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tetsuskei · 6 days
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dew mornings and the bond of eternity – tartaglia [nsfw]
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synopsis: your angel of a boyfriend makes sure that you know just how well loved you are
notes: for my favorite harbinger, idk what this is but breaking my fic virginity for him with this :]
warnings: fem!reader, reader is insecure, russian pet names, mating press, childe has a foul mouth, biting and marking, slight possession, praise, childe is called by his real name, slight oral fixation, implied oral (female receiving), he is extremely lovesick
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you never learned to what extent someone could go when being attentive and observant until you met your boyfriend.
you hate how ajax is able to notice the slightest changes in your mood. you would say he knows you like the back of his hand, but it’s something more than that. almost like the two of you are fused at the souls. bonded for eternity.
so in the dew morning hours when you’re just a little bit quieter, a little more somber as he makes you both breakfast on one of his rare days off, he’s able to notice right away.
he notices your eyes don’t quite catch his own as he jokes about some silly thing one of his siblings did weeks ago, how your smile falters instead of shining bright the way that he loves to see, how you pick at your fingers and gnaw on your lip in thought.
“ptichka?” he hovers over you, taking your face in his hands and pulling you from your thoughts. his cerulean eyes scan you thoroughly. “did you not sleep well?”
“it’s nothing, it was just a silly little dream.” you wave off, smiling weakly. not a lie, technically.
ajax clicks his tongue. stubbornly, he leans into you, the smell of pine and mint following him. “it can’t be silly if it has you upset like this and you’re losing sleep.”
there is no way of lying to ajax. you know this well. he’s a big brother to three siblings, and he’s too good of a detective to be deceived. but that’s to be expected of a harbinger.
after a long, apprehensive pause, you sigh.
“…i had a dream that you cheated on me.” you confess, lowering your gaze to the floor. “and that you left me for someone better.”
it’s stupid. absolutely and utterly ridiculous. ajax has shown you enough love to spill over into your next life. and the next one after that. you could die and come back a thousand times, and there’d still be traces of him left on you. so to tell him this brings you great shame.
the question is, what caused the dream? guilt? shame? maybe you feel he does so much for you, that you’re lacking as a partner. that you could do better.
you wait silently for him to yell, for some sort of outburst to come. but you’re only met with surprise when you feel his hand on your chin.
“can you please look at me?” his voice is soft, and eyes softer as he finally is able to make eye contact with you. he’s so gentle. warm. he only looks at you with love and patience. “thank you, lisichka.”
“i may not have done anything wrong, and i would never cheat—“ he continues with a stern expression, “but i still need you to understand where my feelings lie with you.”
you start to shake your head, “i already know, ‘jax, you have never made me feel like i need to doubt you. i know how much you love me. i promise. i have no idea why i had the dream…but it just made me sad when i woke up.”
you don’t mean to lie about your hidden insecurities, but it’s not a conversation you want to have at the moment. you’d rather just enjoy the time you have currently with your boyfriend peacefully.
luckily, ajax overlooks your fib. he hums, kissing your temple, “how about after we eat, i run us a bath? and we do one of those face masks that you like? something to decompress.”
and for the first time today you smile and agree.
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unfortunately it appears ajax is taking your earlier sentiments much more seriously than you thought.
as all dreams and nightmares are short term memory, you long forgot about what it was that made you upset, back to your usual self after the bath.
ajax swaddled you up in a clean towel, and just like he said, did face masks with you. it always makes you giggle seeing your boyfriend using one of your spa headbands to push his hair back. soon both your faces were shiny and clean. refreshed and replenished, you felt brand new.
but little did you know you were now in the jaws of a shark.
you didn’t make it to the bedroom. well, you did, but you didn’t pick up on the ginger’s ulterior motive the minute he kissed your cheek as you sat on the bathroom counter. he carried you to the bedroom, and that’s where it all fell apart.
“‘j-jax—“ you hiccup, gripping tightly onto his bicep. your figure is trembling against his, skin damp with sweat and glued impossibly closer to his.
so much for the bath.
“s-slow down…”
your boyfriend has been at it for awhile now, pummeling your poor insides with his fat cock over and over. the room reeks with the smell of sex, wet sounds imprinted into your mind. you can never forget just how great he makes you feel.
