#📎 ningguang

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rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got

i was tagged by the beloved @firein-thesky and @lorelune for this!

im tagging anyone who wants to do it ! please do it ! i want to spread the writing love !

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birthday treat

the tianquan's birthday was always a luxurious affair—as the richest woman in teyvat and an extraordinary figurehead of liyue, she's quick to be showered with gifts of all kinds. there is little more that ningguang adores recieving than mora. yet on this special occasion, there's only one thing that ningguang wants to find in her chambers when she returns after a long day of celebrations. and that is not piles of riches, but you.

# * . & | characters: ningguang.

# * . & | content: nsfw 18+ only, ningguang x reader, smut, female bodied! sub! reader, soft dom! ningguang, established relationship, shibari (suspended), bondage, degradation, teasing, edging, birthday sex, praise kink, sweet but filthy smut, fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, grinding, cunnilingus, slight dumbification, ningguang refers to the reader by gendered terms such as 'girl' and 'princess'. lowkey ningguang sugar mommy.

# * . & | type: one shot.

# * . & | word count: 4,948.

here’s a happy birthday to my favourite tianquan! i just knew i had to write a smut one shot for her birthday, and since kia (@nin69uang) gave me the idea, this fic is dedicated to her! i’m still working on requests but i just wanted to get this out on time ♡ also please note that this shibari inspiration was taken from another request that i’m working on !! so i can’t take full credit for that idea being in my head  ( ๑ >◡< ๑ )  enjoy soft dom ningguang smut!

as the tianquan of liyue, ningguang could have anything she wants for her birthday.

there is no shortage of gifts from the citizens she is so dutiful to protect, and even from the qixing themselves. flowers, mora, jewellery, expensive clothing, even more expensive fabrics. silks, golden threads, gemstones encrusted in precious metals. a great banquet is held: steaming dishes of golden crab, jewellery soup, triple layered consommé, lotus flower crisps, qiankun mora meat, and jade parcels. anything she could ask for would be no doubt delivered to her within the half-hour. 

the gifts are pleasant. she accepts them with grace. they will be placed around her home—in her ginormous closet, her drawers, and spanned out across her halls as decorative items—along with all of the other fine things she has amassed over the years.

but it's not the presents that she has so looked forward on this day. not even the mora—once considered her most prized possession. no. what she seeks, waiting for her inside of her chambers, is something that no mora or extravagant gifts could buy her. all she has really wanted, throughout the whole day of sitting and smiling and graciously waiting through her birthday ceremonies, is you.

and there you perch now as she walks through her chamber doors, on your knees and obedient on her bed that is large and grand enough to house an archon—the frame gold, the bedding of delicate golden-white silk, and golden flower petals from nantianmen scattered across the expensive sheets, which glow a little whenever you shift. it is a heavenly sight to return to. you're watching her with an adoring expression, stars in your eyes. fitted on your body are just some of the fine clothes that she's bought you. they're as beautiful and delicate as hers—if not more, for she put all the time into getting them custom-made just for you—and hug your body tight. there's little that's left to the imagination, except for the very most revealing parts of you.

you, of course, cannot help but smile when you see your lover in the doorway.

"ningguang," you greet her happily, familiarly, a little flushed with how exposed you feel—even fully clothed—as you sit engulfed by the big, otherwise empty room with the tianquan's eyes roaming your body with little disguised motives.

she always knows how to make you feel small, in the best of ways.

you let her come to you, closing the large doors behind her and moving across the room with purpose. when she reaches you, her forefinger and thumb raise to hold your chin, forcing your face up to look straight at how she stands over you. the expression in her eyes is nothing short of wholly affectionate, though it doesn't hide the dark pooling of arousal there. in fact, as you look at the features of ningguang's face, you might mistake her as a ravenous beast behind all her elegant demeanour.

you're quick to loop your arms around her back as she leans down for a kiss, your fingers intertwining a little in her pale hair. her hands grasp at your waist. it's hungry immediately—her soft, full lips opening your pliant ones as she caresses your tongue with her own. slick and wet. 

"happy birthday, my love," you murmur against her plush mouth, spreading your legs to accommodate. she slides in between immediately, hips pressing to yours. "i'm all yours. in any which way." she knows it to be true when you lie back submissively, propped up on your elbows, and spread your legs at the thighs. now, she can clearly see that you're not wearing anything beneath her dress, and you're already wet. "what do you have in mind for the evening, love?" you wiggle your body enticingly, a little sillily, but can't help but gasp when ningguang leans all the way down. she traps you beneath her, slender arms caging you in at either side of your shoulders. perhaps you should have never asked—because ningguang's elegant smile tilts up a little devilishly. 

the heavy gaze of her red eyes pins you down as she elegantly straddles your waist—knees confining you to your spot as they sink beside your hips, her golden and black heels sinking into the expensive sheets—razing across your body hungrily. she analyses every piece of you with such refined arousal. then she tilts your jaw up again, fingers unmistakably commanding, as her mouth breathes against your ear. "you have no idea what the very imagination of you has been doing to me all day," she whispers. and, oh, it's a low, smooth kind of sound, like precious silk, and you can't supress the shiver that runs up your spine. that, combined with the weight of her pressed against your hips. no matter how many times you find yourself in this position, it's always beyond your wildest dreams.

