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✦ You invite them to live in your Serenitea Pot

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Childe

After prolonged years of adventuring, traveling, and battling, you decided it was the appropriate moment to invite your partner to your Serenitea Pot. It’s like inviting a significant other to move in with you, right? You are delighted, and even though your beloved is acting honored and calm on the outside, little do you know - he is secretly screaming with victory on the inside.

✧ A tender smile graced Pierro’s cold expression. The first time you spoke about him taking residence along with you in your Serenitea Pot mansion, The Jester's inner machination was already planning a wedding. He loved you, with every fiber of his being. And whether you decide to live in the grand Snezhnayan Palace or somewhere private, it won’t hinder his plans to spoil you as his beloved.

It was all according to plan. You wake up, breakfast is already prepared. You start your day, the house is already cleaned. You wish to rest, his arms are already open.

He took his duties as a resident of your humble abode as if he were the househusband of this home. All matters were taken care of by him. And the fact that you two are already leading a private life together like a proper couple ignited his cold demeanor with softheartedness. It suited him; the commotion of the Fatui and Snezhnayan delegations were far away from you two. And with no peering eyes, the Fatui Director was busy with so many thoughts about your future: making your home better, showing himself as a man who would coddle you all day long, choosing a ring for you…

“Dear? You are deep in thoughts again,” - You called out suddenly, your gentle voice breaking his train of vehement thoughts. “I told you, you’re here to rest, not overwork yourself with chores!”

“Ah, my apologies. It seems I was lost in my mind once more. You know my habit of preparedness is often prevalent.”

✧ The honorable Il Capitano went silent the first time you invited him, and his pitch-black helmet did not provide any clues to his already stoic body language. At first, you hesitated. Perhaps he did not feel comfortable taking such an importan-

Next thing you know, the mighty captain is kneeling in front of you, his head hung low in utter reverence. “It would be my greatest honor to receive your blessings. I shall conduct myself with utmost obedience in your domain.”

“Goodness gracious, It’s just my house, Capitano! Not the Tsaritsa’s throne!”

After much convincing and assurance, you finally had The First of the Harbingers in your dwelling. In the beginning, you pondered, what a man of his caliber would do in his private time. Perhaps more training, or planning for battles? You decided to create a separate area for weaponry storage and training duels. After all, you wanted to be considerate.

To your surprise, Capitano never brought his “work” in the privacy of your home. Instead, he treated you to some of the best home cooking in the seven nations. With a broad outdoor area like your Serenitea Pot, Il Capitano finally managed to flex his grilling skills. You never knew BBQ grilled vegetables could taste so heavenly. And on colder nights, he preferred some home baking.

“Who would’ve thought the strongest man in Teyvat relished such a peaceful routine when he’s at home,” - You teased him once. Feasting like a monarch with his cooking, you have your cherished prepare the best food and provide the strongest cuddles - what else would you need?

“I would never bring you the turbulence of war to the footsteps of your home. After all, mundanity is a luxury that the common folk cannot comprehend.”

✧ When Il Dottore moved in with you - he became an absolute menace to your mental well-being. The upper floor of your manor was entirely occupied for his scholarly needs. From your library to your study; the upper rooms were regaled, making a mini makeshift lab filled with vials of obscure chemicals or too-long-to-read medical names.

But that was not the main issue at all. The greatest conundrum was that Dottore considered your privacy as our privacy. According to him, the Serenitea Pot was a private residence, secluded from the turmoil of the world’s idiocracy. Any temporary visitors would receive a nasty glare from him whenever they stayed. This was his confidential sanctuary with you, not theirs. And in his private time, when it’s only you and him in the house, the Doctor would forget that people often get dressed after a shower - because he would exit the bathroom wearing only a towel around his hips, and keep waltzing around your room like it’s nothing.

“...Uh? Please dress first, Dottore.”

“Very well.”

“Not here!!!”

Nevertheless, you managed all that. What you didn’t manage, however, is how Dottore took the most amount of space in bed. Your bed, mind you. Before he joined your travels, you created a comfy bedroom in your Serenitea Pot, a separate, quiet setting for your favorite mad scholar. Alas, every night you peacefully went to bed, only to wake up with a figure wrapping his arms tightly around your midsection, taking half of your bed.

Today was one of those days. The blankets were a mess, some had fallen to the floor. You feel uncomfortable and claustrophobic in your own bed, something nudging you to almost fall off. You already knew the culprit of your situation - Dottore. He was dozing off comfortably behind you, his arms sleepily thrown around your form, glued to your torso.

You whined groggily, trying to get away - “... You have your own bed. Stop pushing me.”

“Shush. Come here.” - Dottore's arms encircled around your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest. “It’s our bed now.”

It seems The Doctor didn’t take long to feel at home. Oh well. The only way to deal with this was to use him as a mattress from now on.

✧ At first, you hesitated to invite Scaramouche to your Serenitea Pot. It was still a work in progress, and not all areas were refurbished or prepared. Yet surprisingly, it was he who opened the discussion of a joint dwelling. Perhaps it was his instinct to keep you closer, to be certain of your safety in his arms.

After asking and discussing, you were pleasantly surprised when the Balladeer stated: “I do not expect you to build a palace. I will help you with the renovation. You can ask for my help.”

And so he did. You felt timid with your emptied Serenitea Pot, yet The Harbinger took it upon himself to aid you. He worked with you on where the house should be, and what type of garden or entrance should accompany it. There was something about his serious gaze whenever he discussed with you the matters of home. As if some old memories were reemerging.

“It doesn't matter. We won’t clutter the place, as a busy environment becomes a nuisance. The less one has - the better.”

With a profound touch of contemplation and minimalism, You and Scaramouche managed to plan an elegant abode. It was simple, yet perfectly maintained - with the best aspects of Inazuma and other foreign nations in the craftsmanship of the furniture. You were surprised but content. You even went as far as to ask your beloved whether he wanted a more traditional Inazuman style for this private dwelling but he strictly rejected it.

He didn’t want any more memories of his “birthplace” to resurface. Not in a place that will be private for you two.

So here you were, giddy with excitement as the interior of your manor was settled and ready. The bedroom was cozy and comfortable, a perfect place to lounge and rest. The Harbinger would groan whenever you tugged and pulled him to sleep next to you.

“If you move once in your sleep, I’m pushing you off the bed.”

You promised him you wouldn’t. But it was he who relented and held you close to his chest during the night. He did not need a home or a safe haven from the cruel world; You were already his home.

✧ Bring in the fine china, and roll out the red carpet - because Pantalone was coming over to your Serenitea Pot. You know that your sweetheart has a manor pricier than Mondstadt’s entire GDP, with fancy knick-knacks and luxuries. But as a couple, it was always Pantalone who insisted on you living with him, since he could spoil and pamper you after long travel expeditions. In his manor, you can simply have everything you ever desire.

But today was a grand occasion. You decided to invite him to your humble home, even if you had little to impress him with. The Harbinger was ecstatic, this was a step he desired and longed for. Should he dress formal-casual or more extravagant? No, no. His hair must be well-kept. Perhaps he should bring an expensive bottle of Fontainian wine… The evening must end flawlessly. It’s his first night in your home, for crying out loud. An evening designated to culminate with lovely cuddles in your bed, lavishing you with kisses or more.

Upon entering your cozy home, all his worries dissipated after you embraced him in your usual jovial way. You proudly displayed your manor, tugging at his hand and pulling him closer. Mirroring your pride, he stood analyzing each item or furniture as if it were a priceless relic in a museum.

“Ah, yes. I see this must be a traditional Inazuman doll, one used in ancient arts and rituals.”

“Oh, these round things? This is just a tanuki daruma… They bounce funny.”

