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Love Tropes

These are specific tropes i feel that certain Genshin men would fall into

Lovers on opposite sides.

Rivals or potential adversaries in huge wars. You first meet in a fight, weapons drawn and the weight of victory looming over you. Neither of you wants to lose but you both realise this isn't worth fighting for. They aren't fighting for their home anymore because they realise their home is only with you. It's secretive, meetings in the dark, dinners spent together twenty-five feet away from each other's table. Finally, the war subsides and you can feel safe together.

Sara, Gorou, Kokomi, Kaeya, Lynette

Childhood friends turned sweethearts.

You've always been together, and now as you grow older they understand that they don't want to live a day without you. You mean too much to let you go when they love you. Middle school dances turn into prom, and before you know it, you dance at your wedding.

Lyney, Tighnari, Jean, Navia, Itto

The curse only broken by true love

They are cursed with immortality and to live out their days as hideous beasts for their sins until someone comes along and loves them anyway. They don't believe it will ever happen. But here we are. You see the human beneath the scales, fur, feathers, and back anti-social attitude. And once they return to humanity, a royal wedding is in order.

Furine, Zhongli, Diluc, Xiao, Neuvillette, Al Haitham, Ei

Shy hopeless romantic who is finally able to be romantic

Normally they can't seem to talk at all without stuttering but with you its so so easy. They feel safe with you and they fall fast and completely. They shower you with thoughtful gifts and actions in hopes of showing you how much they mean to you.

Freminet, Ayaka, Ganyu, Kazuha

Opposites attract

They're almost always serious but as luck would have it, they fell in love with sunshine personified, someone with no cares. They wont admit it but they appreciate you for the light you add to their life. They wouldn't have it any other way, even if it doesn't always seem like they acknowledge the effect you've had on their life.

Scaramouche, Ayato, Eula, Albedo, Xianyun, Ningguang

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Sorry if this is weird but I haven't seen anything like this before but could you maybe do some sort of headcanon for genshin characters with a s/o that had a cryptic pregnancy. Like they leave for one day or come home after a couple hours and s/o is just like "yeah I didn't know" while holding a newborn. Again sorry if it's weird

Sure, this sounds super interesting! Also sorry if this took a while i haven't been as active recently but ill try to get more into the fandom soon <3

(Ill only be doing the male character since the nature of this would be a little hard to plan out for the female characters, hope that's ok)

Genshin Men Reacting to Cryptic Pregnancies

Kaeya

Kaeya looks at you like you're crazy. He legitimately believes that you've just picked up some newborn orphan to baby-trap him without getting pregnant.

Well, at least that's what he believed until he saw what the tiny child looked like up close.

There was no room to deny that the child looked strikingly similar to him; dark blue hair and tan skin. The only difference between them was that this tiny baby had your eyes.

And as his tiny fingers grab the air in front of Kaeya, he becomes increasingly aware of what has happened.

You were pregnant for nine months. You gave birth.

And he wasn't even there when you did- he was drinking like his social life depended on it at the tavern.

"I'm a terrible husband," he laughs, incredulous of himself.

He couldn't turn such a child away, even if he wanted no children. It would be obvious who had fathered one of the two blue-haired people in Mondstadt.

Diluc

Diluc is at a loss for words.

He doesn't doubt you, he's known you so deeply that he can see in your eyes and in your body that you've been through something.

So when you hold the tiny infant out towards him, he carefully takes her into his arms as if she were a treasure so valuable he could not bear the idea of tarnishing it.

He presses her warmly against his chest and looks at you in such a way that you know he is not at all upset with you. In fact, he then looks away and places a triad of light pecks on her short red hair.

"I wish i had known" he says ruefully- and for a moment your heart sinks as though you think he was disappointed in such an outcome.

"If i had known sooner, we could have prepared a nursery"

Venti

Venti isn't quite sure whether he wants to run away from you or towards you.

It wasn't that he didn't like you anymore, or that he didn't want children.

He simply worried that he would not be a good parent, staying late into the night in bars playing music and over-drinking. He could see those days flying away from him in the eyes of the child.

But still, he could not harbour resentment for such a young, uncomprehending thing. Something that depended on him so greatly- far greater than any normal mortal had ever depended on him as an archon.

No, to him this was special.

He thought about it. Yes, his days of drinking every day were behind him. But something new would soon replace them. He traded wine for a son who loved him like no other would.

Venti surely had never planned on this, had he known you were pregnant he would have tried harder to break his ugly habit of day drinking.

But what is done is done, he thinks.

Now he just had to raise a child. How hard could it be?

Albedo

He sums it up as a curiosity, rather than sentimentality. He admits that yes he loves you, but this thing, surely he was only keeping it alive- feeding it, burping it, changing it- to satiate his curiosity of how it came to be in the first place.

Firstly, he was under the impression that he was infertile, let alone thinking you were pregnant. It simply wasn't something he accounted for.

But you see it differently to him. You can see that what Albedo is denying as intrigue was really paternal love. You weren't quite sure whether he was trying to deny it, to keep the child at arm's length, or whether he was just dense. That wasn't something anyone had really associated with Albedo.

He supposes that, in a way, the baby was rather cute. It abstained from taking on many of his attributes, which he found himself thankful for. If he was honest, the baby was more similar to you in appearance. The only thing he theorised may be a piece of him showing was the fact that the child seemingly could not take their eyes off of their surroundings.

Its a gradually thing, a feeling that develops over weeks of caring for it. What started out as wonder at how it happened slowly melded into the realisation that he no longer cared, and the point was that it did happen, and he was content with that answer for once.

Xiao

Xiao very nearly drops off the earth after you show him the child. It could not be his- or yours- he's sure he would have been able to sense the pregnancy if you were.

The weeks after are filled with worry and Xiao's absence. He sits atop the roof of Wangshu Inn, looking out at the city in the distance, wondering if you and, by extension, 'your' child is still there.

He's desperate to take another glance, to put his guilt to bed, to prove to himself that the child could not be his. He's also terrified it could prove the opposite, leaving Xiao in more guilt than before and with more responsibilities.

Xiao may have never seen you again had it not been for Zhongl's insistence that he appear to him. With you sat beside him.

At first glance, he comes to realise that it is undeniable that the child is his. He could feel it, stronger than any feeling he had ever felt before. He felt his heart clench painfully inside of his chest as though it were crying for the moments they had wasted.

But he still can't bring himself to touch his child, too afraid to stain it with his sins.

He cries against you that night, sobbing apologies into your shoulder and muttering promises to his son.

Tartaglia

Bro straight up does not even question it. He's heard of such things before and he's so sure and secure in your relationship that the idea that it isn't his or yours doesn't even cross his mind.

If he's honest, its obviously his. The ginger hair was a big hint.

Ajax is honestly incredibly happy- he's always wanted a family of his own and he feels as if this was a gift from the archons. A child that no one outside of him and you know exists yet. He's aware of how good a position that is given how high his place in the fatui is.

He cannot resist telling his family, asking them to keep if close to their chest for the baby's sake.

He didn't get the chance to look after you during the pregnancy, so he's making up for it now. He won't let you do anything in the first few months.

"Stay here gorgeous, I'll feed her!", "You worked so hard you deserve an hour where you aren't looking after our child", and "I just found the CUTEST little outfit in the boutique- look!" are all common things to hear now.

He hasn't brought it up yet, but he really, really wants another one. One that he can help you with during the pregnancy and anticipate.

Zhongli

I feel as though there is no way for you to be pregnant and have him not know at some point.

In fact, he tries to hint it to you in the beginning and later outright asks you if you're pregnant. When you deny it, he's astoundingly patient, waiting for you to realise it yourself.

He understands that it must be absurd to hear that you were pregnant when you have no symptoms of it.

So he makes it a point to always be close by, or to have someone (usually Xiao) keep an eye on you.

It's just an average walk through Liyue Harbour when you drop to the floor and groan in pain. Your husband is immediately there to steady you, offering his strong hand for you to crush.

People gather around you both in concern, encircling you like you were some spectacle. Zhongli tells them to step away, and as people start to realise the gravity a green-haired doctor slips past the crowd.

You give birth in the street, never realising you were pregnant before leaving the house.

Kaedehara Kazuha

Kazuha has always been fairly good at going with the flow and this was no exception.

If he was honest, he knows that even if it wasn't related to you both, and you just picked it up off the street he would never refuse it.

He does his best to accept things and help you with things after, to make sure you heal well.

He's never cared for a child, let alone his own but he's willing to try his best in doing so.

And he's an outrageously good father given he had no time to prepare.

He fashions a baby bed on the crux, sleeping with the baby on his chest every night before finishing it.

It's you who finds out that your child will only sleep when sung to, after Kazuha has been doing so for the first few weeks.

Kazuha hadn't expected this but he has to admit that having a child has made him feel at home in every place as long as it is with you.

Thoma

Immediately Thoma panics. Though not for the reason you expect.

"Now I have to give short notice when asking for paternity leave"

Of course, he doesn't make it your fault, he's aware it's half of both of you.

When the Kamisato siblings find out, Ayaka is extremely excited. Thoma is given paid paternity leave, and Ayaka gets to coo at your tiny baby, marvelling at how it managed to occur.

Thoma is a wonderful father and he always volunteers to get up in the night for feeds and changes.

Fatherhood suits him well <3

He may have one moment of apprehension about the pregnancy, briefly questioning whether you had really given birth.

Before he reigns himself back in and realises that he knows you would never do something like that.

Arrataki Itto

Cue five minutes of pure silence while he tries to understand what you just said <3.

Bro didn't even know that was possible, like no way.

But at the same time, he understands that you wouldn't joke about this sort of thing. Plus the baby has horns just like her father.

He's in a state of shock for a few hours, a dumb expression painted on as he sits down cradling the baby oni.

And then finally he responds.

"Wait so this is like mine? I have to keep it and like look after it and stuff?"

Gorou

Gorou could smell something different with you from the beginning but with nothing to go on he didn't press it.

And at some point he just stopped noticing it, there was no reason to assume when he saw no real change in your behaviour.

Until he sees two resistance members charging towards him and beckoning him to follow them as they run off once more.

And that's when he finds you, sat low against the wall of a hut, sweaty and tearstained.

And then he hones in on the babe tucked between your arms and chest.

And then the guilt hits him. He could have known this might be the case, surely he should have made you leave just until he was sure of the outcome.

"I- I forced you into battle... And-and you were pregnant."

Kamisato Ayato

Ayato is very sure that you would never lie to him but he knows that the circumstances will be suspicious to many and that those who doubt may spread rumours given your unmarried status.

He loves you and he'd sooner die than have people spread vicious lies about you like you were some harlot.

But he really can't bear the idea of giving up your son.

So he bites the bullet and he, you, and Ayaka make a public appearance when you both introduce your child and the godmother, Ayaka <3.