maybe letting her have whatever she wanted for her birthday was allowing her to indulge a little too much.

the reasons why tianquan ningguang likes bondage so much are clear. firstly, the idea of having you willingly submit yourself wholly to her, down to your very self-control, was not just intimate but also wildly arousing. secondly, it established her position. she had the ability to walk steps around you while you writhed there helpless, click the floor with her heels and smile down at your blissed out face while she was sometimes still entirely clothed. and finally, it meant she got to pretty you up as much as she'd like, for her own pleasure. typically, the binds that ningguang used were luxurious and stupidly beautiful. golden silk ties that were strong enough to keep you from breaking free, but wrapped you up like a sweet present in her own signature colours. or red ribbons, restraining your hands and legs behind your back, done up in pretty bows.  

tying you up is always something ningguang takes great time and care doing.

today is no different, after she strips you of your expensive clothes and pools them on the floor, she fetches the red rope. after all, you said you'd let her do anything tonight, right?

ningguang takes a moment to admire her handiwork. her hands pull experimentally at the ropes, seeing if they're tight and safe. she's completely naked, except for her heels, fingernail guards, and the pieces adorning her hair.

shibari is ningguang's speciality. she loves the intimacy of it. taking time to carefully tie rope around a lover's body, creating pretty designs that accentuate each of your features. tightening bonds across different stretches of sensitive skin. this time, she carefully laces them around in horizontal strips: around your thighs, your arms, and meeting at your torso in small knotted diamonds. the rope circles your breasts intimately close, squeezing them on both above and below. the many loops on your arms bind your wrist together prettily, tucked behind the small of your back. she creates a small bow behind them. but the final addition is when she hooks the rope up to fixtures in the ceiling, suspending you masterfully by the ropes around your chest and legs. your front faces up, and your back mirrors as if you were to lie on the bed. it's not as uncomfortable as it looks.

both of your knees are bent—your calves carefully tied to your thighs. the several ropes that suspend you forces you in a compromising position. thighs spread open, chest arched up, arms trapped behind your spine. you're completely in ningguang's hands, at her every mercy.

apparently, she deems them to a high enough standard, because then her smile turns towards you. it's one that you both love and shudder to be the subject of. "how does it feel, princess?" she touches you then, one hand gliding up the inside of your thigh, another clasping your jaw. you shudder as her hand stops just before you need her most, teasing at your skin.

"good," you affirm. the last thing either of you want the binds to do is actually injure you. then you smile at her softly. "ready for anything you want from me."

there's a glint in ningguang's eyes at that. 

"mmm," she hums in affirmation. her hand slips from your jaw to trace down the length of your throat, over your collarbones, and towards your breasts. they're trapped between the red shibari ropes, mildly aching at the squeeze, and particularly sensitive. you squeak when her golden nail guard grazes over your nipple. "you're all wrapped up for me like a gift."

a gentle smile adorns your feature. you love this woman. "of course, i am yours after all."

when you buck your hips into the empty air, loll your head back on your neck, and gasp her name breathlessly—desperate for some kind of relief—her lips just tilt upwards in a gentle smirk. "not yet, baby."

she begins slow—and so it's one of those nights where she wants to savour everything. her gold-white hair falls delicately around her face and cascades over her breasts as she takes you apart slowly. intimately. gently. she leaves you dangling on the edge for much too long: with feather-light caresses all the way from your throat, to your ribs, to your ankles; teasing and mouthing at your nipples; and rubbing your clit enticingly only to leave you begging for more when she pulls away. it wears you down piece by piece, until you're a craving mess.

you lose count of how long it goes on for. it could have just been minutes, it could have been hours. all you know is that you're flushed, body hot, and you need to cum. you lean into every touch, craning your face into her palm, trying to chase the fleeting strokes of her hand to no avail. it makes you feel touched starved.

it's truly not fair, the sweetness of her hands cupping your curves, coming so close to every spot in which you crave her, but not giving you it all. this is the type of thing she loves. teasing her lover until they're like putty in her hands.

finally, finally, she offers you something. it comes with her sweeping in and pressing her bare thigh against the hot slick of your cunt. the pale, supple skin suddenly pushed against your throbbing spot of need makes you jolt. you whimper when she commands, "if you want to find your release, do it yourself."

thank god. shuddering, you grind against the soft muscles of her thigh, the one with the red tattoo. it matches the pretty rope keeping you still. you're close. you're so close. you can feel your orgasm cresting and rushing towards you, leaving you lightheaded. it approaches with a coil winding in your stomach.

a wail of disappointment leaves you when ningguang pulls her thigh away. 

a hum, bordering on the edge of a laugh, leaves her mouth. "sorry, my love, i lied."

