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mayuri-san · 3 months ago

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All my saved smau/series for everyone to find if they're in need!!

The ones I have finished are mostly from a long time ago (6months-2 years?)

The more lower, the less recent

Also I only have saved series including the characters Lyney, Tighnari, Scaramouche, Jingyuan & Xiao

Each has their x character next to the title

With this post I hope to reach everyone who's looking for something new to read, everyone whose writing got lost in the endless amounts fo fanfics written daily, everyone who has stopped updating because they think no one wants to read their work (I'm waiting for you!!) and also to hopefully get these writers more support and appreciation for their work and contribute to our fandom's endless archive of fanficitons!!!

Ones I have finished:

Call it what you want - Xiao

https://www.tumblr.com/aequha/680346045361930240/a-genshin-impact-smau-xiao-x-gnreader-summary

Just playing the part - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/ventismacchiato/697350110467833856/just-playing-the-part

Of all people - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/jasmyluv/702076462018248704/of-all-people-a-scaramouche-x-femreader-smau?source=share

Behind the lens - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/ventismacchiato/700999088812048384/behind-the-lens

How you get the girl - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/kazumist/730668520320499713/how-you-get-the-girl-%E1%90%9F-a-scaramouche-x?source=share

Darkened desires - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/narcissarina/745307925584674816/darkened-desires?source=share

Lights camera action - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/offbrandkyoya/709973493363638272/lights-camera-action-scaramouche-x-reader

How haters are born - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/zoropookie/739845348702502912/how-haters-are-born-hhab?source=share

Thawed - Lyney

https://www.tumblr.com/sixosix/733106691749675008/thawed-lyney-x-femreader-series?source=share

Heaven on earth - Xiao

https://www.tumblr.com/shiro-00s/715292207817637888/heaven-on-earth-%CB%8E%CB%8A?source=share

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Elysian - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/floylia/742004385873281024/elysian?source=share

Red lines - Lyney

https://www.tumblr.com/lavenderchqn/755809297210966016/lyney-x-freader-social-media-au-synopsis?source=share

The cat café thief - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/fairykazu/705241378383380480/the-cat-cafe-thief-i-did-not-steal-your?source=share

Then the ones that I am currently reading or have saved (not all will be able to open cuz I think some writers unfortunately deleted their acc 😢)

How to not fall in love

https://www.tumblr.com/aries-afk/760426515995475968/how-not-to-fall-in-love?source=share

Blurred lines

https://www.tumblr.com/lmvari/775004568428937216/blurred-lines?source=share

Sherlock Holmes

https://www.tumblr.com/dittodon/715537752326832128/%E1%B6%BBzsherlock-holmes?source=share

Aperture

https://www.tumblr.com/ttalgi/723949301693300736/aperture-masterlist?source=share

Angel eyes - Lyney x reader

https://www.tumblr.com/yuan4i/726297125640617984/angel-eyes-lyney-x-reader?source=share

Teach me! - Tighnari

https://www.tumblr.com/teachmenari/707107760471474176/socmed-university-au-tighnari-gn-reader

Just a hater - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/anrieee/699583296037879808/scaramouche-x-reader-synopsis-in-which-you-major?source=share

Heartbeat rythm - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/kisscara/710171015369703424/heartbeat-rhythm-fanboyscaramouche-x?source=share

Midnight Shenanigans - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/xirthia/713399781538643968/midnight-shenanigans?source=share

30 days to love

https://www.tumblr.com/starz222/715765145976111104/30-days-to-love-interactive-genshin-smau?source=share

Kill bill

https://www.tumblr.com/pokidot/709347906993438720/kill-bill?source=share

Stuck with you - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/ventismacchiato/703859058597330944/stuck-with-you

Searching for you - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/zushikiss/703437352978235392/searching-for-you

Season 2 episode 11

The prince has his own mind - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/mimissubway/712515367241744384/the-prince-has-a-mind-of-his-own-masterlist?source=share

Under the mantra's umbrella - Cyno

https://www.tumblr.com/genshinarchives/713202075301019648/%F0%9D%90%92%F0%9D%90%94%F0%9D%90%8C%F0%9D%90%8C%F0%9D%90%80%F0%9D%90%91%F0%9D%90%98-you-were-a-close-and-loyal-friend-of?source=share

Karma

https://www.tumblr.com/bellsxwriting/715406792330559488/%D9%A0-karma-scaramouche-x-reader-summary-its?source=share

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Under the mask

https://www.tumblr.com/i23kazu/715213409060323328/under-the-mask-looking-forward-to?source=share

What's so good about him?

https://www.tumblr.com/luvkuvi/720019414845718528/whats-so-good-about-him?source=share

Resurface, my love

https://www.tumblr.com/acaaai-t/718116439127736320/resurface-my-love-fem-reader-x-villain?source=share

Business proposal - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/ventismacchiato/707118082542518272/the-business-proposal

Keep my heart - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/aestherin/716487874953068544/keep-my-heart?source=share

Runway desires - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/luciifiir/713337570430435328/%EF%BD%95%CF%89%EF%BD%95-%EF%BD%95%CF%89%EF%BD%95-sypnosis-yn-is-a?source=share

Sunlights warmth - Jingyuan

https://www.tumblr.com/illuminoia/738759349453864960/sunlights-warmth-jing-yuan-x-freader-uh?source=share

Roommates - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/nyoomiin/745719075575037952/roommates-masterlist?source=share

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The fame and beauty - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/ethereal-creator/714896038832603136/synopsis-the-famous-streamer-scramouche-falls?source=share

Somebody that I used to know

https://www.tumblr.com/kichiyoshi/715138468170416128/somebody-that-i-used-to-know?source=share

That's a wrap! - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/gekkow/717196253804494848/thats-a-wrap-scaramouche-x?source=share

Sweet sour - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/zuyoo/717385382918078464/sweet-sour-a-scaramouche-x-gn-reader-smau?source=share

My idol - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/kunie/712543203044245504/my-idol-masterlist-synopsis-kunikuzushi-was

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You're nothing w/o me - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/ethereal-creator/714145961255043072/youre-nothing-wo-me?source=share

High infidelity - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/saecriss/713830093238173696/high-infidelity-pairing-scaramouche-x?source=share

Deceitful youth - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/kichiyoshi/722196743557660673/deceitful-youth-masterlist?source=share

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mayuri-san · 1 year ago

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HOW ARE THEY STILL NOT FLUFFING MARRIED

This scene is so incredibly made for me. I keep saying that but it's true!

