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[mktournament]

Round 1: Dansleif vs Dan Heng (both normal and Imbibitor Lunae)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Vennessa (Genshin Impact), Jean (Genshin Impact), Dainsleif (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: This is not a creative writing piece, this is actually an 8 page theory i wrote, Worldbuilding, Genshin Impact Lore, Spoilers for Inazuma archon quest Summary:

“Self-sacrifice, after all, is the Dandelion Knight's path” - Dainslief, Twilight Sword.

--- I wrote this theory to primarily draw parallels between Jean and Vennessa, and I ended up investigating the path of the first dandelion knight.

[munipe]

the new genshin quest made me sad I’m writing dainsleif fluff bc I feel sad abt the ending of it now

Muni presents:

Dain and Tavern owner! Reader

Without a doubt, Dainsleif always came back to your tavern—eventually

The first time you met him, you gave him a free drink. It was traditional for you—giving a free one for adventurers and travelers as a refresher, to not worry about the first one at your establishment. When he had dropped by, it was like a little metal stone being thrown at your head at light speed. He seemed different from all the people you’ve observed, and you’ve seen many. Yet, you gave him a sweet smile nonetheless. Who were you to judge somebody’s exotic appearance? You had noted his starlike pupils—how beautiful.

Of course, Dainsleif had barely interacted with people other than the traveler and maybe the occasional stranger, so your smile was foreign. You weren’t asking for directions or shaking him down for money since he was alone. You didn’t have a floating friend that had a high pitched voice or a resemblance to the person that he had remembered five hundred years ago. You were merely the sweet woman who gave everyone their first drink of the night, free.

He started coming back. He would order a drink, but never more. Dainsleif—the man who never really particularly called you a friend or an acquaintance, but introduced you to the traveler when they needed a place to lay low and sit. He was a man of few words—who had evolved from sitting at the table in the corner to slowly inching closer, eventually, automatically sitting at the bar. He hadn’t particularly named you anything, but he would always raise an eyebrow at drunk men who wolf whistled at you. Dainsleif was the man who stayed until the closing hours, and the man you had let stay even after hours while you cleaned.

Dainsleif was the man who would tell you about the world—but not his old one. He would tell you how the lands of Teyvat would look, and their home species. He would tell you, if you asked, about the monsters he’s slain. Dainsleif always gave you a warning to never wander too far. He said it was because you didn’t know a single thing about sword wielding or the fact you didn’t have a vision, but truthfully, he just liked coming back to you.

He liked how you never particularly held him down, but always welcomed him back. You never pestered him to settle down and live. You rather asked him to get you souvenirs—maybe a flower or plant. You gave him mora to buy items that might’ve caught your eye if you were there. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he very lazily wrote in the journal you once gave him as a passing gift. Perhaps you’d like the flower he saw in natlan—so he wrote. Right next to that page, was that same pressed flower.

I needed to write this bc the quest made me sad 💔

Also bc I’ve had eyes for dain since that first quest we saw him in 💜

[kumeko]

A/N: For the Fleurette zine! My second favourite ship in Genshin, just the sheer angst of Dainsleif and Lumine (either with her as the traveler or as the abyss twin ahhh). It’s interesting to see how definitely I write Lumine now compared to here. Or maybe that’s because this is Abyss Lumine as opposed to Traveler Lumine?

Btw, leftover sales are happening right now! check @genshinflowers on twitter!

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i. Lilies

The first time, Dainsleif was caught unawares. His mind had been preoccupied, considering his new travelling companion Lumine, considering why he was even journeying with her in the first place. Home was far behind, their destination unknown, and for a man who liked facts and control, this was an unusual situation for him.

He had never been a man of passion, let alone one that followed his gut instincts.

He still didn’t know what possessed him to take her hand and follow her across the world.

“Watch out!” Lumine barked, her small hand wrapping around his arm. Despite her short stature, her grip was firm, and she jerked him back.

It was the suddenness of it more than anything else that halted Dainsleif’s steps. He glanced at her white-knuckled grip, at her slowly relaxing expression, and then at their surroundings. They were walking through a field, the sky as clear as can be. Dainsleif could see for leagues and there wasn’t so much as a hilichurl here, let alone an actual danger. Certainly nothing to provoke such a panicked response.

“What is it?” he asked, perplexed.

Ignoring him, Lumine let go and crouched down. Her white skirt trailed on the ground, collecting dirt, but she didn’t seem to mind. “Oh, that was a close one,” she sighed, her expression softening.

“Close?” Her response made even less sense. Dainsleif lowered his gaze, following her line of sight until he spotted a small, white lily blooming on the road. “The lily?”

Lumine rolled her eyes and wrinkled her nose at him. “Don’t act like it’s worthless.” She reached out, running a finger across its petals. “Isn’t it cute?”

That wasn’t a word he would have used. “It’s a sturdy plant. It would have survived.”

“Or it might not have. Better safe than sorry, right?” She smiled softly, getting up. Lumine swiped her skirt, shaking off the dust. “Aether would have agreed with me. When he wakes up, I’ll show him, and you’ll see.”

He didn’t doubt that. From what little he had seen of her brother, they had seemed like two peas in a pod. They were both far too naive for this world at war. Even this place, as untouched as it was, would see the battle fires. The idea of this place surviving as is was preposterous.

Dainsleif scoffed, “It might die before then.”

Lumine pinched his arm and glared. Her nails dug into his skin. “Don’t be such a downer. It’ll have kids. Just you wait, next time we come here, there’ll be a field of flowers.”

He shook her off. “We’ll see.”

ii. Cyclamens

The second time, Dainsleif was prepared. You couldn’t travel with someone for months without learning their idiosyncrasies and what he had learned about Lumine was she had a penchant for spotting and protecting flowers. Despite how sharp her tongue was, her heart was soft.

“Careful,” Lumine warned, her hand resting on his arm. The fact that she didn’t yank him meant she had learned something about him too.

It was an oddly pleasant feeling.

Dainsleif had already noticed the red cyclamens on the path. They swayed in the breeze, their blooms reaching for the sun. In this forest, the sunlit path was the only place for them to do so, the massive trees lining the dirt road barring the sky from small plants otherwise.

That didn’t make it any less of an annoyance. “They shouldn’t grow on paths.”

“Plants grow where they want,” Lumine chided. Despite her playful tone and mocking smile, her eyes were distant. She had barely looked at the plant, her eyes already on the faraway exit and, further than that, the distant horizon.

