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@platinumrosetail and me were talking about this >post< and she suggested the idea of Neuvillette time traveling back to his first meeting with Furina!MC, and he goes on to correct the wrongs he made the first time. Basically, a continuation to that post, a part 2.

First thing to bring up. What causes Neuvillette to want to start over everything?

Mainly it's when he meets Furina!MC again, only she doesn't react to him calling out 'her' name, but when the Usurper of Geo calls out 'MC', the same name that Neuvillette once had on his wrist since his reincarnation, only to fade a few months ago, it makes his heart skip a beat, and a chill goes down his spine.

Because Furina!MC answers back with a smile, a smile he's never seen before. And when she reaches up to brush some hair from her face, Neuvillette sees a smudge on her wrist. A smudge where the former Archon's soulmate should've been but wasn't.

It was like his own smudged wrist.

Things only grow more tense as some Fontainians that had come to Liyue for vacation saw Furina!MC, and to Neuvillette's shock and horror, they start harassing her, calling her cruel names and other things, one even reach out to grab her-

But the Geo Usurper stops them, coldly telling them to get the hell out of his nation, which only causes them to laugh as they locked him, saying stuff like 'what? So, your dead Archon could smite us?'.

It seems like with what happened to Furina!MC, it caused Fontainans to become desensitized with Archons, finding nothing worthy of respect.

And they clearly didn't realize the 'dead' Archon they were mocking was right in front of them, seconds from murdering them all.

Neuvillette reluctantly moves in to save them, and has them shipped home before blood decorates the streets.

This leads to him finally talking to Furina!MC in a quiet environment, with Zhongli by her side.

She tells him everything... And he wished she never told him anything at all as slowly makes his way back to the harbor for the boat back to Fontaine.

His soulmate had been by his side since the beginning, for 400 years, and he never noticed once.

His soulmate, who had been silence by who he thought was a hero, Focalors, and he never once paid any attention to those sad blue eyes...

Her words broke his soul. She gave up on him ever realizing the truth as she was much too scared to tell him anything.

Because she had never been important to him. Not. Once. This was only more apparent after the prophecy... and now Neuvillette sees the full extent of the abuse he blindly turned away from.

Furina!MC's old house was vandalized, cruel words painted the wood of her door, broken windows-

The steambird articles spreading more and more awful rumors about her-

And most of all, the call for her name to be erased from Fontaine's history. Demands for the destructions of the Hydro Archon statues were getting louder as he walked in the Palais-

And sees Furina!MC old room, the door hanging off it's hinges, had been ransacked while he was in Liyue. Everything Furina!MC left behind had been destroyed.

....Were these really the people he deemed innocent?

Neuvillette only sits on Furina!MC old bed, torn and burned sheets, and stares at his wrist.

Only a smudge greeted him.

No... no, no, no! It wasn't fair! If he knew earlier, if he had a second chance-

...And what if he did have a second chance?

It was so sudden. He blacked out so suddenly, only to wake up standing before a smug looking Furina!MC, who was asking him to come be her Ludex.

And he only stares at her.

He... he had a second chance?

Staring at the girl he once brushed off as arrogant and annoying his soulmate, now his eyes weren't blind to the so-called smug smile being so clearly forced, there was tears being fought down-

Pretty blue hetrocromia eyes silently begging for him to look at her, realize she was his-

And she had her arms behind her back. He could clearly see her rubbing her wrist where his true name still laid.

He had a second chance! He could fix everything!

It didn't matter if he lost his authority again, or if it will take another 400 years to retrieve it, all that matter was fixing his mistakes!

And his first correction? Him claiming Furina!MC as his soulmate.

He greeted her, gently reaching out to grab her hand before nudging her sleeve down enough to trace his name possessively, calling her HIS soulmate.

And she gives him a surprise look, that forced smile dropping... Before the most adorable, timid looking smile he's ever seen before spreads across her face her eyes full of relief and tears.

He won't lose her this time. He. Won't.

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Hi, here's another idea for a SDRGAU soulmate au where MC would be Neuvillette's soulmate. But this will involve heartbreak, trauma, and mistrust.

MC, a rising singer, began her career at 15. Three years later, the world was shocked by the news of her sudden death.

**BREAKING NEWS: SINGER MC WAS FOUND DEAD IN HER APARTMENT. REPORTS INDICATE IT WAS A MURDER.**

Two years after her death, MC suddenly reappears at an event organized by the archons of Teyvat and the humans, designed to promote coexistence between both worlds.

When it's her turn to sing, part of the audience is stunned: a woman who was supposed to be dead is standing before them. Their surprise turns to shock when she removes her wig and makeup, revealing her true identity.

(Clarification: MC's mother was murdered by her own husband and her own mother, which is why MC steadfastly refuses to call the people who conspired to make her mother's life miserable "grandmother.")

At that moment, MC publicly exposes those responsible for her mother's murder and the attempted murder, claiming that she had already revealed the truth on the internet. Only those present in the room were missing. However, before leaving the stage, she feels a chill run down her spine.

Looking up, she sees a man at the top of the stands staring at her. Something in his gaze unsettles her: the certainty that he could be her soulmate. Terrified, she leaves immediately, but not before giving him one last look filled with contempt.

(On Earth, rates of violence between soulmates were alarmingly high, and many relationships ended in abuse. Until the appearance of the world of Teyvat on Earth, MC had never had a mark, but when she discovered one on the back of her neck, she was horrified. Since then, she hides it with heavy, waterproof makeup.)

Let me say this... Holy shit this is amazing!

I'm gonna be honest though, I don't think I can even make a proper story out of this without ruining the idea cause you wrote it out so damn good!

But I can try to break it down!

Note before we start! MC doesn't know much or anything about Genshin at all. Because she was hiding over the years she was 'dead', she had bigger things to do, much less have time, to play video games.

Hm... Neuvillette... Well, he'd definitely be at that party because Furina requested him so. Since she's technically retired, being human and all, he's basically Fontaine's leader. So, he has to be at that meeting with all the other Archons.

Still doesn't stop him from squinting at the other nations Archon, the urge to judge them was strong since they were all in the same room-

But then the whole scene with MC happens, and he feels his neck burn. Furina's gasp alone made him understand what was happening. That earthling, the one the other earthlings claimed died 3 years eariler, the one with a voice that could rival sirens of myths, was his soulmate.

Neuvillette never once considered the possibility of him ever having a soulmate, since usually only humans could have soulmates, and he was a Sovereign, so-

Wait, why was she glaring at him? Shouldn't she be happy that he found her??

Note, unlike Earth, Soulmates in Teyvat are rare, and those that find their other half's are seen as blessed couples. Couples that are usually known to have long, loving relationships. The perfect love.

Seeing her run off, it triggers some dormant part of his mind, the feral dragon part that he usually keeps locked away so not to scare mortals, bristles, roaring for him to go retrieve his mate before some earthling scum gets the bright idea to go after her.

Considering what he just learned about MC's past, about her mother being murdered and such, he wouldn't pit it passed some earthlings that sided with the murderers to go after HIS mate, so, ignoring Furina!MC, he stalks after MC.

Long story short, Neuvillette returns shortly with a confused and very weary looking MC, who was being swallowed by the Hydro Sovereign's coat as he placed it on her shoulders when he finally caught her.

It was a possessive move, both to his human and dragon side. His human side was pleased seeing her in his clothing, while his dragon side was pleased his scent was now on her.

Now, all he had to do was gently coaxed his skittish, untrusting mate to come back to the Court of Fontaine with him where he could keep her safe...

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he was used to getting you flowers.

be it a bouquet of your favorite flower, a delicate blossom tucked into your hair with reverence, a pink camelia in your favorite vase whenever you got sick— or a forget me not awaiting you on your shared bedside table whenever you needed some time to yourself, as if to say, take your time. i love you and i'm not going anywhere.

he may or may not have ended up investing in flower language solely for you. it was another way of expressing his love for you in that quiet, tender way— yet no less devoted.

but never in a million years had he imagined that he'd be standing before you after returning home—his beloved wife—one day, presenting a single flower to him after a sweet greeting, the petals adorning his favorite shade, all while looking up at him with a playful smile but affectionate gaze—the soft light of the living room adding a gentle glow to your features.

for a moment he was… stunned. unmoving— struggling to find the right words.

“for… me?” he asked at last, voice quieter than he intended for it to be.

you clutched the flower to your chest, mock-hurt. “what, don't tell me you don't like it? that's a shame..”

he exhaled in what could've almost been a chuckle, the corners of his lips unmistakably twitching.