People talked about you both but he couldn't care less when he had something so beautiful to look forward to now.

Tighnari

Tighnari is also there to watch you suddenly give birth. However he remains calm, easing your pain with herbs and scents.

He kisses your forehead and squeezes your hand to reassure you of how well you're doing.

He has never had experience with one in person but he knows of them, and he takes the subsequent weeks observing you and the baby, all while caring for you both.

He hadn't expected a child so soon but he had desire for a whole family someday so he took it in stride.

He takes great pleasure telling Collei, knowing how excited she would be.

Cyno

Cyno feels his whole heart thump when he comes home from a week of work away from you to see you in a chair, rocking a baby back and forth.

"Are you babysitting for a friend, sweetheart?"

You jump as if you didn't hear him enter and then relax when your eyes find him in the doorway.

"Not quite," you murmur as you play with the baby's tiny hand/

He grows curious and gingerly steps closer until he is beside you, looking down at the child.

He'd recognise that hair anywhere. And those eyes.

He felt as though he was looking back at himself from his past.

Instinctively he reaches out to gently caress the small face that peers up at him.

And then he looks back at you as if asking for an explanation. How did this happen? Surely, he would have realised you were pregnant.

Scaramouche

No. He's unwilling to even entertain the idea that you were pregnant with his child, to begin with. He was sure he was infertile. there was no way this thing was his.

And its that simple to him, you think. He leaves and you never meet again.

What you don't know is that Scaramouche, now Wanderer, is none the wiser to your existence, and the child you share.

Sorry, that's quite a sombre ending. I would like to mention that with Scara, he would ultimately return to you if he knew you <3

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The Sinclairs' Reaction to their S/O Giving Birth to Twins

Bo Sinclair

Bo knows that since he is one of a pair himself, there's always a bigger chance you'll have twins too.

He just hadn't expected it to be so soon.

Of course, you looked a little rounder than you both thought you would but he was sure you were just carrying an extra chunky baby. 

He remembers that when his mother was pregnant with Lester, she would complain about how heavy he was just for one baby, but his father always maintained that it meant he must be healthy.

So imagine Bo's shock when he's handed TWO babies, all swaddled up in blankets.

He's shocked and hates to admit it but his first though was 

"Fuck now we gotta think of an extra name."

But after that, he gets a feeling of De ja vous.

They're so tiny in his hands and he cant help but feel his eyes water a little.

They aren't conjoined and thats all he could ask for.

But they are two boys, just like him and Vincent.

And they have his eyes and hair. 

When you take them home, he starts working on a new crib- one was not gonna cut it now.

In fact he was trying to get two of everything he could to make sure he never had to use their old childhood things.

He promises himself that he'll never love one more than they other.

Vincent Sinclair

You both had a feeling you were having twins and Vincent was honestly terrified at the notion.

He's completely terrified that they'll be conjoined like he and Bo were.

Infact he was terrified that they'd inherit any features from him. He hasnt got high selfesteem and if annything, he'd hope they take after you because he thinks youre so beautiful.

He's so relieved when you give birth and he sees that they are completely normal.

They had his eyes and your hair.

And as he's staring down at them, callused fingers stroing gently across their cheeks he thinks they might be angels.

He wants to remember every moment of them growing up.

His first wax sculture he makes when you all get home is one of you holding the two in their blankets.

And that marks what you all refer to as 'Vincent's House of Memories' 

He absolutely loves them to the core and he cant imagine a better feeling that holding them in his arms.

Lester Sinclair

He was not expecting twins in any capacity.

In fact, he faints when he sees them.

Ironically, Lester is the one to have conjoined twins.

They are connected by a layer of skin on their sides but luckily the operation was successful and had no complications.

The two babies are only left with a scar running down their backs.

He isn't upset about it. How could he be, when they were so perfect.

He's happy that there's two of them to love if he's honest.

If anything, he hopes that the two will have a stronger bond with their uncles due to their birth circumstance

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The Sinclair Twins With Baby Fever

This contains smut so minors do not engage thank you. Contains graphic depictions of sex/ sexual acts.

(Also i havent written smut in a while so im sorry if its bad lmao)

Bo Sinclair

Bo never thought he'd want kids.

He thought they were sort of like inconveniences from how his parents acted when they were kids.

But that idea slowly began to change after meeting you

For one, it takes two people to make one, and in a ghost town, there isn't an abundance of living women.

And Bo didn't really believe he would be a good parent.

However, it all flipped rather suddenly for Bo.

You had been showing him photos from an old vacation you went on with family and he stumbled across one of you and your niece.

A tiny one-year-old, in cute pink dungarees, all swaddled up in your arms with big blue eyes and one of her chunky hands in her mouth on an exploration.

Bo admitted that it was rather cute and you started to ramble about the times you've looked after family and children.

And it occurs to Bo that while he may not be wonderful with children, you certainly were.

The thought comes along all too suddenly for his liking and before he knows what he's doing, he's imagining you with your baby- his baby.

It makes his chest flutter, the image of your swollen belly and milk-filled chest burning into his eyes.

He tries to give it some serious thought, weighing up the pros and cons of such an important choice.

Bo of course brought it up to you. He wasn't going to just grin and bear the need he was now experiencing.

~~~~~

"Oh my god," you grin up at him. He scowls and huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What? I don't see what the big deal is." he's still pouting and you have to admit he looks pretty cute like that, with blushy cheeks.

"Bo, you've got baby fever!" you giggle and him as he huffs again. 

Bo throws his arms up in the air and sighs. He knows he isn't going to win that battle. "Look did you want to have a baby or not, sugar?"

You give him a long drawn-out silence, leaving him in anticipation for what he deems to be far too long, however, he doesn't want to push his luck on the situation.

You finally give him a smile and a wink, "Of course I do, Bo." he fights back a smile and slinks closer to you to give you a peck on the cheek but lets out a chuckle when you pull him back again for a proper kiss.

He smirks and practically throws you into the bedroom, not wasting a moment to take off his shirt and throw it to the side. He tugs down his jeans and you both begin to shed clothing as fast as possible. You can hear the clink of your husband's belt hitting the floor over the sound of your loud heartbeat. He finally moves to slot himself between your thighs, grinding against your clothed heat.

Bo hasn't felt this nervous in a long time. Normally, sex is rough and teasing with Bo, but every little touch against him feels like fire and it has him moaning into your chest like a virgin. The image of your swollen belly ingrains itself into his mind again, and he feels himself becoming too needy to pace himself. Before he can fully grasp what he's doing, he's already rutting into you with quick deep thrusts. He doesn't bother pulling out and wasting time on long thrusts, choosing to just chase the pleasure you both want so badly.

Bo loves the way you look under him like this, eyes nearly closed and rolling back with your mouth agape from the breathless moans you're making after every rub of his cock against your g-spot. He can feel you tightening around him, and he honestly can't recall a better feeling than this. He can tell you're going to cum soon with how loud you are and how your hips try to chase his.

Bo slips a hand between you both and plants it on your folds. He'll be damned if he was going to cum this soon without you. You let out a moan that sounds like it was straight out of a porno, and Bo feels it travel like electricity down to his groin. You can feel him twitch deep inside you, kissing against your internal ridges. You're so tight that Bo can barely move without moaning like a bitch.  

He comes close to your face, watching your fucked out expression closely. His fingers speed up, deftly finding your clit and circling it like he's begging for you to cum around him. "'Gonna cum, sugar?" his southern drawl drags you out of your fever dream state and you nod up at him, failing to find words anymore. You grip his shoulders and you wrap your thighs around his waist. He laughs at the idea that you're stopping him from pulling out. You cum and he can feel you completely spasm around his cock. Bo knows he can't take another second of that intense pleasure before he's cumming so hard he's seeing coloured patches in his vision, moaning as he stills inside of you. Hot ropes of his cum spurt out into you, making you gasp from the new feeling.

Bo nearly collapses on top of you after, head laying on your comfortable chest while your fingers rake through his wet hair. He can't bring himself to pull out of you just yet, and he's still breathless from finishing inside you for the first time. He can feel your thighs rocking still with the aftershocks of the experience. He kisses your chest lightly and looks up at you.

"I love you, Sugar," he murmurs softly against your skin, "I love you so much."

You don't miss how one of his hands rubs gentle circles into your tummy.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent's biggest problem is his lack of communication. He can't simply speak about how he's feeling most of the time.

If he could, you may have found out about this sooner.

Vincent has always been more tolerant of children than Bo was so he experienced this quite early on but didn't know how to approach you about it.

He was worried that you would think he was weird or that you wouldn't want kids and then leave him.

So for months, he suffered in silence, fighting the urge to paint your insides with himself, and fantasising about what life would be like if you had a baby.

He's touched himself to the thought of you swollen and glowing, and imagining it's you he's coming in before the reality sets in again and he feels disgusted with himself once more.

You've started to notice his hesitance in intimate moments and you finally confront him, asking if he doesn't think you're attractive anymore.

He moves his hand to different parts of the basement, all filled with paintings and sculptures of you. It was a stupid thing to ask, of course, he thought you were gorgeous.

~~~~~

So you finally ask him what the problem was, and why he was suddenly not willing to touch you.

Vincent is of course quiet. He, in all honesty, was trying to hold off sex because he didn't feel he could trust himself to pull out anymore. He was worried that the temptation would be too great and he wouldn't be able to help himself. He's not really sure how he can say that and not come off as a huge pervert.

So he just comes close to you and embraces you momentarily, before placing a hand on your abdomen. It's just barely present but you can feel the touch. Then he takes his hands and makes a cradling motion.

For a moment you're confused. What does he mean by 'baby'? until it clicks in your mind. Did Vincent think you were pregnant? Was that why he was being so careful?

"Vinny, sweetheart, I'm not pregnant you dont need to worry about hurting me or anything-" Before you can finish, Vincent shakes his head and begins to sign.

'I know he looks at you to make sure you're following him, 'I think that's the problem'

Some sort of realisation becomes apparent to you and you ask the question he's been wanting to ask for months.

"Do you... Want a baby?"

He waits a moment and then nods before looking down. He begins signing again but doesn't look up, he doesn't want to see your grossed-out face.

'I was scared to force something on you but I wasn't sure how to say it. I didn't think I could trust my body during sex anymore.'

Your heart swells a little bit at the confession. Had Vincent been beating himself up for wanting to get you pregnant?

"I think I want a baby too, Vince" you giggle when his head shoots up from looking down at the floor. He signs too quickly for you to follow but you can just about catch the words 'Angel' and 'love'.

He stops signing and abruptly picks you up, spinning you before holding you bridal style in his arms. He hasn't said but you have an idea of where he's taking you. Vincent kicks the door to your shared bedroom open and gently places you on the covers. He removes his own clothing- save for his mask- and then patiently removes your own, kissing the skin that is revealed. 