This is incredible. This night, he was able to keep his cool when dealing with assassins, with people who killed his fam, with the freaking King of Wei his archenemy but the wound on her is driving him mad.

He hates dealing with Chun'er, let alone asking for favors (he refused medicine when she offered it to him) yet...

She tries common sense...

But it won't work and the way she hugs him from behind! (He could totally throw her off but he won't of course.)

And the way she keeps begging him to tolerate it while reassuring she's OK - just! Honestly, the fact that she's the only one who can make him lose it OR restrain him is everything.

MMMMM hands!!!

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mayuri-san · 1 year ago

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@dangermousie

I have more to feed both your and my brain rot because oh my God I am in love with the interactions between YX and CQ.

LOOK AT HER NAGGING AT HIM. HE ALSO GIVES IN LIKE TO RESOLVE HER WORRY OH MY GOD MAN.

CQ REALLY TRIED TO HIDE HER POSSESSIVENESS WITH THE EXCUSE OF PURITY

Why couldn't they get married oh my lord.

They are official! Oh my heart. I love these fluffy moments man.

2nd kiss guys! Look at yan xun calling her out 😂

#princess agents

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mayuri-san · 1 year ago

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I love this brain rot so so much you have no idea how much I wanted to rant my feelings abt this drama to someone. Totally agree with posters comments!

This scene made me lose my ENTIRE MINDDDDD!

Excuse meeeeeee! He's half dead, and he's warming her hand with his breath through the hole in the jail wall. EXCUSE MEEEEE!!!

He's the only one who learns her real name (and I love that he doesn't assume Xing'er is it) - and it's pretty symbolic of the current state of the two men, isn't it? YY names her to match himself, the way you'd do a possession or a pet and YX gets to know her actual name ie her actual self (and asks her, ASKS her - what she'd like to be called, even with respect to a nickname.)

Honestly, this whole sequence in jail is utterly INSANE and I am so glad @aysekira told me YX was initially the OTP and endgame in the novel until OBE by real life events because otherwise I'd feel like I was going mad because this is NOT the scene you give to sml or first love or anyone but the OTP. Like - come onnnnn!

The way he just keeps saying her name just to hear it, over and over and over, while still warming her hand and basically barely conscious aaaaa!

She puts on a front but her face tells the truth...

At this point, both CQ and I are going full on starry eyed because good lord.

And then he sticks her hand into his shirt to warm it up even though he's contorted in pain.

Team Yan Xun this round. Change my mind. You won't.

This is one of the most straight to my id scenes I've ever seen in a cdrama tbh. And also the scene where YY loses her and, if YX didn't go so far into the dark eventually, it would have been for good and he'd would have never ever got another chance. (Side note - I get why YX eventually got too much for CQ in terms of darkness. But for me as a viewer, I have ZERO issue with him going full psycho. After what happened to him, and how pretty much nobody stood up for him but either cheered, participated or at best stood by, oh yeah I'd want to burn the world down and kill everyone who let it happen, too.)

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mayuri-san · 2 years ago

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MASTERPOST

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Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

- Chapter 16

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- Chapter 24

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- Chapter 130

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- Chapter 134

- Chapter 135

- Chapter 136

- Chapter 137

- Chapter 138

- Chapter 139

- Chapter 140

- Chapter 141

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mayuri-san · 2 years ago

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Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Novel

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She possessed a villainess who is known and hated for her evil acts in an unpopular novel. But because of her personality, it was extremely difficult for her to play the villainess role. But not for long…

“I’ll fix your dress according to your taste this instant!”

“My request.”

“O-Of course! As per your request, there’s only one piece available in the whole Empire.”

People around me listen to me well even if I just frown and sit still. Since I don’t have to live in difficulty, I decided to just comfortably live on as a villainess.

“Father. Is it necessary for you to solve formulas in this slow and inefficient way?”

I thought it would be good to be a rich villainess, so I used all my knowledge.

“Why don’t you give me the honor of escorting the Princess?”

I have had enough of dealing with my father, so why did an unexpected character suddenly appear? What if this person disrupts my plan?

Chapitre From 1 to 142 here

- Chapter 143

Chapter 144

Chapter 145

Chapter 146

Chapter147

Chapter148

Chapter149

Chapter150

Chapter 151

Chapter 152

Chapter 153

Chapter 154

Chapter 155

Chapter 156

Chapter 157

Chapter 158

Chapter 159

Chapter 160

Chapter 161

Chapter 162

Chapter 163

Chapter 164

Chapter 165

Chapter 166

Chapter 167

Chapter 168

Chapter 169

Chapter 170

Chapter 171

Chapter 172

Chapter 173

Chapter 174

Chapter 175

Chapter 176

Chapter 177

Chapter 178

Chapter 179

Chapter 180

Chapter 181

Chapter 182

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mayuri-san · 2 years ago

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im feeling kinda akward since its my first time requesting,i really really really like your writings and im wondering if you could do some angst for albedo, anything you feel like tbh, but if may i be a little selfish i was thinking on something like he hurt you, so you break up with him or maybe he break up with you and regret later, im in love with the genius and your writings so why not lol, hope you are doing well, xoxoxooxox

Thanks for the request anon. <3 Sorry it took so long, but I’m feeling angst today so here goes. Let me know what you think <3

QUEUED POST

Scenario: Breaking up

Characters: gn! reader x Albedo

Warnings: angst, break ups, regrets, did I say angst?