“no,” he huffs, fingers digging into your hips, “you’re not leaving this bed until i’m sure of it.”
confusion resides in you. what exactly is ‘it’?
he’s already worshipped you plenty with just his fingers and tongue. but you don’t dare challenge the primal look in his eyes. he’s absolutely greedy, not even letting you move to take care of him in return in anyway.
you yelp once feeling your lover’s teeth nip into your skin. his tongue laves over the offended area before he kisses the skin.
“how could i find someone better, when there’s not a single person more beautiful or amazing than you?” he pants, pulling away to look at you. his thumb traces your cheek tenderly and his cobalt eyes are trained on your fucked out expression.
“especially when your pussy feels this good? that’s just a bonus.” he rambles, groaning. his hips knock into yours more harshly and you wail.
“you’d have to kill me to separate us.” he admits darkly, but something tells you that even death wouldn’t stop him.
“‘dun want that, want you forever.” you say, clinging impossibly tighter to him.
ajax coos, kissing your nose, “and you have me. because you’re enough. you always will be. you’re perfect.”
his answer satisfies you and you’re kissing him again, nearly having tears permeate at the ducts of your eyes.
he laughs, grinning against you mouth, “milaya, you’re about to cum, aren’t you?”
“i-i” your words still fail to completely return to you but you nod rapidly.
understanding, he taps your bottom lip.
“open,” he commands.
falling in line, ajax pushes his fingers in your mouth. you feel your face heat up from how you taste yourself on him.
“good girl,” he praises, “always so sweet for me, hmm?”
you’re drooling on him, nodding and humming around his fingers with a hazy look in your eyes.
there’s a certain light in his own eyes that only appears when he’s with you, and with the way he is looking at you with complete adoration, you feel absolutely special.
“oh, look how much you’re quivering, you’re almost there. come on.” your boyfriend studies your movements, fucking you with slower, deeper thrusts.
the breath from your lungs nearly escapes you, and you feel a burning feeling in your chest. you’re creaming so much on him that it’s impossible not to hear the lewd noises coming from between your legs.
every sound seems to drive the ginger crazier. “one more, just one more for me, angel and i’ll let you be.” he coaxes, fingers moving again.
“i’m…i’m tired.” you sniff.
“i know, but you look so pretty when you cum. just one more? pretty please? can’t get over how you look. so beautiful…”
his constant praise is enough to make you cum once more, so hard that it blinds you. your mouth falls open in silent awe.
ajax groans, watching you come undone and hissing at the way you’re clamping up on his cock. it should be a crime how good you feel, because he could ever get enough of it.
there’s only a moment before he remembers he still needs to cum, and then he’s pawing and begging.
“fuck, let me cum in you…please…” his face is buried in your neck and a small whimper escapes him once he grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together.
he’s shivering and hot, and his cock is extremely sensitive. every drag of himself against your walls drives him insane. he’s dizzy, nearly delirious with how much he’s holding back.
“wanna fill you up so badly, please lisichka.” he continues, pressing searing kisses to your shoulder. “want you leaking with all of my cum…want all of it in you.”
you don’t think he’s looking at you while he babbles and pleads to breed you, and you shiver at how predatory he looks at your lower abdomen. you lock your legs tighter around him, ignoring the overstimulation creeping up in you.
“yes, ajax. please. w-want all your cum. want you to fill me up!” you whine, a sound that makes his heart and cock swell all at the same time.
your next words startle him even further.
“i love you.”
and he snaps.
“hah—ah, fuck!” ajax curses, hips stuttering in their pace. he groans loudly, feeling himself spill into you. there’s spots in his vision from how hard he’s cumming and he wonders if this is what celestia is.
you gasp, jerking when warmth spreads throughout all of you. you can feel the throbbing of your boyfriends cock and his heavy load.
coming down from both of your highs, the two of you laugh.
“you surprise me every time.” you tease quietly, eyeing a bite mark on your thigh.
the ginger looks bashful, hiding his face in your shoulder. “sorry…didn’t mean to be so rough…”
“if i wanted you to stop at anytime, i would’ve told you.” you reassure, petting his head.
he plants a kiss on your skin. “good. and for the record, i love you too.” he murmurs. “feel better?”
