#genshin impact heizou x reader

[anantaru]

cw. [ex]plicit, loads of kissing, fem! reader

"how do you get your lips to taste like that?"

heizou would ponder deeply about it, quite frankly, you couldn‘t possible be real, and he engraved it within his own questioning.

yet by the end of his fleeting words he dares to steal another kiss from you.

"especially when we‘re doing this."

you giggle, all shy and sweet, though out of breath when he pulls himself into you again, because even now— in between pleasing each other, he couldn‘t help himself but ask and question you wholly like one of his dubious suspects at work.

it's silly, but he truly was your weak point, and you could feel his warm breathing fan over your sloshed lips— further beckoning the specific need to taste you once again. "i-it might be my lip balm."

half a beat after that, the pleasure you experienced had grown by a ten fold, your eyes remained closed as you jumped at every additional hurdle of his cock moving in and out, faster faster— please, you beg, before his tip continued to plant deep smooches on your used walls, rather focusing on that one specific part he knew had you in a choke hold.

while your precious boyfriend heizou? you can‘t obviously see his face now, not because he had been purposefully hiding it from you but because he was very much busy sucking on that sweet tongue of yours— it‘s like he doesn‘t have a choice, again, how do you manage to taste so damn well?

he almost feels a pain in his cock when he listens to your tiny mewls, but he brings his hand to your own and plants you against the mattress, intertwining your fingers and adding on hold. you feel how his tongue now traces along your bottom lip, featherlight but precise, additionally sousing it with his own saliva and further imbedding his comforting scent into you.

on the flip side, your legs had been severely shaking around his hips now, due to these circumstances you pushed your hips upwards into his touch so his cock could reach all the rills and curves in you— but those breaths of your lover, precisely the little whimpers he exhaled, the ones you could sense within yourself as well, so raggedly and shallow but webbed in blood rushing excitement.

the waves of your skin repeatedly slapped against him and radiated shivers outwards of your body to the point that you focused on nothing more than the tingling sparks on your lower region, how they gradually took a hold of yourself. Heizou surely couldn‘t last like this forever, he knew and foresaw it too— but he dug harder and pumped into you fast, filling you up so fucking well that you spread your thighs further apart and felt how his painfully swollen erection dragged over your wet walls.

it had gotten hotter, even more scorching than the surrounding sweat on your filthy bodies but heizou relished in it. in the soft, natural squeezes of your cunt before gritting his teeth at the impact.

now, he whimpers, so sugary sweet, you loved it.

each thrust and he does it again, blood rushing in his ears as he pulls you close to him, leaning further when you arched your back and cried into his neck.

by now, you're aching and exhausted, yet needy and awaiting to climax with him— although most importantly, you were ready to be entirely claimed by his warm cum until it was messily oozing out of your used hole, greatly staining the bed sheets while you‘re out of breath, both smiling while resting in your afterglow.

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[stellar-skyy]

A SILENCE SO LOUD — Heizou x reader.

i. SUMMARY: After the accident, Heizou refuses to leave their hospital room. ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: Character death (reader), hospitals, probably medical inaccuracies, referenced car accident. iii. NOTES: Can be read as romantic or platonic, modern au, angst, hurt with no comfort, gn!reader, reader is referred to as heizou's partner (could be romantic or work partner) they/them pronouns used, 2.4k words. iv. A/N: Written for the amazing @dumbificat's inevitable evanescence event! I chose the prompt vanish. Please read the warnings before proceeding, please and thank you :)

The dull ring of a heart monitor echoed against the walls of the hospital room. 

One beep. Two. 

Heizou lounged in the chair beside the bed, tilted at just the right angle to observe the sleeping figure. It was a seat intended for guests to take up, but he'd been sitting in it almost as long as the person lying down had occupied their bed. His back twinged with pain every so often, however it was not enough to convince him to move.

He reached out and slipped a hand through the sheets to blindly locate theirs, pulling it out and giving it a squeeze. Maybe if they were awake, they would make a comment about how strange it was; holding hands with someone who was nowhere near conscious enough to feel his touch. He rubbed his thumb along their palm, tracing each line indenting their skin.

The few hours prior were agonizing. While they were stuck in surgery, the doctors managed to convince him to take a walk; get some fresh air that wasn't filled with the smell of disinfectant. Even following their advice, Heizou's thoughts drifted to their sleeping face. Every second since they were admitted, he was at their side watching them. His injuries were far less severe—a handful of cuts over his arms and an array of bruises. The staff felt enough pity to allow him to wait outside or in every room they were moved to, his eyes never leaving their closed ones.

Eventually they were settled here, attached to a variety of machines until their body was covered in tubes and wires. Every few seconds, the heart monitor would sound.

One beep. Two.

If they were awake, he would have been chastised for being so stubborn. They might roll their eyes, make a comment about him not taking care of himself. It was always them, who had to call him out on his borderline-unhealthy behaviours. Kujou Sara had tried, many times, admonishing him for skipping sleep in favour of working on whatever case his mind had fixated on. Hell, even Itto had managed to notice how he neglected eating some days to have more time to do things he decided were more important. However no one could get through to him like his partner could. A raised eyebrow, the slightest frown of disapproval, and he would already be moving from his chair to go take a nap.

But it wasn't like they could say anything. They hadn't managed to drag themselves into consciousness yet, not since the accident.

Heizou scoffed to himself. 'The accident' was still such a stupid way of describing it. That kind of melodramatic, cliched name would never have been his pick, but the concerned visitors that crowded the bed every few hours seemed dead-set on calling it such. It was always, 'I heard about the accident', always 'Are you okay after the accident, Heizou?'

That question was enough to make him fall into laughter, right there in the hospital room. A bewildered Kujou Sara had stared at him like he'd gone mad, while he doubled over in hysterics.

It was her fault for asking. Why should she bother to ask him if he is alright, when he was the one in the chair and they were the one hooked up to a heart monitor? He was alive, he would survive without half a dozen machines strapped to his body. He didn't have any right being asked if he was okay.

She had excused herself after that, while he swiped tears trickling down his cheeks (from such heavy laughter of course; there was no other cause.)

Shinobu was next to visit, which was a surprise to Heizou. A bigger surprise was how she seemed far more interested in speaking to him.

“I think you need to consider a plan, for just in case. Just... think about what you're going to do if–” She had said, being cut off immediately by Heizou's voice, three times louder than hers.

“If? If what? You do know they're going to survive, right? They've had surgery. They're stable. They're going to be fine.” Heizou leaned back in the chair as casually as he could, ignoring the pinpricks of pain the movement caused. “I don't concern myself with 'what ifs?'”

He was lying through his teeth.

What if was a constant thought in his mind, between the moments where he drifted through a dreamless sleep. What if I wasn't the one driving that day? What if I had gotten a few more hours of sleep that previous night? What if I looked to my left, and saw the headlights before they were too close to avoid?

“I know it's painful, Heizou.” Shinobu said softly. It was almost bewildering to hear. That girl was all sharp edges and blunt words, so the rare gentleness always caught him off guard. “But please, think practically about this. Okay?”

Riddles were a passion of his, but for once Heizou felt no desire to pick apart the meaning of her words; less out of not understanding, more out of a fear that he did.

“It wasn't your fault, Heizou.” Shinobu said. “Listen to me: it was not your fault.”

“Oh, yeah? How the hell would you know that?” Heizou scoffed, now moving his eyes from his partner's prone form. “You weren't in the car. Don't pretend you know what happened.”

“Heizou…” She began. “I know we aren't close, but I do consider us friends.” That caught him off guard slightly. When did that happen, he wondered. “And I don't want to see my friend destroy himself with guilt over an accident.”

The other reason why he ground his teeth together at the word accident, was the sheer amount of people assuring him it was just that. A tragedy, a freak crash, a terrible calamity that no one could have foreseen. It was a comfort, in their eyes.

In an accident, there is still at least two parties: the victim, and the perpetrator. His beloved partner fell into the former category. And Heizou–who wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, who had the radio blasting loud enough to drown out the sound of the motor rumbling closer and closer–knew for certain he was the latter.

It was almost funny, in a twisted, morbid way. Even in an accident, there was still someone at fault. It wasn't intentional, sure, but it was his hands gripping the steering wheel, and his foot on the brakes just a second too late.

They lapsed into silence. Shinobu stared at him in expectation.

“You should get going. Guest hours are finishing soon.” He managed to spit out.

That wasn't the right answer, if the crumpled up look behind her mask was any indication. He couldn't see her face, but he would bet his life there was a twitch of her lips, like she always did when she was displeased with the Arataki Gang. That sight was a privilege he had seen once, and once only, but it stuck with him more than any other memory they had shared.

“Goodbye, Heizou.” Shinobu said quietly. It was only after she left that he realized that she didn't look at [Name] once.

Heizou let go of their hand, watching it fall back on the bed limply, and folded his arms over his chest. A pang of hunger made itself known in his stomach, but he ignored it. Food could come later, but he was preoccupied at that moment.

When they woke up–and that was a when, not an if, he thought to himself–he would have to take them out for lunch. Treat them to a hot meal, on him. It was the least they deserved, after everything. In the meantime, all he could do was watch them get fed through a tube hooked on their face—a hideous, invasive-looking device. Heizou tore his eyes away from it, focusing back on the sound of the heart monitor.

One beep.

Heizou's breath caught sharply. His eyes darted over to see the machine, as the singular beep continued to sound. On the screen, the jagged pattern had smoothed out, into one clean, straight line.

An alarm began blasting sound outside of the room, a constant wailing that echoed throughout the ward.

“No…” He muttered under his breath. He slammed his fist against the screen, as if that would jolt it back into the steady pattern. His voice raised to almost a yell, fingers curling around the sides of the machine. “No! No, it’s not fair!”

Heizou stumbled backwards, hitting the wall with a thud. His vision had gone hazy, but he could see enough to awkwardly locate the emergency call button on the side of the wall. It let out a melodic chime, completely out of place among the blaring alarm ringing through the room.  

There was still no movement from the hallway, even with the alarm filling the ward. Almost tripping over his feet, Heizou closed the distance between him and the door to kick it open. His hands clung desperately to the doorway as he yelled down the corridor.

“Nurse! Nurse! Help, please–” Heizou made a strangled sound at the back of his throat, roughly swiping at his eyes to clear his eyesight. “Please, someone help! They’re–”

The siren was still wailing over the sound of his cries. It wasn't enough, there was no one there, and their heart still wasn't beating.

“Help!” He screamed, over and over until his voice was as raw as sandpaper. The world around him melted into a blurry haze, with the only distinct sensation being that torturous alarm and the sound of his own voice.

“—kanoin! Shikanoin! Please, calm down!”

The world snapped back into place like puzzle pieces fitting together. A nurse was in front of him: their primary nurse, if his memory was correct. She had one hand on his shoulder gripping tightly, as she continued to shout in his face.

“You have to leave. The doctors need to start the defibrillators, and we can’t have you getting in the way.” She said, loudly and firmly.

“Wha–No!” Heizou protested, ripping himself out of her hold, like her touch was fire.

“The doctors need space. Wait outside, we will speak to you soon.” The nurse insisted, making shooing motion with her hands. He was unceremoniously ushered into the hall, door slamming shut behind him.

There was a chair outside of the room; askew, like someone had knocked it into the pathway in their hurry. He dragged it over to the frosted windows, sitting on it backwards so he could press his face against them. The attempt was fruitless; the windows were impossible to see through, so he turned his back on the room and collapsed heavily in the chair.

No one had had bothered to turn the alarm off, so it continued: screeching, screeching...

A screech of tires; headlights flashing from his side. He looked over his partner and through their window in a panic, freezing at the lights like a deer in the middle of the road.

His foot twitched, but it was too late to hit the brakes now. All he registered was a blood-curling scream in his ear, tearing through his shock enough for him to realize what was about to happen.

Heizou flinched backwards, hitting his head on the window. Eyes blown wide, he gasped, clenching his fists until he felt his nails dig into his palms. The pinpricks of pain drew him back into the present.

Someone had the sense to finally turn off that alarm, so Heizou found himself in silence. That had to be a good sign, right? If something had gone wrong, they wouldn't have time to hit the stop button. They must have stabilized them while Heizou zoned out, and switched the alarm to off so the panicked atmosphere could quiet.

“Ah, Shikanoin.” A woman's voice; the nurse from earlier. Heizou forced a grin onto his face, hoping she didn't see the redness in his eyes.

“Nurse! How are they?”

“I'm sorry, Shikanoin.” She said gravely. Her voice faded to static after those words, while Heizou stared at her, mind completely blank.

Sorry could mean a lot of things. Sorry could be for the delay in attending to them, or for the distress that they caused him. Sorry could be referring to all of the trouble he was put through, or for how long they took to tell him they were alright and alive. Yes, it had to be that last one. He couldn't dream of any other possibility.

“Shikanoin? Are you listening to me?”

“Hm? Oh, sorry I zoned out for a sec. Silly me, huh?” Heizou chuckled hoarsely. The nurse's face softened, something dangerously similar to pity in her eyes.

“Ahem. I will repeat myself then. We attempted to resuscitate [Name] to the best of our abilities, however it seems their body has rejected the heart surgery. I'm afraid–”

“No!” He whispered under his breath. It was lost, among the discordant sounds of the hospital, drowned out by phantom wailing of alarms, footsteps pounding against tiles, and that damned beep singing in his head.