you've been left pathetically flustered and wet. a desperate whine leaves your throat, "please, ningguang." you're not above begging—certainly not with ningguang. "let me cum. i've been good. please."

she does laugh then, a delicate sound. it's an out of place noise for the situation. her fingers circle both of your nipples, light caresses that have you squirming and tossing your head back. "i thought you said you're mine any way i'll have you."

archons, you're so wet. you're so fucking turned on. and when you glance over through your fluttering lashes, you can see you're not the only one. ningguang's pupils are so blown full that you can barely see the rings of red around them. "... yes," you agree pitifully, not going to take back your lover's birthday gift. if that means all this torture, you'd gladly give her you whole. "i'm yours."

that pleases her. she leans in close as her finger dips down into your wetness, teasing your entrance. instinctively, you try to spread your legs wider. she laughs prettily again, right into your ear. "haven't i trained you well?" 

her fingers rub across your cunt—gliding up to circle your clit meanly for a few moments before sinking back down to slide through your wetness. she never gives you the release of actually sinking her long fingers inside. you still offer her moans of, "ningguang," and "tianquan," like a broken record on repeat. "please, please, please, touch me. need to cum."

it goes on for too long. you're flushed, sweaty, and breathing heavily.

"isn't this where you belong?" ningguang murmurs, her voice dangerously sensual as she once again caresses your breast with the nail guards on her right hand. the metal is cold and unrelenting. completely helpless in the bindings and to her teasing ministrations, all you can do is whimper her name. "submitting to your tianquan. such a naughty girl for me, aren't you?"

fuck.

you can't help but whine and buck your hips, only to have her hand remove from its place at your swollen clit. "ningguang," you beg, trying your best to move. her knots were too good. all you can do is flex and unflex your muscles, and whimper pitifully, as you suspend helpless in the air with your legs spread. "please. i'm yours." 

an amused hum leaves her mouth. "you're so impatient." it's a drawling muse. her fingers slide up the expanse of your calf, gliding over the ropes bound there. when her other thumb presses once again to your clit, you rut up into her hand as best you can. "so needy, look at you." the murmur is full of awe as she presses a kiss to your knee, then your thigh, dangerously close.

the moment you start to feel remotely close to cumming again, her teeth marking up the insides of your thighs and her fingers stroking at your cunt, she stops once more. you sob out in frustration. "please—i need to cum." you're absolutely certain that you'll die right now if she doesn't push you over the edge with her fingers.

"have you been good enough?" she asks. then, sweetly, "pathetic little slut."

your head falls back. "yes—! i've been good," the promise leaves you desperately. 

"still so needy," she muses when she steps up to you and brushes her thumb over your lower lip. "i've been craving this every hour of today." she slides off the remainder of her nail guards and lets them fall to the floor. now, she cages you in close, one bare hand cradling your cheek as you lie suspended there helplessly. her other hand drifts downwards. "i won't stop this time, princess. you've been so patient for me."

ningguang is ultimately a generous lover. she loves to tease, to push you past the point of no return, but nothing pleases her more than seeing you lose all inhibitions in the attempt to chase your pleasure. now that it was her turn to give you her all—well, she wasn't one to hold back. you made helpless, high-pitched sounds as she pressed two fingers into you, then three. "ningguang." she loved hearing her name roll off of your tongue. "ningguang!" her push against one particular spot had your mouth falling open, eyelids fluttering. you reached your peak fast, and the orgasm hit you hard. 

usually, you'd claw at her. grip onto her shoulders, bury your face in her throat, wrap your legs around her waist and never let go. as it is, you're helpless to her. unable to do anything other than roll your hips and whine strangled versions of her name over and over again. she finds it delicious, the way you go limp with pleasure and exhaustion after your orgasm is over. your face is relaxed, blissed out. 

now that you'd gotten there, how could she let you stop?

her name rolls off of your mouth in long chants as she milks you for all you have, striking a relentless pace against your g-spot as you continue to kick against the bonds and arch your back. you'll never break free, but it feels delicious when some of the ropes around your tits rubs at the soft flesh of them. it's incredibly desperate, as sweat trickles down your collarbones. ningguang won't stop pressing her slender fingers against your sweet spot.

she makes it sound refined when she says, "such a desperate slut. you're all mine." it's not a question, but you can't help but nod and babble affirmations anyway.

"i am. yours, all yours."

she graces you with an amused sound, and you already know that she'll make you eat those words. you should really keep your mouth shut. of course, she fixes that problem for you when her fingers circle your aching clit, pressing down firmly. it cuts off your desperate begging with one of your loud moans, overstimulated from having just cum hard already. despite your promise, you're not sure if you can take another right away.