Usually, Vincent gets quite needy during these moments, and his touch is feverish. He's painfully hard at this point, but he wants to savour you. He doesn't want to lose himself just yet. 

You're the one who removes his mask, taking in his flushed face and pulling him closer for a kiss. He can't begin to describe how much he loves you at this moment. He puts little weight on you as he traps you on the bed between his arms. 

You make a noise of surprise when he pulls back from you to lean on his feet. You're about to ask what he's doing but he's already sliding down your body to slot his head between your thighs. He gives the left of a small nip before kissing it again. Your core floods with anticipation when he gazes up at you like that. He waits for you to push his face closer to your folds to make sure you're okay. As soon as you do, he pushes his whole face against you, breathing you in and flattening his large tongue against your pussy. He lets out a raspy moan before he truly begins to lick. You know what's coming and the anticipation makes your thighs shudder around his head. 

He looks up through his hair to see you throw your head back in pleasure. He's always loved how you look like this, with his head between your thighs and your hands in his hair. The sight is so hot that he knows he could probably finish from it alone. 

Your breath hitches when you feel his hand travel from your hip to your folds. He uses his hand to part them before he gives a few kitten licks to your clit. His own eyes roll back as you spasm, and he continues that motion, fingers sliding into your wet core. He moves his two fingers slow and deep inside you, crooking them upwards halfway through each languid thrust. And just like that he can feel you tightening on his fingers with each lick and movement. Your moans get louder but he continues, spurred on by the look of pleasure you give him.

Your hips rut against his face and he moans against your clit, taking it into his mouth and sucking it. Just like that his fingers bring you over the edge, moaning and shaking as you wrap your legs around his face. Vincent removes his fingers and pushes his face into you again, licking up your juice before rising once more to be above you. You still look fucked out and he takes pride it in. You pull him in and kiss him deeply.

Vincent's hands travel down your thighs and stop at your knees. You briefly wonder what he's doing before he pushes them up and pins your legs against your chest. He's never tried this angle before.

But he likes it. A lot. 

You can see from his expression that he's enjoying the view and briefly his eyes flicker between you and a sketchbook. You grab his face gently and make him look at you.

"You can draw later. Right now I want you to fuck me, Vincent" 

His one good eye widens as if to say 'Yes ma'am' and before you know it, he's slotting himself into you, using his body weight to keep your legs pinned against your chest. Already he's so deep inside you that he's pushing against your sweet spot without trying. Vincent takes a moment to gather himself- he doesn't think he's ever been this deep inside you and suddenly he loves this position even more. He begins to roll his hips against you slowly, teasingly. He knows you want more so he begins to move, throwing a fair amount of his body weight into each deep thrust. Vincent can hear your breathless moan with each slap of his hips against your backside. He leans down on his strong left arm and uses his right to fondle your bouncing chest, making eye contact with you. It's your half-lidded hazy expression that makes his heart hammer in his chest. Vincent mouths the words 'I love you' and 'so pretty' over and over like a chant.

He's sure you can feel every little twitch and pulse of his cock with how tight you are around him. Fuck, he thinks, you feel so good. He's missed your pretty cunt so much and he's certain you've realised by how desperate his movement is becoming- degrading from measured, long, strong thrusts to irregular, quick jabs accompanied by crackly whimpers of pleasure. He's worried that he'll cum first now so he pulls his hand from your chest and pushes it between your folds to play with your clit.

A low, fractured murmur of "G-Gon' cu-um" falls from his open mouth and you're shocked for a moment.

Vincent stills against you and you feel your insides flood with warmth. The feeling along with his fingers still rubbing you tenderly, makes your own orgasm wash over you and he moans again as your pussy sucks him in further. He waits until you both finish before slowly pulling out of you, globs of excess cum seeping out of you. He uses his fingers to scoop the leaking cum up and fingers it back inside of you, humming when he sees that it isn't leaking anymore.

"I love you, Vinny," he looks at you and smiles, placing a pillow under your hips. He comes back to you with a flannel and washes the sweat from you and places a kiss on your forehead. Vincent lays beside you on the bed, placing his head against your chest and running his palm over the soft part of your tummy. 

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Hello! I loved your Sinclair post about their S/O leaving them. If you would like too could you please write a part 2 where the S/O comes back and the talk it out? Happy ending if at all possible only if you want too, I hope you have a great day!

I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

I hope this is ok, i tried my best but i've been a little bit rusty after my break from writing <3

Part two of this

The Sinclair Boys' S/O Comes home.

Bo Sinclair

Bo had exhausted nearly every option of where to find you.

He knew that even if the chance of getting you back was slim, he had to at least apologise- promise to be better. For once he needed to prove to someone that he was worth the fight.

Most of all, he needed to see you.

And he never admitted it, but a part of himself needed to see if you looked even a fraction of the way he did.

Bo turned up on your doorstep, hat in his hand, face covered in dirt, sweat, and who knows whatelse.

You had to admit he looked awful- worse than you'd seen him in months.

Even when Bo recognises he's done wrong, he doesn't always feel bad and her certainly never apologises for it.

Until now.

~~~~~

You stand there on the porch, staring expectantly at Bo as he struggled to find words. His throat was dry, and all of the things that he wished to say- the large speech he had spent days rehearsing and rewriting- melted into nothing at the back of his throat. He looked at you briefly before diverting his attention downward at his shoes.

"Beauregard, please say somethin'. I don't wanna stand in the cold all day," when he doesn't seem to respond, you more to shut the door on him. He panics and in a moment of adrenalin, sticks his hand in the doorframe to stop you from closing it. He doesn't so much feel it as he does hear the scraping crunch, letting out a hiss when you immediately reopen the door to let his trapped fingers go.

The next thing he knows, he's in your kitchen with a bag of ice wrapped around his hand. The lights in the kitchen are too bright for Bo, making everything but you seem hazy in the sleep deprived state hes in. You can see that hes not in a good state, but it worries you how he got here

"Bo, did you drive all the way by yourself?" you hope he says no, that Lester had driven four hours to get here. However, from looking into his truck, you know it was just him.

Bo looks at you like you're stupid. "I drove. Din't ya see the truck?"

"Don't make that face at me, Beauregard. Why are you here?"

He stares at you a little longer again, his resolve cracking further. It's been so long since he's seen you and now he can barely look at you out of shame.

"Sugar, you know i ain't the type to apologise for anythin'. An' i know you deserve someone who does..." but now he looks you in the eyes like a kicked dog, "I haven't be'n treatin' you like I shoulda."

"Bo-"

"No, please lemme say this cuz i wanna get the chance before you chuck me out." he sighs.

"I know I'm no good for you, and i know i dont deserve the time of day from you but i do love you... Sugar, i love you so much it hurts when you ain't around no more. It's like i'm continuously choking on smoke. Now I ain't trying to guilt you into comin' home- Ambrose. "

"Bo please just say it"

"I'M SORRY- I know that don't make up for how ive treated you- or anyone," Bo shifts and mores to grip your hand, "But i wanna be better for you, i wanna show you i love you, and make you feel loved"

You remain silent for a time and he feels his stomach sink slowly to his feat and he deflates, retracting his hand.

"I-I'm gon' head out soon, get outta your hair for good. I just wanted you to know i was sorry."

"No you're not, you're in no state to drive Bo. Stay the night here. We can head back together tomorrow" at that his face lights up. "You can have a shower before you get anywhere near me though," you tease.

He smirks and scampers up the staircase, "Yes, ma'am"

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent made no attempts to find you.

After all, why would he try to bring you back if you were only going to leave again.

He figured he may as well cut his losses and try to get over it.

So he tried.

For weeks.

Then for months.

But he just couldn't.

He saw you in everything he did.

He could swear that he saw you in his paintings or in visitors' cars.

Hell he thought he saw you getting out of Lester's truck right now.

Until he realised you actually were.

But something was different.

~~~~~

Through the glass he could see you hopping out of the cab of the truck, thick winter sweater consuming your figure. He's sure its one of his.

Vincent rushed through the house to the front door, swinging it open on its creaky hinges. You hardly get the chance to look at him before he's wrapping his arms around you tightly.

Lester stands to the side watching.

"Yer lucky i was drivin' west otherwise she might not've made it t'all"

Vincent turns away to sign to Lester but you dont catch it because he's moving his hands so fast.

"She's tryin' to get back to ya but ran outta gas before i found her"

He was shocked. You were trying to get back to him? Why, he was sure you wanted nothing to do with him this entire time.

He signs slower so you can understand,

'Why did you come back?'

You look at him sadly. In truth you felt bad for running away with no notice- leaving Vincent all alone with no explanation.

"I had to." you started, "Because i love you. And it wasn't fair to run away, i know, but i was scared of what you might think, or do"

Though you cant see, Vincent looks puzzled under his mask, you can tell. he signs again.

'Why did you leave- what were you afraid of me for?'

Your eyes water and you look down, arms wrapping around your torso.

"Vincent, I.." the words get stuck in your throat and he moves to cup your cheeks but you grab his hands before he can. You don't think you can say it. Your trembling hands guid his callused palms to your stomach. His eye widens when he feels the protrusion there.

There was no way. He stiffens and stays like that for what feels like forever until your shoulders start to shudder with sobs. Vincent snaps out of it and panics, trying to calm your cries. He moves to embrace you again before frantically signing to you.

'No please darling, don't cry. I'm not upset- i could never be upset with you'

You sniffle, "I'm sorry i left you. It was only meant to be for one day- to go to the clinic but then i found out i was pregnant and then i got scared that you wouldn't want it so i went to a hotel to try to think about what to do but i never manages to figure anything out."

Vincent feels his heart crack a little bit at your distress. He should've been more intuitive- maybe let you know that he'd care about you no matter what.

He gently puts his hands back on your tummy and looks at you. He doesn't even need to sign for you to know what he was trying to say.

'It'll be ok'

Lester Sinclair

Lester was a good guy, you knew that.

To you, he was perfect.

He never even raised his voice at you, and you're sure that if he even scratched you, he'd feel horrible for days.

And if you were honest, you still missed him.

You knew what he was doing was wrong but you still loved him.

Before you can stop yourself you're calling his mobile, waiting for the beeps.

