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[marzichann]

Can you please Head cannon sleeping with genshin characters? ( Wanderer, Dottore, Childe, Diluc or Kaeya please??) <333

⎯⎯ ୨ Sleepy Eepy (HCs) ୧ ⎯⎯

ੈ♡˳ Childe, Diluc, Dottore, Kaeya & Wanderer x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist *ೃ༄

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SLEEPY EEPY BABIES I LIKE,,, WROTE THIS AS SOON AS I GOT IT !! youre such,, brain!! i love your brain... hehehehehe,,, i wanna cuddol wit them when i go eepy... HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHGT!! <3 okay so i might write all guys as clingly so im... trying to give diversity LMAO

He tries so hard to be able to sleep on the same bed as you every night, but he gets too busy with his work as a Harbinger. But with enough effort, he manages to get in bed with you.

Sometimes he comes home awfully late, but there are times when he comes home early.

Sleeps shirtless because he loves, LOVES the feeling of your skin against his freckled body. He absolutely loves skinship, so feeling your hands trace over his scars right before falling asleep? Absolute heaven.

Want him to big spoon? Sure, baby! He loves to wrap his arms around you, it gives him a sense of calmness, knowing that even when he's asleep, he can have you in his arms to protect you from anything.

But if you want him to small spoon? Of course, whatever you want, babe! While he relishes the feeling of being able to protect you... His absolute guilty pleasure was to be held by you as if he's a fragile little thing... 

Your hands tenderly roam all over his abdomen, your chest pressing against his back while you pepper kisses all over his freckled shoulders always sending shivers up his spine. 

It's always so reassuring that, if there ever is a time when he'd be too vulnerable, you'd also be there to protect him, just as much as he'd protect you. 

Similar to Childe, he tries his best to get home on time so he could snuggle up with you and sleep soundly with you in his arms. He often comes home late, and he always feels bad to see you asleep on the couch, waiting for him. 

He's usually tired when he gets home so when he's finally in your embrace, he's immediately knocked out, no matter what position you're in. Diluc's body could be on top of yours and he'd be sleeping soundly.

You'd always have to take off the ponytail for him when he's about to sleep since he'd often forget, just too eager to just be with you in bed.

Not one to care if he's big or small spoon since he's already asleep before he could get himself in position. But he does enjoy being a big spoon, it makes his tense body relax further when his arms are wrapped around you. Your heat, closeness, and breathing are signs that you're still here, right next to him, not bound to disappear.

If you stay awake long enough, you'd hear him whispering your name while he was dreaming, with a small, soft smile tugging on his lips.

Rarely ever sleeps, so the chances of him sleeping with you are always sparse. He doesn't need sleep anymore. 

But if you should ever be lonely, you can just nab one of his segments and cuddle with them to be instead! Dottore encourages this since he can be very busy at times. 

And the segments never refuse, after all, you usually give all your affection towards Prime, so this is a good chance for them to be able to have you all for themselves, holding onto you tightly. 

If you're feeling extra frivolous, you can invite a bunch of segments into your private chambers and have them all sleep with you. It felt weird and suffocating at first, but now you've grown addicted to the feeling of multiple arms wrapping all over your body. They'd occasionally press kisses or nip on your exposed skin as well, anywhere and everywhere. 

Well, only if a segment was daring enough because Dottore is the only one to have access to your entire body. Poor segments :(

At the rare times when Dottore will decide to join you to bed, it usually happens at least 5 times in a row, night after night, before working all night once again. 

It was sporadic, so you never knew when he'd be joining you. Fortunately, you always took it as a pleasant surprise, grinning ear to ear with an incredulous look in your eyes as Dottore starts stripping to put on something more comfortable for the night. 

Dottore doesn't care what position you prefer, as long as it's comfortable and you're touching him. He does like big spooning though. 

His arms wrapped around you, trapping you as he pulls you impossibly close. Because you're his, and his only. Not anyone else's, and having you in his arms only feeds on his possessiveness. 

​Always there to be in bed with you as much as he can. While Kaeya can be busy in the morning, he makes time for you at night. In fact, the Cavalry Captain has become a bit more productive ever since he's gotten with you. 

Of course, he's not there all the time for you, or he's late, so he always makes it up to you by kissing you all over and mumbling sweet nothings in your ear, promising that he'll treat you so nice just to ask you for forgiveness. 

Before you get to bed though, if he's home early, he'd let you join into his nightly routines. It's just an excuse to pamper you even more and touch your cute little face. Plus, it helps you maintain your skincare!

He definitely got you into having nightly routines even if Kaeya comes home late or isn't able to sleep with you. Your skin has never been so healthier.

He adores wrapping his arms around your torso and burying his face in your chest. He thinks it's the most comfortable position to sleep in.

Would always tease you for a bit, tickling your sides or pressing his cold palms against the skin of your back, making you squeal and slap on Kaeya's arm to stop.

Big spoon or small spoon? He doesn't care! As long as he's in your arms, or you're in his arms. It still fills the void of longing in his heart to be so close to you, to have you as his lover.

He'd often wait for you to fall asleep first, only to shower kisses all over your face and whisper soft confessions that he aches to tell you, but was not just yet ready to do so.

And you'd be lying if you hadn't pretended to sleep often, just to hear him say those words over and over.

Always sleeps with you, no questions asked. Ever since he finally allowed himself to indulge in his desires, one of them is sleeping next to you, he never has given you a single night alone on your shared bed. 

In the beginning, his hugs were very tight, desperate, and never letting go, that if he ever did let go, you'd vanish in his arms, never to return. Gradually, it has changed. 

Now, it was gentle. Loose arms cradle you close to him as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, lips brushing against your skin before attacking you with a plethora of kisses, making you giggle. 

They're lighthearted now, loving and secure. He was relaxed and comfortable. While his hands gripping your clothes tells you that he's still desperately clutching onto you, in hopes you'd still be next to him once he opens his eyes, slowly, his hands would let go of your clothes. 

It gives you a sense of relief whenever he does, for you know he trusts you. Trusts that you'd never abandon him, to leave him so hastily without even a proper goodbye. Trusts that even if you decide to go, you'd return if you wanted to. 

He likes small spooning the most. Mostly because it greatly reassures him that he's wanted. That he's important to you. That you'll never let go of him if he ever told you to. That you treasure him, cherish him, adore him... That you still chose him despite his flaws. Despite being a puppet.

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[marzichann]

ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴏɴᴀᴛᴀ !

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs. venti, thoma, kazuha, xiao, albedo

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛs. the boys x ballerina reader; kazuha’s a flirt; albedo’s a menace and a tease :)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs. she/her pronouns used. normally i write in 2nd person, but i didn’t even realize i wrote in 3rd person here, so i just went with it. im so sorry! also there’s lots of smooching :) none of it is sexual or meant to be interpreted that way, intimacy like that is just beautiful, or i use it as a sort of comedic medium (kazuha’s <3)

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ. perhaps i’m biased as a dancer, but i’ve always wanted to write something like this :) hope you enjoy!

i worked very hard on this piece for a long time, so if you like it, reblogs are much appreciated <3

ᴠᴇɴᴛɪ’s breath caught when he saw the familiar silhouette of a girl at the foot of his statue. she had always left such a prominent impression on him that her form could never appear foreign to him, even in the cover of darkness. as usual, she was dancing without music, alone—but he knew that there was a content smile on her face. there always was.

the girl danced with such grace that the wind god was consumed by wonder; it ate his heart away bit by bit until he could feel and think of nothing but her. permanently imprinted in his mind was the image of the ballerina drifting elegantly along the ground as if it were ice, swaying in a nearly hypnotizing manner. she was so delicate, so gentle, so lovely—like a whisper in the wind, venti mused. her movements conveyed deep emotion without words, emotion that couldn’t be expressed by words. fabric fluttered around the girl as she twirled and leapt and leaned, arms following suit in a form not perfect, but uniquely beautiful.

every other night, the girl was there. every other night, venti came to watch. and every other night, he began to expect her. so when she started to arrive only every two nights, then every three, then four, the god’s smile fell when he watched her dance, because what he saw in her movements was no longer the same as it had been.

before, the girl’s dance seemed to be her expression of joy. she had looked so happy. now, her movements were slower. they were solemn. sorrowful. he saw it in the way her fingertips no longer reached for some invisible object like they used to, in the way her lips never once showed an inkling of a smile, in the way her elbows sagged in her arabesque. occasionally, she would simply stand with her head bowed, one leg crossed behind the other. it crushed venti's heart. even more dispiriting was when he could hear the girl humming a tune he did not know—and venti knew every tune. but now, all he identified in the girl’s humming was a song of broken desperation.

so the god stepped forward into the light, startling her slightly, but she saw that it was only the bard. the bard, who had unashamedly pursued her for quite some time now—chasing her around mondstadt with his lyre while he tried to convince her to go on tour with him; the bard, who reminded her of a child's laughter and the smell of a summer breeze; the bard, who had surprised her with new shoes to dance in when her own had become much too worn. the ballerina had witnessed the sides of this flirtatious and fun-loving musician that no one else had.

her lips melted into a sad smile, and she welcomed him with open arms.

before venti enveloped her in his embrace, he lifted his lyre into the air; it floated on its own and began to play a much lighter—but still mellow—tune. it was a clear invitation to waltz, the lyre swaying mischievously as if encouraging her to just go on and dance already. the girl’s surprise was evident, but when the hands of the bard found her hips, everything melted into the background except for him.

venti guided the ballerina, letting his own joy pour into the movements in hopes that the girl would find her own. his hands brushed around her waist as she pirouetted three, four, five times, her arms floating above her head. as she came to a stop, the two faced each other once more, and venti could finally see that beautiful smile of hers again; her cheeks flushed, hair messed, and eyes bright, venti thought that no one could be more lovely. and he told her so, too, as he brushed stray hairs from her face, his touch like lightning on her skin.

they danced to the lyre until their feet stung and muscles ached, but their faces were sore from smiles and laughter. they had waltzed until dawn, and now the townspeople's chatter began to rise like heat, sending the ballerina into a sudden panic. their night of solitude and fairy tale-esque atmosphere had ended rather promptly, and her heart was beginning to feel the effects.

"hey, hey! it's okay!" venti murmured, placing the girl's hands in between his own. "do you trust me?"

she tilted her head. "i...i think so? what kind of question is that? are you gonna do something weird?”

venti's grin turned from sweet to sly, hands snaking around her torso to hold her to his side. "oh, no," the girl laughed nervously. "no, no, no, venti--"

but then the two were up in the air, blurred scenery of the city of freedom and its surroundings rushing past. the ballerina clung to the bard for dear life, barely managing to bite back her screams of terror; yet as quickly as the journey had begun, it ended, and the they landed in a secluded clearing of trees and underbrush.

as the couple composed themselves, little birds and squirrels began to approach them meekly, and venti swore the girl’s eyes lit with a joy like fire in that moment. she chittered back at the small animals in what most would consider just a goofy voice—but to venti, it was goofy and incredibly endearing.

after resting their achy muscles for a good while, and perhaps sharing a kiss or two (or seven), their waltz started back up right where they had left off, animals of all kinds hidden away in the trees to watch the lovely scene unfold.

every second ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀ waited, the eagerness in his heart grew.

she visited komore teahouse every so often, needing a place to stay after a performance or during travels, and every time, without fail, thoma somehow managed to fall more in love with her.

even when she wasn’t dancing, she was the embodiment of grace—lovely, gentle, charming. thoma could barely restrain himself from following her around like a puppy at all hours of the day just to see her smile and laugh and, well, dance. he loved nothing more than watching her dance, for when she did so it was clear that she was the fullest version of herself. the most happy. the most confident. the most free.

but thoma had no idea that the ballerina happened to be quite in love with him, too. half of the times she came to the teahouse with the explanation that she’d just had a performance were lies—she came simply to spend time with the housekeeper of the kamisato clan, just because she liked him.

“i’m bored,” the girl murmured, resting her chin in her palm to stare at the man across from her. they’d just finished eating a meal thoma had prepared which was, as usual, perfect.

thoma felt a slight panic rise in his chest. did he do something wrong?

but a sudden smile lit up her features as she sat up straighter, wiping any negative thought clean from thoma’s mind.

“let’s dance,” she whispered, a certain fire in her expression that only appeared when such prospects came about.

“what?” did he hear her right? thoma couldn’t dance. thoma was a housekeeper.

“i said let’s dance, pretty boy!” she laughed, wrapping her hands around his upper arm and pulling him to stand. “it doesn’t have to be perfect—you just do what you feel like doing.”

leaving him with an eager grin, she rushed to the music player in the corner of the room, picking a song so unlike anything he’d ever heard the ballerina dance to. it was upbeat, playful, and completely foreign to him, though he wasn’t against it at all. in fact, he felt his chest flutter in excitement as the girl shuffled back to him, beginning to move to the music.

what she did was completely different than her normal style of dance. while the ballet was beautiful and graceful, and she did indeed look happy when pirouetting and leaping, what thoma saw before him was a new side to the girl that he might’ve liked even more.

silly. joyful. bouncy. fun. the girl twirled herself around before grabbing his hands, saying, “come on!” in a sing-song voice. the girl lead him in a kind of duet where their hands were clasped as they danced; a lot of leg-kicking was involved, as well as switching positions with a twirl, or four. the music sounded vaguely familiar to thoma, which was odd, since he was sure he’d never heard it in his life.

“what is this?” thoma laughed, struggling to get a hang of the footwork, but enjoying the feeling of the girl’s soft hands in his own.

she beamed up at him, unable to hide the excited blush on her cheeks. “it’s called the charleston!” she exclaimed, twisting her hips with a laugh. “it’s not from here.” she would’ve liked to tell him where it came from, but that was an unfortunate secret she wasn’t allowed to disclose.

“i’m terrible at this, but i love it,” thoma yelled over the music as he tried to copy the girl’s movements. they danced until the end of the song, chatting and laughing until their lungs hurt from breathlessness; and as the last beat of the song died out, thoma and the girl collapsed in a heap of giggles, bodies cradling each other, their hands still tangled.

the atmosphere gradually became more calm as the two rested. thoma couldn’t help but say what had been burning at the back of his mind for so long now.

“sometimes…i wish you came around more,” he mumbled. “no, always. i always miss you when you leave, you know that?”

thoma ran his thumb over the back of her hand wistfully, waiting for a response. the only thing he got, however, was a brief kiss smack dab on the lips and a smile that could shame the stars. but these affirmed him better than any words could.

he was shocked—not that he didn’t like it. he’d wanted to do that for a while now. so, after seeing her happy little grin as she leaned over him, he took the liberty to lean back in, stealing as many kisses as he wanted. between each kiss, he mumbled ridiculously sappy and sweet things such as, “my pretty ballerina…” “my tiny dancer…” “my little cookie crumb…” (she barked out a laugh at the last one).

the girl reluctantly received every single kiss and comment, barely holding back her laughter at his too-sweet attitude. thoma knew what he was doing, and he only continued amusedly. “my beautiful, beautiful sugar plum fairy…” another kiss, more laughter, and thoma’s hands gliding along her hips to pull her closer.

“thoma, you’re killing me here,” she cried, crumbling into a fit of giggles as he attacked her face with more smooches. cheek, forehead, nose, lips, temple—nowhere was safe.

the ballerina ended up coming to komore teahouse even more often than before, and it wasn’t uncommon to find her at kamisato estate either, “bothering” thoma while he was supposed to be working.

ᴋᴀᴢᴜʜᴀ met her on the crux. she often had to travel between inazuma and liyue for shows, and beidou was more than happy to have her as a stowaway—especially when she found out just how much kazuha liked her.

well, it was apparent that the feeling was mutual, because not once, not twice, but three times did beidou catch kazuha and the ballerina making out in some discreet corner of the ship. young love, she mused. it made sense, didn’t it? a poet and a dancer? regardless, she snapped at them each time (affectionately), threatening to separate them if they couldn’t stop snogging each others’ faces off on her goddamn pirate ship. she was met only by childish giggles and kazuha’s dramatized smooching sounds in response.

but hey, how could they help it? they only saw each other every so often. they completed each other, they said, and perhaps this was true—the ballerina would listen with heart-shaped pupils as kazuha recited his sappy, lovely poetry; she flitted to and fro when he played his music, pirouetting to her heart’s content. they had an intimacy so innocent and incomparably tender that beidou often pretended to be seasick. “you’re gonna give me a cavity, assholes,” she would mutter as she passed by the couple, who had practically no space in between them as they “snogged each other’s faces off.”

kazuha was no ballerino, but he could certainly dance a duet. mostly, he loved to hold her hand or support her weight while she twirled and leapt—although he was quite guilty of interrupting her practice with distracting things like hugging her waist or tenderly kissing the back of her neck. each time kazuha committed such an act, he was met with a playful smile, but was ceremoniously and smugly corrected to place his hands on her hips, not his arms. then such distractions could be avoided. he would hum and agree, but just keep doing the same thing, kissing her neck with a grin as she struggled to pry off his leech-like grasp.

eventually, she would have to give in, but kazuha’s hold wouldn’t loosen—his arms snaked around her waist and pulled her ever closer as if this is the last time they’d see each other.

it struck her then that that was actually true—though not for a while, at least. she was going to leave the crux when they arrived to inazuma, and he was going to stay on board; it was likely they wouldn’t see each other for several months. the thought made her skin prickle uncomfortably, so instead she focused on her poet’s hands gliding around her hips.

