#euphoric~albedo

[euphorickaeya]

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!! pt. 4

honey’s notes: redid the whole notes because this was really old, I had something written but, it wasn’t how I wanted the story to go, and so I have rewritten it, and hopefully this is better!

pairings : Zhongli, Ei, Venti, Albedo, Aether x reader.

reader uses they/them pronouns.

[content warning : arguing, swearing, kidnapping. drugging. muttering and borderline obsession from Albedo/Venti. Mentions of a dark room, can cause anxiety.] I would like it if anyone under 16+ would not interact with this specific chapter.

recommended song: everything I wanted - billie eilish.

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it has been days, since the incident. You refuse to look at your acolytes in the face, their pleads seem to get nothing out of you. Your phone has buzzed non-stop, your “friends” talking about pressing charges, and talking about how crazy, your “cosplay friends” were.

you sat in your kitchen, your coffee now gone cold, you didn’t know how it went wrong so fast. You needed to get rid of them, they didn’t belong here. Why did you even house them? Why couldn’t of you just told them to go back? Force them to work something out? You couldn’t help but space out, the sun’s rays hitting you from your kitchen window.

Zhongli and Venti stood in the entrance of the open kitchen, looking at you worriedly, you’ve been sat there hours ago. Just staring straight ahead into your kitchen window, your hands holding your coffee mug. They all knew you were angry with them. Could you blame them, though? They were reverent acolytes, everything they knew to do was in your name, it always was and always will be, till their dying breath.

Ei stayed away from you, she has cocooned herself is the guest room you’d allowed them to live in, any time you’ve walked past it, you’ve heard nothing but muffled mutters and repeated phrases from her. It creeped you out, as much as you loved Genshin Impact, this isn’t what you wanted.

You never wanted overbearing people in your life, never the overprotective glances, the suffocating clinginess they put on you, the responsibility of taking care of them, feeding them. They don’t have documents in your world, no proof of life. You knew they didn’t care to come back to their world or to stay, but they wouldn’t survive in your world, how could they? They didn’t exist as real people in your world.

You never wanted this, you’ve gotta remember that.

You let out a sigh, Venti and Zhongli perked up, you’ve moved, standing up from your seat and dumping your coffee into the sink, before looking at them. “You need to get out of here, this world, MY world.” You spat.

The two were taken aback, but, why? What did they do? Why did you want to kick them out?

“Why?..” Venti mumbled out, the small pitter patter of his feet approaching you. You put your hand up. “Don’t dare walk closer to me. Ever since you’ve been here, all five of you, you’ve done nothing but ruin my life. It was nice at the start,” you grip the edges of your kitchen island.

“But you’re a nightmare. You guys shouldn’t of come here at all, I thought, it would be nice, but you guys are scary and you’ve creeped me out.” You walked past Zhongli and Venti.

“but, your grace—“

“ENOUGH. I’ve had enough of your “grace” and god bullshit! I’m not a god! Stop putting that on me, don’t you hear me?! You’re not real!” Your hands push zhongli away, his back hit the wall, portraits and paintings fell from off the wall, colliding with your tiled floors.

“Stop this nonsense, okay!? I’m no god, I’m just a simple human being, why are you so dense? Has your belief turned you blind?!” You let your anger out, you were sick of it, the calling of your name as if it was a holy grail, the obsessive belief that anything you’ve touched has been blessed. it’s driving you nuts, you can’t live like this, it’s too much of a punishment, especially when you’ve done nothing wrong.

Zhongli and Venti stayed quiet, by now, the rest of the crew has come down to see the commotion. They stay silent as you held zhongli to the wall, you’re huffing angrily. “don’t you know, i bleed red, my eyes shine dull, they don’t shine stars, my hair doesn’t flow in the wind nor is it unnatural, i can’t command the nature of your world or mine.” Your voice felt like it was pleading, pleading to have them see that you’re normal, someone who’s got a common life, you grow, you work, you earn money.

You can’t grow money, you can’t heal anyone, you’re no miracle. “This, unreachable standard you’ve put on me along the months you’ve been here, it’s killing me. So please, just stop.” You let go of Zhongli as you step back, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. Not a peep from any of your…well. Them. Not a word, from them.

“Okay.” Albedo said. He calmly walked upstairs, hands on some papers he must’ve wrote some research on. Ei no longer cried, her eyes seemed dull, as if, a doll, her puppet. Aether’s eyes went through a myriad of emotions, from hurt, to confusion, to losing hope. He knew he shouldn’t of trusted you, held out hope that maybe, if he could bring you back home, you’d convince his sister to come back to him.

Venti looked at you, before your hands, red and scuffed, he mumbled something you couldn’t hear, before his hands held yours, “if you wish us gone, then, ill make that come true, just, don’t put your anger on us anymore, that was never our intention.” His hands lifted yours to his lips, a kiss on your fingers, feeling like a gentle breeze.

Zhongli walked away, after dusting himself off, not a word to you or anyone else, just left the room. You didn’t hear from any of them, the rest of the day.

you paced quickly in front of the door to Albedo’s and Aether’s shared room, you had wanted to apologize, you felt like you shouldn’t of yelled at them, you were angry, stressed. You knocked on the pale door, “albedo?..aether?”You called out softly.

“I just wanted to apologize, I, didn’t mean to blow up in your face, I was stressed and…” you weren’t sure if you should continue. “I just..I hope you know I didn’t mean it, you guys are just as stressed as me.. I know you’ve got stuff to get to, back home..” you fiddled with your hands, hearing no response you just sighed.

You had the same reaction to the room the archons were in, not an answer. You walked back to your room, feeling defeated. “goodnight guys.” You called out to the corridor, hoping that they were okay.

You got ready for bed, an uneasy feeling in your stomach. You weren’t sure if it was because of the fact that you’ve gotten no response, or that you’re feeling the guilt. You just hoped that you can sleep it off, try to ease yourself. Your hands ran down your face, a big sigh coming out of you.

You switched off your lamp from your bedside table, snuggling into your bed, blanket bunched up on you, being held tightly. You couldn’t sleep, your eyes wouldn’t close. You felt, like being watched. Like you weren’t alone. You scanned the room in the dark, you laid awake in the dark for a good while.

You clutched your blanket closer to yourself, unsure of whether to check out what’s creeping you out or not. after a good twenty minutes of laying in your bed in the dark, you decide to reach for your lamp when a hand clasped you mouth and wrist, a scream came out of you then, looking everywhere for your captor’s face.

“Shh, it’s okay, it’ll be okay. You’ve left us no choice, your grace. You’ve been in this world too long, too brainwashed into a mortal’s life.” The person whispered to you gently, you could feel the fear creeping up in your veins, your hands start to shake, tears starting to form in your eyes.

“I’m sorry, this will hurt a little.” A prick in your arm makes you jump, before squirming, the person holding you seemed strong, not before long, your eyes start to droop, you could feel your strength leaving as you tried to fight till the bitter end, before your eyes closed, you could see the moonlight enter your room, as the room faded out, albedo’s melancholic smile was the last thing you saw.

[bedobedo-kincare-archived]

hii everybody. figured i’d post an update!

haven’t had almost any energy to do requests at all. the energy i’ve had has gone into self care, and even then it’s really not much-

i don’t know if clearing the inbox wld help but i’m thinking i might. like, i’m not sure if everybody still wants what they asked for since i’ve been letting things sit for so long

also, my carrd is severely outdated in a couple of ways, so i’m going to have to sort that out soon. don’t know when

so uh. i’m gonna clear the inbox, feel free to resend stuff if you still want it, and a reminder since i received an ask tonight: please read my rules, i need your relation to the character for tagging purposes. thanks.

- mod albedo

[luxxid]

WAYS MY AMITY SHINES FOR YOU

: ̗̀➛ the soft moments they adore with you.

: ̗̀➛ 500 followers special <3

: ̗̀➛ ayato, albedo, aether, al haitham, cyno, diluc, heizou, itto, kaeya, kazuha, tartaglia, thoma, tighnari, venti, scaramouche, xiao

ayato loves hearing you talk. the melodious tunes of your voice reach his ears like a siren's song, alluring and captivating. as he scribbles his signature on the bottom of numerous pages settled on his desk, he adores having his darling rant about their day, whilst having a smile caricatured on his ephebic face. he finds solace in the gentle lullabies of your words; the way your voice wraps around him like a warm embrace and the way he can feel the intonations of your diction fill the room with a mesmerizing aura, washing away all the fret and concerns inhabited on his mind like a sea wave.

albedo loves explaining on different subjects, whether it be on what he's testing, or if it's about new objectives about the knights. he loves it when his darling is invested on what he's suffused in as well. he undoubtly enjoys the connection with his darling and loves when they are as passionate about his work as he is. he always gets ardent when his darling asks him enquires about the things he's working on, and he loves to see their eyes polish when he explains the concepts. he loves to take his darling's hand and explain some of the things he's working on, and his favourite thing of all is when he sees the cute smile on their face when they finally apprehend the vagary.

aether enjoys it when you spectate him whilst he's training. he absolutely adulates it when you shout praises to him, occasionally giving you a smile or two. aether treasures moments like these; when you give him a pat on the back after a job well done, or when you tell him how proud you are of his accomplishments. he thrives off of these moments, and it's facile to see the nirvana radiating from him. oh how much he adores having you by his side.

al haitham loves reading along with you, recommending you books he had already read, vesting to you to read it. he loves bringing you on little library dates with you to the akademiya, making sure the library was empty, especially for the both of you. he enjoys listening to your thoughts and opinions about the books you read, sharing his insights on the stories, and growing together through the experience. but, one thing about him, he's never concentrated on his book. he's heeded over your soft expressions and watching the way your lips silently move while softly reciting each word. his viridescent eyes are piercing through your gentle form.

cyno loves it when you laugh at his 'jokes'. he's well aware of the fact they aren't funny, but whenever he pulls one out on you, he's always met with the sight of you softly giggling. these dreamy stages between the two of you are some of cyno's most euphoric memories. he loves seeing the way your eyes light up when you laugh and the way your face crinkles with delight. he loves the feeling of connection that comes with sharing these simple flashes, making him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

diluc loves it when you play with his hair. brushing his hair through his fiery, cottony locks while skimming through the knots. this is the only moment he lets his guard down, and only with you of course. his face lights up with bliss as he releases a contented sigh, giving away the fact that he truly enjoys this moment of placidity with you. nevertheless, diluc loves it when you curl up on the bed next to him, your head resting on his chest as your fingers trace circles in his hair. he loves these tender, intimate moments with you, and he can't help but become lost in your embrace. he sighs with relief, feeling safe and loved in your arms.

heizou loves it when you cook his favourite dishes. he purely enjoys the sight of you being so minded while bustling chopping and cutting. he relishes wrapping his arms around yours while placing his chin ontop of your head, watching you cook and enjoying those soft, intimate moments with him. he loves the moments when you both laugh and giggle while you both prepare food together. he reveres the moments when you both share stories while you cook for him, aromas waft around the abode. heizou cherishes these moments with you more than anything, the joy of being able to share such intimate moments while being able to be next to each other.

itto loves taking you on late night walks around inazuma. he dotes on the quiet and soft moments you both share, whether it be you resting your head on his lap, or him gently playing with your hair as you watch the stars. he cherishes these moments more than anything, as it is a reminder of the love between the two of you. he loves how your small fingers hook with his considerably larger ones, swining them playfully while walking alongside you. with you, he isn't arataki itto, he's simply 'itto'.

