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"how do i look?"

✧ ─ character: shenhe

✧ ─ warnings: mild angst to comfort, fluff included, mentions of WEIGHT GAIN, FLUCTUATIONS, and INJURY; does not mention eating disorders or habits; READER IS INSECURE ABOUT BODY IMAGE,  non-implied n/sfw, gender neutral reader (mentions of wearing a dress), uses of pet names, established relationship

✧ ─ minors/ageless blogs dni

inspired by stolas, thank you for existing ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

coconut scents infused with vanilla sprayed once more through the purifier. the tropical humidity waited outside as you tried another dress. and how many have you tried on? three of four? you were starting to lose count, trying to find the perfect one for an impromptu date night.

anyway, it was rare for you both to take some time off. so you figured, why not browse and treat yourself? though, a part of you felt guilty for taking so long in the changing room when your girlfriend sat patiently outside, probably bored to death as shopping was not much of ‘her thing’.

SHENHE slipped her slender fingers through a page, gingerly flipping through the thin magazine pages. products after products, labelled in a foreign language. this weekend getaway was supposed to be relaxing - she had booked all sorts of spa appointments, including facial packages to reward your recent promotion. little did she know how exasperated you’ve been feeling about your weight fluctuation.

tears pricked at the brim of your eyes as you sucked in your stomach to zip the dress up. was this the biggest size? of course it was. you were hoping that shenhe didn’t notice how your fingers danced along the hangers, peeking at the numbers ascending. you knew she was the last person on earth to criticise your weight, but you couldn’t help to feel insecure over her perfect, hourglass figure. almost like a rooster beside a crane.

the dress hugged your soft stomach so perfectly, however you were horrified how it accentuated your disappearing waist. hours at work had paid off for your promotion, no doubt, but what about the layer of fat that sat around your thighs? you pinched your legs and sighed, your breath shaking slightly as you controlled your tears.

“angel, what’s the matter?” shenhe peered through the curtain, opening it gently to check on you. “y/n, what are you doing—“

“please wait outside, i don’t like this dress—“ your nose reddened, a tear cascading slowly down your cheek.

“oh my sweet love, what’s the matter?” she asks again, extending her arm forward to pull you closer.

it felt almost ridiculous to open up about such a vulnerable insecurity. how you were always mocked or criticised for your body image. but she knew every part of you that worked hard to defy their negativity - that everyone around you was secretly jealous of your success, having to focus solely on your physical appearance. nothing was enough for horrible people, that sought vanity over intelligence and values such as you. shenhe was so proud of you everyday, and saw you as the most beautiful person to live. the unspoken insecurities broke her tremendously, but she understood your pain and tucked you close in her embrace.

her hands trailed along your hair and down your spine. almost flinching at her touch along your waist, you sighed, soaking every ounce of love and compassion she offered in this moment. you knew instantly that there was absolutely nothing wrong about your figure.

that nothing was wrong with the way your stomach folded as you sat comfortably, the way your skin rippled as an ocean’s wave. how the cellulite on your legs resembled cosmic dust made of a collection of stars to be coloured by blue and purple veins along your skin. the fat sitting on your thighs were made of layers of love in shenhe’s hours spent preparing dinner, to its finest quality, so you would be well fed and healthy. how your body repaired itself after every tear, scrape and bruise; how every cell in your body survived and worked for you, only for you.

your beauty had always been skin deep, beyond society’s deemed imperfections. shenhe always sighed and reinforced that society was quick to create insecurities, and try to profit off from them. while it seemed easier said than done, since she was so beautiful naturally, her insecurities stemmed from inadequacy and losing the people she loves.

as you melted in her arms, the weight of your insecurities lifted. almost as if her love radiated as a glowing aura of kindness and strength. she hummed into your hair, planting a soft kiss before whispering, “my sweet y/n, you have nothing to be insecure about. you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen. and i promise you this, that i would never get tired of looking at you. changes on your body turn like chapters in a book, each new mark or scar is a story to be read, my love.”

kiss after kiss, her lips followed the crook of your neck, to the dip of your shoulder. pulling away, she gazed into your eyes, softening with adoration.

“y/n, you look perfect in this one, and i love how you feel in my hands.”

all written content has been produced/created by me. please do not repost my work on other platforms. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

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NOT CHILDE AND WANDERER HAVING THE SAME VOTES

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"so, are you going to kiss me?"