The quiet protest couldn't stop the next four words.

“They didn't make it.” The nurse bowed her head respectfully, but the gesture was hollow. She was already subtly gathering the papers in her clipboard, ready to move to the next patient. Perhaps some part of him felt kinship with it; that sort of dull desensitization was common amongst detectives too, particularly ones that dealt with death on a daily basis. He could almost see himself, quietly reassuring a victim's wife that he would do his best to solve the murder of her husband, before he methodically moved on to the next case that fell on top of his desk.

It was ironic then, that he found himself being the one comforted now.

“I'm sorry for your loss, Shikanoin.” Heizou couldn't bring himself to respond, still staring blankly at the nurse.

She exchanged some words with a doctor emerging from the room, before vanishing back through a door. Heizou's hands fell into his lap, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He wasn't crying anymore, he noticed absently. Some part of him knew the news would settle in soon and he would crumble. He was a building on the verge of collapse, waiting for a single frail breeze to send him crumbling.

The rest of the hospital was gone. All that was left was a single sound.

One beep. Constant, and echoing in his ears.

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[whoistartaglia]

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this turned into a longer fic than anticipated, but i so love how it turned out

loves me, loves me not.

“loves me,” you whisper under your breath, “loves me not. loves me, loves me not. loves me…” you trail off. you only have one more petal left.

you fling the mostly barren flower to the ground behind you and grab another one from the vase.

“loves me—“

“[name]?”

you startle and turn around, hiding the flower you’re currently working on behind your back. heizou stands here, the previously discarded flower caught in his hand. the several others are scattered on the floor.

“heizou! hi.”

“hi?” it comes out like a question. “what are you doing?” heizou asks, tilting his head.

“nothing! just…admiring the flowers you gave me.”

admiring was putting it very, very mildly. you were laying down with heizou before you decided to get a drink of water, before you decided to play a stupid game of loves me, loves me not, with one of the flowers in the bouquet heizou brought home for you. but play stupid games and win stupid prizes, and all of yours have been a series of “loves me not.”

“admiring them by ripping them to pieces and leaving them on the floor?”

“it’s my special way of showing appreciation.”

heizou laughs. “then i’m very glad you haven’t done this to me.” he comes around you and looks accusingly at the vase. “i do believe this was full not even an hour ago, darling.”

you twist the flower you’re still holding nervously. “are you mad?”

“no,” heizou responds. he nods to the flower. “you keep getting loves me nots?”

“how did you know?”

“i’m a detective. i’m very good at these things.” he gives a pointed look at the floor. “there’s also that.” he doesn’t mention that your guilty smile was enough without all the incriminating evidence lying around.

“i’ll do it for you.” heizou snatches your flower. “okay. ready?”

“heizou, i’ve done it a million times—“

“and do you believe i actually don’t love you?”

“no.”

“then humor me.” he clears his throat very dramatically, and removes the first petal. “loves you.” another petal. “loves you.” another. “loves you.”

you interrupt him, “you’re doing it wrong, heizou.”

he laughs, the sound of trees dancing in the wind, flowers ruffling in the breeze.

“no,” he says, ripping the remaining petals off and repeating the same line, “i’m not.”

[averageallogene]

Going through his predecessor's case files one lazy afternoon, Heizou comes across a case involving you, a childhood friend and his first puppy love.

The more the detective reads into the case, the more convinced he is that you are innocent. He decides to reopen the case discreetly and finds out you were framed by your best friend who has fallen in love with your then arranged marriage partner. And she had wasted no time in marrying him after you were incarcerated.

Presenting his new evidence to Sara, Heizou has you released from your wrongful imprisonment.

HEIZOU ♡⊹˚ I promise [SFW]

fem. reader (3rd person) ; angst to fluff, I suppose?

3k words.

notes. Slowly trying to finish these out so I can open my asks again. Still, I hope this buildup is satisfactory~ Enjoy ✧˖°.

The streets of Inazuma hadn't felt so quiet in a long while, despite all the noise happening around him. Normally, the detective would have a lot to do, yet strangely, there was no case that needed his attention. A good thing, right? Of course, Heizou was glad that there was a moment of peace, even if for an instance. Still, he was a detective, and for a detective without a job to solve, he felt restless. And when he felt restless, he found himself thinking back to less than favorable memories. He despised that.

"Come on, let's go get some dango!" A young boy shouted to a girl around his age, the pair running through the streets hastily to their destination. Heizou couldn't help but feel his expression soften, his gaze following them as he walked slower.

"Come on Hei!" He remembers the nickname she'd given him, holding his wrist tightly as they would evade through the other pedestrians.

"I'm going! Slow down." He responded, a smile ever present as she only denied him and went even faster. 

"And miss out on the fresh batch of dango? Nuh huh!" 

He remembers how [F/N] had always loved dango. It was always something they would get whenever they had the extra mora, and the bright smile she would always have never failed to make him in turn smile. 

She also loved to go and have a long look through all the stalls, talking about how she would love to one day run her own business. [F/N] also deeply enjoyed playing kemari like the children near him were doing, unbeknownst to her, always winning because Heizou let her. 

He could only sigh, his expression returning to a frown. There was no denying how deeply he missed her, yet he had no idea what had been of her. Last time he knew, she was engaged to marry, and Heizou could only watch from the sidelines, supporting her to the fullest whenever his busy schedule let him. Before the wedding though, she had suddenly vanished, and Heizou could no longer contact her. He could only watch as her fiancé seemingly moved on, with one of her closest friends better yet.

His intuition was sharp, and if he knew anything, was that the situation was suspicious. Yet, he couldn't for a while find [F/N], and neither her friend nor her former partner wished to speak with him. He was left to ponder and brood by himself, reminiscing over his friend whilst hoping she would be alright. 

It was during one of these afternoons that, with seemingly no cases to crack, Heizou decided to go through a pile of papers that no one within the Tenryo Commission wished to go through. It mostly consisted of papers left by his predecessor, including evidence that led to nothing, testimonies that held no weight, files that described cases that were closed. Heizou's trained eye went through them all, half wishing to find something to do and some case to truly solve. And something he did find, his day ending up doing a massive flip as the sudden gale of information blew him away. 

Amidst the files he found a familiar name, it being none other than the one he'd once held so dear - [F/N]. Shock and disbelief washed over him as he carefully read over every little word, sitting himself up in a more comfortable manner as he deconstructed everything, piece by piece. 

It made no sense. It simply didn't. If he knew anyone, it would be his friend [F/N]. He would bet his life on her character, and attempted murder of her fiancé was one of the last crimes he would ever even humor her committing. Yet the file described it as such, the evidence, in his eyes, being nothing more than circumstantial at best. The attached papers regarded potential witnesses, yet there were no interviews done, and as such, no alibi thoroughly checked. 

It made his blood boil, yet he couldn't deny how he was biased. Even still, if no one would pick up her case, Heizou would have to do it himself. He didn't leave his office for the rest of the following day, and the days that came after, he dedicated every moment that he wasn’t eating or sleeping to making sure he went through all. Of. The. Evidence. In fact, he'd even unearthed leads no one would've even considered, painstakingly going through every little point before beginning to construct his case. 

It wasn't long after he found where she was being detained. It broke his heart to even think she was being held for something she didn't do, yet Heizou was on a mission to ensure her release. During one such day, finally, Sara had witnessed him leaving his quarters, yet no questions were asked. The mere expression he showed was enough to her to give him space, watching how he simply walked out into the streets. 

He'd managed to appoint a visit, and upon being told someone wished to see her, [F/N] couldn't even fathom who it would be. Life in prison had been rough, and even more so when there was this constant weight on her about no one believing her. No one allowed her to send letters outside, the ostracisation of being labeled a murderer rendering her completely alone. Even the guards gazed upon her with pure hatred, only speaking with her when only utterly necessary. Not even her family wished to see her, cutting her off and publicly outing her in order to save face. 

Thus, she was completely shocked upon reaching the visitation room, only to see none other than Heizou. He smiled warmly in her direction, the mere action being almost enough to bring her to tears.

"Hei?" She'd let out, almost as if hesitating it was her who he came to see. 

"Hey, [F/N]. Come, have a seat with me?" Instead he welcomed her, patting the table so she would come closer. He only watched with heartbreak as she hesitantly came closer, sitting in front of him while only gazing at him from time to time.

She looked nothing other than exhausted, broken. Her hair was disheveled, the eye bags under her eyes heavy. She'd certainly lost sleep, her skin paler to reflect her poor health. She almost hid her eyes behind her hair, head hanging low. It looked nothing like the [F/N] he remembered, Heizou doing his utmost to remain calm and soothing to her. 

"Hey, [F/N], look at me?" He'd calmly beckoned, extending his hand to her as he tilted his head gently. He watched as she obliged, finally raising her head before eventually taking his hand. "I'm sorry I've taken so long. I thought you'd simply moved away and no one would speak to me about it."

"I thought that you'd…"

"Abandon you?" He finished for her, watching how her eyes grew watery at the mere thought. It was his turn to frown, his head shaking in response. "No, no I'd never. I know you'd never do anything like this, [F/N]. Had I known earlier, I'd taken action long ago… I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, don't blame yourself." She reassured him, her tone a little lighter upon being reassured he was on her side. Finally, she thought, someone that listened to her. At that moment, it was difficult to combat the tears, his grip on her hand tightening. 

"I do blame myself…" Heizou confessed, his smile finally cracking as his eyebrows furrowed. He watched as she looked deep into his gaze, his voice lowering as he took a deep breath. "Had I been more attentive, you wouldn't have ended up here. I'm sorry [F/N], I will do absolutely everything to correct this mistake."

"Hei, you can't possibly mean…."

"I'm already constructing the case." He cut her off, his voice hushing in a tone she had so dearly missed. It held the mischievousness and passion that was so characteristically his. His fingers were now intertwined with hers, his grip confident and welcoming as he warmed her hand. "And… I know you'd perhaps rather not talk about it, but I'll need your help."

"Of course… What can I do?" [F/N] asked, her eyes finally gleaming with a hint of hope that fueled Heizou's fire.

"Can you tell me every name of every person you spoke to on the day that you were accused of committing the crime? I'll need absolutely every name, from morning until night, if you can."

"Okay… I'll try my best." She nodded her head. 

With a small notebook in hand, Heizou meticulously noted down every name, and at which time she'd spoken to them, down to what the topics of conversation were. It had been a while since, yet [F/N] did her absolute best to try and give him as much detail as she could. There wasn't a lot of time of visitation left after that, but Heizou still went through with asking if she had any idea of anyone that would wish her harm, or want her out of any picture. Of course, he had an inkling, yet he still wished to know if there were any other possible viewpoints he should consider. Unsurprisingly, she seemed to not have anyone in mind; given how she was left to rot without any contact with the outside world, it was almost a given. 

"Don't worry, [F/N]. I'll get you out of here, can you hang on just a little longer until I do?" He smiled softly. 

"Of course. Thank you Hei… Truly, thank you." She smiled genuinely to him, her heart beating with hope after such a long while. 

"Good, I knew you could do it. Before I go, though…" Heizou carefully went through his pocket, before asking her to hold her arm out for him. 

Almost reluctantly she did, eyeing him curiously before watching how he gently wrapped something around her wrist. Her lips parted and she gasped upon noticing it was a small bracelet, one of bright and small pearls that reflected an ethereal sheen. 

"Are these-?"

"Yeah, they're pearls from Watatsumi Island." Heizou's smile was enough to make her heart skip a beat, his hand still holding hers in place with a kind touch. He lifted his other arm before revealing he now held a similar one to his own wrist, delighting in the way a smile bloomed on her face. "I promise you, [F/N]. I'll get you out of here, and then I'll take you to Watatsumi just like we wished to when we were younger."

"You kept them all these years…" She laughed softly, reminiscing on how she had once given him a pair of bracelets as a gift - the second one being a precaution, in case he were to lose the first one. 

"Of course I did!" He feigned hurt over her statement, the pair laughing shortly before quieting down. In an act of bravery he tucked some hair behind her ear, smiling with a softer touch to his features now. "Wait for me, [F/N]. I'll do you justice."

"Thank you Hei… I'll wait for as long as needed."

Bias be damned, his fire was all consuming, raging as the detective roared through the evidence without any mercy. All his time, energy and dedication was now spent on a single case, the others being given to his colleagues as he rarely was seen out of his office if not out interviewing witnesses. Heizou watched, he studied, he learned. Most witnesses were cooperative, the very few that hadn't been interviewed showcasing worry for the young girl that had seemingly attempted to commit murder. Coincidentally, or rather not, their testimonies hadn't been brought to the table, leaving him with a lot of important details that could completely shift the perspective of the case. He could feel it, the resolve of it all was at his fingertips, the truth nearly shining through as he finalized compiling all the evidence. 

All that was left was a real culprit behind this framing, but that he already had. From the shadows he watched, his eyes cold and unforgiving as he studied them for days. He watched as [F/N]'s once best friend behaved, living her life seemingly unbothered with no one other than who was once her fiancé. Jealousy… It fit right into the final puzzle, all Heizou needed was a compelling argument, and most of all, a confession. 