He picks up after a single ring, like always.

~~~~~

"Heh-hey hun!" he tries his best but you can hear he's happy that you called him. "Is everythin' ok up there?"

You had to admit, it was sweet that even now, he cares about things like that.

"Hey, Les..." you don't really know what to say but he's patient, "Sorry im not really sure why i called."

"It's ok, please, i ain't gonna complain" you can almost hear his smile through the phone.

"I'm sorry about what i said-"

he cuts you off, "No, no you're right. What we was doin' was horrible, i know. But i- i wantcha to know that i told Bo that i ain't doing his dirty work anymore."

That surprised you. You know that Bo's a strong, stubborn character and Lester wants nothing than to impress his older brothers. This was big.

"I'm glad, Lester. Just stay outta trouble." You tease him and he giggles.

"I'm tryin' my best out here." an uncomfortably long period of silence takes over the line before he speaks again. "Jonesy misses ya... she just sorta stares at the door at night, expectin' ya to come walk through it."

It sounds sort of sad when he says it like that, he realises. "Not that I'm tryin to trick ya into comin back, im jus' sayin' that maybe you'd like me to bring her up to you some time." It's a ploy so that he can see you again, he knows.

"Oh no, Lester don't go all the way out here to let me play with YOUR dog, thats unfair." you pout through the phone and he laughs again.

"I don't know- i'd get to see you again, so it seems like a good trade, hun."

You dont know what got into you.

"Lester, I miss you."

The line is quiet again for a few seconds before he replies, "Really?"

"I know you've done some horrible stuff, but i still love you, and i dont know, if you're tellin' the truth about leaving that stuff behind, then maybe we can make it work."

He fights back a squeal of delight when he hears that.

"You stay right there, Huneysuckle, I'll be coming to get you as soon as i can." you laugh at his enthusiasm, "I'm getting in the truck, ill see you soon!"

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Sinclair Boys When Their S/O Leaves Them

Bo Sinclair

Bo saw it coming. He knew it was going to happen at some point- he couldn't hide what he did for long. He made a point to reserve a part of him for that heartbreak, but without realising it, it became smaller and smaller.

He was happier than ever when he was with you.

The outbursts were at an all-time low and Vincent wished he could thank you for that.

But that didn't mean they didn't happen.

Bo still had moments where the anger and the frustration boiled over and usually it was aimed at you as well as his brothers.

He knew it scared you and every time his head cleared enough to think about it, he'd get disappointed in himself again.

But this time when he cooled off, you weren't there. He searched everywhere- tore the house and town apart- but the only thing he found was a hastily written note from Vincent, explaining that you had fled.

Vincent knew his brother would explode once he realised what had happened, and he wasn't sure he wanted to be around when Bo did. He hides away but he can hear his twin sobbing and screaming and punching at the walls.

~~~~~

All Bo can think about is how his mother was right.

"Yer an idiot if you think anyone'll love you as you are. No one'll wanna be around an unstable monster like you"

"Yes, Momma"

He'd wanted to do everything to prove to her that she was wrong but the older Bo got, the more he seemed to give in to the idea that she was right all along. Maybe he wasn't worth all the pain he was putting you through. Maybe he was a trainwreck just waiting on the tracks.

The only thing he was certain of now was that without you, he was nothing.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent knew that he had let himself indulge in his delusion too long. you weren't forever and you certainly weren't his. But he had hoped that you'd, one day, care for him and forget the fear- forget about the thing he did to make you stay to begin with.

But of course, you never did. The marks made it hard to forget about the long days spent tied down in the basement. The smells were a constant reminder that you could be the next person in the machine, as soon as Vincent's obsession with you dies out.

Part of him knew that you were only being receptive to him out of fear but the feeling of just having someone tolerate him was enough for him. He'd never hurt you even if you chose to remain resistant, and he wondered if he had made it known to you, that you may have stayed.

Maybe he should have listened when Bo practically screamed out to him.

~~~~~

"You freak- (Y/N) DON'T LOVE YOU! "

Bo was right, he knew. But still, it hurt to hear.

"You think they coulda looked you in the eye and told you they cared about you- coulda kissed you on all the parts that scared them? Wake up, Vince. You've been a fool if you think someone like that could look past the murder- Could look past you"

And just like that, Vincent was left alone in the basement, flipping through sketchbooks, tracing the lines that curved to create your face. He felt sick when he did. He was homesick for a place he had never truly been.

He didn't scream about you, or get angry because, in truth, he was the one who left the door open for you. He just hoped that by some grace of God, you would stay with him.

Lester Sinclair

Lester takes his truck out and searches into the night for you.

Surely you couldn't have gotten far on foot but there were coyotes and dangers in the wilderness.

Ironic, he thought, given that the reason you had run off was because of him.

He'd done so well at hiding what he and his brothers were doing in Ambrose but it could only stay quiet for so long. He knew you were going to see something.

What he didn't expect was for you to ask if he was cheating on you.

Of course, he wasn't, but you were sure you'd seen women in his truck on multiple occasions- nearly every week. He was always so secretive about it, and you became worried that he was sneaking around with people.

Lester would rather you know he was a murderer than think he doesn't love you.

He finds you walking along the roadside, shaking and sobbing.

~~~~~

"Hun, please get in the truck. I don't care- if you wanna leave, I'll take ya where you wanna go. Just don't go runnin' off like that again, you coulda gotten hurt."

"How do I know you ain't gonna kill me too. Is that what you were plannin' all along? To let my guard down and lead me into a trap?"

Lester flinches at your voice. He hates that you would even think that he could hurt you. He slowly drives beside you and pops open the passenger side door.

"Please get in. I won't take ya home- I'll take ya anywhere you want, just please dont do nothin' stupid"

So you hop in but stay against the door, as far from Lester as possible. He can't believe that he's driving you away from him. He can't believe he was stupid enough to continue killing even after having met you.

It's a long drive made even longer by the silence, but you eventually arrive at a relative's home. He attempts to touch your hand but you pull it away.

"Lester please don't touch me right now, I might be sick." He shrinks back and places both back on the steering wheel, clenching them until his knuckles turn white.

"I ain't gonna hurt you, hun."

"Go back to Ambrose, Lester. I won't say a word to anyone about this. As far as I know, I'm pretending this is all a dream. We never met, are we clear. I don't know you anymore."

Part two here

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The Sinclair Boys With A Single Parent S/O

In other words, this is my take on how they'd react to the responsibility of raising children than arent theirs and whether that affects how they saw you.

Bo Sinclair

Bo was definitely a little more wary of you because of it. He really wasn't sure about whether he was ready for all the extras that came along with that.

Dont get it twisted, he liked you a lot and he thought your Son was a good kid. He just wasn't sure if he would be able to accommodate for the emotional work it would take.

Hell, Bo was highly certain that he'd mess up your kid with his lifestyle and his own trauma.

Even now, when he's let himself be a part of you guys' lives, he's scared that he'll scare your son and mess it all up.

Bo still tries his best to connect with your son- he can't help but want to try to prove to his parents, though they're dead and gone, that he can be good for something and that he's not just a destructive hurricane of a person.

He still finds it hard to let his guard down enough to do it though. But you can see he's trying.

You can tell from the days he lets your son tag along to the garage and teaches him how to change a tyre, and how to fix a motor.

Bo teaches him how to shave his face later on and teaches him how to open his first beer.

Honestly, it warms your heart that he's come so far.

But it doesn't change the fact that he's a murderer. He knows he can't hide that, given the evidence is literally all over the whole town.

Your son was once young enough that he didn't understand, and Bo had enough time to think of a way to help the situation. He tries to cover it up to begin with. He tells him to never touch the wax people and to never go downstairs. He even tried to hide Vincent from him for a time.

Over time the murders became more and more irregular. It went from at least a car a week, then to every fortnight, and then monthly, until it seemingly stopped altogether. And on his seventh birthday, Bo introduces Vincent to him properly.

For now Bo's glad he doesn't know the truth because he's not sure if he could take the rejection after becoming so invested in the family he's created with you.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is in awe of the tiny baby that is swaddled in your arms the first time he sees you.

It'd been so long since he'd seen a baby- a real one- that he just stood there, watching silently in the distance.

They aren't heartless, they wouldn't kill a pair like you. At least, Vincent doesn't want to.

He never thought that you having a baby would make you any less appealing of a partner. He liked you, and a baby doesn't define you as a person.

He's much more open to the idea of raising children than Bo was, even being rather curious about it.

He likes the way your daughter giggles at him when he peeks over the rails of the crib with his mask on, tiny hands wriggling in the air attempting to touch the wax.

Vincent grows attached to her very quickly and often he'll be the one coddling and cooing at her.

He's good at looking after her- the years of caring for Lester when his parents couldn't prepared him quite well.

The largest problem he had was his mask. As your daughter grew older, she became more and more curious about the mask and what was behind it. Vincent was terrified that she'd see something that would ruin everything and she would be horrified and never look at him the same way again.

She gets older and you prepare her for what she may see, helping her to understand that Vincent's appearance won't mean that he's going to suddenly start trying to hurt her or scare her.

He makes her little wax dolls and toys. He even teaches her how to paint <3

For once, Vincent fully stands up to Bo and makes it clear that he doesn't want to continue making the wax sculptures with the methods they were. He didn't want to make it any worse because frankly the idea of her learning about what her stepfather did and then shutting him out terrified him more than any other fear.

Lester Sinclair

When Lester met you and your kids, you were in the cab of his truck, driving into Ambrose because of your torn tyre.

He'd never really felt bad for leading people to his brothers, or for laying out nails on the roads, or for scaring teenagers for the fun of it.

But for the first time, when he looked into your tired eyes, and then into the innocent faces of your twins, he felt guilty.

So he goes into Bo's shot with you, sure to make sure he gets that your party is off limits.

Lester recognises that he sees his brothers in your twins. There's a parallel between them and he's pretty good at understanding them because of it.

Despite the persona that Lester puts on, he's not some stupid bumpkin. The moment he knows there's something permanent with you he makes it clear to his brothers that he wants no more part in their dirty work anymore.

He settles down with you on the outskirts of the town and settles into fatherhood effortlessly somehow.

The kids think he's funny and he's a sweet guy when it comes to you and them.

He's the type to teach them how to hunt and takes them on fishing trips. They don't catch anything substantial and get disappointed that they can't bring you anything for you to cook dinner with but Lester's already swapping fish with them and winking, promising he won't tell you about it.

Lester cares about his brothers so of course he doesn't cut them off. Luckily, Bo isn't really all that pedantic about victims, so you're all safe. He likes you all too which helps. If Bo likes you, Vincent won't have any trouble.

Being exposed to your new family dynamic definitely changes the way Lester thinks about things and he realises that his morals have switched nearly completely and for the better he figures.

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Zhongli with a Daughter! reader

platonic obv

tw: none. Just comfort for people with daddy issues :)

Rex Lapis touches you like glass when he holds you for the first time. He's in awe of the tiny creature swaddled in cloth. He is overcome with sentiment when he sees you; he sees every moment of your childhood flash before his eyes. He sees every birthday and every loose tooth. And as you open your eyes for the first time he stares with more wonder than you do. It's like an entirely new colour has been created.

And that makes it all the more tragic when he remembers that he cannot keep you. Humans are social creatures and even though you are a demigod, he knows that it would be complicated and hurtful to steal you away from your mother when all he had done was love her for a night.

And so, Zhongli disappears from your life before you begin it, really.

But he does not forget you. He marks every event, observes every birthday through a window of jade, wills you the strength to keep growing.