✧ ─ characters: beidou, yelan, ningguang (separated) ✧ ─ warnings: romance/fluff, non-implied n/sfw, gender neutral reader, uses of pet names, mentions of alcohol (beidou), mentions of gambling (yelan) ✧ ─ minors/ageless blogs dni

the sea breeze grazed your cheek gently. lantern rite was as thrilling and merry as ever - laughter, joy, love surrounded as people rejoiced for another lunar new year. BEIDOU grins, leaning forward with an elbow along the handles. the crux sailed smoothly, journeying closer to a firework backdrop of liyue harbour. it was her first time taking you on a trip with her, alone. insisting that she wanted to take you on a tour around liyue, and perhaps to any destination of your choice. all she wanted was to spent lantern rite with you.

though she wasn’t drunk. perhaps, she had enough to make such a bold decision to kiss you. “captain beidou, i can’t— not when you have had some alcohol.” she chuckled, inching closer with her hands cupping your face, “okay, doll-face, i’ll kiss you in the morning. that’s a promise.” her hands slipped along your arms, luring your hands into hers so she could plant the softest, liquor-stained kiss on your palms. 

chatter and noise filled the room, but your pounding heart was louder than everything else. you sat on YELAN’s lap, with her hand resting on your thigh. she called you her ‘lucky charm’ - always the source of her biggest wins in the casino, but never crediting her own intelligence or strategy. “you know, darling, i’ll get luckier if you gave me a kiss.” and how exactly were you resist? while it was conflicting - being her assistant - you’ve always had your eyes set on her and obeyed her commands so well. it wasn’t long until she took interest in you. such a pretty face, such a diligent colleague.

she noticed everything about you and kept you close with every excuse she could find - missions, casino visits, vacations. her eyes pleaded into yours. within a brief moment, your lips curved into a slight smile as you leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss on her peppermint-flavoured lips.

shifting her hair aside, you gingerly zipped NINGGUANG’s dress up. the scent of jasmine and oranges slipped through each strand. your fingertips running through the closest touch to silk. it was your first time being so physically close to her - it felt profoundly intimate.

not everyone had the privilege to enter her personal bedroom, decorated with the utmost luxury and custom-designed decor. everything about her was elegance and pristine beauty, from her dazzled, ruby eyes, to the dips along her neckline. to accept that your fingers followed the curves of her back, to her nape that’s now covered with a mandarin collar and the clasp of her jade-beaded necklace.

your breath hitched as she turned around, “thank you, y/n. how do i look?” cherry red lips twisting into the most gorgeous and alluring smile. “you look beautiful, lady ningguang.” you spoke almost breathlessly.

“you haven’t answered me, y/n.” ningguang drew her presence into your arms. without realising, your hands rested on her waist. deeply intoxicated by her beauty. “will you kiss me now?” she asked, peppering your neck with subtle kisses, surely to leave a mark.

all written content has been produced/created by me. please do not repost my work on other platforms. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

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Merry Christmas y'all ⛄

[mistachesme]

I kinda wanna move blogs....

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is there going to be a p2 to the childe fwb thing :p

Yess there's definitely a part 2 for that!!! I will be working on it as soon as I'm done with my scara fic hehe

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GUYS HES SOOOO???!!!!!!?!! U QRE COMING HOME TO ME WHETHER U LIKE IY OR NOT COZ IM AT 70 PITY AND GUARANTEED

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1k words in already 🥹

Kinda in a mood to write a bodyguard! scaramouche fic AAAAAAAAAAAAH

[mistachesme]

hihi !! i was wondering if you were open to doing part 2s on posts? i was reading through everything and i kind of fell in love w childe angst and i was just like-

she didn’t deserve that

regardless of what i think,, everything you write is just immaculate and i really love all of it<3 i hope you have an amazing day and i hope your pillow(s) are cold on both sides all night

Ngl i have been thinking to do a part 2 but at the same time I want to keep it as one shot uk?

but if I ever considered writing a part 2, it would in childe’s pov tho.

After that incident in the club, reader confronts childe before breaking up. They block him everywhere and leave him for good.

Not even single trace of them was left behind. They took everything with them. The photos of reader which he saved on his phone, on his laptop, they were gone.  

At first childe was relieved that it was over. In his mind, the initial sparks and the attraction died down and besides, they deserved better.

After a while, he does start missing the reader sm. He wistfully thinks that maybe someday they will come back to him as they are forgiving.

But they never do. He ends up regretting everything.