“And I see this figurine must be imported as well, my dear? A marvelous craftsmanship of wood and carvings. Interesting.”

“This is just a wooden figurine of an Aranara” - you smiled proudly.

“I like your funny words, darling.”

✧ If Tartaglia never invited you over to his family home back in Snezhnaya, you would’ve thought this man was homeless. The 11th often stayed in your Serenitea Pot, always giddy yet conscientious. Whenever you wished for any help around the house, his sleeves would roll up and the apron was on; all you had to do was ask, and you shall receive.

Thus, the two of you would help each other. If you were cooking, then he would do the laundry; all chores were equally divided. Childe was naturally hardworking, and you loved him for his dedication to the house. It always felt warmer and cozier whenever he stayed, and you made sure to display your appreciation throughout the day by providing kisses to the cheek or gentle caresses to his hair.

Who wouldn’t be thrilled when their beloved greets them home and kisses them on the cheek? Now that he is residing in your private adeptal realm, it makes him look forward to returning home even more. To be back from a mission, only to kiss you, pick you up, and squeeze you lovingly in his arms.

Alas, despite his domestic joy, he was also becoming restless. Such a huge realm, you could have a whole area for dueling or training an army here. Therefore, he would start nagging at you throughout the day, asking you to join him.

“Come now, sweetheart! Just a quick morning stretch!” - He said from the living room’s doorway.

“Oh, I know! How about we make a shooting range outdoors and see who’ll get the most bullseye.” - his voice rang from downstairs.

“Or a one-on-one sparring match. That will get the blood flowing.” - he even stood behind the bathroom door, still imploring you through closed doors.

All this and more persisted. Even in the early morning, when your eyesight barely adjusted to the sunlight, the first thing you’d see is him leaning over your shoulders “Perhaps we can-”

“Nope,” - you intercepted, albeit sleepily. Pulling him closer to bed, you made sure he went still in your arms. “No fighting. Only cuddles...”

“Oh? Is that your form of a challenge, darling? Be prepared, because I won't back down.”

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chennyuwu · 4 days ago

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He is tired of standing so he decided to join the campfire during queue (drawing this during my queue on Springtrap btw)

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chennyuwu · 11 days ago

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hi hi !! could you write an ANGST with Dottore and Zhongli where we break up with them? maybe in dottore we break up because we can't bear(?) his experiments anymore and in Zhongli one we feel not enough/that he loves someone else (maybe Guizhong?)

Gn reader or Fem!reader(if u write for fem. sorry if u do not,i couldnt find rules and im really really sorry ! :( ... )

p.s will there be To love another 3rd part? it's my fav fanfic ever !!

love your work ♡♡

hihihi i know this is like super late but this prompt is literally so good 😭 also im thinking of writing another part to that fic, but i just dont know where to take it so ive been procrastinating haha

dottore’s part is kinda ooc bcs let’s be real if he’s that whipped for reader he wouldn’t let them break up with him, but im going to pretend that he’s not as much of a red flag as he actually is 🤭🤭

༊*·˚ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅

Pairing: Dottore x GN!reader, Zhongli x GN!reader (separate)

Content: Angst, no comfort. Mentions of canon typical violence, assumed past Guizhong x Zhongli

DOTTORE

“It seems my beloved has finally thought to visit me.”

You cringed from the overpowering metallic scent as you stepped into your boyfriend’s laboratory, trying hard not to look at the borderline gruesome sights on the clinical beds.

Dottore cleaned the blood off a bone saw he was holding, setting the instrument down carefully before walking towards you - eyes lit up, but holding a gleam different to the maniacal one he usually possessed.

“How was your day, my love?” His voice was humorous. He seemed to be in a good mood, humming lightly while opening the door for you.

“It was fine.” You sighed as you felt the weight of Dottore’s harbinger coat settle across your shoulders, registering the touch of his hand as he pulled you into him and away from the Snezhnayan cold.

“Has that coworker of yours still been bothering you?”

“… Don’t try pretending.”

“Whatever could you be talking about?” The Doctor’s grip on you tightened.

“I wouldn’t wish death on anyone, even if they annoyed me to that extent.” You sighed, finally tilting your head to stare into the planes of your lover’s mask.

“Oh, they’re not dead. Rather, they’ve been subject to some biological modifications of an experimental kind - would you like to see?”

You gritted your teeth.

“I’m hungry, don’t make me lose my appetite.”

“Good thing I have a nice place booked for dinner, my love.”

His compliance was almost uncanny.

Normal couples gazed affectionately into each other’s eyes over meat and wine, fingers fondly interlaced over the dining table. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to return Dottore’s adoring scarlet gaze, and his hold on your hand felt more like a death trap.

“Is the food to your liking?” He asked. He hadn’t touched any of the vegetables on his plate, only biting into the steak.

“Yes. You should eat greens, too.” You commented.

“Mm. Why don’t you feed me, then?” Dottore only tilted his head, smiling eagerly. Recently, a fear of you being turned into one of the harbinger’s countless experiments had taken hold, and it was this same fear that drove you to play right how he wanted. And so, lifting your fork, you fed him with all the patience you could muster - staring into those deep red eyes, feeling like nothing more than prey. Those eyes would’ve been the last thing many others had seen before their death, the end of their lives marked by that sadistic grin. You almost shuddered at the thought.

Normal couples slept under starry nights reflected in their star crossed hearts as they cuddled close under soft sheets. Normality was such a strange concept, you decided. Despite the fact that you were doing just what normal couples should, the situation was still absurd. However, your fear of becoming another one of the harbinger’s lab rats wasn’t unfounded. You mulled over this fact, almost snorting at the juxtaposition. Here you were - wondering if the man who cradled you in his arms would strap you down to a table in the name of research.

“My love, are you still awake?” You felt Dottore’s breath ghost over your neck, his face pressing into your nape. With a rustle, he readjusted the blanket over your shoulders.

“Yeah, I can’t sleep.”

“Nightmares, perhaps? I have a pill you can use for those.”

“No, just… thinking.” You squirmed in Dottore’s hold. His comment only reignited your spiralling train of thought, pushing you further to the point of resolve.

If he could kill his clones - literal versions of himself - then what would stop him from doing the same to you? Even if you remained alive, would you have to continue to tolerate being exposed to such grotesque horrors?

It was simply better to break things off, before you no longer had the option to.

Breakfast.

The first meal of the day, and the last meal you’d share with your boyfriend.

“Dottore.”

“Yes?” The Doctor’s head jerked up immediately from where he was chewing. You could feel the undivided weight of all his attention sinking into you, and for a moment, you faltered. He was notorious for paying little mind to anyone else, and yet, he treated you with the utmost attentiveness. You steeled your resolve.

“I think… we should break up.”

Silence. Then, the grating scrape of cutlery against crockery.

“Why.”

Not a question, more of a demand. You gulped.

“Do you want me to be honest with you?”

“Yes. Is it something I did?”

“I can’t bear your experiments anymore, Dottore. They’ve gone too far, and I don’t think I can stomach living normally with you as if I don’t know the kind of things you do. Even worse, every day I’m wary that I might be your next test subject - whenever I walk into your lab, I wonder when I’ll be the one under your needles. It’s exhausting.”

Another beat of silence. You could see Dottore’s chest rising and falling at an increasingly fast pace, his jaw tensing.

“I would never, ever do that to you. It’s ridiculous that you’d even think that, and as for your prior reason… I can arrange for you to come to the lab less often…”

“So you’re just going to cover my eyes and act like you’re not doing anything with those experiments? I just can’t be ignorant here, nor can I trust you. If you can get rid of your clones so easily, then what am I? What value do I hold-“

“Those creations do not even compare to you.” Dottore finally snapped, slamming his hand down on the table. You flinched, and he felt as though his lung capacity had been halved. His head spun in tandem with the rapid tightening of his heart, his mouth twisting into a scowl.