But oh, how lucky. The winds seemed to bless his days, for the following events lined up almost too perfectly! A case of fraud came to his hands in which [F/N]'s former fiancé was accused, leading him oh but no choice! to investigate their home to clear his name. Perhaps he was being too dirty in his work, yet at that point, he didn't care. He knew he had the culprit, he only needed for it to be truly undeniable to his superior. And as luck would have it, the fiancé was cleared, the fraud being traced back to his business partner. But oh? What would he find in the same box where he'd found this evidence, but a diary that belonged to none other than his wife? Casually he flipped through it, reading every entry, before finally finding the last piece he needed. 

A single page had been ripped out, the rest of the diary being used as normal. Yet with nothing more than a little charcoal, Heizou was meticulously able to reveal a cute little entry that overlapped the one that was written in the page, an entry that was more than enough to what he needed. The writing was the same, the construction of the phrases followed the same patterns. There was no denying it.

With it, he had everything needed. He had a confession, a confession that had been ripped out from a diary and disposed of to cover the truth. A confession that spoke of the true culprit behind [F/N]'s case, fueled by jealousy of what her best friend couldn't have if she wasn't taken out of the picture. He had witnesses, a rock solid alibi. It had been difficult, but he'd found an older lady that could vouch for [F/N]'s innocence - at the time of the supposed attempted murder, she had been helping her with cleaning her estate, contradictory to what had been spread.

He had everything, and as such, he finally felt it was enough to present the case to Kujou Sara. His superior knew that it had to be something serious for Heizou to dedicate so much time on, and as such, she listened carefully, a few other members of the Commission accompanying her. It took a while, the process was grueling, yet a decision was made.

[F/N] was innocent, wrongly convicted. 

Kujou Sara herself went to the prison where she was held, ordered her immediate release. The woman offered her a sincere apology, promising her name to be cleared without much delay as well as a hefty sum of mora as compensation for her wrongful time spent in jail. Heizou was there waiting for her as well, offering her a place to stay until it was safe for her to return to the public eye. 

Never had an embrace felt so warm, the young detective holding her tightly while allowing her to freely cry.

It didn't take long before such a freeing moment finally arrived. The Raiden Shogun herself had been presented the evidence, and after the fact, she ordered a letter be written to announce [F/N]'s wrongful conviction and innocence. Under Her Almighty's name was the young woman deemed innocent, and to those that wouldn't view her as such from that moment on could expect retribution were they to try anything. Only under such a statement would the public be swayed, for if their Archon vouched for an innocent life, they themselves could vouch as well - a twisted point of view, for Heizou, yet it was all that could be done thanks to Kujou Sara. 

The fresh air of Narukami hadn't ever felt so liberating. It had been a long while since [F/N] had been able to walk through the streets, Heizou accompanying her as they held hands for her to feel more reassured. His warm squeeze would often bring her back to reality, the reality that she couldn't help but question, after all, she was free?  Her eyes would wander around with a small smile, basking in everything she could see while she was still unaware of everything - Heizou figured it was still too early for her to know who had been the cause of her false incarceration; she deserved to first savor her freedom before taking time to process everything else. 

"I can't believe I'm free… And it's all thanks to you, Hei." She smiled his way, her face finally gleaming with the light he so much adored. 

"You don't have to mention it. I promised, didn't I?" He in turn smiled back, bringing her ever so closer, basking in her presence as they remained with their hands intertwined. 

"Yes, you did." [F/N] giggled. "And you promised you'd take me to Watatsumi, too." 

Despite the clear tease, he nodded his head with full confidence. "Indeed. Our trip is next week, okay? Don’t forget to start packing." He basked in delight at how she seemed taken aback, him in turn laughing melodiously. "I already have the tickets, and a wonderful little house where we can stay. I can't wait to show you all the best sights!"

"You could've told me! I didn't want you to pay for everything!' [F/N] whined, eyebrows furrowing as the blush on her face deepened in color.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head." Heizou cooed, smiling innocently enough before he added with a hum. "Though, if you wish to repay, I'll gladly take some fresh dango as payment?"

"Deal!" She nodded her head, before holding his hand tighter and beginning to walk faster. "Let's go then, I'll buy you all the dango you want!"

"Oh? How generous!" He laughed merrily, the dreamy smile on his face never leaving his face as he basked in the similar scenario of his younger days. 

Yes, some dango and green tea sounded like a great, delicious way to celebrate another solved case.

[apompkwrites]

the hiyori case || shikanoin heizou

masterlist characters: heizou genre: angst contains: reader death, swears, spoilers for heizou's hangout events summary: as aether sorts through the files after becoming heizou''s supervisor for the day, he discovers a case that seems to be of great importance to the great detective. notes: before i go through with that 5wirl idea, i wanted to keep up my tradition of writing characters for the first time with angst :)

aether stood by the case files, thumbing through the pages of ones that caught his (or paimon's) eye. he finds himself rolling his eyes at the "prince of mischief" that he and paimon so "cleverly" deduced to be the one and oni they had come to know. he lets out a light chuckle at the thought of gorou being called out to help search for the missing dogs in ritou. he raises an eyebrow, amused at the uncreative title of "heizou talks fraud".

however, paimon finds a case file tucked away among the rest of them that seems to catch her eye.

"aether! aether!" she cries out, letting out quiet grunts as she shimmies the bundle of papers out of the shelf. she flies over to aether, waving it in the air. "let's look at this one!"

"what's got you so excited over this one?" aether hums, raising a brow as he grabs the file from his companion.

"it looks really serious! unlike the other ones we read," paimon points out, gesturing towards the messy title written on the cover. "see?"

aether swats at paimon's hand which covers the title due to her jittery movements. he stares for a moment before pursing his lips. unlike the others, there was no real hint at what the actual case was about.

the hiyori case was written hastily, the letters barely legible. aether simply nods before opening the file, his eyes quickly scanning over the contents of the first page.

the hiyori case: in the early hours of XXXX, the body of (l/name) (name) was found on shikanoin heizou's doorstep.

"what?!" paimon cried out, scurrying away from reading over aether's shoulders. aether jumps at the shrill scream, much like the others surrounding the area. heizou shoots the two a curious look before his eyes land on the file in aether's hands. the complaint letter he had previously received was crumpled in his fist before falling to the ground.

"where..." heizou had a question on the tip of his tongue before he shook his head. he already knew the answer. he let out a shaky breath before grabbing aether's wrist, dragging the traveler behind his workplace. once he let go, he crossed his arms, his eyes averted and staring at the floor. "...well?"

"huh?"

"out with it," he huffed. "you read the case, right?"

"ah, only the first part," aether muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "we... we don't have to look at it. i can put it back and we can talk about--"

"no," heizou interrupted, quickly shaking his head. "this case... it's already been solved."

"huh? so why is it in the case files?" paimon asked, tilting her head curiously. "paimon thought the case files over there were unsolved?"

"i... never had the heart to get rid of it," heizou responded, finally looking back up. "just... go ahead and read it."

"you sure?"

heizou only nodded.

the hiyori case: in the early hours of XXXX, the body of (l/name) (name) was found on shikanoin heizou's doorstep.

shikanoin heizou was not named as the prime suspect as he had been under direct watch the night of (l/name) (name) death as shown in the autopsy.

the autopsy report of (l/name) (name): the deceased, (l/name) (name), police station detective, rank doushin. clothes torn at time of death consistent with injuries. bruises and cuts from a knife found on the body. the victim's blood was found to have created a trail to shikanoin heizou's doorstep, beginning outside the archway leading to the shikanoin residence. cause of death is found to be loss of blood derived from the various cuts and stab wounds found on the victim.

aether could only wince at the details of the autopsy, shivering at the photos attached alongside it. the cruel sight of a (h/color)-haired individual sprawled out helplessly on the cobblestone path. their left arm was stretched above them, as if they were reaching out for something.

shikanoin heizou's testimony: the last time i saw (name) would have been the day before they... y'know. they said they were going to continue their investigation on the missing caravan. something about having a lead that they wanted to pursue. i... i offered to go with them. i mean, i wasn't doing much. well, that's a lie. i just wanted to go with them. but kujou sara had been watching over me to make sure i got my reports done so i had to stay the entire night. i didn't go home. i really wish i did.

aether glanced up at heizou who was fiddling with the accessories on his clothes. paimon let out a quiet hum, her eyes looking up at heizou as well.

"poor heizou," she cooed, holding her hands behind her back. "do you think he and (l/name) (name) were close?"

"judging by his reaction when he saw the file..." aether let his eyes go back to the file in his hands.

the missing caravan case: the missing caravan case was the last case (l/name) (name) had investigated prior to their death. the case involved a caravan that had been reported missing by the international trade association. the caravan was en route from ritou to inazuma city. the contents were reported to be financial reports as well as various goods that had been surrendered to the association. (l/name) (name) had a lead that they had been unable to submit a report on before their death.

"so they had a lead on a missing caravan?" paimon hummed, turning to aether. "would that have been reason for their death?"

"maybe..." aether's assumptions proved to be right when they caught heizou uncomfortably shuffling in front of him.

(l/name) (name)'s message: heizou, i know kujou sara's been breathing down your neck lately. i told you to get your reports done and not to put them off! maybe next time you'll listen to me! anyway, after i figure out this lead, i'll head home. you probably won't be able to until morning, but hopefully i'll be awake to see you! i can make you some tonkatsu if you want! make sure you don't sleep on your desk! you'll get back problems before you even hit your mid-life crisis!

"they sent a message to heizou, huh?" paimon pointed out. "you know, this seems like a friend message between coworkers... almost a bit too friendly."

...so that's how it is, aether thought to himself, a tight feeling in his chest as he flipped the page.

conviction of hiyori xxxx: the suspect, hiyori xxxx, 22 years old, unemployed. hiyori was unemployed and, as such, took up underground jobs intercepting caravan routes and stealing its contents. his latest job to intercept an international trade association caravan en route to inazuma city was discovered by detective (l/name) (name). a knife was found in hiyori's possession. (l/name) (name)'s dna remained on the blade. upon interrogation, he confessed to the murder. for the crime of felony murder against an official, hiyori xxxx is hereby sentenced to death. punishment will be carried out upon an official's request. said official shall be whoever signs this file. this file shall be kept as evidence. signed: kujou sara.

"oh! kujou sara signed it!" paimon gasps, patting aether's shoulder. the traveler merely nods before closing the file, tucking it under his arm. heizou's eyes shot up to meet aether's.

"ah, you finished so soon?" he hummed softly, the confident and snarky tone missing from his voice. "so? any questions?"

"the victim, (l/name) (name)..." aether trailed off for a moment. "how did you know them?"

"they were my... partner, you could say," heizou chuckled, crossing his arms. "we worked together even before ending up with the police. we just sort of stuck together."

"that can't be all!" paimon pouts, gesturing to the file in aether's arm wildly. "the files had a message from the victim addressed to you!"

"heh, you caught me," heizou laughed, his shoulders slumping. "mmm we were partners, i wasn't lying on that. i'd say they were the best partner i ever had."

"what about the missing caravan case?" aether was quick to change the subject, much to paimon's dismay.

"(name) had been obsessed with that case. i had a hunch but i never knew why for sure. i wish i took that case from them, that much i'm sure of."

"and the suspect was hiyori... something," aether pointed out. "the first name's all crossed out."

"i found him," heizou nodded, his eyes glaring daggers at the file. "i found that bastard and begged for kujou sara to put him to death. i wanted him dead because he left them for dead. a low life like him didn't deserve to rot in jail."

"heizou's... really intense about this, huh?" paimon mutters under her breath.

"i crossed his name out. he doesn't deserve to be known either," heizou continued. "you saw that photo of (name), right? in front of ou... my house?"

aether simply nodded.

"they crawled their way there. they could have lived that night if i got home quicker or... or if that bastard didn't track them down and stab them again."

aether handed the file off to paimon before stepping closer to heizou, placing his hand against the detective's arm. he didn't say anything and opted to stand there in silent comfort.

"they... this case was the reason i do what i do now," heizou muttered, his voice wavering. "i stare at that case every damn day because i try to forget it's there only to see it again. i want to get every case done the right way because... because i worry about that case."

"worry about what?" paimon asked, her head tilting slightly.

"that i was wrong," heizou clarified. "i worry that i begged for a person to die for a crime they may not have done. i look over the clues the police station has every time i can because i might have missed something last time. and every time i have to look at their face. not the one i have framed at home but the one that's battered and bloodied on the concrete in front of my house."

heizou clutches onto aether's arm which was the closest thing he could grab for stability.

"they were the best partner i could ever ask for, aether... and the archons know that i miss them and would trade everything in the world just to come back home to them like they would expect me to..."

ending: the detective duo

"they were the best partner i could ever ask for."

[oscenne]

“nothing more, nothing less” (pt. 1) | genshin headcanons

A series of cottagecore! au headcanons with a few of the short male Genshin characters. There might be some OOC because I wanted to try and write something happy, and because I have yet to get a grasp on some of the characters’ personalities haha

Anyway, these are just my own speculations for each character so I apologize if anything upsets you; I’m planning to write the taller Genshin men later.