"no more," you squeak pitifully, wanting to clasp your thighs together but finding yourself unable to due to the bindings. she makes a thoughtful noise but keeps going, despite your needy and overstimulated cries. if you truly wanted to stop, you'd have used the safeword. "ningguang, i can't go again—"

silently, she tilts your body a little so your hips raise higher in the air. then she kneels down on the bed between your legs. oh. ningguang's tongue, which has been perfected on business deals and sweet words, is by all means incredible. she buries her face in you, starting off with languid licks that swipe up and down, and then continuing to mouth, nibble, and suck. every now and then, she murmurs the words "cute slut," against your skin. her hands keep your legs spread wide. ningguang fucks her tongue into you in earnest, pressing two talented fingers inside as she does so. the wet heat of her mouth does wonders to your sex-addled brain. she works you up gently, lapping at your clit, sucking.

you cum for a third time—this time, on her tongue, whining and crying and writhing as much as you can, while her fingers leave delicate bruises in your thighs. she continues to eat you out through your orgasm, and even when your body calms she runs her tongue over your clit. a never-ending assault. feeling as sensitive as a raw nerve, you cry her name. pull at your restraints in an attempt to sink your hands into her hair and hold her there while you buck into her mouth. you don't have the luxury of that tonight.

she laps at your oversensitive cunt until your begging finally stops her. when she raises her head, it's with a smug smile and wet lips. it's almost blissful for a moment until you realise her fingers still haven't stopped pumping leisurely in and out of you. with a hoarse sound, you flex your thighs. "ningguang," you moan, head lolling. "can't."

"yes, you can," is all she says, pressing her mouth to your hipbone as her fingers curl in a particularly skilled manner. it's clear that she's aiming for a fourth orgasms for you. the idea of that is utterly overwhelming.

"can't do another!" you cry, too overstimulated to think. it feels too good. your brain is malfunctioning. it hurts. "no more. ningguang. no more. please." it doesn't help the fact that you're getting more drenched. your cunt is so hungry for her fingers, spasming around her, drawing them in. needing more but wanting a break at the same time. you can't help but make guttural, strangled sounds as her fingers continue to work relentlessly against your abused hole, allowing you no respite. your moans border on crying whines. the heat of tears pricks your eyes. the only semblance of relief that you get is when ningguang draws a pair of fingers out of your dripping entrance—replaced quickly by her other hand—and holds them up to your lips. you open obediently.

"that's right," she muses, as she presses two of her fingers, drenched in your own cum, down your throat and flat along your tongue. she hums contently when you suck and lick around them. her other three fingers continue to work relentlessly into your overstimulated pussy. "my pretty whore. you're so filthily obscene like this. what would the qixing think? helplessly tied up and letting your tianquan do whatever she wants to you over and over." your stomach coils again, thighs tensing in the desperate need to cum once more. somehow her voice is still so soft and elegant despite her degrading words. "needy baby. so impatient. you just couldn't wait, could you? and now you're complaining about wanting no more."

her fingers, slick and dripping with your saliva, slide out of your mouth to fit delicately around your neck. you cannot help the way you moan lewdly, toes curling at the sensation, even before she's pressed down. just her hand held there as a display of how much she owns you. how well she's trained you.

"there it is." you'd mistake her voice for being on the edge of elegant laughter if you didn't recognise the musing tone as dripping with lust, her words thick, lilting and purposeful. her thumb rubs across the side of your neck lovingly. it's a stark contrast to the hard and filthy way her other hand has three fingers deep inside of you, beginning to work in a fourth. "so greedy."

"ningguang," you babble, eyes rolled back and trembling bodily from the pleasure as she works you up to your fourth orgasm. you feel like you're made of jelly, but still you can't move. cannot escape the full sensation of her fingers working you again, her thumb pressed against the swollen bud of your clit. she watches you yank against the binds with your hands.

you want to touch her. you want to be touched. if she could just drape her whole body over you, not just her hands—all that warm skin, her tall, curvy figure, her thighs entrapping your own—.

"ningguang, ningguang, ningguang." it feels too good. too much. a sob breaks out from your lips.

"what is it, princess?" she hums. slick and your release drools down over her fingers and pools on the expensive sheets, amongst the golden petals. "do you even know what you want? can't make up your mind?" a long, high sound leaves your mouth, hips bucking. she laughs airily, a little meanly. "ah. greedy girl. i guess i'll have to decide, then? will you come again for me, baby?"

"no, no," you blurt out, whole body hot. your cunt spasms around her fingers as she smiles condescendingly down at you. "can't— i can't, ningguang— too much!" a chuckle leaves her pretty lips as you continue to babble while pointedly not using your safeword, "too much, can't do another! oh, oh, ningguang! tianquan! tianquan!"

her fingers squeeze softly at the sides of your throat, making you go a little lightheaded. "you can give me a fourth. isn't this what you wanted, baby? you said i could take anything i wanted. i was under the impression that you wanted to please your tianquan."

"ngh!"