“Lumine?” he broached tentatively, not sure how to handle her new, pensive mood. It came and went, these days, and Dainsleif had yet to figure out the right words to say. Or if there even were any—it was hard to wipe away the things they’d seen.

Her eyes flicked to him, then the flower. There was something bitter, something exhausted about her expression. Quietly, she asked, “How long do you think we’ll be travelling?”

Dainsleif frowned. What response would relax her? What would make her smile? He felt as tongue-tied around her as he had when they’d first met, though for the opposite reason. Before, he hadn’t wanted to talk. Now he did but had no idea what to say. “As long as you want to.”

Her head bowed slightly, and he knew that wasn’t the answer she was looking for. “That’s not what I meant…It’s just…” Lumine gripped her dress, wrinkling the cotton fabric. Her knuckles turned white. “Aether hasn’t woken up and we haven’t found a potion or a spell to do it. Instead, we’ve…”

She trailed off, curling into herself. Something in him ached at the sight. With every step they’d taken away from her slumbering twin, with every Archon and secret of the world they’d uncovered, Lumine’s smile had dimmed. Dainsleif could barely remember how she’d smiled when they’d encountered that lily long ago, the bright innocence of it.

“There’s still a few places left to check,” Dainsleif murmured reassuringly, his hand curling at his side into a tight fist. “You never know.”

“We’ve looked a lot,” she mumbled, sounding defeated.

He had never been one for false hopes, but they crowded his throat, almost choking him. Hesitantly, he reached out to touch her. “Maybe he’s awake now.”

“Maybe. It’d be funny if he kept waking up when I was gone, only to fall asleep when I got back.” Despite her words, Lumine didn’t laugh.

Dainsleif didn’t know what to say. His hand fell to his side, limp and useless. Glancing down at the plant, he said, “I’ll transplant it.”

That caught her attention. She jerked her head up, staring at him confused. “What?”

He gestured at the red blooms. “The flower. You want Aether to see it, right?”

“Oh.” She smiled weakly. “Thanks.”

iii. Purple hyacinths

The next time, Dainsleif waited for Lumine to say something. A purple hyacinth sprouted tall in the center of the road, dozens of flowers curling into one another until it looked like an elaborate hair bun, the kind royalty used to wear. It was impossible to miss.

Lumine said nothing. She didn’t even show any sign of stopping. Before she could step on it, Dainsleif shot out his arm, barring her from going forward. It was a jarring reversal. “There’s a flower.”

“Oh.” Lumine looked down blankly. Her expression remained flat. “There is.”

He didn’t like her response. He hadn’t liked it for a while now. There were many things Dainsleif had expected on their journey, but Lumine changing or his feelings on that matter hadn’t been one of them. They should have stopped journeying a long time ago. They should have turned back when the darkness crept in.

And now it was too late. They would see this to its end, whatever it might be.

Still, just like those flowers reaching hopelessly for the sun, he couldn’t help but try one last time to bring back her smile. “I’ll transplant it.”

“Is there any need?” she asked bluntly, watching him with tired, dark eyes.

He couldn’t read her. Not anymore, not for a while. Had he ever been able to understand her? Sometimes, Dainsleif wasn’t certain they’d ever connected, if they weren’t just two ships in the night, passing each other by.

The ache in his chest spread. He pushed the feeling down, smothering it. Dainsleif had never been one for false hopes, but he clung to them now like a lifeline. If they saved her brother, she’d smile again. If they finished their journey, they could rest.

If. If. If.

Quietly, he tried again. “For Aether.”

“For Aether.” Lumine laughed, a jagged thing.

And then she stepped on the flower and walked on.

iv. Lilies

The last time, Dainsleif had been caught unawares. There was a familiar hand around his arm, a familiar tug to keep him in place. It was sunny, the sky above them clear, and the field was as broad as the eye could see. If he closed his eyes, he’d be at the beginning of his journey, still confused and uncertain, still naive and hopeful.

Yet, reality beckoned, forcing him to put away those childish thoughts. The hand on his arm was masculine and broad. The voice calling him was deep and excited.

“Look!” Aether chirped, his eyes bright as he pointed at the path in front of them.

The only thing he shared with his sister was the innocence in his expression.

Dainsleif looked down. A small flower poked its way out of the dirt. Even without seeing its leaves, he knew it was a lily. Even without seeing the bud, he knew it was white.

History, he found, had a way of repeating itself. There were only circles, repetitive and unending.

“That was close!” Aether sighed, relieved. He didn’t seem to notice Dainsleif’s silence. “You almost stepped on it!”

“What’s it doing all the way out here?” Paimon chirped, hovering low on the ground as she studied the tiny plant. “Doesn’t it know it’ll get stepped on?”

“Plants like to grow wherever they want to.” Aether chuckled, crouching on the ground. His cape trailed in the dirt, but he didn’t seem to mind. “It’s so cute. I wish Lumine could see it, she really likes flowers.”

Dainsleif could only stare. Truly, he was too much like Lumine. Even worse, he was following her footsteps across Teyvat, meeting Archon after Archon as he searched for her.

How long would it be till he lost his smile?

How long would it be before he broke too?

Was there any point to it all?

“I wonder what stories it could tell us.” Aether patted the top of the plant, smiling happily. “Staying here by the road, watching people travel…”

“Plants can’t see,” Paimon pointed out, scoffing at the entire idea. She threw her hands in the air. “Next you’ll be asking about its grandparents!”

“I wouldn’t go that far!” Aether held his hands up in defence. Finally noticing Dainsleif’s silence, he turned to him worriedly. “Dainsleif?”

The words were the same. The eyes were the same. A familiar ache spread across his chest. Dainsleif forced himself to speak. “It’s nothing.”

“If you say so…” Aether bounced to his feet, interlacing his hands behind his head. “I wonder how it got here.”

Your sister, Dainsleif didn’t say. Would Lumine laugh or cry that her wish came true?

The path ahead led to tragedy. He knew that, had already gone through it before. Still, there was one final act before their story ended, one final play he had to make. A last try to fix everything.

And maybe next time, Lumine and Aether would both be tugging him, reprimanding him for the flowers crushed in his wake.

[siderealscribblings]

will we get to see each of the major AU points for the other nations during the centennial or just have them hinted at

Most of them will be on full display (at least the points for Shneznaya, Mondstadt, Inazuma, and Liyue) with Sumeru's being hinted at (Lesser Lord Rukketavata is the big one I'm still working on how to incorporate into the full plot. She's ironically the most plot relevant but I need to figure out a way to introduce it).