Notes: gender neutral reader, fluff, headcanons

Characters: Albedo, Gorou, Heizou, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Venti, Xiao

Part two: link

Albedo

Naturally, Albedo loves to paint

Anything from the flowers outside, to the fresh fruit on the table, or you, he’ll paint it

There’s a 100% chance there’s a special room dedicated to the many paintings he’s done of you

When Albedo’s running low on paint, he’ll take you to get more paint with him

He stopped getting paint from the town, as that was too long of a drive away, and resulted to using the wild berries in the backyard

With matching baskets, the two of you will spend almost a day looking for fruits to mash into paint

Only to be distracted by the wildflowers growing around

“______, do you think these will look nice on the dinner table?”

“My, what a beautiful color. I’m sure they will look lovely in our home.”

Speaking of flowers, Albedo likes to journal down anything that catches his eye

He likes researching about the many mushrooms he encounters when walking through the forest, or the shiny rocks by the lake, or the difference of leaves from one plant to another

He’ll take you on his little nature walks as well, since he doesn’t like seeing you cooped up in the house all day

“Do you see this plant, ______? Whenever I touch it, I feel an itchy sensation on my skin.”

Gorou

As we all know, Gorou is a dog, and dogs like to chase things

He likes chasing after the butterflies that fly near the marigold bushes

He likes chasing after the dragonflies that zip past the lake

He even likes chasing after the squirrels that sit on the fence

You get the gist of it, right?

Because as the Guardian of your little kingdom, Gorou will do anything to protect it

On days when he’s not busy protecting your home, the two of you will be playing in a meadow or finding food for dinner

“It’s important that we don’t forget even the most simple essentials, ______.”

In his free time, Gorou likes to sleep in the sun

He likes the feeling of the warm light touching his skin; kissing his cheeks and patting his head as he lays in its comfort

When you’re not busy, he’ll ask if you want to join him

“It’s warm today ______, let’s enjoy the warmth together.”

Heizou

In truth, the quiet atmosphere really bores him

Heizou lives for the excitement of cracking a case, but as far as he knows, there aren’t much mysteries to solve in a place that’s calmer than its waters

He spends his time inside most of the time, challenging you to a few puzzles or board games he found in the closet

“Think you’ll be able to outsmart me, _____?”

If the puzzles and board games get too repetitive, the two of you will play hide-and-seek

Being able to use clues to find your whereabouts or hints to where your next hiding spot is is something Heizou really enjoys doing

Every once in a while you two will switch roles, but Heizou prefers being the seeker rather than the hider, he likes to test your knowledge

“It seems you did outsmart me, who would have thought?”

“I’ll be the hider this time ______, but this doesn’t mean I’ll be going easy on you!”

Heizou likes to read a lot

He likes reading anything from murder mystery stories to the strange cases written from the daily newspaper

He also likes making up his own stories too

Right before bed, that’s when he’ll tell them to you

“But the frog told Mrs. Parsley that he never touched her pie! Alright ______, now who do you think was telling the truth?”

Kazuha

Kazuha is very nature-esque

He’ll be outside enjoying the sound of the birds or the buzzing of a bee

He’ll be sitting by a little pond with tiny tadpoles in it, while stroking a leaf in his hand

Kazuha likes autumn the best

Everything goes from a bright green to mellow yellows and reds

The warm tones remind him of how calming your presence is

On sunny days, sometimes you’ll see him petting the chickens or following baby ducklings back to their pond

When you’re not busy, you and Kazuha will be laying outside in the soft grass, playing with each other’s hair as the wind swirls through the air

“Today is a beautiful day, ______, but spending time with you has made it far more wonderful.”

On rainy days, Kazuha stays inside and writes poetry for you to read

In return, he’ll ask you to write him something too

“If you don’t know what to say, you can always ask me for help. Unless, you want your words to be a surprise for me.”

Scaramouche

Scaramouche is quite the sour boy

So he’ll never admit how soft he becomes when you’re around him

He really enjoys making flower crowns with you

The delicate-ness of the petals, the softness of your hands as you place the ring of flowers on his head, the scent of your freshly washed clothes, the warm feeling of your body getting too close to his…

All of it makes him weak on the knees

He thinks it’s an ugly feeling, but you think it’s funny

“Whatever, I never wanted to make stupid flower crowns with you anyway.”

You recently introduced Scaramouche to flower pressing

He called your idea dumb, but every once in a while he’ll be outside picking flowers so he can make pretty flower bookmarks for you

When you ask him what he’s doing outside for so long, he’ll turn away and ask you why you were stalking him

“It’s not nice to spy on people, ______.”

Venti

Venti loves apples as much as he loves wine, but he loves you even more

Of course he’s taking you apple picking

The feeling of the wind and the rustling of the tree leaves, that’s when the best apples are ready to be picked

“Ooh, there’s so many things we can make together! Cider, pie, cake, and they can all be apple flavored, hehe!”

Venti’s passion for wine and apples is so strong, sometimes he forgets you’re in his life too

“Don’t worry, ______, I still love you! Besides, nothing compares to the sweetness of your smile~”

As a musician, of course, Venti likes to write songs for you

Or he’ll be humming a random tune while sitting with you on the porch swing

It’s not often this happens, but when Venti’s in the mood he’ll go sing to the animals outside

You thought it was weird, because every time, they’d end up scared and would run away

But he told you it was just practice before he’d preform his songs in front of you

“As you know, practice makes perfect! Now stop peeking! You’ll get to hear the song later.”

Xiao

Xiao is a quiet person

He enjoys the silent atmosphere a lot

It’s the first time in his life he’s felt so at ease with himself

Though, he prefers when the sun isn’t out

Gazing up at the stars makes him feel tiny, but seeing you by his side makes him feel less intimidated

He likes the cold feeling of the wind brushing through his hair as he rests his head on your shoulder

“I wish I could stay like this with you forever, ______.”

But there’s something else that comes out at night

At first, he thought it was a fly

It was tiny and brown, and it made an annoying buzzing noise

Until he tried to swat it away

A bright green glow emerged from it, and then, as if on cue, a whole blanket of bright green covered the once dark colored floor

They were fireflies

They danced around him, welcoming him and you into the night

He’s never seen anything like them, no

But they were bright, like you

Now, every night, Xiao takes you outside to see the fireflies before going to bed

“Come with me, there’s something I want you to see.”

I kinda wish I wrote more but it’s like 6 am and I have slept yet so I hope you enjoy these!! ❤️

[herwritingartcowboy]

Good writer, eh? Well..

PLEASE DO A DOM! HEIZOU X GN! READER SMUT!!! 🙏🙏

thanks 😙👍

Eh? Well here you go some Heizou smut.

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character(s): Heizou

Warning(s): Smut, Dom male, Sub Reader, Doggy Style, Office Sex

Readers Gender: Gn

This whole night started with you teasing the poor detective. You had made sly comments about his body making his face go red. You made small teasing touches to his body even going so far as to whisper in his ear.

But you would always laugh at the poor man afterwards but this night was different.

You were in his office at night while he was trying to finish up on some paper work. But you would make it hard by rubbing your foot up and down his leg as he would send glares at you but you would only smirk back at him.

That was until you went around his desk sitting on his lap ribbing your hips on his. Again you laughed but when you tried to get up Heizou had a hard grip on your hip as when you looked at him it was his turn to smirk.

You were bend over on his desk as he has been thrusting in and out of you. After all this time of teasing he had finally got the pleasure of fucking your brains out. He had grabbed you by your hair pulling you back as he wanted to see your fucked out face. As he did he bit your shoulder making sure to leave a mark.

Soon his thrust became faster he went down and kissed your lips cuming inside of you. He flopped back on his chair as slumped over his desk while his cum drip out of you. Leaving Heizou smirking, he finally got his revenge from all your teasing.

[creampuff-nonanon]

ITS ME IM THE HEIZOU SIDEBOOB ENJOYER

So um

These are my personal headcanons

- If you stare at his chest/sideboob he’ll 100% notice and tease you about it

- He’d make sure to move subtly in certain ways that will show you more of his chest and sometimes even his cute nipples ><

- Then he’d tell you he obviousely noticed and make fun of you for that :P

- Tho i think he’d let you touch him. I hc his chest and sides to be very sensitive so yeah, if he likes you he’ll be glad to indulge you. Or maybe you’re the one indulging him and this was his plan all along

YES YES YES YES YES

I wanna kiss his chest now

[cerberuscaeli]

Spooktober idea's

Bear with me, but I'm going to try and return by trying to beat my writer's block by picking up my writings, including some unfinished requests from my event. My life has been so chaotic since my summer vacation that it is just so crazy! I hope things settle down soon but I can't promise I will be fully back.

Bút with spooky month just around the corner, me into watching Destination Fear and not able to stop thinking about demon!Xiao, demon!Childe and demon!Heizou, I decided to use those themes to write a few things for October (it will be posted in October, in spooky month.) And decided to pitch those idea's with all of you. So, feel free to let me know what you think etc! (Because tbh I am excited to write some thriller / horror stuff ^.^)

A little more info about the concepts can be found underneath:

First concept:

Visiting and investigating haunted places in a more psychological way aka how Destination Fear is about but instead with the crew, it will be 3 genshin men x female reader. You guy's can suggest the places and I will do research on those (ex: searching information on the internet, looking for clips of people that have visited the place, people sharing their experiences etc and based on those things I will write around it.)

Now, of course I need to choose 3 genshin men for this and had a few men in mind and this would be the team (but please! Feel free to suggest other characters, because obviously I am favoring certain characters xD):

- Childe, the funny and joking one of the group but the one that would scream the loudest when he's alone and something happens, to afterward deny it all when watching the footage because after all, he is the 'bravest' of everyone. But would totally be the one that would provoke for interaction and when entities toy with him he is the type to react back to it etc (but still screams the loudest.)

- Xiao, the cameraman who follows the others. The more quiet one as he just does his job but does interact with the team. The one that attracts the (dark) energy and / or activity when he is on his own (cameraman or not, he will also be sent out on his own.)

- Heizou, the one that does the research on beforehand (and the only one that knows all the information and shares it the moment they arrive at the location to keep the others anticipated on purpose )

- Female!Reader, the more cynical person on the team, always tries to find a logical explanation for everything, she doesn't like to be sent out alone. Still, when things happen and she can't explain it, she does interact with the sounds/noises/interaction etc.

Second concept:

Three different fics / storylines possible to turn into a short series of drabbles, fics etc. Xiao, Childe and Heizou will all be a demon, better known as princes of Hell.

- Demon Xiao aka Alatus third prince of Hell

- Demon Childe aka Ajax / Tartaglia (I need to decide which one), first prince of Hell

- Demon Heizou, also his prince of hell name, second prince of hell.

All three are based on different songs,

• Xiao's one is based a bit on Slenderman's Lullaby and Rings around the Rosie(fun fact, it's apparantly not a children's song as it has in fact a dark history and the song is based on the plague.) But I couldn't find a better fitting song for Xiao.

• Childe's one is based on the song "Blue Knees" which comes from the horror game "MaDiSoN" (a really good game!!) But it will have a bit of an adjustment(as I will use a bit of the lore and song lyrics from the game itself), instead of Blue Knees, it's gonna be Blue Eyes (bc Childe has blue eyes.)

• Heizou's song is 'Hide and Seek' the English translation sung by Lizz Robinett (I love the song, but the original (by Ho-ong-i & and sung by SeeU in Korean.) is a little bit better imo, but the translation explains the story of the song.)

[komelrebi-san]

riding genshin men>>

ooooooof i'm down bad oh shit

tw: MDNI!, riding/girl on top, praise kink, degradation, size kink, squirting, p in v penetration, dummification, dacryphilia, tummy bulge, tell me if i should add more!

don't like, don't read.

they are mean, so mean. but then again, of course. you're their pretty little doll, their obedient little plaything, they can use you however then wanted, no? fuck, the sight of your cute cheeks stained with tear tracks as you babbled how it's too much for you is so pretty. they'd do anything to see you like this any day, everyday. your tummy bulged with his girth, whimpering when he laughed at you. he knew that your thighs were sore from trying to continue, and that this wasn't nearly enough for you to cum the way he can make you. but hey, where's the fun in that? he'd like to see you work for it.

HEIZOU, lyney, KAEYA, BAIZHU, wriothesley, CHILDE, alhaitham, AYATO

you're on top, ey? you think you've got control? nah, you can't be more wrong. gripping your hips with large hands, they are practically slamming you down on his cock, groaning at the way you whined, at the way your cunt sucked him back in, at the way you cried out his name when you squirted all over his lower abdomen and his pelvis. pointy canines grazed your neck as he sucked the supple skin of your neck, strong grip leaving behind angry red crescent shaped marks with his nails, hips rutting up into you. oh, and he won't be stopping anytime soon. but hey - he doesn't forget to praise you for doing so well and taking him.

ITTO, ZHONGLI, diluc, WRIOTHESLEY, TIGHNARI, wanderer, alhaitham, cyno

so...you wanna take control? oh honey, you have all the control over them, you've got them wrapped around your little finger! tie them up, blindfold them, choke them - go ahead, they'll let you do anything. go ahead and use them as you please. they are crying from how good it feels, because you've been going at it for hours, yet you weren't stopping. it's too much, they've cummed so many times it hurts, it hurts! but fuck, it felt so good, please please please don't stop. they can barely form coherent words, archons, they can barely even think from how good it felt. only broken moans left their swollen lips as they cried, fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

NEUVILLETE, GOROU, VENTI, kunikuzushi, albedo, KAVEH, thoma, KAZUHA, XIAO

[anantaru]

𝗔𝗪𝗞𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗧 !

˖˚˳⊹ awkward sex moments feat. itto : heizou : ayato x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : crack

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢

Bed shaking angrily while the headboard slammed multiple times against the wall behind it, echoes of lewd noises bouncing off the room. Your legs thrown lazily over Itto's shoulders as he recklessly pounded into your perfect little cunt he so very much desired. You were barely comprehending anything anymore, far too gone from the immense pleasure he inflicted on your body while chanting his name like a lost prayer.

You just needed a way to hold onto something for support, though you didn't actually mind getting wrecked like a rag doll every once in a while. Though from one moment to the other Itto had stopped moving completely. More so he was desperately trying to get away from you, basically pushing himself off the headboard as you had a complete dumbstruck expression painted across your face, for a moment thinking if you did something wrong or hurt him.

"Itto, are you okay?" you saw the distress and frustration in his eyes as you suddenly noticed where he was looking at, glancing over the headboard yourself, "My stupid horns got stuck into the stupid headboard, I can't get them stupid out please help me." YOU TRIED to take the situation seriously but broke completely down in tears from all the laughing he caused you, "OUCH! it hurts, help me!"

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

Your bodies were in sync, your hips giving Heizou enough space to fuck your brains out, and he did. One of his hands held onto your thigh to keep you in place while the other one was holding onto your neck, holding you in a light chokehold but without actually inflicting pain on you. He just couldn't understand how he got this horny today. Listen, you're always making him go crazy but today was feeling different. He was much more sensitive than usual, and his cock was so unbelievably hard and angry, knowing he won't hold out much longer and bury all his seed into you greedily.

The passion that went through Heizou's mind took over his body in an instant as he moved over in lightning speed towards your face to kiss you, literally lightning speed because the moment he did, a weird sound occurred to the both of you and it wasn't any weird moan or anything. More likely did it sound like someone bowling in a bowling alley and hitting a strike.

"Ouch! Heizou what the hell! You headbutted me!" you rubbed your hand against your forehead, a small red dot appearing right in the middle of it. "I‘m sorry I-" Heizou was at loss of words, for a brief second he couldn't comprehend a single thing and just looked at you like a lost puppy.

But how you rubbed your forehead while narrowing your brows to adjust to the pain he just started laughing at you, it was way too hilarious. The situation was only awkward if you made it one so you whined out laughingly at him while continuing to rub the red spot. Heizou quickly threw the blanket over your naked bodies and kissed your forehead all lovingly, whispering a soft - 'm sorry, got too excited - into your ear.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢

It didn't happen often that Ayato would be home early, normally he'd always come home way too tired in the middle of the night at some random hour. But tonight was different, because he took off time just to see you! Lets face it, the both of you haven't seen each other in a while since he was busy with his duties and you had your own stuff coming up, in short, you couldn't wait to get your hands on each other.

Not even remembering how you got bend over so fast, it almost happened in a heartbeat. Ayato's hands both laid flat on your butt as he thrusted into you, balls slapping against your ass while you held onto the headboard for support. Your juices were coating him so fucking nicely as a soft white ring began to appear on his cock, which made him realize you were very much close, as he was.

Ayato picked up on pace in an instant, pushing your body against the mattress even further and fucking your brains out. You held onto the fresh bedsheets as you screamed his name so fucking desperately and ready to orgasm all over him when you heard him curse out in between hard breaths. "Ah." he pulled out instantly as you turned around, overly confused with what had happened as you watched your lover hold onto his thigh, "I got a cramp, shit."

You tried to hold back your emotions for a second but bursted out laughing regardless, hiding your mouth with your hand. "Stop laughing." he responded while breaking down laughing himself. "That really hurts, i'm being serious."

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[stellar-skyy]

I JUST DESPISE YOU - Heizou x reader

i. SUMMARY: There is no one you hate more than Shikanoin Heizou. ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: None! iii. NOTES: Enemies to lovers, detective!reader, gn!reader, 0.8k words. iv. A/N: Okay I know Heizou doesn't canonically wear nail polish but HE SHOULD HE DESERVES IT.

Shikanoin Heizou was, without any trace of doubt, the easiest person to hate.

How could you not hate him, with his smooth words laced with subtle smugness, like he always knew something that you didn’t; with the way he picked apart your theories until they were completely frayed apart by his ‘intuition’?

And how could you not hate that delicately crafted face, all soft features artfully arranged like a priceless work of art? His eyes, that were big and doe-like, the softest shade of olive green that you’ve ever laid eyes on. And underneath them, twin moles that dotted across his face, beauty marks in the truest sense of the word.

His hair was especially hateable, with how it loosely hung in choppy layers and framed his face, in a shade of beautifully rich wine-red. And of course it was pulled behind him, hanging across the back of his neck, just waiting to be untied and spilled across his shoulders.

More than anything, you hate the way he stared at you with those piercing eyes of his; how he always met your gaze with a hint of a challenge in his smirk, and a huff of laughter every time he managed to get under your skin.

(How he looked at you gently, with the barest flicker of reverence reflected across his eyes, staring at you like you were a puzzle box just waiting to be solved.)

“Quiz time,” Heizou croons, leaning forward in his chair. He rests his elbows against the desk and cups his cheek in his hands, rhythmically tapping along his cheek in pattern only he seemed to understand. “Why is my dear co-worker looking so sour today?”

You let out a sigh. “I am fine.”

“Mm, but my intuition tells me something is on your mind. And you know what they say—” Heizou’s smile widens minutely. “—My intuition is never wrong.”

“You say that.”

“Other people say that too.”

You don’t bother that with a retort, only scoffing in disbelief. Heizou’s face shifts into a frown, and he moves his arms to rest folded across his chest.

“They do. See—” He raises his voice, calling over to another detective across the room. “Hey, Uesugi. Is my intuition ever wrong?”

“No, sir!”

“Exactly.”

“So you have a fanboy. Big deal. That doesn’t mean you don’t make mistakes.”

“Shall we put that to the test, then?” Heizou asks. He stands; pausing to stretch his arms, exposing the barest sliver of skin around his waist. “Let’s see~”

Heizou approaches your desk, surveying its contents. For a second you wonder if you would be able to sweep away the junk lying across it, if only to avoid Heizou’s scrutiny. “Messy. Messier than usual.”

“This is how it always looks—”

“Lie.”

You scowl at him, hoping that your irritation makes him reconsider whatever game he’s playing. It, of course, does not.

“You also came in late today. When you did finally arrive, you were flustered, like you were in a rush before you left.” He recounts.

“I slept in.”

“Lie.” Heizou hums. “You’ve been late because you overslept before, and you’ve never been that on edge. Something happened that caused you to be late, but it wasn’t your sleeping habits. There is something in your life—something personal that you don’t want to share. Now, I know not to pry, so I’m not going to ask you what is wrong. But I do know for a fact that there is something wrong.”

“That 'evidence' is all circumstantial.” You protest. “It doesn’t prove anything.”

“Ah, but that brings me to the final piece of evidence—” Before you could blink, he was right in front of you. One hand—a smooth, uncalloused hand with nails painted black—reaches out and cups your cheek. His touch is light, barely ghosting across your skin, as he uses the tip of his finger to brush across the space underneath your eye.

“The shadows under your eyes are very dark. You haven’t slept in days, have you?” Heizou’s voice is quiet, and sounds startlingly genuine. Combined with the concern that practically seeped out of his expression, it was enough to send your head spinning and breath tightening in your chest. For a second, it was enough to make you think he wholeheartedly, truly cared for you.

But this was Heizou you were talking about.

Your hand stretches out of its own accord and slaps his away from your face. He looks barely affected by the sudden movement and leans back against his own desk with a satisfied expression.

“So?” Heizou prompts. The uncharacteristically gentle moment was gone, replaced with his usual bravado. “Was I right?”

“I despise you.” You hiss under your breath, rubbing under your eyes to scrub away the feeling of his hands on your face.

Heizou tilts his head, the corner of his mouth ticking upwards into a smirk. “Lie.”

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[mondaymelon]

₊⊹ 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ♡. | genshin!various x gn!reader

「 "𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐩…"」

— in which you kiss him ... accidentally, and indirectly.

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 — kazuha, gaming, FREMINET, THOMA, KAVEH, chongyun, gorou

— "Ah, wrong cup."

It's a warm morning, yet the shade of the light canopy of trees provides ample comfort. At your words, however, the amicable conversation halts. Gingerly, you place his cup back on its saucer, uttering a quiet apology. "Sorry, sorry..."

Ugh, a quiet moment with someone you'd been pining after for ages, and you likely just sabotaged any chance you had. Making someone uncomfortable is surely not a way to have someone fall head over heels for you. You cautiously glanced upwards, catching the sight of... something you didn't expect...!?

He hid in his hand, raised and flush against his face. It was rather insufficient in the whole "hiding" department, however, for you could still clearly see the fluster on his features and the red cast across the tips of his ears. Just above the cover of his fingers were his eyes, hurriedly averted from yours. His mouth was slightly ajar, but in the moments that passed, his lips moved to form whispers you couldn't quite catch.

You stood, frantic. Really, every one of your plans was going awry. "I'm sorry! I, I'll go get you a new cup-"

"He caught his hand in his before you could fully depart, clutching it tightly. His usually cool skin was warm. "N, No, I- It's fine..."

He watched your face brighten with relief as you sat back down, completely cheery again, and released a breath quietly.

Ah, how was he supposed to tell you that the mere sight of your lips touching where he had put his made his heart skip a beat?

— It simply wasn't fair.

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 — HEIZOU, KAEYA, CHILDE, venti, ayato, LYNEY

— "Wait, let me try..."

Word had gotten around of a new drink, supposedly "the best in all of teyvat"... naturally, that called for a timely visit. It didn't exactly matter who you went with, though who were you fooling, it did, and he'd been the first one that came to mind when you were drafting a letter. Now, he stood by your side, leisurely swinging his arms while he walked and smiling smugly.

The reason? The moment you reached into your pocket to fish out your wallet to pay the fee for two drinks, you'd found your pockets empty, and that's where he had swooped in, graciously handing over his mora instead. The moment the two of you exited the vicinity of the drink stall, however, he somehow materialized your wallet once more and placed it in your hands with a cat-like grin. That little... you'd be sure to treat him to a meal sometime soon, a favor like that couldn't just be gone unpaid.

...That, and it was a convenient excuse to spend another outing with him.

"Hey, you got the limited edition flavor? C'mon, give me just a sip..." You beamed when he handed said drink down towards you, taking a sip from his straw — until you realized just what you'd done, of course.

It wasn't like it was something dire, not by any means. You were rather the romantic, and the fact that... well, hadn't the two of you just kissed indirectly?

You didn't voice your thoughts, only meekly retreated after handing the bottle back to him, growing even more flustered when your fingers brushed against his in the process. He seemed to hear them, however, and a smirk made its way onto his lips.

"Oh, don't tell me you were aiming for an indirect kiss all along?"

"W- No!" Ugh, that twinkle in his eyes was dangerous. It's easy to see that he doesn't believe you in the slightest. Yet, before you can dispense another rebuttal, he reaches a hand up to your hair and makes a mess of it.

— "Aha, who knew you were so sly~"

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 — alhaitham, XIAO, albedo, diluc, neuvillette

— "Is something wrong?"

Well, not exactly "wrong", per se. Instead, there was definitely something wrong with you in particular.

The situation started off like any other would. You found the man in his usual place, and greeted him with a smile, to which he nodded in response. He was a busy person, so you'd decided to take the initiative and make him a boxed lunch, only planning to give it to him and then let him carry on with whatever tasks he needed to complete — only... hey, wasn't it too out of character of him to ask you to feed him??

He glanced up at you, his head subconsciously tilting to the side. Just with that simple movement, a figurative arrow struck your heart. "If it's too much trouble, nevermind-"

You awkwardly coughed into your fist, trying to disperse any awfully hopeful thoughts of "hey, isn't this so romantic!?" in your head — yearning for him was one thing, but projecting your imagination of him would be another entirely. "No, it's fine- I was just caught off guard, is all..." At this point, you were more so convincing yourself than him. You dipped your head in a nod to yourself. Of course, he was so swamped with duties that he couldn't spare the time to feed himself, that was the case, wasn't it?

"Here, open wide..." You took a portion of the food and lifted it up to his lips, and he ate it agreeably. Hamster. He's like a hamster, a thought you really shouldn't be having considering how his disposition was, but seeing him swiftly chewing the portion in his cheeks... you cleared your throat, only to flinch with a start upon realizing he'd taken the utensils from you. Now, he held some of the lunch up to you, gesturing it to your mouth.

"Eh, but this is for you-" You declined, yet the insistence in his gaze only grew.

"You brought it for me, so you should have some as well."

"Well... alright," not willing to bother with an argument you were not likely to win, you ate what he hovered before you gratefully, trying to ignore the way he was staring at you as you ate.

W, Wait, hold on, isn't that the same cutlery he used-

"Your face is red. Did you choke? Here, let me-"

"No, it's just that- we, just now- ah, it's nothing."

— "Mhm."

( a/n ) new post format and its silly ( i hate everything about this ) :stareyes: ahahah anyways. trying to revive myself so. you guys get ( poorly cooked ) food :>

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[crystallinestars]

How They React to Your Death

My HCs about how I think the Genshin boys would react to your death. I wanted to write Kaeya too, but ran out of steam.

