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What excuses would Diluc, Itto, Dottore, Wriothesley and Zhongli use to hold hands?

Any excuse if good enough for me.

Pairing: Diluc, Itto, Dottore, Wriothesley, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, hand-holding, size comparison, protectiveness, kissing

A/N: My hand is small, like really small but I would like to hold hands sometimes.

Diluc is very protective all the time when you walk home together so holding your hand is the best way to make sure nothing happens. Still he keeps looking down at your joined hands with a smile. If he wanted to hold your hand so badly he could have just asked.

Itto wants to compare hand sizes with you. The first time it happened it was cute, the next ten times you began to suspect he was lying about it. Your hands are quite small compared to his but he wouldn't have to hold your hand in order to know that.

Dottore doesn't see a need to make up an excuse but he does say that his hands feel a bit rougher these days. Could you check them closely, finger by finger? If he makes it seem like his personal inquiry he knows you won't question it.

Wriothesley claims to want a massage because his fists ache. It's a plausible reason but then why would he grab your hand so hard. There's no way his hands hurt that much if he keeps implying he would use them again when you're alone.

Zhongli is touch-starved anyways and will use that as the reason. He hasn't had a mate in a very long time and now that he has you he want to kiss your hand all the time when you're alone. A quite mushy excuse for a stoic man like him, but he promised to be more honest.

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Could I request Wriothesley, Diluc, Childe and Neuvillette feeling sad so their s/o hugs them and pats their head?

This. Is. Perfect.

Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy it! Apologies it took so long to write!!

─⊰💕𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤💕⊰─

{༻~Hugs and pets~༺}

CW: GN! Reader, a little angsty at first but turns fluffy fast!

(Included: Diluc, Childe, Neuvillette, and Wriothesley!)

𑁍༄Diluc:

Diluc rested his head in his hand, staring at the sheets of paper that littered his desk. He'd done this for years and even as thorough as he was, he still made mistakes, this one having affected his workers more then himself...and that was by far the worst kind of mistake. If only his father were here, he could ask him for help..

He perked up when he noticed you walking towards him, a small comforting smile on your face, "Diluc? You know everyone makes mistakes right, no one's upset with you and it truly wasn't as bad as you think.." You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hugging him in attempt to make him feel better. If only he knew how much everyone looked up to him..including yourself.

"I just wish I could do better, be like my father was.." His words sunk in for a moment, it wasn't often he mentioned his father or his feelings so you had to tread lightly on this. "I'm sure he had times like this...and if he were here right now, he'd be proud of how far you've come, how well you're doing. I know it." You placed a reassuring kiss on his cheek and what you said seemed to help as he leaned back to kiss your lips.

"Thank you my love"

𑁍༄Childe:

You smiled down at Childe, your hands slowly running through his soft ginger hair. He wouldn't give you any details about what happened, all he said was he'd gotten himself into a bind and that he needed some time to recover...and he truly did. He had multiple injuries all over his body and even as he rested his head in your lap, eyes closed like he'd fallen asleep, you could tell he was still trying not to think about it.

You wanted to ask him about it, see if you could help, if there was more your could do...but for all you knew...he was just trying to keep you safe, or maybe whatever it was, was to terrible for you to know. For now, you'd just keep petting his head and humming the songs you knew he loved, doing your best to help him forget it all.

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

You wrapped your arms around Neuvillettes waist, a gentle rain now turned into a downpour as he told you about the things he'd seen...to think someone as kind as him had suffered through so many hardships and never once let it out...

"I apologize my dear, you're getting soaked all because of me and my troubles. Perhaps I should-"

"No. I can handle the rain, Fontaine can handle the rain...but you, you cant handle the hurt anymore and you don't have to, you shouldn't have to." You hugged him tighter, feeling like your voice was going to be drowned out by the storm. You were scared, but you loved him and you had to show him you weren't going anywhere.

"I...you're right." You felt his chin rest on your head, his arms moving to embrace you just as tight in return. It was still raining...still soaking through your clothes, but he was feeling better and that's all that mattered.

𑁍༄Wriothesley:

You kissed Wrios cheek before sitting down next to him on his bed, he'd been laying there for a half a hour now, staring at the ceiling without ever saying a word...and it was really worrying you. Of course you'd seen him angry, you'd seen him happy and you'd even seen him utterly confused...but sad or upset? He almost always kept those emotions to himself, never wanting to trouble you with them or upset you in the process.

So how were you supposed to help? Eventually you let out a sigh and laid down on top of him, wrapping your arms losely around his neck as your head rested on his chest. He wasn't really one to use his words so asking him about it wouldn't have got you anywhere, so this was the best option, "I love you Wrio...and I'm here okay."