It hurt Dottore, realising that you didn’t trust him. That all those fond, intimate memories together were just you acting out of fear - or at least, the most recent ones were. It hurt, beyond anything Dottore thought he could inflict on his patients. And even worse, you were frightened of him. The light shaking of your shoulders and the way you flinched were enough indication.

The Doctor enjoyed seeing his victims become terrified, but that same terror on you almost made him feel like he’d been the one stabbed with a scalpel. Foolishly, he’d fallen victim to his own maniacal research tendencies.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just meant to say… that you can trust me.” Dottore raised his hand towards you to cup your cheek, wincing when you avoided the action.

“I tried to, I really did. But I don’t think I can do it anymore.”

“My love, please.”

The second harbinger was begging. What a strange sight.

“Let me go, Dottore.” You murmured shakily. You saw hesitation, hurt, and anger flit through those vermilion eyes you’d used to love. But that love you held for him had only smouldered into disgust and fear.

“… Then go. Get out of my sight.” Dottore hissed, his teeth clenching at the wary expression on your face.

It was painful, how you walked out without a second glance.

“My love…” Dottore whispered. He stared at the closed door, almost expecting you to return. He repeated the phrase, over and over to himself - his face contorting into an expression he himself couldn’t name. Was there truly an emotion as human as this? It was a twisted, unimaginable feeling the Doctor couldn’t categorise. The syllables came off his quivering lips, as though by uttering them he could make you come back.

But the truth was, your not-so-normal relationship was over. Perhaps, Dottore would return to the normality of his heartless experiments, and you’d return to the normality of a better fate than one you’d endure by his side.

He only regretted not being able to hold you more.

ZHONGLI

There were only two letters between you and your lover, but those two letters seemed to stretch wider every day - ‘I’, and ‘M’. The seemingly infinite synapse between mere ‘mortal’, and ‘immortal’.

Zhongli was undeniably a mortal vessel, but he as a being was not. He’d lived eons before you, loved and hated thousands. He’d experienced things you couldn’t even fathom, and yet, you couldn’t comprehend how he treated you as though your fleeting existence was the centre of his much larger world.

Whenever you looked into Zhongli’s amber eyes, heard his deep laugh, or felt his gentle caress, you could only feel insignificant. After all, he used to be a literal god. You couldn’t help the guilt that gnawed at your conscience, couldn’t stamp out the incessant feeling that he was too good for you, that you couldn’t compare to whatever lovers he’d had in the past.

“How’s the tea, darling?” Zhongli prompted. He sat with his back to the window, basking in an almost ethereal glow.

“Ah, I have yet to try it.” You shook yourself out of your thoughts to raise the cup in front of you. Zhongli only smiled warmly, but the gesture made your hand shake a little. You’d planned to break up with him today, and yet the way he still stared lovingly at you - full of infinite trust - made you feel terrible.

But how many others had he also treated this way? In his life, those others were probably far more special than you, possessing talents far more worthy of a god’s attention.

Suddenly, a shattering sound pierced your ears, and a scalding warmth set into your thigh. You looked down in a daze, before snapping out of it upon realising that you’d dropped the teacup.

“Are you okay?” Zhongli was at your side in an instant, mopping up the spilled tea and collecting the broken fragments of the cup.

“Yeah.” You gritted your teeth again. How dare someone as insignificant as you make Rex Lapis get down on his knees to clean the mess you’d made. It simply made you feel as though you didn’t deserve such a wonderful man at all.

“You’ve been distracted lately. Is there anything I should know about?” Zhongli asked slowly.

“No. Well, yes.” You stammered. You hadn’t planned this out very well, and your heart squeezed tighter.

“Go ahead. You know you can tell me anything, darling.”

A warm hand came to rest against your cheek. You closed your eyes, feeling tears build and slip down your face.

Zhongli wiped at your tears, holding your hands in your lap as he looked up at you worriedly - his thumbs tracing comforting circles on your knuckles. He thought of saying something, before deciding against it. He knew it was better to let you speak first.

“Let’s break up.” You blurted, feeling Zhongli’s fingers come to a complete stop.

“We can work through this, tell me why first. Has something been upsetting you?”

Your tears fell harder. He still showed you so much kindness, never jumping to any conclusions.

“I feel like I don’t deserve you. You’re too good for me, it makes me feel guilty that someone like me can have you.” You sobbed.

“Darling, you know it makes me happy to just spend time with you. That in itself is fair exchange, no?”

“But what makes that so special? You’ve lived for so long, you could’ve done this with anyone else, and you probably have. Who am I in comparison to someone like Guizhong?”

Through your blurred vision, you could still see Zhongli’s form kneeled by your side. He seemed to be choosing his next words carefully.

“You and her are both special, in your own way. Why don’t you calm down a little first? I can pour you some more tea.”

“I’m so selfish, Zhongli. I really don’t think I can stay with you.”

“Do you really want to leave that badly?”

Your heart twisted. You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay in his warm embrace, his soft understanding gaze. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to.

“… Yes.”

“Very well then. You know I won’t stop you, because I just want what’s best for you.”

The light grip on your hands released, and as you stood up everything seemed to spin.

“Thank you… for everything.” You murmured, stealing one last glance at the man you loved - before leaving.

Zhongli remained where he was for some time. In his life, many things came to an end, but this hurt a little more. When Guizhong had left him, it was due to her passing - the youthful Rex Lapis had found someone to blame, to ventilate his grief. But the most crude fact in this situation was that you were still alive, and had chosen to leave him of your own volition. Zhongli himself had made this happen.

However, an archon’s most prized trait was impartiality. Therefore, Zhongli knew that he had to maintain indifference. He refused to let himself chase after you, or force you into anything. It was only unfair, if an immortal were to impose such a fate onto a mortal.

And so, he could only watch as you faded from his life, like the cyclic ebb of waves on an ocean shore.

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chennyuwu · 11 days ago

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Hey so I found the little drabble you wrote about Morax sacrificing Y/n for the world? And it gave me this scene of a Y/n being forced to pick between him and the world, and they choose him? And it would hurt. And I'd like to see it written in your style of angst, if you ever write it at all, because i think it would be cool. have a good day/night heart🧡

: I know I'm very late but this gives me the idea of the prequel of the world > you of Morax|Zhongli imagine.

Imagine being in a situation where you have to sacrifice the world for your love one. What would you do? Would you choose to do the greater good for others or for yourself? The answer for you is quite obvious. It would be Morax over the world.

Imagine the Archon War leaving a mental toll on your mental health, constantly seeing your lover fighting, seeing him fight for his and your dear live as well as both of your people. But what leaves you the scar the most is seeing him get hurt, although he was powerful and fearsome, that doesn't mean that he does not escape close call encounter. At times like that, you have nothing to do but to watch there and stood in horror, thinking how much of a baggage were you that you cannot even fight side by side. Because even for a supreme being, you are weak.

Imagine it wasn't just the war that took a toll on you but also the mortals. You have seen people turning their back on their Gods, you have seen people revolts on their Gods, Gods who have done nothing but to protect them and some have lost their lives upon doing so. How fucking cruel and disgusting creatures were they. And how thankful you are that your people were different. That is why this thoughts and memories remained on the back of your mind.

Imagine, or so you thought as you day you have awoken up from a dream, drenched on cold sweat as your heart hammered on your chest. It was a dream- no a nightmare- no... It was a vision. It was a prophecy of your lovers death. Died and assassinated by his-your own people.

"Love?" It was your lover who seems to have been awake.