“zuha,” she whispered. “when will i see you again after this?”

his expression became grim and his movements faltered, but he turned her around and tenderly kissed her forehead in response as if to comfort her worries. they both knew the answer to her question—not soon enough.

“why do you have to leave again? can’t you come off the boat with me? just for a little while?” she was close to tears at this point, tired of losing her love to distance. kazuha pulled her into a gentle hug. once again, they both knew the answer to her question.

kazuha was a wanted criminal in inazuma. if he got off the boat, the ballerina would lose him for good.

so they made the most of their time together, dancing and singing and laughing and kissing until beidou couldn’t stand it anymore (“you kids are gonna eat each other’s faces off, i swear,” she grumbled). however, the captain had no choice but to let it pass when she saw the crew members of the crux smiling and laughing, too, even joining in on the dancing and singing. when tasks were light, kazuha and the ballerina often led spontaneous group dances where most of the crew either joined of their own volition or followed reluctantly by means of force.

when the time came for goodbyes, the ballerina was very tearful, like always. kazuha had composed himself, but he felt deep turmoil at having to leave her again. but soon, he thought. soon they’d be together again. i just have to be patient, he told himself, wiping away his darling’s tears and kissing her forehead with a gentleness that was so characteristic of him.

patient.

how could he be patient?

kazuha knew that he could never be patient again. not after how long he’d spent with her, how deeply he had cherished her presence, how much he had kissed her and loved her and sang for her and danced with her. kazuha was not going to wait. kazuha was not going to leave her again. he didn’t care what it took—if he got arrested, if he died.

but the ballerina knew. kazuha had this look in his eye that said everything he was thinking—such teary desperation, overwhelming sadness, and anger.

she wouldn’t let him come after her. the risk was too great.

this spelled the beginning of a heated debate, one which beidou had to disarm very carefully as if tip-toeing through a minefield. once she was finally able to knock some sense into romeo and juliet, she stated very directly, “kazuha can stay with the resistance on watatsumi. problem solved? yes? okay, great. now kiss, you two—i’m getting bored.”

xɪᴀᴏ would never associate himself with mortals. he wanted absolutely nothing to do with them, not only because he didn’t want to harm them with his karma, but also because most of them were just annoying.

however, there seemed to be a mortal girl he considered to be noticeably less annoying than the rest, given that he allowed her to bring him almond tofu and sit next to him on the roof of wangshu inn. he tolerated her, was all he said when questioned suggestively by the owner of the inn.

the girl in question came to wangshu inn often to perform, as she was a travelling dancer and moved all around teyvat, but her favorite place to reside for long periods of time had always been liyue. this may or may not have been due to the presence of a certain adeptus. was she herself aware of this? not consciously, no. all she knew was that she always felt safe in liyue, as if protected by someone or something, and something about the place was simply attractive to her. she couldn't help but be drawn to the picturesque landscapes of jueyun karst, the warm and charming qingce village, and liyue harbor's lively atmosphere. it felt like home away from home.

xiao just happened to be surveilling the area around wangshu inn when the cliché occurred—the ballerina was meandering down the road to the inn for the first time, drinking in the sights with her small bag clutched before her, when a group of treasure hoarders approached. xiao had disarmed a great many similar situations, so it was no surprise to him when the thieves surrounded the girl threateningly, making her feel small and helpless with their jeering and suggestive whistling. xiao’s heart lurched in disgust.

“get lost,” the adeptus growled before anything more could occur, brandishing his spear as he sauntered toward the band of ruffians. the clear leader puffed up his chest in challenge, but the rest merely shuffled uncomfortably and glanced at each other, seemingly at a loss for whether to flee or fight.

“are you stupid?” the yaksha tilted his head in question; but before anyone could act, the surrounded girl suddenly whirled her travel bag, sweeping the lead thief right off his feet. he landed on his bum with a thunk. the other thieves bristled angrily, beginning to move towards her, but they had all been knocked out by xiao before a single hand could be laid upon her. the leader of the group, as the only one conscious, whimpered pathetic apologies while he scrambled to his feet and scurried away like a rodent.

this was how xiao and the ballerina first met.

her eyes were filled with wonder and appreciation as she profusely thanked the adeptus, but he dismissed her with discomfort, departing in that abrupt way of his—teleportation. she remained in the same place for a long time after his leave, heart beating in her ears, limbs tingly with anticipation. though xiao had disappeared from her sight, he had not traveled far. he watched the girl as she stood, eyes transfixed on her stunned figure until she finally began down the road. if anyone asks, he definitely did not follow her all the way to the inn to make sure she stayed safe. and he definitely did not give the stink eye to anyone who even glanced at her.

to xiao’s faux dismay, the girl became enamored with him. she considered herself in debt to him for saving her life no matter how much he insisted that he didn’t care. she knew that xiao at least didn’t hate her, just by the fact that he still talked to her. and she was right. he acted annoyed and distant, but he truly cherished the moments where she sought him out at the inn and sat next to him at the edge of the balcony, leaning on the rails and swinging her legs restlessly. that was one thing he thought was amusing about her—she was never still, never had been still in all the time that he’d known her. xiao supposed this simply came with her love of dancing and moving.

one of the ballerina’s proudest moments was when she managed to make xiao smile. they were alone on the balcony of the inn as usual, xiao staring into the horizon while the girl danced gracefully behind him to a silent tune. it would occasionally manifest in a hum, the volume jumping in intervals at extreme movement, but xiao was lulled by her voice nevertheless. he refused to face her in fear that she would see past his tough facade, because if he saw her smile, he was sure he would fall apart.

that is, until she slipped and fell. xiao’s head whirled to the sound of the crash, eyes darkening at her crumpled form. “i told you it’s not safe when you’re wearing socks,” he grumbled, helping her up by the hands. once standing, her grip on him tightened, refusing to let go even when he pulled. he glanced up to see the girl grinning mischievously.

“let go,” threatened the yaksha, but the girl was unrelenting. “i will get you to dance with me, xiao,” she smiled, beginning to move and pull him along.

he shook his head profusely, voice rising in pitch as he growled, “no, no you will not. i will not dance with you, mortal.”

“oh, xiao, you know my name by now.”

“i won’t dance with you.”

“but you already are!”

and with that, the ballerina released him with a reserved smile and continued her solo, but now xiao couldn’t look away. he was trapped, watching her dainty form as if in a trance. he was grinning before he knew it, even if it was just a slight upturn of the lips.

the ballerina had seen it, but this was for her only to know. she took hold of him once more, not daring to mention his smile—but now he was more willing to comply, intertwining his fingers with hers, placing one hand on her waist, and responding to her movements gently. she had done it—tamed the beast, danced with him, made him smile. her heart swelled with accomplishment, as well as admiration for the adeptus before her.

they seemed as if paintbrushes dusting across a canvas in the way that they moved, waltzing on the balcony with the kind of silent delight one finds in solitude. they were alone together, not a distraction in sight, allowing xiao to focus on one thing for the first time in his elongated, exhausting existence—the way she smiled. his life had always been dark. it consumed him day by day, the pain inflating like a balloon in his chest, fuzz clouding his vision until there was nothing left but a numb sort of grief. but the way she smiled? it washed away the fuzz. it popped the swelling balloon in his chest. he could see again; he could breathe again. he felt his face muscles lift to mirror the ballerina’s innocent grin as they twirled across the balcony in a dazed stupor, and xiao thought that he’d never experienced something so simply profound.

all in all, he was quite soft deep down.

as a master of alchemy, ᴀʟʙᴇᴅᴏ wasn’t really one to pursue frivolous affairs of the heart, those frivolous affairs being crushes or anything to do particularly with love. but aside from being a scientist, he was also a painter—he could appreciate art when he saw it and was not incapable of finding the aesthetic beauty in things. his deepest desire would always be to watch the universe expand, break it all apart so that he could understand it, then build it back together again; but albedo’s love of art swelled to meet this desire when he encountered a ballerina, and all his preconceptions of love were thrown out the window.

her downright indifference to him was what spurred albedo on in his pursuit. he masked his intentions with the claim that he wanted to study the ballerina and her dancing, both for science and his paintings. he hadn’t fooled her, this was obvious, but she was so unbothered by his false motives that she played along anyways. she wasn’t quite sure what he really wanted, but whatever it was, she was certain that she wouldn’t mind it, given he was just a harmless scientist—as she saw him, anyways.

those who had pegged albedo as the type of intellectual to be inept at love couldn’t have been more wrong—he was wildly flirtatious when he had his wits and confidence about him. just because he normally didn’t take advantage of his attractiveness and focused on his work didn’t mean he couldn’t court somebody properly, by all means!

the ballerina was truly charmed by his efforts, but she kept that to herself, along with all of the letters and paintings and sketches he had sent to her from dragonspine when he was unable to see her, or she him. it was her guilty pleasure to read them over again and again, tummy fluttering unwillingly.

the girl had no clue just how infatuated albedo was with her. something about the artfulness of ballet and the beauty of human movement had inspired and entranced him, and since she was the embodiment of such things, naturally he was drawn to her. the more and more albedo saw her, the more and more his appreciation for her dance grew; and then it became a sort of cycle, where his appreciation for her dance trickled down into love for her as a person. he found himself unable to focus on his experiments and research, instead wishing he could watch her dance all day—or perhaps, he could dance with her. that was something he’d have liked to try, though he was certain his lack of experience would be his downfall in that activity.

despite her soft-spoken nature, sucrose—albedo’s assistant—couldn’t help herself from telling the ballerina many of the things her teacher had accidentally imparted to her, the subject usually being the ballerina herself. sucrose wasn’t a gossip at all, no! she was simply trying to help the girl realize just how much albedo thought of her. as much as the man was charming, at the moment he seemed to be tarrying, as if his courage and energy were waning. all sucrose wanted was for the both of her dear friends to be well and happy (and in love).

this opened the ballerina’s eyes, promoting her to understand albedo’s actions a bit more. when he made advances, she didn’t resist so blatantly, instead finding herself to even be a little bashful.

the girl’s favorite pastime was speaking to albedo in french, her hometown being fontaine. it amused her that this was the one advantage she would have over him, probably ever. that is…until he inevitably decided to learn it for himself. he would probably master it within weeks with that brain of his.

“ta cervelle est assez drôle (your mind is rather funny),” the ballerina mused, observing albedo during his work time. the man replied without so much as batting an eyelash to her, “i told you to stop doing that until i’ve learned it myself.”

“arrêtez quoi ?” (stop what?) her voice was lilting and musical, as if trying to push him to his limits.

“there you go again, being coy,” the scientist murmured, still focused on his work. “perhaps you’ve stopped playing hard to get, no? do you actually like me now?”

she hesitated. but since she believed he couldn’t understand her, she ended up pouring her heart out.

“c’est pas que je t’aimais pas,” she mumbled. “j’appréciais toujours ton compagnie, sincèrement. en fait, je pense…je pense que je t’ai toujours aimé.” (it’s not that i didn’t like you. i always enjoyed your company, sincerely. in fact, i think…i think i’ve always loved you.)

albedo paused in his work. he spun around to face the girl, an unreadable expression on his face.

“i’ve always loved you too,” he said, a whisper of a smile gracing his lips.

so this asshole really did know how to speak french.

“il y a beaucoup de choses que tu connais pas sur moi, ma ballerine.” (there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, my ballerina.)

“tais-toi.” (shut up.)

“ouch, how rude. i thought you loved me,” albedo teased. at this point, both were standing, and he was inching closer to her by the second, each footstep slow and meticulous. the girl’s heart thumped in her ears like a drum; she was still in shock from the fact that she had just accidentally poured her heart out to him. he knew now. he knew.

but all he asked of her was one dance. one dance, and he wouldn’t tease her about it anymore.

her agreement led to the two waltzing around albedo’s workshop, the passage of time forgotten amidst glowing smiles and the touch of each other’s hands. of course, he had no trouble picking up the steps or getting the hang of the movement’s flow. she wondered how he could be so well-versed in quite literally everything—he was truly a gift.

many “tais-toi”’s were uttered that day, albedo’s teasing being unrelenting despite his promise. he claimed that they hadn’t danced enough yet for his standard, so he still had teasing rights. of course, it turned out that this scale of “enough dancing” was decided wholly by albedo, so he could claim that no amount of dancing was enough and potentially tease her for the rest of time if he so wished. and oh, did he wish.

𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ❤︎

also, i am obviously not a native french speaker, so if there are any mistakes or strangely worded parts in the dialogue of albedo’s, please let me know!! im just a student and it’s only my first year learning :)

[marzichann]

— 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄, 𝐂'𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄!

SUMMARY. some headcanons about sumeru men as your boyfriend in the modern ages. (teyvat who? we only know earth.)

CHARACTERS. tighnari, cyno, alhaitham, kaveh, scaramouche/wanderer.

GENRE. fluff, crack, modern au.

CW. lowercase intended, use of pet names, written before kaveh and wanderer’s release, scara is referred to as kunikuzushi.

THOUGHTS. this format is a bit different than my regular ones, but i hope this is still able to tickle a little laugh out of someone <3

✰ masterlist.

☆ TIGHNARI!

boyfie!tighnari whose unofficial job is to cook meals for the both of you; he actually doesn’t mind, but what worries him the most is if you step into the kitchen — unless you manage to prove the existence of your culinary skills to him, that is. (#y/nramsay??)

“nari, i’m home!” you chirp, closing the front door behind you. the smell of something tasty wafts through the air and you peek into the kitchen like a curious kitten.

immediately, you are greeted by the sight of tighnari at the stove with your favorite apron on (yes, it has “kiss the cook” on it but tighnari would throw a ladle at you). it doesn’t take long for him to notice your gaze lingering on him. tighnari doesn’t even have to look back as he hums, “welcome home.”

you lean against the wall with an impish grin on your face, “so… what’s cookin’, good lookin’?”

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[marzichann]

PRIVACY

so won't you come and be my lover?

— a kamisato x f!reader smau — also celebrity au — status: ongoing

SUMMARY — a new year means new beginnings. with your resolution being 'to live a more peaceful life', the start of your year could not go any more wrong when you get involved in a dating scandal with renowned actor kamisato ayato. denying it is easy, but not when the other party gives the completely opposite response.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.

[name]'s : official | personal ayato's : official | personal

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐒.

00: happy new year 01: aether's fault 02: don't leave me on read 03: promise 04: the best part 05: i lied 06: friendship ended 07: respect [name] 08: kiss scene 09: you're my bf 10: ayato hate page | 10.5 (extra): ayadog 11: are you my heart? 12: clean it up 13: all mine 14: i won the lottery 15: gladly, ma'am 16: romance drama 17: sour and salty 18: your place or mine? 19: idea of luxury | 19.5 (extra): no shame 20: airing live 21: that person 22: you have a priv? 23: ---

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

idk what im doing

pls dont mind the times and dates that will be shown unless otherwise stated haha

will contain swearing

mistakes such as grammatical and typographical errors may be committed (eng is not my first language pls bear with me :"D)

updates might be inconsistent

taglist is now closed :>

[marzichann]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Pierce my Heart ﾟ☾. ࿐

summary: everyone with piercings knows, you always come back for more; but this time you might have found a different reason to return again

pairing: piercer!xiao x gn!reader; feat. venti, heizou, scaramouche, kazuha, aether

warnings: piercings, tattoos, needles; xiao in *that* top yes that’s a warning; xiao with piercings and tattoos that is definitely a warning; this is purely self-indulgent and i couldn’t be any less sorry; i simp for xiao, so the reader does too; this is my xiao, everyone back off >///< /j

a/n: deep down i always knew i had to write this but @kazu-sun slapped me awake yesterday, scara and al-haitham just had to take a backseat; since this xiao is absolutely superior and occupies most of my brain space, i kind of want to turn this into a series or at least write more for this; also considering writing for all of the boys within this ‘universe’

genshin impact masterlist

It was hard not to get excited with how your best friend, Venti, was dragging you along, his giggles making your own bubble over.

“Come on, (y/n)!! Hurry up!!” He giggled, pulling your arm further towards him. “Ohh, I can’t wait for you to meet the guys!!”

“Aren’t we here so I can get a piercing?” you mused. 

“That too,” Venti replied cheekily. “I’ve wanted to introduce you guys for ages now, let me have some fun.”

You had always had a particular weakness for your friend and were never able to be upset with him in the first place. The only problem was that he knew it too and had no shame using it to rope you into all sorts of trouble. 

So, when you told him you were contemplating getting another piercing, he was over the moon, hyping you up and already calling his friends to schedule an appointment at their studio. Somehow it seemed Venti was more excited than you and you didn’t find the heart to stump his enthusiasm. Besides, having someone who supported you so fully was really reassuring and stopped you from going back and forth on your decision as usual.