Categories: angst in Part 1, comfort in Part 2 (It was getting too long so split it into two parts)

Read: (Part 2) (Part 3 - Final)

Albedo

Alone.

These days you found yourself alone in your shared home. It had been nearly a year since the two of you decided to live together. Maybe that was a bad idea.

You were smitten. He was such an intelligent man, and truth be told you loved how his mind worked. He was silent and mostly kept to himself at first, but with you, there were subtle touches, fleeting kisses. Oh and his eyes, the way his eyes brightened or the way his lips turned up at the sight of you. The way he held you close at nights, up until the morning.

Gone were those days.

He was hardly home. The intelligent man you had fallen in love with, was also a workaholic. Perhaps you should’ve seen it coming. There were so many signs.

Maybe he changed. Maybe you changed. But the little things weren’t enough anymore. He came home just to sleep and wake up, and he was off again.

“Bedo, have you got some time off on the weekend? We haven’t been up to Starsnatch Cliff in a while,” you had prodded him a few days ago, wondering if the problem would be solved if you made the first move.

“Sorry, Y/N, we’re just about to discover more about the properties of electro crystals... It’ll be useful if we want to sustain higher energy concentrations on...” and just like that he had gone off a tangent explaining the whole thing. You smiled a little, it was still endearing how excited he got discussing those things.

But you couldn’t help but be lonely at how he seemed to love his research more than you.

‘Maybe I just need to be more proactive. That’s it! I’ll go and visit him at the lab today!’ Surprising him was one of the things that you had always wanted to do. But not a lot of things got past Albedo. He was observant like that. You made a quick run to the bakery, getting him some croissants and welcomed yourself into the Favonius Headquarters.

You looked up at the sign on his laboratory door. That sign was always there though, Klee had told you about it, and Sucrose had also talked about it once or twice before, telling you that it wouldn’t be a good idea to go in if the sign was up. But when was it ever down? So, you shrugged, and pushed the door open with a wide smile.

“What are you doing here?!” There’s a wild look in Albedo’s eyes the moment you step in. He didn’t appreciate being disturbed. You tilted your head a little at his reaction, you weren’t expecting that.

“Oh, since you’ve been so busy these days I just thought I’d drop by and give you something to--”

“Y/N, did you not see the sign on the door? No disturbances, even from you,”

“I’ll just be quick, I’m just dropping this off,” you lift the paper bag from the bakery and lay it down on the nearest table. Albedo closes his eyes with a sigh.

“...We’re working on something dangerous right now, I don’t have time to eat. Please take it back,”

Surprisingly, you obey quite quickly, and take the paper bag back into your hands. Annoyance start to pulse in your veins. “Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

Sucrose had been standing there the whole time, and you can see the slight wince on her face at your cold statement... But Albedo had returned it ten fold, snapping an answer back. “Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

You didn’t expect how much it would sting. Your shoulders slump downwards at the realization that this... had gone too far. You couldn’t take it anymore. Sucrose opens her mouth, but doesn’t know what to say looking back and forth between you and Albedo.

The Kreideprinz had continued with his task as if nothing had happened at all, but he knew what he said. He didn’t want any interferences nor accidents happening in the lab and that was the only thing he cared about at the moment.

Your foot moves to step back, but your eyes are glued to Albedo. You can only see his back. His hair tied up neatly, the shoulders that you loved to wrap your arms around and his hands that were always gentle. You took a good look, drinking the whole scene in like you hadn’t had a drop of water in days.

This was the last time you would lay eyes on him and it broke you into so many pieces. You turned away without another word, Sucrose staring at the door, before she decided that she needed to follow you. “I-I’ll be back, Master Albedo,” she rarely ever abandoned an experiment, but she knew that you needed a friend right now.

Ironic, because it should have been Albedo running after you, but instead the green-haired girl caught up to you just as you reached the fountain in the middle of Mondstadt. “Y/N!” she jogs, and stops when you do as you hear your name.

Tears prickled your cheeks, but they were more of frustration than sadness. You stand there for a moment, drying your tears and turning around towards Sucrose, gaze on the pavement. “Y/N...” Sucrose approaches carefully, hand resting on your shoulder.

“...I don’t know anything other than Albedo, Sucrose,” you start, a curtain of memories flashing through your mind. “...Without him, there isn’t much reason for me to stay in Mondstadt,” Sucrose shakes her head rather hastily. “H-He’s just... a little occupied right now, Y/N, I’m sure he doesn’t mean what he said,” You close your eyes, the scene repeating in your head.

“Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

“Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

A hard lump forms on your throat at how hard you try not to sob. How hard you try to keep yourself together and Sucrose sees it from the way your lips tremble. “Sucrose, please watch over him,” and that is also the last that Sucrose sees of you.

That night, Albedo arrives home exhausted, just as he always does. But now that he was home, he could at least expect a warm meal and a warm hug. A soft smile tugs on his lips at the thought.

When he turned the lights on, he was met with a strange stillness instead. His hand stays on the switch as his eyes scan the living room. It was...quiet. There were no plates on the table, and there were no sounds from the kitchen.

Deep in the pits of his stomach there’s an anxiety that starts bubbling up. He brushes it off, opting instead to check the kitchen. “Y/N?”

Empty.

His footsteps hasten as he opens the bedroom door, expecting you to be curled up there, asleep.

Empty.

Albedo takes in a shaky breath. You were probably just out in town, doing some late night shopping. Yeah, that’s it, perhaps you just didn’t have enough ingredients for dinner today and--his eyes land on the bedside table.