He sighed in content and finally moved so he could hold you. He didn't respond with words, but you knew he appreciated it nonetheless.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

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[Genshin Impact] Sitting on his lap

Note: Watch me disappear for a long time again after this update.

Warnings: some are a bit suggestive, still safe for work though. established relationship with Genshin man, please excuse and tell me if there are pronoun slips

Premise: You just felt like sitting on his lap, nothing much to it...or so you think.

Characters: Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Lyney, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, gn!reader

Alhaitham

Continues reading his book unfazed, one arm automatically coming securely round your waist. He shuts his book after a few seconds more and passes you an upward glance.

"Need something?"

You only hum in response with a shake of your head, indicating that you had only wanted to be close to him. He sits straighter, chest pressing closer to your back. You feel the warmth of his lips press on the left side of your neck, his head tilted to gain access to it.

There's a deep inhale as he takes in your scent and a relaxed exhale that follows. You hear him whisper, voice almost a tone lower and a rare expression of affection passes his lips.

"You're intoxicating, do you know that?"

Ayato

Chuckles as you plop yourself on his lap. He had been doing some paperwork, but he pushes those aside as he wraps both arms around your middle, moving closer as his head rests on your shoulder.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The usual mischievous lilt in his voice doesn't disappear, he's amused that you've taken the initiative to come look for him, even though you knew he was in the middle of something. Before you could even reply, he beats you to it, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.

"Am I right to assume that you, perhaps, missed me?"

"...and what if I did?" you counter with a smile of your own. Head turning sideways to look at him. He grins, one of his hands unravelling from your middle to travel up your face, landing on your cheek, pulling you closer to meet his soft lips.

The kiss starts off gentle, just yours on his. It starts to turn hungrier, still soft, but now it feels like hot lava is churning in your belly at the increasing intensity. He pulls away for a moment only to whisper "Then I'll have to do something about that,"

Baizhu

Looks up from his medicinal notes, taking a few seconds to gaze at your back.

The first thing you feel are his hands resting atop your shoulders, then his thumbs pressing small circles near the base of your neck. You let out a pleasurable moan, relaxing in his hold. Then, as if realizing what you'd done, your hand darts atop your mouth to hide a small laugh.

You could hear Baizhu chuckling alongside with you.

"No need to hold back, darling," his thumbs continue to press circles, now downwards along your spine, continuing his massage.

"Mmmmm..." you try to stifle the next moan coming, "This could so easily be misinterpreted by anyone passing by outside," the two of you share a short laugh yet again.

"Either way, all I'm doing is giving you some love, darling,"

Cyno

He blinks as he feels you sit on him. He was always uncomfortable with the initial position, and so what he usually did was pull you and your legs up, positioning you sideways over his lap, legs somewhat dangling over the armchair. One strong arm wrapped around your back, steadying you and allowing you to lean towards him, tucking your head under his chin.

"Is something the matter?"

You shake your head and offer a simple reply. "Nothing at all, I just wanted to be close to you,"

Your honesty always managed to tug at the edge of his lips the slightest bit. In opportunities like this Cyno didn't say much, instead he liked to savour your warmth melding with his, liked to feel your breathing in sync with his.

He silently presses a kiss atop your head before closing his eyes, and staying that way for a moment longer.

Diluc

Instead of you melting into his embrace it's Diluc who melts around you. The moment you sit on his lap his arms encircle you around your shoulders and pulls you flush against him, your back to his front.

From his position, he nuzzles into your neck and sighs, his hot breath tickling your skin. He closes his eyes and shields himself from the world for a moment, basking in the safety and love emanating from you.

"Hard day?" You ask him and he mumbles something into your neck, incoherent. He repeats it as he pulls away a slight inch.

"Not more than usual," he squeezes you around the shoulders as he says so. "and you?"

You reach a hand up to sift through his hair, he sighs at the feeling and nearly melts into a puddle. "Nothing out of the ordinary," you return his sentiment.

You play with his hair as he holds you close, and in that moment there really isn't much for him to say, though his heart bursts with emotion and fondness towards you.

"Stay with me, Y/N," he makes this request from time to time, and though the two of you have already sworn yourselves to each other, perhaps he needed to say it once in a while in order to hear the answer from you.

"I'll always be here, Diluc,"

Itto

The oni is rather cluless in certain aspects of life, but when you sit on his lap he's guaranteed to be flustered. You prop yourself on his thighs, hands positioned on his legs to keep you from falling in case he made any sudden movements.