“i felt better after the delicious breakfast you made, but you took it a couple of steps further like you always do.” you giggle, leaning into his chest.
ajax grins, kissing the crown of your head, “well, i could tell something else was on your mind, but you weren’t telling me.”
“you know me way too well. it’s terrifying.”
he puffs his chest out, “what can i say? i can and will only provide the absolute best for you.”
“i don’t like leaving you alone for as long as i do…i will try to get them to let me take work closer to home.” he adds, playing with your fingers.
and the beam on your face is all worth it. “really?”
“really. i’m not around a lot for you to do things for me, and i get why you may feel that you need to be better. but i adore you just how you are. i’m sorry for not being more present.”
“it’s okay, i understand.” you hum, kissing his chin.
ajax hums with appreciation before leaning down and chasing your lips, hungrily wanting to taste you all over again.
his demanding presence has you melting into him as you mesh together, tongues locking to consume the taste of yourselves.
suddenly he’s dragging you by the hips to the edge of the bed.
“w-what are you—“
“m’not done with you. far from it.” you barely can form another question before ajax is sliding back into you. a crude squelch follows.
the harbinger kisses your bare ring finger. “say, i think we should elope. what do you think about starting a family?”
key: ptichka = ‘little bird’, lisichka = ‘little fox’, milaya = ‘my dear’
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fanfictwins · 3 months
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SAGAU Mondstadt - Holiday Special 2023
Summary: “When you told the Spark Knight about holidays from your home world, you never expected it to turn into such a big deal. But who are you to argue with having a holly, jolly time?”
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“Master Jean! Master Jean!”
The door to the Grand Master’s office was shoved open, almost slamming into the wall, as the Spark Knight burst into the room, excitement radiating off of her form like heat off of flames. She came to a stop in the middle of the office, almost toppling over from the weight of her backpack.
“Can we please have a “Christmas” festival? Pretty please?”
“Klee…!” Jean looked up from her desk, her eyes widened. “You shouldn’t be-”
Her words were cut off at the sight of you appearing in the doorway to the office, your demeanor a lot more calm than Klee’s. You entered the room, an apologetic smile displayed on your lips.
“Oh, Your Grace!”
“Sorry for the intrusion, Jean.” You looked at the Acting Grand Master for only a moment before you shifted your attention down at Klee. “Hey, I know you’re excited, but you shouldn’t just barge into Jean’s office without knocking first, Klee. Remember what I told you about good behavior?”
“Oops. That’s right… sorry, Master Jean.” Klee looked down at her feet for a moment, before a smile returned to her face as she looked up at Jean. “Klee’s just super excited about Christmas!”
Jean furrowed her eyebrows, confusion appearing in her frown. “Christ… mas?”
“Mmm-hmm!” Klee nodded her head. “It’s something Their Grace just told Klee about!”
Your smile shifted into something more sheepish when Jean looked towards you again. “I was just talking to Klee about some… winter festivities from where I’m from, and she seems to have gotten a bit excited about Christmas, in particular. I honestly should’ve expected this, heh…”
“It sounds really, really fun!” Klee began bouncing on the balls of her feet. “There’s a big tree, and lots of presents under it, and this old man named Shanty Cloths who likes eating cookies!”
“His name is Santa Claus, Klee.” You stifled a chuckle at the excitement on Klee’s face, before looking over at Jean again. “But, yeah, she wants to experience the magical joys of it herself.”
The Spark Knight took a step closer to the desk, looking up at Jean with hopeful eyes.
“Oh, can we please have a Christmas festival, Master Jean? It’ll be so amazing, and fun!”
Jean blinked a few times, an unsure frown on her face, before she shook her head. “I’m sorry, Klee, but we can’t just put on a whole new festival that we know nothing about, especially with such short notice. It’d likely be a complete disaster, and I’ve already got a lot on my plate as is.”
The smile on Klee’s face slowly vanished, her form appearing to deflate. “Oh…”
You looked between the Spark Knight and the Acting Grand Master, your own smile fading as you focused on Klee — her crushed enthusiasm didn’t sit well with you — before you spoke.
“...you know, it’s not impossible. You can still experience Christmas, Klee.”