“...but why? you didn't have to.”

you shook your head in disapproval. “don't be silly, baby. guys deserve flowers every once in a while, too, y’know.” you grinned up at him, taking his hand in your own before placing the flower on his palm, gently closing his fingers around it with your own. “it's yours now.”

he stared at you for a moment before his gaze dropped down to your hand clasped around his, the flower resting in between.

perhaps he shouldn't have been this surprised over receiving a flower. it wasn't a concept he'd ever thought of applying to himself, and yet here you were, giving him a flower like it was the most natural and obvious thing to do.

“that thought never crossed my mind, but.. thank you, love.”

he took the hand you were holding his with and lifted it to his lips, pressing a featherlight kiss to your knuckles. you laughed softly, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek in return before ushering him inside for dinner, all while the flower stayed in his grasp. gentle and reverent.

it was light in weight, yet heavy in its meaning.

he'd placed the flower in a vase on top of his desk, serving as a constant reminder of you whenever he was working. he'd find himself spacing off while staring at it, his lips subconsciously curving into a soft smile when he recalled the ghost of your warmth lingering on his skin from the night you placed the flower in his palm. it continued—until he noticed that it was starting to wilt.

and he simply couldn't let that happen. not when you were the one who gave it to him.

so one night, when you'd already gone to bed, he found himself carefully pressing the petals to his journal— where your reminder would lie within, safely tucked away with care.

and you had no clue about it until one day, you saw a petal peeking out from his journal while he was writing down on it with those familiar, elegant strokes.

“wait… is that—”

his movements stilled.

he didn't say anything.

just cleared his throat, lowered his head just a bit more and continued writing all while the tips of his ears turned a delightful shade of red.

because what could he say?

yes, he did keep it. because anything from you was meant to be treasured.

♡ zayne, sylus, xavier, nanami kento, geto suguru, diluc, neuvillette, wriothesley, calcharo, jiyan, uchiha itachi, hyuga neji, ishida ryuken, kuchiki byakuya, jugram haschwalth, ishida uryuu, tomioka giyuu, tsugikuni yoriichi, lucifer, barbatos, your favorite.

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Genshin Impact Marked by the Sea

Summary: In which Neuvillette is your soft husband, a loving one with some dragon tendencies. 

or, here are snippets of a domestic dragon husband. 

Pairing: Neuvillette x GN! Reader! 

Note: Going through my drafts and yes, I had a Genshin phase

Warning: Lots of fluff >.< because we love our hydro dragon sovereign. 

★・・・・・・★

“You’re staring again,” you murmur sleepily.

Every morning, you wake up to long white messy hair on your face and sometimes, even purrs coming from your beloved husband. 

Neuvillette tightens his arms around your waist. 

“I’m simply…appreciating.”

“You’re very clingy for someone who acts like the world’s most composed man in public,” you tease, turning in his arms.

He presses his face into your neck. 

“You’re the only place I feel at peace.”

Your fingers comb gently through his hair.

A soft whine escapes him. 

“Stay with me a little longer.”

“Love, you have to go now.” You managed to sit up and let out a small yawn. You eyed the clock, and realized that it’s time to get ready for the day. 

“Must we get up?”

Neuvillette’s voice was muffled against your hip, arms still around your waist.

You laughed, gently tugging him upright. 

“You’re the Chief Justice. Pretty sure pajamas aren’t court-appropriate.”

You quickly pull him out of bed and help him wash his face and teeth. Help him clean up and look like the respectable Chief Justice everyone knows. 

He blinked at you, bleary-eyed, letting you button his shirt. 

“Now arms up.”

He obeyed, now a bit more awake, but his head thunk on your shoulder. 

“You’re too good to me.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you teased, guiding him to the kitchen.

He sat, still drowsy, while you went to make a quick breakfast. His eyes lit up the moment he saw the carefully packed lunch.

“You made soup again…” he murmured, picking up his spoon. 

“You know me too well.”

You peck his cheek.

“Someone has to make sure you eat something that isn’t stressful.”

Neuvillette caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 

“I don't know I would do without you.” You raised a brow. 

“Dramatic.”

“Truthful,” he said, giving you that soft look that made your chest ache. 

“I’d be lost without you.”

You poured him water, leaning in close. 

“Good thing I’m not going anywhere then.”

He hummed, content, and smiled softly.

“Thank you.”

The courtroom echoed with voices, petitions, disputes, and lies dressed as truths.

Neuvillette listened, silent and unreadable as always, yet the weight of it pressed heavily on him today.

Humans, no feelings are difficult to understand for Neuvillette. 

During a short break, he retreated to his office. He didn’t expect peace, but when he opened the simple wooden box you'd prepared for him that morning, the tightness in his chest eased.

Carefully arranged: poached fish, soup, soft rice, steamed greens. And nestled beside it, a folded note.

“Don't forget to eat. And breathe. I’ll be waiting for you at home.”

You’d drawn a little doodle of him, half-asleep with his hair floofed.

He stared at it for a long moment. Then, slowly, a smile touched his lips.

He took a bite of the fish. Light, clean. Just the way he liked it. His heart unclenched, if only a little.

You always knew what he needed before he did.

He tucked the note back into his coat pocket, among the many others.

Then he returned to the courtroom, still weary, but a little steadier.

You found him hunched over his desk, buried in paperwork. Rain tapped on the windows like it was echoing his mood.

Silently, you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

"...You always find me,” he murmured after a pause, voice tight. “Even when I don’t want to be found.”

“You don’t really mean that,” you whispered, resting your cheek against him.

When it got late, you knew Neuvillette was stuck at work, being the workaholic he is. 

He didn’t argue. Just exhaled shakily, fingers clutching a paper like it had wronged him personally.

“Why are they like this?” he asked. “Humans. So much… cruelty and lies.”

You held him tighter. You knew sometimes these cases could be too much to listen to, after all, people only go to court for frustration, guilt and confessions. 

“Because we’re messy. But we’re capable of kindness too. You don’t have to understand all of it. You just have to be you.”

“But I’m not human,” he said, looking up at you. “How can I judge them if I don’t understand them?”

For a moment, you hesitated because you remembered the time he told you about his true identity, but even then, you never cared for it because you truly loved this man dragon from the moon and back. 

“You don’t need to be them to care,” you said gently, brushing his hair back.

“You’re already doing more than most. That’s enough.”

A deep breath before he turns in his chair and buried his face into your chest. 

You didn’t speak. Just stroked his hair, kissed his temple, and held him. 

“…Thank you,” he whispered. Then he tipped you down and you let him. He kissed you, slow, tender, like you were sunlight and he hadn’t seen the sky in days.

When he finally pulled back, he glanced toward the window.

“…The rain stopped,” he said, almost in disbelief. You smiled, running a finger along his jaw. 

“Told you. You just needed to let someone hold you for a while.”

He smiled, really smiled, and leaned in for one more kiss.

“My heart listens to you more than it does me.”

Another day, another migraine as you would sometimes say. 

"Neuvi, you need a vacation."

He had meant to protest, he always did, but the look in your eyes had silenced him more effectively than any decree. It wasn’t disappointment or frustration. 

It was care. Concern. Love.

He sat at the edge of the bed, fingers absently tracing the letter you had slipped into his coat earlier. He unfolded it now, reading your familiar handwriting:

“You are allowed to rest, Love. You are allowed to be more than the Chief Justice. Let me take care of you.”

He closed his eyes.

For centuries, he had carried so much. 

Dignity. Duty. Distance. 

And yet you, gentle, persistent, loving you, had chipped away at his solitude like water to stone, reshaping him with kindness.

Perhaps...just this once...

He let out a slow breath. And then, deliberately, he stood, walking to the open balcony. 

The moon was dim tonight, and the streets were empty except the automatons guarding the city. With one smooth motion, he shifted, scales rippling over his skin, horns glinting, wings unfurling into the night air.

A dragon once more. It felt liberating despite only showing his half dragon form. 

And as he looked down at the palace below, a deep, low growl rose in his throat. He wanted to take you far away from this place. 

From politics. From judgment. From all the noise.

He wanted to keep you close. Closer than ever.

He took to the skies and took a deep breath.

Perhaps...a vacation has been long overdue. 

After months of court and chaos, Neuvillette finally, finally, listened to you.

You had never been so excited as you pulled out your notes and forgotten plans of just hanging out without work looming over your heads. Still, you wanted it to be relaxing for your dragon husband because you wanted this to be all about him! 