Said someone was currently giving you his brightest grin as he pushed open the glass door to a modern piercing and tattoo studio. With the chime of the bell, 4 heads snapped into your direction; 3 were looking up from their work in the lounge while a white haired man  poked his head into the hallway.

“Ah Venti, you’re finally here.” A long-haired blond was smiling at your friend from behind a counter, clicking away at a keyboard. “And you must be (y/n), nice to meet you. Venti already told us loads about you.”

“Yeah, he basically didn’t shut up,” someone scoffed. It was a guy with dark blue hair cut in a style you didn’t think anyone else could pull off. Turning back to his work and only showing you the back of his head, you saw a sliver of ink peek from beneath his collar.

“Oh don’t be like that, Scaramouche,” an auburn-haired man sniggered. When he looked over to you it was hard not to be drawn in by his bright olive eyes, accentuated by a mole underneath each one. “I’m Heizou. The grump over there is Kunikuzushi but he goes by his artist name most of the time. Don’t mind him, he always gets like that when he’s working on something.”

“If everyone’s introducing themselves, I don’t want to miss out. My name’s Aether.” He beckoned you over, handing you a few papers. “You’re here for a new piercing, right? I just need you to fill out these. How are you feeling? Did you eat and drink enough?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Sliding the forms back over the counter, you gave him a timid smile. “I can’t help but get a little nervous every time though.”

“That’s alright. You’re in good hands here, I promise.” Aether’s soft way of speaking helped ground you a little again. “Plus, you have a cool new piercing to look forward to, can’t blame you for getting excited.”

“Speaking of which,” Venti sing-songed as he threw an arm around you, “which one of you will have the honours of stabbing my bestie’s ear with a needle?~”

Elbowing him in the ribs, you murmured a low “You’re not helping, you know.”

Pointedly ignoring Heizou’s cheeky ‘I certainly wouldn’t mind’, Aether rolled up a newspaper and gave Venti a light-hearted twack on the head “Nobody’s getting stabbed in our studio, you idiot. But to answer your question, we scheduled (y/n) with Xiao.” Addressing you, he added “Xiao is our best piercer, he’s got lots of experience. You won’t feel a thing.”

“Oohhh~” your friend cooed. “Hehe, it’s true though, Xiao’s really good at it. He did most of my piercings too.”

At that you relaxed a little, although nerves were still thrumming through you. Seeing a new piercer for the first time always added more restlessness to your mind but you were willing to trust your friend’s appraisal and Aether sounded genuine as well. That was when a smooth, low voice cut through your thoughts.

“Yes, and you’re always one of my most annoying clients.” Whirling around, you came face to face with a young man, his black and teal hair tied into a messy ponytail, leaving only his bangs to frame his face, half of which was covered by a black mask. It only served to highlight the intense amber eyes scrutinising you from head to toe and back up. As he turned his face towards the blond behind the counter, the studio lights reflected off the multiple piercings decorating his ears. “And you, stop lying to our customers. It’s a piercing, of course it’s going to sting.”

While Xiao and Aether were bickering about ‘soothing a client’s nerves’, your heart rate skyrocketed and you were surprised the muscle still sat within your rib cage. This guy was undeniably the hottest man you had ever seen. And when he shrugged off his jacket to reveal an elaborate sleeve tattoo, it didn’t help your case. The view on the art was granted to you by the sleeveless, high-neck, tight-fitted black top perfectly showing off his defined muscles.

You were about to tell Aether you weren’t feeling so good today after all, surprised you hadn’t fainted yet. It probably wasn’t ideal that you could feel all your blood rushing to your head, heating your cheeks and ears. But then again… you couldn’t pass up this opportunity. Not that Venti would let you anyway.

“Whatever,” Xiao scoffed. Extending one hand towards you, the other went to take off his mask, revealing that the other half of his face was just as gorgeous as the rest. “I’m Xiao, as you’ve probably already heard from these idiots.”

“(Y/n), nice to meet you.” As you shook his hand, you missed the gleeful looks Aether, Venti and Heizou shared. Even Scaramouche raised an eyebrow before promptly going back to sketching. 

“Alright, are you ready to get started?” When you nodded, he tilted his chin to the rooms behind Aether. “Come with me, then.”

Tugging you into a side-hug as you walked past, Venti called after his teal-haired friend,  “Don’t be too rough with them, you hear me?”, earning him a few giggles from Heizou, an eye roll from both Aether and Scaramouche and a stare from Xiao which you were sure could’ve sent him straight to his grave then and there. Still very much alive though, Venti whispered to you, “I’m only joking, you can trust him, really.”

“Wait, didn’t you say you’d come with me?” You incredulously asked.

“Ah well,” Venti loudly proclaimed, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “since I am apparently so annoying, I believe it’s best to let Xiao work in peace. Besides, I have some catching up to do here.”

Following Xiao to the backrooms, the last thing you heard from the lounge was Heizou’s snide “Doesn’t that just mean you’ll be annoying us instead?”

Your piercer pinched the bridge of his nose. “How do you tolerate that regularly?”

“That,” you pointed a finger at him, “is the million dollar question. But don’t you have to put up with all of them on a daily basis?”

“Unfortunately.” Despite his demeanour you could hear a certain fondness in his voice. He nodded towards something which starkly reminded you of an examination table as he pulled on black latex gloves. “Have a seat and get comfortable while I prepare everything.”

Taking off your jacket you did as you were told. After looking around the small room, your eyes settled on the most interesting thing in there. Xiao. Or more specifically the way his biceps and triceps worked underneath the ink of his tattoo, quickly averting your gaze and examining your nails when he stepped closer with a marker in hand.

“I’ll draw a little dot first to mark where the piercing is going to be. If you don’t like the location, don’t hesitate to tell me, okay? We’ll redraw it as often as needed to make sure you’re happy with it.” You noted he spoke much softer now, his tone not as gruff but still as melodic, making butterflies flap their tiny wings in your stomach.

It was only when he leaned in close that you realised just how difficult this was truly going to be. His slender fingers held your chin gently to angle your head to his liking as he fixed his bright eyes on your ear, brushing every possibly disturbing hair strand behind it. Was now the right time to notice his fluttering long lashes or the perfectly drawn eyeliner accentuating his features? You weren’t sure but you did nonetheless.

Pulling back too soon for your liking, his cologne lingered in the air as he twisted to hand you a mirror. As your fingers brushed, you could feel the heat of his skin even through the gloves he wore and it was making your head spin.

Moving your head around a little, you had to give Venti and Aether credit. They weren’t lying when they said Xiao was a true professional, not that you had expected anything else but how he managed to hit the exact spot you had envisioned on the first try was still beyond you.

Smiling up at him, you handed the mirror back. “It’s perfect.”

“Good to hear.” The corners of his mouth twitched up a little and you quickly found yourself becoming fond of the sight. “It’s on to the main event then. Still feeling alright?”

“Yes, let’s get this over with before I chicken out.”

He chuckled as he prepared the needle. “I won’t lie to you and say it’ll be completely painless, I mean you have a couple of piercings already, so you know. But I’ll do my best to make it as bearable as possible for you, okay?”

You only hummed as you prepared yourself for the sting. It wasn’t so much the actual needle as just your imagination making your stomach churn. As Xiao levelled his face with yours again, though, it was suddenly very easy to focus on something else. 

The feeling of his fingers on your chin, even through the waxy material, sent sparks racing across your body. This time, however, it was his breath fanning across the side of your face and neck which sent your mind into overdrive. Together with the proximity of the rest of him, it made for a dangerous combination, making your thoughts run into all sorts of directions.

Flinching as the jewellery was being pushed through, you were quickly brought back to reality though. 

“Sorry about that,” Xiao murmured.

“No, it’s fine. Just caught me by surprise, that's all.”

When he pulled back once more, he gave you a true -albeit small- smile and you thought you must be melting, easily ignoring the throbbing in your ear. “The good news is that you’re all done. You did so well.” Passing you the mirror one more time, Xiao tilted his head as if in contemplation before speaking decidedly. “Looks to me like I did my job right. It looks good on you.”

He was trying to kill you, no doubt about it.

As you regained your composure, Xiao put a hand on your shoulder and lightly pushed you back down on the table when you tried to stand. Handing you a glass of water, he said “Just stay seated for now. I’ll go finish up the paperwork while you calm down and then I’ll come get you.”

“Okay.” Even in your own ears, your voice sounded so small.

Just as promised, Xiao came back a couple minutes after he left you to your own devices. A few minutes in which you heavily debated asking him for a date or his number. If it was anyone else, you might have decided to shoot your shot. But… this was Venti’s friend. There was a possibility you’d inevitably have to see him again. Besides, he definitely seemed the type to be hit on a lot. So, you thought it better to do nothing.

“Aha, (y/n), still in one piece I see~”

“Of course,” your piercer scoffed. “Why wouldn’t they be?”

“Now, now, Xiao, Venti is only teasing you. No need to rip his head off.” It was the white-haired man you had only seen briefly before. Otherwise you might have noticed the vibrant streak of crimson running through his locks. “So you’re (y/n)? I’m Kazuha; looks like I’m the only one who didn’t get to meet you earlier.”

“Seems so.” Kazuha had an infectious sort of smile you couldn’t help but mirror. Two hands on your shoulders quickly spun you around and you blinked rapidly to focus on the blue-green eyes of your best friend.

“Let me see the new addition,” he exclaimed before grinning smugly. “I told you getting a new piercing was a good idea, it’s really pretty.”

“Personally, I think (y/n) does most of the heavy lifting in that department,” Heizou winked at you, “but the jewellery obviously enhances that.”

While chaos ensued within the studio over Heizou’s remark, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Xiao was quietly slipping the receipt over the counter, fiddling around with his hands and not quite meeting your eyes. After you handed him the money, he told you to come back in about four or five weeks to check in on the piercing and switch it for one with a shorter bar.

“If you have any trouble at all, feel free to come in and have someone look over it, lest it gets infected,” he sternly said. Then he placed a small plastic bag with a piercing inside in front of you. “Here, this is for you.”

“Oh, thank you. That’s very kind of you.” Maybe it was your imagination but just as a simmering heat flushed back into yours, you thought you saw a light blush settle over Xiao’s cheeks.

Despite not really wanting to leave yet, you said your goodbyes, gaze lingering a little longer on Xiao who held it. As you walked along the street you could feel Venti almost burst with anticipation next to you.

“Spit it out, idiot.”

“So, someone has the hots for a certain piercer,” he squealed excitedly. “Don’t even try to deny it, it’s sooo obvious.”

“Whatever, it’s not like anything is going to happen anyway,” you sighed, still lost in your little daydream.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Venti smugly replied as he grabbed the tiny package in your hand. “Accepting the risk of you giving another stellar impression of a tomato, allow me to point out… this.”

Turning the bag around, your eyes widened at the neatly written number followed by the only name you wanted to see sprawled underneath.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ｡˚ ☾ . ೃ˚ - ˚* ੈ✩‧₊ ⋆࿐

“Xiao, did you seriously just give away jewellery for free just because you have a little crush?!” Rolling up the newspaper again, Scaramouche used it to hit the aforementioned man over the head.

“Relax, it was only one piercing,” Kazuha said, tone placatory.

“He’s right. Besides,” Heizou chuckled, “can you blame the guy? Man, to think that we’d ever see the day… Xiao in love…”

Wordlessly, Xiao held out his hand towards Scaramouche. It was his turn with the newspaper.

tag list: @mccnstruck @teyvattales @silentmoths @ainescribe @meimeimeirin @dustofthedailylife

[marzichann]

just a hater

scaramouche x reader

synopsis: in which you major in astronomy and scaramouche is the biggest astronomy hater (in your eyes). what happens when someone confesses their feelings for you, and you not knowing how to handle affections, suddenly blurt out that you are already taken. by who? well, scaramouche of course.

themes: modern au, enemies to friends to lovers, actually more like rivals to acquaintances to friends to lovers, both of u banter constantly, fake dating trope, fluff(?), crack, smau, college au, slight angst(?), arrange marriage but not between you and scara

warnings: kys/kms jokes, both of you suck with emotions, swearing, dn & ur mom jokes, talks of feeling unwanted and not being enough, lack of communication, misunderstandings, main characters don’t like to admit their feelings(i understand that could be frustrating), scaramouche is an asshole and you are too, mentions of alcohol and consuming it

status: irregular updates 😭

A/N: taglist is closed!! reader is gender neutral. ✍︎︎ = written portion.

profiles — [ fruits basket | emos 🖤⛓🥀 + childe ]

❥ 01 — three more days

❥ 02 — everything’s fine

︎ ✍︎︎ 02.5 — how it happened ︎

❥ 03 — haha what if i just 🏃‍♀️

❥ 04 — (✍︎︎) you can’t run from me

❥ 05 — enemies to lovers 🤭

❥ 06 — a good bf

❥ 07 — wikihow how to be romantic, first dinner date, and being a third wheel

❥ 08 — bros fighting for his life

❥ 09 — overthinking and overanalyzing

❥ 10 — who tf?

❥ 11 — (✍︎︎) actual (but not really) first date

❥ 12 — the audacity

❥ 13 — (✍︎︎) library

❥ 14 — me thinks

❥ 15 — i feel ill

❥ 16 — no one asked

❥ 17 — BRO HE’S BACK

❥ 18 — scaray/n project

❥ 19 — (✍︎) i hate you

❥ 20 — FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

❥ 21 — drunken confession

❥ 22 — in the kamisato siblings we trust

❥ 23 — one step ahead of you

❥ 24 — (✍︎) déjà vu

❥ 25 — you’re dead to me

❥ 26 — i like you too

❥ 27 — first date (official) (real) (not clickbait)

❥ 28 — late night drive

❥ 29 — tba

❥ 30 — tba

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🎮 behind the lens !

a social media streamer au | scaramouche x gender neutral reader

synopsis - you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

genre - enemies/rivals to lovers, streamer and youtuber au, college setting, crack, slight angst

status ongoing, chapters tba, no update schedule

warnings time stamps don’t matter, characters including y/n are portrayed as young adults, mentions of alcohol

↳ playlist

STREAM IS STARTING…

featuring…

↳ stardust and friends | balladeer and friends

ACT ONE: raiding your heart !

01. kicking my feet and giggling

02. beat my ass

03. get out of my notifications

04. id donate for nudes

05. pls be ugly

06. now wait a damn minute

07. throwing up and crying

08. do you get deja vu

09. would you love me if i was bald

10. passenger princess

11. would you bark for me

12. breaking my silence

13. caught in 4k

ACT TWO: you’re live !

14. he’s cheating on us?!

15. damage control

16. chat going crazy

17. breaking character

18. #JUNGKOOK

19. tba

bonus — heizou’s theory

20. twitch con

21. best of both worlds

22. room service

23. gatekeeping the sexy

24. show yourself!

25. hold on i’m processing

26. please leave a message after the tone

ACT THREE: cut the camera !

27. you’re so fucking stupid

28. co-op irl! that’s called hanging out

29. plot twist we’re dating

30. that should be ME!

bonus — fuck me like i’m famous 🔞

tba

STREAM HAS ENDED…

taglist- CLOSED ! don’t ask to be squeezed in, lmk if u wanna be removed or if you change your username

miscellaneous: i’m going to need to make a bunch of accounts for the cast’s fans and i suck at coming up with usernames so if you’d like me to use your username i’ll add you into the au as a fan to thirst over them and such just lmk ^-^ u can view it as urself in the au or not depending on the comment i give u, i don’t wanna make anyone uncomf so don’t think of it as urself if it does

[marzichann]

Hello lavyn ! I just checked out your blog and I loved your writing ! So clear , neat , and poetic 🥰!Hmm, can I request a very confident and flirty reader that one day just decides to kabedons the boys headcanons ? (Like, all four of them , in separate lol). You can make the end a bit … suggestive 👀hehe (with offff couuuurse the reader on top 👀)

ToT men when you kabedon them!

headcanons + scenarios

character/s: Artem Wing, Marius Von Hagen, Vyn Richter, Luke Pearce, gn! reader

warnings: not proofread, suggestive content, lots of tension

notes: this is the result of my intense brainrot bonks myself, this fic got me feeling a lot of things thank you anon i loved this request!

comments and rbs would be awesome <3

masterlist

Marius Von Hagen

"my, my, Y/N. feeling bold today?"

he would treat it as a challenge

at first he'll be in awe because oh you're asserting dominance? nobody would ever dare try something like this on him

kabedoning the pax heir? sounds like a fever dream to many

would be wide-eyed and blushy for 5 seconds before he's back to his mischievous and flirty self

i repeat, only 5 seconds

when his initial surprise is gone, he would tease you relentlessly, "Oh, you want me so bad?"

of course, you're going to have to silence his mocking and teasing with your advances

just a warning though, he'll flirt back harder

Today is a good day.

The perfect day actually, to give Marius Von Hagen payback for his teasing remarks and fleeting touches that had left you hot and bothered - no matter how hard you try to deny it.