"hmm," she affirms with a smirk. "that's what i thought."

you don't know when you started crying, but it clearly began at some point prior. now, tears wet your face at the overstimulation of your poor cunt while you moan for her to go faster and stop, can't, too much at the same time. when the pressure on your throat increases—eventually rendering you speechless—and you feel boneless, your eyes roll back into your skull. it feels fucking heavenly, and so unbearable at the same time.

you need to cum, but can you? can you? can you—?

ningguang's voice is right beside your ear, "be a good girl and cum for me."

you sob through a silent moan as your orgasm takes your breath away, hiccing and whining out while your hips rut mindlessly into the length of her four fingers, quivering all over. the red ropes still squeeze your skin, still leaving you to her complete mercy. your fourth time cumming in that evening and ningguang finally gives you a break. her fingers draw out of your wet cunt, and her hand pulls away from your throat. even though you're horrifically overstimulated, you can't help but whine at the absence of her fingers on your skin. where is she?

"still so needy," you hear her murmur condescendingly, and your eye peeks open to see her retrieving a pair of scissors from the beside. you just smile lazily as she kneels beside where you dangle. while she supports you from beneath with her surprisingly strong arms, ningguang cuts the ropes suspending you from the ceiling. the both of you softly collapse onto the bed, that soft plane, as ningguang grabs a pillow to place beneath your head. she wastes no time in hovering your your limp, spent body, trapping you in. 

"be good," ningguang warns, before lowering her dripping heat onto your own. you make a strangled sound, and she lets out a moan of her own. it's soft and sweet. experimentally, she rocks her hips back and forwards. the movement forces her to sigh out contently. when your clits grind together, the both of you inhale in unison.

just because she cut the rope attached to the roof, doesn't mean you're free from the rest of the shibari bindings. your arms are stuck behind your back, your legs already spread for her. 

she hovers over you like a dream. like some ethereal, otherworldly goddess—pale hair pooling around both her and you as she looks down. ningguang's amber eyes are hazy and dark with lust.

delicious.

her palms pin at your shoulders, considering your hands are already tied behind your back—giving her further sense of control as she grinds your wet cunts together. her hips roll languidly, and her gasps are hard to miss. it comes at the fact of how wet and hers you feel. she did this. she's the only one you belong to.

exhausted, weeping and fucked out of your mind, you manage to spread your legs a little wider. you relish in the way ningguang hums appreciatively when it gives her better access to you. she grinds down harder.

"so f'cking good," you murmur dumbly, eyes permanently rolled back into your skull now. it's so nice to let her take care of you. the pace at which ningguang sets is brutal and filthy. mixtures of your wetness slide together, making a mess of everything. every time she pulls back a little, strands of both of your slicks connect the two of you. "baby."

"can still talk, it seems," she tries to tease. it comes out a bit strained. her grip on your shoulders is bruising as ningguang uses it as leverage to chase her own pleasure. it's so hot. watching her use you solely to get off. "you really like being mine, don't you?"

you can't help but babble back to her. incoherent strings of "all yours," and "yes, always," and "yours, yours, yours," over and over. she feels so good with her body on yours, finally. ningguang kisses you messily, keeping your face steady with her hand as she devours your pliant open mouth. you're too fucked out to kiss her properly back.

you whimper as ningguang continues to grind down onto you. her thrusts get sloppier, more spasming, as she approaches her release. you don't even know how much you can react anymore. you're just a toy for her pleasure. 

"never forget this:" she commands, though her own voice has gone suspiciously high and breathy like it does whenever she's about to cum. desperate—desperate for her pleasure, for her to be happy with you, to get her to her release—you rut your hips up, mashing back up to meet her harder and harder. the wet sounds of your grinding pussies filling the large room are hard to ignore. at that moment, one of her hands pulls away from where she's holding your shoulders and comes to hold your chin, forcing you to look at her. "i own you."

with a loud, broken cry, you throw your head back against the mattress and cum for the fifth time that night, entire body spasming. it's so intense that you white out for an instant. you almost miss the moment that ningguang hits her release—gone with her composure as she ruts desperate and fast against your shaking cunt. luckily, your eyes slide back open in time to see the tianquan moan unashamedly. she borders on a breathy whine as her spine arches back, hands planted on your hips, lashes fluttering shut and mouth opening so pretty when she finally cums. you feel the intense tremors against your clit. and had you not been so fucked stupid, you'd ask her to do it again, and again, and again.

instead, you let yourself go limp. worn thin and exhausted from the amount of edging and then orgasms you'd experienced. it feels blissful, floaty. the mattress is so soft that you're sure your body is lying on clouds. from that point on, you drift in and out of warm consciousness, body well and truly spent.

ningguang's hands roam over your body, grazing the shape of you tenderly. "happy birthday," you murmur dozily as she loosens the knots—though the syllables come out wrong, and you're sure it's more of a bleary sound than anything else.

with your eyes still closed, ningguang leans over you and presses her mouth to your own. cups your jaw adoringly. "thank you, beloved," she replies, back to that regal tone as she continues to free you from the binds and plans on how she's going to clean you up and bathe you in a tub surrounded by sweet-smelling candles and flowers from all over teyvat. "i wouldn't dream of spending it any other way."