He deserves rest and you would make sure he gets spoiled! The first thing you did was just take him away from the palace and into the Fontaine wilderness, where it would just be you, him, and the sea.

What you didn’t expect was to see Neuvillette showing off in his half dragon form.

You watched as he shifted, wings unfurled, silver-blue scales gleaming in the sun, and you swore you saw him breathe for the first time in weeks. 

No courtroom. No robes. 

Just Neuvillette, in all his dragon majesty, curling his massive body around you in a protective sprawl. 

“You’re hovering,” you teased when he kept nuzzling you every time you moved an inch too far.

A low, rumbling growl vibrated through his chest. 

“You wandered out of sight for two minutes.”

“You sound like you were ready to drown someone.”

“I was.”

Each day, he softened. The weight on his shoulders lightened. 

You massaged the tension from his back, whispered reassurances into his neck, and watched him melt under your touch.

But as the days passed, something changed. His touches grew bolder. His gaze lingered longer.

At night, in human form again, he’d pull you close, hands trembling just slightly. 

“Tell me I’m allowed this,” he murmured once, voice rough and low as his fingers trailed your spine. 

“Tell me I can want you.”

“You’re allowed everything, Neuvi,” you whispered against his lips. “Especially me.”

He kissed you slowly, starting off with gentle kisses before turning desperate, with whispered promises.

By dawn, you lay tangled together beneath his draped wing. His breath is warm at your nape. His arm locked around your waist.

“You’re not letting go, are you?” you murmured, half-asleep.

A hum. 

“Never.”

You could say the same. 

The sky was streaked with pink when you tugged Neuvillette’s hand. 

“Beach walk,” you said. “Doctor’s orders.”

He let you lead him, fingers laced with yours, quiet as ever, but relaxed. Peaceful.

The sea air suited him. Personally, you liked that he was out of his “judge” outfit, and in a more shirt and pants. 

Then you spotted them.

“Otters!” you gasped, pointing excitedly at the group rolling around in the surf. One, in particular, caught your eye, blue-gray fur, an almost regal posture, and sharp eyes surveying the world.

You burst into laughter, as you quickly led Neuvillette to them. 

“Wait, look! That one looks just like you.” Neuvillette blinked. 

“You think I look like an otter?” You nodded as you looked back and forth. 

“Same dignified vibe. Same colours. Same mysterious energy. Very composed. Very you.”

He gave you the most bewildered expression. 

“I...see.”

You giggled and crouched near the water’s edge, where the otters now swarmed, squeaking little “kyu” noises as they playfully nuzzled you.

Neuvillette stayed behind, watching. Silent. Still.

One of the otters nestled into your lap, eyes closed in bliss. You cooed at it.

And he frowned.

“…They’re quite clingy,” he muttered, barely audible.

You looked up. 

“Are you… pouting?”

“I am not,” he said, a touch too quickly. 

“Merely observing. They seem rather… attached.”

You tilted your head, biting back a smile. 

“You are jealous.”

“I am not jealous of an otter,” he said stiffly, before stepping forward and sliding his hand into yours, gently pulling you up and into his side. 

You laughed, letting him pull you close. 

“Jealous much?”

“I prefer ‘protective.’” 

You smiled up at him. 

“Don’t worry. No amount of adorable otters could ever take your place.”

He exhaled slowly, brushing a hand through your hair, gaze softening. 

“Good.”

Still, you made him take photos with otters anyways. 

And now Neuvillette sees it all the time on your nightstand. 

While he judges it all the time, you know that Neuvillette could never be mad at otters forever.

One night, you lay on deck beside Neuvillette on a ship. The lakeside is quiet, with the moonlight catching in his eyes, stormy and somehow intense. 

What was he thinking about even on vacation?

His fingers traced your skin slowly, pausing at your neck.

“You always touch there,” you whispered.

He leaned in, brushing a kiss to the spot.

“It’s my favorite place,” he murmured. Then softer, with a hint of hesitation. 

“May I leave a mark?” Your breath hitched as he leaned over you, staring at you intently, making you feel like you were in the eyes of a dragon.

“A mark?” You asked, breathless. 

“A symbol. A promise.” His eyes didn’t waver. 

For a moment, you simply stared into his eyes, a little pensive. Neuvillette caught your hesitation but did not falter. 

“In dragonkind,” Neuvillette explained softly, “a mark is a symbol, but also a bond. One created from instinct, will, and power. When a dragon marks someone, it means they’ve chosen them as mates.”

“Mates?” You blinked, your heartbeat fluttering.

He nodded. “More than that. It’s a soul-deep tether. A dragon only marks once in their lifetime. Once we do… that bond cannot be undone. No matter time, distance, or circumstance, our hearts remain bound.”

Your lips parted slightly as you looked into his eyes, searching. 

“So…you can’t ever choose someone else?”

“No,” he murmured, “Even if you walked away, even if I never saw you again…I would remain yours. That is how dragons love. We don’t fall often. But when we do, it’s forever.”

You were silent for a moment, taking in the weight of his words. Then, with a soft smile, you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his.

“Forever sounds nice.” You leaned back, exposing your neck to him. 

“I trust you.”

You heard him suck in a breath before he swallowed.

“I love you.” You widen your eyes in surprise, he had never said it so explicitly before, which made it all the more special.  

He kissed your neck, warmer this time, and whispered something ancient, words that shimmered like falling rain. Then, he bit down, making you shiver and gasp, but he held you close, making sure you felt comfortable yet safe in his arms. 

A pulse of hydro energy flowed through you, cool and comforting. You felt it settle, and when he pulled back, a glowing symbol remained, blue and silver, delicate yet powerful.

“It’s done.” He looked so relieved, content and satisfied before kissing the mark again. 

You touched it, awed. 

“It’s beautiful…”

“So are you,” he said, reverent. 

“It binds us. Now and always.” You met his gaze. 

“I was already yours.”

“As I am to you,” he said, pulling you close. “But now the world will know too.”

He kissed you then, deep and slow, as if sealing the bond with his very breath.

From that night on, the mark stayed. And every time Neuvillette saw it, his eyes would soften, and he’d kiss it again, like a quiet vow, Mine.

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Neuvillette being a mood

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minors do not interact!

warning(s): sleep-addled brain wrote this, smut but not fully, implied vaginal penetration

honestly, the idea of being married in fiction is as hot as it is scary in real life :/

well, just saw some nsfw hand positions and one of them had rings that had me feel hot all around and i just had to write it. hope you like it!

every time he's reminded of the wedding band wrapped around your ring finger, something inside diluc swells.

be it when you're chopping up the vegetables while making a meal, poking his nose whenever you feel silly, cracking your knuckles after a long day, buttoning up his shirt sometimes before he leaves the winery or so many other times that are engraved into his mind.

it's a simple ring - overly so - and completely identical to his own; a smooth platinum band with a quote engraved on the inner side that kaeya thought captured your dynamic together.

despite the simplicity, the redhead thought nothing could measure up to the feeling of it against his palm when you slide your hand in his outstretched one.

hand kisses always have his lips pressed against your hand multiple times. if it's to the back of the hand; once on the knuckles and then they move down to the metal. if it's to the front; his mouth touches each of your finger, palm, and lingers much longer on the band.

it became a habit for him to play with the ring whenever he lays down with his head on your lap; fingers twisting the band around your finger like one would a bottle cap. but, each time it reaches up the joint connecting the middle and the proximal phalanx, it's instantly pushed back to it's proper place.

the cool metal grazing his cheeks while you kiss him has his eyes - and brain - instantly shutting down. his brain tries so hard to concentrate on both the feeling of your lips pressing so eagerly to his mouth and the ring sliding against his skin as your hand caresses his face, but it miserably fails. every single time.

there are also times when his hair gets tangled in your hoop. rare, but it still happens. when the said kisses become much more passionate, messy and desperate. your fingers grip his locks, trying to pull him close as his tongue slides into your mouth in an attempt to trace every single nook and corner. (it's always worth it though, you remove it so sweetly, kissing the spot a thousand times as - and even after - you do so. if he ends up pressing a hard kiss to your cheek because of how adorable your concentrated face looked, it's not his fault.)

the band strains against your skin with how tight your hands clutch the bedsheet as he slowly starts to push into you, stretching your walls to accommodate his girth. his eyes are always glued to the sight even as he fills you up.

as soon as he bottoms out, his fingers intertwine with yours, adjusting the position until his own ring clinks with yours.

the thrusts gets harder each time his pleasure addled mind re-registers the ring raking against his, mouth drinking the loud sounds that escape you because of it, blood rushing through his veins.

it's a reminder. that you chose him. out of everyone, it's him that you willingly gave your heart - your everything - to. regardless of the length of the time, long or short, it's him that you entrusted your love to (that he'll cherish for however long he's allowed to). that you're willing to keep his own (forever, because he knows for a fact there can't be anyone else).