You become more and more like him with each year, and he sees the people of Liyue begin to distance themselves from you. The friends you once had at school were now your jeerers. You were mocked for your differences, laughed at for your birthmarks, and looked at with caution for your inhuman strength.

There were times that Zhongli cried with you. You never understood why he wasn't there for you and it killed him when he couldn't explain it to you. He knew it hurt your mother too.

He liked the Rite of Descention most. It was the time he was closest to you. You and your mother were always at the front. There were times where he wanted to show himself to you.

Though you didn't know it at the time; he was looking after you. Every time you were worried he would solve it. All you had to do, your mother told you, was speak into the amber at your bedside. At first, you believed it to be a coping mechanism. But the older you got the stranger it became.

The longer he watched you grow the tireder he became of godhood. He much prefered the idea of being your father than to being an archon.

So he makes the choice, on your 18th birthday to give it up. He was no longer Morax. He was just Zhongli. An ordinary father to an ordinary daughter.

Once he is officially an ex-god, he wastes no time approaching you. Of course, he doesn't just spur the idea onto you. He doesn't even tell you. He just sort of becomes the father figure you missed out on. Whenever you're in trouble he's always there to help you or to advise you.

Though you never learn his true relation to you he essentially becomes your father. Zhongli knows you will never directly call him your father but this is enough.

Being with you and seeing you grow into the person you are now makes every sacrifice worth it.

He doesn't like that Fatui boy who seems so interested in you though.

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Evermore (pt three)

"Just you see, Balladeer, by the end of today, (Y/N) will be my wife" Tartaglia proclaims loudly, making the other man roll his eyes.

"I really don't care" he grits out. It seems that the other man isn't listening as he still focuses on fixing his tie. Something about the whole event irks Scaramouche. He swirls on the balls of his feet and before he knows it he's asking, "You can't really be serious? You haven't even told her about any of this and now you're planning to force a public wedding onto her!"

Admittedly, Tartaglia is somewhat taken aback by his comrade's outburst. Scaramouche has always had a sharp tongue but he has never shown much concern for anyone.

"You- you don't know (Y/N) as I do. She's always playing hard to get but I can tell from her eyes that she wants me just as much as I want her. She just needs a little push to realise it!" Tartaglia dismisses the accusation before scampering away to the band.

"When I come out of that door, I want you to be playing right away." before Scaramouche knows it, the ginger man is hammering his fist on your door.

~~~

"Aether couldn't possibly be home yet," (Y/N) whispers to herself as she hurries to the door. No, it couldn't be. Aether never knocked, on account of it being his own home.

"Yes?" she peeks through the door, smiling politely. Her smile drops once to sees the red scarf. She knows it's about to be a very long day.

"Oh, Ajax... What are you doing here?" she asks. The man just grins, breezing past the question.

"My dear (Y/N), could you spare a minute to talk?"

"A-Actually I'm a litt-" she doesn't get any time to finish before he pushes his way into the house. She feels the irritation from every other interaction she'd had with him bubble up her spine.

"Ahh, good." he glances around the house and then back at her as he sheds his coat, leaving it heaped on the side cabinet.

"I'm sure this big house can get very lonely when you're all alone" she raises an eyebrow at the comment.

"Well to be honest I dont mi-" she is cut off once more by a grin.

"No, I'm sure you're perfectly content living with Aether. But I'm sure you know that once he finds his own family, he'll be around less."

"Ajax. I just said I dont feel lonely" she huffs in agitation.

"No, I know you're a very strong, independent girl" his voice takes on a slightly annoyed tone at the word 'independent'. "But that doesn't mean you should deprive me- I mean- yourself of a relationship"

"Why are you here, Tartaglia?" her politeness is slipping quickly in the company of the hunter.

"Well. I had a very important question for you!" he grips her hand, bringing it to his face. He kisses her ring finger but misses the way her face screws up in distaste. "You and I both know that this game of hard to get is of course very amusing- but you also know that it won't last forever. It's time to cut to the chase"

She raises her eyebrows at him, crossing her arms across her chest. Whatever he was about to say was surely nothing she would agree with. She just hopes she can appease him enough to remove him from her home.

"And what could that mean?" she braces for whatever spiel the man is about to spew.

"Why! Our wedding of course," he spins her around happily before she pulls away from his arms.

"What? No, no! Whatever made you think that I'd ever want to marry at all, let alone you?" the grin on his face falls, leaving his eyebrows to furrow in irritation.

He slinks closer and she feels herself back away until her back presses against the door. He places his hands on either side of her head and looks down his nose at her.

"Now, (Y/N) surely you know what happens to spinsters. Do you think that anyone else would want to marry you? The village madwoman? If I were you I'd try to collect myself. It's a very promising offer."

As his face closes in she slips under his arms and opens the door. Without the support, the man falls through the air and down the step onto the dirt path.

Childe growls under his breath but perks up when the door creaks open again. However, his hope is dashed when the only thing he sees is his red scarf floating down onto the ground next to him.

She looks at him through the window and mouths to him.

"Not in a million years, you dog"

Childe swears he can hear the Balladeer cackle in the distance. He stumbles to his feet and grits his teeth. As he stalks past the shorter man he hisses, "I'll marry her... Mark my words. I'll marry her if it's the last thing I do."

~~~

(Y/N) sighs in relief, leaning against the door once more. Gosh, how could he possibly be so brash as to act as if she loved him, regardless of the things she had done to dispel the idea? He was just too dense.

"Me! The- the wife of that boorish, brainless-" she gags, opening the door and hopping down the steps. She picks up the basket of animal feed and starts to spread the seeds.

"Madame tartaglia- cant you just see it!" she hisses in revoltion. The hens flutter their wings around her in response. "He's got another thing coming if he thinks ill be his 'little wife'"

"Oh, is it really so much to ask for adventure? For time to live life and not just waste it?"

As if on cue, the sound of hooves echoes down the pathway. She spins around in excitement. Perhaps Aether would return early.

The smile disappears just as soon as it arrives however when she notices that the horse has no rider. She drops the basket and sprints towards the white mare.

"Paimon! Where is Aether?" the horse whines and stamps its hooves against the gravel. She tugs her head to the side in a gesture of direction. (Y/N) knows what she must do. Or maybe it was just her longing for excitement that makes her so reckless.

"Quickly, take me to him!" she doesn't even saddle the horse. She heaves herself up onto the mare bareback and tugs the reigns before sending a spurring nudge to the horse's ribcage. She whinnies and immediately gallops away from the village and into the forest.

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Evermore (pt 2)

Aether hauled himself into the cart, gripping the reins of his horse tightly. He smiles brightly at his sister as she strokes the mare.

"Now what would you want me to bring you this time?" he's absolutely sure that he knows the answer.

"The same as the year before" she answers simply.

"And the year before that- and all the years before then too."

Paimon the horse neighs as if she understands, making the siblings giggle.

"I really dont want much... Just knowing that you got there safe is enough for me" she pats the mare's head, "You better head off, you don't want to be late right?"

He sighs and moves to spur the cart onwards but remembers something.

"Stay safe, lock the doors at night, oh and don't forget to feed the animals, and don't let anyone in that you don't know or like, and-"

"And remember to put out the fire at least six hours before cleaning out the ashes- yes I remember Aether, I can do these things on my own"

"I know you can. But I'm your big brother; worrying's what I do best," he shouts back to her as the cart begins to move across the gravel.