"Y-Y-Y/N?!"

"Hm?" You innocently ask, tipping your head back to playfully look at his reddening cheeks. "...Shouldn't you be used to this by now?" you ask, a laugh threatening to escape your lips because of the look on his face.

"I-Well-*ahem* Sure I am!" He puts on a brave face, but he looks like he's also sweating bullets. His hands are stiffly by his side, and he's hesitant to touch you anywhere.

You decide to comfortably lean back and Itto could not think of anything except how warm and soft you were compared to him. He had to get it together, this happened every time you sat on his lap, and it was becoming uncool for him to keep blushing when you did so. He promised himself that he would "man up".

...He still had the same reaction the next time you did it.

Kaeya

Kaeya reacts as if this was an every day thing, in fact this was always a good opportunity to flirt with you.

"Found your favourite spot have you?" Kaeya twists around to peer at you, grin plastered on his face, hand finding your thigh.

"It was tempting, you were just sitting there and it looked like a good place to rest," You returned his grin and felt his chest rumble with laughter.

"You're always welcome, snowflake," his hand squeezes your thigh, eye seemingly glinting with mischief. He shifts around on his seat, making space in between his legs and pulling you right between them, arms tight around your waist, front pressing against your back. "But you'll have to pay a small fee for this exclusive seat, I'm afraid,"

He tilts his head down to gaze at you expectantly, seemingly leaning closer. You smile, tilting your head up for you lips to meet. Kaeya doesn't half ass his kisses. It turns passionate in a split second and his hands are starting to wander up and down your thigh.

"Tsk, tsk," you let out as you part, your noses still connected, gazes steady on each other. "Are you sure it's just a kiss you want, sir?"

He chuckles, "Love, when have we ever stopped at just a kiss?"

Lyney

"Hm?" Lyney chides with a smile as he feels you become comfortable on his lap. He laughs when he realizes that you were not planning on leaving anytime soon. "Hello there my rose," His arms wrap around your waist, and his head rests on your back, snuggling into the warmth of it. He looks almost like a cat purring and rubbing onto their favourite scratching post.

It tickles you the slightest bit, so you bristle with soft laughter. "Lyney!" You warn, and he returns your sunny laugh with a chuckle, but doesn't let go.

"What's wrong, love?" He feigns innocence but now has resorted to placing butterfly kisses up and down your spine, taking a moment to lightly nip at the back of your neck before kissing back down again in a line.

By now you know he's doing it on purpose, so you twist around on his lap, and give him a half-hearted glare. "If you wanted kisses all you had to do was ask,"

Lyney finally pulls back and smirks, that same smirk that shows up when he's at the climax of a magic trick, about to reveal the grandest part. He leans back on the chair he's sitting on, placing both arms on the rests before lifting a hand up, wrists flicking upwards in a motion to beckon you over. "Well come now," the same hand tilts your chin gently towards his direction as he whispers, tongue briefly grazing over his lips, "Let me show you a real magic trick,"

Neuvillette

Neuvillette embraces you in and it almost feels like you're floating on a cloud, weightlessly relaxing in the air. His clothes help to cushion you, but at the same time Neuvillette himself is as warm as a fireplace and comfy as a sea of feathers. It feels safe in the arms of the Chief Justice, as if no harm will come to you. Sometimes you forget that you're in the presence of such an important man.

You almost always end up sliding down the slightest bit, the back of your head resting on his chest, his arm secured around your stomach. "Would you like to retire for the day?" he asks, and this is his code to ask you if you would like for him to stop working and walk back home with you.

"No, don't mind me," you whisper, burrowing further into him. You hear him sigh contentedly. With you, Neuvillette is lovestruck. Whatever is within his power, he would do it for you. He takes your hand and briefly presses his lips on the back of it. "Alright," and just like that he brings the paperwork back into his hands. Reading his notes and documents--highly confidential, by the way. Something that you shouldn't be reading--but he trusts you more than he trusts himself and that was dangerous, for someone like him.

If there ever came a day where you broke his trust, Neuvillette would most likely never trust another soul again. You alone was his deity of truth.

Scaramouche...Ruthless Prince Scaramouche?

"Whadd'you think you're doing?" his eye twitches as you jump on his lap. You glance backwards at him before turning away once again. "Getting comfy," you reply nonchalantly.

"Getting com--" the rest of the words were mumbled, you didn't catch the whole thing but it did sound like he said a very garbled and muffled "my ass" at the end of it. You ignore him and happily stay, humming as you read a book while you're at it.