[mistachesme]

this blog and your writing are SO good, literally makes my day, i am so lucky to follow you and to read your work, so so happy!

mucho love, keep being as bright as the light of the full moon on surrounding clouds

oh and happy Diwali <3

I'm so blessed that you are following me, u have no idea omg 😭 moree love to uu and i hope u have a great time hereee lovely <3

U are so sweet 🥺 anon thank u for sending me a sweet ask and yes happy diwali 💙

[mistachesme]

Hello hello!! Im pretty sure I’ve seen your writing before but never followed you lol so sorry, but I really enjoyed your recent fics with Diluc and especially the recent Zhongli angst fic.

I really like the pacing of your writing, //that sounds a little weird, not sure if I phrased that right haha// as well as the way you write the characters. They’re done really well!

Looking forward to your future fics! All the best to you! :3

Hellloooo!! Pls don't be sorry <3 I'm so glad you enjoyed my diluc fic, and also my zhongli's angst fic heheh.... It's something I had on my mind for so long, so it makes me happy that they are ppl who enjoyed it <3

You don't understand how happy i get when someone says something nice about my writing. So pls don't think it's weird!!!

Thank you for dropping by to leave a nice ask for me. Welcome to my blog, I hope you enjoy ur stay here hehe 💙

[mistachesme]

Kinda in a mood to write a bodyguard! scaramouche fic AAAAAAAAAAAAH

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Could I request Dehya or Dainsleif with:

❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❜

Thank you for requesting dehya for this. I love her sm 🥺

Pure angst

Dainsleif

The man you nursed back to life, meets your betrayed expression with an emotionless face.

"That's it?" You question him in disbelief. "All the days we spent didn't mean anything to you?"

Pain washes over his face. He outstretches his hand to reach your crying form but decides against it.

"I wish to bring you no harm." Dainsleif's usually calm voice is cracking. "I can't take you with me. My journey ahead is far more dangerous. It's best we part our ways."

There's rebuttal in your eyes and he can't stand it. Hell, he couldn't stand you from the beginning.

You saved the dying man. Cooked him food and stayed by his side until he recovered his strength.

The last battle was brutal. He barely survived it. He was so used to his solitary. He doesn't remember the last time someone took care of him.

But now that he had a taste of your affection. It's killing him. He doesn't want to be away from you. He cherished the times he spent with you more than you can imagine.

"I will be going." He whispers faintly before turning his back to you. Every step he takes, gets him further away from you.

"Don't leave me." You scream, making him flinch. Yet, he doesn't stop walking. "Dain.... I love you."

You are sobbing as you watch the love of your life walk away. And it feels like you died a little when he doesn't even look your way.

Your voice gets fainter and fainter until he can't hear you anymore.

Dainsleif was once a feared knight from a nation that is long gone. He's a warrior who didn't need a weapon; he is a weapon himself.

And yet, he lost.

"You are a weapon," he thinks to himself sadly. "And weapons don't weep."

Dehya

She always comes back to you.

Somedays she comes home with little wounds on her body which makes you frown with worry.

"It's nothing." She laughs, trying to reassure you. "It's just a scratch, and the mora I gained from this commission makes it all worth it."

Somedays she won't be home until weeks. You try not to show it really. Yet, the worry on your face is so obvious.

You wait for the knock on the main door with baited breath. It's been so long since you last saw her. So, you pace around the room with both impatience and excitement.

You missed her so much.

When you hear a soft knock on the door, you rush to open it. And before you know it, you are in her arms.

"Dehya," you breathed in relief. "You are back."

You hear her chuckle against your ear. "I will always come back to you."

Although her voice is cheerful, you can hear the hint of something in it.

You lift your head to look in her eyes. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing." she says with a smile. "I missed you."

"I missed you more." You tell her shyly.

"It was a long mission." She explains as she took a seat on your sofa. "... and a very difficult one too."

You nod in understanding.

"Were you hurt?"

She shakes her head in an unreadable expression.

"The commission was a success." She continues, her eyes turning glassy. "And, we lost some of our people."

There is a moment of silence. And, then you shuffle closer to her.

Cupping her face you tell her, "It's okay to let it out."

Dehya frowns. Her lips tremble with sadness as she blinks back the tears.

"'You are a weapon, and weapons don't weep' is what you are thinking no?" You tell her with a sad smile. "To me you are only my dehya. It's okay to cry in front of me."

It's like the dam broke. The weight of the mission and its loss finally gets to her. So you lend her your shoulder when she crumbles in front of you.

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Okay why is aki so fine