"Are you alright? You're dren-" You cut him off as you embraced him and he chuckles before turning your embrace, giving you a tap on the back for more comfort.

"Was it a bad dream?" He asked as pull you even more closer to him, taking you in his arms as you could only tighten your hold on him.

"It's alright, Love. I'm here, it's just a dream."

Imagine the truth is that you love your people more than anything, you love them just right after Morax, your lover. That is why you decided not to pay attention to that vision. Because you knew more than anything that your people respect and worship him more than anything.

Imagine Morax should have seen the signs. The way you less and lesser interact with the people. The more you seems cautious of the way they view and talked about him. The way you stay up all night and seems to be lacking of sleep. The way the look of gentleness in your eyes seems to fade the more you look at the people you vow yourself to protect. The way you were slowly falling and experiencing signs of erosion.

"What did you just say, you low life piece of utter shit?" You glare at the man, wanting to snap off his neck if it wasn't for your lover holding you back from doing so.

"I- I was just telling the truth! It's not like Rex Lapis is all that great and might- hick!"

"It's not like I did not heard you the first time. What I'm tying to say it that, do you, know the consequence you have to face for saying such-"

"That's enough, (First name). I would like to apologise on behalf of my lover, they were just.."

Imagine becoming aware that you were losing yourself but it was already too late. All the sleepless nights, the visions that kept showing up and hunting you. The way the people in your vision- your prophecy doesn't even seem to mind that Morax have died. The way the people talks about him these days. The way your memories of the archon war and the people back in those days does not seem to think twice turning their back and raising their weapons on their own beloved Gods.

Imagine one day, you snap. Walking in the city with your fake persona. There comes the man who was just talking shit about Morax on the other day. And the nerve of this man to continue to convince you that he was in fact right, that the world is better off without the Archons, specifically Morax in it, the God of War. The one who seems to have killed the God he was formerly worshipping. The one who according to him should have died instead.

Imagine as his words went one ear to another, you smile at him before talking and convincing him to go on a remote area where no one could see the two of you and of course, bewitched by your beauty, how could he not come with you. Only to get himself killed not even a second the moment the two of you reach your promised location. And during those very moment, the way you look down at your blood stained hand. The way a smile crept up on your lips as a strange sense of satisfaction came into you.

"This is fun." You spoke looking at the bloody scene.

"This is what you get for assume you know better to turn your back against by beloved."

Imagine Morax becoming aware of the missing and killing of people within your land. But what raised his concerns the most is that you don't even seem to mind, but at least you were not going feral as you were quite some time now. So he brush it off and went to investigate only to find out that most of the people declared missing and dead were people who were talking bad about him. Most of those people were refugees of the wars and were formerly worshipping other Gods before him. Nevertheless it was still suspicious and wrong. You have always made it clear with him that people, mortals were fragile being, that is why you should protect them.

so Imagine the horror on Morax face once he have seen you, in the midst of the burning remote village, a bloody child in your hand, grabbing it on the neck as you held it up within your level, a smile on your face which become even more bright one you have seen him when it pained him even more than to see you this way. How could he have not notice this? You were always together, how could he have not notice you were slowly losing youself?

"Wha-" His voice cracked as his mind tried to came up hundreds if not thousand of reason why you have come into this conclusion.

"What- why are you doing this?"

"They were planning a rebellion Morax, how could I not let this slide?"

"No... no no no no no no no. My Love, what happened to you?"

"Huh? You're asking strange things Morax." Your eye twich as you drop the child on the ground without care.

"Let me handle this kind of things. There is no need for you to lift up a finger okay? I'll keep you safe so let's go home, okay? Thought I'll have to come back and clean up for the rest of them so their is nothing to harm you."

Imagine the moment you tried to walk towards him, you stopped at the way his iconic weapon, a pole arm appeared. Then a smile makes it's way on your lips as you clasp your bloody hand together.

"Oh Morax! I appreciate you trying to help but there is in no need of that-?"

Imagine the look of confusion in your face. The way his weapon was pointed at you, you tilt your head to the side, a look of confusion and hurt could be seen in your face. And then there was anger.

"I am doing this for YOU whaT GIVES YOU THE NERVE TO POINT YOUR WEAPON AT ME?" You screamed at him, sending glares on his way as he looks at you emotionless. As if all emotion of him were turned off.

"Doing this for me? Do you think that was enough reason to do this? To cause this?"

"They were trying to revolt against you! They were trying to kill you! Do you think I want this?! I kept having visions! I kept hearing voices! And every single damnn time they were trying to kill you! And you died! Living me alone! I could not handle that! So before everything of that come true, I'll kill them. I'll fucking get rid of them. So don't be mad at me okay? I'm doing this for you, for us." You smile sweetly at him.

Imagine Morax having a mental breakdown at those very moment. The way he was tightly holding his pole arm as you approached him with a sweet smile on your face and damn. How lovely you were in the midst of the burning town and the countless lives taken away by your very own hands.

Imagine him, one of the seven archons praying and begging at these very moment. Oh celestia. Not you, god fucking damn. Not you. This was just a dream, none of this was true. But damn, the way he felt someone, another child clinging on his feet, murmuring cries of help. He swallowed back a sob. Oh celestia, what could- what should he do?

Imagine the way his hand shake, the way he took a deep breath before leaving his chaotic mind behind. His hands were still shaking, but he held his firmly up on your direction. The way you start to emits black smoke as well as the cracks on your face says it was already too late to save you. And as much as it pained him, as much as it fucking kills him to kill you. He has to do it.

"So this is it for us?" You spoke across him.

"No one's going to hurt me, Love."

"My vision says different and you know my vision was never wrong." You chuckle as you did not stop coming at him.

"I know what you're thinking. I don't regret it." The more you approach him, the more his heart ached.

"If I am to make choices over and over again, I'll do the same thing. If it means turning thr world outside the down, if it means burning the world for you, I will, Morax."

Imagine the way his amber iris were shaken as you walked right into his weapon that was preventing you from approaching him. The way his weapon easily and smoothly pierced your chest as he held it firmly.

Imagine the way his mouth close and open, looking down to his weapon and onto you. He saw you smiling as you pull away from the blade of the pole arm, stumbling a couple of stepps backwards but still retaining your balance. He knows that smile, fuck. He knows that smile.

"Celestia. Perhaps, I have done things too far." You spoke as you look down at your bloody hand and chest.

Imagine the way Morax hold back a sob, the way his throat burns as he can't seem to find the right words to say to you. And at the very end, he could only lower his weapon as he utter the words he wanted you to know even after all of this.

"You know I love you, right?"

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: Hi, sorry if this takes too long to make. College seems to drain me out but I'm glad to answer this ask that I have been thinking for quite some time now.

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Imagine it suddenly came into mind that Morax is the type of being, lover, that would not hesitate to sacrifice you for the sake of the world.

"You know I love you, right?" He spoke softly as if he wasn't looking down at you with an emotionless expression on your face.

"But not enough to choose me over the world?" You chuckle, "I mean, I do know I'm not special, but.." As your voice cracked, you unconsciously reach out and clench the fatal would on the side of your stomach caused by your lover's pole arm. "To have that slapped right in the face.." You smile as small and big cracks spread all over you as blood dripped down your mouth. "Unexpectedly hurts."

Imagine as he stood there across you, as you slowly start to form cracks all over your body. As you slowly start to disintegrate right across him with a bright yet sad smile on your face. You saw the way his amber iris were shaken. How tightly he was holding his pole arm and how blood dripped down all the way from his lips down to his chin as he bit down his lips. All to prevent himself from going after you.