"Take care!"

~~~~

The sun had set seemingly out of nowhere for Aether. He found himself feeling as though they were going in circles. Every turn looked the same and even though he had ridden the path countless times it looked unrecognisable in the dark. He could just barely make out the outlines of the trees and even then he was not sure if he was going the right way.

A flash of lightning illuminates the path briefly and to Aether's dismay, he finds himself at a completely unknown fork in the road. Paimon seems spooked by the lightning but he pushes the horse onwards down the left turning, hoping to find some semblance of humanity. The horse does not seem thrilled but still Aether herds her forwards.

It is eerily silent in the forest, and all too dark for his or the horse's liking. Each snapping branch under-hoof seemed to make the mare jump in surprise and eventually, Aether grew accustomed to them.

Save for the crunch that came from behind the cart. He found his head whipping around to find the source of the noise. In the darkness, he sees three sets of yellow eyes. They watch him, low to the ground. Though he can't see the bodies to which the eyes belong, he knew what they were. With a sharp shake of the reins, the horse speeds down the trail. He hears the wolves howl behind and it spurs them on, Paimon galloping through the darkness like a bolt of white lightning.

That is until there was no way to go but back the way they came. An embankment was pressed against the horse's hind legs while the encroaching dogs stalked the front.  In a moment of panic, the horse rears and makes a swift turn back the way it came. Aether feels his grip on the reins slip before he slides out of the cart, falling onto the ground and tumbling down the other side of the embankment.

The dogs follow the larger target and he is left rolling down the steep hill. When he finally stops rolling, his head is still spinning but he sees an enormous, iron gate beside his head. It was overgrown and its stone walls seemed more roots than stone now. He clambers onto his knees and uses the bars to pull himself up, despite the pain he feels in his shoulder.

The gate creeks under his weight, swinging open unceremoniously. It's only then that he notices how cold he is. His face feels like ice on a midwinter night. He treads through the gateway and, faintly within the dark skyline, he can make out a huge castle. With newfound vigour, he trudges through the snow towards the courtyard.

When he gets to the double doors at the front of the building, he knocks loudly. However, the doors are displaced by the force of his fist, slowly parting to give him entry. Aether is sure he should not enter but the burning of his nose and the feral wind outside leaves him no choice but to hide away from the cold.  

He takes a good look around to fully gather his surroundings. Surely he would have noticed if this place was close by after so long. Just how far away had he wondered? He makes a note to ask the master of the house where they were once he found them.

The interior is grand: with marble flooring and golden accents on the doorway arches, deep blue carpet rolling down the hall through them. It is still dark but a trail of brass candelabras light the hallway just enough for him to see the colours of the home.

Aether is startled nearly out of his skin when he hears whispering voices. He snatches one of the candleholders up and waves it in front of him to illuminate the room a little better as he walks.

"Who- Who's there?" he shivers from the cold but mostly from the uncomfortable feeling he gets from the castle. He feels vaguely like he used to when he had done something as a child that he knew his parents would find out about.

"Hellooooo" a voice echoes through the hall again. He looks about the room in a skittish motion but still sees no one.

"Down here" the voice is giggling. Slowly he looks down, bracing himself for whatever he may find.

The candle holder looks up at him with a grin, flames burning in a new pattern.

"BOOOO" it shrieks.

Aether yelps and lets the thing drop to the floor. It clatters not without an exclamation of hurt from the magical candle. He hurriedly picks it back up and holds it close to his face.

"Now how do you work? Are you- are you robotic?" he questions more to himself.

"NO! Don't be silly. I'm Hu Tao, head of the servant quarters." The little candle explains as though it is only logical.

Another voice calls out, much lower and calmer.

"Perhaps you would be kind enough to place our friend back on the table where she belongs," it asks him very nicely.

He looks in the direction he believes the voice comes from. There is nothing but a large ornate clock on the table.

"Let me guess, you're the clock!" he chuckles at his joke.

"Yes that's right- though I do prefer to be called Zhongli" it huffs slightly and moves closer. Aether steps back, shocked, uncomprehending where he is.

The candelabra feels how cold he is with his tight grip on her, "Oh, sir, you're so cold! Methinks you should perhaps warm yourself by the fire," she tells him.

Aether shakes himself out of his stupor and nods. The lighting fixture hops out of his hold and hops, "Follow me, we'll get you toasty before you can say'hillychurl'." He doesn't know what a hillychurl is but he lets it be; the thing seemed to be uninspired by basic laws of logic anyway.

The clock seems hesitant. "Hu Tao, maybe we should act with more thought. What would Xiao say if he found someone in the castle?" he whispers to the candle.

"What the master knows won't kill him. Plus it's not as if it's some knight on a crusade. It's a lost traveller, and he'll be back on his way by morning- Xiao won't ever know he was here!"

Aether feels lighter after finding something to talk to, the castle seemed less daunting and even a little lighter (though that may be because of the candles lit atop Hu Tao's head).

He is led through the hallways into a large, well-lit room. There is a soft yellow glow from the fire that radiates throughout the whole area and it reminds him of the living space he shares with (Y/N) at home. This one is much grander and of course, is missing its most important component.

"Please do make yourself at home, sir! I'll send for some tea if you'd like. Are you hungry? Do you need a change of clothes? Are you-"

Zhongli shaps a clock hand over Hu Tao's mouth but she still talks into it as if it were not there. "My friend and I must have a private conversation very momentarily."

The two waddle and hop out of the room, and he's left in a comfy Wingback chair, staring into the fire.

He isn't sure exactly how long he is left there by himself. However, it certainly isn't very long before a wheeled cart creaks into view. It has two tiers. The top contained a cute yellow and red tea set while the bottom held its tiered plate of biscuits. He doesn't quite know how but the cart sidles right up beside him.

He sighs in awe at the whole idea of a place as absurd as this one. He moves to poke the teapot with his index finger.

"Oh I wouldn't do that, it's very hot and you might burn yourself!" the teapot jumps to life and scoots away to keep his fingers safe. He pulls back and yelps again.

"You talk too?" he squeals in confusion.

"Oooh oooh! I can talk too!" the small teacup jumps up from the saucer excitedly. "Look! Klee can talk too!"  Aether laughs a little at the absurdity of it. Never before had he seen anything close to this in his life.

"Hello, little one" he gently picks up the teacup to get a better look at it.  The teapot giggles a little before she begins to speak again, and Aether places what he assumes is her child back on the cart.

"Now, is it one spoon or two?" she pours tea from herself into a cup on a saucer and nudges it towards him. He takes it gladly, enjoying the warmth against his icy fingers.

"Thank you, miss. I lost my way during the night and ended up here; I'm sorry to cause any inconvenience." he pauses, thinking. "Could you possibly tell me where in Teyvat I am?"

"Oh now don't you worry about convenience, boy, it's fine with us- it's been so long since we've had visitors. We'll get you settled, and then you'll be back on your way." she doesn't get a chance to tell him their whereabouts.

A great roar echoes through the castle making doors slam shut. Aether hopes that it was wind but a sickening feeling in his stomach told him otherwise. The candles are put out from the gust and the fire flickers into embers. Suddenly the room is just as cold as the snow outside. The teapot shakes and the tea cup hides behind her. Aether too finds himself shaking in his boots.

The wood creaks as the door once again slams open. Through the darkness, he can make out the figure of a huge, monstrous bird. It steps its clawed foot through the door and looks right at him, bright gold eyes glinting fiercely in anger.

"You are trespassing." the bird speaks sternly, "First you enter my grounds without permission and then you enter my home and now you badger my staff at your whim." the bird's voice stays lever but Aether feels that with each word it is becoming increasingly hostile.

Aether shrunk back in the seat, eyes watering at the creature that towered over him in the dark.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't know-"

"YOU DID NOT KNOW THAT TRESPASSING WAS A CRIME" the beast growls loudly. Aether swears he could see a gust of wind flood out of its beak.

It lunges towards him and pulls him from the chair by the back of his shirt, pulling him away with a force he had never encountered before. Aether lets out a yelp of surprise and thrashes in the creature's beak.

"Alatus- no please, calm down!" the clock attempts to reason with the furious animal but, still, it heaves the boy through the halls towards the stairwell. In a flurry of movements, they are ascending the steps and Aether is thrown against the stone wall of a cold cell- infinitely darker and colder than he had felt outside.

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Next chapter is obviously when things get ‘Xiaoy’ if you will. This is a slow burn right now but it’ll speed up a little bit later.

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Evermore- Pt one

Xiao x reader Beauty and the Beast AU

Masterlist

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In a faraway place, there lived a beautiful prince. He lived in a beautiful castle surrounded by beautiful gardens that sprawled out as far as the eye could see. The prince held balls often, and parties for the high society however, the prince's subjects were treated unkindly. While he and others lived lavishly, the people were left to work all day in poverty to pay the high tax imposed on them.

On one stormy night, the prince was visited by an old woman, soaked and begging for shelter from the storm. However, despite her pleas, the prince did not want the old woman to be an eyesore in his home. He denied her access and with no other option, she offered him the one thing she had.

She held the rose up to him with shaky fingers, "I do not have much prince Xiao. All I have is this rose but you may have it if you are so gracious as to let me stay a night in your huge castle."

But the prince did not give in. He sent the crone away and before his eyes, saw her transform from a frail old lady into a beautiful enchantress. The prince begs her for forgiveness but like he, she does not yield.

"You have grown selfish," she speaks, glowing gold, "Your subjects hunger and yet you do not feed them. You must learn a lesson in humility, so I, Ningguang, will curse you!"

And so, the prince felt his bones stretch and saw the fur on his arms grow like seeds. When he finally saw himself again he was disgusted.

"Only shall the spell be lifted when you learn to love and are loved in tandem."

He is left with nought but the sparkling blue rose. He weeps over it, for who could ever love a beast as hideous as him?

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A decade has passed and the path to the castle has grown like a wall of ivy. However, the lives of the townsfolk still proceed.

There were many towns and cities, all full of people with normal lives. In some of these cities and towns were remarkable people too. There were blacksmiths and artists and bakers and poets.

In this particular little town lived a girl and her brother. The pair lived together happily in a house outside of the town but everyone in the village knew of them.

"She's a really weird girl," snickers a lady in a green dress at the milk stall to her friends. They all nod.

"Tell me about it! Who wouldn't want the chance to marry a man like Tartaglia- oh he's tall and handsome and strong and rich and-" the girl in the red dress trails off dreamily.

"Oh and her brother- talk about a basket case!" the lady in pink squeals.

(Y/N) pretends like she doesn't hear the gossiping girls, gripping her basket just a little bit tighter than before. After all, they aren't the only people. She greets each person she meets politely with a smile and a wave before turning the corner into a building.

"Ah (Y/N) back again so soon?" the librarian teases her, knowing her routine by now.

The girl laughs quietly and nods, "Yes I finished the book! Have you had any new ones yet, Lisa?"

The librarian shakes her head, her brown hair falling loosely around her face. "I'm afraid not- but you can read any of the others. As long as you return them!" (Y/N) senses there is a vague threat in that sentence but pretends she isn't intimidated by the intense woman.

"T-Thanks! I'll uh, take this one again please" Lisa nods and scribbles the title down in her ledger. Nearly the whole page is filled with only her name.

When she leaves the small corner shop, she bumps face-first into a firm chest. It heaves with a chuckle, and she feels her face pale, recognising the sound like a siren.

"Woah, be careful there, girlie. Wouldn't want you getting hurt, would we?" he holds her hips and grins down at her.

She peels his hands off of her dress, side-stepping the hunter, "I'm sorry, Tartaglia. I wasn't looking where I was goi-"

"Now enough of that formality, I've told you to call me Ajax. What have you got there?" he plucks the book out of her grasp like it's a grain of rice. Tartaglia opens the book widely and she nearly flinches at what Lisa would do if the book tore.  His eyebrows furrow in vexation at the pages, roughly flipping through them.

"Ughh, how can you possibly read these things- where's the excitement? Where are the pictures?" he whines. She laughs incredulously and snatches it out of his gloved hands.