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Can I geeeeeeet reader getting absolutely wasted and crying over a pic of them with their s/o (Kaeya, Aventurine, Kaveh, or Ratio), who then walk in on them like that. When asked what’s wrong, reader just sobs “I love him so much! He’s so beautiful!” (Cuz they don’t even recognize who they’re talking to cuz they’re so drunk)

Drunk on Love

Tags: Kaeya x Reader, Kaveh x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Drunken Confessions, Slight Angst, Established Relationship, Emotional Vulnerability, Soft Comfort, Light Teasing, Gentle Affection.

Warnings: Alcohol Use, Crying, Mild Language, Overwhelming Emotions, Characters Taking Care of a Drunk Reader, Excessive Sappiness.

The tavern air is thick with the scent of wine and the warmth of too many bodies pressed close together. Your head spins, the rim of your glass tilting precariously in your unsteady grip. You've had… how many drinks now? You lost count somewhere after the third.

But it doesn’t matter. Not when you’re clutching your most prized possession—a slightly crumpled photograph of you and Kaeya, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his usual smirk softened into something more genuine. The sight of him, even in a mere image, has your throat tightening with emotion.

“I love him so much,” you murmur to no one in particular, fingers stroking the picture like it’s some sacred relic.

A shadow falls over you, and a familiar voice—silken, teasing—cuts through the fog of your inebriation.

“Well, well. What do we have here?”

You blink sluggishly, barely registering the man now standing before you. He’s tall, elegant, with striking blue hair and an eye that twinkles with mischief even in the dim light. If you were even a fraction more sober, you’d recognize him in an instant.

But right now, all you see is a stranger.

He crouches down to meet your gaze, concern flickering behind his usual amusement. “Care to tell me why you’re drowning in wine and tears?”

You hiccup, pressing the photo against your chest as if to protect it. “I just—hic—I love him so much!” Your voice wavers, and fresh tears spill down your cheeks. “He’s so beautiful. He’s—he’s perfect.”

Kaeya blinks, and then, much to his own surprise, laughter bubbles from his lips. “Oh? He must be quite the catch, then.”

“He is!” you insist, completely missing the smirk tugging at his lips. “His stupid hair—so soft—his voice—ugh, it makes my heart melt!” You dramatically thump your fist against your chest for emphasis, eyes shining with a lovesick haze. “And his smile—his smile! I’d die for it.”

Kaeya exhales, shaking his head in amusement. He’s flattered—more than flattered—but he also can’t let this moment pass without a little mischief. “You must really adore this man.”

“I do!” You clutch the picture tighter, brows furrowing in determination. “If I saw him right now, I’d—I’d—”

He leans in, voice dropping into a velvety whisper. “You’d what?”

You squint at him, your drunken brain struggling to process the sudden proximity. And then, like a grand revelation, it finally clicks.

Your gasp is so dramatic it could belong in a stage play. “KA—”

Before you can finish, Kaeya’s hand is already over your mouth, his laughter barely contained. “Shhh, love. No need to wake the entire city.”

Your eyes widen, then water all over again. “K-Kaeya!” you wail against his palm. “You’re here!”

He sighs, shaking his head before pulling you into his arms. “Yes, yes, I’m here. Now let’s get you home before you profess your love to the entire Knights of Favonius.”

You sniffle into his shoulder, still clutching the picture. “You’re so beautiful.”

Kaeya chuckles, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

The world around you is a blur—spinning, tilting, swaying with every sluggish blink of your eyes. The dimly lit lounge, the luxurious drapes, the faint hum of music—it all fades into the background as you stare at the picture in your hands.

Aventurine’s signature smirk stares back at you from the glossy surface, his arm draped lazily around your shoulder. The way he looked at you in that moment, the amusement laced with something softer, something real—it has you sniffling pathetically into your drink.

“I love him,” you slur, swiping at your eyes with the sleeve of your ridiculously expensive coat—one that he bought for you, because “no partner of mine should be seen in anything less than luxury.” “He’s so beautiful.”

A low chuckle, rich and teasing, cuts through your daze. “Well, darling, I can’t say I’ve ever heard a more glowing review.”

You lift your head, vision swimming. A figure leans against the bar beside you, decked out in the finest attire—dark green, gold accents, gambling motifs woven into every detail. A hat tilted just enough to cast a shadow over his sharp, enchanting eyes.

Your breath catches. “You look like him.”

Aventurine’s smirk widens. “Oh? And who, pray tell, am I impersonating?”

You clutch the photo dramatically, thrusting it towards him. “This man,” you declare, nearly toppling off your seat. “He’s perfect.”

Aventurine’s laughter is genuine now, the kind that shakes his shoulders. “Now that’s a compliment worth savoring.”

You grab his wrist, peering up at him with wide, watery eyes. “I’d bet my soul on him.”

He pauses at that, his playful demeanor faltering just slightly. Then, with a smirk softer than before, he leans in, brushing a thumb over your damp cheek. “Careful, sweetheart. I might just take you up on that wager.”

Sumeru’s night air is warm, but the alcohol burning in your veins is warmer. You’re slumped over a table in the tavern, a picture of you and Kaveh clutched in your trembling fingers. His golden hair, his crimson eyes—his smile.

Tears slip down your cheeks as you trace the outline of his face. “I love him so much,” you whisper, barely coherent. “He’s so… so beautiful.”

A chair scrapes beside you, but you’re too lost in your misery to notice. A familiar voice, gentle yet exasperated, reaches you.

“[Name]…?”

You sniff, barely glancing up. “Go away.”

Kaveh sighs, but there’s fondness in his voice. “Now why would I do that when my beloved is busy drunkenly serenading my photograph?”

Your lips wobble. “Kaveh?”

“Yes, my dear?”

You blink at him, then hold up the picture. “You look just like him.”

Kaveh stares at you. Then, with a soft chuckle, he cups your face, brushing away your tears. “That’s because it’s me, love.”

Your heart swells, and with a dramatic sob, you throw yourself into his arms. “You’re so beautiful.”

Kaveh lets out a breathless laugh, catching you effortlessly. “I know, love. I know.”

Ratio wasn’t expecting to find you in this state—slumped over your desk, eyes glossy with unshed tears, a picture gripped in your trembling hands.

“Love?”

You lift your head, eyes unfocused. “Ratio…?”

He folds his arms, raising an amused brow. “Care to explain why you’re weeping over my image like a tragic protagonist?”

Your lower lip trembles. “You’re just… so beautiful.”

Ratio stares at you, then lets out an exasperated sigh. “You’re absolutely ridiculous.”

And yet, as he wipes your tears away, a small smile tugs at his lips.

[cloudsenpaii]

Strange - Neuvillette

Author Notes: Happy MerMay Genshin Impact! I cheated a little and used Neuvillette this year. (Honestly using Dottore was a bit tiring last year so I decided to play nice with myself and not go with someone quite so challenging). This fic didn't really have any specific inspiration beyond being a MerMay fic. As per usual, reader is gender neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender Neutral reader/ MerMay/ Mermaid AU/ Merman Neuvillette/ fluff/ romance implied/ sfw

Word count: 1097

Neuvillette was widely accepted as an oddity. This was something that had been the case ever since he’d first shown up at my home. Washed up on the beach, supposedly from a shipwreck.

It had been alarming when I’d found the beautiful young man who went solely by his surname and had always struck me as not entirely normal. And he’d immediately become the talk of the town. And even today, it was that way. Everyone had some sort of story about the mysterious Monsieur Neuvillette.

Rumors continued to fly around about how he was an escaped noble, because apparently only that could explain the easy grace he carried himself with, or that he was a tragically amnesiac sailor, since that would supposedly explain why he seemed to speak of his home.

No matter the rumor though, it was a simple truth that Neuvillette, despite his strangeness, was well-respected.

Deemed both reliable and sophisticated, everyone trusted the strange man who’d washed up on the beach and whom I’d shared my home with until he’d gotten himself settled in town.

I wasn’t quite sure that Neuvillette would continue to be regarded as quite so reputable if the townspeople could see what I was currently staring at in silent shock.