it warms kaeya's heart when you snuggle against his frigid frame. you feel his larger form embrace your smaller frame, enveloping you in a bear hug. kaeya loves watching the expressions on your face as you take in the world around you, he also loves when you softly run your hand along his arm, like a gentle caress. he loves when you look up to him with your elfin gems, his heart melting as your gaze lingers on his. these moments of tenderness, between the two of you, are the moments he cherishes the most. he ardors on how vulnerable he can be around you and you only.

kazuha loves sitting by the ocean, alongside you. he undoublty loves adoring your beauty. softly, he brushes his fingers over your hand, tying his fingers with yours. he gazes into your eyes, his heart warming with love. he smiles, and your heart flutters. you can feel the adoration emerging from him, his airy voice washes over you like a calming tide. the sounds of sea waves crashing onto the shores were accompanied by the soft giggles and chuckles belonging to the samurai and his darling. he always knew the your beauty was incomparable to that of the ocean.

tartaglia loves it when you aid him after every mission he encounters. in stoke from him, he always arrives bloodied and wounded from the brutal fights he takes part in. he loves how his darling softly presses the cotton pad onto the side of his slit cheek, the alcohol drowned substance absorbed into his skin. but it didn't hurt, of course it didn't hurt when you were the one aiding him. he loved how caring and considerate you were towards him, always stressing over the slightest cuts and bruises. childe loves the soft facade you have for him, the way your hair brushes against his face as you lean in to press a kiss onto his forehead, the way your eyes light up when he tells you he's safe, the way your hands never shake when you dress his wounds. it's these moments that make him love you more than the battles he fights.

thoma adores teaching his darling various recipes, teaching them every movement and every step on how it takes to make a delicious dish. the moments when he holds his darling's hand while they measure ingredients and mix them, or when they talk while waiting for the dish to cook, are the sweetest moments for him. it makes him stoked to see how his darling's eyes light up when the dish is finished. he takes pride and joy in seeing his darling's excitement at the end of each meal they make together, enhancing the entire experience even more special to him.

tighnari loves gardening with you, he adores the way you accompany and help him, he loves spectating you while you're hustling with shoveling and digging crevices and making sure the plants get adequate water. the earthy scent of the damp soil remained in the air while you tossed seeds all around the garden. gentle moments of laughter filled the air while the two of you worked together. the warmth of the sun, the way the breeze rustled his hair, and the way he felt connected to you in those moments. it was a special kind of bond, one that he cherished and held close to his heart.

venti adores how you patiently listen to his harmonious lyre. the hypnotizing notes his fingers swayed were mesmerizing to listen to. your soft smile and eyes that complimented your whole figure was always so euphoric to him. venti atmost cherishes the moments when you both would sit together in an embrace, his head resting on your shoulder as he played the lyre. the gentle feel of your skin against his and your subtle whispers in his ear were the moments that filled him with joy.

xiao adores how you sheltered you make him feel, the way you bring him to your warm chest, providing him with the love he never received, dowsing all the abysmal memories of the past. your heartbeat transports pure peace and solace to him. moments like these are what makes him feel like he fell in love over again.

scaramouche loves how your presence quietens his worries, his tensions, everything. your soft appearance was like an angel came down to earth, especially for him. the way you embrace him to your warm figure, a stark contrast to his cold and frigid self. scaramouche cherishes the soft moments with you, the gentle touches, the sweet whispers, the understanding glances. he loves the sensation of being held in your arms and being comforted by your words. he loves how he can trust you with his worries and burdens and how you can always make him feel safe and loved.

[papiliotao]

・❥・THE ELYSIAN PURSUITS OF ACADEMICS

♡ — Reader: GN

♡ — Characters: Albedo, Alhaitham, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Xiao

♡ — Synopsis: studying with him

♡ — Content: fluff, modern AU, school AU of some sort

♡ — A/N: I definitely didn't write this in an attempt to unwind after like three weeks straight of quizzes and tests. If you're currently suffering through school (or remember going through something similar), I hope this fic will help ease your pain! Also, if you like this please consider reblogging or commenting!

ALBEDO, who agrees to help you study without informing you that he has ulterior motives. While it is true that he wants to aid you in any way possible, a more selfish motive also lies concealed behind his gracious actions.

Lately an unfamiliar emotion has had a grip on him. It lingers, following him around, making its presence known through the uneven rhythm of his heartbeat and the way his cheeks haphazardly become rose-tinted. And while the feeling has haunted him throughout euphoric daydreams and sleepless nights alike, he finds that it is most potent when he is with you.

So now, he is sitting in the library with you, attempting to quell his curiosity and confirm his hypothesis by spending time with you to discover the catalyst for the unexplainable sentiments that plague his heart. As he glances down at his books, he notices that a thick fog fills his mind, permeating every corner of the space with tangible clouds of exhilaration. His eyes can't help but wander to you every once in a while. It almost as though there is a magnetic force drawing his aquamarine irises to you.

Whenever he is finally able to avert his stare, soft tufts of his ash-blonde hair fall and tickle his face, obscuring his view of you. However, out of a desire to seem inconspicuous, Albedo never moves to brush the strands of hair away, and one day, when you inevitably notice, you decide to help him.

A fleeting touch causes a cherry hue to dust his cheeks, and when you make eye contact with him, embarrassment overtakes Albedo. As he mutters a barely-audible "thanks" under his breath, Albedo comes to a conclusion.

He loves you.

ALHAITHAM, who is irrefutably genius yet one of the worst study partners. Ironically, his brilliance is ultimately the reason he is an ineffective tutor. Whenever he tries to explain anything to you, he uses complex terminology that sounds otherworldly, and he brings in concepts that are much too elaborate and obscure.

To some degree, Alhaitham enjoys seeing the clueless expression on your face as he uses his wits to concoct a verbose response to your questions, and when your features twist into a coalescence of confusion, he finds it oddly gratifying rather than irritating. It's endearing, and the way you attempt to keep up with his complicated explanations instead of giving up causes the slightest bit of emotion to slip through his logical front as his heart warms and a soft smile breaks loose on his face.

However, when pessimistic musings begin to spill from your lips into the air of the tranquil library, Alhaitham decides that perhaps it's finally time for him to try harder to accommodate you instead of maintaining his admittedly pretentious habits for his own amusement.

He knows that it's not your fault that you can't understand everything he says, so he doesn't see why you're criticizing yourself, but for you, he makes an effort to put your needs over his own leisure. Despite the fact that you can't see eye-to-eye, Alhaitham can still pick up on your feelings of insecurity and insufficiency, so he tries his best to slow down for you.

KAZUHA, who silently admires you as you chew on your bottom lip, allowing a groan of frustration to escape you as you exhale. To Kazuha, you look absolutely adorable. He suppresses the laughter threatening to bubble up and out of his chest, raising one of his hands to his mouth in order to conceal the tender smile blossoming on his face behind slender fingers. His ruby eyes feel permanently fixated on you as you mull over an assignment, and they sparkle with unspoken adoration with every move that you make.

He knows he should be studying, but he finds it impossible to concentrate on anything in your presence. You make his heart race erratically, and the utterance of his name from your lips whenever you need help penning down eloquently-conjured phrases sounds sweeter than the soft clinking of wind chimes in a gentle spring zephyr. 

Sometimes he longs to see the day where you finally catch him staring from across the table you're seated at, but you're always too focused on your work to notice anything off. So for now, he takes every opportunity he can to silently observe you, picking up on all your more subtle mannerisms.

And after each session of quiet hours spent in the library that pass far too slowly yet all too quickly at the same time, Kazuha takes your hand in his and walks you home, basking in the warm artificial glow of streetlights. Your bag is slung over his shoulder as the two of you stroll back to your house in the midst of a silent evening. The crisp evening air sends tingles down your spine, but Kazuha's comforting touch prevents you from shivering.

When you finally reach your destination, Kazuha says an earnest goodbye. Unbeknownst to you, he is already anticipating your next study date, walking away from your front door with a love-struck grin adorning his pretty face.

SCARAMOUCHE, who calls you an idiot for the fifth time in the span of an hour. The words leave his mouth with ease, as if insulting people is second nature to him. And perhaps it is, because whenever he helps you study, he can’t help but spout harsh fallacies whenever you get a question wrong, reprimanding you for your lack of understanding.

Although his words are rather cruel, you aren’t in a position to refuse Scaramouche’s assistance. When he’s not busy badmouthing you, the indigo-eyed boy is actually capable of offering valuable feedback. 

Besides, there are times where he actually shows some semblance of care for you. On days where you overwork yourself, Scaramouche never fails to find a way to discreetly complain about how long you’ve been studying, effectively forcing you to take a break. He likes to pretend that he’s doing it for his own sake, but deep down, he’s really just trying to look out for you.

If only you knew the full extent of his affections toward you. Every touch of your soft hands to his as you hand him your pen makes his heart flutter, and each "thank you" that falls from your lips causes a pale sunset blush to dust his fair cheeks. Perhaps one day, you will realize that all the brutal insults he sends your way are all made in a desperate attempt to conceal his overwhelming feelings for you.

XIAO, who feels his heart seize up each time he leans closer to you to get a better look at the homework causing you an unspeakable amount of grief. When he talks to you to answers your questions, his voice noticeably softens, and when you turn to him to thank him for helping you, he immediately averts his sunlit gaze.

He buries himself in piles of textbooks to distract himself from the perplexing butterflies settling in the pit of his stomach. However, whenever you call his name to ask for his assistance, his attention immediately snaps back to you.

He's surprisingly patient while teaching you. Although he's rather strict, his methods are effective, and he is completely honest with you if he believes you need to work on something. Xiao can't help but feel a twinge of guilt whenever your face falls as you get a question wrong. However, he knows that being truthful is the best way to aid you in fixing your mistakes.

And when all is said and done, Xiao finds that the way you smile with satisfaction evident in your features upon figuring a difficult concept out is the greatest reward he could ever ask for. The grin that adorns your face is woven from the stuff of dreams, and he hopes he will have the privilege of seeing for the rest of his life.

I don't really like the way I ended Albedo's (sorry), but I was too sleep-deprived to think of anything else :( Anywayyyy, have a lovely day!

[ayatomic]

FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT !

what kind of doms are they? (genshin impact.)

ft: albedo, arataki itto, diluc, kamisato ayato, tartaglia, thoma, zhongli.

w: sub/dom dynamics, praise and degradation, cunnilingus, unrealistic c*rvix kissing, overstimulation, in public, dirty talk, c*ckwarming, brat taming, impact play, teasing, edging, temp play implied, dacryphilia, dumbification, breeding, multiple rounds, ruined org*sms, control themes, some rigging, mention of a safe word.

minors do not interact. | masterlist.

THE SOFT DOMS.

✿ THOMA is the softest darling. thoma doesn't have a mean bone in his body: he's a pleasure dom more than anything. thoma is the type of guy who gets off on hearing your pretty whines and can cum in his pants just from lapping the sweet juices up from your drooling cunt. he gets lost in making his darling feel euphoric, so much so that he's accidentally overstimulated you many times before.

no matter how you're being fucked, the chief retainer will bestow endless praises upon you, showering you with honey-soaked words as he gazes down at your vulnerable form, his striking emerald irises molding into hearts. he tells you how good you are for him, how well you take his cock, and how damn gorgeous you are underneath him. each syllable drives you insane, your cunt clamping around thoma like a vice.

"goodness, you're gonna make me lose it, darling. could spend hours buried in this pretty fucking pussy. you take me so well, don't ya? so perfect, baby, doin' such a good job f'me. . ."