[danhjngs]

the day that kenjiro tsuda voices a playable character on honkai star rail, i will IMMEDIATELY pull for him, idc what the kit is, what path, what element. I WILL PULL FOR THAT MAN'S CHARACTER IN A HEARTBEAT.

[jadeschambers]

CHAPTER 2: Trueform!Sukuna x Isekai!gn!reader

(reader has no gender but has f genitals.)

Parings: Ryomen Sukuna

Tags: Slow burn, eventual Smut, god/godess demigod reader, angst!!!, sukuna needs his own warnings, huge!size kink (that man is like 8 ft tall), mentioned cannibalism, non-con? (just beware, reader ❤️ him/ don’t read if it makes u uncomfy), cunnilingus, breast play. Some cursing n crack. original idea to this series on my page.

I, III

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” the question nearly went unheard, almost as if the wind purposely picked up the sound of your voice. “No. I don’t. that matter simply sounds like a child’s fairy tale.” dainsleif responded, leaning against the tree above. his body was restless, however he mentally wanted to take an eon long nap. you pouted, his seriousness killing the mood. noticing the familiar look that is always plastered on your face, dansleif pulled you closer. “I don’t believe in it because i want to live in this life time with you forever, dove.”

reality shook you awake, and in the unfamiliar bed your body jolted up from the heavy blankets. of course, you almost forgot where you had ended up.

“had a nice dream little one?” suddenly emerging from the shadows was the one and only Sukuna, his four arms crossed against his chest. “how long were you in here for…?” you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “well it is my chambers after all.” his words nearly sending you flying from his bed. “h-huh?! then why am I in here?”

furrowing your brows together only aided the adorable expression on your face, all amusement seen by him. “Im a generous man, no?” tilting his head he observed your sleepy form, hair all messy and dried drool marks adorning your face. “thank you I guess..” trailing off, uraume suddenly appeared beside him, bowing in respect.

“breakfast has been prepared, you may join sukuna in the dinning hall.” they announced, leaving the both of you. “already..?” leaping up from his bed, the marble flooring was cold against your feet. Sukunas estate was beautiful during the day, the rising sun managed to frame every shadow to a perfect degree.

one thing you notes was that despite the time, the halls only rung with simultaneous silence.

sitting across from him, your new, beautiful robes gifted by him rubbed against your skin. the food in front of you looked divine… however— the smell.

Sukuna began to dig in, the fine china abraded by his utensils. “is this.. human?” your eyes widened, a hand covering your nose and mouth to prevent the bile from rising.

he merely chuckled, a wicked grin spreading on his handsome face. “you figured it out quite fast. many just begin eating without question.” his jaw flexed every time the delicate meat entered his mouth. the curse looked like a predator devouring his prey across from you.

this was a trap! was he going to eat you next?! “oh relax, don’t get so defensive it. I am not going to devour you— maybe not yet.” sukuna teased, attempting to galvanize a reaction from you.

clenching your jaw, the table jolted as you stood. “and where do you think you’re going?” he cocked a brow, leaning back onto the chair as he crossed his arms. “to hunt my own breakfast!” you growled, angrily sighing as your hand clenched your conjured pole arm.

the king of curses stood up, curiously following you. as soon as he saw you leaving his court yard, sukuna smirked wickedly to himself. this was much better than any fights or meals he had experienced recently.

oh yes, little dove... he wanted this game to last just a bit longer. but alas, he couldn't allow you escape without teaching the consequences first. “come now, foolish girl..." he muttered, disappearing behind you suddenly. “don't think you can run away that easy.”

with a flash of a red light, sukuna appeared beside you again, grabbing onto your shoulder firmly. “does a little lamb like you really know how to hunt?” he teased, invading your space. his touch felt electrifying, and now all of a sudden he was invading your person bubble.

scoffing in his face, you swiftly slammed the blade of your polearm into the ground, nearly slicing a boulder in half.

“listen— I am beyond grateful that you’ve willingly took me in. but we have to set boundaries. quite literally we just met two days ago no?!” you gritted through your teeth.

having little background knowledge about him only made the tension in the air much more suffocating. “and yes i can hunt! if you’re intimidated by me just say so!” sukuna’s eyes widened at your abrasive tone. by the gods were you feisty. but how long has it been since the curse felt this alive?

“should you consider giving up little lamb; I intend to 'teach' you regardless of whether you choose flight or stand against me..." leaning close enough to brush against you softly, his proximity left chills running down your spine.

pursing your lips together in frustration, the small of your hands held up towards his chest in a flicking motion. with a small movement of your wrist, you pushed him far from where you were once standing.

sukuna’s eyes widened, the memory from yesterday reminiscing in his mind. “personal space…please” you reminded him, biting the inside of your cheek. sukuna's expression shifted from amused disinterest to annoyance.

standing upright, he crossed his arms over his massive torso, revealing the numerous scars dotting his chiseled abdomen. “persistent aren't you?" he grumbled lowly, his voice rumbling ominously throughout the quiet area surrounding them.

for once in his life, sukuna decided to willingly play along with your games. “fine. if you prefer to not eat human then you can hunt your own food.” grumbling under your breathe, your pole arm nearly slashed sukuna’s arm in a petty manner.

“fuckin’ cannibal.” you muttered, following a small trail that lead to a river.

sukuna stood behind you, his voice scaring off the sounds of nature as he babbled incessant stories. He watched curiously as you took off the skirt to your kimono, stepping into the shallow water bank.

conjuring a bow, you carefully aimed, shooting and immediately striking four fish with one arrow. plopping the fish into the woven basket by sukunas feet, you smiled at him in accomplishment. the king of curses nearly had to hold back his laughter.

how naive, is four fish really an achievement to you? “failure is not acceptable here.” sukuna mocked, chuckling lowly at how fast your face dropped.

the walk back through the forest was mostly silent, filled by the beautiful tune of natures call. suddenly from behind, the bushes behind us shuttered, making you turn in caution.

placing a hand on his forearm, both of you eyed the suspicious leaves. in an instant, a scared little bunny hopped out, anxious with its eyes full of a preys blood. sukuna smiled as your harsh grip tightened on his.

you leapt forward faster than you could think; hugging the poor timid creature before Sukuna could land his dirty hands on it “no! not this one! go away sukuna!” you yelped, protecting the poor bunny.

chuckling deeply, sukuna shook his head slowly "pathetic..." he muttered contemptuously as he reached out again. however you smacked his hand away faster than he could think, an adorably frustrated expression painted on your face. “I said not this one. I will kill you if you hunt it!” you huffed, standing up to cradle the little animal in your arms protectively. sukuna rolled his eyes.

so you’ve been flaunting to him that you could kill him in a second— yet you cower to a mere bunny. how miserable. he thought to himself, crossing his arms.

an amused snort escaped sukuna as he trailed close behind, following every move of yours carefully. when you signaled stopping abruptly amidst green foliage, he paused too - observing your postures attentively.

there he stood behind with a mischievous gleam dancing within the dark depths of his red eyes. "what would happen if I do?" he posed cheekily, his handsome face scrunched in a wicked manner. “you'll simply have killed two birds with one stone wouldn't it? or three...four..." grinning wryly at last his statement, he crossed his arms casually, leaning onto a tree trunk idly waiting for retaliation or resistance that probably wasn't coming anytime soon.

rolling your eyes at his immature demeanor, you held out your hand towards his still figure. with a flick of the wrist, black mysterious vines suddenly attached to his huge curse like body, and no matter how much the king of curses struggled he only further lost the wrestle.