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UMMM no words, this was supposed to be way shorter that it turned out as but here we are! thank you kia my love, for putting this in my head. mwah. happy birthday ningguang ♡ i can’t wait to write more for her and the other genshin women omg !! UGH they own me. my requests are open! please read my rules first  (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

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characters: ningguang/beidou, kazuha, ei, scaramouche/you

notes: modern au, married beiguang as your and kazuha's mothers, gender neutral reader

when beidou hears the idea leave ningguang's lips, she thinks all those nights overworking has finally done it for good. be it the ridiculosity, the slim chances relying on something no one can secure on purpose or the other parties involved- beidou doesn't know what to start with, if she's being honest.

"if we want to expand business, what better way to strike a guaranteed success than to head directly for the top of the game?"

"no ning, this makes sense of course-" beidou begins, pinching at the bridge of her nose, "but in an actual business setting. what you're suggesting is-" ningguang watches as she lets out a sigh. "we are talking about the raiden corp. here. do you really think she will fall for a ...cheap trick of aiming for a friendship in disguise of striking a deal later?"

ningguang's expression sours at beidou's choice of adjectives. she is aware of the risks of this idea already, but where is harm in it if you don't oppose to it?

closing her eyes, she lets out a chuckle, "darling, i am aware-"

"must we really involve the kids?" beidou cuts in, her voice sounding almost meek.

ningguang cannot ever recall a time she has heard such a tone laced in her wife's words.

something in her eye tells there is a little more to beidou's opposition than just 'involving the kids' yet she leaves it at that for now.

"how about we ask what they think? if they don't want to be a part of it, they won't." beidou begins to relax at her words, "however, you must know miss ei did agree to having a lunch."

head snapping back, beidou opens her mouth as she glares at ningguang yet ningguang settles with placing her finger over her lips, "and i've heard she has a son close in age to them. so at most it'd be like a meeting of mothers," twisting her wrist, her palm facing up as if she is stating something so obvious, so easy.

"but if they wish not to be involved, then so be it."

by the time ningguang reaches her own conclusion, beidou realizes that she remains as set in stone as ever. as much as she might admire determination when it comes to many things, she can only let out a breathy sigh in defeat, knowing one way or another, ningguang will always find a way.

"so what? it's just a lunch with mom and head of... what did you say they were called again?" you lean in to beidou, whisper telling the second part.

"ei, her son, you and i." ningguang says. "it has reached my ears ei does not have the best of relationship with her son," "yeah, i wonder why." beidou mutters under her breath.

shooting her a quick glare, ningguang continues; "and considering his not-so-pleasant public image, she has agreed to having an unofficial meeting over lunch."

"what i'm getting is i'll just be the token peer slash beloved child then?" you inquire.

"the restaurant we have picked is known for its privacy. the most press will get is the four of us entering and exiting together. you don't need to befriend him, just think of it as a-"

"i've done my fair share of socializing for the sake of it at school, don't worry mom." you interrupt her, almost sounding bored. "okay, i'll do it."

"lovely! thank you, dear" ningguang clasps her hands together in enthusiasm. "i'll see you for dinner, i've got to go now." and with it she walks away, leaving an exhausted beidou, kazuha and disinterested you behind.

by the time the day of the lunch arrives, time flies by rather fast. kazuha seems antsier than you for some reason. when confronted, he just waves you off, claiming it's nothing you should worry about.

meeting ningguang before lunch and driving there, the ride itself is quiet, though even then she seems busy on her phone, handing a last minute business of sorts.

as you get off the car, you receive a message from kazuha.

a simple 'good luck' followed by a cat sticker, you find it odd that he even sent something like that in the first place. perhaps miss ei's son had attended the same highschool as kazuha. you make a note of asking about that later.

eyes still on your phone, you follow ningguang's queue and do not register the figures in front of you or ningguang's words until her hand enters your line of vision, introducing you.

looking up, to the left you see a tall woman with long, beautiful features, a cold and distant touch to her looks, from her gaze, makeup to her clothes. a hair clip of flowers on the side of her head do not do much to soften the air of authority she creates simply from existing.

it is the same air you get whenever you've seen ningguang at work, at her true element, a grace and power to her, surrounding her like a halo.

eyes leaving her lilac ones, your gaze lands on the boy next to her. his expression alone enough to kill off whatever emotions you've had inside you.

"yeah, i'm not doing that."

you don't realize the words leaving your mouth until a loud "what!" shrieked and a "what the fuck do you mean by 'that'?!", following with a hissed "kuni! language!"

okay, perhaps, this was not the most ideal time to change your mind.

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Romantic HCs with ningguang (can I also add I'm female?) ♥️ Also I love ur blog

Awee omg ty I love you too! 💜 also no need to add your female this writing is Gender neutral 😌✋

Okay- If I'm being honest I love Ningguang

Warnings: romantic and suggestive

She likes to take you out on expensive picnics (assume you are legal age+ she would bring expensive Champaign)

For some reason she likes wearing silk robes when having picnics (girly just likes looking hot all the time 👀💜)

She likes kissing your hands

If I'm being honest she's awkward to romance but is also very elegant to it

Likes being quite traditional in the bedroom (ifykyk)

Writing:

"Aah just the two of us" Ningguang says grabbing a drink from the table next to the bed. She leans back crosses her feet on the bed. You grab a drink and lay right next to her. She turns her head and says "Hmm what I hate it if I dropped my drink maybe if i.." she set her drink asside as she swoops you in for a kiss. "Dropped my drink" she mumbled. Surprised you put your drink to the side as well. "Lady nin-" she give you another kiss. And the giggles in the room echo as a possible new moment that might make your relationship even better.