Imagine, during your final moments, you took a step forward towards him. Feeling light as you tried to smile still, but as you do, take a step forward. Everything went back. At the same time, Morax unconsciously took a step forward upon seeing you went towards him, but as soon as you do. You're gone along the wind.

"If I do not kill you, I betray my nation. My nation is very dear to me."

"Dearer than I?"

"Yes love, dearer than you."

Imagine the way he dropped his weapon, hand unconsciously reaching out in the air, trying to grab at least a particle of yours, but it just slipped past his finger like a fine sand.

"Ah." He let out a sound as he took up. The sky looked dark and heavy, as if ready to cry any moment.

"I'm tired." Just like that, one drop of rain fell from the sky into the ground followed by another, and then another.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

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Can you peel an orange for me? 🍊

synopsis: would your friend/lover peel an orange for you? Or pull some other stunts? Stay tuned and find out!!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 everyone (+ dottore/pantalone/capitano) except the kids & aloy

♡ mainly fluff, some characters may be OOC! can be seen as romantic/platonic!

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author's note: kms, bro what was I writing. you may notice some are longer and some are shorter, I just want to defend that NO favouritism was played in this and it was purely on what ideas I had ON THE SPOT!!! Say thank you to my wife (for dottore), and thank you to @/mixed kester, @/harmonysanreads, @/pranabefall and @/jessamine-rose for the idea for xianyun, thank you to @/naraven for kinich. I love them all and I'm not worthy to be in their presence 😔💜

Background: チャイ @ alphacoders

Raiden: Slashes the orange with her katana, accidentally cutting through the floor, you had to call a carpenter that day.

Kaveh: puts away his paper and pens, and is quite enthusiastic about peeling the orange because he likes the feeling of you depending on him even for menial tasks.

Alhaitham: would NOT be willing to put down the book in his hands, would NOT peel, questions your physical abilities and intellect.

Tighnari: Stops writing notes on his little poisonous plants and gives you the side eye but still peels and tries to ask if anything is wrong.

Cyno: deadpanned look, no emotion presented. But he takes the orange and starts peeling it, and makes jokes at the same time, and you're not one to miss out laughing in glee just to see his expression brighten up.

Zhongli: He widens his eyes a bit, this is the first time anyone has asked him to peel an orange. He was one of the strongest archons after all, who would dare to delegate or ask him of such a menial task? With inquiring eyes, he takes off his gloves to take the orange and would smile while peeling it, hands you back the orange, and proceeds to ask, “Is anything up, my dear?”

Childe: Eager, like a puppy. “Why of course comrade!!” Enthusiastically peels for you and feeds you as well, definitely does, “Here comes the airplane! Aaaaaaaa.” And you just stared at him.

Neuvillette: He would be confused but he has the spirit and would try to peel the orange for you! Has never peeled an orange before and it ends up looking messy and he gets embarrassed and starts practicing peeling oranges just in case…

Wriothesley: Confusion turns to amusement because he knows something is definitely up, but peels the orange for you anyway, ruffles up your hair and tries to interrogate you playfully.

Ayato: Tries to peel, fails miserably, orange looks mangled, he throws it away and orders Thoma to bring in freshly peeled ones. At least you tried, Ayato.

Ayaka: Like Ayato, has NO experience whatsoever, but at least she peeled better than his sorry ass. Blushes and feels cute afterwards though doing such a domestic(??) activity.

Thoma: More than happy to assist you! He peels the orange and even arranges it into a flower on a plate so it looks all pretty. You felt burdened to eat the pretty orange display, but facing his eager sparkling eyes, you quickly chomp everything down.

Pantalone: No. Time is money. And capitalism conquers all. Calls in a fatui agent to bring freshly peeled expensive oranges.

Dottore: He takes the orange and you widen your eyes in disbelief, has your efforts finally reformed him?? Has he changed? Has someone possess- BOOM! No, he tried using one of his tools to peel the orange, and the juice accidentally got into it and it exploded. Now you and Dottore are covered in black soot and your hair is sticking out all over the place! At least for the first time, both of you are wearing couple matching outfits <3

Capitano: You decided to disturb him during his sparring session with his soldiers, but he didn't mind. Abiding by your simple request and silently takes the orange from you to peel it oh so gently, before placing the nicely peeled orange in your palms.

Scaramouche/Wanderer: Denial is a river in Egypt, gives you the stink eye, you stare at him longer, he sighs and gives in. He holds out his hand and looks away, all flustered. Hands you back some shitty peeled oranges. He tried his best, you like it and you gave him a kiss on the cheek as a reward.

Kazuha: ✨ Why of course, my muse ✨ peels the orange and even offers to feed you, proceeds to write a poem on him feeding you oranges, reads it aloud and you start to feel regret for your actions.

Dainsleif: he's confused, why are YOU asking him to peel an orange for you? Are you having some kind of pain that's hindering you from peeling an orange? He peels it anyway, not before checking the condition of your hand mobility.

Diluc: He was busy doing paperwork, but he nods, takes off his glasses, gestures for you to come closer, takes the orange from you, peels it and passes it back to you. You lounge in his office after that, peeling oranges for you to feed him.

Kaeya: “Why, if you want my attention, just say so!* ✨ peels the orange gracefully that you suspect he was a swan with how much elegance he was giving off doing such an activity. He proceeds to have you sit down on his lap and hand feeds you afterwards.

Itto: AH↗️HA↘️HA↗️HA↘️HA↗️HA↘️HA!Asking him? The bevelont oh so amazing Arataki ITTO! Glad to be of service. Peels the orange a bit too enthusiastically, the orange peels flies everywhere, eats HALF of your orange TOO dawg 😭😭

Xianyun: peels it once and she builds a machine afterwards, named the orange peelinator to help you peel for your future oranges.

Lyney: takes your orange, peels it, only to play party tricks with the orange by making it disappear, or teasing you with it like a Turkish vendor selling ice cream. Safe to say, you lunged at him like a rabid dog.

Lynette: Was snacking on something, turns to look at you and quickly takes the orange to peel it and hand it back to you so she can resume eating.

Freminet: looks honoured to peel an orange for you 😭 carefully and delicately peels it and even takes a slice to try to feed his penguin, Pers.

Baizhu: *cough* *cough* Changsha gives you the death stare. Asking a feeble doctor to peel an orange for you? Don't you have hands? Baizhu quickly pats her head down to shut her down, wipes his hands and takes the orange from you to peel it. You felt guilty afterwards and appeared later in the afternoon with a plate of sliced fruits good for his health.

Albedo: He peeled the orange in the midst of conducting an experiment and your peeled orange got cross contamination so you sadly turned into a mint green plant for the rest of the day. Albedo put you in a little pot and watered you. Thankfully you turned back.

Arlecchino: She's a father and has masterful orange peeling skills, you blink and suddenly the oranges are all peeled and sliced in your hands.

Chasca: Gives up and proceeds to blast the orange into pieces with her gun without a second thought, only to realise what she has done, apologises, and takes you to a fruit vendor, bargains and you end up with a basket of oranges at a cheap price.

Chiori: Huh?? Peel oranges for you??? Don't you have hands… Fine, give it here. Peels it nicely and gives it back.

Citali: No, she's too busy indulging in her light novels. YOU'LL have to feed her instead lest she goes hungry from binge-reading. You also found out beer and oranges were an interesting taste combo.

Clorinde: With a serious expression, she peels it seriously and hands the peeled orange to you with a serious… proud look. You praised her and you could see a sparkle lit up in her eye. She now takes the fruits in your hands to peel them for you even if you don't ask for it.

Dehya: Laughs boisterously and peels it for you, takes some for herself and feeds you them as well. Note mentally to buy oranges for you to eat in the future.