“wait here and be patient please?” you smiled innocently at his struggling. walking a few meters away into the line of trees, you let the bunny hop from your arms and freely into the forest. you knew Sukuna and many various predators could smell the poor thing, so you manipulated the air and dissipated the scent of pray lingering in the air

striding back into the lively plain, you spotted sukuna still strapped to the tree. “Im back! and you’re still here.” you teased.

finally released from the iron grasps of your mysterious tendrils, sukuna rubbed his sore wrists ruefully, but couldn't hide the grin spreading across his lips. “you deeply intrigue me little one.” he paused briefly, a soft chuckle escaping his throat. “let us return, I personally cannot fathom what would occur if you were to walk around with an empty stomach.” sukuna teased.

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knowing that it was your own hands that cooked your meal brought comfort. however sukuna’s incessant breathing sliced through the atmosphere of your once peaceful meal. “you’re such a little pussy sukuna.”

“ha!" choking down a bitter laughter, sukuna narrowed his gaze dangerously while maintaining stoicism.

he crossed his legs beneath him effortlessly, folding into a position opposite to yours. “that is rich coming from someone protecting a mere rabbit earlier." his gesture dismissing the topic to swiftly changed subject. “but truly..." as he glanced towards you, offering reverential glances placed upon the dish you cooked; sukuna’s curiosity peeked through his mockery.

“this cuisine tastes divine regardless preference. who taught these culinary skills anyway?". his eyes gleamed with newfound interest in which he sought your answer patiently.

the question sparked a few sentimental memories to flood through your brain, causing you to chew on your lip.

“many of my old uhm.. friends i guess..” you trailed off, mumbling as you nibbled on the pair of chopsticks. would you ever return to Teyvat..? or was the idea entirely a lost cause.

the silence that draped over the conversation became heavy, veiling the tension between the words uttered moments ago.

sukuna’s head tilted quizzically; contemplating the revelations shared between you two which slowly formed more thoughts. “your kind isn't omnivorous then?" his curiosity clearly won over your indifference momentarily.

you snorted at his question, setting down your chopsticks onto a hashi-oki. “my kind? whats that s’pposed to mean.” crossing your arms you smugly giggle. “you are not fully human, at least from what i can smell.” sukuna acknowledged, tilting his head as he observed you.

growing quiet at his words, you contemplate if gods exist in this world. “what is this world exactly… because you definitely aren’t human. and you seem— strong?” leaning forward, the food on the horigotatsu grew forgotten.

“sorcerers.” he muttered. “of course, the one in front of you just so happens to be the greatest in history.” sukuna smugly announced, his hands displaying his arrogance.

you stared at him in complete doubt, pursing your lips. “right. and I can pull birds from my kimono.” sukuna rolled his eyes at your retort, yet the sound of your giggles began to turn a few cogs in his head.

suddenly he began to scoot closer, his monstrous frame only a few inches from you. “I believe we are the same no?” his eyes bore into yours intently searching for answers. “the same values? intentions?” his words began to brew the intensity between two opposites.

“uhm.. well no, i don’t eat humans, and i think im much more heroic than you.” shrugging, you began to clear your meal off the horigotastu.

however sukuna did not persist with his rambling, seeing as to your dismay he was still unworthy of trust. “you’re much to stubborn. we shall discuss further on this topic soon. get your rest little dove.”

the tatami mat beneath creaked under his weight as uraume suddenly appeared in the room. standing near the door, you glanced at him. “goodnight sukuna..” parting your ways, he watched as his subordinate guided you safely to his chambers.

the names he would call you reminded you of home. dove. it made your heart ache.

oh lawd this chapter was so long 🫡 but i wanted to really get more interactions between reader and sukuna. please let me know if u guys like this serious so far/wnt to be tagged!

tags : @maskedpacific @kbirdieee2540 @ghostlyworld

characters and art not owned by me

[b4tboys]

i understand why traveler is still friends with childe even though he’s fatui and why traveler doesn’t trust lyney and lynette so here’s my rant about it + some speculation about what is to come:

in liyue’s archon quest both the traveler and childe are used to set the stage for morax’s death and felt fooled by the contract signora and zhongli had in place. (reason i personally don’t like or trust zhongli) that mutual feeling of being used neutralized a lot animosity that came out of childe’s actions imo. because yeah he was trying to destroy liyue but he also had done it while being heavily influenced.

and childe never considers the traveler as an enemy. he saves them at the beginning of the quest, helps them reach the adepti (though with ulterior motives), and considers them a friend after his boss fight.

his story quest shows him as just a guy which really helps to soothe the rest of the one-sided tension and dislike the traveler has for him. teucer was the brownie points of his quest that showed his familial love and really turned the relationship into a friendship. traveler knows by the end that childe likes his family and fighting, and while he serves the tsaritsa he values those two things a lot.

he sort of just wedges his way into the traveler’s heart by being a himbo honestly and doesn’t really give them a choice but to be friends with him.

with lyney and lynette, it felt almost intentional that they were at the port (just speculating bc they knew who the traveler was before hand so it’s possible they received information and instruction). and while i do think they were genuine with their interactions i think traveler knows that the bonds can and will be manipulated by arlecchino, because the other harbingers are nothing like childe.

the other harbingers have been cutthroat and are trying to destroy nations of their own machinations and not by being manipulated (save for scaramouche).

so traveler kind of cutting ties with lyney and lynette seems to be preventative as well as not trusting their intentions which is smart and learned behavior.