✿ ITTO wants to please you, but his oni desires can occassionally take over. he'll pounding his monstrous length into your weeping cunt, doing his best to pay attention to all of the spots that made you cream. however in the mean time, he loses all sense of self control, finding himself totally intoxicated by the way your angelic pussy sucked him in.

whilst it doesn't stem from him being a hard dom or wanting to be mean to you, you can tell that he begins chasing his own orgasm above yours as the snapping of his hips against your own harshens severely.

yet you struggle to complain, for the way that itto's thick cock taps your cervix, combined with his rough thumb tracing messy shapes around your sensitive clit, sends you over the edge repeatedly. he subconsciously taps into his primal urges, thus ensues his overwhelming desire to breed your sweet cunt until he was satisfied. with itto, nobody ever had just one orgasm. he borders on insatiable, spurred on by your babbling as he pounds into your sloppy pussy and fills you with yet another load.

THE IN BETWEEN

✿ ALBEDO is a mixed bag. occasionally, he can be one of the harshest doms, drawing endless orgasms from you as the alchemist bullied his way into your silly little pussy. each movement was calculated and precise, each touch possessed the perfect amount of pressure to send you reeling. yet on the other hand, there are times where albedo will do nothing but worship your body, gently grazing his fingers over your most sensitive areas and placing tender kisses to every inch of your skin that he could reach.

he's not necessarily one to offer praise nor degradation. though he'd be more than willing to indulge his partner if they wished to receive one or the other, albedo will often find himself describing every single lewd act as he carries it out. he tells you how your gummy walls flutter around his lithe fingers, how he can feel your sensitive clit pulsing against your tongue, and narrated the scene as he slipped his cock inside of you. his certain class of dirty talk gets you absolutely soaked, as though you could finish from his filthy words alone.

✿ AJAX isn't a mean dom per se, but he often indulges in teasing you. if he's in the mood to rile you up and leave you high and dry, the harbinger will not hesitate to do such. he'll grope at your flesh (even if you're both in public) before whispering the nastiest of things in the shell of your ear, detailing all of the ways that he desired to use your sweet body and bend it to his will.

yet, there are many incidents in which ajax can't handle himself. an amalgamation of your expressions as he teases you, the way that you nibble at your bottom lip, and the efficacy of each phrase that he whispered all get him just as riled up as he does you. often he cannot resist taking you in the closest secluded area, be it in a darkened alleyway somewhere in liyue harbor, the bathroom of a fancy resturant, his luxurious office over at the northland bank, or safely in the confines of your own home. hell, ajax would even let you cockwarm him in the middle of a teahouse if you let him. he simply adores how needy you can get for him - an energy that he, too, can match.

THE HARD DOMS

✿ DILUC is an expert brat tamer. he doesn't like his partner acting out,  and will take necessary precautions to keep them in line. for example, if you tease him whilst he works the bar in the tavern, he won't hesitate to take you to the back room and spank your ass red raw amongst the barrels of expensive wine. his personal favorite punishments were a dead tie between bullying his thick cock into you out on the second floor balcony of the angel's share, forcing you to remain silent as his gloved fingers slip past your lips whilst he teaches you a lesson, or to restrain you all for himself, harnessing the power of his vision to edge your slutty cunt to tears.

mondstadt's dark knight hero loved it when you begged him to cum, tears leaving crystalline remnants on your lashes as you put on your best puppy dog expression. he typically asks you if you think you deserve it, giving you only a moment to answer before he's slapping your wet cunt and growling degradation in your ear, reminding you that "good girls finish last."

✿ AYATO is, first and foremost, a bully. he gets what he wants, and will do anything within his power to get it. the yashiro commissioner demanded obedience; he had no time for brattiness, and would quite literally fuck you into submission if that's what was required. when ayato fucks, his primary goal is to make you forget your own name. you won't be walking properly for a few days, but that's okay because he can provide for your every need.

virtually nothing is off the table with this man. if his cock isn't enough to mold you into being his obedient darling, then he's perfectly content with slapping and spanking anywhere that he can reach. he has a huge thing for impact play, enjoying the sight as your skin heats up under his touch, reveling in the faint whines of pain that you elicit.

additionally, ayato has unbelievable stamina. his balls are heavy, and he wants nothing more than to drain them inside your cosy little cunt. his strength is comparably immense, with all of his training having resulted in the man's ability to lift and shift your body into any position that he can think up. sex with him is a marathon, and when ayato is done with you, the only word that you can murmur is his name.

✿ ZHONGLI is a man of specific tastes. he knows what he likes, and seeks it out. there are rules when it comes to your sex life, for example only he could make you cum, and even then you had to ask for permission. under no circumstances were you to touch yourself, and when he fucks you there is an understanding that you relinquish every last shred of control. the man used to be a god, and you were to worship him as such.

in all honesty, zhongli understood that he was pedantic when it came to your rules. the slightest of things would be considered a breach, for the sole fact that he was enamored with punishing you. something about how pathetic you were really got him going, taking every hit, every insult, and every last piece of pain that he gave you. he particularly enjoyed watching your pained expression as he ruined your nth orgasm of the night, smirking to himself as you writhed and rutted against his hand. it didn't matter if you cried about how he promised that this time he would finally let you cum, for he instead wanted to see how much of this punishment you could endure before uttering your established safe word.

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[anantaru]

cw. lover albedo, fem! reader

for you, there's only the chief alchemist, captain of the investigation team, or how you referred to him, sweet and loving albedo— his soft smile, and his ever so soft touch on you was captivating, it's out of the question, really.

he admits it all the time, says it proudly too, although with a sprinkle of shyness, when he praises and compliments your sweet breasts by fondling and worshipping them with his lips.

for a long, agonizing minute, he sneakily nibbles on your pointy nipples while holding eye contact, if only that somewhat devilish smirk of his wouldn't be so damn attractive and utterly aggravating at the same time.

besides, he knows you like it, when he was able to bring you to the edge of an orgasm, without even stimulating that sweet pussy of yours. for some reason does it bristle and heighten the ego he developed from it by a tenfold.

albedo presses against your breasts before capturing one of your nipples in between his pearly whites, growling against your chest before hollowing his cheeks, sucking back.

you hiss in light pain as he toys a little too hard with the sensitive flesh, but your pleading tone trails off into an euphoric moan as you ease up into it, with his thumb rolling across the stiff nub of your prickling nipple.

"i want to make you cum like that." albedo’s breath puffs over your wet skin, "without touching you there." as he silently rubs his knee in between your thighs, being overly delighted when he notices your slick messing up his leg.

you haven't even had the chance to unbutton his garments nor do anything in return, instead, it's your boyfriend playing this game with you— skilled, beyond comparison, starving, when he crushes your nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger while greedily kneading the other one, not faltering to add his hungry tongue and properly lubricate your warm breasts.

by origin, it's his unbeaten favorite, without parallel, the list of things he'd drop and leave behind only to play and suck on your tits all night long was heavy and weighty, yet all the more worth it in his eyes.

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[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Demiurge - Fair & Just Seraphim SB Reader

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I made the reader a seraphim (picture included; I imagined it as a mask or helmet.) instead of a regular angel since I believe that would be the highest evolution of an angel. Reader controls the justice system. I also used my new format for this one. I hope you like this, I did my best! —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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💎 Out of all 41 of the Supreme Beings of the guild Ainz Oal Gown; only two had decided to stay in the Tomb of Nazarick. Those two being the guild master, Momonga, and the other being [UserName]. The other 39 Supreme Beings had abandoned the Tomb of Nazarick and it's denizens without looking back.

💎 While Momonga, now taking the name Ainz Oal Gown, was the now disbanded guild's Leader, a certain arch-devil couldn't help but turn his gaze away from the elder lich and towards the radiant [UserName].

💎 To say he respected them was an understatement; Demiurge was infatuated. Their beauty was ethereal yet unfathomable to the eyes of a being as lowly as himself. Due to their holy origins, merely being in their presence would slowly eat away at his, shaltear's and Albedo's life.

💎 But Demiurge, despite the possibility of death, just couldn't stay away. [UserName] was glowing pillar of judgement, passion and truth; enveloping the denizens of Nazarick in their never ending cheerful disposition. While Lord Ainz was leading Nazarick with an iron fist composed of fear and brutality; [UserName] was visiting the newly conquered territory, spreading order and elation.

💎 It was only natural that the humans, the worms, would favor them in the end. Even if, going by their standards, [UserName] was no better than Lord Ainz at times. [UserName] didn't make the justice system, they were the justice system; they made sure that every single individual was abiding by their law. If anyone, undead, beastman, elf, human etc. breaks a law the punishments are quite severe.

💎 Back to Demiurge, though. He waites on them hand and foot when they let him and if he can stay near them long enough without his health deteriorating to critical condition. He'll literally drop what he's doing and run across the entire tomb if he thinks they need him.

💎 Of course, [UserName] notices Demiurge's borderline obsession with them. But do they do anything about it? No! They embrace it with enthusiasm, sometimes even giving him special treatment since he's such a loyal little arch-devil. They view his infatuation as devotion and are very pleased with it... well... At least that's what Demiurge heard from Lord Ainz. [UserName] themselves hardly even give him a passing glance.

💎 Sometimes [UserName] will bring Demiurge into the courtroom and have him cart away a law breaking human or two to his happy farm. Always seeing him off with a "punish them well, Demiurge". It always gets him euphoric when you say his name, but that might just be you're natural aura pulling that reaction from him.

💎 Overall, it's mostly just Demiurge fantasizing about them and them strait up ignoring him most of the time.

"Yes, Your Radiance. I shall see to it that they're punished thoroughly enough to meet the standards of a being of your stature."

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「A visual example of a biblically accurate Seraphim. Props to the artist who made this artwork (I can't read cursive), It's really nice.」

Seraphim; an angelical being, regarded in traditional Christian angelology as belonging to the highest order of the ninefold celestial hierarchy, associated with light, ardor, and purity.

Ardor; great enthusiasm and/or passion.

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[pristine-rose]

✧ CROSSING MY HEART ( I’D RATHER DIE )

⊹ characters : ayato, yelan, albedo, shenhe

⊹ synopsis : their reaction when they realize they’re in love with you ( so deeply it almost hurts )

⊹ warnings : none, completely sfw :] kinda dramatic

⊹ female reader, not proofread, just short drabbles, shenhe’s slightly models the scene from les miserables

alice ?! writing sfw ?! how unheard of … i just wanted to test something folks !! it’s a wild ride on this app

⊹ KAMISATO AYATO

There’s a pang in his chest, one so painful as he looks at you.

At first he thinks he despises you. He hates small talk, after all — and small talk is all he gets with you. Perhaps he is annoyed. Yeah, that might be it. He’s never been in love before. Crushes? Sure. But he hasn’t found the time for love with the busy life he lives — he wasn’t even sure if he knew the meaning of such an abstract concept.

So when realization comes crashing down on him like a tidal wave, it initially stopped his entire body in his tracks. Even in the middle of this busy, Liyuean market street; Even on the way to an international business meeting; Even if he was so short in time — his body halted, no matter how much he wanted it to keep walking forward. He mind filled up with the thoughts and realizations of his feelings for you so unwillingly, though the only thing in his mind just a few seconds prior was this meeting. And now it’s you — all of you in some childish, lovesick and foolish way of thinking.

…This was why he turned he a blind eye to love. This was why a busy, public man should not even experience love. This is why, that instead of feeling euphoric, his nails dug into his chest through his clothes in the middle of the street, so firm and so still as if trying to claw his heart out. Because… he wanted to rip it out of his body, he really did. He wanted to shred it, stomp on it, blast it to shreds if it meant he could get rid of this loud, annoying thumping right now. If it meant he could focus on this meeting, he would do it.