Scaramouche glares at your back, taking a deep, long breath. For a moment he contemplated on just letting you do it, but the other part of him wanted to just push you off and let your butt painfully land on the ground.

As you were peacefully reading, you suddenly feel his forehead bump your back, though he wasn't holding nor hugging you at all. He stayed like that for a bit, as if he was praying to some God he believed--or didn't believe--in. After a moment he grumbles something more, but now has a firm arm around your waist.

He repositions, opening his legs a bit more to give you more space to rest in between them and then leaning forward to lazily loll his head on your shoulder, looking at the book you were reading. "...What trash are you reading now?" but his tone of voice had levelled off to calm, nearly peaceful.

"...101 ways to annoy your husband," you secretly grin when you hear him scoff. His hand finds its way to the spine of the book you're reading and easily grabs and flings it off to the side.

"You do that plenty, you don't need more ideas," his hold on you gets a little tighter, as if he wasn't going to let you go anytime soon. "Y'know what I've been reading lately...?" you feel his lips against your neck in a chaste kiss but in the next moment you feel a slight nip that sends electricity down your whole being.

"Hm?" You ask absentmindedly, the question doesn't completely register in your mind, what with his hand edging closer to the hem of your shirt, brushing against the bare skin of your waist. He breathes the next words into your ear huskily, his hand sliding upwards, and you feel a shiver making its way to your shoulders.

"101 ways to make you scream,"

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Genshin Men + Bed Space

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma, Childe, Al-Haitham, Wriothesley, Zhongli x Reader

Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, cuddles, literal sleeping together, kisses

A/N: This is kind of a meme post? Maybe? But I also found it cute.

Kaeya can stick to his side of the bed without invading yours if you didn't fall asleep cuddling. The only time he moves is when he wakes up and then pulls you into his arms and then taking a few more minutes of napping with you.

Diluc never sleeps without cuddling with you. While he can get home late he will try his best not to wake you up while gets into bed with you. He doesn't often use his side of the bed on his own, he always wants you there with him.

Itto takes the whole bed with his frame, he sleeps completely spread out on it with you laying on top of him. In his sleep he will always wrap one arm around you so you feel protected, even though no one would dare break into your home with your boyfriend there.

Thoma doesn't like to make you feel like he's invading your part of the bed but at the same time makes you want to cuddle up to him by how he looks at you. As soon as you're against him he gets the biggest, happiest smile which is then kissed away by you.

Childe makes it his purpose to push his body as close to you as possible when he's in bed with you. One side of the bed is always cold, which is a wake up call to whichever one of you rolls to that side in the morning.

Al-Haitham only goes to your side of the bed after asking you if you want to cuddle for the night. Once you're in his arms he pulls you in for the last kiss of the day, or maybe the first kiss of the next day depending on when you go to sleep.

Wriothesley pulls you against him almost demanding your attention after the day you've spent apart. He doesn't care that you're half on top of him and half on your side of the bed, he just wants to feel your body against his, finally letting himself relax.

Zhongli sleeps with one arm hanging off the bed but with his tail wrapped around your hip to keep you beside him. When he's sleepy in the morning he coils his tail around you tighter and lightly kisses the back of your neck to help you wake up too.

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i love when evil villainous characters arent doing something evil, theyre just a dick. like fyodor bsd kicking nikolais radio. dick move. also incredibly funny

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doing your boyfriend’s makeup

scaramouche/wanderer x reader

cw: very mildly suggestive at the end

“stop squirming.”

“i’m not—“

“stop talking!” you admonish, your shaky hand narrowly missing scaramouche’s eyelashes. he glares up at you through those very thick and unfairly long eyelashes. even without the mascara, scaramouche has the most gorgeous eyelashes you’ve ever seen. it’s unfair, really. you’re convinced that you could put on the entire tube’s contents of mascara on your own lashes and they would still have half as long as his.

with a huff and a pout, scaramouche closes his eyes once more. you continue to reapply the mascara in long, even strokes, hesitating ever so slightly when his flutter in a way that suggests scaramouche is seconds away from sleep—and that he might very well be. the tension of you nested on his lap and touching his face with gentle, wispy touches faded away to reveal the peace and tranquillity of the scene. it’s late into the evening hours, but the atmosphere suggests a gentle breeze, a warm summer afternoon, a harp playing somewhere in the background.

scaramouche is transported back to the bedroom, the fairy lights, and shuffled playlist playing from your small speaker, when you pause and he takes it upon him to open his eyes. you don’t reprimand him this time, instead taking a moment to study his face: the curve of his lips, the angle of his cheekbones, those eyelashes and dangerously gorgeous violet eyes underneath them.