and there is the matter that they didn’t disclose that they were from the fatui in the first place. though i do understand them in this situation because when are you supposed to say “hey i’m actually from an orphanage run by the fatui” BUT they should have disclosed investigating the justice machine from the beginning. which then lying about that just seems to make the whole omitting fatui part worse i think.

of course after the gnosis is gone or falls into the fatui’s hands (which has been inevitable thus far) the traveler may choose to try being friends with the siblings but as of right now the traveler understands that they are a potential and likely threat.

i am curious to see how the gnosis will be handled in the upcoming archon quest though, since we know arlecchino’s plan is to use the power herself to fix fontaine and then hand it over to the tsaritsa.

players have speculated that celestia might be bad, but i don’t think in-game traveler has connected those dots yet as to why archons seem to hand over their gnoses so casually. because arlecchino’s goal is to save fontaine (well according to lyney anyways) and it doesn’t sound bad but who knows.

and of course dansleif should come to fontaine as well and maybe we’ll getmore lore, a divine nail, and maybe answers for why celestia is moving closer to teyvat.

idk just felt very passionate about this and have seen a lot of stuff float around on the subject so i’m putting in my two cents. feel free to chat about it with me !

[mayullla]

Oh ofc

The limit increased? Alright can i get a romantic yandere dainsleif with 🦋🌻?

Title: Fated Meetings

Character(s): Dainsleif (Genshin Impact) Summary: You meet him at Liyue, then at Mondstadt, and you were with him for a while at Inazuma but you shouldn't meet him at Sumeru. Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, fem!reader, reader is mentioned/implied to be heartbroken before meeting Dainsleif (but moving on)

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

You have met Dainsleif on your travels high up in the mountains of Liyue where you thought were alone. After climbing the high mountain for so long you saw him there and was resting. After a short greeting, the two of you started to talk a little finally finding another person to have a conversation with after such a long time traveling alone. It was nice.

It was nothing personal, they were light and something to cover up the silence with. He wasn't much of a talker but you were patient with him, things like how the weather was nice, or how the view so high up was amazing if not beautiful. Why was he here you didn't ask, nor after giving short answers to your questions did he ask yours. It was obvious that both of you had something to hide, or just didn't feel the need to say it.

You asked him to enjoy lunch with you, as you have made something for yourself and he was about to decline but you somehow nagged him to eat with you as you have made so much. It was a silent lunch no words were exchanged as you and he enjoyed the meal and after a short break, the two of you went on separate ways.

The second time you meet him was at Mondstadt. A high cliff side that had a magnificent view, where you found him again just arriving at the place. Greeting each other you two silently agreed to rest here after your travels. The endless sea you gazed at and wondered what was on the other side but he just grunted. It was today that you found out that his name was Dainsleif, definitely a unique name you thought but didn't mention it.

You enjoyed a small meal too this time dinner, but you didn't separate immediately after instead set up a tent for yourself as he offered to protect you in repayment for the food. You told him he was too much a gentleman, stating that you could take turns but he was stubborn.

In the morning after breakfast, the two of you separated ways.

Next was funny enough Inazuma, what was once a closed-off place now open for others to come and go freely. After some thinking, you decided to go there, wanting to see and experience what life was like there. You meet many people there weren't a lot of places that they recommend you to travel to as they were dangerous to go alone.

Well till you meet a certain someone there again, that lone man who was talking to a sailor wanting to travel to another island. With blonde hair and blue eyes with that unique outfit, it was easy for you to approach him and greet him.

The two of you talked a little, a small catching up. He was a little more talkative than he was in the past. He asked you if you were going anywhere and you told him that you want to see the other islands. His face was stiff for a moment, most likely thinking before he calmly asked you if you would like to join him.

While he can't guarantee your safety at all times, there might be a chance when he suddenly disappears he promised to protect you as much as he could.

You weren't surprised by his words from the little conversations you had with him, you knew he was searching for something that he almost seemed lost sometimes in your eyes. So when he offered this to you, you were almost touched as you accepted his offer with a smile on your face.

Was it here when it started? You weren't sure, Dansleif would sometimes leave while you stayed in the safer parts of the islands while he ventures off to the more dangerous sides. Sometimes he would come back after one or two hours sometimes he would be gone for a little more. There was one time he took a longer time, as you stayed at camp for two days planning to leave on the third did he finally come back.

You asked him where he went and what did he do but just as he answered vaguely you didn't try to push it anymore only asking him if he wanted to stay at camp for a little while longer or if he wanted to move now and if so help you get everything ready.

Just as much as you started to rely on him for safety, he started to slowly open up to you bit by bit. He relied on you for cooked food a lot of the time. While he caught most of the food you were the one to cook them. Small conversations would start to grow longer and longer as you vaguely talked about your past. He told you he was searching for something, and you told him that you were traveling to move on.

In his eyes, you could see the flicker of curiosity in them as you told him you were heartbroken and unable to stay at that place for so long as it reminded you of too many memories. Maybe you were running away, or maybe you choose this time that you spent as a self-improvement or healing process you didn't think too much about the details what matters in the end was that you were traveling seeing places and people, and creating more different memories.

After that day you and he started to grow a little closer. In a way it felt like carrying each other's burden even for a moment or that you could count on each other. Dainsleif was kinder you realized, more patient.

You didn't realize when he started to become more observant of you. No... you knew he was always a watchful man. You understood his personality and that he was always cautious about who you were if you were someone he could trust or not. Yet those eyes that followed you, examining your every move were now different. They followed you, when you were doing minor chores, walking, or when he thinks you were not looking. You wondered what those eyes mean as you felt a shiver from your back. He was staring straight at you, those blue eyes that you found actually beautiful had a hidden madness.

It was a slow thing really, Dainsleif also never thought that this could ever happen yet it did... he thought of you as a mere acquaintance yet now changed into something more yearning. He thought that you and he matched each other rather well, he appreciated all your kind gestures and your patience. However he held himself back, unsure and hesitant, yet that day broke all mental walls that he had created in his mind to keep you away.

It was hard for him to sleep that night as he stayed on the lookout, protecting the camp as his thoughts always strayed to you. He should contain these thoughts. He could not help but wonder what it would be like if just once... just once he could be together with you. Yet thoughts of you fleeting in his eyes compared to his immortality drove him insane.

Maybe that separation in Inazuma between you and him was your last chance. When you thought it would be an ideal time to head to Sumeru after the Dendro archon took her rightful place. You meet Dainslief again, for the fourth time. And you could not help but wonder what he meant by his words, "I can be with you."