"Tarta- Ajax- you need to read it to get the excitement. Anyway, it's a romance" She huffs turning her back to walk away but finds herself unable to when he grips her forearm.

"Oh, while we're here, I have an important matter to discuss with you, my dear." he pulls her along with him through the village.

"Oh really," she laughs awkwardly, tugging futilely at his grip.

"We've known each other for so long now, and I'm sure you know how much I like you," he grins at her, "And I of course know how I need of a husband you'll be once your brother isn't around."

She looks at him strangely, lips curling in vague disgust, "Ajax I am fully capable of caring for myself. I don't need a husband, I have my own dreams"

"Oh sweetheart I know you have dreams- but dreams are for children- and rich white men. There will be a time when you'll realise that you can't always have what you want, and you will trade those ambitions for the things you need."

"And what is it that I need, Tartaglia?" she questions, unamusedly.

He pulls her hand up to his lips and kisses her knuckles. If it weren't for it being him it might have been charming.

"Why motherhood of course!" he smiles still as if he had not listened to a word of her prior statement.

She finds herself at the door of her home now. Gripping the handle she turns back at him, "I'm not ready for children-" she tries to close the door but his foot prevents her from doing so.

He pushes his way past the threshold of the home and she fumbles backwards.

"Tartaglia-"

"Look I know this is hard for you to understand but you'll need to accept it, like it or not, girlie. It's not a bad life- just picture it;" he trudges into the room. "A cold winter's night, staying warm by the fire, cuddling under furs, cooking my latest hunt for my dinner, all while our children play"

"Ajax, I already said-" he doesn't seem to be listening, caught up in a daydream.

"We'd have at least four- yes four, two girls and two boys, and I'd teach them to hunt and you'll teach them to sew"

"TARTAGLIA," she shouts, catching him off guard. Before he has a chance to say anything he's already being forced back out of the door.

"I know you're tired so I'll come back and we'll talk more about this tomorrow. Good night, girlie" he yells into the open window.

She sighs and leans against the door, closing her eyes. The staircase creaks quietly and she doesn't need to open them to know who it is.

"Everything ok?" her brother, Aether peaks his head out from the corner worriedly, cheeks smeared with oil. She smiles at him and nods.

"Yes, I sent him away myself. I had hoped that I would be able to avoid him a little longer" she sighs, padding silently towards him. "How's your invention going?"

Aether smiles albeit sadly and shakes his head, "I'm not so sure I'll get it finished by tonight, or any night if I'm honest." he leads her down the stairs into the cellar. And just as it was all the other days, it sat on the floor, stationary and crackling like thunder. Seems he hasn't sorted that problem yet...

She tugs his arm, "Nonsense we can do it if we just keep going! Just try your best and if it isn't tonight it can be another time."  

He chuckles and plops down into the chair beside the machine, picking up the Allan key. "If Lumine could see me she'd laugh... getting all worked up over a machine. Pass me the screwdriver, oh now the uh long- yes that's right!"

As if right on cue the crackling stops, the room falls silent and suddenly the mechanism begins its intended motions of chopping. Aether spins on his seat and smiles in excitement.

"If our sister could see us now, she'd be proud," she pats his head before he jumps up and spins her around happily.

"Oh thank the gods, I can- I've got to get ready! I have to leave right away!" he fumbles and nearly drops (y/n) in his hurry but promptly apologises.

"I'll get the horse and cart ready, Aether!" she shouts up the stairs and hears a muffled response of 'thanks'

[senanatheskenana]

I have an idea for a Xiao x reader in a ‘Beauty and the Beast’ AU.

Would anyone be interested in that? Because i’ve had major brainrot for a while

[senanatheskenana]

Genshin Street Racers AU

Contains the OG Genshin boys (No inazuma/ Sumeru but may do them later idk)

TW- some implications of sex but not actually smut. Illegal driving. 

Please don’t break the law kids!

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Kaeya

Kaeya is infamous on the street racing scene. He's known for being unpredictable in the streets, so people often try to stay out of his way in case he drifts to close. He's agile and fearless, a combination that's both got him onto and out of a huge array of problems. 

His car is his baby- an icy blue classic Mustang, modified by the best mechanic in Mondstadt. Thanks to Albedo the car easily does 170mph,   0 to sixty in 3 seconds flat. Kaeya never races a car with a roof up, because he say there's no point without the wind in his face, so each night when he finishes a race, his blue hair is always windswept in that alluring way it had been the night you first met.. 

That's what he told you the first time he met you, shades pushed up his nose, hair completely messed with. He asks you if you've ever seen a car like his and when you say no he asks if you wanna take a ride. And like that, you ditch your friends outside the bar and hop in the passenger seat.

What you didn't expect was to be going 130 miles an hour down the Galesong highway, 'highway to hell' playing loud enough for the whole city to hear. He laughs at you when you grip the door handle like you're gonna fall out the car when he weaves between average, law-abiding drivers.

And when you get back on the unmoving ground, you surprise yourself by telling him you'd d it again.

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 Diluc

Diluc is not the sort of street racer people want to go against by choice. He's honourable, but he's completely brutal, with a car that breezes past 60 mph in less that 3 seconds. 

He drives a Chevrolet Camaro, all black on the outside, with a sleek vermillion leather interior.  It's honestly a car that completely suits him. 

The windows are tinted black- privacy more for your sake than his. He's adamant that you never stay in the car for a race but, every once in a while, you'll end up in there, wrists pinned to the Italian leather of the back seats as he kisses down your neck, making every moment count before a race begins.

Diluc keeps one of your necklaces around the rear view mirror, his good luck charm dangling like a symbolic air freshener.

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Venti

Venti started motorbike racing at the age of 15, stopping and then restarting in his mid 20s after overcoming his alcoholism he developed in his teen years.. He's known as one of the youngest racing legends in Mondstadt.

He rides his Yamaha r1 like it's sationary, sometimes ever being so confident as to take his helmet off just so he can wink at you.  He's small but there's no rider more agile than Venti.

It took Venti a while to garner your affection- multiple races to impress you, even taking you out on his bike, going slower than he ever has before just to keep you safe. 

There's been times where Venti's risks caught up to him. He's legendary but he sometimes forgets that it doesn't mean he's immortal. It's after the close calls that he makes it up to you, leaning you against his bike while he gets to his knees in front of you. It's in those moments that he apologises for the stupid things he does. 

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Albedo

Albedo doesn't race but he knows a hell of a lot about racing. If anyone in Mondstadt needs a ride modified and chopped, he's their first pick. He's not cheap but that's the price of quality. 

It's in his body shop that you meet him, face smeared in oil as he rolls out frum underneath a car. At first he's only interested in the car, before you roll the window down and stare at him. Oh he's down for it. 

Albedo builds your car like it's his own, because he takes pride in seeing you win in a car he's chopped. Everyone knows it's a Kriedprinz car when it roars to life at the starting line and they shudder in awe.

Though he doesn't do it often, Albedo can drive- WELL. He hardly ever drives with both hands on the wheel because the other is planted on your thigh. If you weren't the owner of the car, you'd think he was the racer.

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Xiao

Xiao is always testing his limits. He's hardly ever off his bike- and make no mistake, it's fast. It's a Suzuki GSX-r1000, flat black with blue accents and an engine that roars. Easily it reaches 190 but he's always pushing it to the limit.

Xiao's identity was a relative mystery for a long time because he never took his helmet off, even after the races. In fact you were the first person to see his face. 

You had been caught in a dark alley by a group of thugs but before they could do anything, Xiao's bike had sped right between you and them. He rips the helmet off and hands it to you before ordering you to get on. Of course you do, feeling your heart pound in your ears as your arms wrap around his black leather jacket.

His manager, Zhongli often remarks about how you make Xiao more distracted but he always denies this fact, knowing full well that his first thought after and during a race is coming back to you and taking you in the dead of night.

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Tartaglia

What a show off Childe is. He'll take any risk as long as it has a pay off of some kind. The adrenaline he gets from maxing out the speed dial is something he craves all the time.

He's a rich bitch who races purely for fun and it irritates people to no end that he's casually a driving prodigy. He drives a Lamborghini Huracan, hardly ever going the speed limit on any road- after all, who would be willing to raise a complaint to the Fatui mafia about one of their Harbingers.

He hardly ever attends a race if you aren’t there to impress. You're the only thing there that interests him. We all know what's on his mind during the races. He's only ever thinking about getting you in the car so you can fool around.

He's had to evade police multiple times for indecent exposure because of his excitable and insatiable nature.

He'll try it on anywhere. Sometimes he's even on the phone with you during a race, telling you about what he plans to do to you. Cocky fucker. 

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Zhongli

Zhongli's a now retired legend in the street racing community of Liyue, though he still drives from time to time, he really only manages his protégé, Xiao.

He's responsible but he does seemingly dangerous stunts because he's confident he can pull them off. In fact, he's one of the only guys that would be ok with you being in the car during a race.

Zhongli teaches you to drive his Nissan patiently, hands holding yours steady with you on his lap as he pushes the accelerator down and changes gear. Having you so close to him is undoubtedly making things happen but he hasn't shown any signs that he's lost composure.

It's when you meet his fellow street racer legends that things finally become clear as to exactly how renowned Zhongli- Morax was. They always called him his old stage name as a mark of respect. It's also in those moments that you're overcome with pride at seeing and being with such a master driver. And you make sure to call him by his rightful title once you get back in the car.

[senanatheskenana]

Genshin Characters with a plus size S/O

I’m a big girl and all i want is for someone to hug me and tell me im the most comfy person they’ve ever hugged <3

You are all beautiful and handsome and smart and every one of these characters and any others would think so too :)

No gender is stated so this is good for everyone to read <3

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Jean

Jean loves sleeping beside you because no matter how many problems she has and couldn’t stop overthinking before, she falls right to sleep in your comfy arms. All of her stress just melts away.

Amber

 Amber adores it when you show her new outfits. Every time you ask her if it makes you look chubby she has the same answer.

“You look perfect! You always do“

Lisa

 Lisa loves the way your pouty cheeks flare up when she makes you blush. She takes absolutely any chance to make you flustered because she just thinks you look so cute.

Kaeya

Nothing will stop him from complimenting the shit out of every part of you. He wants to replace every mirror and tell you that its all ok and that you are attractive, and you are desirable and sexy.

Diluc

Diluc loves the way you fit so perfectly in his arms. He loves the way you mold against him and how every touch feels like clouds and quilts in winter. He never feels more at home than when he’s touching you.

Venti

Venti will write every song there is if it means you will see yourself the way he sees you. He wishes that there was a way for him to just flip the coin and let you feel the way his heart speeds up at the sight of your plush thighs spreading over the stone of his statue, to feel the way his whole face heats up when he sees you at all.

Mona

Mona hardly ever addresses it because she doesn’t really see it as a big thing. After all she loves you because you’re simply you. The body is secondary. However she also wants you to know that she absolutely thinks you are beautiful in every way. 

Albedo

You days largely revolve around posing for Albedo as he paints you. You once asked him why he would want to paint you and he only responded with a question of his own. 

“Haven’t you ever seen the beautiful marble statues of Aphrodite? Or the paintings of goddesses? People will paint what is beautiful to them so they can see it for as long as possible.“

Rosaria

Rosaria’s heart aches when she watches you eyes scratch over your figure in the mirror. She sees the way you cringe at it in certain clothes. Every once in a while when it hurts to much to let you keep doing it she will tell you, softly, adamantly, that you’re body is not perfect when it is thin or tall or flawless but when it is carrying your soul.

Eula

She doesn’t understand how you cant like your body sometimes because she adores it. She loves picking you up by your thighs and wrapping your legs around her hips because she likes being close to you. She likes to carry you into your home every night because she wants you to feel your worth.