You were left with nothing but the phantom feeling of his warm and slender hands touching your bare skin. How his hot breath blew and tickled the hairs on the back of your neck as his hand held yours above the smooth canvas to help you brush the paint properly - how you had felt the heat of his muscular form pressing against your back, and his other hand resting on your hips while he was guiding you. You hadn't missed the way he rubbed circles on your hips as he was doing so, of course.

You and Marius arranged meetings once a week in his art studio because, "It'd be nice if you learn the basics of painting, I promise it'll be fun," He proposed with his familiar but really charming smile, "I'm your teacher, the best one you could ever ask for." he concluded before. You should've known he had other intentions.

That's how you ended up here, your poor patience and self-restraint keeps getting tested every week.

Learn art, he said.

It'll be fun, he said.

After every session you would find yourself wanting to get closer to him, screaming internally whenever he would purposely pull away, his warmth leaving you just when you started to lean on his touch. You decided today was the day to call it quits.

Marius was by the wall, his back facing you while he was hanging your first ever work on a frame that you had just finished painting earlier. It really took you weeks to finish this, as he kept distracting you with his relentless teasing.

You decide it's time to take the leap. The growing tension too much for you to ignore.

Grabbing him by the shoulders, you forcefully made him face you. His body turned around 180 degrees.

His wide amethyst eyes met yours, "Hey-" before he could even question you, you immediately raised both of your hands and pushed him against the wall with a thud, his mouth letting out an "ow" as you trapped his well-built body between your arms.

"Y/N? What are you doing?" He questions as he looked down on you, eyes wide with pink adorning his cheeks.

You pushed yourself closer to him, you can feel his hardened abs on your stomach as you spoke, "How dare you toy with my feelings," You slowly looked up to him from your lashes, sending him a sharp glare, "Von Hagen." you snarled.

Your heated breaths mingled with every exhale, and you can feel the expanding of his chest as he inhaled.

Your faces are only a few centimeters apart, that you can already feel his kiss even without having to connect your lips.

He blinked a few times before flashing a knowing grin, "Oh?" His smirk grew wider, "So that's how it is?" A smug tone coated his words, it was taking every ounce of your self restraint not to close your eyes and lean in to take his lips.

His large hands finds their way on your hips, "I never actually thought you'd make the first move." He pecked your lips, the warmth still there even when he pulled away, "I can't say I don't like it."

Not having the patience to put up with this teasing anymore, you wrapped your arms on his nape and closed the distance between the two of you again, his wet lips connecting with your eager and already parted ones.

The hands that were on your hips were now squeezing them firmly, as you continued to kiss each other with heated fervor. Sending jolts of pleasure throughout your whole body.

His lips continued assaulting yours and you find your hands raking his hair, pulling him to deepen the open mouthed kisses, his tongue exploring your mouth as you do his.

You then pulled away, catching your breath with a glazed look on your face, "Marius," you breathed as you attempted to pull his clothes over his head, catching sight of his toned abs as you pulled it up.

"Whoa there." He gently grabbed your hands to stop you, his eyes still clouded with desire.

"How naughty," He then returned his hold on your waist, pressing you even closer, "You want us to make out right here, the place where i make my pieces?" He licked and parted his mouth as he dipped down to nip on your lower lip, eliciting a sultry moan from your lips, and you close your eyes from the tingling sensation, "You want to make a different masterpiece, babe?" he smirked when he felt your form shudder from his words.

You took his wrist and dragged him with you, "Let's take this to the bedroom, then."

Luke Pearce

LOVE OF MY LIFE

at first he'd be like, "what's wrong, Y/N?" why are you backing him up to a wall??? do you need something???

luke has seen various types of media portraying this famous kabedon™ and what luke has observed is that - you back a person up to the wall, and put an arm or both arms on their sides. people usually do that when they want to confront someone about something, or if someone wants to kiss a person. he notes with realization

wait what

with those thoughts, heat rushes to his cheeks, and would eventually ask you what you're up to

what you're up to, however, is something he didn't know that would completely make him lose his mind and sanity

"Luke, let's meet again tomorrow!" your eyes twitched at the overly cheerful and obnoxiously faked sweet voice, internally rolling your eyes at the annoying display.

You were wearing a bored look as the girl finally hopped off with a bounce on her step, you were certain that she's even humming. You turned to Luke as the silhoutte of the girl disappeared into the night, "Who's that?" you pointed at her direction.

"A client from the shop," he gestured his thumb to the antiques that were displayed on the shelf. He shook his head, "she would always come here to ask about these trinkets," He then eyed at the colorful but old-looking collection, "She claims she's interested."

Still wearing a blank look, you blurted out a "Huh." You groaned internally. You were sure she's interested in something far from the antiques.

It's clear from that girl's actions alone that she has her eyes set on Luke, she would touch his arm everytime she's telling him something, smiles around him a lot.

She even grabbed his biceps and would linger her hands on his chest whenever she's showing him an item that she likes.

Oh, you've always wanted to do that. You've always daydreamed of doing that.

Maybe that's the reason why you were so irked seeing that stranger touch Luke so shamelessly.

Maybe you should start acting shameless like her, no?

You decided that you should.

What if he doesn't like you back? That'll be a problem for later because right now, your blooming affections are overpowering your fear of rejection.

"So, Y/N. What brings you here?" Luke gestured to you to follow him up the stairs to go to the 3rd floor, "I'm actually glad you came, I wanted to try a new game." He beamed, and you melted at the sunshine radiating from his smile, and you would mirror his expression if you weren't so bothered by what had transpired earlier.

"It's in my room." He took the flight of stairs and you followed suit. You remained silent all throughout and he found it weird, but shrugged it off, he'll ask you about it later.

"I'm sure we'll have fun, you love games like these." he grabbed the console box and handed it to you, blush coating his cheeks from excitement.

But you wanted to play a different game.

"Luke." you reached out your hands to get the console from him, before placing it back where he had got it.

He gazed at you with curious eyes, confused as to why you neglected the game, his face turned serious, "Is something the matter?" he questioned, searching your face for any sign of distress.

His expression quickly changed to surprise when you pushed him with enough force that caused him to stumble backwards, he let out a startled gasp when he landed on the wall, his back hitting it with a thud, he let out a groan from the impact. He used his arms to lean on the wall for support, as he lost his balance earlier from your abrupt push that had caught him off-guard. He leaned there awkwardly, "Y/N-"

You wasted no time to cage him in that position, the sound of your palms slapping the wall echoed in Luke's ears.

"Y/N?" He blinked, eyes wide.

You leaned closer to his ear, your breath creating goosebumps on his skin, "I want to kiss you."

"Wha," His eyes widened even more, "What?"

"I just want a yes or no," you intently gazed at his alluring brown eyes, "What will it be, Luke?" you grazed your finger on his chest as you waited for his response.

He was silent for a moment and proceeded to nod with a gulp. With that, you inched your face closer to his, your noses touching before your lips finally connected, warmth flooded your senses and you can't think of anything else besides his lips.

The curves on his mouth fit yours perfectly, and you sensually tilted your head to the side for deeper access, and you opened your mouth to press your tongue on his closed lips, begging for entrance.

He let out a gasp at the strange feeling, giving you the opportunity kiss him deeper. After some time, you needed air and Luke chased your lips when you pulled away.

"Luke," you opted to place a trail of kisses on his jaw, "do you let other people kiss you like this?"

"Hnn," His breath hitched when you left trail of kisses down his neck, "No..." He answered with a blush.

"Good." you pushed yourself away from him and he whined from the loss of contact. You chuckled at his behaviour, "Lie down." you ordered as you gestured towards the bed, and he laid on the mattress, waiting for your next move.

Excitement bubbling in your stomach, you crawled on top of him. The bed creaking with your every movement as Luke lay under you, his ginger hair sprawled on the bed, his eyes glazed with need. You placed your arms on either side of his head, and pressed your body on top of his, "You're mine." you whispered against his parted mouth before crashing it to yours.

He let out a muffled moan as your hands pulled on his hair, your tongues exploring each other's mouths. You savored his sweet taste with fervor, the kiss keeps getting more intense as desperate moans fill the room.

You pulled away, the both of you panting from the lack of air. As you looked down on Luke, you saw a begging look in his eyes.

He looked adorable.

You dipped down again to lick on his bottom lip slowly, "You taste so sweet," you let out a moan as you placed a firm kiss on his lips.

You felt like you were going to collapse if you were standing, Luke held your waist, pulling your body closer.

You moved your lips to his neck, nipping on it to create marks, "Ahh," he breathed, his body squirming and arching underneath yours as you kept attacking his sensitive spots, "So good..." he whimpered, eyes closing from the sheer pleasure.

"Do you want more, Luke?"

With you looking at him with so much need, who is he to deny you?

Vyn Richter

he'll tease you back ngl

would say "you really are mischievous" with a smile flirtier than yours, provoking you to advance your ministrations even further

you think you can fluster him? no you can't, he hasn't blushed in game, not even once!

what makes you think you can /lh

listen, in the face of Vyn's calm and smooth persona, you ain't slick at all in comparison

BUT

DON'T WORRY

the goal here isn't to fluster Vyn, your goal is to rile him up which is very easy by the way

To say that there was a thick, growing tension between you and Vyn, was an understatement.

You were at his residence for your scheduled psychology classes, as you wanted to learn more from him. Just your luck, the topic you're discussing for today was about the psychology of love.

"Why do you think people fall in love, Y/N?" was the first question that he had asked once he was done lecturing.

A soft ray of sunlight cascaded on his hair, as he was sitting beside the window of his study room, while you were sitting side by side, you at his right, your thighs touching. A psychology book rests on the desk before you.

He was too close. The moment he invited you to study on this tiny desk, you wondered why he didn't choose the much larger, much more spacious desk from across the room.

You just shrugged it off, thinking that maybe the sunshine boosts his intelligence and teaching morale.

Maybe.

"Hmm," You put a finger on your chin, "I guess there are many reasons why, like when we find someone attractive, whether it's a physical trait of not," you furrowed your brows, searching the words to elaborate, "or if we care about that person so much and have emotional attachment to them." you shrugged, "just to name a few."

"Do you think it's just a mere bodily response that we aren't able to consciously control?" he looked straight into your eyes, "Or is it more than that?"

You looked away from his intense gaze, "While it's true that the brain releases biochemicals when we are in love with someone, that doesn't change the fact that those chemicals aren't released for everyone you meet, which meant that the person youre in love with is definitely special, special enough for your brain chemicals to register that this particular person," you finally found the nerve to bring your gaze back to his gold orbs, "is the one you love."

You coughed and continued, "In conclusion, it's not just about chemicals, i think it's related to your object of affection as well." you finished.

"You have a good understanding, Y/N." He placed his hand on your chin to make you look at him, "I wonder if you have this so called special someone?" He inquired, flashing you a close eyed smile.

You mirrored his expression, "Yes." You were smiling, but the pounding of your heart was ringing in your ears because of his touch.

"Hmm, I wonder who that is." he then pulled his hand back, his golden eyes glinting with mischief.

He opened his mouth again, "How about lust?" He looked to the side, thinking, "Is it a natural human reaction of wanting to reproduce," his eyes flickered back to you and smirked, "or people just really want a taste of that person and lose themselves in sinful pleasure?" He questioned, voice sultry and provocative.

Him emphasizing the last word wasn't helping the growing heat pooling on your stomach.

You gulped, you weren't sure if you can answer this properly because you already can't think straight from his ministrations, "The latter, I think." you answered mindlessly as your eyes landed on his inviting lips.

"Oh? An interesting answer," He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "Have you perhaps," he pulled you closer, pressing you to his chest, as his hot breath tickled your sensitive ear, "experienced lust for another?"

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you rubbed your thighs together, fighting the urge to give in to your raging desires.

But he's just so close, your body just wants to feel him so bad right now.

The burning part of you began to overthrow your rational thoughts, you clicked your tongue as you glared at Vyn, slapping your palms on the window beside him, caging him inside your arms.

You felt even more turned on than before because of this closer proximity.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" you taunted, his eyes widened a fraction from your actions, but quickly gave you a teasing smile.

"I can take a wild guess," he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, rubbing it, his other hand finding it's way on your waist, "You're currently experiencing lust right now, aren't you?"

With those words, you felt like burning up.

He wasn't wrong.

"You know..." you let one hand fall from the window to rest it atop his thigh, "I'm a hands on learner," you leaned closer to him, and you can smell his tea scented breaths, "and i bet i could learn more about lust if you teach me, Vyn." You continued rubbing circles on his thigh as you spoke.

"Hmm, then the first step would be a kiss," excitement bubbled in your stomach, "Are you brave enough for that, Y/N?" He whispered sweetly against your lips, his breaths fanning your face.

Not taking the tension anymore, you crashed your lips against his. He quickly responded with the same intensity, as if he'd been waiting for you to do this.

You sigh against the kiss, your moved your hands from the window to his nape, pulling his impossibly closer. He did the same, tightening the hold that his arms had on your waist.

Your hands finds their way on his chest, as you sensually slid it down to his stomach. He let out a groan, feeling warm all over. Your lips still not leaving each other, wet tongues colliding in a sensual dance. Your moans were the only sounds that can be heard from the peaceful room.

The both of you pulled away, chest heaving from the lack of air, a string of saliva hung between your once connected lips.

You removed his glasses and placed it on the desk, "Teach me some more." you panted.

"Oh, sweetheart," he dipped down to bite on your sensitive neck, making you arch your back, "I could go all day."

Artem Wing

ARTEM "I BLUSH WHENEVER YOU GET TOO CLOSE" WING

y'all remember that iconic scene from episode 3 where MC leans in close?

right, and Artem just lost his shit then and there?

I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO IMAGINE HOW MUCH OF A STUTTERING MESS THIS MAN WILL BE ONCE YOU TRAP HIM BETWEEN YOUR ARMS, BODIES PRESSING CLOSE TO EACH OTHER, OUTRIGHT FLIRTING WITH HIM WITH NO SHAME

Artem.exe has stopped working

because really, out of all the 4 guys i feel like he'll be the most flustered one

yeah, no arguments, he'll turn into a puddle of red cheeks and widened eyes

though i think if you guys were together for long enough he wouldn't be as flustered as before

pull on his necktie while whispering sweet nothings in his ear, thank me later

"We still have no leads." Artem sighed, hands finding the knot on his tie to loosen it, and to lessen the stress forming in his temple. His hair is in blatant disarray, a huge contrast to his usually well-kept azure locks. Even though he looked really exhausted, you felt butterflies began to rumble in your stomach when you realized that he looked hot. How unfair, even amidst exhaustion he looked alluring.

Irresistibly so - the epitome of an eye candy. His neckline and collarbone can be freely seen because of the now loosened tie, and it took all of your willpower not to oogle too much, or imagine what's under his long-sleeved polo.

You shoo away your fantasies, and gazed at him with concern, "You should rest, Artem. You've been on this case for weeks, I doubt you had even a wink of sleep."

"Don't worry about me," He stood up to the door to probably get some more files related to the case, "I can handle another document or two."

As much as you look up to his dedicated and hardworking nature, you can't help but think that he's overworking himself too much.

Maybe the case was that important to him.

But to you, his health is more of a concern.

Before he can click the knob, you turned him around by the shoulder and smacked your right palm on the door, the resounding thud surprising even you.

"Y/N!?" His cerulean hues widen.

"Artem, you should take care of your health," you looked up, the close proximity making you notice even the smallest details about him, making you do a doubke-take, "I am very..." you trailed off, your eyes wandering to his exposed neck before flickering back to his tired yet devilishly handsome face, "worried."

"Uhh," He unconsciously grabbed on his necktie, "Please don't worry, Y/N." Then he coughed, "You're too close."

The handsome top attorney stood there while darting his eyes, blush coating his cheeks, caged in your arms.

He looked irresistible.

It drives you nuts and your hormones go wild. They're screaming at you to go and get a piece of Artem right here, right now.

The cold from the AC is doing nothing to cool off Artem's alleviating nerves, while he tries to make himself comfortable from your unwavering gaze.

"I can help you relax, you know?" You blurted out, gaining a confused look from Artem. He blinked.

After some moments of silence, you dragged Artem from the wall to push him to the nearby swivel chair, making him sit.

"Wha-" before he could even react, you already plopped yourself comfortably on his lap, hooking your legs on either side of his hips, your ankles hitting the back of the chair, and wrapped your arms around his neck. You pressed your bodies together, your chest feeling his. There's no space left between you two, except for your lips.

You can hear both of your frantic heartbeats pounding through your chest, his breath hitched and his heaving body emanated heat from the tension, making you even more turned on.

He seemed to be speechless as he just stared at you, his cerulean eyes flickering with lust. So you took this opportunity to slowly inch your face towards his, your heart pounding loud against your ribs with every second.

You whispered, "Part your lips, Artem." and he did so with obedience, all while he slid his hands around your waist.

You parted your mouth and without wasting one more second, you devour his awfully sweet lips with feverish passion. The tantalizing taste of vanilla spread throughout your tastebuds as you slid your tongue to intertwine it with his.