If it meant he didn’t have to feel this silly little love for you anymore, he would do it.

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⊹ YELAN

It’s a needy feeling, and she doesn’t like it.

She’s quite late to realizing it despite falling so quickly — which she doesn’t realize, either. She’s one to stop for no hesitation if she sees what she wants. If she wants it, she’ll get it; And if she doesn’t, well, that’s a story unheard of.

So being in love with you was a frustrating, unsatisfactory reach. It was a constant reaching and pulling just to get you in her grasp. Such a loop of mindless, silent begging in her head just to see you turn and smile at her again. And the more she got it from you, the more she wanted it. How was she supposed to know that her desperation to have you be around her every day was actually romantic feelings for you? How was she supposed to realize that she was asking for too much?

She’s a jealous one, and that was really how it came spiraling down. She’s never been this annoyed to see you with someone else before. It casted a certain type of void in her chest — one that was akin to the feeling whenever she wanted something so badly. And yet, this one was stronger.

There was a needy pull at her heart. It felt weird; And it felt worse knowing she had to play a waiting-game. Such an unsatisfactory feeling of waiting to win this game made her more annoyed than she bargained for. And all over a person, too. She could not stop and relish in any happiness or joy of love; she could not bask in smiles or fluttery feelings around you.

Yelan always got what she wanted. But this might be the most annoyingly long game she’s ever played to win.

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⊹ ALBEDO

It’s the soul-crushing moment he feels his body malfunctioning.

Damned butterflies in his stomach, a hellish pounding in his chest — it wraps around him like he’s suffocating for such wasted air he is instead spending on thinking about you. Air he could’ve used for potions, or for experiments, or for oxidizing. But instead he stands so still, stiller then he ever has before, just to breathe out a shaky sigh.

What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he focus? He had research to do, and a goal from his own mother to accomplish. And yet, he stood here like a lovesick fool thinking about the weighting feelings these simple-minded Mondstadters called “Love.” The very thing he saw people die for in storybooks — the very thing he pitied, for people would waste the entirety of their lives just to find.

He hates it. He can barely admit it. Because how can he allow himself, when he wasn’t created for such a thing in the first place? It hurts, like his body rejects it the moment it surfaces. Love is such a human thing, he feels he should be incapable of it, though he also feels he doesn’t deserve it, either. To crave being with you felt like death to himself — perhaps this was just another trial his Master planned for him. Yes… Yes, just another trial to get over. Just another hurdle — one strong enough to plant your ringing voice in his mind for hours on end — to overcome and achieve his end goal.

He stays closed up in the mountains for his upcoming days. He hopes you don’t feel this way, too.

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⊹ SHENHE

It’s a quiet realization, one that has her leg bouncing so rapidly that her shoe aimlessly taps on the pavement.

She doesn’t understand it, of course. It’s not like she thinks she ever will, either. But it’s absolutely exhilarating. She feels like she just drank pure substance of sweet flowers or tasted the finest of sugars, for her heart was racing a mile a minute and her body could barely keep up. What was this thumping in her chest, and why did it get louder when you locked eyes?

An admiration at first sight — right on the busy, open street market of Liyue Harbor — had her spiraling in seconds. To bask in the essence of the ocean’s breeze painting the scene between you both. Was it even possible to feel this way from mere eye contact? Many questions; So many, in face, she almost considered you were an adepti roaming this human land. In the matter of milliseconds, her head was racing with thoughts and imaginations of what sort of supernatural you could be, or what sort of human you were.

The thought of the color of your eyes even through this crowd of people sent her mind into wonders. It was like magic, one that even Cloud Retainer could never come close to. This enchantment in the human realm was a drug like no other, and in that moment alone she was ready to sink into it forever.

And in this single, passing moment, she finally felt a true sense of humanity at her heartstrings.

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[cathedral-of-sinners]

— Kaeya

cw: semi-public sex (under the table), no gendered terms/genitalia for reader, reader referred to as 'sweetheart' and ‘darling’, one instance of humiliation for Kaeya (???), not my greatest work probably but the thirst shines through in the end

Imagine being at Angel's Share, Kaeya sat beside you at one of the tables. Slightly different than your usual spot at the counter, it nevertheless fits just right for the purpose of your outing - a casual date. It's suppose to be a way to make up for lost time, both you and Kaeya far too busy the last week.

As your boyfriend retells the highlights of his work (which surprisingly aren't very exciting) and you about your days at home or out in the city, an idea floats into your head, one you've fantasized about more than you care to admit.

Would he like it though? That you're not sure of, and it's honestly the only thing stopping you from taking that final step. Right now, in this very moment though, taking that risk is the only way to know. If he detests the idea you'll stop and apologize, plain as that.

With all your ducks in a row you keep the conversation flowing, acting as if you're not about to test his patience and control. You inch closer, laying your head on his shoulder as his arm wraps around behind your shoulder, pulling you even closer. Oh how none the wiser is he <3

“So, I told Albedo tha-aaat!” Whatever he was about to say stems off into a sharp gasp, eye widening and body going stiff.

Hopefully that won’t be the only thing stiff this evening.

“Sweetheart…” he says through his teeth, aiming to avoid drawing any attention, “what are you doing?”

Below, away from prying eyes, you hand crawls it’s way up his thigh where you give it a little squeeze before continuing inward. It’s not long until you’re between his legs, cupping his soft cock.

“Nothing darling beloved. You were saying?” Kaeya stares at your ‘innocent’ expression, mouth parted like he was about to say something when you squeeze him again. The captain was just barely able to mask the euphoric noise, shooting you a look.

Leaning close to his ear you drop your voice to a whisper, “if you want me to stop just say so.” Does he want you to stop? No, not really, not when you’re making him feel good.

“Keep going,” he whispers back, and you take this as your cue to step it up. Your squeezes turn into rubs and strokes and soon his length is straining against his trousers, wet spot growing the more you play with him.

Your lover struggles to keep his moans and gasps down, fidgeting in his seat the longer you go on, “that’s it darling, just like that.”

“Remember,” you breathe, stopping momentarily (the needy whine Kaeya let’s out is something you’ll never forget, something you hope to hear again), “you have to keep it down. What would Mondstadt think, knowing that their beloved captain is getting played with out in the open?”

By now he’s panting, eyes closed shut in ecstasy with his hand fisting his shirt. His head has dipped to rest in the crook of your neck, hiding his precious face from everyone, including you. Just this once you let him shy away, seeing as you both are in public, but you do take things a little further by bypassing under his belt.

The skin on skin nearly makes him cum right then and there. He doesn’t, but you know he’s close. “Please, please let me cum,” you answer by speeding up, pulling out all the stops with the limited room you have. Feather light touches, teasing his tip, you even go to cup his balls, anything to build up his release.

And just as he’s about to-

“We have a strict no cuddling rule Kaeya.” A familiar voice says as he sets down your drinks. Kaeya’s head is I right in an instant and before he could even blink your touch had vanished. The sudden loss makes him gasp and he’s immediately praying to every archon that Diluc takes it as nothing more than surprise.

By the blank look on his brother’s face he’d say he’s in the clear. “D-Diluc-”

Still reeling from the lose of his climax leaves him without words, so you swiftly jump in, “ah, sorry Diluc. I leaned in first, won’t happen again.” The red head shifts his gaze over to you, nods, then leaves. Instead of resuming like Kaeya thought you would, you pick up the glass and mumble something only he could hear before taking your first sip.

“I’ll let you cum like you want, but you never said when you wanted to. Think you can wait until we get home?”

No, he doesn’t think he can. But you honestly can’t wait either… perhaps a detour home is in order. For now though, the captain will just sit still and be good.

The main point is that I wanna palm Kaeya under the table <33 see him all flustered and trying to hide how good he feels 🥰

[bunny-rambles]

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“Handle with care.”

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characters; Rubedo (Subject 2, also known as Dorian but I refer to him as Ruby), gn reader

cw/tw; mentions of injuries, very fluffy, comfort, there’s a kitten, mutual pining, let me know if I missed anything

word count; 3.4k

notes; wow this is the longest thing I’ve ever written, but it’s been a while and this should’ve really been updated a lot longer ago so I hope this makes up for it <33 It’s tooth-rotting fluff because he deserves it and I love him. I will most likely make a part 3 to this so let me know if you want to be tagged in the next work.

Part one here; “Made with love.”

Please reblog if you like this!!

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It’s raining.

Why was it always raining, whenever you weren’t here?

A crash of thunder made the blonde pause in his pacing around the room, his eyes shifting to look towards the window at the miserable display of weather. You were supposed to be back by now, what was the hold up? Why weren’t you back? Were you in danger? The thought made his chest tighten with an unfamiliar, uncomfortable emotion. He wasn’t quite sure what it was called, even though you had already tried to explain it to him. Emotions were difficult to grasp, but not impossible to understand. Or feel, unfortunately. Exploring new ways to feel the world around you was an exhausting task, especially when those emotions weren’t exactly positive.

He remembers the first time he experienced relief while he was with you. When he finally opened up about who he was, or what he was, to be exact. Instead of the reaction he was expecting, instead of the bitter sting of rejection he had grown so used to feeling, he was accepted. For once in his sordid life, he was welcomed with open arms. Not because he was Albedo, not because he was a successful experiment, but just because he was him. Ruby- your precious gem. Even though the feeling of having that heavy weight being lifted off of his shoulders was euphoric, the vast amount of new sensations was too much for him to handle. He remembered how his throat constricted with each desperate gasp of air, how his eyes filled with so much water his vision began to blur, how it felt like he was drowning in oxygen. But he also remembers the comforting feeling of your arms wrapped around his trembling body, and the new-found warmth blooming in his chest that replaced the unbearable tension. How he wishes he could feel that now.

The doors lock starts to click and he swears he’s never moved faster in his life.

“Sorry I’m l-“ You were cut off by a hand ungracefully pulling you into the house, and straight into his chest.

“You’re not hurt?” He asks hastily, hands beginning to roam around your body as he pulls away to get a proper look at you. You shake your head, but he’s not convinced. Especially since one of your hands seems to be obscured from his view. You’re drenched - shivering, cold to the touch, but other than that…

“Good. You’re not injured.”

“Did I make you worry?” You asked quietly, eyes trained on his face. Ever the enigma, you couldn’t tell what he was feeling, not until he told you directly. It was silent for a moment before he nodded his head hesitantly.

“I think so.” He confirms, but his eyes aren’t on you anymore. Instead, he’s focused on the squirming movements that were coming from inside of your thick coat. He flinched when he heard a high pitched cry, his gaze immediately flitting back up to you.

“I thought you said you were fine.”

“I am, but…” He heard it again, this time louder, and it definitely wasn’t coming from you.

“Ruby… Don’t freak out.”

“Freak out?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow. Ah right, you hadn’t taught him that phrase yet.

“Um… Don’t panic. Better?” He nodded, and with that you moved your coat off your hand slowly. In your palm was a small, squirming lump of soaked fur. It cried out once more, head raising up to look around its surroundings.

“What is this… Creature?”

“It’s a kitten. I found it on the way home, that’s why I was late.” The so-called ‘kitten’ squeaked, alerting him of its presence. It was tiny, trembling from head to toe, how it even survived was a miracle itself. Stiffly, he reached his hand out to take it from your own, holding its minuscule body in his grasp. He turned it around, looking at it from every angle as it continued to mewl.

“I thought we could… Keep it here.”

“Why?”