The photo frame is gone. The photo of the two of you standing side by side together with comfortable smiles on your faces, his hand on your waist, and the house on the background.

He throws open the closet doors. Your clothes are gone. Your shoes are gone. Even your scent seemed to have disappeared. The anxiety that was once a small bubble in his stomach had started to claw it’s way out, wrenching his heart in places that he didn’t know could hurt. The tears pooling in his eyes were so foreign that he didn’t even know what was happening until he hears himself gasp back a sob.

You’re gone.

Suddenly it was so hard to breathe, but he pulls himself up and out the door. There’s no way. Where would you go? Perhaps you were just around Mondstadt, trying to get a breath of fresh air to calm your nerves. He searches everywhere. The church, the tavern, the Good Hunter and even atop the rooftop of the Favonius Headquarters. There was a decent view of the city there, and his eyes roam the streets, just to get a glimpse of you.

“...Please...” There’s another lump in his throat, his eyes dart around looking for any small sign of you.

“Albedo? Tired?” you ask as he returns home one day. He merely lets out a small “Mm,” and pulls a chair out from the dining table to sit on. You walk into the kitchen to fetch him a cup of tea, and he snatches your hand to press a soft kiss on the back of it. “Thank you, love,”

“...Please!” his grip on the stone walls of the rooftop tighten. His vision blurs.

“Al! Don’t do that!” you try to swat his hand away from the pot, a short laugh coming off of your lips at how mischievous he could be sometimes, trying to dip his finger into the sauce. He has a grin on his face as he successfully tastes the sauce off his finger, making a sound of approval as he draws you in for a light kiss on your forehead, “It’s good, as always,”

His legs buckle, and he finds himself on his knees, hands fisted upon the cold stone wall. “At least tell me where you've gone! I can’t--” he doesn’t know when the last time he cried was, but whenever it was, he doesn’t remember it to be this bad. The pain was unlike any injury he had, it grasped so tightly at his heart.

“Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

“Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

He furiously shakes his head because he knows that it was his fault. “I didn’t mean it, please give them back,” as if there was someone else who took you away. As if there was a God listening to him right now.

He realizes that the worst of it was not that you had left, but that you had left no traces of you behind. No photo. Not a piece of clothing. Not a trace of your existence.

Nothing for him to hold on to.

That night, he dragged himself back home. Face flushed and hot from the tears he had shed and the ones he was attempting to hold back.

That night, he painfully got into bed.

Alone.

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mayuri-san · 3 years ago

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˚ ༻✿ Herbarium ✿༺ ˚

I would like to blame @bye-bye-sunbird and @yandere-romanticaa for my descent into Capitano hell. All I could do was write my longest fic in hopes of purging the brainrot……yeahh so pls enjoy my humble contribution to the Capitano agenda ;-;

Thank you so much to my dear friend @diodellet for peer reviewing this and helping me out with the Genshin lore!! I delighted in watching you suffer ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

Tw:: YANDERE, unhealthy relationships, kidnapping, violence, blood, murder, psychological trauma, mention of child abuse, spice, mention of nsfw, MINORS DNI

Note:: Female reader described as physically weak and smaller than Capitano, this fic will most likely be considered OOC in a few years

♡ 10.1k words under the cut ♡

i. dandelion

You adore dandelions for the same reason that you despise them.

A tiny flower symbolic of love and freedom. The ethereal ghosts of golden petals adored even—or perhaps only—after losing their vibrant, sunlike forms. A soft blow is all it takes to breathe new life into the flower, for the seeds to embark on new journeys in a scatter of liberated parachutes and hopeful wishes.

Not all dandelions have the fortune of finding new homes, however. Some are plucked for human purposes and imbued with new value as sentimental gifts. Many are transformed into entirely different products such as food and wine. Others are simply forgotten, doomed to remain in their original area until death finally claims them. Regardless, dandelions are transient like any other flower and will eventually disappear from the world.

Your flowers are deprived of that fate.

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mayuri-san · 3 years ago

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hypothermia (capitano x fem!reader)

Note: Characters depicted and featured are based on Herbarium (I imagine that this short fic takes place sometime in part IX. whopperflower) so go and read that before you read this fic!! content warnings: -afab/female!reader, yandere!capitano -dubcon (darling isn't in the right mental space at the start of the act but grows to enjoy it) -chastising self-talk and emotional turmoil from darling's abusive backstory (last reminder to read Herbarium^^!!) ++oral, hair pulling, riding, size difference, lots of lovey dovey hurt/comfort feelings and some nude intimacy in the bath word count: 5.1k words minors do not interact

The pad of your index finger toys with the edge of the page, turning it this way and that, while making sure not to leave a single crease or wrinkle on the paper. How many times have you reread the same line, skimming it again and again yet never quite absorbing the material? Your attention, despite itself, drifts back to his earlier words.

"The Maier son is dead."

How many were dead because of you? How many had he injured in the name of protecting you? You don't dare to glance away from the book you had sat in your lap. Nor do you dare to raise your head. You continue to feign the fact that you were interested in the story in front of you. Some story about a peasant girl attending a ball, reuniting with her first love who became a knight at the same time enamoring a rich nobleman who—

You don't jump at the sound of him calling your name. Instead you stubbornly keep your attention down, on the girl being tugged back and forth between the two men, the narrative likening her to a hapless butterfly, flapping its wings and only growing more trapped in the spider's web, dizzy from the sweet allure of the flower's nectar—

Capitano calls your name a second time. His low voice rumbles from within his chest, making you shudder involuntarily. It is all you have as a warning before one of his hands lands on your shoulder. The other plucks the book you were reading out of your grasp. "Hey—" You startle, stretching an arm out to take it back. The tips of your fingers graze against the edges of the leather cover, only to fall short out of reach.