The both of you were a moaning mess as you lapped on each other mouth's, savoring each other wholly. You grind your hips on his for friction, heightening the pleasure that electrified you both senseless. It felt as if you were burning up.

The swivel chair rocked from your movements.

You curled your fingers on his hair, and tilted his head back, "Artem," you opened your mouth to press kisses on his jaw, "moan for me." you slowly removed his tie, pulling it down.

"Y/N..." he tried to buckle his hips in search for yours, you smirked at his desperate state, and moved from his jaw to his collarbone, "Ah," he breathed and closed his eyes shut as he felt your warm lips engulf him.

You pulled away, "Look at you," you pant against his ear as you seperate his buttons one by one, until his polo opens, "you can't even talk straight," your breath hitched when his bare chest and stomach came into view, your body tingling with hunger at the sight. You dipped your head to bite and nibble eagerly on his neck to mark him, as you slid your hands under his polo to feel his heated skin on your palms. He let out a moan as you touched a particularly sensitive spot, his eyes closing shut.

You chuckled, "You don't seem like the top attorney to me, Sir."

do not repost © lavynrose 09/05/21

[marzichann]

between you, me, and these bookshelves

synopsis: just the little things that happen in a little bookstore.

— featuring: albedo, ayato, childe, scaramouche x gn!reader (separate)

— cw: modern au, swearing, yn is an avid reader, use of childe's real name, none of the books i mention here are real lol

— author's notes: first headcanon post with multiple characters~ very self indulgent so hope you guys enjoy <3

Working at a bookstore isn't the most glamorous job in the world.

The pay is good for the amount of work you need to do, and most days nothing much happens.

But sometimes, there are just some events that happen between the bookstore's mahogany shelves that make your days just a bit more colorful.

Albedo

The bookstore has a chalkboard stand outside that details new releases, promotions, or events that the store has. Displayed on it are elaborate illustrations or hand-lettering, all of it done by the same person.

And he comes by every other weekend to re-do its contents.

You sometimes watch him as he draws, his nimble hands becoming dusted with colored chalk as he sketches on the blackboard, his light blond hair tied back as he furrows his brow, deep in concentration.

He’s caught you staring a handful of times, to which you turn away in hopes that he doesn’t bring it up. Thankfully he never does.

This week you watch as he colors in his artwork, a dragon and a young man with wings at the center soaring over rolling plains and sharp cliffs.

As the boy gets started with the lettering, you ask him a question.

“Do you really just come up with all this on the spot?”

The boy looks at you with curiosity in his eyes, “So you do talk. And here I was wondering if you just didn’t like talking to me.”

“Well, I don’t exactly know what we can really talk about. You’re a freelancer right?”

He smiles as he returns his attention back to his illustration, “You can say that. Well to answer your first question, I usually have a final outcome in mind before I start sketching. Your boss sends me a gist of what he wants and I draw it. Simple as that.”

You converse with him until he finishes, sprinkling in some questions about his work in between. As he packs up to leave, you ask him one last question.

“I never got your name, chalk boy.”

A silent question, but one that he still understands.

“It’s Albedo.”

The two of you end up striking up an easy conversation every time he visits, with you always watching him draw

If you express interest in his other works, he’ll let you browse his sketchbook 

One day while flipping through his drawings, you begin to see some familiar sights: a vending machine outside a nearby convenience store, a food stall, and the outside of the bookstore. Some pages have small doodles in pencil and ink, and some in color. Others have full illustrations.

The next page that you flip to, though, nearly takes your breath away. 

You find a colorful illustration of the bookstore, a blend of paint and ink. Sunlight streams through the glass walls and envelops the scene in a warm light. Boxes lay strewn on the floor, all of them brimming with books. And among the boxes stands you, a stack of books in hand as a small smile graces your face.

You look up when Albedo spots the page you’re on, “Ah, I hope you don’t mind that I sketched you a handful of times. I tend to draw what I find interesting.

“So is it alright if… I sketched you more often?”

Scaramouche

Scaramouche pisses you off most days.

He distracts you while you try to do your work, he steals the pen by the cash register whenever you need to use it, and worst of all, he always makes fun of whatever book you read.

No matter what genre it is, mystery, fantasy, or heaven forbid, romance, he'll always find something to tease you about.

But it’s odd. For someone who claims to hate every novel that you've taken interest in, you find yourself discussing with him each and every book you’ve read.

“Sure, Forest of Lies had a strong opening,” he starts, leaning back on his chair, “But did the princess seriously need to go through those arbitrary trials just to prove that she was determined to save her kingdom?”

“Fine, I thought it was stupid too,” you say, “But you have to admit, the characters are actually well-written and have interesting subplots. The knight having a backstory connected to the princess’ was a good twist.”

“But does anything really come from that twist? Or was it just there for shock value? When you get to the part where–”

You let out an exaggerated gasp, “Spoilers! I just got past the twist, asshole.”

“You should read faster then!” he says, going into the storage room to fetch some supplies, “Whatever, we’ll continue this when you finish the damn book.”

You’re about to continue reading when Scaramouche pops his head out and adds, “The next two novels in the series go downhill in quality from there. Trust me.”

“But this is a trilogy??”

“That’s the point!”

You realize that he had a point when you finally got to the second book.

Around halfway through reading the book, you catch him reading over your shoulder. You turn to look at him and he simply gives you a smug smile. You simply rolled your eyes and continued reading.

A couple of days go by after you finish the second book when he approaches you.

“What’s the occasion?” you say as Scaramouche hands you a book, a pen, a highlighter, and some book tabs.

It’s a novel on your wishlist, you notice; one that you had mentioned to him in passing. Small colored tabs stick out from the side of the book. Thumbing through the first few pages, you see that he underlined some passages, his neat writing occupying the margins, the blue highlighter bringing your attention to a handful of quotes. Just from reading the first sentence as well as Scaramouche’s comments, you could tell that you were going to enjoy reading this.

But you recall a casual remark he during one of your past conversations — he doesn’t typically annotate his books. Did he do this for you?

“Nothing. Just thought you should read a good book for once,” he answers, not quite looking at you.

“Excuse you, I read good books sometimes.”

“The last book you read, you kept ranting about how the writing wouldn’t just ‘let the characters fucking talk’. Your words, not mine.”

“And the last book you read, you literally couldn’t finish because you kept getting fed up with the protagonist doing nothing.”

He groans, “Are you gonna accept my gift or not?”

You give him an unimpressed look, setting the book and stationery aside, “This novel better be as good as you say it is.”

He was right. The book was actually good. You even ended up adding your own annotations alongside his — like having your own conversation amidst the pages of the book.

His comments, whether they be snarky, insightful, or analytical, definitely enhanced the experience. And thanks to that, you end up finishing the book in just two days.

Another one of your story discussions happens and, amidst the bickering, a book he mentions piques your interest.

After making fun of the ever-growing list of books he wants to read, to which he retorts by saying you’re not better off, an idea pops into your head and you search for the novel he’s looking for.

It’s in a genre you wouldn’t typically go reaching for, but this is the least you could do for him, right?

You spend the next week reading and annotating the book, using the highlighter and tabs Scaramouche had given you to highlight passages and give your comments.

The shocked look on his face when you gave him the copy of the book was definitely worth it.

“Just thought you should read a good book for once,” you say, sliding the book toward him.

“Huh. Don’t you hate this genre?”

“Surprisingly enough I actually liked the story; you have decent recommendations when you’re not being such a dick. So, are you gonna accept my gift or not?”

He rolls his eyes, snatching the book from the table, and mumbling a quiet ‘thanks’. 

You pretend not to see the blush that reaches his ears.

Ayato

It starts off as most days do, with a delivery of new books.

You open the box to find the newest releases as well as some bestsellers. One of the covers catches your eye, the title Child of the Roses emblazoned in front of an illustration of two women laying in a field of red roses — one of the books you’ve always wanted to get your hands on ever since the author announced the plot.

Sure you could purchase the book right now, but your budget for the month didn’t have a lot of wiggle room. And if you did wait until next month, you couldn’t exactly guarantee the availability of the book since it always manages to sell fast.

While you’re restocking the shelves, the door to the store opens, and in come a man and woman with pale blue hair. 

The girl starts looking around while the man walks up to you.

“Does your store happen to sell the book Traingazing?” the man asks. There’s an elegance in the way he carries himself — well-dressed, handsome, and dignified in the way he speaks, “It’s alright if you don’t.” 

You confirm its availability and lead him to the nearby shelves, “You lucked out today, sir. This is our last copy.”

He laughs. Fuck, even his laugh sounds expensive, “Lucky indeed. My sister and I have gone to five stores today just looking for it.”

The girl, his sister, you presume, comes up to you two with a small stack of books in hand, “Did you find it?”

The man holds up the book, its silver-edged pages gleaming in the fluorescent lights of the store, “Got their last copy, too.”

She sighs in relief, “Good. You can finally stop nagging me about you never being able to grab a copy before they sell out.”

“Says the one who dragged me to eight stores looking for a book you ended up hating.”

The siblings leave shortly after purchasing their books. 

The rest of the day passes by as normal. Rush hour usually comes around early afternoon to late evening, when students get out of school and people usually get off work. 

Unfortunately, your shift just about lines up with the store’s more chaotic hours.

You spot a familiar blue-haired man again later that evening while you’re in the middle of helping another customer. He’s browsing the shelves when he spots you.

“Can you help me with something? I’m looking for a gift for my sister.”

“Oh, the girl you were with this afternoon, right? What kind of books does she like?”

He describes the types of books she favors along with a handful of her favorite authors. You lead him to some nearby shelves, picking out some books and giving him a brief synopsis of each one. He listens intently to each of your suggestions, his lilac eyes focused on you.

As you’re finishing up, he spots a book behind you and grabs it from the shelf. You spot the familiar title, Child of the Roses. As usual, whenever you restock it, it’s the last one in stock. “You thinking of buying that one? It’s our last copy.”

The man reads the synopsis as you summarize the plot, “Seems like quite the interesting book if it got you so excited.”

You laugh at his remark, “Well, I’ve been wanting to read that book for a while now, but I never manage to get a copy before they sell out.”

He considers the book before saying, “Is that so?”

Your co-worker calls for you before you can respond, saying that they need help with manning the cash register.

After almost an hour of helping with scanning barcodes and packing books, the blue-haired man stands in front of the counter.

He holds up Child of the Roses, “If it’s alright, I’d like to make this a separate purchase.”

Figures he’d buy the book if the reviews and your excited ramblings are anything to go off of. While you were sad that the chance to purchase the novel had once again slipped away, at least you could be reassured that it would be in good hands.

After giving him the book and the receipt, he simply hands them both back to you, “You were quite passionate when you described the book to me. I thought I should buy it for you before someone else gets it.”

This has to be a dream, “Are you sure you want to give this to me? I mean don’t get me wrong! I’m grateful, but don’t you want to read this, too?”

A smile graces his face, “Of course. You helped me find what I was looking for this afternoon, so this is the least I can do for you.”

When you finally get home and settle down for the evening, you open the book, intending to get through just one chapter.

That’s when you find a calling card in between the pages of the index and the first chapter, the name Kamisato Ayato in immaculate handwriting on one side along with his number.

On the back was a message: I’m actually currently reading Child of the Roses, so I have no need for another copy. But if you’d like, we could go out sometime and read it together. What do you say?

Childe

Most days there's not really much to do aside from the usual talking to customers, restocking the shelves, and helping close up shop. 

So sometimes you read just to pass the time. 

You’re just finishing up a chapter when the door to the store opens.

Ajax, you learn his name, is a massive flirt. Instead of talking to you like a normal person, he instantly says the cheesiest pickup line you’ve ever heard.

“I don’t need glasses,” he says, leaning on the counter, “ ‘cause I can clearly see that we were meant to be.”

It’s way too early for this shit, “... sir are you going to buy a book or not?”

He tips his head back and laughs, “C’mon! You have to admit that one was good.”

And he’s come by the store every so often ever since.

He’s quite the chatterbox too, talking about anything he can think of whenever you scan his items at the counter.

You learn he’s an older brother when he asks you for book recommendations for his younger siblings. His attentiveness to his siblings’ taste in literature never fails to put a smile on your face.

You also learn that he’s very knowledgeable in literature.

He comments on one of the books you’re reading during one of his visits, talking about his favorite scenes as well as discussing the characters with you.

A week of nearly daily visits turns into a month, with you getting used to his corny pick-up lines and little conversations.

But then it suddenly stops. A week passes without Ajax’s visits.

You don’t think too much of it until that one week turned into three. 

He was under no obligation to come back every day, of course. He was a customer, at the end of the day, and there was never any guarantee that he wouldn’t suddenly stop visiting the bookstore nearly every day.

But you couldn’t help feeling dejected at the thought of just never seeing him again.

Then, on one unassuming Monday afternoon, a familiar face returns to the store.

“Hope you didn’t miss me too much,” Ajax winks at you, “Mind if you help me look for a book?”

You smile, doing your best to hide your surprise, “Good to see you’re still doing well.”

He gives a vague description of what he’s looking for: a sci-fi series that’s appropriate for his little brother Teucer, the third book to a series his sister Tonia is currently reading, and “whatever you think is good” for him.

Walking over to the shelves, you could feel his eyes on you as you started picking out the books for his siblings. A soft smile is on his face when you turn to face him, becoming wider when your eyes meet his.

“You were gone for a while,” you say, unsure of how to continue. His life is none of your business and like hell were you going to admit that you missed him.

He sighs, “Yeah. Work has been a lot these past few weeks, but now that it’s loosened up I can finally start seeing my favorite person more often.”

“Your favorite person huh?”

“Getting the chance to talk to you is the highlight of my visits. Of course you’d be my favorite person.”

He leans in close to you, “Y’know, I just realized that I’ve lost my number. So can I have yours?”

You roll your eyes, still smiling, “You could have just asked for my number like a normal person.”

Ajax laughs, and you find yourself wishing you could listen to it every day.

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Ok, hear me out-

Genshin men cuddling with our thighs.

Thigh pillows! The best kind!

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma, Childe, Pantalone, Al-Haitham, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, cuddles, hickies, teasing, thigh biting, suggestive at some parts (Itto, Childe, Al-Haitham, Zhongli)

A/N: Honestly the thing I really love about my body are my thighs. They're very squishable, I love thighs.

Kaeya likes to lay his cheek against your thigh when he's laying on his stomach and between your legs. It's not that he's doing anything lewd he just think your thighs are really warm and soft, he likes the way they feel. Plus he can use the opportunity to tickle you since his hair is usually untied when he's resting.

Diluc genuinely falls asleep when he's resting on your thighs. You know this. It's also your secret weapon when you want him to catch a few more hours of sleep. It's cute, the way he mumbles in his sleep and turns his head, one hand resting on your knee for support while you run your hand against his cheek.

Itto likes to cuddle with your thighs but he's careful when he does because of his horns. Will take the opportunity to mark his territory however. How can he resist when your thigh look so munchable to him. They're very sensitive too so his bite marks stay there for a few days if he bites a little harder. You let him because you know he'll kiss them better later.

Thoma will rest his chin on your thighs as he hugs them close to each other and just spend the time in silence enjoying your touch as you run your hand through his hair. Kisses them if he feels like teasing you a little but most of the time he likes to use your thighs as his personal head resting place.

Childe always stares at your thighs when you're training. He never hides his appreciation of them, running his hands across them when you're in his lap, making you sigh and melt against him. Loves to kiss them, climbing upwards little by little and then back down to your knee. Watches you with hooded eyes all the while, wondering if you'll ask for more or if you have the self-control to resist.

Pantalone never thought much about thighs until one night when he was reading papers until late at night and fell asleep. He woke up with his head resting in your lap. He was tired, they felt nice, he just couldn't find it in him to get up and ask you how long he was asleep. From then on he takes little power naps in the exact same way.

Al-Haitham gets flustered whenever you offer him your thighs to cuddle with. They're very close to a certain other place where he could spend hours but he doesn't want to risk you getting any ideas. Is always respectable when he has his head in your lap, unless you explicitly ask him not to be.

Zhongli hugs you close to him while he rests his head in your lap. His hands are on your hips or wrapped around you. Kisses you a whole lot when he's like that, you even feel a few teasing, strategically placed licks in a few places he knows drive you absolutely wild. He always huffs out a warm, soft laugh when he knows his mannerisms are getting to you. You're too cute not to tease.

[marzichann]

how would you like your hug?

Having a terrible day? Need a pick-me-up? Let’s ask the boys for a hug because we all need at least one hug. Basically reader is feeling down and asks the boys for a hug and this is how they’ll do it c:

As a side note, I seriously need a hug because figuring out a schedule for a 9-person group is horrendous.

The boys feat. Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Cyno, Diluc, Kaeya, Kazuha, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Xiao and Zhongli

Albedo: If he’s doing some experiment, Albedo will stop it as safely as possible. He’ll walk over slowly, carefully and reaches for your hand, pulling you closer before he slowly but surely envelops you into his arms. In his most soothing voice, he’ll ask you if you need anything more: a cup of hot chocolate, a blanket, a longer hug. Afterwards, he’ll take you around Dragonspine for a bit, to calm your head and heart. The physical act of walking with your significant other that almost always cheers you up.