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🖇🪨 ━━ liyue WL8

now teleporting to waypoint... liyue ♡

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choose your character!

🖇 I ── ZHONGLI.

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🖇 II ── XIAO.

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🖇 III ── NINGGUANG.

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# * . & | one shots.

birthday treat.

🖇 IV ── GANYU.

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🖇 V ── KEQING.

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🖇 VI ── BEIDOU.

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🖇 VII ── HU TAO.

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🖇 VIII ── YANFEI.

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RETURN TO WL8?

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🖇🪨 ━━ liyue WL1

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🖇 I ── ZHONGLI.

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🖇 II ── XIAO.

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🖇 III ── NINGGUANG.

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🖇 IV ── GANYU.

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🖇 V ── KEQING.

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🖇 VI ── BEIDOU.

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🖇 VII ── HU TAO.

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🖇 VIII ── YANFEI.

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RETURN TO WL1?

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notes: eimiko as scara's, beiguang as your and kazuha's mothers, modern au — 1.7k

a/n: since this is something im writing on a lighter + more comedic side (at least trying...) chapter and time transitions won't be as smooth as my other fics. timeline wise, this fic can be considered slow burn but wriitng/chapter order wise, it won't be as slow. aand considering this is a modern au, scaramouche's existence isn't/cannot be like in-game, he may come off as a little ooc, i'll still give him issues and attitude lol but there's not much existential crisis revolving around being human/emotions.

the lunch doesn’t go as a disaster as ningguang had feared. with you and ei’s kid sitting at different tables, the women carry on with their conversation and have a fruitful meeting by the end of it.

though it seems life has other plans for you.

sitting down just as the professor walks in, you let your eyes roam as you take needed materials out of your bag. only for your arm to coke to a halt when you catch glimpse of an indigo hair cut in an awfully familiar style. averting your gaze to your bag’s contents, for pray god, he looks up as you’re still looking at him, you try to carry on with your day.

‘try’ is all you can manage, really, with the absurd amount of classes you soon realize you share with him. By the end of the day you can feel someone’s eyes on your back but you decide to pretend you didn’t notice a thing.

entering home with feet dragging on the floor and a loud groan leaving your lips, kazuha looks up from his sheets, ready to listen to your ranting.

“whatever it is, it cannot be worth committing self inflicted unalivement.”

“I share most of my classes with him, kazu.” you deadpan, saying the pronoun with another groan.

kazuha pauses for a moment, registering who you mean and his head falls, “oh, okay, I see your point.” his head suddenly snaps up, giving you an expectant look “but please don’t do it, I love my sibling too much to live a life without them.”

the week carries on with the both of you ignoring the other. better to forget and be forgotten, you muse.

life seems to enjoy proving you wrong however.

at the end of a class you find yourself startled by a rather harsh nudge on your shoulder, turning back to face whoever is responsible, only to be met with that exact scowl. does he even use his facial muscles save for speaking?

as if he gets to ask you about a class project after ignoring you for days, the audacity.

when you try to inquire why he asked you of all people, he just claims “i expect the processor of a capable woman such as ningguang has raised her children to be as capable.”

When he turns and walks away, you only mutter a “weird”, not noticing the slight halt in his steps.

despite the tension that lies heavy between the two of you, it is almost a relief, to have a familiar face around during classes or on lunch breaks, be it a stroll on campus or just relaxing under a tree, it provides a fake sense of familiarity to open one eye and spot the other passing by (or immediately avoiding gazes for fear of being caught staring).

as pleasant as this might be, he still provides to be a problem when it comes to conversing. putting down even just your attempts at small talk, or a greeting in the mornings (yet always giving you a glare when you bid others 'good morning' and not him). he makes it a quick habit of rolling eyes or huffing when you approach the seat near him at classes, yet always taking his backpack from the seat so you can have it.

one by one, despite his intentional difficulties, the two of you begin to spend some lunch breaks together, albeit still in that same self made silence.

if he were to question why you approached the table occupid by him first, you'd most likely shrug, tilting your head to show the crowded food hall 'you're really asking?'.

but he doesn't, which is good, you affirm to yourself, this makes everything less awkward, however that is possible.

you notice a little too late that you do not know his name.

for any other setting, such a fact would bother you, yet with ei's son, this doesn't feel odd. it's not like any interaction the two of you have had so far required any names, or even recognition of the other, if you're being honest.

and you prefer to keep it that way, you realize; as he must too, from his general behavior.

the professor walks into the class with a ta tailing after her. uh-oh, alarm bells ring in your head. from head to toe you can tell what kind of ta this one is going to be exactly.

desperate, is a word to describe it.

insisting on taking attendance, and choosing the redundant way for it, names start being read out one by one.

and that is when you realize.

it doesn't bother you.

it shouldn't.

and it does not, but also it eats away at you from the inside. and for the next two hours, you feel yourself antsy in your seat, checking the clock so often or doodling on the desk only to erase it later, you count down the minutes– "alright, that is all for today."

you find yourself in front of his seat immediately.

in the midst of packing hi belongings, he doesn't acknowledge your existence, though the shadow suddenly falling over him is enough to draw out an irritated sigh.