To be fair, I did have to admit that judging a person solely based on the presence of a tail did seem wrong. Especially when Neuvillette had always proven himself to be unfailingly courteous. But there was the town’s seemingly infinite number of folktales about merfolk to contend with.

Simply put, most did not look kindly on the people of the sea. And, with all the stories about merfolk drowning the innocently curious or raising storms over petty grievances, I could hardly blame anyone for their less-than-kind view of merpeople..

At odds with all the horror stories, Neuvillette gazed at me with that calm expression of his that seemed to be almost constantly present as his less-familiar tail curled idly under him and his webbed hands rested calmly on the rock that the tide gently parted around.

In no way did he look like a monster, and in no way did I really fear that he would hurt me, even despite the horror stories of his kind and the shock that he, himself, was in fact a merman.

Neuvillette was a great many things, but cruel or evil was not any of them.

He was strange, quiet, gentle, kind, and surprisingly patient with the incessant rumors that circulated about him, but never cruel or evil.

If the merfolk in all of the stories mirrored the ocean at its worst, with violently destructive waves that hurled ships against sharp, unforgiving rocks then, Neuvillette was the sea at its most gentle, as it quietly flowed along the shoreline in the most perfectly inviting fashion.

I sighed slightly before walking forward, wading through the cool water that lapped at my legs until I reached the large rock he sat on, looking exactly like something out of a storybook that warned its readers about how the beauty of merpeople hid their darker, more malevolent intentions.

But despite such warnings, I sat down next to him with little to no concern. Glancing at him quietly and noting how his strange, slit-pupiled eyes no longer seemed quite so odd now that I knew he was a merman.

“Aren’t you afraid that I’ll tell someone?” Instead of reacting in surprise or panicking to the revelation that he was one of the finned creatures I’d been warned about since my childhood, my voice was utterly calm as I watched the man next to me.

And as if he were mirroring my lack of reaction, he was seemingly unperturbed despite the risk my seeing him could easily cause him.

If I were to decide to tell others, it would no doubt devolve into a witch hunt for the once-respected Neuvillette, and those who praised him would quite likely be loudly filling the air with chatter about how they’d always known he was horrible.

But despite all that risk, he simply shook his head. The motion causing the droplets of water that had been clinging to his long, pale hair to fling out around him, “I do not think you would endanger someone that you once saved.”

I felt my eyebrows lift at his words before I shook my head with a fond smile, “I hardly saved you, you could have easily crawled back into the safety of the sea if I hadn’t found you. And no one would just leave some poor person washed up on the beach to die. I just happened to be the one who found you.”

He let out a slight hum, his gaze continuing to rest on me in the same steady way that it always had, “But few from your home would choose to sit next to a merperson.”

I shifted, twisting so that I could better meet his gaze as I met his question with one of my own, “Would many from yours choose to come on land?”

A smile flickered across his face, gentle and amused, before he shook his head once more, “No. Few would.”

I hummed, laughing slightly as I nodded. Wholly unsurprised by his answer.

I didn’t know much about merpeople beyond the folktales, but I wouldn’t be surprised at all to learn that they were just as wary of people on land as we were of them.

I felt myself smile as I met his gaze once more, “I guess that means we’re both strange then.”

And it was true. He was Neuvillette, the man who’d washed up on a beach, remained an enigma to everyone in my town, and hid the secret of being a merman. And I was the person who’d found this strange man, brought him home despite the risk of who he may or may not be, and now I was also the person who would be keeping the secret of his true nature from my entire village.

A smile crossed his face again, this time staying there as his eyes closed in an amused manner as he nodded. Silently accepting the strange position we both shared and even seeming to welcome it as he responded in that easy tone I was so used to, “Perhaps so.”

And, as I sat next to him on the sea-beaten rock, I supposed it was fitting that it was me, the person who’d taken in a mysterious man whom everyone had regretted as strange yet respectable, who sat next to the strange yet respectable merman.

[cloudsenpaii]

── ★ ˙ ̟ 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ˖ ࣪ ꉂ🗯˙ .ᐟ

╭ ★ # 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 : LIYUE MEN x FEM READER

┆ # 𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺 : WHEN YOU SMACK THEIR ASS !

┆ # 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 : childe, zhongli, xiao 𖹭

╰ ★ # 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬 : english is not my first language. hope you enjoy!

— CHILDE ⋆

You didn't mean to become a menace. Really. You were just born this way. Some people had restraint. Some people didn't catcall trained killers. But you?

You were built different.

So when Childe walked past you fresh out the shower, towel slung low on his hips, humming some stupid song as steam clung to his stupidly defined back muscles—

SMACK.

You landed that palm on his ass like a damn animal.

"Daaaamn, soldier! That vision came with a dump truck license or what?"

He froze.

Literally. Time itself? May have frozen.

You watched the realization settle into his bones like "Oh my god. She touched the booty."

He turned around slowly, eyes wide, cheeks pink — not from embarrassment. Oh no. From EXCITEMENT.

“You tryna start a war, babe?” he grinned like a wolf sniffing blood. “Because that was an act of aggression.”

“Guilty as charged.”

He dropped the towel. You did not mean to look down. But you did. Out of instinct.

“Your move,” he said. And suddenly you realized: It wasn't over

You couldn't walk for a week.

— ZHONGLI ⋆

Zhongli was bent over his desk, organizing scrolls and muttering about contracts. You were trying so hard to be normal. Really. But the man wore those tight high-waisted pants.

And when he bent slightly to grab something—

You blacked out.

SMACK.

“Damn, daddy, who gave you all that ass?!”

Time stopped.

Zhongli slowly turned, face unreadable, expression blank.

But his ears?

Bright red.

“...Pardon?” he said, voice smooth as ever, as if you hadn’t just sexually harassed him.

You cleared your throat. “I said, uh… Geo be thick tho?”

He blinked. Then, to your horror — he smiled.

The type of smile that said: You have messed up. You have no idea how much.

“Contracts must be upheld,” he murmured, stepping closer. “You have initiated a binding agreement. I believe the clause was... ‘smacketh thy posterior.’”

“Zhongli, please.”

“I shall honor it. As should you. Every day. At sunset. In accordance with tradition.”

“Zhongli, that’s NOT a real—”

“It is now.”

You created a monster.

A hot, golden-eyed monster.

And you had only yourself to blame.

— XIAO ⋆

It was peaceful. Serene. The birds were chirping. Xiao, gorgeous as always, had just finished cleansing some evil or whatever. His back was turned. His arms crossed.

You stared.

His pants?

Tight.

Like insultingly tight.

It was your dream.

So obviously—

SMACK.

“THAT'S WHAT I CALL A DIVINE BLESSING, WHEW—!”

It happened so fast.

One moment you were alive, full of energy, the next—

You were pinned against the railing, Xiao’s glowing eyes burning into your soul.

His face was red. Not pink. Not flushed.

Red. Like he wanted to bury himself in shame and/or your neck.

“You… touched me. There. Why would you—do that?” he hissed, voice cracking.

You blinked. “Because it was right there. And it was thick.”

His eyes twitched. His grip on your arms tightened like he was trying not to commit murder. “Mortal urges are… incomprehensible.”

And yet, he didn’t let go.

“...You may do it again. But only if you announce yourself first. And swear it is out of… reverence.”

You saluted. “Respectfully, your honor, I will smacketh thy celestial cheeks.”

He vanished.

You giggled.

From the rooftops, he whispered: “I HEARD THAT.”

— © pun--pun. don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[cloudsenpaii]

Could I request Neuvillette with a female partner who's a phoenix, pretty please?

She's a mysterious yet sweet beauty who manages to attract people with her allure and singing. Unfortunately, this means she gets a lot of admirers who forget (or ignore) that she's taken.

I just really want to see Neuvi get super protective when he sees her getting hit on.

Neuvillette x Phoenix! Reader

ooo my first genshin request! i hope this is what you wanted and you like it <3

The soft hum of your voice fills the courtroom halls, your song gentle and serene as it echoes against the polished stone walls of Fontaine's Palace of Justice. It’s the same song you often sing when you’re alone or with Neuvillette—your way of soothing yourself and perhaps, unintentionally, others as well. Fontaine’s citizens, so caught up in the spectacle of trials and legal proceedings, often find themselves stopping in their tracks just to listen to you sing. And while Neuvillette loves your voice, loves the way your presence seems to calm him in ways no one else can, it’s not without consequence.