“you’re so beautiful,” you whisper as scaramouche’s eyes flicker up to yours. “even without the makeup.”

scaramouche tilts his head as he studies your face in return. “i should be telling you that.”

there’s a smoke, a fog, a haze in the room with how you’re both lost in each other’s eyes.

“you do, though. every day.” you look down at the tube of mascara in your hands and set in on the vanity behind scaramouche. you look at yourself in the mirror before glancing at scaramouche’s reflection—even the back of his head, with it’s choppy haircut you requested a handful of times for him to let you straighten out, is beautiful.

“…do you really think so?”

you look back at scaramouche, surprised at the question. “of course i do.” you repeat yourself again for good measure. “you’re beautiful—even more than that.“

scaramouche is quiet for a second, contemplative, before a quiet, “thank you, [name].”

you know he’s thanking you for more than the compliment, more than the impromptu makeup session tonight, more than he might know himself.

“you’re welcome,” you return, meeting him in his cloudy, storm-filled eyes. your glance to your makeup bag and an idea like a bolt of lightning strikes you. “now, then. i just have one more thing. close your eyes again for me, okay?”

scaramouche does as he is told, fluttering his eyelids shut as you reach into your bag and pull out a bright red lipstick.

“you just need a little bit of chapstick.” you gently brush the “chapstick” on his pouted lips, even as he asks a, “and why did i need to close my eyes for this?” as you put it on.

you ignore the question and pose one of your own. “it’s all done! do you want to see what a lovely masterpiece your face has become?”

“do i want really to?” scaramouche asks, eyeing the open bottle of mascara and several q-tips and tissues you had to use for around the eye clean up.

“i’m going to say probably not, but you don’t have a choice.” you reach over and pickup a handheld mirror which you present infront of scaramouche. he studies his face, the long thick black eyelashes, the smuged eyeliner to bring out the lighter tones of lavender in his eyes, his lips colored—

“red.” scaramouche turns around to the vanity mirror, as if to double check that the firery red pigment on his lips is truly real. he meets your gaze in the mirror. “i didn’t know chapstick was red.”

“yeah, well… chapstick, lipstick, it’s all basically the same at the end of the day.” scaramouche sets the handheld mirror down and turns back to you, noting your oh-so innocent smile as you try to contain a laugh.

“you think you’re so funny,” scaramouche says, a new wicked gleam in his eyes.

“i’m familar with this shade because it’s always covering my lips, cheeks, and neck whenever you kiss me,” he whispers. you gulp nervously at his lascivious tone, and scaramouche is the one to smile. “consider this as payback.”

scaramouche leans in closer, and you don’t protest when his lips meet yours, staining them the same fiery red that you’re sure you’re going to be covered with by the time the sun is up tomorrow.

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get it grandpa GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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man im so fucking sad

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"im so sorry for you"

synopsis - xiao struggling with his karmic debt / you comfort him !! - angst kinda , reverse comfort .. modern au but same lore (?) no tws today :)

" i find myself tangled in the threads of my own past , a web of karmic debt that clings to me like an unrelenting shadow . the weight of it all presses on my chest , a heaviness that makes it hard to breathe . tonight , the burden seems insurmountable "

his silhouette is a fragile echo against the dim glow of the room, and as you approach without a word , you slide into the cocoon of blankets beside him . the mattress dips under the combined weight of your shared existence . his presence , usually a comfort , now radiates vulnerability . his breathing is uneven , his chest rises and falls with each staggered breath .

" xiao , " you say softly , your breath a gentle caress against the back of his neck , " i know youre struggling love .. you dont have to bear it alone "

the vulnerability of his pain collides with the gentle warmth of your touch as you wrap your arms around his quivering frame .

at this , his eyes widen , " ive done things ... things i can't undo ."

tears well up in xiaos eyes , glistening like unshed raindrops threatening to spill over . he hides his face in the sheets , an attempt to conceal his evident pain from you . you only hug him closer , tracing small shapes on the bare skin of his back .

" will you face me , love ? " you shuffle back a little , allowing him room to turn over " when youre ready , of course . "

you place a small kiss on his back before sitting up against the headboard .

he nods , but the fear lingers in the depths of his eyes. its a battle he wages within himself , the struggle to believe that he deserves the warmth of your embrace despite the darkness he believes lurks within him . he turns to face you , resting his head on your lap , as if by instinct your hand makes its way to his hair , comfortingly stroking and scratching his scalp lightly every now and again .