“Because it doesn’t have a home, and it’s cold outside… And it reminded me of you.”

His head raised to look at you for a moment, shock painted on his pale face for just a second before he looked back down at the small animal. “It’s your home… It’s your choice.”

Surprised, you stepped forward towards the pair. “Really? You don’t mind?”

Your friend shook his head slowly, taking another step closer to you so there wasn’t much space between the two of you. “It would be cruel to dispose of it, would it not?”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face when you heard those words. How much he had grown, to admit that action was cruel, when just a month ago when you had met him, he would’ve thought the complete opposite. He didn’t seem to notice you grinning from ear to ear at him, his glacial eyes glued to the squirming heap in his hand. He seemed to be a little lost in thought, or lost on what to do.

“It’s shivering.” He mumbled after a moment, walking away from you and grabbing a nearby towel, wrapping it around its tiny body. You knew he was trying to help, but the poor thing looked like it was drowning in the fabric, squealing as Ruby tried to dry it with the thick cloth.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Your hands slid on top of his to try to guide his movements. “Gentle…”

His eyes followed your hands, his own being manipulated entirely by your tender movements - all he was doing now was holding the animal as it was pampered and dried by you. Wordlessly, he placed the kitten in your hands carefully so you didn’t drop it and disappeared out of the room. You were a little confused, wondering if maybe he was frustrated with the new arrival or the task of keeping it warm, but your questions were answered when you saw another towel in his hands. He stepped behind you while you were busy, making you raise an eyebrow. “What are you-“ You were cut off by having your face covered with the cloth before it was swiftly moved away.

“You’re wet too.” He answered simply, his hands massaging your head with the towel and drying the top of your head. It was subtle, but you could feel that his movements were a lot more gentle with you, almost mimicking what you were doing to the wet lump of fur in your hand. It was soothing, you almost toppled into him from the expert way he was making the tension seep out of your body - you nearly did, had it not been for the hand on the back of your shoulder steadying you when he realised you were losing your balance.

You weren’t sure how long you had been there when he started moving to the ends of your hair instead, making sure the droplets of water didn’t drip down from the tips and then stopping his drying altogether. “Thank you…” You breathed out, offering a tired smile to your friend who was now by your side. He merely nodded, eyes now back on the mewling baby. He held his hand out carefully, silently offering to take it from your grasp. “Are you sure? It’s already dry and I-“

“You need to change out of your clothes or you’ll get sick. I also suggest a warm shower. ” He did have a point, and you had been stuck in them for a while now. But what if he wasn’t sure what to do while you were gone? What if it was injured or it overwhelmed him if it started squealing again?

“I’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry.” Ah, it seemed like you weren’t exactly a blank canvas like him when it came to trying to conceal your emotions. As he had put it once, you were like an open book, but a book he still had interest in, with each chapter still drawing him in no matter how many times he has read the same passage.

“…Please come get me if you need me.” Finally, you relented, and he offered you a nod in reply as you gave him the kitten. After leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek as a thank you, you retreated out of the room and straight into the bathroom to change.

If only you had stuck around to see how he stood there with a dumbfounded expression, frozen in place as his artificial blood rushes to his cheeks. He raised one hand slowly, tracing where your lips had been, the contact still burning his skin. That feeling again - the fluttering in his stomach, the speeding of his heart, the tingling in his fingertips. What was this emotion again? One too complicated to fixate on, so he simply dismissed it after a few moments, waiting until he had calmed down to make his next move.

“What do I do with you then?” He mumbled to himself, looking down at the (now) quiet creature, staring back at him with wide, silent eyes. When his head tilted slightly, the kitten mimicked the motion, blinking slowly up at him. Curious, he again tilted his head, this time to the other side. Again, it followed suit. He shook his head, eyes moving away from the tiny fur ball and around the room. After subconsciously worrying himself sick about you, he was feeling drained.

All he wanted to do was cuddle up to you, something you had done once when he couldn’t sleep and now it had become a part of your daily routine. But unfortunately, you weren’t here at the moment, and the blanket he had wrapped around himself once he sat himself down on the couch felt too big for just one person. He released a breath he didn’t realise he was holding, his shoulders sagging as he melted into the comforting warmth of the fabric. He would’ve much preferred you being here with him, with your head resting against his torso, as his hands carded through your hair. Or his favourite, when his ear was pressed up against your chest so he could listen to the thumping of your heart. He couldn’t quite explain it, the sound was the one thing that gave him the utmost comfort - perhaps it was because it was the most damning proof that you actually existed, that he wasn’t just delusional from being deprived of affection and care. He wasn’t on that mountain, alone. He was with you, and really that was all that mattered to him, even if he didn’t show it very often.

He had almost forgotten about the kitten at this point, until it started crawling its way up his chest, nudging at his cheek to snap him out of his thoughts. He hummed questioningly, raising his head from where it had rested on his palm, staring down at the purring little thing. Does that mean it was happy? You liked it when he ran his fingers through your hair, especially after a long, stressful day. Maybe if he… Reaching out his hand, he carefully ran his fingertips over the top of the feline’s head, raising an eyebrow when his hand was bumped against in response. The strange noise coming from such a small body was only growing louder, and he hoped that it really did mean it was happy. Well, he wasn’t getting scratched up or bit, so it was safe to assume he was correct. When the little one curled up on top of his thighs- thigh, actually, as it could barely fit on both - a strange feeling began to settle in his chest. A permanent weight felt like it had been lifted, and he could finally feel the fluttering in his torso. You had once described this phenomenon as ‘butterflies’. Ah, yes, he summarises. He was happy.

But now he was also feeling a new sensation, a familiar one at that. He could feel his droopy eyes begin to slide shut on their own, and the need to sleep overtook his senses. Still, he didn’t want to disturb the newest member of the family by lying down. With the lightest touch, (you had mentioned it once, you described it as ‘featherlike’ when he ran his fingers traced intricate patterns on your back) he carefully lifted it off of his lap while he laid himself down, and set the small lump on his stomach. He released a breath when he didn’t feel it stir. And now, finally, his eyes could close and he could just… Sleep.

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“Ruby! Are you hungry?” You called out from your bedroom after you finally changed into some comfortable clothes, feeling refreshed after a much needed shower. When you heard no response, you weren’t exactly surprised - he wasn’t really one to shout. Instead, he waited for you to come to him, face to face so he didn’t need to raise his voice. He was quiet in general, silent almost. Sometimes you forgot he was even here, until he curiously poked his head out of his room if he heard you were busy and asked if you needed any help.

He was getting better, sometimes he even initiated conversations. ‘How was your day?’ ‘Would you like me to start dinner?’ And then your personal (and his) favourite, ‘Would you like a hug?’. For someone he didn’t understand emotions, he was an expert at giving comfort when it was really needed. The way he would take you into his arms, how he would say such sweet phrases to you that would make you melt against his warmth, how he would hold you for as long as you needed him to - you would happily label him a professional at it. After a while, you sadly came to the realisation that perhaps he was giving you what he himself craved back when he was alone on that desolate mountain. You were quick in returning the favour whenever you felt like he needed it, which seemed to be quite often. You didn’t have a clue how much it meant to him, how he felt like he didn’t deserve it so he didn’t ask often, but you knew. You knew.

With a tired hum, you stepped out of your room and made your way to the living room, expecting to see the blonde having a staring competition with the kitten. He does that a lot. And when he stares, you know he was confused, his thoughts so loud you swore you could almost hear them. And then he would act on whatever answer he thought was best. Even though he was smart, most of the time he would get it wrong. You couldn’t help but find it cute when his entire body deflated and a pout began to form on his lips. All it took was some encouraging words from you and a demonstration on what to actually do and he was fine again. There were other times, however, when he would cower away from you if you reached out to touch, repeatedly calling himself a failure for not being able to do such simple tasks. It was a little more difficult to get him to calm down if he got worked up into that state, but thankfully, it didn’t happen nearly as often as it used to.

Instead, you walked in on something… Rather unexpected. Ruby, so still you could almost mistake him for a porcelain doll, and the small feline you had rescued, fast asleep together on the couch. You almost didn’t want to move in fear of disturbing them, together in their own little world of dreams. But you could see the both of them beginning to shiver, and suddenly you remembered there was a storm raging outside. Trying your best not to disturb the sleeping beauties, you carefully grabbed the nearest blanket and draped it over both of them, making sure the young creature's head wasn’t covered so it could breathe. You froze when you heard a quiet groan, but relaxed when your friend hadn’t seemed to wake up, only shifting to be more comfortable.

“Sleep well…” A whispered, hush voice whispered in his ear before he felt the gentle press of lips against his cold cheek.

-

“Are we not keeping it?” The blonde questioned, looking to where the kitten resided on his shoulder. After you woke him up the next day and fed him breakfast (Pancakes, one of his favourites), you brought up that you weren’t sure where to start looking for a home for the little one. All you earned was a confused look - from the both of them - and that question.

“Well…” You began, frowning as you thought. You weren’t exactly equipped to have a cat, you didn't have any food or toys, and neither of you knew the first thing about taking care of one. You thought it was the smarter choice to give it to someone who did know those things. You weren’t expecting them to get so attached… “I don’t know… Are we really capable of looking after a pet?”

It was silent for a moment, and you thought maybe you had gotten through to him, until he spoke up. “I can learn.” His voice was quiet, and he was avoiding your eyes now. He never asked for anything he wanted , not even when you asked what he wanted to eat - you had to learn his favourites just from his reactions alone. This was the closest he had come to expressing that he finally wanted something. And who were to deny such an innocent request?

You let out a heavy sigh, making your way towards the pair and running your fingers through the animal's fur gently. “Would you be happier if I let it stay with us?” He nodded his head slowly, still not meeting your gaze. “Then… I see no harm in keeping it. It is adorable, after all.” You giggled, smiling brightly when his head raised to meet your face. He nodded again, but you could tell from the way his eyes lit up that he was incredibly happy. “So… What do you want to call it?”

“I don’t… I’ve never named anything.” He shrugged. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, what things are important to you?”

“… You.” He mumbled quietly, and your ears burned from such a sweet, honest answer. You coughed quietly, hiding your surprise before snapping yourself out of it.

“Ah- Yes- right- you’re important to me too…” You rushed, laughing nervously before clearing your throat once more. “Apart from me, what things do you like…? Your favourite things? Start from there.” Again, there was another silence, this time even longer. And for once you could see the frustration forming on his face as he tried to think. He was lost. “Hm… I named you after a gem. So what’s your favourite colour?” Perhaps this would’ve been an easier question.

“I like blue…”

“Perfect! How about Sapphire then?” You suggested with a grin, watching as he thought for a moment.

“Sapphire…” He spoke in his smooth voice, closing his eyes as he let the sound of the name linger in the air. “I… Like it.” He confirmed, looking back up at you.

“Ruby and Sapphire… It sounds like I’m collecting precious things, it suits you both very well!”

“I’m precious?” He asked quietly, looking utterly (and adorably) confused. Sweet thing.

“Of course you are. And you always will be, to me.” You responded earnestly, resting a hand on top of his cheek, your thumb caressing the soft skin underneath. Another silence, as he stared in your eyes in awe and bewilderment. He could feel that fluttery feeling again… and heat rising to his cheeks. Was this normal? You caught yourself before you could lean forward to seal the space between you, pulling away abruptly with a nervous smile. “Ah… Well… I’ll go out now to look for the things we need.”

“Can I…?” He asked quietly, reaching for one of your hands. “Excuse me… Can we come with you?” No way was he going to leave his new friend in the house alone. The smile that spread across your face was infectious, since he could feel the edges of his lips beginning to curl up.