Emilie: Peels the orange with a gentle smile, you got it back but your oranges taste… somewhat alcoholic somehow… like she was handling her perfumes…

Eula: She crosses her arms and hmphs at first, wondering why you couldn't accomplish a simple task, but the moment she saw a downtrodden look on your face. She immediately becomes flustered, takes the orange and hurriedly peels it, feeds and failingly coaxes you. She always peels your fruits afterwards without question now.

Furina: Reluctant to do it, but she couldn't reject you straight up so she puts up a whole AHHH acting performance on why she doesn't feel like peeling an orange, only to give in and peel it when you bribed to take her out to that latest cafe.

Ganyu: She's sleep-deprived and overworked and you still make her peel an orange? What a monster! Jokes aside, she's more than happy to peel an orange for you sleepingly, even munches on it afterwards, only to realise it, abruptly woke up with an expression of horror and apologies to you for stealing your orange. You reassured her it was totally fine and dandy but still had to wrestle with her later on to let YOU peel the oranges.

Hu Tao: “Oya?” A blink of confusion but she cheerfully peels it, not minding one bit whatsoever! Steals a slice later when you're not looking and jokingly tries to feed her little ghost.

Jean: Overworked no.2 but she's used to Klee’s antics and requests so honestly, peeling an orange was no trouble to her at all and it gave her a little break from work.

Keqing: Overworked no.3, she gives you a silent stare but doesn't say anything and simply peels it. “I want golden shrimp balls after work.” She requests. You giggled, “Alright, love.”

Kinich: About to have a romantic moment with him only to have Ajaw ruining the moment going, “YOU DARE ASK THE CARETAKER OF THE ALMIGHTY DRAGON LORD PEEL AN ORANGE FOR YOU? SCRAM, YOU PEASANT!” Needless to say, Ajaw was locked away for 3 days.

Kokomi: Overworked no.4, buried under papers, her only solace could honestly have been you coming over to ask her to peel an orange. She simply lounges on you afterwards like a fish after peeling the orange, falling asleep in your lap.

Mavuika: Smiles brightly and peels the orange, reminiscing and talks to you about her family and friends from the past, saying how peeling the orange made her remember how everyone used to come to her for help with menial and small tasks. You simply kept quiet and watched her joyfully.

Mona: Mona, the great Megistus, has simply no time to peel an orange for yo- What? You're offering mora? Why, consider it done! Peels the orange with little hydro tricks. I don't think that's how you're supposed to use your gifted powers for, Mona…

Mualani: Yahoo! Let's eat oranges together, she says. Well, that was what she declared at first. Peels it for you and feeds you a slice, her eyes sparkle and she asks you where you got such a wonderful tasty orange from! You name the Vendor and she immediately rushes over to buy out their whole stock to share it with the rest of the clan. Well, it looks like you secured the bright future of a vendor.

Navia: Plans a whole orange themed tea party with her friends instead. Sipping orange juice in a teacup, eating orange flavoured and coloured desserts, on the orange patterned napkin, under the orange patterned umbrella… “I HAD ENOUGH OF ORANGES!” Furina flips out.

Nilou: You brought oranges during her dance practice, and she was more than happy to peel an orange for you and feed you. She was even happier to see you there, to be honest. Shares the oranges with her colleagues.

Shenhe: Stabs it with a spear and hands you a pierced orange. Well, the spirit is there, the effort is there. It's good enough, you silently thought as you took the orange with a big hole in it.

Venti: “Oh?~ What's this? Some sort of test?” Oh wow, he's sharp. With nothing to hide, you nodded. He laughs and peels an orange for you and feeds you and himself. He proceeds to send a strong gust of wind to an orange tree later in order to knock off all the oranges and eat with you later.

Mika: “Hm? Oh!” Doesn't get it because why are you handing an orange to him?? But you asked if he can peel the orange for you. Gets the job done really fast. No questions asked because it's just easier to not rack his brain to know what or why you did. Peels the orange swiftly, and gives it back to you.

Xiao: Even coaxing with almond tofu didn't work! Only when he saw you sulking, he furrowed his eyebrows, snatches the orange, quickly peels it and hands it back to you. He relaxed once he sees your expression fade into one of glee and satisfaction. “Hmph.”

Xilonen: No 😔 She's busy snoozing away up in her little tree and nothing could wake her or pull her away from her peaceful nap. You signed defeatingly and just rested at the foot of her tree, the orange left forgotten, some bird later snatched it while you were asleep. Screw you, bird.

Yae Miko: Yea no, tough luck. She asks a priest maiden to peel it for you instead, and hands you the orange with a smug expression like she peeled it herself.

Yelan: With how elusive her work was, it was tough to find her during the day, and you could only give up your pursuit. You woke up from a nap later in your shared home, and on the table were some peeled oranges. It seemed like she heard from others you were wandering around looking for her with an orange in your hand.

Yoimiya: Mistaken your intention when you handed the orange without IMMEDIATELY (that was your first mistake) stating your purpose and proceeded to STICK the orange in a firework and launch it into the air. 😭 You weep for your orange but no worries, she apologised and gave you a brand new one!

Bennett: Somehow he tripped and fell while peeling the orange and it landed in a ditch. You tried to give him another orange but when he peeled it, there was suddenly mold in the orange! You gave him another orange and suddenly, a boar knocked into him, chopping the orange out from his hand and scampering away on its four little feet. Well, you fed an embarrassed Bennett a sliced orange, it's alright really. He did and tried his best and that was all it mattered.

Razor: He ate your whole orange in one bite. 👍

Lisa: Honestly, she didn't do it and only took you out to have lunch with her. She didn't wanna get her gloves dirty 😔 She fed you later with a slice of cake and batted her pretty eyes at you so it's all forgiven.

Gaming: “Oh hell yeah!! Let's make orange flavoured char siu!!” “ABSOLUTELY NOT!!” You screamed in horror.

Amber: Uses your orange as a target practice 😭 Your orange perfectly split into pieces when she shot a bullseye so… all’s well that ends well…?

Barbara: Smiles brightly and peels diligently, passing you a normally peeled orange, seeing the bright smile on your face brought a feeling of happiness in her.

Ningguang: Gets a servant to peel it for you instead. And then decides to buy better oranges later on because the orange you got her honestly…doesn't taste that good.. but she won't tell you that.

Beidou: Peels it only to dip the orange into beer and you have a pained expression on your face. Which thought in your brain thought it was a good idea to hand her an orange while she was drinking??

Lianyu: She doesn't get it at first till you ask her to peel an orange for you. Is this some custom or tradition she doesn't know? Nevertheless, she does it and hands you a nice peeled orange, the slices forming a flower.

Candace: Puts down her shield to peel the orange for you, and gives you a nicely peeled orange! Though she asked if you had any more oranges so she could peel them and hand them out to some of the elderly and kids. You felt a bit jealous but kept it to yourself as you nodded. Her expression was bright as she smiled gently, letting out a small chuckle, “Don't worry dear, I'll cook you a meal just for you later.”

Charlotte: No time to peel! She's busy catching headlines and you have trouble catching up with her. She's always in one place and another. You almost caught up to her in the wild, only for her to get jumpscares by you and freeze your orange with her camera shutter and it fell to the ground. You look at it with frustrated tears in the corner of your eyes and suddenly wail, sending Charlotte into panic as she hurriedly picks up the orange, peels it and tries to feed you while reassuring and apologising to you. “Oh, stop crying! Here, here, I peeled the orange for you!”

Chevresue: Thankfully, Chevresue is a certified food connossieur and doesn't try to shoot your orange with a gun.. (*cough* Chasca *cough*) and peels it like a normal person, taking a few slices to munch on for herself.