[undermine-the-instinct]

[ IF NO ONE HAS EVER TOLD YOU ABOUT YOUR FATE, I WILL BE THE FIRST | pathologic ]

Dansleif x Reader

This is my entry in the Seraphiism '23 event! By of course, the lovely @seraphiism . I'm trying out a new format/writing style, so lemme know what you think <3

WARNINGS: A little blood, nothing graphic WORD COUNT: 3.2K (This got away from me)

{ I.THE BOUGH KEEPER IS SACRIFICE FIRST, SOLDIER SECOND, AND LAST OF ALL MAN}

And least of all, yours. The weight of eternity weighs heavily on his shoulders, but he presses on, and you mourn him for it. He pays the price of honor enacted by a far lesser man of his past, takes up arms and spills blood in the scorn of the divine. Because of Destiny’s decree.

You try to imagine it–eternal penance for a crime you could hardly remember. You imagine bearing a sword and a curse, one and the same, for hundreds of years, and your heart recoils at the misery that wraps around it. You can hardly believe that that is to be his fate-you refuse to. It cannot truly be his choice, not one made in any good faith at least. Or perhaps any faith at all.

You suspect he lost it ages ago.

“Do you ever think…” You begin hesitantly. “That you could leave it behind? All of it?”

Dainsleif, your lover, sets down his book. It's one of the ones you’ve kept around, and it seems he finally has time to peruse them, however borrowed that time it is.

“All of it?”

“...Yeah.” 

“No. No.” He reiterates. And he smiles for you, because he knows how much it makes your heart warm. 

“I can't abandon my duty, neither can I abandon you. They are one and the same.  You are…woven into me. Cutting you off from my life would be cutting away the fabric of my soul. I could never.”

“...Why do you feel they’re one and the same?” A weight on his heart. Perhaps.

He fingers the worn pages of the book, his eyes dark in thought.

“I have a responsibility to the world, and you are a part of the world.”

“Those two sound so very far removed. I'm just one person, but if I could decide, my sole desire would be just to rest with you.”

He chuckles, good naturedly, like always. “If the world was ruled by our desires, I'd have been forever and solely yours already. And there would be no gods, but you.” For a man who rages and detests the divine, you’re not sure how to feel about that.

“But alas, the world often ignores our most fervent desires, unless we force it to acknowledge us that is.” A weight tugs his brow down, and his features buckle under it. Something like grief. “And that…is a very hard thing to do.”

“Alas.” 

You nod, and return to your wayward gaze out the window. You imagine a life where he lives for you, and nothing else. You try to deny in your mind that he would want anything else. What could he find out in the world that he cannot find in your arms? A cursed man, believing himself content in penance and self flagellation, of service to the world at large.

But he is yours. You deny the world in his place.

{II.THERE IS A ROT THAT REPLACES THE MARROW OF HIS BONES}

It is woven into him, and he cannot escape it. He has long stopped trying.

It wears and tears at his soul, and marks his skin in scars, and he continues on.  Fate has decreed that he will do so forevermore, until the day the abyss drags him down into its depths, its spindly fingers already grasping at him in twisting, molted blues. But he tries, because when you kiss the expanse of cursed flesh, a blissful smile on your face, a sudden rush of heat makes his skin prickle. It’s not love, though he loves you. It's rage.

Its disgust, and sick vitriol. You deserve better, you deserve more. You don't need this broken tapestry of pieces clinging onto some semblance of humanity. You don't need your nights interrupted by his nightmares, or his form clinging to your doorway, bloodied and offering the only tribute he knows to your altar.

He does not worship the Gods, but he knows something more divine, having long since slipped into the pews of your chapel.

“...I’m sorry.” You rush towards him, and he leans into the shoulder you offer him, letting you pull him into your bathroom where he stains the white porcelain.

“If you were sorry–” you huff as you set him down. “You wouldn’t get hurt so often.”

You pull out the first aid kit, and set to patching him up, removing layers of clothing to see the hurt beneath. He hardly winces, but his heart tugs.

“...You know I can't help myself.”

“You’re just one man, Dainsleif, there's too much for you to do on your own. And we both know this is about more than just your honor, or duty.”

“...Yet I am beginning to wonder,” he mumbles as you wipe away the blood. “Whether it has always been my fate to deny Fate.”

“What do you mean.”

You sound too upset for it to sound anything like a question. A demand, perhaps. He sighs. He is tired. So tired. He’s always been.

“Whether Fate is truly something we can overcome, or whether my rage is just a by-product of providence. If it was all preordained.” He shuts his eyes.

“The Gods that cursed us, the people and the nation I failed, my curse, my duty and obligation; I wonder if you too are foredoomed, just another predilection.”

“Is that why you do all this? To prove, what? Fate wrong?”

He doesn't answer, but he does open his eyes to see your mouth flatten. You continue patching him up, taking care of him, but he sees the way your eyes tremble.

“...Or perhaps just self-actualization?”  

“...I have an obligation to the world, and to you–”

“Don’t say that, don’t pretend that this is for me, this is not for me. You’ve been doing this long before I was a thought on the breeze.” Centuries wear down his memory, but the tug of your mouth and brow pulls at him like a drawn bow, piercing through the fog of his fatigue.

Your shoulders shake next. “So if I asked you to stop, would you?”

He doesn't answer, even when the tears spill from your eyes.

“I don't care for fate, destiny or whatever. I care about you. Keep your honor, keep your anger, but stay with me. Is that not enough?”

“....It’s for you, too.”

“...I don't appreciate being your excuse, Bough Keeper.”

Celestia always watches, but even he cannot help but utter a prayer to some unknown god, that their eyes do not fall on this wayward moment.

He is fine with cursing the stars, his fate, with breaking body; he is fine with letting the heavens bear witness to his rage.

But not his grief.

It settles, thick and cloying on his tongue. The sour tang drowns out everything else.

{III.HE WILL NOT CHOOSE YOU. WHEN DESTINY TUGS AT HIS CLOAK AND BIDS HIM LOOK, HE WILL TURN FROM YOU}

You know he wishes he never met you. That he never fell in love with you. You try to take it as a compliment.

You would give anything to remove the burden on his shoulders, if only he were not so adamant on carrying it. You do not see the reason why–you would rather love a coward than mourn a legend. You would rather he stays home with you, in your arms, than leave and come back, over and over and over and over again.

You know he wishes he never knew you.

Dainsleif, he holds you, works in the garden with you, bathes with you, loves you–but his hands are tense, and his eyes stray to the world outside your window. You at least know that when he is gone, that he leaves because he is thinking of you, that he cannot handle being perceived by you for too long; It renders him asunder.