"what do y-" "what was it that they called you?" the sentence leaves your mouth in a single breath, he pauses for a second, just looking at your face.

brows furrowed, he looks like a mix of puzzled and put off. "huh?"

"your name," you say as a matter-of-factly "i didn't catch it well." that, is a lie.

you remember the 'kunikuzushi' clearly, just as you remember ei's soft and rushed 'kuni!' from that day.

upon hearing your words, his expression shifts to something of annoyance. "just call me scaramouche, if you desperately require a name for this face."

his attitude and the name he says has your face scrunched up. just what is up with this guy?

crossing his arms and raising a brow with an expression that says "you got an issue with it?" he begins tapping his foot in growing impatience.

"well that sounds dumb. and your name is rather difficult to roll off the tongue. guess i'll call you 'kuni' from now on." you say with a shrug. “or would you prefer ‘kuzu’?”

his jaw quite literally dropping, brows at a mix of shooting up and furrowing, he looks at you as if you've said the ugliest insults and curses known to man into his face.

without waiting for a further reply, nor lending an ear to his angry yelling and mix of insults, you walk away.

the end of another week comes close. kazuha and you find yourselves excited for the next two days of calm and peace.

no class, no practise, just to simply exist and unwind, maybe invite some friends if you're up for socializing.

already half asleep on the couch as you give yourself to the music kazuha is making, with occasional hums to accompany the guitar; the both of you find yourselves startled when beidou barges in with a gleam in her eye.

chest moving faster than average, a huge smile plastered on her face, you find yourselves excited even before she begins speaking.

that is which, takes a little while, as her right leg gives out from the way she bended it when barging in. a moment of gathering her breath and feeling her leg fully functional later, she reveals her and ningguang's decision for a mini weekend getaway.

checking the calendar to make sure it is not april, you find it hard to believe as she already ushers kazuha to start packing for the weekend and to bring his guitar if he wishes to.

ningguang never takes a day off, unless one of the assistants, keqing or ganyu use force once in a blue moon. so how come she has agreed to such a thing now?

the eeriness aside, it is still exciting. to spend a weekend as a whole family, away from responsibilities as much as any of you will manage to be. this alone deserves a celebration on itself to be frank.

as expected of someone with refined tastes such as ningguang, her location of choosing is out of the eyes, simple yet elegant by itself, in nature but not too far away from civilization and its perks such as technology in case of any emergencies; from stepping out of the car, you can feel the air to be a lot cleaner already.

not too many steps ahead of you and muted out noises reaching your ears, the eeriness you've gotten from earlier clears up. by the entrance of the house, you see three figures waiting, their eyes now turned your way as they heard the car parked.

the same distant yet beautiful lilac eyes from weeks ago, ei stands in all her glory, her face as unreadable as ever. to her right a woman with pink hair, dressed in shades of red and an all-knowing smile hanging on her lips stand.

that must be yae miko, her wife, as you remember. everything you've heard regarding her truly do not do her justice– not that you've heard much, to be begin with.

and to ei's left stands kunikuzushi, his annoyed expression darkening, his scowl deepening, something you didn't think was possible until now.

you can more or less guess how beidou must be looking from her footsteps alone. kazuha, silent as ever, is probably keeping a stoic expression. kuni's face blending with a different emotion as his eyes shift over to where kazu must be confirm your suspicions more or less.

in her whisper-protests, you can hear beidou speak to ningguang about how she must've forgotten the definition of a family get-away, since this is not it; meanwhile in front of you, he seems to complain about where the nearest starbucks is and how he'll just buy the place and spend the weekend there, 'i'll still be in the same vicinity, as per agreed, just away from the lot of you.'

whatever hopes of a relaxing weekend you've had, you can hear remnants of it being flushed away like you've heard people did to their fish.

this was going to be a long weekend, shoulders slumping, you let out a sigh, as bickerings from both directions carry on and yae seems to observe the scene before her in glee.

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Masterlist

Beidou:

Romantic HCs

Ningguang:

|warning : suggestive|Romantic HCs

Fischl:

Crush HCs

Jean:

Friendship HCs

Xinyan:

Friendship HCs

Bennet:

Friendship HCs

Lisa:

|warning : suggestive| romantic HCs

| warning: achohol mentions| Tavern date with Lisa

Venti:

moonlit highride |warning: drugs|

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