“Yes, you can.” You weren’t letting go of either of these precious gems any time soon.

[dawndelion-winery]

Hello! I recently read the fic "Friend from Afar" and I was wondering could you maybe do Venti, Zhongli, and KaZuHa version?

Friend From Afar

Ft. Venti, Zhongli, Kazuha

Pt 1 Ft. Scara, Childe, Diluc, Albedo -> Here

Am sorry this took so long fjdjdjeh

Venti:

He knows every song in the past, present and future

So why didn't he recognise the tune you hummed?

Of course, it draws him to you, only to find out you knew so many songs that seemed nothing like the ones in Teyvat

Just who were you?

He's intrigued about the world you say you come from, but if anything, he hopes you find yourself at home in Mondstadt

Sure, he gets that you have a home elsewhere, but if there was no known way of getting back, he'd like for you to be comfortable there

He drags you along to the tavern pretty often once you're close

Partially so he has someone to haul his drunk ass out once he's hammered and also to get you to spend more time with him

Often jokes about how you should use your isekai knowledge to manipulate Charles into giving him free drinks

Zhongli:

It's not often he meets someone as knowledgeable as himself

He found you, surrounded by the same scholars who often hounded him abot Rex Lapis, and couldn't help but be drawn to the scene

You seemed human, yet you somehow knew things he was sure no one would know unless they'd been at the scene

It is ultimately what draws him to you

Which leads to many a conversation about Liyue's rich history

He's quite intrigued by your own takes of the world you come from, and wonders if it is at all possibly for Liyue to perhaps implement some of those ideas

Well, he'll be more than happy to watch his people progress with you

He quite enjoys the company of another being who doesn't age as quickly as mortals and is highly appreciative of how he doesn't have to fear losing you to old age

Kazuha:

He was certain he had told no one of his backstory

And even more certain that people outside of Inazuma shouldn't have access to information given the sakoku decree

So who were you to know so much about him and fawn over him like he's your bestie

Still, he hasn't had someone who stuck around him that much since Tomo, so he figured it wouldn't hurt

A teeny bit paranoid whenever you propose anything dangerous, though he never strongly opposes unless he knows he can't protect you

He takes comfort in talking to you, sometimes randomly coming up with poetry together

Little do you know he collates them all in a mini journal as a little memento of you in case you ever part ways

Of course, he leaves you with some trinkets to remind you of him, usually things he's carved while at sea

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[hiraya-rawr]

sorry for adding more again to impostor!albedo in relationship, this may be ooc but — who knew you were the missing ingredient to his perfection. — you were albedo’s missing key to perfection too.

something about loving you is so human, it’s so natural like it’s nature’s law. something about the way you smile, you touch and you chirp. like the inteyvat flowers returning to their homeland, everything just melts together. — there’s something euphoric about feeling, being human with you.

so humane and domestic living with you has been, as if impostor albedo was human all along. — of course, it took you a while to notice because he just fits the mold of your albedo perfectly from the millennia of watching albedo.

for some reason, impostor albedo feels weak in your presence, not physically.. no, he can crush you within an inch of your life. but his insides feel soft, like the warmth of monstadt after being in dragonspine for so long. little did he know, this surprising leniency would be a welcome addition to his database of ‘feelings,’ yes, he likes ‘feelings’ things with you.

so why’d you have to go and ruin it for him? you two were happy before you realized his mistake.

// susbedo "replacing" albedo and you realize it

im drafting an imposter albedo work rn aaaaaahhh it isnt ooc at all considering how we're just exploring imposter!albedo's personality! I think it applies so well, the idea of "feeling" and separating himself from an experiment.

I love how you described everything 😭 inteyvat flowers?? yesss! I think everyone loses in such a situation. You would feel betrayed, he would feel guilty/abandoned, and Albedo would just be so conflicted ksjahdfwdsoi

[makotoarashi]

Cursed console

So here’s an idea for a story based on a rp with my partner (it’s unfinished so watch out for cliffhanger):

Crossover: Obey Me + Genshin Impact

Synopsis: Levi was one of the best Genshin players of all time on both Asian and European servers. As he was playing using a team with Albedo, whom was his favorite character at the time, the console started to glow. Moment later Levi realized that he had a cursed console which brought Albedo to life, this fact made him euphoric and slightly anxious. After a small talk he decided to help Albedo get back to Teyvat, while Levi tried to reprogram the console to bring Albedo back where he came from he also allowed the blonde stay in Devildom as a new exchange student, also warning him about the brothers. With time they were spending together Levi realized that he wanted Albedo to stay with him which made him feel bad considering how many people and who cared about him back in Teyvat. After some time Albedo started to feel torn, he wanted to go back to Teyvat but he also couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Levi alone. After their confession they started to date in secret which wasn’t too awkward because they had some closure before. One morning during breakfast they decided to sit next to each other which caused a commotion at the table. Mammon, whom was also secretly in love with Albedo, felt hurt after finding out about this since he and Albedo had something in common but decided to move on. After another few days of trying to figure out how to bring Albedo back to Teyvat they decided to take a break from worrying about sending the blonde home so they went on a date, picnic by the sea. Levi considering that Albedo can’t touch water decided to let Albedo watch him swim in his demon form, blonde enjoyed this date so much he couldn’t imagine anything better. The joy soon was overflowed with confusion and surprise when they noticed flowers from Teyvat in Devildom. They realized that they needed to act quick if they didn’t want their worlds to fuse. But would their feelings allow them to send Albedo back before time’s up?

[raincxtter]

EBG PARTICIPANTS

@astrxealis - Maki (JKK)

STRIKES : I I

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: p5: akiren, akechi, sumi || gi: diluc, thoma, xiao, kazuha, hu tao || fe3h: dimitri, felix, yuri || om: satan, leviathan || jjk: gojo, inumaki || twst: deuce || gbf: sandalphon, feower, djeeta, ayer, meteon, vane, belial, yuisis

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@case-electris - Asmodeus (OM)

STRIKES : I I

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: kazuha, albedo, scaramouche, childe, belphegor, aesop carl, eli clark, naib subeder, luca balsa and shin tsumiki

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@codename-hiraeth - Diluc (Genshin)

STRIKES :

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: sova (valorant), fade (valorant), skye (valorant), aether (genshin impact), gorou (genshin impact), satan (obey me), megumi fushiguro, vale (k-kazvha's oc), ayato kamisato, thoma

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@cryo-locket - Kazuha (Genshin)

STRIKES :

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: Kaeya, Scaramouche, Beidou(Genshin), Malleus, Idia(Twisted Wonderland), Lucifer, Barbatos Simeon(Obey Me)

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@cxlrosii - Jamil (Twst) OUT

STRIKES : I I I

SIMP PASS : USED

ORIGINAL BIASES: diluc, thoma, dainselif, xiao, , yelan, beidou, gojo, nanami, megumi, yuta, shoko, toji, link, mipha, nezha, white knight (yes his name isnt revealed yet help), drang, cain, meteon, freyr

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@euphoric-author - Zhongli (Genshin)

STRIKES :

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: Scaramouche, Ayato, Gorou, Kaeya, Inumaki, Megumi

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@ghostly-march - Temur/Pyroslinger Bracer (Genshin)

STRIKES :

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: maki, nobara, utahime, miwa, hu tao, yae miko, raiden shogun, jean, yelan, shinobu, mitsuri, valorant: viper, killjoy, sage, jett, reyna, raiden mei, rita, seele

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@heizoussidebadonkers - Itadori (JJK)

STRIKES :

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: kazuha, scaramouche, yelan, heizou

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@izukxnnie - Heizou (Genshin)

STRIKES :

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: beidou, childe, ningguang, jean, zhongli, kazuha, maki, megumi, itadori

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@k-kazvha - Lilia (Twst)

STRIKES :

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: albedo, kazuha, itto, scara, simeon, barbatos, satan, jamil, deuce, jack

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@manager-of-the-pudding-bank - Ace (Twst)

STRIKES : I

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: Zhongli, childe

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@mocha-bunbun - Gojo (JJK)

STRIKES :

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: Kaeya, dainsleif, kokomi, hu tao, thoma, elzer, lucifer, simeon, utahime lori

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@myluvkeiji - Inumaki (JJK)

STRIKES : I I

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: xiao, diluc, childe, zhongli, kaeya, oikawa, akaashi, atsumu, tsukishima, gojo, nanami, satan, mammon

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@queen-of-wires - lida (Twst)

STRIKES :

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: Ashe Bradley(Witch's Heart) Thoma, Zhongli, Yelan(Genshin Impact)

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@sOlcresz-space - Nobara (JJK)

STRIKES : I I

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: yanfei, xiao , yunjin , franziska von karma, shuichi saihara, angie yonaga

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@raincxtter - Aether (Genshin)

STRIKES : I I

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: yelan, shenhe, jean, sakura haruno, gaara kazekage, kazuha, yor, loid, megumi, inumaki, maki, nobara, shinobu kocho, giyuu tomioka, kenma, tsukishima, kuroo, leiyan, key, yeiyang, echo (<- ocs by me), jett, sova, reyna

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@sea-of-dandelions - Solomon (OM)

STRIKES :

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: Tartaglia, Amber, Ayaka, Signora, Xinyan, Kokomi, Danila (Geochanter), Temur (Pyroslinger), Orobashi, Osial, Kuki, Beisht, Ruin Serpent, Elzier, Donna, Lawrence (GI), Leviathan, Simeon, Asmo (OM), Kuroo (HQ), Himeko, Raven, Lyle (HI3), Shin Tsukimi (YTTD), Daisuke (SotF), Midari (Kakegurui) Kusuma, Nyx, Innas (OCs by me, sea-of-dandelions on tumblr), Searu, Engel, Silver, Ángel, Deceit, Mieran/Quinn, Vesper Mixito, (OCs by cerasus--flores on tumblr)

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@tiredsleep - Nanami (JJK)

STRIKES :

SIMP PASS : 1

ORIGINAL BIASES: Kaeya, diluc, tohma, childe, Ayato, Xiao, albedo, Kazuha, Yae Miko, Gojo, Getou, Shoko, Nobara, megumi, Itadori, Sukuna, Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus, Belphegor, Simeon, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Sanzu, Rindou, Dazai, Kieran White, Lauren Sinclair, Kym Ladell, William Hawkes

[euphorickaeya]

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

honey’s notes: apologies for the wait!! tumblrs being a butthole and decided to delete what I already had, and me being busy (on animal crossing..and schoolwork..) I couldn’t of put this out faster ^^”

summary: you’ve got 5 of the most important characters in genshin impact, and they keep following you around and calling you, ‘your grace’! But with no choice in hand, you’re forced to home these clueless characters in your home. What’ll your friends think of this?

part one. part three.

reader uses they/them pronouns.

characters : Zhongli/Ei/Venti/Aether/Albedo x Reader.

[content warning: yandere. cult. obsession. possible swearing. typos. grammar mistakes. talks about genshin bodies. reader owns feminine clothing but reader is still gender-neutral. Talks about Venti being a borderline perv. creepy encounter with creepy guys.]

recommended song: good old-fashioned lover boy - queen.

tags!! : @weakestpoint | @nicebonescomrade @pencildrawer12 | @error1-1 | again, if you want to be added to the tag list, don’t be afraid to send me an ask or ask under this post!

You never really thought this would be happening. Here you are, sitting with the five (5), if not most important characters of genshin impact. I mean especially the long-haired blonde who seems to turn into a puppy as soon as you give him a glance.