Alhaitham: Factually tells you that hugs reduce stress all the while holding you tightly in his embrace. You have your arms wrapped around his waist, hands against his back and face buried against his neck. Definitely the type to continue telling you about the body’s physiological responses to sadness and stress but.. he doesn’t use his know-it-all voice. Alhaitham whispers it softly against your ear and his low baritone voice soothes your soul. He says these things to distract you from your stress and pains and it always works.

Ayato: He’s sitting down when you approach him for a quick embrace. He still a bit before reaching out towards you. When you reach back, Ayato gently tugs and pulls you into his lap. He has his hand softly petting teh side of your face, pushing back some few hairs and he’ll ask you if you’d like to talk about it. If you do, you both sit there and talk for bit, and he never loses his hold around your waist. If you say no, he’ll bring you against his chest and hold you until night falls. You hear people coming in and out and even though you try to pull away, to let him work, he always kindly dismisses them and refuses to see anyone but you.

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[marzichann]

꒰ ☀️🌙⭐️ l ❝ POLY CYNONARI HEADCANNONS ❞

ㅤㅤ→ pairing: general cyno x forest watcher tighnari x gn!reader

ㅤ→ cw: nsfw & sfw (both marked), poly relationship (cause love triangles are stupid and I love cynonari sm), reader is a zoology scholar who's left the akademiya, drug use (marked)

ㅤㅤ→ art credit: rinbedo on twt

ㅤㅤ❝ SAFE FOR WORK ROMANTIC HEADCANNONS ❞

cyno and tighnari are lovers, it’s canon cause i’m actually hoyoverse. i believe that they started "dating" a year after they met. however, their definition of "dating" is not the same as most would say. they don't really do dates, but they do spend quality time together. its canon that they write letters to each other, but I think that they come up with code that no one else can decipher (except for you when you come into the picture) so that no one really knows what they're saying to each other.

i would imagine that since cyno is out so often, he and tighnari had the conversation that if something happens with another it happens. as long as they tell the other and are always loyal to each other. after all, they both have their needs, but if they're being honest they're both too busy to actually engage in anyone but eachother. so it really hasn't been an issue. also since tighnari's kind mate for life he really doesn't want anyone but cyno... or at least he thought.

i think your introduction to their relationship would probably come from tighnari. you showed up one day at the village and wanted to know more about tighnari's work. while tighnari specializes in botany, he's not completely in the dark about zoology. however, he does find your work interesting!! your zoology skills and his botany skills really helped his library of knowledge on the ecology of the forest.

while tighnari will admit he finds you attractive, in order to tighnari to actually fall in love with you, he needs time. it'll probably be months before he realizes that he even likes you. and by that time you've met cyno!

the first time you met cyno actually, you couldn't help but be so flustered at his presence. tighnari could tell immediately, although cyno couldn't. tighnari actually thought it was very cute. you didn't know they were in a relationship so what's the harm? he knows his partner is very attractive! and he finds you attractive so he doesn't get the usual sense of protective will. the time you found out they were in a relationship you had accidentally walked in on them kissing. you squeaked and rushed out, blush on your face. cyno and tighnari looked at each other after you left and chuckled before returning to their daily routine.

the moment that tighnari realized he has feelings (not in love just yet) for you was when he saw you teaching collei and helping her study. you had such a... domestic aura to you that just made his tail swish more than it should. for his entire life, he thought his kind only would mate with one. he thought he was cheating on cyno, but he realized that he loves cyno still.

he decides to go into sumeru city to see if they had any books on his kind. there was only one, but it didn't give him the answers he needed. tighnari was literally star-struck. he never thought it was possible that he would want TWO mates, but here he was.

he decided to write cyno about it. he wanted cyno to get to know you more. he knew you found cyno attractive, and he wasn't blind to how you looked at him either. it definitely was not the same as you looked at other forest rangers. your gaze was... soft, admiration-coated, and something else he couldn't quite tell.

when cyno finally arrives, tighnari suddenly suggested an expedition between the three of you. sly fox huh? honestly, he just wanted to see how well you two would get along and a sort of... test run to see if his thoughts of all three of you would work out. he was so glad to learn how well you and cyno got along.

on one night of the expedition, tighnari was in a bit of a silly goofy mood if you will. he decided that when you were out getting firewood, he would make some... moves on cyno. cyno was hesitant at first, but caught onto tighnari's plan. cyno throughout the trip had really thought about tighnari's letter and he wanted to engage with his request.

when you came back to tighnari and cyno making out with each other, you wanted to escape. however, you couldn't help but peak through the hands that you had used to cover your eyes. the sound of wood dropping alerted them, and they looked back at you.

"care to join us?" tighnari says as you almost shit yourself. you kinda just pointed at yourself.

"me?? but aren't you... two..." cyno laughs at your bashful state.

"would you like to make it us three?" cyno bluntly says. he was not one to beat around the bush like tighnari, although tighnari really only did it to tease.

and from that day on, it was the three of you!! now we can FINALLY get into some actual headcannons.

lets do some more cyno since I've really been talking about tighnari a lot.

since tighnari has a hard time with the desert and the heat, cyno asks if you wanted him to escort you into the desert so you could do some research on the animals living there. since you also had gained some botany skills, you decide to surprise tighnari with some notes about the desert. tighnari is so delighted about it.

but getting back to the desert, cyno is such a caring lover. he's a cancer and he cares a lot for you and tighnari. he would literally rip apart temples for you if it meant you were safe. honestly you have to tell him that you have a vision and you know how to fight too!! us cancers can be kinda overbearing with our love, so you'll have to discuss it with him if it becomes too much. just know, he does it out of love rather than looking down on you.

a small break for some cyno body headcanons!!! cyno is short, but he is very very very muscular. like he does not have a lot of fat on his body. he has a strict diet but does allow himself to treat himself every once in a while. he doesn't like to drink unless it's with you and tighnari.

i'd say cyno is about 5'6 and 174 lb. his muscles weigh a lot more. he also has a high metabolism and so he has a little snack pack with trail mix tighnari has made for him. another thing is he has a lot of scars on his body and despite his canon skin having minimal tattoos, i'd like to think he has a lot more than he leads onto. a lot of them being cultural.

while cyno is skinnier, he can bench press about 250 lb. i mean he's literally thrown men twice his size like they weighed NOTHING. WITH ONE ARM. bro is jacked for real drop the workout routine.

back to our regularly scheduled headcanons-- cyno and tighnari are not very communicative in their relationship? they've just known each other so long that they're able to read each other really easily. this is something they have to adapt to with you now entering their lives. they can tend to seem like "they know better" so again if they won't communicate you'll have to probably do a lot of it before they realize "oh shit yeah we need to talk about things a lot more"

it's not that they don't talk about relationship issues or problems, it's that it's rare for them to do so since they're used to just knowing.

when cyno is in town, you guys like to either go out on expeditions together (maybe camping or research projects) or have nights in together where you and tighnari cook while cyno makes a fire in tighnari's fireplace (pretend he has one). cyno also prepares the couch with plenty of blankets and pillows for you to all cuddle!!

collei will sometimes join you guys and it's like one big happy family. however... she's not invited to everything as sometimes it can get spicy.

speaking of collei, quick round of family headcanons. collei and you go out on trips together because she wants to learn about animals and tighnari's not an expert as much as you are. plus bonding time!! you also help her study, but also give her tests on your own material. when tighnari was struck down, you and collei took over his duties and didn't allow tighnari to do much except do paperwork. he was not happy about it but boo hoo cry to the fungi tighnari.

ANOTHER QUICK BREAK FOR TIGHNARI BODY HEADCANONSSSS!!!! woooooo aren't you guys excited? no? whatever I'm still gonna say them. tighnari is not very toned, he just has muscles in certain areas. tighnari has a little more body fat on him but that's just cause he doesn't actually "work out" and just does his job. however, he has arm muscles and back muscles for DAYYSSSS since he’s a bow user. he also has pretty toned legs and calves from walking and climbing everywhere. he's a bit on the taller side but he's skinner. he's about 5'9 and 160 pounds. he also has lightning scars that cover his body but they've faded a bit. he also has a lot of moles across his body. he actually has a pattern of moles that's similar to his constellation on the back of his left bicep. you pointed it out to him one day and he was like "oh you're right." it's not perfectly accurate, but it's cute.

okay okay we're back to the headcanons and we'll stick to em I promise. let's talk a little more about you three together. As I've mentioned above and in previous posts, tighnari, cyno and you all have secret codes. codes are everything in cyno's world, and while you and tighnari don't usually use them while at home, the three of you use them very often when in public with one another. poly relationships are still a bit taboo to a lot of people, so you don't tell a lot of people. and while tighnari and cyno aren't sappy lovers in any way... they're classy lovers. you guys use hand signals to tell each other how much you love each other.

similar to that, cyno sends both you and tighnari separate letters. he wants to make sure that you both know he loves you together and separately. that he loves you both equally. so he wants to spoil you both. ALSO! he sends you both gifts all the time! he's the general mahamatra, he makes a lot of fucking money. cyno's love language is definitely gifts and physical touch. while tighnari's is acts of service and quality time. they really do make you feel so fucking special. and you make them feel whole. they would do anything to protect you.

im gonna try to wrap this part up so we can get to the nsfw portion, but lets go through some domestic headcanons!

tighnari is usually the one to cook if it's all three of you. he's a talented chef (not the best but not the worst by a long shot). he's always trying out new things so if you want him to make one of your favs you'll have to ask or usually, he will randomly do it out of the blue if he has the ingredients.

since tighnari usually cooks, cyno handles cleaning up. you'll usually set the table and either help tighnari or cyno. it depends on who wants your affection more.

since cyno has to leave quite often, he'll usually take either you, tighnari, or both of you on adventures. he likes to have alone time with both of you since you and tighnari get a lot of alone time together. he's not jealous (slightly), he just wants to be able to appreciate both of you on his own time.

sleeping with all three of you can be very warm. usually, cyno or yourself will be sandwiched. tighnari doesn't like it cause you two tend to roll onto his tail or it'll get too warm for him. also sometimes when cyno surprises you two and you're cuddling, he has to hold back the childish urge to dogpile you guys.

cyno and tighnari will teach you how to fight if you don't already know how to. if you have a vision or not, they will always ask you to spar to make sure you're keeping up with your training. they don't want to baby you, its just to make sure you're safe.

also one thing-- they. will. not. baby. you. they are not your parents, they are your lovers. they can protect you, be protective, but they will NEVER, make you feel like you can't do anything. they trust you with their lives and they hate babying people. tighnari especially.

some nicknames that they'll both use are "love" "flower" "princess/prince/royalty" (usually tighnari teasing and regardless of your gender he'll call you princess just to piss you off). tighnari usually uses your name cause he just likes how it falls off his tongue. cyno prefers pet names cause he's actually a secret hopeless romantic. cyno will call you all the cheesy nicknames you've probably seen in other fics "desert flower" "lotus" redcrest berry." OHHHH tighnari sometimes likes to call you "stinky" just cause it's funny. you could smell so good but he'll still call you it just to poke fun.

finally, cyno and tighnari are very different but similar lovers. they try to make sure you're all loved equally. they're able to read emotions very well and so they will always check in on you and try to make sure they can do anything to help you. again no babying, just loving. just make sure you're giving love as much as you're receiving it.

ㅤㅤ❝ NOT SAFE FOR WORK ROMANTIC HEADCANNONS ❞

firstly lets get these out of the way:

cyno: top/switch | 7 inches | skinner

tighnari: bottom/switch | 6 inches | girthier

it really depends a lot on who's more tired for who tops. cyno just has a lot more stamina so he just usually tops. however, tighnari tops when he's frustrated.

that was until you came into the mix. they're probably gonna prefer that you also be a switch, but they won't judge you for your preference.

cyno's hands are rough and gritty, it's from going to the desert so often. tighnari's hands are strong but soft. his hands actually have retractable claws. its really cute.

cyno likes to tease you both by putting BOTH of you on his shoulders and carrying you to bed. you're giggling while tighnari is flustered and hitting cyno's back. he'll throw you both onto the bed and crack his knuckles all menacingly.

cyno is a mean top, but it's NOTHING compared to tighnari. especially when he's frustrated?? good luck thinking either of you will cum.

cyno is more of a giver where as tighnari is more of a receiver. tighnari likes head and cyno likes giving it. cyno is actually like really good at it... like its suspicious how good he is at it. tighnari is good with his hands more than his mouth. mostly cause he likes to tease/dirty talk you and cyno and he can’t do that if his mouth is occupied.

the way things usually work is tighnari or you are sandwiched in between each other. however, you guys do a lot of things. whether it's two of you having sex while the other watches, or having one person being the "pillow princess" and getting edged for days. when it's you, you will literally be teased for HOURS. when it's you and cyno teasing tighnari, he'll be such a brat. cyno has to pull out his "general" voice and tighnari will be so weak, and tbh so will you.

cyno can be a very strict top. he won't give in and if he asks you to do something, he won't do anything else until you do it. mans is disciplined.

they both like to hit it from the back if possible. and that's usually for rougher sex. when they want to be softer, they prefer to be able to see the other's face, whoever it is.

cyno and tighnari will degrade or praise you, whatever you want. same with spanking or whatever kind of pain you'd like. i mean they won't do it hardcore pain. they still love you so they don't wanna hurt you.

if you're the bottom in this instance, tighnari usually likes to fuck your throat while cyno fucks you from behind. they also both growl?? tighnari when he bottoms will whimper and cyno is pretty silent overall. BUT THEY BOTH GROWL? you call them furries once and cyno laughs but tighnari is not amused. tighnari will smack your head playfully and then thrust harshly into your throat.

cyno likes to cum on your stomach or ass while tighnari likes to cum inside you. his "feral instincts" so just be glad he buys you contraceptives if you're afab and always cleans you up if your amab. he won't care if you're able to get preg, he doesn't want kids he just likes doing it.

cyno likes it when you pull his hair and tighnari likes it when you pull on his tail, he does not like it, however, if you pull on his ears or hair harshly. he'll let out an "ouch" and tell you not to do it again in a serious tone. his hair is pretty sensitive but his tail feels good for some reason.

cyno likes it when you call him "general" or "sir" and tighnari just likes it when you call his name. tighnari is just not really into pet names? he just doesn't get it.

they both also really like to mark you. so you'll have to tell them to do it where someone can't see if you're easily embarrassed by it. tighnari is a bit of a little shit and will leave one in a spot that you can cover it mostly up but if someone paid close attention they would see the tip of it.

tighnari likes to bite and cyno likes to leave scratch marks. he also likes it if you mark him. tighnari doesn't thou. tighnari is a bit of a picky lover sometimes.

cyno also likes to tie you both up, and he'll roleplay if you guys are down for it. tighnari doesn't really mind it either way. tighnari is really just here for the ride.

tw: drug use for just this point. speaking of tighnari, he'll... offer the use of some mushrooms that he did some research on. it's supposed to be "sex liberating" so it's basically just mushroom viagra. he'll also offer the genshin equivalent of weed. high sex is so good <3

also know this, not every time you have sex will it be with all three of you. most times it's you and tighnari since you're around each other the most. sometimes it'll be just you and cyno, and sometimes it'll be cyno and tighnari. it really just depends on the situation and whose around. you need to not get jealous because of it thou or else they'll be very hesitant around you. this isn't a love triangle, it's a poly relationship so.

i think cyno secretly wants to be the bottom a lot of the time, but he's actually a bit to shy to say it?? like he just think you'll tease him, so pls spoil him and make him the pillow princess. tighnari will tend to just watch on this one because seeing cyno get topped by you is so hot to him.

let's talk about aftercare! it's actually really nice! while you all can't shower or bath together, you'll have to take turns there. but tighnari has so many products he's made that help with soreness, dehydration, etc. cyno will carry you or tighnari if you're too sore. he can tend to get pretty rough so he's gonna apologize for it. tighnari likes to stay with his cock inside whoever it is for a bit. just cause he likes the feeling (he really likes cock-warming).

overall, they're very... fascinating lovers, romantically and sexually. you're gonna have to learn to share both of them if you haven't already and you're gonna have to take the good and the bad. as long as you aren't selfish and are willing to give back what you take, you'll have a loving relationship with two of the hottest guys in all of sumeru.

author’s note;

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i honestly like this, but it feels all over the place. I'm leaning to write poly so please please please offer feedback if you can!! i like how cyno is a desperate puppy and tighnari couldn't care less LMAO he does care he just doesn't wanna show it

❝ navi post ❞

[marzichann]

501 sys̵̜͌tǝm¿eŗ̴̦̗͑̈rọ̷̭̆̑̕̚͝Ȑ̶̨̅̾̔͊r̸͎̜̱̀̚r̴̰̖̪̯̯͛̈́͒̅r̵̨̢͎̣͖̻̜̙̣̦̦͉̝̣̦̯͎̙͓̹̤͈̦̼̺͇͂̅̔̆̋̈́̈͛̃ɹ̷̗̟͒̊̓͋r̵̙̟͇̝̾̆ͅR̷͍̙̺̯̽̔͑̿̂ͅr̸̲̫͖͓͒̋r̵̼̳͉̻̎̿͌́͘ɹ̶̛̤̹̪̪͍̅̽ᴚ̶̛͎̖͖̀̅̒ͅɹ̵̥͉̭͇̅ͅɹ̶̢͎̥̩̟̀

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, tighnari, cyno, al haitham

◇ tags ◇ yandere!character, implied slight yandere!reader (al haitham), petnames (my love, dear - zhongli), spoiler for cyno’s story quest (tighnari)

◇ a/n ◇ @abyssmal-skies psy you probably already forgot this prompt but this is still your fault just so you know-

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

your lover might have used a knowledge capsule containing unknown information - but hey, what’s the worst that could happen, right?