Your eyes meet his. "Do I have your attention now?"

The retort dies on your lips and you shut your mouth, instead opting to frown. To make your displeasure visible. His palm is warm, an ever-present heat beckoning you to look at him. To lean into him. To respond, at the very least. Anything to dispel the chilling realization that you were alone.

The Maier son is dead. Your ex-foster parents are dead. You are alone in this land of ice and snow. No home, no more family rooting you in Mondstadt. You only have your husband now.

He isn't frowning, per se. You remember how the air turns cold when he's staring down insubordinate recruits, when he's mildly inconvenienced by Tartaglia's cheekiness, or even when he's gotten fed up with your petulant avoidance.

But this emotion coloring his features...

...he almost looks concerned for you. Maybe you're just not used to him taking off his mask within the walls of your home. But it's making you painfully aware that you're being seen.

Your gaze bows down to look at your clenched fists in your lap. "I'm listening now." You internally wince at the curt tone your voice has taken. This isn't how you were supposed to show gratitude to the person who has done nothing except provide warmth, safety, a home you could call your own.

"It can wait." The past few days have felt like a haze and his gentleness cuts through the fog clouding your thoughts. It's almost comforting, yet at the same time, your mind reminds you that he was responsible for—or maybe at the very least, that he might've played some part in the death of your ex-foster family. "Have you been thinking about the Maiers?"

"No," you say quickly, reaching out to grasp his hand. Your grip tightens, a plea for him to believe you. Your sleep has been far from peaceful, soured by bits and pieces of nightmares you can barely remember. How can you not think of your former family after being delivered such news?

Capitano's eyes widen by a mere fraction, before settling back into his neutral expression. "Don't be mistaken." The way he punctuates your name sends a shiver down your spine. "They might have fashioned themselves as a family, whether that be on paper or in front of others. But their treatment towards you was unbecoming and downright cruel of one. They do not deserve such a title anymore."

Panic clutches your throat. Has he seen through your words? You need to rectify that now.

Now, you stupid girl!

Instead, you swallow the words you wanted to counter. "I'm sorry...I'm—I think I'm just..." You don't know what else to say. Guilt wells up from within your stomach, a second 'sorry' lodges itself in your throat. You should have been grateful.

Ever the patient man, Capitano places his other palm atop yours.

You belatedly realize that it was easy to forget that you were in the care of a man who held more than just political renown. He was equally capable of extinguishing your life with his own hands if he wanted to. The way his hands dwarfed yours in comparison is a blaring reminder despite the warm gesture.

"Capitano, will you—" At the sound of his name, his hand shifts, encompassing yours in even more heat. It's dizzying.

Would you come with me? Stay with me? You want to ask, yet the words won't leave your throat.

Your fingers flex, letting the rough lines of his callused palm brush against yours before you pull away. "...nevermind, I'll—" you swallow, the next words leave your lips in a rush. "I'll go now."

[...]

The walk to your shared bedroom from the office does little for your buzzing thoughts. Your side of the bed is cold. Even after burrowing under the sheets, shivers wrack your frame as your meager body heat adjusts to the temperature.

He didn't allow you to run away that quickly though, stopping you in your tracks with a single call of your name before sending you off with a chaste kiss against your knuckles and—

...returning to his paperwork.

In hindsight, you think you should have asked for your book back.

Now alone, your mind spirals back to your earlier conversation with Capitano. He has and continues to see through you. You, with all your faint blemishes and little imperfections and scabbed over wounds—

You squeeze your eyes shut, what were you even trying to say before you left? At this point, you were no different from the hapless maiden in the storybook. No, you were worse, you might as well have waltzed into the spider's lair and narrowly danced out of its grasp before succumbing to the elements.

What were you trying to tell him? That you wanted him to soothe and comfort you? To take you to bed and to make you forget about your former family?

The train of thoughts continues in such a manner, twisting and looping back in on itself, leaving you on the cusp of sleep and awareness. Faintly, you register the edge of the bed dipping with a new entrant's weight. He's sitting next to you, laying a hand on your resting form.

Was he saying something to you? You can't make it out over the rush of blood in your ears. A stuffy sensation clouds your mind, leaving you vulnerable to his touch.

You hear the sound of your name being called, feel the heat of his palm sliding down the curve of your hip. Your building nervousness seizes your throat, but you adamantly force your body to remain still.

The edge of your dress hikes higher up, past your knees, past your thighs. Your eyes fly open at the sensation. Now bared to the cold, goosebumps prickle along the skin of your legs. In spite of that, a stubborn heat gathers in your cheeks, traveling down your spine, pooling in your lower stomach. Capitano nudges your legs apart, his hands settle atop the waistband of your underwear.

"You were awake." He observes—no, he knew all along—that you were feigning sleep.

Weakly shaking your head, you correct him, "I just woke up." It's a bad lie, but your other option was confirming what he already knew. The heat of his palms haven't left your sides, his fingertips dip beneath the soft fabric. "...are you going to continue?" you ask him.

A part of you hopes he wouldn't. "Would you like me to?" Your pulse speeds.

Wordlessly, you raise your hips, allowing him to fully slip off your underwear. It's not quite an answer, but it's a response that he takes in stride. After setting your underwear aside, he pulls your hips flush against him. His hand grazes against your crotch and your breath hitches.

Pulling away, the tips of his fingers are covered in clear arousal, thin viscous strings clinging to the ends of the digits. You move to close your legs, but the larger man has his other hand resting on your knee, keeping you exposed. Open to his ministrations.

His gaze is boring down on you, freezing you in place. And despite the trepidation coursing through you, a small—nonetheless needy—part of you wants him. The only reassurance he gives you is the slow stroke of his thumb against your knee.