This month has been terrible to me, so I was in the mood for angst. I don't know how well these turned out, but they were fun to think about.

Characters: Alhaitham, Childe, Heizou, Kaveh, Lyney, Neuvillette, Venti, Wanderer/Scaramouche, and Wriothesley

WARNING:

Reader has death descriptions. Some are more graphic than others, but I don't get into the nitty gritty details.

Spoilers for the backstories of all the mentioned boys.

MAJOR SPOILERS for Act V of the Fontaine Archon quest in Neuvillette's part.

Childe's part contains mention of suicidal thoughts.

Kaveh's and Venti's parts contain alcoholism

🎧 Alhaitham

Despite Alhaitham’s considerable wealth, no amount of money could cure your Eleazar sickness. His money could only buy treatment that prolonged your life a little bit, but ultimately your many years of battling the illness ended when he got news from the doctors that you had passed away in your sleep.

Alhaitham had accepted the news fairly quickly. He knew your death was inevitable, could see you slowly wasting away each time he visited you in the hospital over the past few months. So it was no surprise to him when the day finally came. The other patients and staff thought it strange how Alhaitham had no visible reaction to the news, but some chalked it up to shock when in truth the Scribe was simply accepting of that fact. There was no use denying something that already happened.

When Alhaitham came home that day, the house felt silent and empty. It reminded him of how the house felt when his grandmother passed away when he was younger. The sensations were similar. However, he did not cry over your death. Instead, he carried on his life as normal, or as close to it as he could now that you were no longer a part of what he considered ‘normal’.

At first glance, people thought that Haitham was unaffected by your death. Nothing about him changed. Not his mannerisms, his quality of work, or his expression. He remained the same reserved, stoic Scribe who had no time for trivial nonsense or extra work. He also never talked about you to others aside from confirming their question if you were truly gone. Alhaitham was like a well-oiled machine that worked efficiently like clockwork, keeping up the same even rhythm.

What they don’t see is how he comes home with the expectation of hearing your voice greet him upon entering, only to be faced with a defeating silence that makes his heart sink. They don’t know that Alhaitham wakes up throughout the night, expecting to find you snuggled up next to him in bed the way you used to before your sickness got worse, and you had to be hospitalized. However, you weren’t there no matter how many times he looked towards your side of the bed, and the Scribe could only sigh and try to fall back asleep while ignoring his aching heart.

No one sees how Alhaitham gets too lost in his books in the mornings and accidentally makes two cups of coffee instead of one due to force of habit. Or how, for once, he finds the silence of his house bothersome without your voice and the sounds of your activities resounding within the walls, and it’s enough to distract him from reading. He could be found reading at the House of Daena and Puspa Café more often from then on.

During his afternoon naps, Alhaitham sneaks back home and cradles your favorite blanket to mimic the sensation of holding your soft body in his arms the way he used to when you joined him for naps. He listens to recordings of you talking with him just so he can hear your voice again. He was glad he made the decision to record your voice at the hospital before you became too weak to speak. It gave him the chance to hear you one more time even if the sound of your voice made his chest hurt so much that he occasionally had to stop the recording to collect himself.

Nobody sees how Alhaitham finally picks up the fiction books you recommended him because they were your favorite. He prefers non-fiction, but these books are the last things he has left through which he could connect to your mind and way of thinking. He reads them all cover-to-cover even if he finds the story lacking or the writing not to his taste. He will learn to treasure each and every word because you once did.

What someone might see, as Kaveh did when he moved in with the Scribe, is a bookshelf filled with a few journals, a thick book with an emerald cover, and an assortment of fiction books that exist nowhere else in the house. Alhaitham never talks about these books unless asked, but their well-worn covers are a sign of frequent use, and sure enough, one can catch him reading a rare fiction book during one specific month each year.

🐋 Childe

You went missing after going out to collect some firewood in the woods near Childe’s home. A search party was arranged to find you with Childe in the lead, and he was also the first one to find your remains. Your body had been torn apart, blood and innards splattered across the snow, no doubt the work of some rifthounds. Usually, Childe would relish in such a gory sight, but not this time. Not when it’s your blood and flesh painted in the snow.

The sight leaves him numb. He’s numb when the search party comes to retrieve you, numb when he sees your parents weeping over your gruesome death, and numb when he takes on the duty of exterminating every rifthound he finds around Morepesok.

He wants to cry too, to grieve for you the way he needs, but refrains. He doesn’t want to appear weak and unreliable when his younger siblings mourn and cry over your death. You were like family to them, and your death broke their little hearts to pieces. Childe didn’t want to burden his siblings further by breaking down in front of them. He needed to remain a reliable older brother who could support them through this tough time, even when his own heart bled and he cried in his sleep when he dreamed about you.

Childe’s underlings noted that the Eleventh Harbinger became colder and more irritable after your passing. Any mention of your name would garner the speaker a harsh glare, and if Childe assumed what said person said about you was disrespectful, he didn’t hesitate to start a fight and beat the other person within an inch of their life. He became violent and unhinged, much like how he used to be when he returned from the Abyss as a fourteen-year-old boy.

Childe knew his behavior was irrational, and it pained him to see even his own family fear him due to his violent actions. He felt restless. Spending time at home among your belongings summoned feelings of longing and sadness, but even so, he couldn’t bear to throw anything away. He lived among the ghosts of your existence, however, it drove him mad with grief.

Childe needed an outlet for his emotions, so he took to fighting monsters and other strong opponents. He became even more reckless in battle. If before, the Harbinger sought out strong enemies to test his mettle against them and grow stronger as a result, now he sought out an opponent that would be worthy of taking his life.

Childe didn’t want to abandon his family. He loved them dearly and wanted to see his siblings grow up to be happy and successful people, but life without you felt so hollow. A part of him wanted to return to his family, but the sense of his family feeling incomplete never left him. You were just as much of a family to him as his siblings and parents were. He had plans to start his own family with you. But now… now, a part of him yearns to reunite with you in the afterlife. He promised he would stay by your side no matter what, and Ajax is not one to break his promises.

🔍 Heizou

Heizou was one of the first to hear about your stabbing that occurred in an Inazuman alleyway late that evening. You were rushed to a doctor to have your wound treated, but the robber who attacked you hit a vital area. Your blood loss was colossal, and it wasn’t long after arriving at the doctor’s that you succumbed to your injury.

To Heizou, the news brought on a sense of deja vu. He’s already lost a friend to crime in the past, and now he lost you to crime, too. The knowledge made him furious and heartbroken. He was angry at the robber for stabbing you just so he could steal some money that you didn’t want to part with, and he was angry at himself for failing to prevent this. After his friend passed away, Heizou swore to nip crime in the bud by discouraging criminals from committing crimes with the threat that he would find and capture them no matter what without fail. But what good did his resolve do if you still died because of an armed robber?

The heartache and guilt he felt ate away at him as the memory of your ashen face during your last few moments haunted him. He lost you. Never again would he get to spend time with you and make you laugh, kiss and hug you, or tell you he loved you.

His anger drove him to capture the murderer in record time, but hearing the criminal’s subsequent sentence for theft and murder didn’t comfort the detective. No amount of jail time would ever atone for the loss of your life.

After that day, Heizou lost his playful demeanor, becoming somber and reserved. He threw himself into his work, feeling pressured to capture as many criminals as he could in as little time as possible. However, his grief and exhaustion caused his mind to dull and make mistakes while investigating clues. It got to the point where Kujou Sara had to forcibly send him on vacation so he could take a break and properly process your death.

Despite his protests, Heizou knew he wasn’t much use in his current state, so he took this free time to visit your family and mourn together with them. He apologized for not doing a better job of protecting you, fully expecting your parents to lay blame on him for not protecting their child. To his surprise, your parents didn’t blame him at all. They even thanked him for catching the murderer and helping them to feel a little more at peace. Heizou’s interaction with your family helped him feel a tiny bit less guilty about your death.

The experience left him feeling a little less broken, so in the following days he sorted through your belongings in your shared home. He packed away some items to return to your parents, some things he put in storage, and others he gave away that he remembered you wanting to get rid of. A few of your items he kept for himself, one of which was a scarf you mentioned you bought because it was the same shade of green as his eyes which reminded you of him.

Heizou wore your scarf as a keepsake and good luck charm and would hardly be seen without it when he finally came back to work. What once served as your reminder of him, now served as his reminder of you, the person he loved with his whole being. But with the memories of you came the reminder of how you died. Though the memory was painful, it helped Heizou work up the will to keep pursuing his goal of eradicating crime. Even when the case was extremely tough with conflicting clues, your scarf would remind him to not give up, to not let another incident like yours happen again, and Heizou would persevere. He would continue to persevere no matter how long it took because he didn’t want innocent lives like yours to be snatched away so cruelly. Maybe one day, he will see you in the afterlife and proudly tell you all about how he achieved his dream. Until then, he will work hard to be worthy of the title of Inazuma’s best detective.

🍷 Kaveh

Kaveh had a lot of work to do. He was saddled with creating drafts for another large project while also trying to work on the commission for constructing a library in Aaru village for the children. Wanting to help alleviate his burden, you offered to take the finished drafts over to Aaru village yourself so he could focus on finishing up work for his other project. Kaveh tried to object, saying you really didn’t need to trouble yourself on his behalf, but you insisted, expressing your desire to help him finish his work sooner so the two of you could spend more time together again. After some deliberation, he let you go to the village by yourself, confident that you could make the trip since you accompanied him there several times before.

A few days later, Kaveh received news that you had died on your return trip from the desert. When he heard the cause of your death, his stomach roiled. You perished in quicksand just like his father. You died doing something for his sake, just like his father did.

Whatever future plans he was building together with you, whatever progress you made in helping him slowly heal from his trauma, it all came crashing down around him. Your death reopened old wounds Kaveh was only starting to heal from, as well as left new scars that tormented him every waking moment.

The first few weeks, Kaveh couldn’t stand to be in your shared home. It was full of memories of you, and each and every one of your belongings would stab at his heart like a blade. Moreover, the house felt so silent without you around. It reminded him of when his mother left for Fontaine, leaving him alone in a house too big for only him to live in. Now, he was reliving that moment all over again, but it was worse this time because, unlike his mother, he would never see you again.

Kaveh also couldn’t stand to look inside his sketchbooks. The pages were covered in various sketches of you, and looking at them only made the anguish and guilt grow in him tenfold. He blamed himself for your death, attributing it to being his fault just like he attributes his father’s death as his fault too. No matter what anyone says to console him, he will never stop believing it’s all his fault.

Fueled by guilt and self-loathing, Kaveh spent several weeks visiting Lambad’s tavern practically every day. One could even say he lived there since the architect seldom went home. He used what little money he had to buy alcohol, especially of the stronger kind. He wanted to numb the pain in his heart and to pretend that you weren’t really gone from this world. The alcohol helped to muddle his mind until his intoxicated brain conjured happy memories of you together, and Kaveh would mumble your name in a drunken haze. Other times it didn’t help, and Alhaitham, Cyno, or Tighnari could often find a drunk Kaveh quietly crying while slumped over a table and trying their best to drag him home while listening to his drunken babble of self-loathing and regret.

It will take a long time for Kaveh to feel okay again, and even then, he will never be the same optimistic and cheerful person he used to be. You were his muse, the one who made him feel like maybe he was deserving of love after all. But with you gone, he lost his creative spark. His designs no longer held the same extravagant and artistic flair they used to. Now, they’re more tame by comparison. With your passing, you took with you the little bit of joy he felt towards the world, and it seemed more bleak than it used to be when he was with you.

Kaveh refused to seek out love after your death. He’s lost too many people he held dear and has been left alone over and over again. The pain of being left behind and of feeling like he will only bring misfortune to those he cares about, made him seal off his heart. He doesn’t want to let people close to him like that again, and neither does he want to replace you. You were, and still are, very special to him.

Despite numerous years going by after your passing, Kaveh never forgot you, and he didn’t want your memory to be forgotten either. He built an art school and dedicated it to you in honor of being the one who inspired him so much in his creative endeavors. He hopes that your name will live on and continue to inspire future generations of artists long after he is gone from the world.

🎩 Lyney Having grown up in the House of the Hearth with Lyney and Lynette, the twins were practically like family to you. Though admittedly, Lyney and you developed romantic ties rather than familial ones the more you got to know each other. It was no surprise to anyone when the two of you became a couple, and Lynette even encouraged it.

Being a member of the Fatui, you were often sent out on dangerous missions to infiltrate enemy territory and report your findings back to Arlecchino. You were good at your job and had major successfully completed missions under your belt, but even the best slip up sometimes. After infiltrating enemy headquarters, you regularly reported your findings back to the House, however, one day the correspondence stopped. You went completely silent. The thought of you being caught immediately crossed Lyney’s mind, but he was hopeful that as an experienced agent, you would manage to find a way out somehow. You always have in the past, and after having worked together with you during joint missions, he saw first-hand how capable you were. To pass the time, he focused on polishing a magic trick he wanted to show you upon your return.

Days go by, and just as the magician is about to lose his patience and run off to try and find you, news about your body washing up on a riverbank reaches his ears. The heartbreak Lyney experiences upon hearing the news is indescribable. He felt lost, disoriented, and anguished. A part of him refused to believe the facts, but after witnessing the gruesome sight of your corpse, he had no choice but to face reality.