... right?

“how peculiar,” zhongli comments as he inspects the capsule’s chassis, the greenish glow making his eyes darken into a brownish shade, “you said this contained information about a prophecy of a future disaster that is foreseen to befall liyue?”

if there’s anything you can confidently say about your lover in certainty, it’s the love he holds for the nation he creates. and so, when you stumble upon the seller, as shady looking as she was, you couldn’t just walk away.

“that’s what the merchant said,” you say, fingers twisting in worry, “i did think it was a scam, but i mean - sumeru is the land of the god of wisdom, and these are lord kusanali's inventions. though there’s a chance that it’s not going to be useful, there’s also a chance that whatever is in that capsule would still be beneficial, at least?”

“hmm. well, it is right of you to worry. however, i do agree. gaining more knowledge is, more often than not, a good thing. besides, seeing as you’ve paid for the item, it would be a waste to not use it. i see no harm in perusing it as intended, but just in case, let me do it first.”

the akasha terminal glows as he connects with the capsule, amber eyes closing, his brows furrowing in concentration as the information transferred directly onto his mind. the whole process barely lasts for five seconds, but you wait anxiously and inches closer to your lover as his eyes open-

“….. zhongli?”

he blinks once, slowly, as if he has to clear his mind out from a daze before he turns towards you. the same gentle smile spreads on his lips, yet you can’t help but feel that something is… amiss.

and then you realize his gloved fingers are locked onto your wrists in a vicelike grip.

“dear, you were right.”

“huh?! wait, is a disaster really going to befall liyue?! that’s bad, we should inform the qixing-”

“there is no need for that.”

“huh? what do you-”

“as long as you’re safe, it doesn’t matter. now, let’s forget about the insignificant things. are we not on a vacation? you said you wanted to see sumeru’s local products, yes? i believe there is a marketplace called the grand bazaar-”

as he leads you toward the direction of the bustling street, you stare at him in confusion. he looks and acts just as loving as your beloved, and yet this can’t be the same man that you know - your zhongli would have put liyue as his first priority.

“wait. wait, please - what… what was in that capsule?! we have to go back to that merchant! something’s clearly wrong-”

“nothing’s wrong, dear.”

the hold he has around your wrist tightens, nails (talons?) digging into your skin, and your eyes water in both pain and panic at this point.

your zhongli would have never hurt you like this.

“no! you-you’re scaring me! let go of me!” you try to jerk your arm away to escape from his grasp, but the effort you put in merely makes him sigh in calm disappointment.

a gasp escapes your lips when the ex-archon suddenly pulls you closer with a harsh tug, your body colliding against his as his other arm circles around you to rest on your back.

“don’t flail about like that, my love. what if you hurt yourself?”

your zhongli would have never made you feel unsafe. and yet as you look into the same amber eyes, instead of the usual warmth spreading across your body, all you could feel in your chest is the coldness of fear.

perhaps this really would be the downfall of liyue, for since the first time after its creation, their god has finally abandoned them?

“[name], where’s that package from akademiya-”

tighnari’s question halts when his eyes swept across the darkened empty room. though your curtains are drawn and normal humans would only be able to barely make out silhouettes of the furniture, he can clearly see that you’re not inside.

with a confused hum, he snoops on your desk, knowing that you won't mind. one object, in particular, catches his eye.

that knowledge capsule must be the so-called ‘package’ from the akademiya.

tighnari clicks his tongue and approaches your desk, lifting the item, which casts a bright pulsing green light into his eyes.

well. best to get this over with as fast as possible.

he has to fiddle a bit with his akasha terminal, but the process comes naturally to him. knowledge rushed into his consciousness, but as the first stream hit he immediately knew something was wrong.

the world fades to black momentarily as the data transfer commences.

…

…

…

the capsule drops with a loud thud on your bedroom floor. ears flicking, tail swishing in agitation, the forest ranger stared in a daze as a sense of urgency suddenly built up inside of him.

his baser animal instinct hisses and snarls.

how could he be so nai̴ve?

wrong. you’re not here. it’s all wrong.

he has to get you.̶

he has to get you and bring you into his nest, where you belong.

nȯ̷͓ͅw.̷̡̢̧͈͈̌́̂

his legs move before he could finish the thought. in his hurry, he forgets to close the door completely. the eerie glow of the knowledge capsule casts an ominous luminescence onto a fallen piece of paper on the wooden floor.

“[name], we found this on yesterday’s patrol in one of the abandoned camps. there were loads of empty crates and a list of ‘client names’. we know what it is, but we’re not sure how to use it (and whether we should even try to) and we don’t know what its contents are; maybe you can ask tighnari to advise on what to do about it?”

the metal cuffs he used to detain the criminal clatter against the wooden desk, and cyno sighs tiredly as he slumps onto the chair. yet another criminal jailed and waiting for trial. the scholar just had to make it difficult for both of them, refusing to come with him and always trying to escape his watch.

now’s that’s all settled with, however, here comes the harder part.

vermillion eyes fall onto the papers and the bag of evidence, and he sighs once more, although this time it was more of an 'i really don't want to do this' sigh. but cyno is dedicated and diligent, and so, despite his dislike towards the activity, he proceeds to fill in the reports.

yet moments later, he stumbles upon a question he could not answer.

— what is the content of the stolen knowledge capsule?

….

well, only one way to find out.

the sensation of using a knowledge capsule washes over him. for a short duration, he was rigid, unable to focus on anything but the sudden onslaught of information poured into his head-

cyno’s fist hits the wooden table when the link disconnects.

his eyes squeezed shut. his head swirls. his heart rate steadily escalates.

his mind is full. so full. overflowingly full. overwhelmingly full.

of yoǘ̶ͅ.

“[name].”

his chest tightens.

“[name]. [name]. [name]. [name]. [name]. [name]-̴̙͎̠͆”

out of the corner of his eyes, he catches the glint of metal (strong, durable, steady). his hand reaches out to take the object, fingers carefully tracing the material (cold, unlike your warmth, which he misses so dearly). it’s dirtied and he’ll have to wash it first (for nothing shall sully your skin), but it would do.

no dirty blood should touch your skin. no eyes should fall onto your beautiful visage. no. you are pure and good and his. how had he not realized this before? this should have been the bare minimum for you! he is your protector. he is the very definition of just and he is the only individual who is suited to keep you saf̶e.

“wait for me, [name].”

he h̴̹̎as to keep you safe.

your lover is, for the most part, always rational and seemingly indifferent to his surroundings.

which is exactly why you love riling him up. pressing buttons and flicking switches to see which ones trip him up the most, which makes him flustered, which makes him tick. it’s a fun little game, and you know al haitham finds amusement in it too, despite his ‘complaints’. it’s a dynamic that works out wonderfully, you think.

but sometimes, you want more.

“-and what, pray tell, were you discussing? why would you waste your time talking to kaveh of all people?”

“oh come on, don’t be mean! kaveh’s great. it wasn’t a waste of time at all!”

“having insubstantial conversations are categorized as ‘wasting time’, i believe.”

mo̷re.

“oh, haitham... just admit that you’re jealous.”

“what a ridiculous accusation. why should i be afraid of some mindless fool flailing to sweep you off your feet? he is incapable of doing so.”

“oh i dunno, his latest design for his thesis was quite awe-inspiring. i think he really nailed the functionality and aesthetic down,” you tap the knowledge capsule with your fingers with a wink and a cheeky grin, “you should see it for yourself. i’m sure you’ll change your mind.”

your boyfriend regards you with an unimpressed frown, although he can’t fight the curiosity of his scholarly mind to draw his focus onto the said contraption within your grasp. with a knowing giggle, you toss it towards the scribe and shrug, announcing that you were going out to get some food after a quick wash-up.

𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌

𝒕𝒐𝒄𝒌

m̸͎͗ore.

𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌

𝒕𝒐𝒄𝒌

you barely made it two steps out of the bathroom when you’re cornered by your boyfriend. the red lines on his eyes seem to be shining as much as the reds of his terminal, and you tilt your head in question.

“so? how was kaveh’s-”

“don’t.”

the harsh grip on your shoulder and the hard wall your back smacked onto made you wince, but al haitham barely bats an eye from your distress.

“stop saying his name. st̵̲̾op saying other people’s name.”

a shiver runs up your spine, and you silently nod. there’s an exhale of breath before a soft pressure rests against your forehead. through your lashes, you see him melt against you, eyes closed. red. green. red. green-

“i’ll go get that food first, okay?”

-red.

“don’t. stay̵̠̘̙̩͛ here. i’ll go.”

red. red. red.

“here’s the rest of the payment, dori.”

“ohoho~ splendid! always so pleased to do business with you!”

“oh no, the pleasure is mine.”

“i presume the capsule is working as intended, then?”

“it was adorable, the way he comes running like a puppy to his master.”

“gosh~ out of all my customers, you sure are one of the strange ones….. [name].”

you chuckle and wave her goodbye, quite sure that your lover was going to turn port ormos upside down any time now, when he finally realizes that you’ve given him the slip.

oh, you’re so looking forward to this pleasant change in your life.

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[marzichann]

winter activities

characters: kamisato ayato, diluc ragnvindr, tighnari, arataki itto, childe content: fem! reader, minor spoilers for ayato and childe’s backgrounds notes: happy 2023 and here’s to the revival of the blog!

kamisato ayato — building snowmen

ayato didn’t get much of a chance to have a childhood, given that he not only began training to take over the kamisato clan at a fairly young age but had to actually assume the role as head of the clan and restore it to its former glory not long after

so you weren’t super shocked when thoma told you that ayato never really participated in any of the winter fun when it snowed in inazuma. “milord always had a meeting to attend or paperwork to do,” thoma said. “all that, coupled with the fact that inazuma doesn’t get a lot of snow, he just never really had the chance”

well, this winter, inazuma saw the most snowfall it had in a long time, and you were determined to help ayato makeup for those lost moments of childhood

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[marzichann]

TIGHNARI: # something tremendous

word count. 1k. genre. brainrotted scenario. potentially platonic or romantic.

overview. life at the akademiya was never what you wanted it to be. you didn't just want to read and report, you wanted to learn, to experience. all it took was sitting through one of tighnari's lectures to spark this into a brand new life.

author's note. i planned to entirely trash this fic, but at the request of @duckymcdoorknob , i finished it and am now posting it. perhaps not the best example of my plot-generating potential, but if you just wanna hang out with tighnari for two minutes, this lil fic is for you.

Tighnari’s goal had always been to train you, to do his duty as a Forest Watcher and instructor to pass on his knowledge to yet another rookie in the rainforest. As for taking you on as his apprentice, he hadn’t exactly foreseen it, but it was necessary and reasonable. The fondness he grew for you, unlike that which he’d had for anyone before you, however, was far from what he might have predicted.

He met you on one of the days he requested to give a lecture on a Forest Watcher's duties, after which you approached him with a question. An innocent question, indeed, but not a common one. “Master,” you said, “is there any chance you might teach us about more complex herbal medicines in future sessions?”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Perhaps I must clarify. You do realize, young scholar, that my specialty lies in botany and ecology, not pharmaceutical sciences, don’t you? Anything I may have mentioned during my talk was only to illuminate differences between species, as well as highlight practical uses of common ones.”

“I realize this, yes,” you said, “but your knowledge already surpasses that which I have accumulated during four years of study.”

“Is that so?”

You nodded briefly. “I studied medicine at the Akademiya, but found it all a bit cold and detached. As interested as I am in the subject, I cannot learn under such underwhelming conditions. Friends referred me to you and your practices, advising me that if I didn’t like libraries and desks I would be better off in the rainforest cleaning statues of bird feces.”

Tighnari lightly sucked air in through his teeth at this. “Your friends may not have meant well by such counsel.”

You tilted your head, as if such a thing hadn’t occurred to you. “Perhaps not. But I cannot believe that, because of how I enjoyed your lecture.” You shook your head, smiling assuredly. “No, I am quite sure they knew this would be best.”

“And you are interested in herbal medicine?”

You shrugged. “It’s what I have the most background in. But… really, I feel as if I could be interested in anything, if I were to learn it from you.”

Such a comment of flattery—of interest—was hardly rare, but there was something grappling about the way you had sat through his lecture, hanging on every word as if it might change your life… The Forest Watcher scrutinized your expression, looking for any hint of ill-intent. Satisfied to find none but a sparkle of curiosity, he laughed. “Alright, then. I suppose we’ll meet again soon.”

“Master, you haven’t answered my question!”

“You’ll find out the answer soon enough.”

The following morning, you found an envelope addressed “to the young scholar,” below which was your name, and inside, a succinct letter requesting your presence that afternoon for an “herb-securing excursion.”

From there, you went from a new pupil to an apprentice… to a dear friend. You managed to shed the title of “young scholar” quickly enough, as your remark upon how similar your ages most likely were had been met with an obliging “you may be right” — but you did not escape, nor intend to escape, the seniority he held over you. You remained a humble and dilligent apprentice, striving first to learn and second to lessen his workload in ways that you could.

Once, a quarrel broke out between the two of you because of this secondary habit of yours. He was just arriving home, the sun barely disappeared behind the hill, and you were tending to the greenery just outside his hut.

“As my apprentice, I know you take on as much as you can to learn. But you must stick to your own duties.”

“You’re tired, Master,” you pleaded. “I see it every day when you finish with everyone, when you finally drop your mask at the doorway of your own home.”

“It means I’ve worked myself hard enough. It isn’t something for you to be concerned with.”

“I just want to help, Tighnari. I just want to repay you somehow.”

Tighnari’s chest tightened and he gazed at your earnest expression. People like you were the people that made it worth it. People like you were the reason he could hold it together, and love his job. “I think that means you’ve learned all I can teach you.”

Your mouth opened but no words came out.

“Would you like to take on a full Ranger position? I won’t pester you so much anymore, and you will be able to declare your own responsibilities. Gandharva Ville is in need of a nurse.”

You drew your mouth into a line, processing. He was offering you a position, but at the same time… “Are you trying to get rid of me? You’re going to station me in the village and forget about me?”

Tighnari shook his head, a green twinkle in his eye. “No, of course not. You would come along on our excursions. You would take on the role of tending to fellow rangers as well as anyone we may encounter who is in need of care.”

You gasped. “R-really? Tighnari, you mean that?”

He smiled gently. His soft ears flattened sideways, and you knew he was in earnest. “Yes. Now, leave my plants be, as I prefer to tend to them myself, and get a good night’s sleep. You’ll start tomorrow.”

You smiled widely at him, feeling relieved and elated.

“Hurry along now. Don’t gawk, Forest Nurse.”

You bowed out and walked along the path to the hut you were staying in. This was far from what you had expected your life to become; and he was far from the person you thought you would form such a respect for. You paused under a lampstand, and turned around once more to catch one more glance of him.

Tighnari was tending to his plants as he had said, leaned over to inspect the stem of a flower. He seemed to sense your eyes on him, and turned his head up the path. He sent you an encouraging, perhaps expectant, smile.

You briefly smiled back and turned back to your walk. Something told you that this was only the beginning of something tremendous.

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[marzichann]

WHEN DID YOU WAKE UP!?

featuring. the seven demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor).

summary. sweet confessions when you were supposed to be asleep.

warnings. gn! reader, mutual pining/crushing stages.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── LUCIFER

Lucifer sighs. He would usually get very, very upset if someone were to fall asleep a few minutes into one of his lectures and proceed to punish them in a harsher way, but he can hardly stay too mad at you. He walks over to where you head lays on his desk, your eyes shut. You looked peaceful.

Lucifer is aware of how hard you've been studying, thus he doesn't bother to wake you— he'll just continue his lecture once you awake. For now? For now he'll admire your serene beauty.

"Mmhm," He hums aloud, brushing some hair out of your face. Your skin feels electric as his finger gently glides across your cheekbone. Would it be a bad time to wake up from your 'nap'? You keep your eyes closed as Lucifer continues on. "You make it hard to stay mad, what another glorious feat you've managed, my dear."

My dear? My dear!? Your heartbeat spikes, and you hope Lucifer doesn't notice. Instead you hear him clear his throat, before you feel a hand on your back.