Xiao

Xiao often finds himself lying across from you as you sleep, trying to think of what he can tell you when you next wake up. He wants to share his adoration of you and everything about you but every time he tries the words just won’t come out. You’ve always had that effect on him though.

Beidou

Beidou prefers larger partners because they can handle her larger than life attitude. She will twirl you and dance with you and dip you when she’s happy and make you feel like a ballet dancer. She will make you feel weightless when she spins you in the air 

Ningguang

Ningguang doesn’t really look at you any differently if you’re chubby. She loves you for who you are and how you think. Of course she thinks you’re beautiful, but she’d think that you’re attractive regardless of appearance.

Tartaglia

Childe doesn't even need to say it but it’s pretty obvious that he actually prefers your curves. He likes how soft you are and how strong it makes him feel when he picks you up. He may or may not want your things wrapped around his head.

Zhongli

Zhongli appreciates the juxtaposition of your soft body against his sturdy muscles. He’s another person who doesn’t really care about appearance but he does find you to be the most attractive person he’s ever met purely because he’s fully in love with you. He doesn.t even notice the weight difference and if people point it out he gets sort of disappointed in others. He thinks you’re perfect, but these people think otherwise? Poor, poor insane people </3

Ganyu

Ganyu knows the struggle. She understands the self-consciousness you feel so she really tries to hammer home the fact that you’re absolutely breath-taking.

“W-what do you mean? There’s nothing wrong with you, i love you just as you are!“

Hu Tao

It makes no difference, you all look the same when you decompose. To her you’re just another companion to share love with :)

Also, she likes your cuddles >:)

Shenhe

She also prefers larger partners because of her strength. She’s not as worried about breaking you because she knows you have a better chance of not being crushed like ancient china pottery. She likes to lay on your chest too- it’s arguably her favourite bed.

Yelan

Yelan absolutely loves your love handles. You don’t know why but every time she holds you, her hands grip onto your waist. She just finds you comfortingly soft, a feeling she doesn’t really get to savour very often. You’re her favourite streel reliever.

Ayaka

Ayaka gets very flustered around you. I imagine she loves cuddling you because of how comfy you are. She likes to hold on to you and lean on you any chance she gets. She never fails to tell people how much she loves who you are and she most definitely wont settle for anyone saying mean things about you.

Kazuha

Kazuha loves you for your soul. He doesn’t care how the vessel looks but he loves it regardless because it is solely you

Yoimiya

Literally nothing will change. She isn’t the type to change her attitude depending on the person. She’s always nice, always funny, and always treats you like any other normal person she cares about. 

Ei

Ei doesn’t care. As long as you love her, that’s all she worries about. The things that make you important to her are not your body parts, they are your feelings, your thoughts and the words you tell her. 

Kujo Sara

She wants you to sit on her back while she does press-ups. Please just do it, she really wants to impress you and also it helps her train. Literally, she wants to bench press you. She definitely lifts you like you’re nothing.

Kokomi

She never fails to tell you how gorgeous she thinks you are. Literally knows every time you doubt yourself and will address it and do her best to make you stop.

Thoma

Ok so i imagine he really loves thicc thighs (Then again who doesn’t) Thoma loves to lay on you when he gets the chance because it always helps him relax. Even just having them on his lap while he massages them if something of a stress ball for him.

Itto

Itto chases you everywhere because all he wants to do is cuddle you. He absolutely adores every part of you and he shows it to everyone around. He most likely has day dreams about you <3

Gorou

He might himself be a little self-conscious because he’s worried that he’s too small. Of course he loves you, and he wouldn’t change you for the world, its just his own insecurities. He actually really tries to get stronger so that he can impress you and so he can more easily carry you, so you feel less  heavy. (I’m plus-size and i always worried about being too heavy for my partner).

Yae Miko

Yae really doesn’t care. Like nothing changes, she’s still teasing and flirty. If you ever feel insecure she’ll make you feel attractive as fuck no matter what. Always flirts with you and uses you as a comfy pillow <3

Ayato

He just loves you for you. It’s just a bonus that you’re absolutely gorgeous.

Tighnari

He likes to have softer partners because they make him feel more secure and comfortable. He often digs his head into your chest and might even fall asleep there after a long day of patrolling.

Cyno

He doesn’t really understand why you might be insecure because he thinks you’re perfect. Since he’s so strong he really doesn’t sense the weight difference at all. 

[senanatheskenana]

Good morning, I wanted to try the survey event if it's still open. If not, feel free to ignore this ask. And before we get to the question, I apologize for the grammar mistakes English isn't my native language.

1. My work ethic is more or less chaotic. I'm a huge procrastinator who can't follow a plan. I tend to do everything at the last minute under the stress and the pressure. Even if I'm interested in the work, I'll zone out pretty fast.

2. Overthinking is my second name /hj. Well, to be honest I'm a very anxious person, I tend to overanalyzing every single thing. How the baker did look at me, my outfit, my haircut... What a pain. :(

3. I use to be a very extraverted kid, but as I'm growing up I'm getting more and more introverted. I like staying alone or with the few people I can trust. Honestly, I don't see why you should waste your energy by befriending a lot of people when you can use your energy to take care of your loved ones.

4. The answer is very cliché, but it would be Japan. I would love to visit this country one day, climbing Mt Fuji, eating traditional food and discovering their culture.

5. I'm finishing High School and I don't really know what I want to study. Maybe biology or history.

6. I love sweet food with all my heart, give me chocolate and you're making me the happiest man alive.

7. I live with my cat and my two dogs and I wouldn't replace them with anything in the world. But if I could adopt another animal, it would probably be a pigeon or a bird of some kind.

8. I'm a trans man and I consider myself as aroace. So yes, this is more on a " if I could to date I would... " kind of thing or platonic. And I don't really care about the gender of my match.

9. That's a hard question. Probably the hardest on the list /hj. I don't really have one favourite song, more like a whole playlist, but if I should give you one I would say... Fine by Lemon Demon.

10. Family well... All depends on your relationship with them and how they treated you in the past. Sometimes it's important to distance yourself from them, to let go for becoming the best version of yourself. But it's also great when they got your back. So to get on a middle ground, I would say that family is important but you shouldn't let them control your life or make you feel guilty for anything. Talking about kids, I don't mind babysitting or keeping kids at home to help a friend but I don't want to be a father. I don't want kids, I would be a terrible father and I don't want them to grow up in this chaotic world. If the world became a better place, with less wars and dangers for them... Then I might reconsider my choice.

And I ended up writing way to much, I'm terribly sorry T_T. Thanks for reading this, take your time and don't forget to care of you. Have a nice day!

(ps : I find your work very cool)

im glad you like my writing, i really like writing it :)

Also don't worry about writing too much, i think that as long as it's good, you cant write too much xx

I would put you with Kazuha. He's kind and friendly and most of all very calming to be around. Kazuha likes to wander around, so he'd be thrilled to travel with you. While Kazuha can be pretty quiet, he is quite good at calming and comforting people. Kazuha understands the temptation of procrastination so he'd try his best to keep you on track, he may even do it with you. He probably isn't concerned with having children, considering he likes to be transitory and travel but he probably does like having animals around. I can totally see him with a bird too because they can easily follow the Crux

[senanatheskenana]

Hello! I saw the Genshin Matchup survey, and was wanting to take part, if it’s still open! Feel free to delete my ask if it’s not!

My attention span is of a hummingbird. I do try my hardest to focus, but even just one little thing can distract me. I do work better in group settings, where I can be reminded to stay on task. 

I do overthink. Not overly, but I do. It doesn’t take a lot to stress me out, especially when I’m overstimulated in a busy or loud area.

Extraverted. I thrive being around people and positive energy. 

I’d love to visit Ecuador. Its a beautiful place, and its very intriguing. 

I’m in school right now, but I’d love to get a degree in BioMed. I think that’s what it is…

SPICY. I LOVE SPICY FOOD. ANYTHING SPICY. Especially with mangoes. The burning sensation in my mouth is satisfying. And it adds flavour to boring food. 

I’d like a snake. Or a cat. I LOVE CARS WITH ALL MY HEART. THEYRE SO CUDDLY.  I have two golden retrievers, and their energetic lifestyles are basically routine atp. 

I’m straight. I’m female. 

Favorite song… Difficult depending on the mood I’m in… but I’d say Evergreen by Ryan Betty or Dugout by The Backseat Lovers. 

Family is important. I wouldn’t mind having kids. Maybe one or two. I like the thought of marriage. Having a special day. I’d have to be 10000% sure. 

I'd put you with Thoma. He's got a laidback demeanour that can keep you at ease but also very responsible. You can be sure that he knows precisely when you feel stressed out. He's just a friendly person so being with him wouldn't stop you from making friends or hanging out with people since he's such a well-known, happy face in Inazuma. I feel like he's someone who would be up for travelling with you. Like you I imagine that Thoma would like to get married at some point, and he's someone who only dates when he's sure about that person. He'd probably want children but he would really want to discuss that with you. Plus I could imagine that you both would have some fun times cooking dinner like it's a game or a contest <3

Oh, and he's totally a dog person :)

I hope this was ok, and yes this event is still up so no worries :D

[senanatheskenana]

Genshin Guys’ Voice Line About Your Death

Kaeya

“What... No- that can’t be right... There must have been a mistake- i’ll go and ask jean myself, im sure she’ll put our worries at ease. No, im not in denial, i-i just think you’re wrong! You have to be.“

Diluc

“I’m still not completely at peace with their... absence. The winery is far too big now and i find it hard to sleep at night without them. But i try my best to keep going for them. It feels marginally better now that i’ve avenged them.“

Venti

“I almost took their form but once i looked at my reflection i found it too painful. I don’t want to be constantly reminded that everything i love leaves... i dont want to move on, i want them back... “

Albedo

“It’s already been a week. Most people would experience a decrease in grief by now. And yet i feel just as horrible as i did when i was first told... I see their face in every drawing, and hear their voice in every storm- it’s torture. “

Xiao

“I don’t wanna talk about it. It feels like if i do i’ll explode. You can join me, but please don't ask me about it while we walk. I don’t want to think about what i’ve lost...“

Tartaglia

“You know, i never thought i’d ever find someone as perfect as them... I fell in love, I brought them to my family... And now, i have to tell them that (Y/N) is never coming back again.“

Zhongli

“I came to terms with the deaths of my friends. I learned to accept the things that cannot be prevented... And yet it still hits me like a landslide and i feel myself being buried alive by my grief. I’m still not sure if i want to pull myself out.“

Kaedehara Kazuha

“Many people believe that once you die your spirit will take the form of a bird. I always promised that when i died, my soul would follow (Y/N) wherever they went in the world. I can only hope their soul will find me soon... Oh, would you look at that, it’s a dove, what is it doing all the way out here, i wonder.“

Thoma

“You know sometimes i still make two plates at breakfast. And i still sleep on the right side of the bed because the other side is theirs. Half of the closet is theirs, half of the garden is theirs- half of me is still theirs, even now...“

Arrataki Itto

“Woah, woah, woah! That’s a pretty heavy joke... Hehe... You- You are joking. Right? Please tell me you’re joking...“

Gorou

“Watatsumi Island buried a brave soldier today. The resistance lost a fighter, we all lost a friend... And i- i lost the only thing i had. You guys head off, i’ll stay here a little longer.... I need to collect myself.“

Kamisato Ayato

“Have you ever tried to keep water in your cupped hands? No matter how hard you try, it will leak, and eventually there will be nothing left. That is how i feel. No matter the effort i spend to keep face, i feel myself showing through the cracks.“

Tighnari

“My kind mate for life. When we find the one, we stay together for as long as time permits, and we love completely and as passionately as we can. Unfortunately i do not believe that any amount of time would have been long enough for me to have accepted their death.“

Cyno

“It’s quiet now. No one laughs at my jokes- there's no jokes for me to laugh at. I’m not even sure if i can think normally anymore. I’m thinking of resigning once again. I need to think about things.“

Scaramouche

“All you humans are weak... But, not- not (Y/N). For the first time i think i understand that love and kindness don't make you weak, but using that to your own advantage does. So i’ll hunt out every one of those bastards and make them beg for death. Then we’ll see who’s weak.“