Today, however, there’s something unsettling in the air. Neuvillette, seated at his desk, has long since put down his pen. His eyes are narrowed, focused on the group gathered just outside his chambers. They aren’t here for him, not today, at least. They’re here for you.

He’s noticed it before—the way people are drawn to you, your beauty and your voice casting a spell over them. The way you seem to unknowingly attract admirers, and how they often forget, or worse, ignore, that you are very much taken.

And now, here they are, hanging around the entrance like a cluster of buzzing bees, stealing glances at you as you sit at the fountain near the garden courtyard, singing softly to yourself. He can hear them murmuring, see them leaning a little too close, their eyes lingering a little too long.

Neuvillette feels a surge of something hot and possessive in his chest, something protective and territorial. He isn't prone to emotion—he’s the Chief Justice of Fontaine, after all, calm and unflappable. But when it comes to you? It’s different. You, his phoenix, his brilliant, mysterious lover with the voice of an angel and the allure of a goddess. He’s always had the sense that you’re something more than human, something ancient and powerful, yet still so sweet and kind.

He stands, his gaze hardening.

Without a word, he strides toward the courtyard, his steps silent yet purposeful. The admirers don’t even notice him at first, so caught up in their infatuation with you that they don’t see the storm approaching. But when Neuvillette steps into their line of sight, they freeze, their eyes widening in realization.

"Ah, my love," you greet him sweetly, completely oblivious to the tension in the air. You look up at him with a smile, your eyes glowing with warmth, and Neuvillette’s heart softens for a brief moment before his attention snaps back to the onlookers.

His cold, piercing gaze sweeps over them, and they immediately shrink under the weight of his presence. The quiet authority he carries is suffocating, an unspoken warning in every step as he moves to stand by your side.

"Is there something you need?" His voice is calm but layered with a dangerous undertone, one that sends shivers down the spines of the crowd. His normally tranquil eyes are now sharp, like ice, as they narrow at the gathering admirers.

One of them stammers, "We were just, uh, enjoying the music…"

"Enjoyment," Neuvillette begins, "does not excuse lingering where you do not belong."

The message is clear. You are his, and any further advances or lingering admiration would not be tolerated. The admirers scatter, making excuses and quickly leaving the courtyard, their faces pale and their hearts racing. They wouldn’t dare cross Neuvillette, not after the silent threat in his eyes.

You blink, slightly confused, but you aren’t upset. In fact, a soft smile curls at your lips as you reach out, brushing a hand across his arm to soothe the tension you feel radiating from him.

"Protective, aren’t we?" you tease, your voice gentle and teasing as your fingers intertwine with his. You always know how to calm him, how to pull him back from the storm raging inside.

Neuvillette’s gaze softens as he turns to you, his posture relaxing just a fraction. "I simply dislike… unnecessary distractions," he says smoothly, though you can see the faintest hint of something more in his eyes.

You chuckle softly, rising to your feet and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "You know I only have eyes for you."

He exhales, tension melting from his shoulders at your touch. His arm wraps protectively around your waist, pulling you just a little closer as if to remind himself—and everyone else—that you are his and his alone.

"I am aware," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing now that the threat has passed. But there’s still a possessive glint in his eye as he looks down at you, his fingers gently trailing over your arm. "But I’ll make sure they understand that as well."

You laugh softly, resting your head on his shoulder as you both begin to walk away from the courtyard, leaving the garden behind. "You don’t need to worry about them," you whisper, your voice filled with warmth. "You’re the only one I want."

Neuvillette’s heart swells at your words, and while he knows he shouldn’t be so affected by something as simple as admiration from others, he can’t help but feel the need to keep you close. He’s a man of logic, of reason, but when it comes to you, his emotions often cloud his judgment.

But perhaps that’s the nature of love. Even for a man like him, it’s something uncontrollable, something that makes him feel vulnerable in ways he never expected. And though he tries to remain composed, the truth is that you’ve shaken him to his core.

"I trust you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But it’s my duty to protect what is mine."

And with that, the two of you walk together, your steps in sync, his arm still wrapped securely around your waist as you make your way back to the halls of the Palace. You, his phoenix, radiant and untouchable to anyone else but him.

Masterlist

[cloudsenpaii]

Neuvillette x Modern-Slang-Speaking!Reader / Part Two

Sequel to Slaying in Court

Genshin Masterlist

I | You don’t know who told Neuvillette it was a good idea to speak your language. Maybe it was Navia. Maybe Clorinde dared him. Maybe he just wanted to impress you.

Either way, when he walked up to you one sunny morning by the Fountain of Lucine and deadpanned, “I am giving… slay?”

You dropped your drink, “…What,” you said, blinking.

He stood tall, voice regal. “I am… mothering?”

“You’re what?”

He tried again. “You once called yourself ‘Mother.’ I assumed this was a title of… high esteem.”

You blinked. “It is. But you can’t just… Mother unprovoked, Neuvillette.”

He nodded solemnly. “Ah. It must be earned.”

II | It got worse.

The next time you passed Neuvillette in the Opera Epiclese halls, he looked you dead in the eye and said: “You are… lowkey eating. No crumbs.”

You tripped over air.

“Pardon?”

“I read that it is a compliment,” he said, perfectly calm, like he didn’t just throw out TikTok tier flattery with that heavenly deep voice of his.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled.

“I am correct, no?”

“…Technically,” you muttered, heart racing. “But I’m confiscating your Urban Dictionary.”

III | At one point, he tried to flirt.

Keyword: tried.

“You are,” he said, very seriously, “the baddest.”

“…Of them all?” you prompted, teasing.

“Yes. The most… ungovernable.”

You wheezed. “Ungovernable?”

He hesitated. “I believed it aligned with ‘feral girl energy.’”

IV | Then came the moment he attempted to combine every phrase he’d learned, "You are mother. Gaslight. Slay. Period.”

You stared at him.

He looked so proud.

“…Baby,” you said slowly, gently, “You just named four random things. That's like saying ‘apple, traffic cone, archon, electricity.’”

He blinked. “Did I not… slay?”

You cracked up. “Oh, you slayed. Just not the way you think.”

V | Still, there was something dangerously cute about watching the Chief Justice of Fontaine trying to use words like “rizz,” “based,” and “delulu” in complete seriousness - especially when his delivery was so elegant, like he was delivering divine judgment instead of a meme.

VI | he first time he actually got it right - you were teasing him again, all up in his space, smirking. He just leaned down and whispered, soft as rain, “You want me so bad. It's literally embarrassing.”

You froze. Mouth dropped.

“…Who taught you that!?”

He smiled. Smugly.

“I am delulu,” he said. “For you.”

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[cloudsenpaii]

ꨄ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒

how does he react to you running to him for a hug?

cast: Diluc, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Wriothesley, Ifa

warnings: SFW/FLUFF, fem reader, reader gets lifted/spun around, cacucu gives reader a ride hehe, short and sweet ♡

MINORS DNI I AM AN 18+ BLOG!

When your legs carry you quickly to the arms of your beloved Diluc, you’re already running with your heart pounding and a smile on your face. The redhead is locking up the Tavern, usually more than aware of his surroundings, but he’s glancing at the keys jingling in his hand - then his ears finally perk up to the sound of feet rapidly hitting the cobblestone. He jerks his head towards the commotion, fingers flexing like he’s mere seconds from drawing his claymore for battle. Only it’s you, nearly flying to him as you open your arms and yell “Diluc!” with a breathless laugh.

He barely has time to spread his own arms, but Diluc would never let you fall or even collide with his broad body in such a way that could possibly injure you, so instead he swiftly catches you at the waist with surprising grace as he chuckles your name in return, a gasp leaving your lips when his grip on your body turns into a romantic spin in the air. Your heart and body feel elated with affection as Diluc’s strong arms set you back upon the ground, but they curl around your waist to keep you pressed to his chest while you both catch your breaths.

“Now what was that about, darling?” Diluc muses, a good natured pinch to your cheek as his other hand flattens against the small of your back to keep you steady because your heart is still racing fiercely - only not from running to him, but from the way your lover looks at you. His eyes simmer like molten ruby, always leaving you a little shy from the honesty of his love for you that lies within them. He blushes when your smile widens and you curl into his embrace.

“Just….wanted to surprise you, ‘luc.” you giggle, bouncing up on your toes to kiss him. Diluc hums, thanking you with a kiss returned, and another dotted to your nose - your sweeter and more playful quirks keeping him on his toes but always making his heart pound with ardent affection for you.