The Captain doesn't spin his words with empty fluff and roundabout double-meanings. The same can be said for the way he touches you. Spread them wider.

Taking the cue, you scoot back. Letting him lean closer to you, letting him into your space. He presses his lips to the sensitive skin, trailing gentle kisses along your leg. The intimacy of the gesture isn't what makes you flinch. You can't help the quiet pained noises tearing from your throat when you feel the graze of his teeth. Red imprints—you are sure they will bruise—obscure the scars that marked your legs.

Capitano runs a hand along your inner thigh, the pads of his fingers moving closer and closer to your leaking cunt. As if he were attempting to soothe the trembling that seized your frame. He's close—too close, his breath ghosting along your core elicits a choked gasp from you. You press your lips shut, clap a hand over your mouth for added measure. The insistent heat clinging to the back of your neck creeps higher, setting your cheeks alight.

"W-wait," you weakly protest. "I can't keep my voice in—"

He stops short of making contact with your sex, gaze flicking up to meet yours. His other hand pushes a lock of his hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. "If my precious flower is overtaken with pleasure, then she should be as vocal as she likes." His words are muffled as he drags the flat of his tongue up against your slit.

The effect is instantaneous, your head thumps back against the mattress. You can barely hear his next words over the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. "Don't hold yourself back, my dear." Capitano's voice takes a low, dangerous tone. It's all you have as a warning before he seals his mouth over your clit and sucks hard.

Your fingers find purchase on the crown of his head, digging into his scalp. Now uncovered, moans and gasps freely pour from your lips. Your hips buck against the stimulation, aching to bring yourself closer to Capitano. You feel one of his digits prodding at your entrance, effortlessly slipping inside and moving in tandem with his mouth. It doesn't take long for him to find that sensitive bundle of nerves, doesn't take long for that building heat in your lower stomach to coil tighter and tighter, edging you closer to release—

Your first orgasm washes over you, making you cry out. Your grip on Capitano tightens, pulling at his hair and eliciting a deep groan from him. The sound seems to reverberate through your frame, making you moan in response. Through the haze of your vision, you see his demeanor is languid as he continues to envelop your clit in warmth. His eyes are closed in bliss, and his other hand idly runs along an old scar making the back of your thigh. The movement of his fingers inside you slows—not that the speed mattered in the first place, the size of two of his fingers, every movement is—enough to send sparks of pleasure throughout your lower half, drawing out your release for longer.

But when the wave of pleasure runs its course, he doesn't release you from his hold. The heavenly warmth enclosing the nub tips into overstimulation.

"Capitano...it's too much..." Your words are airy from trying to catch your breath, yet your hips continue to cant against him. Greedy for more in spite of what your nerves were yelling you. "...h-hurts..." Tears gather at the corners of your eyes.

He gives you a moment of reprieve and releases the nub, leaving it shiny with spit and red from stimulation. You can feel it throb with your heart's pulse. Capitano doesn't leave you unattended for long though, his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to his mouth. His tongue replaces his fingers, slipping into your entrance and coaxing out more of your arousal. You feel a mix of his saliva and your slick dripping and spilling onto the bed sheets.

"Hnn...Capitano—" you whine, trying to twist out of his grip.

The slow, tantalizing drag of his tongue along the length of your slit is intensified from his earlier ministrations, making you tremble. He hikes one of your legs over his shoulder to gain more access to your cunt.

"Just let me pleasure you," he tells you. You keen as his fingers press more bruises into your thighs. The way he says your name sends a rush of heat down your spine. It's as if you aren't some mere plaything in his hands. Capitano's touch, his words, his warmth—gentle and encompassing—it all makes you feel treasured. He puts his mouth on you again.

No matter how much you writhe, you are left helpless, caged in between the pleasure he's giving you and the mattress of your bed. Even if he isn't focusing on your overstimulated clit, every slight graze of his tongue against the swollen nub makes your toes curl. Your moans pitch higher, growing louder as you reach your peak for the second time. The only thing you can do is squeeze your thighs together, pull him against your core as you come.

God, it hurts—but why does it feel so good?

Stars explode behind your eyes. Your frame trembles with the aftershocks of your orgasm. The insistent heat that has been consuming your lower half pulls away. Without it, you're reminded of how empty you feel, in spite of being brought to release twice. It's as if you've become twice as vulnerable to the cold. But you can still feel his palms caressing the sides of your legs. The weight of Capitano's gaze on you makes you turn your head away, bring one of your arms up to obscure your face, the expression you were making—or it would have if he didn't catch your wrist

"Don't hide." It's the first request he's demanded from you. And you reluctantly obey, lowering your hand from your face, bring yourself to hold his gaze with your own. His hair is mussed up from your attempts to ground yourself. His expression softens for just a fraction of a second, eyes staring intently at you. You tense up as you feel his fingers interlock with yours. Of all things to send your pulse into a frenzy, it's this miniscule gesture—his insistence on being considerate.

How ironic, that it doesn't feel patronizing nor overbearing.

"Are you alright?" Capitano asks you. He wipes at his mouth with his free had removing the remnants of your arousal. For some reason the sight makes you shudder involuntarily. Butterflies are swarming in your stomach, choking out your words.

You can only muster a small nod as a response.

His thumb strokes the backs of your fingers. “Focus on catching your breath first.” Capitano gives your hand a squeeze before moving to rise from the bed. Possibly to draw a bath and to clean you up. A pinprick of dismay cuts through you at that thought, you’re empty and cold and you want—

Before you can think twice, your hand reaches out.

“Wait—” Capitano freezes at your touch. You’re shaking, but it isn’t because of the cold.

Swallowing, you pull yourself into a sitting position. Even the sensation of the bedsheets against your throbbing groin is enough to elicit a hitched breath from you. You clamp your mouth shut and fight the urge to shift your hips. How could you still crave more after that?