You were dead.

Lyney wondered at length about the cause of your death, and while his own guesses made his stomach knot, the autopsy report he read a few days later made him livid. Numerous torture and abuse marks were found on your body. It seemed that the enemy had captured and tortured you, hoping to force you to spill some of the Fatui’s secrets. Judging by the severity of the most recent wounds, you must have kept quiet because more brutal torture methods were used on you until the enemy figured out they wouldn’t get anything out of you, and disposed of you. Lyney knew how loyal you were to your family. You would never betray them even at the cost of your own life, but in that moment, he really wished you would have treasured your life more. Maybe then you could have survived. Maybe then he would have had the chance to hold you in his arms and tell you he missed you while you were gone. Maybe he would have had an opportunity to show off the magic trick he created specifically for your eyes only. But now, he’ll continue to miss you until the day death comes for him too. Lyney’s initial reaction upon hearing of your torture is overwhelming fury. Lynette had to hold him back from recklessly running off to take revenge against the enemy. It took a lot of reasoning on her part, but eventually, her brother calmed down.

Once his bout of anger passed, Lyney broke down. Lynette didn’t hide her own tears as she held her brother in her arms while he cried. The siblings both missed you dearly and mourned your loss, but Lyney took your death especially hard. He felt broken. One of his most precious people was taken from him in such a cruel manner, and the mere thought of how you must have spent your last few waking hours made him feel horrible.

He was anguished and angry, and the potent concoction of negative emotions weighed down on his heart and mind. Gone was his cheerful smile and outgoing attitude, replaced with a cold and somber frown. His calculative side took center stage. Though his initial burst of outrage passed, he wouldn’t give up on his desire for revenge until the act had been carried out. Aside from the twins, Arlecchino also refused to take your death lying down. You were her precious child, someone she put in a lot of love and effort to raise, and this transgression angered her as much as it angered Lyney. Together with Arlecchino, Lyney and Lynette infiltrate enemy headquarters and make every person a part of that organization pay. The magician ensures that the perpetrators experience the same pain you went through during your torture, and by the time they’re done, not a soul is left alive.

Even after exacting revenge, Lyney barely feels a smidge better. Though your captors have been neutralized and won’t hurt anyone the way they hurt you ever again, it doesn’t satisfy Lyney. At the end of the day, all he wants is to have you back in his life. He consoles himself with pieces of your clothing. Your clothes smelled like you, and Lyney hugged one of your items every night, breathing in your scent and soaking the material with his tears as he quietly cried. It takes a long time for Lyney to get himself together and act like himself again. Though he could easily put on a fake smile for his audience, his heart still aches inside. He misses you no matter how many months go by, and Lynette has her hands full comforting him when he breaks down at night and cries about how much he wants to see you. Lyney would have had an easier time accepting your death if you had passed away more peacefully, but knowing you were tortured to death will forever haunt him.

Once he feels more like himself, Lyney incorporates the magic trick he originally wanted to show you upon your return into his magic shows. He only performs it during special occasions so it would leave a great spectacle upon his audience. It was once made to awe you, but now it awes his audience, and a part of him feels some semblance of catharsis in knowing he could inspire others to feel the same joy you made him feel using just this trick. At times like these, Lyney feels as if a part of you was still there with him, enjoying the show he secretly dedicates in your honor.

⚖️ Neuvillette

You were visiting your friend Navia in Poisson, when the Primordial Sea flooded the area and caused a great catastrophe that took the lives of many of its residents. Neuvillette was aware you were in Poisson when the disaster struck, and he tried to get there as quickly as he could to check on you. He would have arrived there immediately were it not for the pressing matters he had to settle prior. He hoped the Traveler and Paimon would find you and keep you safe since they knew you were the Iudex’s beloved.

When he finally made it to Poisson, to his morbid surprise, he found neither you nor Navia, but some Fatui members helping to mitigate the damage. When he asked about your whereabouts, he was told that nobody had seen you. Immediately, his thoughts ventured to the worst scenario, but he refused to believe in his fears until he could get confirmation. He held out hope that you were alright, and went in pursuit of Navia and the Traveler, hoping that maybe you were with them, or they knew what happened to you.

It wasn’t until he was saving Navia from getting dissolved in the Primordial Sea water, did he catch a glimpse of your face. You were trying to protect Navia from certain death, along with Silver and Meluse. At the time he was too anxious about saving Navia to fully register the implication, but an unsettling thought sprang in his mind that maybe you really were— No, he didn’t want to accept it.

When Navia regained consciousness, Neuvillette asked her about your whereabouts. Her answer pierced through him like an ice-cold lance. With tears in her eyes, Navia recounted how you were helping Silver and Meluse rescue the residents of Poisson when the Primordial Sea flooded in, and how she saw your body dissolve in the water along with her loyal subordinates with her own eyes. The news settled in Neuvillette’s stomach like a boulder, causing it to sink and make him feel nauseous. Dread filled him, but he could only muster a quiet “I see…” and stare off into the distance. He felt crushing sadness, but he wasn’t given time to properly process his emotions and your death until he managed to make it out of the ruins.

That evening, Fontaine was hit by a torrential downpour that lasted several days. The rain fell in heavy sheets, flooding the streets and urging most of the citizens to seek shelter in their homes. Only the Chief Justice had the gall to stand outside and let the rain seep and soak through his clothes.

Neuvillette let the water droplets cascade down his face, imitating the tears he wished to shed as the realization that he would never see you again settled in. It was strange. Though he was on land, each waking moment he was pursued by a constant feeling of drowning. His chest felt heavy as if burdened by a great weight that made each breath he took feel like a herculean task.

Neuvillette felt a lot of emotions he couldn’t find the words for. He was frustrated and angry that innocent civilians had died in the flood because nothing was done to prevent it. So many people died. You died. If nothing else, he wanted to get justice for your and the others’ deaths.

However, Furina refused to provide answers to his questions despite his probing and insistence that now was not the time to keep secrets that could potentially help prevent an even greater catastrophe. That was when he turned to seeking aid from his companions, in the hopes that Fontaine could still be saved. Neuvillette lost and gained many things in those few days. The citizens of Fontaine were freed of their curse, and Neuvillette had obtained a position of complete authority, however, it all came at the cost of the lives of innocent civilians, Focalors’s life, Furina’s mental state, and… your life. Those were great prices to pay, and Neuvillette mourned each and every sacrifice.

Now that he had some time to himself to process his feelings, Neuvillette recognized that what he felt was grief and longing. He wanted to see you at least one more time, to feel you in his arms again. To have you taken from him so suddenly was too painful. He never got to tell you one last ‘I love you’, and he could only hope that his words reach you wherever your consciousness might be now. Fontaine will see frequent rainfall in the coming months. It won’t be easy for Neuvillette to get over your death, and some part of him will always ache and yearn to see you again. But one thing he can do is strengthen his resolve to make Fontaine into a nation that both you and Focalors would be proud of. A nation where tragedies like these will never happen again.

🍃 Venti

Venti liked to climb up on high places like his statue in front of the Favonius church, the rooftop of the Cat’s Tail, or the great tree at Windrise. Today, you found him high up in the tree, absentmindedly strumming a new tune on his lyre. Wanting to surprise the bard, you tried your best to climb the tree as quietly as you could, but right as you were about to pop up and surprise him, the branch you were on snapped, and with a heart-stopping shriek, you plummeted down to the ground.

Your scream alerted Venti. He felt your presence before you even started climbing the tree, but he failed to foresee the danger until it was too late. He didn’t react fast enough to summon a gust of wind to safely lower you down. The sickening crunch of your skull hitting the ground made his stomach roil, and for a brief moment he felt as if the blood in his veins turned to ice. He felt frozen in place.

Snapping out of his momentary stupor, Venti rushed to your side to check on you, but the enormous pool of blood blooming around your lifeless body made him throw up.

Not again. He lost someone he loved once more. The painful emotions of losing you triggered a cascade of memories of seeing the broken body of that one boy he called a friend thousands of years ago. The same boy whose face he now wore as a way of honoring his memory and giving him an opportunity to live out his dreams of freedom through Venti.

Venti felt that same feeling of heavy emptiness once again as he cradled your lifeless body in his arms, your blood smearing the white sleeves of his shirt. One of the bard’s hands cradled your still-warm cheek, and he wept. To have you taken away so easily through such a small accident… it was too much.

Venti didn’t attend your funeral. He couldn’t bear to. However, he forced himself to watch from a distance as your loved ones gathered around your grave. He fully empathized with their grief.

In the following days, one could often find Venti at a tavern. He started with Angel’s Share, but after consecutive days of heavy drinking and drunken ramblings about how remorseful he felt and how you deserved better, Diluc put a stop to Venti’s visits. The Anemo Archon wasn’t getting any better from drinking himself into a stupor until he could barely hold himself upright. It was heartbreaking to see.

Even after being banned from the Angel’s Share, Venti would visit other taverns in the city and rinse and repeat. He so badly wanted to numb the pain in his heart and forget the awful memory of your lifeless body. Only after several bans did Venti finally stop coming to the city altogether. He disappeared for a while, and nobody was able to find him. Only after many weeks did the bard suddenly pop up in the town square with his lyre in hand.

During his absence, Venti wrote a few songs as a way to cope with his grief, and after a while, finally felt well enough to play them. As a bard, he was well-known in Mondstadt for playing cheerful and beautiful tunes, but this time his melodies were melancholic, even sad. They listened to him sing about a love he can no longer say ‘I love you’ to anymore, someone he can no longer forge new memories with and can only carry on in his heart as a memory. The music he played captured the attention of every member of the audience and touched their hearts so deeply that they, too, could feel the sorrow the bard was trying to convey through his melodies. His pain became their pain, too. The heartache was so profound, so raw and crippling, that many people couldn’t hold back from crying.

Venti wasn’t playing the songs to earn money or share his sadness with others. He was playing them for you. He hoped that his feelings would reach you wherever you were and that your memory wouldn’t fade away even if he remained the last person alive who knew of your existence. His songs will keep your memory alive in the hearts of the Mondstadt citizens, never to be forgotten.

☂️ Wanderer

You have been fighting chronic sickness for months, but despite the treatments, each week you seemed to get worse and worse. Neither the doctors of Sumeru nor even Nahida herself could figure out a cure for your condition. You were bedridden with barely any strength to move. Wanderer took responsibility for nursing you back to health by helping you get to places you needed, cooking all your meals and feeding you, as well as getting your medicine and administering it.

Despite his efforts, you could tell you wouldn’t last long. While you still had the strength to talk, you apologized to him for being forced to part from him.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffed, with a frown pulling at his lips. “Rather than talk about such nonsense, use that energy to get better instead.”

He didn’t want to face the facts, to accept the reality that you could disappear from his life. But then came a day where you no longer opened your eyes when he called your name, nor stirred when he tried to shake you awake. Your body was cold and stiff and so unlike what he was used to seeing you as. The life you possessed was gone in all senses of the word.

Something in Wanderer snapped that day. Falling to his knees, he let out a guttural scream that tore at his vocal cords. He unleashed a wail that carried all the anguish and misery he’d been keeping bottled up inside for hundreds of years. He’s lost so many people he cared for in the past. Each time he met someone he grew attached to, fate would always tear them away from him, and you were no exception.

He cried bitter tears in the privacy of your shared home, cursing Fate for doing this to him over and over again. He was angry and heartbroken. Though he lacked a real heart, the sensation in his chest felt like something inside him broke into a million tiny fragments. As if sharp needles pierced through his non-existent heart and caused him to scream until he lost his voice.

He wanted revenge, but how can one get vengeance against Fate itself?

You were gone, so cruelly torn away from his side despite his best efforts to keep you alive. You were the little ray of light that never gave up on him no matter how cold he was towards you or how much he pushed you away, and helped him heal little by little. You accepted him in his entirety and wormed your way into his non-existent heart, so how dare Fate mock him like this? Wanderer truly felt as if Fate was purposely torturing him by taking away all those whom he held dear.

Helpless and anguished, Wanderer reverted to the days when he used to be Scaramouche, the sixth of the Fatui Harbingers who was infamous for his callousness and mercilessness. His roiling emotions spurred him to repeat these spiteful acts against anyone who got in his way. It was the only way he knew of how to vent these overwhelming emotions that made him feel like he was choking on his grief.

It took Nahida’s interference to calm him down and get through to him that you wouldn’t want him to be like this. The Wanderer you fell in love with wasn’t such a hateful person driven by negative emotions, and though he was loathe to admit it, the God of Wisdom was right.

Having quelled the initial burst of wounded anger, Wanderer would think more clearly about what he should do from now on. He could keep all your items, photographs, and letters, but they would never replace you, only help preserve some of the memories attached to them, which a puppet like him had no need for. He won’t forget even the smallest thing about you, not as long as he’s alive.

Wanderer becomes a regular visitor of your grave, taking care of it so your name won’t be erased from the gravestone by time too quickly. He would frequently bring your favorite foods and flowers and place them in front of your grave, before taking a seat next to it and staring off into the distance without saying a word. He did this mostly at night so he could stargaze, just like how you both used to when you were alive.

Even centuries later, when everyone who knew you took their memories of you to their graves, Wanderer will remain to watch over your final resting place, unwavering in his devotion.