You spy Alhaitham walking along the road in Sumeru City, and unsurprisingly he has his attention on a book in his hands. You chew your lip, weighing your options for a few seconds - on one hand if you run to him and leap into his arms for a hug he may startle and drop his beloved book, and might be a bit cross with you. On the other - the moment will pass soon enough and he’ll spot you, leaving your opportunity dashed. The wind suddenly ruffles his hair, and you spy your lovers lips quirk in the slightest as he reads his book, causing your heart to soar with affection just as quickly as your legs suddenly start to move when you begin to run towards the grey haired scribe. If he scolds you, you know it’ll be lighthearted and your kisses will make up for it.

But Alhaithams sharp gaze suddenly looks up and sees you - as aware as ever, and his facial expression surprisingly brings you to a near halt just as you’re about to collide with him. Your feet scramble as your chest bumps against his with a soft “oof!” before you dissolve into laughter at the way Alhaithams smile reaches his aquamarine eyes and soft, huffed laughter leaves his nostrils. His book is then tucked under his arm as his large hands move to hold you by the shoulders, and he tilts his head as he looks at you, like he’s inspecting you.

“You don’t seem to be in any danger, so why run to me? You could’ve have hurt yourself if you had tripped.” He muses with an eyebrow slightly raised.

“I was just coming to hug you, Haitham.” your voice sounds like a honeyed promise, and the idea of you in his arms for such a big display makes his face warm with a certain awkward shyness, thankful the blush on the tips of his ears is concealed by his headphones. He sighs as he pulls you against him closely, the warmth of his tight embrace and his lips on the crown of your head like a secret reserved only for you.

He mumbles against your hair as a large palm rubs up and down your spine, his heart pounding like yours not from running but from the way you always leave him feeling wanted, “then allow me to hold you properly, hm?”

You hadn’t heard from Kaveh all day, and you were feeling a bit worried about him - he had a few projects he was working on and was prone to overworking himself so you were on your way to visit him with a basket full of goodies to hopefully encourage him to rest, and lift his spirits. What you didn’t anticipate, was to see him leaving the Lambards tavern with an unopened bottle of wine and a smile on his face. He looked elated, and had a spring in his step.

You giddily waved to him, shouting a loud “Kaveh!” across the distance where he was and he instantly met your gaze, brightly smiling in mutual surprise and began to jog towards you. In your excitement your feet carried you to him swiftly as well, your basket of treats bouncing in your arms and you hoped nothing would accidentally spill out. Kaveh then opened his arms and with a loud laugh he caught your form against his, squeezing you tightly in his hold. He let out a long sigh of relief against your temple, and when your own arms curled around his lithe waist to hug him back you hummed at the spicy scent of his cologne until he pulled away just enough to smile triumphantly at you.

“I just made an amazing client. This could really turn things around for me…for us. I was actually just coming to find you to celebrate!” Kaveh beams, holding up the bottle of wine. You cup his face and bring his lips to yours for a kiss, and like a true romantic the blonde deepened it for a moment, making your legs wobble a bit. Both of your hearts were beating in a frenzied sync from running into each others arms and now being wrapped up in his arms, full of excitement and even of hope.

You had already planned to meet with him, a date with Wriothesley on the surface had you particularly excited - the cafe and then shopping, an intimate picnic to end the day. You briskly walked to your meeting point, eager to spend time with your love. You turn the corner and there in front of cafe Lutece stands your tall, broad, and handsome man who holds a few rainbow roses wrapped in paper in his grasp. Your chest fills with elation, smile going from sweet to giddy as you get closer. It’s then Wriothesley notices you and quickly angles his body towards you, his grin dissolving into a peal of laughter as he opens his arms for you to come nearer.

You giggle in anticipation when your heart tells you to run - your feet suddenly picking up on the brick beneath you as you cross the distance to the awaiting arms of the Duke. You then crash into him with arms around his neck, the delicate bouquet of flowers dropped to the ground and a squeal of delight leaving your throat when his hands catch you under your thighs and he hoists you into the air, your legs naturally going around his waist as his lips collide with yours for a searing kiss. His grip under your thighs jostles you a bit and you end up laughing against his mouth, swatting his shoulder when his palm nearly moves itself to the globe of your ass. But instead his icy blue eyes soften and he nuzzles his nose playfully against your own - daring not to put you down just yet.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, you know that?” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. You hum happily, kissing him square on the lips a second time before he gently lowers you to the ground, your knees wobbling a bit as you both chuckle at the way you have to steady yourself against him. Wriothesley scoops up the flowers from the ground and hands them to you - they’re unharmed luckily and you press them to your nose to inhale the sweet scent, smiling widely at the man before you who presses a loving kiss to your forehead.

He can’t help but pull you to him again for another quick embrace, perhaps to hide the small dusting of pink on his cheekbones when he thinks about how perfect you always feel in his arms.

The Natlan heat left you fanning yourself almost desperately, sipping the cool water in your canteen before sighing at the sweltering sun beaming down onto your skin. Cacucu squawked in annoyance, wanting to cool off as well as you and he both waited on Ifa to return for a trip to the seaside for some well needed swimming. You laughed when the round, pink saurian suddenly made a sound of excitement as he peered across the land, shouting “Ifa!” over and over as the veterinarian got closer to where you waited for him. You stood to your feet in anticipation yourself, your arm going up to wave in greeting to your lover - but as you did so, Cacucu’s talons suddenly wrapped themselves around your wrist and lifted you into the air as he flew towards Ifa.

You shriek with slight fear and surprise - knowing your friend wouldn’t drop you but you’re still a ways off the ground while Ifa runs to you as if he plans to catch you if you fall. Cacucu continues to squawk “bro!” until he’s close enough to Ifa to lower you down, and as you drop to the ground your feet catch up quickly lest you fall - your legs move into a short and clumsy sprint to close to distance.

Ifa grunts and catches you at the waist before you can stumble like a newborn fawn, both of your now intertwined bodies spinning in a slight circle then slowing to a stop.

You’re both panting and laughing lightly, Ifa pressing your slightly trembling form to his sturdy one and kisses your cheek. Cacucu promptly lands on his head, urging the man to hurry up and take him swimming. Ifa shakes his head and promises it’s almost time to go, but not before he cups your face and grins at you charmingly from beneath the brim of his hat.

“You know, you could have just waited for me.” he quips playfully, winking at the way you roll your eyes and kiss him before he can say anything else about your impromptu flight. Ifa grins against your lips and won’t say in front of his saurian companion about how you being with him like this, is as thrilling as gliding through the sky - of not more.

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Zhongli x Clumsy!Reader | Part Three

Finding out he is an archon.

Genshin Masterlist

I | You always thought Zhongli was a little too elegant for a human. His knowledge of history? Impeccable. His way of speaking? Like a poem wrapped in velvet. But you just thought he was... eccentric. Until you overheard someone casually refer to him as the Geo Archon.

II | At first, you think it’s a joke. A metaphor, maybe. “Ah yes, Zhongli, so wise, he might as well be the Archon himself!” But the silence that follows is too heavy. And the way your tea nearly spills when your hands start trembling confirms it: they’re not joking.

III | You spiral quietly. You excuse yourself from the room, trip on the doorway, and make it halfway down the hallway before realizing your hands are shaking and you can’t remember how to breathe.

IV | He’s an Archon. An actual Archon.

Which means you’ve spilled tea on an Archon. Walked face-first into his chest—multiple times. Giggled nervously in front of him while snorting. Called his coat “swooshy.”

V | You try to act normal around The Archon the next time you see him. Unfortunately, “normal” looks like you staring at him without blinking and nearly walking into a lamp post.

VI | The Archon notices immediately. Of course he does. You’ve never acted this jumpy before, and you drop your cup twice in the span of five minutes. The second time, he gently takes it from your hands and says, “My dear, have I done something to unnerve you?”

VII | You blurt it out. The words tumble like tripping over your own feet: “You’reanArchonI’mjustaclumsyidiotIcalledyourhair‘fluffy’infrontofawholecrowdI’msosorry.”

VIII | Zhongli… chuckles. It’s a warm, low sound, and somehow that’s worse because it makes your cheeks burn. He calmly sets the cup down and replies, “That you’ve learned of my identity does not change who I am. I am still the man who enjoys walking you home and hearing your thoughts, however rambling they may be.”

IX | You try to apologize. Again. Profusely. For being awkward. For not realizing. For asking if Zhongli wanted a “rock-shaped cookie” that one time.