“Well, uhm..” you uncomfortably shifted, one hand holding a cup of water, the other being taken captive by Venti who can’t seem to leave you alone. “Uh..does anyone, want to explain why you’re here, and not in here?” You point to your phone.

They all open their mouth to explain, before backing down, seeming uncomfortable about talking to you. “Okay-“ you started, “You’re the creator of teyvat, your grace! And we came to take you home.” You could feel glares right on top of the other directed to the anemo archon who rubbed his cheek into your upper arm, looking at you. he was so mesmerized by you that he wasn’t bothered.

If looks could kill, he’d definitely be dead. “The creator?…” you spoke, your voice had a tone of confusion and curiosity. “Yes! You were brought here when you perished from protecting teyvat from some force, and we’re here to bring you back to the world you truly belong in!” Venti was digging an even deeper hole for himself, Zhongli sighed, making a mental note to punch him through a few mountains when they return.

“Uhm..yeah, no. Maybe you got the wrong person? I swear I never made Teyvat- more like it was made for me but-“ You were shushed by Ei. “well, you..you died in a war far before any nation was created, as a last resort to keep you safe, you were reincarnated to this world..” Ei explained. Zhongli nodded, agreeing with Ei’s words.

You sat looking at her with a dumbfounded expression, you absolutely cannot believe what she’s saying. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you? okay, very funny, that’s it-“ you stood up, Venti falling forward to your seat as you swiftly took your hand from his grasp, your upper arm was warm from him rubbing his face into it. He almost whined, holding his cheek who collided with the seat you used to sit in.

“We’re telling the truth, your grace! If we weren’t, why else would we be here?” Albedo spoke up, also standing from his seat, you looked at him with uncertainty, a silence slowly washing over you. Your eyes dart from each of the characters, Zhongli looked uncomfortable, staring at the cup of water you had handed to them. Ei was busy eyeing your cat, who had jumped on top of the table, curious to what’s happening.

Aether tightened his fists, also uncomfortable at the situation, Venti no longer looked at you, rubbing his cheek with his hand. A sigh left your lips, “look, I’m not this creator person you think I am,” you see them visibly deflate. “But I’m also not a cruel person, I won’t leave you guys out in the streets, if you guys really do come from gens- teyvat, then I’ll house you until you guys return, but only until then.” You pointed your finger at them, as if a parent scolding their child after eating sweets before their bedtime.

you silently hoped it won’t be long until they returned back.

It seems as that any god out there has not heard your prayers and pleas because you have crossed, the two-hundredth-twelveth (212) day, or for short, exactly seven (7) months, on your calendar of how long five (5) of the most important characters have been living in your home.

Zhongli no longer wore his long coat, you remember after a week of them staying with you, you had gone to get them clothes, Zhongli now wears white shirts and sweatpants, in which he still does not understand why they’re called sweatpants when you don’t “sweat” in them.

You may have caught yourself looking at him once or twice, the shirts you got him basically defines his abs. You remember not being able to look at Zhongli for at least three (3) days straight, because when you did, you’d be facing his pecs.

You are thankful for Zhongli though, he helps around with cooking and cleaning, sometimes you can feel his chest against your back when you’re cooking breakfast. Or when your cleaning when he carries you on his shoulders as you clean the highest shelves in your house.

Venti is also a bit of a problem to handle, because he’s been snooping in your closet while you work. How many times have you seen him wear your clothes? He particularly loves the skirts, you had some female friends leave them behind when they’d come sleep over for and skirts weren’t your style, he thankfully took them off your hands! he loves the way they twirl and they’re easy to just put on than shorts. Of course, you had no problems until Venti found…your underwear drawer. Ah, the face you made when he pulled out your underwear and asked what it was..you beat the shit out of him the same day.

Although he does cause problems, he’s the perfect person to go to when you’re under the weather. he either hums or sings you to sleep, persuading you to take a nap, he’s disheartened at the fact of how tired you are, he beats himself up on how he hates that he doesn’t know anything about your world, so you do the work for them, as you always have when they were still stuck in your game.

Ei, well, she wears anything! She prefers oversized shirts though, you had bought her, her own oversized shirts, some styles you’d think she’d enjoy, Ei loved it and always rambles and chirps about how she’s never wore anything so comfortable! Ei’s not a very chatty person, and sometimes she can feel how awkward it is when you sit beside her, enjoying tea you brewed for both of you. She’s embarrassed that she does not know what to say and ends up showing her gratitude and her want to communicate through actions.

She links her pinky with yours as you doze off, too tired to notice that she was basically holding hands with you. She paws at your shirt whenever she sees sweets being sold on the street whenever you guys go to the grocery because she’s shy to ask you to buy her some sweets. If someone told you years ago this is how the Raiden Shogun acts around her loved ones, you would’ve never believed it, behind her tough facade, lays a gentle bunny, just wanting affection from people she loves most.

Aether wore whatever you gave him, if you gave him a clown costume, he probably would’ve worn it. Aether doesn’t care about whatever you give him, he cares about you, your safety and happiness. He swore to that ever since he became your very first vessel. He helps with little things like, taking care of Marsh, who seems to love him as much as the cat loved you, or maybe carrying many bags of grocery to bring inside the house.

He doesn’t care much for what you give to him, or what you say to him, he’s there for you, and your happiness. He strives to keep that smile on your face. You can’t help but smile whenever you come home to Aether sleeping on the couch waiting for you with your cat curled up by his stomach, if you were to be honest, he looked like a boyfriend waiting for their darling partner to come home and so they could greet them but ended up sleeping, waiting. You felt grateful that he decides to wait for you. You showed your gratitude with a kiss on his forehead.

Albedo felt very outcast from this. You bonded with the rest of the characters so easily, but yet he, he doesn’t know what to say. He has a hard time understand human emotions, and he doesn’t know how to show them. He watches you pet Venti’s head out of affection, and his blood boils. He wants head pats too. Albedo wanted to talk to you about his experiments, his discoveries and alchemy, or maybe just drawing, art in usual. He was afraid that you wouldn’t like him and what he did, even though he pursued what he lived and breathed doing in teyvat just for you, he believed that was your path for him.

He never really expected a conversation, maybe a small “good morning Albedo, how are you?” But never a conversation, not like how you and Zhongli talk about history, or you teaching Venti about how music works in your world, or maybe Ei who you keep feeding sweets to, Aether, when both of you baby your cat and give him smooches. He kept expecting and expecting until you, watched him draw.

He finished a drawing that was done a few days ago, it was you, sitting by a window, reading your favourite book. You had approached him and sat beside him, leaning in a bit, he was a little shocked, you could tell from the way his grip fell from one of the pencils you brought him a week prior. “Just wanted to see what you’re drawing albe.” You smiled at him, he felt a small warmth grow in his chest, as he tried to continue drawing.

That’s only some of the stuff that’s happened during their stay at your home. In all honesty, you were slowly growing attached, you loved how every time you came home from work, you’d see aether sleeping on the couch with your cat, Zhongli greeting you from the kitchen, Ei watching him cook, and Venti who was strumming a ukulele you had kept in your storage.

You were slowly getting fond of them and used to them in your home, you know you shouldn’t be. They could poof anytime they want and you’ll have to get used to coming home to only your cat. You realize how lonely you lived your life. A sigh leaves your lips, slapping yourself on the cheek. “stop thinking like that, [name]. Don’t get attached. It’ll only hurt you.” You tell yourself. You don’t want to, but you have to.

“your grace, can we-“ Ei called out, reaching for you. “Ei, please we’re in public.” You pulled her to your side, looking at her hands which carried an item with a colourful packaging. Sweets, you assumed. “[name]…can we get this?” Ei corrected herself, showing you the object, she gave you puppy eyes, which you were sure she wasn’t even doing on purpose.

Both of you stared at each other in silence before you broke. A sigh left your lips as you put the item into your shopping cart. “That’s the last thing you’re getting for yourself, okay Ei?” You scolded her as she nodded, a small smile on her face.

Zhongli glanced from behind the both of you, his hands on the shopping cart, he was busy looking at snacks, that he deemed maybe healthy for you. You, Ei and Zhongli decided to spend the day going shopping, feeling too cooped up in the house. Ei clung to your arm as you guys strolled further into the snack isle, before a hand grabbed you unoccupied arm.

You stopped, looking at the man on which the hand was connected to, he was old, creepy and he smelt bad. “hey...” Your breath hitched, you stepped back, trying to free yourself from his grasp, Ei let go of your arm, pushing the creepy man away. “Don’t touch them.” Ei exclaimed, almost shielding you away. Her soft and flowery aura has now faded away, her hand in front of you to either keep him away or keep you away. It was obvious the man was drunk by the way he walked, wobbly and slurred.

“I’m not here for you..now out of the way..” The man tried to push her away, trying to get to you but being a shogun in teyvat means she’s not easily pushed around. “Ei-“ you watch the man try to push Ei around and start to slowly get violent, before you know it, you’re being dragged to the ground by the man.

It was a blur the next few seconds, the old man’s hand held your shirt in a death grip, you sat on the floor trying to get out of the drunkard’s grip, and another second, he was brought down, Zhongli toppled over him. “You stay the fuck away from them.” He growled, his fist raised as a threat as the man laid on the floor flabbergasted.

“Zhongli- no, no. Don’t.” You stood up quickly, your hand wrapping against his chest, pulling him off as security came to haul the drunk man away. Zhongli huffed, his fists still tight out of anger and annoyance. Your hand laid on his cheek, his gaze on the fading figure of the drunk man. “It’s okay, Zhongli. I’m okay.” You reassured him, his body subconsciously leaned into your palm, his hand slowly taking your wrist to keep you in place.

“let’s go home, please.”

[glazelilyy]

gratitude

pairings (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo childe/tartaglia, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif x gender neutral reader

word count - 3113

genre - fluff, comfort

format - drabbles

warnings - skinship

summary - he's looking at you like no one ever has, and you can't help but thank him

a/n - i've always wanted to write something like this :D many people have waited so long to find their partners and it's really a euphoric feeling when you do :) also yes i did write a frickin haiku just for kazuha's HAHA

all around you is perfectly still.

nothing moves, time is frozen save for the steady thump of his heart against your ear and the slight, gentle scratch of his nails on your scalp.

he exudes nothing but warmth and compassion. his firm arms cradle you tight against his body as if you were crafted of the finest china or the silkiest glass. he situated you on his lap like a plush pillow and pressed his heart against yours to beat in sync.

your senses are filled with him: the touch of his finger pads on your back, his alluring scent, that beautiful voice that riles up the butterflies deep within your stomach, the stunning image of his radiant visage and rose colored irises, the taste of his words on your palette and the brush of his lips against yours.

overwhelmed might be a way to describe it, but in the moment where he looks you straight in the eye with nothing but love and adoration swirling in those misty pools of his, you can't help but feel like putty in his arms.

"thank you," your searing hot hands come up to hold his slacked face, just above a whisper, you hardly recognize your voice that dripped with affection and filled itself with love lined with gold, "thank you for loving me."

diluc.

diluc and the idea of "romantic love" have never gone well together in his mind. many times had he found someone in his youth who fancied him and many times has he blown them off as gentlemanly in nature as he could. though, he could never deny his curiosity for such affections. with a windwheel aster in one hand, he plucked until it was down to the last petal where the words "they love me" rested on his lips in a whisper instead of "they love me not", though he did not know who he wanted to love him.

but here you sat on his lap, holding his face as if you held the world in your hands and thanked him for loving you. it almost baffled him, just how lucky he was. it was as if he'd been searching in a field of three leafed clovers and finally found a stem with four protruding leaves. but instead of plucking it, he gently nursed the tiny plant and came back to it each day with something new. you were his luck, his most beloved person, someone for which he would bring down heaven and walk into hell barefeet.

no longer did he lay awake at night, holding his pillow close to him and wondering what it would be like to be able to hold someone within his arms. nor did he purchase lovely roses for no one in particular, and place them on his desk as if awaiting to one day give them to someone.

no, you were here in his arms, thanking him for loving you unconditionally. but in reality it was him who knew you held his heart in your hands and gently cradled it within your love.