“Like a predator, staring at the open carcass of my soul,” he once said. “You just make me feel so…”

‘So what?’ You had wanted to ask, but you had known better, didn't he just tell you? So you acquiesce, but on the inside you ache. You plead and you beg, and you don't let the words spill past your lips; You hold them in your chest and your eyes and watch him leave.

You trade chaste kisses for letters in your mailbox, blissful sighs for dandelion fluff on the wind. Your love is like a hot air balloon, you cannot keep him close but you can keep him tethered even as the rope frays and tears at your hands.

Welcome him back with them open, and settle for apologetic kisses on your knuckles, from your knight, for a ring on your finger. No god would hold your marriage sacred, anyways, despite your tears.

“And what knowledge have you gleaned from your travels this time, my love?” You smile. Please don’t leave me again.

“Nothing that I don’t already know dearest.” I’ll do anything. Just give me the word. Just give me the knife.

“Which is?” Why don't you ever ask me? You know I'll do it.

His eyes, so deep and somber. They know, but they don't answer. “Fate has foretold that I will return here, as always.”

“Of course.” And he will always leave. 

{IV. WHAT IS IT LIKE TO LOVE SOMEONE WHO IS ALWAYS RUNNING, ONE FOOT OUT THE DOOR? TIME DOES NOT SIT STILL, FOR NO ONE.}

Celestia is always watching.

Even here in this quiet moment, where the night holds vigil to the stars' homily, as they drag their forms past that pale corpse of a moon.

It's a still moment. He has removed you from his arms and you continue to sleep peacefully, your chest rising and falling, your heart the drum that starts off all his nights and days.

He is going to lose you, but before that he will lose himself.

Even now, he could feel the curse, like an ever burrowing parasIte, slowly consuming him. It replaces him. Eats away at him, fills him with rot, and he has the audacity to find solace in  your garden. You dig out the rot and replace it with something far kinder, but that doesn't stop the curse from growing.

He is like an inteyvat flower. Hardened and unable to wilt unless placed back in the soil of his home. You’ve decided to love a dying man, and stand vigil, always, at his never ending wake.

Sunshine from a past life. Peers who trusted him and stood at his side and back, carrying the weight of honor. He doesn't remember them, but he remembers the sunshine. He remembers how he failed them. He remembers only what he can and only knows what he should. And he knows this tale like the back of his hand, the curve of your cheek.

This was fated to end in tragedy.

You move in your sleep and he startles. You roll over, and Dainsleif waits until you settle, to breathe easy again.

He can not reconcile who he is with the man he was before he met you. He doesn’t wish to go back, but he muses on how much easier it would be. He could deny the Gods, defy Celestia, the Archons, even Heavenly principles, even Destiny. But he cannot choose to remain alongside you as well.

He mourns this indecisive fool you turned him into. He will not survive without you, but that is alright because it has to be. Not every story has a happy ending, but every story needs a narrator. He'll re-read your scripture and memorize your chapters for as long as you remain, and even after.

And he will remain long after you are gone.

{V. IF NO ONE HAS EVER TOLD YOU ABOUT YOUR FATE, I WILL BE THE FIRST}

The sunlight paints the fields honey and gold, and soon it will be time to return to your little cottage. There will be cherry wine waiting on the table, and some mending you still need to finish, but beyond that you take in this moment, drink it down greedily; an open bud unfurling like a fist to an open palm, demanding the world its due.

Your lover on the other hand does not share the same attitude. His head rests in your lap, but you feel the restless energy in him, and stay still in the hopes of encouraging him to do the same. It doesn’t work.

“Settle down, Dain.”

“I am calm.”

“No you’re not. You’re fidgeting.”

“...I’m afraid I’m going to have to leave soon.” Ah. As always.

“Then all the more reason to relax now, while we have the time.” He scoffs at that word, time. He rises to meet your eyes, and you smile at his mussed hair.

“I might be away longer than I usually am. I’m not sure how long I'll be away for.”

You crack a knuckle in anxiety. “But you’ll be back, of course?”

He only pauses for the slightest of breaths. “Of course. Will you still want me back?” Your face takes on an exasperated look, but he waves it away.

“Do you not get tired of waiting, always? Are you not tired of constantly grieving, of having to love this broken piece of tapestry?” You are shaking your head before he's finished.

“No. If you are torn I will mend you. If you’re just a piece of tapestry then I’ll stitch you onto something better.”

“Leave behind these metaphors and poetry. I would rather believe you pity me rather than actually love me.”

The words hit a chord deep inside you. It carves a gorge, and anger rushes in to fill it.

“So what? You would rather me love a stranger? Someone who would understand me less than you do?“ You stare him down.

“..If I must–”

“‘Must’? Well you don’t. And by whose order? Whose words? Is that truly something you would allow, or what you tell yourself you should let happen?” His face doesnt twist, but you know the tint of misery that spreads under his skin. It's blue-black, like a bruise, like the stretch of his right arm.

“No. You will truly be damned thrice over if you allow that. You are so content to let the world, to let fate, decide how things are and should be–I don't believe in that. My fate will be what I say it is, and I say you will be with me forevermore. If you must leave, then leave, but come back to me, don’t let go of me!”

“I am ruined,” A wave rustles the grass, like a crowd gone silent. “I am ruined, cursed, damned as you say. You do not want this. You should not want this.”

“I don't believe that, and you shouldn’t either. Who has told you this, has Celestia personally decreed your fate? Or do you continue to let tragedy be the narrator of your life?” You grasp his face, pull him closer to your eyes.

“I have you. I want you. And it is reciprocated, As long as that is, things will not change. I refuse anything else.”

His eyes go back and forth between yours, and he sighs.

“As long as I breathe, I will return to you. But that does not change the fact that this was never supposed to be. If not by destiny’s nature than my own; It is only a matter of time before this too, ends.” 

“Then forget what fate or destiny has told you. I am your fate, I am both your penance and redemption. If no one has ever told you about your fate then I shall be the first.”

Ans he is drawn, he listens like your words are rapture, like the first believer in the front pew of a sermon. So you smooth back his hair, and speak a prophecy.

“We will go home, and pick the tomatoes in the garden. They’re ripe now, and we’ll use them in our dinner. We’ll wash the dishes, unwind. Bathe. I’ll wash your hair and you’ll scrub my back. The sun should have set by then, so we can go to bed. As it gets darker I could read to you by candlelight, or, we could make love.”

“We’d need another bath, and to change the sheets then,” he mumbles, the slight pink hue high over his cheekbones.