“W…will you let me…return the favor?” The last three words come out in a whisper. A part of you braces itself to repeat the question, but you thankfully will not have to. Your gaze glances downwards, at his ignored arousal straining against the fabric of his pants.

The silence of the room—his silence from scrutinizing you as well—is deafening. “...If you insist,” he relents.

Embarrassingly, your legs refuse to cooperate with your attempt to crawl towards him. You end up almost falling into his arms, collapsing against his chest. Stubbornly avoiding his gaze, your fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt. They also refuse to cooperate with you, coming undone much too slowly. With the way you’re sitting in his lap, you can feel his erection against your bare lower half.

He calls your name. Your cheeks are blazing at this point. He grasps your wrists, making you pause. "You're rushing." If you didn’t immediately gratify his needs, how could you call yourself his spouse? This wasn’t enough.

"But, don't you…doesn't it hurt?" Only after have the words left your lips do you realize how naive you sound. Your fingertips linger on the end of a faint scar peeking out from the sliver of skin you were able to bare. Just like you, he holds a canvas of old wounds, injuries that have probably hurt a thousand times worse than what you went through.

His hold on your wrists does not hinder you from continuing to undress him. What does surprise you though is the quiet puff of amused laughter emanating from him. You pause for a second time to gaze at his face. The faintly bright expression, a glimmer of mirth in his irises…

At the rare sight, your pulse stutters in your chest.

“Your earnest determination is more than enough to satisfy me,” Capitano reassures you, lips drawn in a fond smile. You snap yourself out of your stupor and go to unbutton the rest of his shirt before he can catch you staring too intently, trying to commit the close-up sight to memory.

The sound of his laughter in your ears again tells you that you failed.

Your eyes stay pointed at his now-bare chest, run your gaze along the scars that you have uncovered. Lightly trace a finger along the line spanning from the base of his ribcage to his side. An injury sustained several months ago, possibly from a weapon with a serrated blade—the skin is uneven, didn’t heal as seamlessly. Your gaze flicks up to gauge his expression, if he was growing impatient.

But why? You didn’t have to look and double-check though. Underneath your other palm, his chest rises and falls with steady breaths.

Your hand moves to his side, an older scar this time—a stray arrow that grazed him, he didn’t realize that the wound was bleeding until long after the battle had ended. There are more scars marking his back, his legs, especially his hands and forearms. Accidents on the battlefield, vicious beasts, sudden betrayals, time was kind enough to leave some of them as faint white blemishes. As for the others—reminders of his early carelessness, inexperience, and overconfidence—he had eventually grown to accept them as part of his person.

But for you, seeing them again was just like seeing them for the first time.

“...I’m sorry…” The apology spills out from you. You can’t bear to imagine the weight of what he carried during each instance of pain. “...about earlier…I’m sorry.” For being insensitive, for ignoring you, for being ungrateful.

“I should be saying that to you.” Capitano’s fingers brush over a faint white line marring your wrist. His touch is kind, so much kinder than your previous partners. “You’re in pain.”

“Mine? No…” You shake your head. “These—they’re different, they’re…” you trail off. The words ‘unimportant, deserved, ugly’ dance on your tongue.

He lifts your chin with his hand. “Are they also not proof that you fought? That you survived?”

“Survived, maybe.” But you weren’t strong like him. Just cover them up, you want to say. Just take my body as you like and give me bruises in return. You don’t want to look at them. You don’t want him to see them.

Though, that choice wasn’t yours to make.

You swallow down the discomfort as his hands move to the hem of your dress. “Raise your arms,” he says in a soft voice. You obey and let him pull the garment over your head, baring the rest of your body. You feel him press his lips to the crown of your head. Goosebumps pimple your upper back, your arms come up to cover your chest out of reflex. He sets your dress aside and also removes his shirt.

The heat of Capitano’s palms finds your waist. “Let me see you.”

You make a weak sound of protest, but lower your arms and place them against his chest. It’s not that you aren’t able to support yourself, you’re sure that he can hold you up with one hand. Rather, it is the feeling of your arousal dripping along your inner thigh in spite of your mortification. The weight of his gaze is trained on your vulnerable form. Bashfully, you meet his eyes.

…it almost feels like adoration, a warm but ultimately unfamiliar sensation. You want to shy away.

Capitano’s hand moves lower, his thumb brushing against your clit. Your hips buck at the sensation. Breaking eye contact, you squeeze your eyes shut, suddenly overwhelmed at the budding pleasure between your legs. No, this wasn’t right, you were supposed to be pleasuring him.

Your eyes fly open. “N-no…wait, let me…” Somehow you find your voice. His hand stops stimulating the nub but you still have to hold yourself back from grinding against the pad of his callused digit. With a shaky hand, you free his cock from the confines of his pants. At your hesitant touch, you can feel it twitch in your palm. The throbbing heat is dizzying. His grip on your hips tightens for a fraction as you line up the tip with your entrance.

Biting your lip, you lower your hips and let him penetrate you.

He says your name, concern lacing the word. “While I appreciate your attempt to be assertive, you are going to hurt yourself…”

“It’s—hnn… not a problem…” You sink down a few more centimeters onto his shaft. Despite your dismissal, a pained keening noise leaves your throat. How were you able to take him the first time?

“My love, you’re too tight.” Capitano’s palm caresses the side of your face, as if attempting to soothe the crease on your features. Risking a glance at him, you note that he almost looks unfazed at the feeling of your attempts to fit him. “You need to relax…”

If he was so concerned, then why was he—your breath hitches as you feel him grow harder.

His palms return to your sides, fingers pressing lightly into your waist and keeping you from taking more of his cock. Your knees are trembling and you don’t need to look to see that you were only able to fit less than half of its length. But even then, you can feel your entrance already stretching to its limits to accommodate its girth. You feel tears springing to the corners of your eyes.