Chongyun: A GHOST KEEPS STEALING THE ORANGES BEFORE YOU COULD GIVE IT TO HIM. 😭😭 Do they hold some grudges against Chongyun peeling oranges for you?! In fact, one ghost does. It's just your bad luck you caught the attention of some thief-stealing ghost. Don't worry though, you complained to Chongyun and with the biggest determined expression you've ever seen, he hunted down that ghost (somehow?? Did someone help him?) with gusto and found your hidden oranges! Looks like his yin-yang composition is useful after all!

Xiangling: Takes your orange and whips up a dish for you, and suddenly you're sitting in front of Wangmin restaurant sitting across from Xiangling and several plates of food on the table, including your orange.

Collei: “Peel an orange? Okay!” She takes the oranges to peel it for you and hands it back and gets back to her business.

Faruzan: Blah blah blah, respect your elders! Or something along the line… Her endless nagging ended up with you peeling the oranges instead for her…

Fischl: *long text* “I believe my lady is more than delighted to peel an orange for you.” 🐦‍⬛Thank you, Oz. And you hand her the orange and she peels it elegantly too and arranges it to look like Oz, somewhat.

Gorou: Eagerly ontake the orange peeling duty! He finds it fun and stress-relieving and you guys slowly walk along the beach with multiple peeled oranges in your hands and another orange in his hands getting peeled.

Heizou: He figured out the orange peel theory before you could even open your mouth, laughing as he takes the orange from you to peel it, feeding you a slice and walks away before turning his head to wink at you with an orange slice between his teeth.

Kirara: It's a lucky thing her hands aren't paws or it would have been an awkward moment. But like Charlotte, she's constantly on the run for her deliveries, so you can only wait for her to finish her work to ask her to peel an orange. You sit on the stairs, watching the sunset. Suddenly you hear a mrah, and you turn to see Kirara plopping down to sit next to you, her smile glistening under the sun, “Delivery is all done! One of my customers gave me an orange! Want it?” You look at the orange in her hands, quickly hiding your orange and grinning, “Yea! Can you peel it for me?” “Sure!”

Xingqiu: He gives you a 🙂 and takes the challenge to peel an orange for you. He struggles at first, wondering how to even peel the skin off when it’s so thick. In the end, you had to assist him and teach him how to peel the orange. By the end of it, it's you with an exhausted expression and him with a bright, fulfillingly one as he holds the peeled orange in both of his hands like it's some relic, looking at it with a hint of proudness and joy.

Kuki: Used and tired of Itto's unpredictable behaviour and tactics, without a second glance, she peels the orange at the speed of light before handing it to you. Of course, not before taking a slice of herself, allowing you to see the rare occurrence of her taking off her mask to consume the orange. You stare at her blankly, thankful that your ears were hidden behind your hair as you were sure they were bright red.

Layla: She's too tired and incoherent to peel it for you in the morning, so you have to wait at night and have her other persona energetically peel it for you, and then proceed to conduct a thorough research and history of oranges even though agricultural isn't exactly what she's studying…

Noelle: There's two ways this can do, she peels the oranges like a normal person, or uses her Claymore to perform some archon-defying action and thinly slices the orange into pieces with her blunt blade. And guess which way it went? That's right!! The second way!! She wanted to impress and show off to you, and now you're left in disbelief. 😪

Rosaria: Peel an orange? Can't you peel it yourself? You have two functioning hands. Needless to say, she doesn't peel the orange for you because she thinks you're fully capable of doing it yourself, RIP.

Ororon: Boy is so happy to peel oranges for you, he even steals the seeds of the oranges so he can plant them in his backyard and grow oranges for you to eat like his other vegetables. Looks like you have a farmer boyfriend for life.

Kujou Sara: Gives you that stern look and she almost scares you till too remember it's her default expression. She's just wondering why you turned up at your workplace with an orange in your hands. You asked if she could peel an orange for you, and she gives you a strange look and signals the guards to look away before taking the orange and slowly peeling it, her eyebrows furrowing. She struggles a bit but manages to give you back a successful peeled orange!

Sethos: Raises an eyebrow at your request and stares at you while peeling it waiting for you to tell him your intentions. Pressured under his stare, you spilled it out and he looks at you with an expression of disbelief, sighs and gives you the orange all peeled. “There you go, come to me if you want any other fruits peeled for my proof of love for you.”

Sucrose: Disappears with your orange and appears magically with now modified orange that's more sweet and less sour. You silently peel it yourself to eat it because really, she did allat… You couldn't let her peel it. You also fed her the orange and her ears fluttered(?) a bit up and down, as she cupped her cheeks happily.

Xinyan: “Peeling an orange? Sure!” No questions asked person and peels an orange for you, albeit a little unneat but it's the thought that counts! You happily eat the orange.

Yanfei: You scared her while she was reading a client's case and she shot a flame beam at your orange, disintegrating it. You look at the ashes in your hands and you look up to see her guilty expression. “It's my fault, don’t worry about it.” It really is on you for deciding to walk up to her from behind quietly. “Sorry, I'll buy you a whole crate of oranges on the way home.” You laugh, “Alright, I'll accept your offer. Just peel some oranges for me, okay?” Yanfei nodded, albeit confused at such a request but you didn't elaborate.

Yun Jin: You waited patiently for Yun Jin to finish her opera performance, swinging your legs, you hummed along with Yun Jin’s performance. You finally near the applause from the audience and you excitedly hop off your chair. Yun Jin enters backstage, a smile appearing on her face as she spots you. She walks over to you, “Thanks for waiting for me!” You were about to assure her it was no trouble at all, before you remembered the orange. “Yun Jin!” You call her name. She tilts her name in response. You hold up the orange in your hand, “Peel an orange for me please?” She blinks and nods, “Okay.” She takes the orange in your hands and peels it delicately. “Here you go. Isn't my proof of love delicious?” She laughs softly, the sunlight embracing her softly.

Indeed, isn't the taste of love delicious?

Never writing for almost everyone ever again, this almost took me out.

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Okay, you know what? After reading this post, I jokingly said we should all just make a pact to reblog it five times a day forever. So I'm gonna do this louder for the people in the back:

AO3 WAS CREATED BY FANS, FOR FANS

AO3 IS RUN BY FANS (VOLUNTEERS, NO LESS)

AO3 IS PART OF THE NON-PROFIT, ORGANIZATION FOR TRANSFORMATIVE WORKS

AO3 IS NOT OWNED BY ANY COMPANIES AND DOES NOT EARN REVENUE

AO3 OPERATES ON DONATIONS FROM FANS

again:

AO3 WAS CREATED BY FANS, FOR FANS

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fem!reader studies Neuviotter! | Fluff 🧸 with Otter Neuvillette… 🔞with Human Neuvillette.

Summary: You're a Sumeru's researcher obsessed with Fontaine otters. So you basically adopt one... unfortunately it looks like that isn't an otter at all...

Warning: 🔞 MDNI. ALL SMUT IS WITH HUMAN NEUVILLETTE! Somnophilia, oral (fem! Receiving), p i v. Unprotected sex.

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The prestige of your research precedes you. A diligent student with a flamboyant gait, brilliant ideals and precise knowledge. You arrive at Fontaine from the Sumeru Academy with a precedent never seen before, with your lively, attentive eyes and your notebooks covered in leather the same color as your eyes.

Word spreads immediately that the wise y/n, scholar of the Academia, has come to Fontaine to study a creature that has captured your attention to leave the green land for that of the primordial sea. Could it be that you want to study a mythical creature that lives in underwater caves? Or perhaps a glorious bird has captured your thirst for knowledge?

How surprised your guides were when you shouted with excitement, unable to contain your joy like a little girl, when you spotted a little otter poking its head out of the crystal clear water. You jumped up and down, unable to contain your happiness, exclaiming how amazed you were to see one so close.