"I can't have my favorite exchange student sleeping like this, so allow me to carry you to bed." Lucifer picks you up, and proceeds to do just as he said. He's carrying you to his bed. It's hard not to panic, and so your eyes open alert and awake. He doesn't notice until he feels your grip tighten on his shoulder, looking down to meet your horrified gaze.

"Uh- Uhm, I can- I can explain-" Lucifer cuts you off as he finished setting you on his bed, his body quickly turning to face away from you. Had you been observant enough, you'd notice the pink tinging his ears and the slight crack in his voice as he spoke.

"How much... How much did you hear exactly?"

"All of it..." You admit in a shamed tone, head hanging. Lucifer, after collecting himself, turns around and looks at your pitiful posture— he hopes you're not expecting him to pity you. Not after such an embarrassing moment.

"Don't think just because I'm not upset about you falling asleep doesn't mean I'm not upset about the other thing." Lucifer clarifies, "and since you're awake, I'll continue with my lecture." And with that, he does.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── MAMMON

"'m hooome~" Mammon exclaimed in a sing-song voice as he threw open the door to your room. "Let me tell ya somethin', if I wasn't in dire need for money, I'd quit this damn job-... Hey, you awake?" Mammon had swung his jacket off somewhere in your room as he made his way to your bed, only stopping when you didn't move or respond.

In truth, you were awake, but you were exhausted. You just wanted to close your eyes and fall into an peaceful slumber, but this loud mouth seemed to interrupt just that. And so, you didn't open your eyes, even as he poke your cheek, because as much as you adore him, you'd hope he'd get the hint and leave.

But he didn't. Mammon let out an annoyed huff, continuing to poke at your cheeks for a little longer before laying down beside you, staring up at your ceiling. "If your not awake, who 'm I supposed to talk to?" He whines.

Well, you certainly weren't going to get any sleep any time soon, so you planned on opening your eyes and chatting with him until he was satisfied, only for him to start speaking some rather interesting words.

"Ugh, only you could look this good sleeping. Gotta admit, 'm impressed... That sounded kinda creepy, sorry..." He lets out another groan, throwing his head back against your pillow. "Damn it, why do I always say such dumb things 'round you, I swear if I didn't have some massive crush on ya, you'd be fallin' all over me." He curses, "I'm like, a total casanova, y'know? And-" As Mammon rolls over to his side to face you in his one-sided argument, he lets out the most unholy, high-pitched scream, falling off his bed upon seeing your open eyes.

"Wha- When did ya-"

"Could you go back to the part where you have a massive crush on me?" You can't help but tease, leaning over to get closer to him only for him to quickly turn his head to the side, bashful all of a sudden.

"Well... So ya heard all of that, then?" Aw, how cute. Mercy will be given, you suppose.

"Mmhm, and now if you just close your eyes, I'll confess too."

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── LEVIATHAN

What time was it even? Your eyes burn from agreeing to do a late night videogame tournament with Leviathan, staying up much later than you two intended. You tilt your head back against your gaming chair, closing your eyes. You were only going to close them for a few seconds, but you ended up dozing off.

Several minutes passed by before you woke up, although you kept your eyes closed, still a little groggy from your ten minute power nap.

"Did you see that-" The creak of Leviathan's old gamer chair squeaked as he turned to look at you, only to see you having passed out— he did think it was weird the game had snoring sounds but maybe that was you!

Levi pouts instantly, his hands lowering to his lap as he stares at your sleeping form. Meanwhile you're debating on scaring him or pretending to sleep to piss him off— neither happen right away though, as Leviathan reaches over and takes your headphone set off.

"You should've told me you were tired. Winning isn't as fun if it's not with you." He mumbled, turning back around to power off his games, but you couldn't hold your urge to tease him any longer and let out an 'awwwww' which causes him to nearly jump out of his skin!

"When did you-!?" Leviathan cuts himself off, his face igniting in a comically bright red blush. "What did you hear?" He hisses out, already beginning to curl in on himself. "Y- You're the worst!" He whines into his knees, holding on to them tightly.

"Wait, no," You panic, leaning forward and unwrapping him from himself. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you or anything. I thought it was sweet, honest." He doesn't meet your eye, staring at his Ruri-Chan pajama pants. The silence grows heavier with each passing second, and you know you need to do something to lighten the mood.

"I, er... Well, I also think winning isn't as fun, if its not with you." You offer sheepishly, "Actually, doing anything isn't as fun if I'm not doing it with you!" Your bold exclamation, one Leviathan basically takes as a straightforward declaration of love, makes him snap his eyes up to meet yours before he feels faint.

"I- I think we should... should head to bed..." He can already feel a nosebleed coming on. "Just please don't say anymore cringy stuff, okay?" You agree, helping him to his bathtub before leaving for the night. No more late night videogame sessions for a while.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── SATAN

Satan doesn't blame you, this cat café was incredibly calming and he'd be lying if he said he never accidentally took a little snooze on the bean bag chairs whilst a cat purred softly on his chest. He snapped a picture of you asleep with several cats on top of and surrounding you, he would definitely cherish it forever (maybe even secretly make it his lockscreen).

"Aw, you two are so cute! Are you two dating?" A random customer asked, having seen the way Satan was admiring you with such a soft expression. Satan chuckles nervously, glancing over at you. He seems to miss the slight twitch of your hand or eyebrow.

"No, not yet. I'd like to though." The customer makes a sad sound— you relate, mentally, also rather sad at this fact before focusing on the fact that he admitted he'd like to date you. The customer asks why you two aren't together yet if it's so obvious he likes you, and although Satan doesn't exactly like strangers prying in to his personal life, he can't help but answer.

"I'm not sure how they feel about me... I'd like to know before I potentially make things awkward." The strangers curiosity seems to be sated, and with that, leaves him be. He glances at you again, and notices the light sheen of sweat on your brow and the twitching of your lids and lips. You weren't as subtle as you thought you were.

"Are you awake?" Satan asks, waiting. When you don't move, well not vigorously, Satan sighs. "I know you're awake."

You now peek open an eye, smiling in a guilty manner. "Ha, you caught me..." You clear your throat, "We should probably head back home soon, don't want it getting to la-"

"Please don't dance around the subject. I understand if you don't feel the same way, you don't need to fear rejecting me. I will try to push aside my feelings and-"

"No!" You cut him off before he can continue, startling several cats. You apologize to them, before returning your attention to a slightly surprised Satan. "I like you, too."

"Oh." Satan's tense features relax into a pleasant smile. "Then shall we discuss this further when we get back home?"

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── ASMODEUS

"And then I said- Oh! How rude!" Asmodeus tsks, shaking his head as he lays eyes upon your slumbering body. "Or is it perhaps that my voice is just so soothing you couldn't help but fall asleep? If that's the case, then I don't blame you~"

You did happen to fall asleep— what did he expect? He made you carry his shopping bags around all day! You didn't mean to do it whilst he was in the middle of talking but sleep sort of just took over. It wasn't until he gasped upon noticing you asleep did you wake back up, although still hazy with sleep, your heavy eyelids remaining closed.

You weakly call his name, trying to let him know you were awake, but he mistakes it for sleep talk. He coos, and you're too tired to put up a fight so you just continue to let him think you're asleep. "Aw, do you love me that much? Saying my name in your sleep! You're just too cute!"

Asmodeus is then quiet, quiet for much too long. You stir a bit, but remain otherwise in the same position. He sighs, his knuckles brushing against your cheek, his lips ghosting over your forehead. A sweet, chaste, featherlight kiss against your forehead, and he's pulling back, admiring you.

"Can I be honest with you, for just a moment?" His voice is missing its usual airy, lightheartedness. "I think I'm in love with you. I think I have been for a long time..." He adverts his eyes to his well manicured nails, fighting the urge to pick at them out of anxiety. "I doubt you'd believe me though, everyone would easily mistake it as typical Asmodeus flirty behavior... But I do mean it. I'm... I'm in love with you."

Well... You're wide awake now. Your heart is racing in your chest, a heat rising to your cheeks. Even your hands have begun to grow clammy at his confession.

Asmodeus lets out a light sigh, a hand resting over his chest. "Ah, that felt good to get out." Asmodeus hums, looking up at his ceiling. "Perhaps next time I'll try confessing to you when you're awake."

Unable to truly let him know you're awake (and saving him from any possible embarrassment), you decide to wait for the real confession, which happens only a week later. And the real confession? It was even better.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── BEELZEBUB

"Hm? Oh, an 'after-meal' nap." Beelzebub mumbles to himself as he looks over at your figure splayed on the chair, you two just coming back from a nice meal out. "I get that, I'll join you." Once again he's talking to himself. He finds himself sitting on the couch near you, the fire crackling setting a nice, serene mood and allowing him to feel the haze of sleep blanket over him.

"Mmm, this is nice... We should do this more often..." He shifts, trying to get comfier. "Whenever I'm with you... is nice though... I like being... around you..." His words slur together near the end, a sleepy mess, although you're not. You bolt upwards as soon as you hear the first snore escape him, looking at him frantically.

What does that mean? He likes being around you? It's nice being with you? Was that some kind of confession? You're dying to understand, and curse yourself for not making it known you were awake the entire time earlier. Crawling over to where he lays on the couch, you come face-to-face with him.

"Beel? Psst, Beel..." You poke his cheek repeatedly, his hand lazily swatting at your hand, "Please explain, what did you mean by 'I like being around you.'" Beel stirs only a little, but not much. Still very much asleep. You whine, wondering if you should shake him awake instead, only for his arm to wrap around your back and pull you closer towards him.

"B- Beelzebub!" You squeak out in surprise, especially when he turns around and brings you with him. It was like you were a stuffed animal rather than a whole human! You swallow thickly, trying to fight back the racing of your heart or the urge to caress his face.

"Ah, please wake up Beel..."

Once again, he does not wake up. You sigh, resting your head against his chest and closing your eyes. Well, it was useless to try and wake him, you'll just ask later when he is awake.

Except, unknown to you, Beelzebub is also very much awake and just too embarrassed to face you— he can't believe you heard him say all that! He's never been a guy to overthink things, but right now his mind is racing with a thousand thoughts. Mainly on how to properly confess to you when he 'wakes up.'

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── BELPHEGOR

Yeah, sadly this is very unlikely to happen because Belphegor doesn't bother talking to your sleeping body and prefers to just sleep alongside you. However, he most certainly has been in this situation reverse.

You stare down at his sleeping figure, curled up in his blankets, his tail curled around him. He looks impossibly comfortable, and the need to cuddle with him grows with each passing breath. But how much more of this platonic cuddling can you withstand? Your heart is racing, and sleeping is getting harder to do.

"You're such a pain in the ass." Is the first thing Belphegor hears from you. Surprisingly awake, not-so-surprisingly not making it known. Belphegor hadn't even done anything yet, grumbling inside his head about what could've caused your sour attitude. Just shut up and go to sleep, will you?

"Just tell me that you like me already!" You groan, pulling at your hair as you fall back against a pillow. Or don't shut up, actually Belphegor wants to urge you to continue on. "Liking you is a very special kind of torture, you know? You make no signs if you like me one way or another..." You glance over at him, sighing. He's too dang cute for you to stay mad though, so you shimmy down so you're laying beside him.

"If only you'd wake up and just say 'I like you too,' then maybe I could finally get back to sleeping like a normal person and-"

Missing the happy swaying of his tail, Belphegor peaks an eye open and a smug grin appears on his features.

"I like you too." His voice is hoarse with sleep, and he lazily wraps an arm around you before pulling you closer to him. "I like you too, so will you please be quiet now. I'm trying to sleep."

"Y- You heard-"

"Yes, yes, I heard everything." Belphegor so clearly amused by this whole situation that it irks you to some degree. "And I did mean it, I'm not just telling you so you'll be quiet. Do you understand?"

Bashfully, you nod. Yes, you understand. He made it very clear.

"Good. Now let's nap... and try not to stare too hard at my face next time, 'kay?" Belphie just couldn't help but tease.

﹙ thank you for reading! have a wonderful day! ﹚

[marzichann]

by the light of day [albedo/reader]

summary: when you visit an art museum, you know not to touch the masterpieces. but when you meet one that captivates you, you wonder how close is too close.

notes: museum curator!albedo, art student!reader AU. fluff.

disclaimer: i am not an art student and am not familiar with art programs. i just like paintings. happy new year!

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The art museum is surprisingly quiet as you step inside, student ticket in hand. You send a quiet thought of thanks for the discount as you enter the main rotunda on the first floor, a moment of awe hanging over you as you gaze upwards to the high arched ceiling. You can imagine the way a crowd of voices would echo in the round space - but for the moment, it is just you and a pair of elderly women passing by in quiet conversation.

Patting yourself on the back for choosing a weekday morning to visit, you take your time with the map you picked up at the admissions desk, heading directly for the exhibit that you are most interested in. It takes a few minutes and a couple of well-placed signs, but you manage to make it to the room without too much trouble.

As you step inside, you thrill at the view before you. The walls are lined with numerous paintings, and you try to restrain your inner giddiness as you settle your eyes on the one closest to you.

It is a well-known painting of the art style, the beautiful mix of colors and detailed brushstrokes enticing you to take a closer look. You don’t even realize how close you’ve gotten to the rope safety barrier in front of the work when a hand gently taps your shoulder.

“Excuse me, but please be careful not to get too close to the art. We wouldn’t want an accident to happen.”

Heart jolting in your chest, you frantically turn to offer an apology when you come face to face with a handsome blonde man offering you a polite smile.

“Uhm -” You struggle for words for a moment, your brain struggling to catch up with the situation when your eyes finally land on the name badge pinned to the man’s blazer. Albedo. So he works here - not a random nosy stranger, then. You relax a fraction.

“Apologies, I didn’t want to disturb your viewing. But I understand, it is quite beautiful.”

He meets your gaze head on, and it makes your cheeks burn from the sudden attention.

“Thank you for the reminder, I’ll be careful as I look around.”

You move to escape the conversation, still inexplicably nervous around this man who looks like he stepped out of a romance novel involving a coffee shop and a college literature course. Surely this would be enough to placate him?

But as you begin to step away, he speaks again. “Are you an art student?"

You blink, turning slowly to face him again. "How did you know?"

Albedo smiles and taps his fingernails with the pad of his thumb. "Paint. And most people don't lean that close to look at the brushstrokes."

Sure enough, you spot a dried spot of dark blue at the edge of your middle fingernail.

"Are you a painter?" For some reason you feel like he must be, with eyes that observant.

"In my spare time, yes, but I've never formally studied it." He gestures toward the paintings on the wall. "I found the history of the medium and use of color captivating - so now I work at a museum."

You light up at this and clench a fist in excitement. "Then if you wouldn't mind, I'd love to hear your thoughts about the development of this school of painters! I love their use of natural light as a color palette."

He nods with a smile and motions for you to join him at the center of the room, next to a glass display case. "My pleasure. Let's start here, with the oldest work in this room."

Albedo turns out to be an engaging speaker, weaving the history of the paintings into a story that flows from one work to the next. His passion for the subject is obvious, in particular about the techniques used by different artists and how they shaped different schools of painters. It makes you wonder what it would be like to have him as an art professor - but more importantly, it makes you incredibly curious about his own artwork.

“Is something on your mind?”

You realize that you have been spaced out looking at a Monet - normally something unthinkable for you - and blink in surprise, quickly waving your hands in apology. “Oh, I can’t thank you enough for such a detailed tour of the collection. I found your explanation of the materials and brushstrokes in particular so fascinating, I just wondered about your style of painting.”

Albedo chuckles and taps his chin thoughtfully. “I’ll take that as a compliment. But as I am no professional painter, I tend to depict what I find beautiful. Most of the time, that consists of landscapes and moments in nature. It’s true that I have taken inspiration from this art style as well.”

He looks to his side at the Monet again, and you find your gaze automatically drawn to his striking profile, inexplicably handsome despite the bright overhead lighting. A beautiful painter and his canvas depicting a wondrous pastoral scene - it is all too easy to see it in your mind’s eye, and you have to shake your head to dissipate the vision.

“May I ask what type of paintings you make?”

Your brow jumps in surprise, not expecting him to turn and ask you the same question. “Well, I do love this art style, so I have a similar train of thought when it comes to the subjects of my work. But as a student, the required repertoire is much more varied. My art is still a work in progress, I suppose!”

Albedo smiles at you again, but this time it stops your breath in its tracks. Why did his golden hair now look like a halo above his head?

“Indeed, creation is a lifelong journey of learning. I’m sure your art is wonderful - I would love to see it one day.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to respond with something coherent.

“Thank you. I’d love that as well.”

Seeing another patron enter the room, Albedo briefly exchanges goodbyes with you before continuing his duties. When you finally escape the room, you take a deep breath and heave a sigh, feeling the air dive into your lungs as if you hadn’t been breathing for the past few minutes.

Were you feeling lightheaded because of nerves or because you had barely eaten anything for breakfast in your rush this morning? You have no idea, but you do know that besides the artwork here, you also want to see Albedo again.

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