"the pleasure of loving you belongs entirely to me, my love." he whispered into the palm of your hand and finalized his words with an inward kiss.

kaeya.

love was a preposterous idea for someone like kaeya. he knew this and he knew it well, better than anyone else. love was fickle, unsteady, and uncertain. if one truly peered beneath his arctic waves and caught sight of the monstrous iceberg that lay underneath, would they truly stay? his resolution was firm: he would never fall in love. and yet, much like his brother, his curiosity would often get the better of him when in the privacy of either the winds of barbatos or the brick-walled confines of his office.

he'd place his palm on the skin of his chest and feel for his heartbeat, and wonder one day if his heart would belong to someone—someone who would see all of him and keep their feet planted firmly by his side. kaeya thought himself stupid, that he asked too much. someone like him deserved to be all by his lonesome so when the storms finally ravaged his world, there wouldn't be any collateral damage.

and yet here you were, hand on his chest feeling the heart that belonged to you thump ferociously underneath the thin skin of his chest. you were thanking him. the idea almost made him laugh, for how could someone as radiant as you be thanking him for his love. you'd managed to wriggle your way into his life and cause a mess of his resolution until he gave into his desires and made you his.

he still placed his hand on his chest from time to time, to remind himself of his humanity, and to be reminded that this heart that beat so tenderly not only beats for him but thunders onwards for you.

"i should be the one thanking you, but i have a feeling we'd be here all day if i started that war." he mused against your lips with a smile and locked you in once more for another intoxicating kiss.

he was willing to set aside his convictions, just this once.

albedo.

baffled is what he is. albedo is a man of logic and of precision and love is neither of those things. logic can't explain the desire to see you in the wee hours of the night when he plagued himself with nightmarish visions intertwined with formulas with letters he couldn't make sense of. love confuses him, but he finds himself rather intrigued. he's first introduced to the concept through a novel—impulsive procurement. he often never realized it much once he finished the novel, but his slender fingers would come up to his scalp and gently rake through his soft, tender locks as if his hand didn't belong to him—as if his hand had turned into his lover's that didn't exist.

shame overwhelmed him for such actions, but the feeling often crept up on him while his mind lay idle, awake at night wondering what chemicals are released when one kisses someone they love dearly. sketching would take his mind off of the desire, but alas, he found himself sketching two silhouettes on the backdrop of beaches and forests lined with gold and silver, their hands always intertwined.

now, his sketchbook was filled with sketches of you. pencil lines marks the edges, grooves, curves, and dips of your face and body. each line had been carefully drawn with love and precision. it was no longer his hand that raked through his locks, pretending to be his lover's hand, but instead your own hand lovingly tended to the tensed strands of ashen blonde hair on his scalp and pressed kiss after kiss to the skin where just below the bone lay a magnificent mind.

"thanking me is a fruitless action," he gently grasped your palm and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist, "for i'm still learning from you each and every day, what it truly means to love. for that, i am eternally grateful to you."

childe.

love is gentle, tender, and patient, nothing like childe. he lusts for chaos and craves disorder. love—romantic love—was the furthest thing from his mind whenever he drew his weapons and charged forth with a charming grin and a palpitating heart. although, there were times when he'd come across fields of brilliant flowers stilling in the wind, stretching for miles in hues of all kinds and he'd find himself at a loss for who he could show such a magnificent sight to. he'd brush his fingers against the skin of his calloused and scarred palm and wonder what the feel of another hand in his would be like. would it be akin to the handle of his blade? or that of a delicate flower stem?

what a true predicament he's found himself in, yearning for the soft touch of one filled with the blessing of eros yet finding himself engrossed in giving into the urges brought forth by ares himself. conflict waged wars in his mind but they always came to a halt when he felt the soft skin of your hands anywhere on his body.

you held the power to subdue his primal urges and smooth over the rough bumps and edges that carved themselves into his skin. even now as he cradled you in his arms, it felt unreal to believe that you were thanking him for loving you. his hand felt barren of warmth no longer, instead an irreplaceable tug filled the void and tugged at his heart.

"i will always love you, so there's no need to thank me, sunshine." he took your hand and intertwined it with his, letting you bump your unsullied fingers against the deep ridges and scars that lined his hands.

zhongli.

to love is one of the most blessed acts in zhongli's mind. there was once a time where he believed love was weak, to love was to be mortal, such acts are beneath an archon who must fight to the death for sustainability. yet there was a tender part of his buried beneath the bedrock of his heart that pulsed and beamed with every moment he breathed. he often wondered if he was truly capable of love, or of loving someone in their entirety.

discipline was written on the back of his hands and imprinted down the line of his spine, but he truly was fascinated with mortals. not only mortals as a whole, but their capacity to feel the thing they called love. he'd lay awake at night and wonder if he too could love, while clutching his throbbing heart that ached for something he couldn't define.

you seemed to define it all: what love was to him. love was tender in the way you longingly looked at him with those doe eyes of yours. love was confusing in the way you'd beckon for his presence late at night to hold you close while you drifted out of consciousness. love meant many things to him because of the way you fiddled with the broach on his tie or the subtle tuck of his hair behind his ear courtesy of your smooth fingers.

with nothing but adoration in your eyes, you stared up at him and he felt the rush of gold flow through his veins. a god possesses many things but love is never usually one of them. zhongli, however, can say different.

"my lily, you need not thank me for loving you," his hands overlapped yours that held his face while his nose gently bumped against yours, "know that i am truly the thankful one for having you to stand by my side until my memories are nothing but dust."

xiao.

love isn't in his vocabulary nor is it an emotion that comes naturally to xiao. he considers himself a weapon, a tool, and inanimate objects are not capable of love. he is a man of discipline, nothing shall ever tempt him from his true duties. yet the very human part of him cannot help but entertain ludicrous ideas. like the feel of a warm body pressed tight against his, or the sensual touch of nails gently trailing down his tattooed arms. his mind wanders when all is quiet and the lands are peaceful, but that was all it ever was: a dream, a pastime for until when he'd need to sacrifice himself and become a weapon yet again.

but his mortal indulgences were all he had to feel as though he weren't suffocating beneath a thick, black, wave of fog and hazing dust. his palms were cold but he imagined they held nothing but warmth when he placed his palms onto the line of his jaw and pretended that someone held him not like a tool or a weapon, but as a regular man who was allowed to be human.

the feel of your hands on his face never felt real, despite his pinches and slaps to his face to see if it was all a dream. your hands were so very warm, warmer than his could ever be and they ignited a fire within his chest whenever they found solace holding his face. your nails traced the shapes of the tattoos on his biceps and your kisses made a home for themselves nestled in his soft locks. to say he was out of his element would be an understatement, you brought him light amidst a slew of black holes and carried warmth where frigid ice reigned supreme.

he needed to say nothing, if he tried he wasn't sure he could form the right words at all. your kisses took the breath away from him and he'd be happy to give you all that he was, and you felt it in the way his grip on you tightened and the press of his forehead against yours in a silent promise to forever protect you with his life.

kaedehara kazuha.

like swirling red leaves

that fall swiftly to the ground

my heart stills once more

love is poetry and as free as kazuha himself. there are many ways in which the winds can blow for him, and yet he finds solace in treading along the most gentle of breezes. love is whatever comes along his way, and his patience knows no bounds. but there are nights where he sits atop a perch of the alcor and traces patterns of stars with his eyes. words of a poem begin to slip from his lips and yet there are no ears to listen. his private indulgence of whispering poems of love for no one in particular are what manages to keep him sane, but he knows that such a blessing can only come with time. so he waits.

his notebooks are lined with words which he one days yearns to speak, and yet time has deemed that he is not ready yet. the words he'd created felt like sugar on his tongue, sweet and burning hot to the touch yet he'd still swallow as if it were nothing but water.

practiced to perfection was his soothing voice against the shell of your ear, whispering line after line of all the words that lived within his mind. your beauty makes the stars pale in comparison, to hold you was almost akin to holding the last bit of a comet, the tail that shone the most voluminously. his patience had rewarded him with you, all the time he spent alone writing away at what he wished to say now found a new home etched into the grooves of your brain, written in thick ink in the most beautiful of cursive.

you had given him the world, and still thanked him with that lovely voice of yours.

"i am thankful for you as well, my beloved. you bring heaven down to earth for me." he whispered against your temple and cradled you like you'd slip away from his grasp if he let go too soon.

scaramouche.

love was dumb, simply put. whatever scaramouche could not comprehend became immediately dubbed as "dumb", and love was the number one item on this list. such ludicrous feelings were far below the stature of the sixth harbinger, nor did he have the time or patience for love. he spoke these words loud and clear for all to hear, but the silent ache of his heart spoke unsaid words that clung to him and made a mess of his life.

he denied himself curiosity, or to look past the whirling storms that encircled his heart. but every so often when the moon sat high in the sky and he'd stripped himself of his title, scaramouche would faintly trace the sides of his torso and imagine the tender hold of another on his waist. his pillow was too hard to imagine as a human body, and such a silly thought had him fuming the next morning.

love was dumb and yet here you were in his arms, hands around his torso just like he'd imagined and your lips hovering over his own, thanking him for loving you. to deserve someone like you, someone who looked past his stormy exterior and found a gentle core pulsing with violet fervor. where he grew horns and bared his fangs, you showed your wings and smoothed down the frazzled ends of his locks. gentleness was not a word in his book and yet you took a pen and rewrote all of his pages.

"you're a dumbass, y'know that?" scaramouche grinned wickedly as the soft give of your cheek pulled in his forefinger and thumb despite your whining protests.

"but you're my dumbass, you don't need to thank me for loving you. if anything it should be the other way around." he suddenly pushed your face into the crook of his neck and ensnared your body within his arms, letting his words be absorbed by your burning skin.

dainsleif.

a sole wanderer, destined to pursue a fruitless goal amidst loneliness and destitute caverns of fragility. there was no time for love, no time to think about it or indulge in it. but dainsleif has always defied the odds, and even then as he lay by his lonesome beside another quiet fire, he thought of love. the feel of a hand raking through his soft, feathery locks, the gentle press of a kiss on his forehead, the innocent intertwining of pinkies or hands. he thought himself a fool, waking up with flushed cheeks and a mind full of temptation.

but such feelings no longer lived alone in his mind. the feel of your hands combing through his locks were real, as was the persistent kisses to his flushing face and the innocent intertwining of your pinky against his. he would forever be at your mercy and yet it was you who thanked him for the love in your eyes.

baffled and bewildered, he doesn't quite understand why you thank him when it was you who allowed him to shed himself of his duties and become simple dainsleif, who loved you and would give his life for you.

you were real, in his arms and thanking him for his love. you were real and you weren't going anywhere. as tenderly as you held his face, his palms came up and cupped your jaw as if it would break under his touch.

"gratitude is not what i seek, but you hold my heart within your hands and that is more than enough for me." dainsleif sealed his words with a gentle kiss on your forehead doused with adoration and crafted of love.

date published: july 29th, 2021