X | Zhongli insists on explaining it all, slowly and patiently—how he chose to live as Zhongli, the man, not as Morax the Archon. He watches you closely while he speaks, as if gauging whether you’ll bolt at any moment.

XI | You ask a million questions. Clumsily. One of them is, “Does this mean you’re like… really old?” The silence afterward is deafening, until Zhongli hums thoughtfully and says, “Would you think less of me if I were?”

You shake your head hard, flustered again. “No! No, you’re just… wow. And you’ve been patient with me all this time.”

He replies, “I was not being patient. I was learning you.”

XII | You feel incredibly self-conscious for a while after that. Every move, every awkward stumble feels magnified in front of someone so ancient and composed. But Zhongli always catches your gaze, as if to say: You’re still my favorite part of the day.

XIII | Eventually, you stop worrying about what Zhongli is and start seeing him again for who he is—the man who holds open doors, listens to your rambling about birds, and remembers your favorite pastries. The title Archon becomes a background hum to the affection you’ve built.

Still, once in a while, when you trip over nothing or spill something on yourself, you mutter, “Archon above…”

Zhongli always smiles softly and replies, “Indeed.”

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one bed, fall in love ; tartaglia

oneshot & fluff ↪ in which a storm, a full inn, and one very cursed bed situation lead to unplanned closeness and an accidental confession that leaves both tartaglia and y/n wondering if the cold outside is easier to handle than the heat under the covers. ↷ tartaglia (childe) ; genshin impact

↳ an order of iced matcha latte + hot chocolate from anonymous in the comeback cafe event ! (author's note: too fluff, you might die...)

IT ALL STARTED with the storm.

Not the metaphorical kind—though Y/n would later argue it became one—but a very real, very violent Liyue thunderstorm that tore through the sky just as they arrived at Qingce Village after a week-long commission. Their clothes were soaked, boots sloshing with water, and their skin chilled to the bone.

The village innkeeper, an old woman with too many cats and too few rooms, greeted them with a sympathetic look and a teapot.

“Only got one room left, dears,” she said, eyeing the state of their drenched clothes. “But there’s a bed. Big one. Cozy.”

Childe blinked, “Only one bed?”

“Very cozy,” the old woman repeated, with a smile that made Y/n suspicious.

-

THE ROOM WAS nice.

Warm. Scented with cedarwood and rain. The bed—singular—took up most of the space. And there was absolutely no couch. Just one wooden chair with a wobbly leg and a fur rug that looked like it might house fleas.

Childe stared at the bed like it was a battlefield.

Y/n crossed her arms, “Well?”

He raised his hands innocently, “You take the bed. I’ll take the floor. Easy.”

She squinted, “You’ll freeze on the floor.”

“I’ve slept in snowbanks. I’ll live.”

“Not the point.”

“Then what is the point?”

She hesitated, and he raised a brow.

“...You don’t want to share with me?”

That shut her up.

He grinned—cocky, annoyingly handsome, and all-too-knowing.

“Thought so.”

-

THE COMPROMISE WAS ridiculous: both of them on the bed, facing opposite directions, blanket line drawn in the middle like a sacred barrier neither could cross.

And it worked.

For three minutes.

Then he sneezed.

Then she shifted.

Then the blanket tug-of-war began.

“You’re hogging the quilt.”

“You’re the one wrapped in it like a burrito!”

“You could’ve asked!”

“You’re on my side!”

By the time the lightning outside cracked like a god’s whip, they were both facing the ceiling, arms flat at their sides, blanket shared in a tense truce.

Childe exhaled, voice quieter, “This is... cozy.”

Y/n turned her head slightly, “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he smirked.

“Don’t start flirting just to mask the fact that you’re awkward.”

“What if I’m flirting because I’m awkward?”

She rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed pink.

They lapsed into silence for a while, the thunder outside growing distant, the fire in the hearth burning low.

Then—

“You talk in your sleep, you know.”

She blinked, “What?”

“Last night at camp. You mumbled something like ‘mmh… his dumb face… so punchable… but kind of nice…’”

“Excuse me?”

He laughed—loud, smug, unbothered.

She sat up, flustered, “That’s not even—! You’re making that up!”

“Swear on my Hydro Vision.”

“Ajax—!”

He choked.

She froze.

He sat up too, suddenly very still.

“...What did you just call me?”

Her eyes widened. “Oh no.”

It slipped.

She never called him by his real name. Not even when he teased her to. But now, caught in this ridiculous storm-bed-chaos, she said it without thinking.

He blinked, and in the low firelight, his expression softened.

“Say it again.”

“No.”

“Say it.”

“No!”

“Say it or I’ll roll over and steal the blanket.”

“Ajax.”

Silence.

He smiled, slow and stunned and sincere.

“You really do like my dumb face.”

Y/n groaned, flopping back into the bed. “I hate you.”

“Nah. You love me.”

He said it as a joke, but the silence that followed was different this time.

Too still. Too heavy.

When she didn’t respond, he turned to face her.

Her eyes were half-lidded, lashes soft in the firelight. But her lips were trembling—just slightly.

“...You weren’t supposed to know that,” she whispered.

His heart skipped.

All the humor drained from his face.

She didn’t look away, though. Brave even in her nervousness.

And he could’ve laughed. Could’ve made a joke.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he shifted closer, pulling the blanket around both of them like a shield.

“You love me,” he said, in a quiet tone that felt sacred.

She didn’t deny it, and when he reached for her hand under the covers, she let him take it.

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Zhongli x Clumsy!Reader | Part One

You trip, stutter, and spill tea—but somehow, he finds it all… endearing.

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I | The first time you met Zhongli, you spilled an entire tray of tea on his lap. You were mortified. He didn’t even flinch. Just calmly stood and said, “Ah, warm… but not unpleasant.”

II | You always get flustered when Zhongli looks at you for too long. His golden eyes are too intense, and every time he tilts his head thoughtfully at something you say, you start rambling and then forget what you were even talking about.

III | You once tripped over nothing while walking beside him, and he caught you by the waist with one hand—without even looking up from his book.

IV | Whenever you try to pour him tea, your hands shake. He gently covers your hand with his own, steadying it. “Allow me to assist,” he says, and your brain promptly short-circuits.

V | You bumped your head on a lantern trying to bow respectfully to him once. He blinked, concerned, but you brushed it off quickly—only to walk into a pole three seconds later.

VI | When you try to compliment him, it always comes out wrong. You meant to say “You look regal,” but somehow it came out as “You look… stone. Like a really handsome statue.”

He blinked. Then chuckled.

"Ahh, a handsome statue, you say."

VII | You constantly apologize for everything—even breathing too loud around him. He gently tells you, “There is no need to apologize for existing.”

VIII | You once tried to hide behind a potted plant when you saw him unexpectedly. He pretended not to notice, even though half your coat was still visible.

IX | You always try to walk ahead of him to avoid eye contact, but Zhongli’s long legs make that impossible. You end up power-walking, only to trip and have him calmly appear beside you in an instant.

X | Zhongli has, more than once, silently caught items you’ve knocked off shelves before they hit the ground. He never says anything. Just places them back with a little smile.

XI | When you try to hand him documents, your fingers always brush his, and every time it happens, you go red and whisper, “S-sorry!”

Zhongli always replies softly, “No apology needed. I rather enjoy the contact.”

XII | You once thought Zhongli was asking you on a date and panicked so hard you ran away mid-conversation. Turns out he was just asking if you liked grilled tiger fish. You avoided him for three days out of sheer embarrassment.

XIII | Zhongli notices how your hands tremble sometimes when you speak in front of others. He often stands close beside you in public, just enough to give you silent reassurance.

XIV | You tripped during a formal gathering and fell against his chest. Time stopped. Everyone looked. Zhongli gently helped you up and said calmly, “It’s alright. The floor can be quite deceptive.”

XIV | One day, you tried to surprise him with a handmade gift. You dropped it. Twice. It broke a little. You almost cried. But Zhongli said, “This carries your effort. It is more valuable than any Mora.”

XV | Zhongli enjoys your awkwardness. Truly. It reminds him of life’s imperfections—of how endearing humanity can be. When you ramble, he listens. When you stumble, he steadies.

XVI | You once nervously asked if you were “too much of a mess” to be around him. Zhongli looked at you, serious and soft, and said, “You are a beautiful kind of chaos. And I’ve lived long enough to know not all beauty is graceful.”

XVII | Zhongli never laughs at your clumsiness—unless you laugh first. Then he’ll smile, deep and low, and brush your hair behind your ear like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“You stumble,” he says, “but always into my heart.”

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