" im ... scared " he shudders again . his voice a fragile whisper, and a tear brims in your eye . its not often you find him like this - but this past week , you can almost feel the pain hes carrying .

" 's okay to be scared ... but im here for you ... and i wont let anything hurt you . i promise . "

your hand moves to his back , and you rub slow circles into his skin . with the other hand you pull the covers up to his shoulders .

for a moment , the room is filled only with the quiet exchange of breaths . then , he leans into your touch , as if seeking solace in the haven of your embrace .

his hands , scarred by the echoes of his journey , are hesitant , fingers trembling as they trace the contours of your skin . its as if he expects the sins of his past to seep through his touch , a poison that could tarnish the purity he finds in you .

" i love you , xiao " you utter in a quiet and comforting whisper .

his gaze softens , vulnerability replacing the fear that once clouded his eyes . xiaos tense shoulders gradually ease , and the fear that once held him captive begins to ease - yet it does not dissappear .

as he rests against you, the rhythm of your shared breaths enshroud the excruciating battle in his head .

he becomes calmer , and you lie back down with him by your side . you turn to him and wrap your arms around his body once again .

" 'love you so much "

with a tender kiss to his forehead , and the quiet moments that follow, you guide him into the embrace of sleep .

the depressions hitting hard rn , apologies in advance for all the angst i may write . as always , reqs open .

dont steal my dividers , thank you kindly . if youd like me to make you some then just ask <3 ( gonna start that i think ^^" )

reblogs encouraged and greatly appreciated <3

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stop i love this :,)

꒰wriothesley , neuvillette , alhaitham , zhongli ꒱

genshin men x fem!reader, sfw, full of fluff!, just genshin men being their lovesick selves (loving how you feel around their arms)

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 knew that today, you'd be back from your commissions. it has been 3 days since he'd last seen your presence but he was acting like it was more than that judging by the fact that he'd been losing focus on his job. he was crankier than usual, his words carried a snarl each time someone comes in his office to hand them their own report.

sigewinne in particular was getting tired of his mood swings to others, she'd been the one by his side and noting the difference between the change in his mood ever since you'd left. she had been the one who constantly reminded him to eat well, sleep well and even do his work well but alas, her own words held a limit because in truth, you were the only one who could calm this man down.

"milord can you stop fidgeting please? you haven't finished your tea and it's already getting cold." today in particular, it seems like wriothesley was even more unfocused.

the documents on his table were already piling up, he finished some others from the past few days but not at his usual pace. sigewinne knew the reason must because of—

wriothesley quickly whipped his head from his table after hearing some commotion outside from his office, not a moment too soon, the door flung open with one of his guards chasing your frame.

sigewinne didn't even bat an eye and he was already up from his chair, meeting you halfway before he catches you effortlessly when you jumped onto his arms.

"wriooo...!" when he heard your giggle, he couldn't help but to spin you two around, with his arms still around your waist tightly, burying his face on your neck. as he finally sets you down, it felt like he could finally breathe again.

"uh sir my apologies but i tried stopping-" sigewinne puts her hand up to stop the guard from talking as she shook her head while she turned around to urge him to leave you two be.

before she closes the door, she took a quick glance, smiling and sighing to herself, thanking you in her thoughts as she expects wriothesley to be up and running with his work again, but even she knew that it'll take a while before that happens since when you were around, wriothesley would stop at nothing to feel you around his arms like that.

you were his one and only weakness after all.

𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 was a busy man. he was even more busy these days because of what transpired recently. juggling between being the ludex of fontaine himself, when the responsibility of having his now returned powers from the hydro archon, he vowed to continue to protect the people of fontaine in his hands.

but now with much more work in his hands, he had little time for his little doe, even if you clearly told him that you understand the circumstances and you'd even reassured him multiple times that you understand him, he can't seem to accept it at all.

how amusing, the hydro sovereign whom many people thought in high regard was now being needy around his own lover.

he really tried to divert himself and just ignore the ache in his chest when he couldn't see you due to his duty. it backfired when you noticed the sunny days were slowly becoming gloomy all over fontaine again.

you already knew that it had to do something with neuvillette. so when you finally visit him on a rainy day at the court house, with only one goal in mind and that was to only ask of him about what was troubling him these days, you did not expect the turn of events afterwards.

neuvillette had you on his lap, at his usual space when the court house was open to hearings, but now it was just the two of you. his arms wrapped around your waist as you straddled him. he notes the way your cheeks puffed, the usual expression you make when you were pouty with him and just with that, it made his own expression brighter.

"i came here to ask you what's wrong... i did not expect for you to cage me around your arms, monsieur."