This was embarrassing, no, more embarrassing than that, your cunt continued to traitorously leak in spite of the overwhelming stimulation.

He presses his forehead against yours. With this proximity, you can feel his breath fan across your lips. “You’re rushing again…slow down…” He is going to leave bruises along your waist. Despite his level-headed voice, you know he’s almost at his limit. You brace a hand against his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, you try again—

So what if it hurts? Just start feeling good already, you’re about to say. But all that leaves your throat is a small whine. “K…kiss me, plea—” Capitano’s lips meet yours, eliciting a soft moan. He doesn’t stop there, his hands reach up to stroke your nipples, sending more sparks of pleasure through your chest. The added stimulation makes your hips buck, shallowly fucking yourself on his cock. Taking more and more until he bottoms out.

The fullness of his length inside you combined with the sight of your joined hips stirs more heat. “Does…it feel good?” you ask, after pulling apart. You bring yourself to glance at his face and feel your pulse come to a standstill.

The look in his eyes—dark with lust, fully and absolutely captivated—captures you. “Yes.” Every breath he takes is measured, the only thing he can do to keep his self-control from snapping. “You feel absolutely divine, my beloved flower.”

How did praise come so easily to him? You feel your cheeks flush. “But I haven’t… started moving yet…”

Capitano’s hand brushes against your lower stomach, before pressing down. Even without exerting that much force, a strangled moan escapes your throat. Your cunt spasms at the sensation. “And yet, you’re tightening around me like a vice…”

Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder as he lightly pinches and rolls your nipples in between his fingers. Capitano’s words continue, filling your head with him. “...trying to pull me deeper—mm!”

You surge forward and pull him into a deep kiss, swallowing the rest of his words. You run your fingers through his hair, smoothing out the tangles and savoring the silk-like texture against your skin. The painful sensation of trying to fit him has completely dissipated. Uninhibited, you grind against him, and in turn, he meets every cant of your hips. Every brush of his cock against your folds pulls moans and gasps from you, messing up your rhythm.

Starved of air, you break apart to catch your breath. Your legs buckle, no longer able to hold up your weight. But it does little to hinder Capitano’s own need for pleasure, he bounces you on his lap and continues to drive his cock in and out of your cunt. With each thrust, it almost feels as if he was reaching deeper and deeper into you, pushing into your womb.

Your release comes hard and fast, making you seize up and clench down on him. Capitano’s pace grows erratic, you feel his length twitch before spilling his come inside you.

Suddenly, your back meets the mattress of the bed. Your legs twitch as he pulls out, letting his seed drip from your cunt.

Your eyes catch that his erection hasn’t flagged. Another jolt seizes you as his cock rubs against your entrance, lightly spreading your folds and smearing the clear arousal. “A-aren’t you done?” You still haven’t caught your breath, you don’t know if you’re able to take even more—

“I’m afraid I haven’t had my fill yet.” Capitano leans closer to you, bracketing you in his arms. His hair falling past his shoulders comes down like a curtain, seemingly closing you off from the rest of the world. You can only see his expression, pupils dilated with pleasure and ragged breaths pouring from his lips. If looks could kill, it would have been death at first sight for you. “Would you allow me to indulge myself, my darling?”

You wrap your shaking arms around his neck, pull him closer to you and bury your face into the crook of his neck. Let him enter you for a second time.

How many deaths would that make this?

You realize that the trembling of your frame isn’t born from fear, but rather anticipation for what he would do.

So when did you learn to meet his gaze unflinchingly?

[...]

The hot water is a godsend, especially in a land of perpetual winter like Snezhnaya. The heat seeps into your frame. It will do wonders for the impending soreness after you get out of the tub. You can also chalk up the flush in your cheeks to the temperature, and not because of Capitano’s inhuman stamina, not because of his continued insistence on pleasuring you as well, and definitely not because of the way he almost brought you to another climax as he cleaned you up before helping you into the tub.

One of your hands wipes at your face in an attempt to dispel the building fluster. He was going to have to carry you around again. You sink and let the water come up to cover your shoulders, drawing your knees up to your chest and idly stare at the slowing ripples of the water.

“Don’t fall asleep in the bath.” Capitano’s voice brings you out of your thoughts. He closes the door behind him. “You’ll overheat.”

Straightening up, you protest. “I’m—urk—awake!” You wince at the roughness of your voice, bringing up a hand to rub at your throat.

“Good.” His expression gives way to concern. “I’ll prepare some tea for you.”

“N-no, you don’t need to.” The effort it takes to speak at a normal volume is too much, you elect to whisper instead. You shake your head and reach out for him. At the light brush of your fingertips against his wrist, Capitano’s hand envelops yours. “Will you join me?”

“Let me clean myself first, I’ll be with you.” He promises with a press of his lips against the crown of your head.

You stare furtively at his back as he moves to the shower. Count the minutes until the sound of running water stops. When he steps out, he meets your gaze, catches you staring at his well-endowed form, the droplets of water running down the lines of muscle—

Embarrassed, you duck your gaze and scoot over to make space for him in the tub. The water level rises at the presence of another person.

“May I?” Capitano’s hands hover short of making contact with your shoulders.

“...mhm.” You make a soft noise of assent, lightly flinching at the weight of his touch against your bare skin. His thumbs rub soothing circles into you, your eyes flutter shut and you lean against him. The steady thump of his heartbeat is comforting.

…It almost feels like home in his arms.

A/N: this one's for u bestie @jessamine-rose, MERRY CHRISMISS! thank you for infecting me with brainworms by osmosis (derogatory) and ty also for beta'ing this fic haha i was dying at the romantic-y chivalrous character of capitano had fun writing capitano's darling and subjecting her to his wholehearted love and devotion

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