“So would you rather we make love earlier? Or in the bath to save time?” You grin, and it draws soft breaths of laughter from your lover. You go on with your spiel.

“We’ll go to sleep together as always, and in the morning you’ll be baptised by the morning dew and the fresh brewed coffee. Much like today, you’ll laze in the fields with me, and when the time comes for you to leave, I'll give you my blessing, and my hopes as always, for you to come back to me.”

“So forget duty, when you are with me. If you are cursed I will be your balm. If there is rot in you I will scrape it out, and use it as fertilizer for my garden.“ He scoffs under his breath.

“You think this is a burden easy to unlade.”

“Yes, if you would only just let it. For by my decree, the Twilight sword shall be laid to rest in my presence, for I will be it's sheathe.” You only half jest and he looks at you quizzically.

“Did you just make an innuendo–”

“--And your words shall always be sweet, for my kisses shall honey your breath.” You kiss him to emphasize, or to quiet him, and he leans into you with a shudder, like a cat seeking affection, only something more desperate.

“If you care not for starlight, I will fasten you a crown of dandelions,” you continue. “And garb you in silks and sighs.”

“Fanciful daydreams,” He mutters, eyes closed. You trace the faint veins on his eyelids , violet blue in the dappled sunlight. 'Like crocuses.'

“Not when I’m with you,” you shake your head. “I’ll make them a reality, I swear. On all the love I have for you.”

He shakes his head in answer, a denial ready on his lips.

“The Twilight sword––”

“As I said– Shall be laid to rest in my presence.” You look at him as if to dare him to refute. He doesn’t.

You turn tender. You scot closer, practically in his lap now, if only to see his lashes flutter, pupils dilating.

“If you do not worship a god you may worship me, as I do you. That is your fate.”

“...Alright.” He sighs then, shakes his head, as to rid himself of the trance you put him under. He stands, and offers a hand to you.

“Alright then. Let your words be what I live by–I am yours, if you so say.”

You take his hand and head home.

[magesmeatymuses]

"You know, Paimon, I'm a bit confused. It seems like a lot of people are asking what my plans are for Valentine's Day. Like, a lot of people. My mailbox is flooded with love letters, and all of them are named..."

"Looks like the Traveller has tons of admirers! You can tell me who some of them are, right?"

"Isn't that an invasion of privacy? Tch... Let's see, here..."

"...Keqing, Amber, Citlali, Furina, Nilou..."

"Ooooh! Looks like Aether's a dreamboat...!"

"...Diluc, Childe, Albedo, Itto, Venti..."

"Even the boys want him! I know a ton of people who're into that kind of thing..."

"...Zhongli, Xiao, Xingqiu, Tighnari, Kaeya..."

"I... Wait, what? Huh? H-How many boys like like you? What?"

"...Wriothesley, Kazuha, Dansleif, Lyney, Ayato—"

"S-Save some men for the rest of us, Aether! Teyvat's gonna have a population crisis if you end up stealing hubbies from its wives, you know!"

[heaven-s-black-box]

File- NSFW

One night, you stumble across a locked file in the archives. A warning appears when you try to open it. It would be wise to head the warning, but no one's around to stop you and the head researcher knows that telling you off isn't going to do anything. (She knows, she was in your shoes once too)

Back to directory

Positive Reinforcement- Ganyu x fem!Reader

Includes- fluff, slight plot, praise, fingering, one mention of panty gag

Pleasurable Destruction- Phantyla!Tingyun x afab-enby!Reader

Includes- slight plot, non-con, sadistic!Tingyun, slight blood, biting/scratching, dacryphilia, wrist restraint, fingering, choking, overstimulation

Stress relief- Agent Washington x fem!Reader

Includes- slight plot, cumming in clothes

Desecration- Dainsleif x fem!Reader

Includes- No plot, public sex, voyeurism, sacrilegious, creampie

Do it Better- Dansleif x fem!Reader

Includes- No plot, ambiguous relationship, masturbation, a dildo, fingering, eating out, slight voyeurism, overstimulation, creampie

How to Date Fuck a Dragon- Ganyu x fem!dragon!Reader

Includes- plot, mentions of heat, half-dragon form, ripping of clothes, mention of breeding

Home- Zhongli x wife!Reader

Includes- plot, half dragon form Zhongli, slight angst(?), oral (f receiving)

Homecoming- Dan Heng x boyfriend!Reader

Includes- slight plot, bottom Dan Heng, Imbibitor Lunae Dan Heng, blow job, anal

Sparks- Lisa x Diluc (valentines event)

Includes- very little plot, blow job, public sex

Blurred Lines- Sunday x fem!Reader (Valentine's event)

Includes- slight plot, not much smut (sorry), office sex, fem receiving oral

Unwinding- Lumine x fem!Reader

Includes- plot, fluff, bath sex, fingering, oral (reader receiving)

Pact- Dainsleif x fem!Reader x traveler!Lumine

Includes- plot if you squint, FFM Threesome, NO DAIN X LUMINE (Do not read this expecting DainLumi), Oral (both F & M receiving), voyeurism, Reader gets called brat, talk of punishment, abyss!Aether x Reader at the end

Embarrassing- traveler!Aether x fem!Reader x Xiao

Includes- plot if you squint, FMM threesome, relationship up to interpretation, Oral (both F and M receiving), established tap out, awkwardness/shyness, some overstimulation

Bite me- vampire!Lumine x fem!Reader

Includes- plot if you squint, blood sucking (duh), thigh riding, oral

Smells like Spring- Ganyu x finacee!Reader

Includes- slight plot, Ganyu in heat, pillow riding, fingering, grinding

Indulgence- Sunday x fem!Reader

Includes- technically has plot, bondage, blindfold, taking pictures (briefly right at the start), teasing, creampie

Finding Words- Kazuha x fem!Reader

Includes- plot, fingering, oral (fem receiving), praise, creampie

Dream- Childe x Tsaritsa's daughter!Reader

Includes- plot, bit of a characters study, oral (fem receiving), creampie

Notes

General- Miyuki, Kuramochi, Mei

Turn ons- Miyuki, Sawamura, Furuya

Mine- Okumura, Haruichi, Miyuki

General- Masamune, Sanada, Jun, Shirakawa

Kawakami NSFW Headcanons

First Time- Miyuki, Chris

[twiilite]

dainsleif post-cataclysm: tired, hopeless, jaded af, brooding, manipulative, and on his LAST fucking nerve.

dansleif in khaenri'ah: actually Not a Bad Dude at all. genuinely quite sweet. big fan of telling kiddos wild stories about the knights.