"how could i not? when you're in front of me, i always want you to be nearer." he tilts his head to the side with a slight turn of his mouth.

he lets out a hearty chuckle when he heard you grumble words. "i missed you dearly.." but when he leaned down to whisper those words behind your ear, you couldn't help but to melt around his arms, finally leaning into his embrace.

in that moment, neuvillette felt the rain already came into a stop outside, but what he did not want to stop was, embracing you.

you were his comfort despite of the things happening around him. the only comfort that he always seeks.

𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 had his fair share of relaxing days. when he was not inside the akademiya and not being the acting grand sage even for a day, he was at his own abode.

whenever he felt stressed or even troubled of his own position, he'd always run towards the library before. being able to see, hold and read a book was the only thing he'd believe as his way of 'relaxing'. it was always books, books and more books.

how could one person not enjoy the more knowledge one tends to be familiar with? or if not educational books, then he'd be reading poems or any literature that peaked his interest.

that was before he met you though.

right now it was slightly different. the 'slight' in which he still reads a book, but now, he was reading for both of you.

this was one of that particular relaxing day that he'd come to enjoy when you came into his life.

you in his bed with him, late at night as he reads you a story that you might like. it took a while for him to come into terms with the genre of book you'd like him to read but now, even if he'd read you something that he would like, you weren't complaining.

he stopped midway from reading the book as he felt your slow breaths against his skin, when he took a good look at your face, you were already sleeping peacefully as his arms served as your pillow.

alhaitham couldn't help but smile at the sight.

as he puts the books aside, careful to not rouse your sleeping form. he pulled the blankets over, fixing his position so that he'd easily snuggle with you.

"good night my love." he whispers as he places a soft kiss on top of your head. snaking his other arm to pull you closer to his chest.

he still enjoyed his books. but being able to now experience his relaxing days with you around his arms?

it was even more satisfying than that.

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 prided himself as a patient man. being the geo archon, he'd already spent centuries with making and completing contracts with numerous beings already. he prided himself to stay calm and collected even in the midst of troubles and whatever problem he may face in the future. may it be big or small, he knew he could handle it.

but what is this? this feeling that was stirring inside of him as he watched the fatui harbinger's hand around your waist as he was talking to you.

it was no surprise that the ginger-haired, was a friendly one. he'd known him to be the type of man who would be touchy to anyone in particular.

even if he knew that you two were as close as his other acquaintances, must he really put his hand around you like that?

why did this particular gesture ticked him off and why did it happen now?

he regarded you as his comrade too but something had changed between you two. he did not know what, why or when it happened , all he knows that he needed to seek for the answer with you, in time, but none of that yet because seeing another man being close to you other than him alone? zhongli did not like it one bit.

as he approached you both with his usual graceful self, he cleared his throat, "it's nice to see a familiar face again." upon hearing your voice, childe was being his enthusiastic self with that grin plastered across his face, his hand down as he waved at his direction.

he did not care about the man's presence but when you turned your head to finally look at his way, zhongli didn't waste a moment to be at your side, snaking his arm around your waist, seemingly putting himself between you and him.

"woah that was quick." the ginger-haired whistled before chuckling, already amused at the sight. "i'll be seeing myself out. just saying hi to girlie over here." he grinned before whistling a tune and leaving you two behind.

zhongli's expression stayed unmoving before you looked up at him with those innocent eyes, "zhongli? is there something wrong?" he quickly disregarded that itching feeling inside of him before returning his gaze onto you.

"no..there is nothing. but i would like to invite you over for tea again. if that is alright with you?"

it only took you a second before you showed him that wonderful smile of yours that he so much adored.

"of course! right now?"

"yes. right now."

as you two walked side by side, zhongli did not even let his hand drop from your waist. seemingly he let his arm stayed on that spot. careful to not let his own grip tighten around you.

but oh how he reveled the feeling of this. of having his arm around you. no one else's but his.

ⓒ blushfwul interactions of any kind is much appreciated ♡

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me: "i dont have a crush on (insert character here)"

*reads a fic about them*

me: "okay well maybe i d-"

the cycle continues .

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SOMEONE PLEASE SEND THIRSTS FOR HEIZOU , SCARA , XIAO , VENTI OR KAZU PLEASEEEEE <3 i need to be sedated i cannot stop thinking about these men

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these bots pissing me off

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website

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blurb.