🐺 Wriothesley

You accompanied Wriothesley on another one of his swims out in the open waters surrounding the Fortress. Since you weren’t a vision holder, you had to wear a diving suit to breathe, unlike your beloved Duke. You’ve had these private little swim dates a few times before, so your guard was down when you swam through some jagged areas of the Fortress’s scaffolding. The shoulder of your diving suit caught on a sharp edge of metal and tore a hole in it. The tear was fairly large, and you panicked when you felt water rush inside your suit. Wriothesley was quick to freeze the hole and pull you up to the surface to get the suit off of you, but by the time he did, it was too late. You had inhaled too much water and were unresponsive. Wriothesley tried to keep his anxiety at bay and utilized all the CPR knowledge he learned from Sigewinne to try and save your life. He breathed air into your lungs and did chest compressions with enough force to hear your ribs crack, but even after 30 agonizing minutes of trying, you wouldn’t wake up.

Wriothesley had no choice but to accept the fact you died. Wriothesley doesn’t cry for you. He’s no stranger to death. His exposure to it in his younger years made him all too aware of how easy it is to die, and that death came for all without exception. As a result, he was able to accept your death a little easier than most, but it doesn’t mean he made peace with it. The staff and inmates at the Fortress all said Wriothesley looked the same as usual even after your death. He kept up his laidback yet intimidating demeanor and busied himself with the variety of work someone in his position was required to take care of. Only Sigewinne could tell that Wriothesley was not alright despite all the strained smiles he gave everyone. The bags under his eyes grew more prominent by the day, a clear indicator he wasn’t sleeping well. She saw how he threw himself into his work, barely taking any time to rest properly, as if wanting to keep his mind busy from the horrible memory of seeing your corpse. Though he tried to mask it, in truth, your death affected Wriothesley deeply. He had frequent nightmares about watching you drown and being unable to save you, and they would keep him up at night. He usually awoke in a cold sweat, his heart pounding from intense panic and dread until his mind cleared, only to be replaced with a stone-cold reality that made the feelings of guilt come rushing back. Out of habit, he turns to your side of the bed to seek comfort in your presence but seeing it cold and empty served as yet another harsh reminder that you were gone. Wriothesley can’t sleep after his nightmares, so he opts to work out or fuss over his gauntlets to distract himself from his feelings. It takes all his self-control to keep a lid on his emotions and not become the angry, irritable mess he knows he will be if he’s not careful.

When he makes tea, Wriothesley accidentally makes two cups out of habit. One for you and one for him. Even weeks after your passing, it was still a difficult habit to break. For the first while, Wriothesley would even stop drinking your favorite tea blend because it reminded him of you. Rather than enjoy the flavor, all he tastes is bile in his throat. The flavor of your favorite tea makes him nauseous because it makes him think about how you will never taste this again or have another tea date in his office.

There was one occasion when he tried to drink your tea shortly after your death. He thought maybe the flavor would remind him of the happy times he shared with you, but all it resulted in was a broken teacup from the force of his grip, and Sigewinne fussing over his cuts and burns. He didn’t drink your favorite blend for a long time after that, only being able to find enjoyment in it again many years later when the startlingly clear memory of your death didn’t hurt him as much. Wriothesley felt lonely without you. You were the friend and confidant he told his deepest and darkest secrets about his past, the comfort he sought after a difficult day, and the soothing presence that made him feel accepted for who he was without all the embellished titles. But after your passing, the Fortress of Meropide seemed cold and gloomy, as if devoid of the warmth it once had that made him call it home. It was as if your death snuffed out the little ray of warm sunshine he felt when spending time with you.

[apompkwrites]

AMATEUR5 || 5WIRL

masterlist characters: aether, heizou, kazuha, venti, xiao genre: fluff contains: 5wirl, probably inaccurate college things, idk i'm only in high school, could be taken platonically or romantically summary: following the success of 5WIRL, you reminisce on how the group first banded together and how, before all of the glitz and glam, they were just a group of boys you met in college. notes: ahdfjk i've been on and off this idea for a while ever since heizou released so here it is :D

you weren't really sure how you ended up here, but you wouldn't trade it. you ending up here with your boys may have very well been a coincidence or an accident, but it sure as hell wasn't a mistake.

the way they smiled and beamed at you on the other side of the camera was all you needed and wanted. to see their bright faces as they live out their dreams was more than enough to make everything worth it.

xiao was the first person you met. with your passion for film, specifically cinematography, you would chalk your meeting up to a mere coincidence. out of all of the people, you had surprisingly bonded with the stand-offish dance major xiao.

it wasn't immediate, sure. it took a good while for the two of you to start talking to begin with. it took even longer for you two to start talking casually.

he was always a stand-offish person, or at least you figured he was considering the rest of the classmates didn't bother getting to know him. except for the few girls that liked the mysterious guy trope, that is.

that might have been why he was so careful around you. he was so used to being flocked to because of some strange image people had created for him that he figured you would have been the same.

lucky for him, you weren't.

you met kazuha a few days after fulling integrating xiao into your "friend group", which was really just you and him at that point. just like xiao, you chalked your meeting up to a coincidence, seeing as how you first met at the school's library.

he had his nose buried in a book of poems while you took the chair off to the side of him, your face equally buried into a book about film techniques.

kazuha was an easy person to get along with, as opposed to xiao. it just sort of became a routine. you got used to seeing the literature major at the same table in the same chair. and you figured he had felt that same way about you.

it took a few weeks before the two of you talked for the first time. it wasn't anything special, just a talk about how the two of you were always in the library at the same time.

him and xiao only got acquainted through you when you dragged the dancer into the library to accompany you in your usual library visit. the duo got along fairly well, what with a few bumps in the road because of xiao's tendency to push people away.

venti was more of a coincidence but xiao liked to say your meeting was pure accident. apparently, the two had already known each other, something about being in the same high school and their programs being integrated with each other.

xiao didn't like to talk about it, but venti sure did. you found that out fairly day. when you found him in xiao's dorm room one day. he had a strange liking towards alcohol, yet he somehow never smelled like it. only fresh daises and pine.

he ranted on and on that day about how xiao never had any friends that he knew about ever since high school. you remembered asking him about his relationship with xiao, but he only responded with a "it's complicated" and moved on.

he was a breath of fresh air for your friend group when he wormed his way in. he was bright and cheery, a complete opposite to xiao's naturally cold demeanor. kazuha was a great medium, a fact that often helped when venti was getting too rowdy.

you were glad your friend group was evolving. now that venti had become a permanent member, your nights were filled with music and cheer. a stark difference to your old life of quiet movies droning on in the background.

you would say aether was the most purposeful meeting out of your entire group. he was just easy to get along with.

he was a transfer student, appearing in the middle of the year as a communications major that just needed help getting used to the campus.

you had met him in passing one day, the details were pretty unclear if you were being honest. you remembered volunteering to help him out the next time you saw him, noting the lost look in his eyes as he rushed through the halls.

he was sweet and kind, something you chalked up to being new to the school and in search of acceptance from his peers. luckily, his personality seemed to meld immediately with kazuha, who you had introduced aether to when you showed him to the library.

it wasn't long until venti caught wind of a possible new friend and he took it upon himself to join you in showing aether around. the blond didn't seem to mind, at least, letting out loud laughs and light slaps to the back at venti's words.

you were glad he got along well with xiao too. you only found that out when you stumbled upon aether in xiao's dorm, cooking him food and lightly glaring at the boy from his peripherals. you only learned until later that it was because xiao was being snippy and aether decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

heizou was the last person to join your group. despite being at the school for the entirety of the year, you only met him when aether introduced you two.

he was blunt, that much you appreciated. he was easy to get along with because he let his feelings be known rather quickly. he was direct, but polite about it too. he didn't let his digs go too far, something you figured he learned through his interest in law and interrogations.

what you didn't expect was for kazuha to already know who he was. the two had already been acquainted and, according to heizou at least, had been friends for a good couple of years now. you assumed it was true when you stumbled upon the two having an animated conversation about what had been going on in the few months they lost contact.

you learned heizou was surprisingly physical. he had a tendency to show things through actions rather than words, although he had a good grasp on how to do both. you often found yourself on the receiving end of heizou's physicality when he would jump on your back in the halls when he saw you, laughing as he ran off and you would yell at him.

you loved these boys dearly. being by their side as they grew, graduated, and eventually became figures of society to so many people made everything worth it.

"(name)!" and when they returned backstage, sweat on their faces as they dived into your arms, you knew you wouldn't trade this for the world.

how could you when your world was already in your arms?

[lyneira]

♤ can I be deep inside of your love? ♤

SMUT - MINORS DNI

-> after you both climax, he decides to stay buried inside of you. Why?

fem!reader x genshin men / cw: unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, cockwarming

Wants to ensure you're having his babies

ZHONGLI, Ayato, Childe, Gorou

He'll keep himself buried deep inside you even after blowing his load into you because this man is MAKING SURE that you'll be pregnant with his child after this night (with your consent of course). He had already came in you so much that his seed was oozing out of your hole, to his dismay. And of course it would. Because even now, he was still managing to empty the rest of himself out into you as he further buried himself in your core.

As he's basking in your warmth, he's also basking in delight, rubbing small circles at your hip with his thumb as thoughts of you carrying his child run through his head. Imagining you with your belly swollen and round and seeing you with that special glow, gosh, the thought makes him swoon. You'd look so beautiful. It all excites him so, that he plants a tender, loving kiss to your lips, and whispers,

"There's no one else that I'd make the mother of my children other than you, my love...you'll make such a beautiful mommy"

He feels the closest to you like this

KAVEH, Kazuha, Baizhu, Thoma

Just because he's finished blowing his load into you doesn't mean he's done with you. He feels that this next part, where he's simply buried inside you, is just as significant as the previous act of thrusting his love into you.

This unity you both had made: joined together as one, bodies pressed up against one another's, hands intertwined, his lips locked on yours, tongues dancing with each other, and him sheathed deeply inside you. This is where he feels the closest to you, both physically and emotionally, eyes looking into each other's with such vulnerability and love. Relishing in this feeling, he doesn't dare pull away. He views this union as romantic and meaningful as it was a declaration of love for you of an intimate nature, so he'd find it so insensitive to pull out immediately.

He also hopes to leave you with his warmth for as long as he can, just as you have enveloped him and given him warmth. He'd want to hold you like this for the rest of the night.

Loves the feeling

Venti, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya

Similar to the previous category, it simply feels so warm, so cozy, and so comfortable inside of you that he wouldn't want to pull out right away. He also wants to relish the feeling of being inside you, and he'd stay inside you for longer than you'd expect. Won't you let him be selfish a bit? Just feel the way his length was beautifully melded into your core. Wouldn't you want to stay like this too? He desires your touch and your heat for much longer.

He'll embrace you tightly the whole time, and if you begin to squirm, asking if he's done yet, he'll mumble into your neck, "No...just a little bit longer please...You feel too good", and he'll start leaving kisses up and down your neck and jaw to soothe you.

When the time comes that he has to pull out, he'll realize that he should do this more often. Maybe while you two are simply enjoying the time, not doing much, he'll think of pulling you onto his lap and slipping himself inside of you. He'd have a more enjoyable time and would make sure you would too.

Needless to say, cockwarming him would be a frequent thing between you two ;)

He can't

Alhaitham, Albedo, Cyno, Tighnari

Exhausted from his release, he initially tries to pull out of you. Yet, with your legs wrapped tightly around him and with your pussy still squeezing him and sucking him in so good, he just can't. He might have asked you to let up, but he couldn't find himself doing that either. It's not like he really wants to anyway. And with your pussy begging for his cock like that, who was he to resist?

He lets out heavy moans as you overstimulate his cock with each spasm and contraction of your walls tightening around him. The feeling of it all was terribly addictive and made him feel yet another high, an even more intense one at that. It's so intense that he finds himself pouring even more of his essence into you that he didn't know he had left.

A ring of his cum and yours was now formed at the hilt of his cock, the sight of it turning him on again Another round wouldn't hurt, would it? (You two wouldn't go one round; you two would go multiple rounds afterwards, and the cycle would repeat, heh)

Does it out of possessiveness

Scaramouche, Xiao, Diluc, Dainsleif

After releasing, you'd expect him to pull out, but he'd do the opposite. He'll grab you by your thighs and pull you in towards him while thrusting himself further into you, feeling as the mixture of your essence and his gushes out of your hole and stains his cock. More importantly, you'd also notice how desperately he'd cling to you: how he’d tightly hold your thighs at his sides, how his fingernails were digging into your skin, how deeply he was trying to bury himself into you, deepening his kiss to your core so lovingly.

Looking at your flushed face, all tired out, you couldn't look any more beautiful to him even like this; that expression, your touch, your warmth, your moans, your pussy, and most of all, your love was his. The entirety of you was his and his alone.

Under gritted teeth, he'd mutter, "You're mine, you know that?", holding you even closer as he feels you squeeze around him perfectly.

But when you gazed upon his face- oh, that look. It was so vulnerable. The way he looked into your eyes sought reassurance and was pleading, "Please never let me go...I'm yours and no one else's...and I give all of myself to you and only you"

So please tell him tenderly, "I know", and watch as relief washes over him, releasing his grip on your thighs to embrace you protectively. He'll then whisper a delicate, "I love you so much", into your ear, and won't be letting go of you for a while.

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