Alone, you photograph the otter and go so far as to dive underwater with it, surprised more by how clever it is than by your new curious ability to breathe underwater. What a joy it is to find a group of creatures frolicking with a clam in their midst, spinning in the water and turning to look at you. You may have been down there for an hour.

Back on the surface, sitting on a rock with your feet in the water, you jot down the details in your notebook, tracing with the vague lines of a sketch the elusive shape of the little animals. Concentrating on your task, on defining the details of its snout, you notice on the other bank an otter, different from the others, grooming its head with its small hands.

You watch it carefully, the creature seems a little larger than the others, slender and almost like a gentleman...

"A gentleman otter," you whisper, enraptured by the delicate and magnificent figure grooming itself in front of you.

The otter makes sounds as he wipes his own face, lying on the surface of the water, carving his features and nose, while his two gnawing teeth peek through his pearly fur. Its small hands wash its own belly, almost ironing its fur as if it were the robe of a great lord. Deeply adorable. You hastily sketch the picture in front of you, not missing a tender detail of the cuddly toy floating carefree on the calm current.

The otter watches you with a lost look, black eyes that seem not to contain a single thought. The bliss of the ignorant. And you wave at him from your rock with a smile.

The otter swims toward you, and when he's within striking distance, he watches you, as if studying you.

"How smart you look," you say, clutching your notebook to your chest, "and very adorable. Look at you," you show him the drawing.

The otter stares at the paper with a certain analysis, but his unmistakable expression doesn't change. Then he seems to comb an invisible curl out of his furry head and approves your sketch with a formal nod.

"What a gentleman," you squeal, climbing down from your rock and returning to get your things. The otter emerges from the water, shaking his body to dry himself from the water, though he remains fluffy.

"I thought you were waterproof," you laugh at the sight of the expressionless furball, seemingly oblivious to his adorable embarrassment, "you're different, aren't you?" you approach him with a rag, trying to dry him.

You pull him onto your lap, paws up and his belly exposed as you dry his chest with your cloth, as if he were a baby. Then you wipe his little hands and then his paws. His face is now dry. The otter played with your bracelets, making funny noises and showing his little pearly teeth.

"Do you like it?" you ask, putting it down. The Otter nods enthusiastically. "It would look very cute on you," you add, taking off one of your bracelets and placing it around his neck.

The elastic of the bracelet is lost in his white fur, and the pendant stands out as if it were the clasp of a breastplate.

"You're missing a hat, and you could pass for another Fontaine gentleman," you exclaim, pleased with the result, as the otter poses like an elegant gentleman, his small chest puffed out, almost proud of how adorable he looks.

"It's getting dark, I should get back now. See you another day, Mr. Otter," you say, slinging your bag over your shoulder and waving your hand.

The otter hurries to follow in your footsteps, prancing subtly near you, his wet nose brushing against your ankle.

"You want to come with me, huh?" you kneel before him, and he touches your nose with his paw. "Fine, fine. We'll have a sleepover."

The place you're staying in is small but cozy, and it gets even cozier when you turn on the heat and put food on the table. The otter sits in a chair across from you, on a mountain of books, and tastes several of the snacks you've served him, though you see him going crazy over some consomme purete and the big glass of pure spring water you've served him.

"You like that, I noticed," you say.

"Burp," the otter replies with a burp that he seems to regret immediately.

"You have more manners than many people," you tell him, wiping his whiskers with a napkin.

"Okay, I'll brush your teeth and then off to bed," you say happily, with the idea of reading to the little animal before bedtime.

You sit him on your sink in front of the mirror, lift his jaw and brush his teeth with your toothbrush and toothpaste, first one side and then the other, make him drink some water and then spit it out, although he swallows it.

"Not your thing to waste water, apparently."

The otter nods.

Then you brush his head, chest, back, and tail, letting him groom himself, and when you try to remove the pin, he hides it in his small hands.

"Okay, okay... I'll leave it to you," you smile.

And then you lie in bed with him in your arms, illuminated by the dim light of your lamp, holding a book with an adventure story in it. You read aloud to him, stopping when you hear him whistling and snoring.

"Good night, Gentleman Otter," you kiss him on the forehead before turning off the light and going to sleep. ....

You're not one to dream, not at all, but ever since you came to Fontaine, you couldn't help but have these nightly fantasies about Iudex Neuvillette. That stoic and serious man, how good his face would look contorted with pleasure as you sucked his cock.

You had dreamed of a similar situation many times, you had dreamed of him against you as he pinned your frail figure against his desk and thrust into you, biting your lower lip. You had had your first fantasy after a trial, thinking how manly he would look behind you, his cock buried in your ass....

All those dreams had been vivid fantasies, and tonight's took the prize.

You lay on your bed, him biting your neck as he rests behind you, his hands playing with your breasts at his whim, his tongue sliding over your skin, enjoying the nectar of your pure complexion, his cock swollen against your clothed ass.

"Mmmmhhhh, Monsieur~" you moan, writhing in his grip.

The wonderful thing about these dreams is that you don't know how you get into these situations, but you know how to enjoy them. Because from one moment to the next, the oh so taciturn Iudex Neuvillette has his face buried between your legs, tasting your folds and your clit with his trained tongue.

"Right there~" you moan, arching your back as you feel the desire well up from his mouth, his tongue drawing lustful strokes across your sex, his deep sighs stoking the fires of your passion.

His hands wrap around your legs, and for a moment you swear it's real, the way his nails dig into your skin, leaving reddened marks in their wake, and his thumbs sink into your thighs, anchored to you with no intention of letting go.

Then you feel him thrust into you, opening your silken walls in his wake, his thick cock making its way to your center, molding your walls to his erect, large form. You feel him rub against you as your insides embrace him with little restraint.

You hear him moan and feel your legs rise up over his shoulders, his cool hands at your ankles pressing down on you, thrusting slowly but deliciously, almost as if you were made for him.

"Monsieur Neuvillette~" you moan, clutching the pillows, your hips bucking at the growing warmth in your belly, your hands seeking your own pleasure.

"Warmer than I thought," he whispers, "

it is almost like n your dreams... though this time it feels so real...

You look at him for the first time, his face sweaty, his cheeks flushed as his locks of white hair fall down your legs. His strong arms hugging you, his pecs rising and falling, holding breath... lower down, his chiseled abdomen twitching as his cock buries itself relentlessly inside you.

The sound of his balls against your skin blows your mind and makes you realize that it's not a dream, that Iudex Neuvillette is really fucking you (and very well, much better than you expected).

"Monsieur..." you try to sit up, but he has touched your cervix with his cock, and you do nothing but collapse under him, filled with the pleasure of his gentle thrusts.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks you reverently, in a tone of sublime courtesy and lofty superiority, as if he were not mercilessly fucking you at his whim while you sleep.

"Don't stop," you whimper between words, not wanting to waste the opportunity you've been dreaming of since the first time you saw him, "damn it," you exclaim at the wave of heat surging through your chest and legs as you hear him chuckle under his breath, quite pleased with what he's managing to make of your body.

The orgasm hits you warm and rough, just as Neuvillette did with his cock, careful not to leave his seed inside of you. And your breath comes back as you feel him caress your back as if to reward you.

You feel his lips on your forehead, and the way his arms hold you beside him as your eyelids droop at the inevitable.

"How did you get here?" you babble, half asleep, caressing his chest as he draws soft circles on your arm.

"You invited me," he whispers as he brings your hand to his neck where your bracelet encircles his skin and the charm falls to his chest.

"You'll explain it properly tomorrow," you murmur between confused shuffles...

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