WRIOTHESLEY, who's so exhausted on reprimanding you about coming down too often to fortress of meropide. it's true that it's generally a safe place for someone to roam around with guards scattered across the posts, however wriothesley is a natural worrier. though most of the prisoners are working honestly towards a better second chance at freedom, there are many many of them who still lived up to their label when their hands were bound behind their backs with a cuff; a criminal. and if there's anything he won't take chances on, it's your wellbeing.

and finally after the nth time you leisurely visited him on his office, he finally made up his mind. "(y/n), it's time for an intervention." he said firmly, standing in front of you who's currently all snugged and reading a book.

the thought of you being so comfortable in his office nearly made him punch his table out of cute aggression yet he held it. he knelt in front of you.

"intervention? i agree, you've been drinking way too much tea oh, and don't get me started on your office decoration-" you started listing off things before he coughed distractingly, cutting you of.

"yours. your intervention."

"oh? wait what did i do?" you raised an eyebrow. "...coming down here too much?" even wriothesley himself started to hesitate. "what are you implying here?" you frowned. "nothing except my concern for your safety." the black-haired man planted little kisses along your hand, getting distracted. cause. its in front of him, what's he gonna do?

"i'm fine, though?" you cupped his face with the both of your hand, kissing him. "yes, but." he sighed, putting his head on your thigh the proximity tickled your stomach. "but?" you stroke his hair, trying to get his signature hair spikes to behave but it always bounced right back. "worried that some bad guy would take you," he mumbled, his words all jumbled now from the simple happiness he's currently indulging in. "oh no, the prisoners will be so sad if they hear their gracious duke calling them bad guys," you laughed playfully, your hand didn't stop combing through his locks. the said man just closed his eyes in pure bliss; your gentle touch, the whispers of your voice.

"they'll live," he said while snuggling closer, the top of his head touching your stomach. before you responded he continued.

"what won't survive is my little and fragile heart if i keep seeing you come here so relaxed and unprotected."

well why would you not feel relaxed? and what's with the protection talk?

"i have you, no?" you gently said, and you could've sworn both tips of his hair perked up a little?

he got up from his position, sitting beside you. chuckling as though defeated he then said, "yes. yes you do. you're right. i just can't win against you can i?" he smiled, his features grew serene.

"anything else you wanna say to me, wriothesley?"

"......can you come here everyday?"

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"nor tartaglia or childe ."

tartaglia had always been completely swoon for you . it wasnt until you started calling him ajax that he knew he was in love .

"im baaaack~!" you sing , almost comically as you return to your shared home . with the slam of the door shutting and the rustling of the various trinkets in your hand , he awoke from his brief nap on the sofa .

"i bought you somethinggg~" you added playfully . piquing his interest as he stands up to stretch .

he looks over to you , drowsy yet a look of interest plastered on his face . you rush over to him with what looks like a bouquet of flowers and various other things in your other hand .(from his recently awakened state - he wasnt completely sure)

youve always been one to spontaneously hit the markets in town and return with many things you know you dont need - yet you want them , and they make you happy . so wheres the harm ?

after placing a small kiss on his forehead , you hand him the bouquet of cecilias , he raises and eyebrow - hes never been gifted flowers , of course .

"i love you ajax~"

he hopes you dont notice , but his face freezes for a second , and tears threaten to fall - youre unsure why (whether it be the sudden show of affection or the love hes feeling right now) , so you just wrap your arms around him and lean your head on his shoulder , still holding the rest of the gifts .

youre wrong about it though - not only was it the flowers , it was mainly the fact that you called him ajax . his birth name . the name which was not affliated with any of his other identities . oh how cruel he had been . but you saw past that , you saw past the sinful acts of childe , the blood on the hands of tartaglia . no - you saw him for him . him as a person . ajax , just ... ajax .

"ah- haha.. thank you" ajax sniffles , wrapping his unoccupied hand around you , his voice an the verge of breaking , trying to muster a composed laugh .

but you hear it . oh , you heard it .

you hear the sadness .

no...

shock ?

no-

the complete thankfulness and gratitude from the unexpected show of appreciation for everything hes ever done for you . you heard it alright - every way hes ever made you feel . every deliberate touch from him . it almost makes him melt the way you pull back and look into his eyes with your trademark genuine and loving smile on your face .

he wipes away the tears which threaten to fall , you didnt even need to ask - you know . you know why hes feeling this way .

"i... love you too.." ajax suddenly hugs you again , placing the bouquet onto the side table . he was thankful - really he was . just ... happier , more than anything .

the other gifts can wait , you thought . right now , you just wanted to make him feel loved .

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exactly

I'm just gonna say it, if venti wasn't the first ever archon to be introduced and was revealed later, more people would like him and be interested in him.