Jean looked at you with confusion. “Your Grace…?”
“Can Klee really?” The Spark Knight perked up as she turned towards you, her eyes widening with hope again. “It sounds so fun! And I want all of my friends to experience Christmas too!”
“Your Grace, I don’t mean to doubt you, but…”
Jean placed a hand on her chest, looking at you with worry in her gaze.
“It really would be near-impossible to put on a festival like this.”
“It’s okay.” You chuckled, and shrugged your shoulders. “Christmas is actually just a one-day holiday. Sure, there’s usually a build-up of festive energy a few weeks before it, but it doesn’t actually last more than a single day. While Klee keeps calling it a festival, it’s not really one.”
“Oh…?”
“So, Klee, do you think this would work for you?” You looked down at the Spark Knight, a smile on your lips. “We take part in a few traditional Christmas activities together over the next couple of weeks, and then finish it all off with a big ol’ Christmas party at the end. What do you think?”
“Yay! That sounds perfect!” Klee smiled brightly. “Klee can’t wait! There’s so much to do!”
You turned your attention over towards Jean. “Would that be okay, Jean?”
“That… should be fine, yes.”
“Great!” You clapped your hands together as you looked at Klee. “Then let’s get started!”
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There were crayons littering the table as Klee readied herself, the young girl in red practically vibrating with excitement where she sat, and she held a crayon tightly in one hand with a piece of paper laying in front of her. She looked up at you, her eyes wide and sparkling with pure joy.
“Okay, first things first… I suppose we need to actually figure out what to do.” You looked down at Klee with a smile. “And who to include. As fun as it would be to have the entire city celebrate Christmas this time, it’s not very realistic, so… we’ll need to figure out a smaller list of people.”
“Oh! All of Klee’s friends have to experience Christmas!” Klee began to draw, switching crayons when in need of a different color.  “Like Big Brother Albedo, and Master Jean, and Kaeya, and-”
Klee continued to list people as she drew on the paper, before she lifted it up to show it to you.
“Is this okay, Your Grace?”
It was a cluttered drawing, filled with Klee’s artistic interpretations of people you knew well: the playable characters of Mondstadt — your “vessels”, as they often described themselves to be.
You nodded. “That seems good. Those are the people that I’m also closest to in Mondstadt.”
Klee set the drawing aside, before she grabbed another piece of paper and one of the crayons closest to her on the table. She tilted her head to continue looking up at you with a bright smile.
“Okay, but… what do people do for Christmas, Your Grace?”
“People do a lot of things. There’s no one right way to celebrate Christmas, Klee.” You grabbed a piece of paper and a crayon for yourself. “I’m pretty sure that you’re already familiar with some winter activities that align with Christmas, such as playing in the snow and making sweets, eh?”
Klee nodded and turned her attention to her paper, beginning to draw some winter scenes.
You twirled the crayon in your fingers a bit, before you chuckled. “And, since you’re helping to bring the joy of Christmas to everyone, I suppose that would make you Santa’s Helper, Klee.”
“Santa’s… Helper?” Klee blinked, curiosity flooding her widened eyes. “What’s that?”
“Well… it’s a person who helps Santa Claus spread Christmas cheer. Santa’s only one person, and he has the big job of delivering gifts to all the good children of the world, so he relies on his helpers to make sure that everyone is having fun during the weeks leading up to the big day. As this is the first time Christmas is being celebrated in Teyvat, Santa’ll appreciate all of your help.”
Klee let a wide smile appear on her face. “Whoa! So Klee gets to help Santa?”
“Yeah! And I just know you’ll do a great job, Klee!”
“Oh! And Dodoco too, right? She can also be Santa’s Helper?”
“Of course! The more, the merrier!”
“Yay!”
The Spark Knight clapped her hands in delight before she continued drawing, and you found yourself glancing at her pointed ears, your smile softening, before you started to draw as well.
Ah.
How fitting.
- - - - -
It felt crowded, having so many people in one area.
The playable members of the Knights of Favonius — from the Acting Grand Master to the Knights’ maid — lined up before you inside of the Knights’ headquarters; most had a look of curiosity or confusion on their face, and some even had concern painting their facial features.
But Klee was bouncing on the balls of her feet, standing next to you with a big smile on her face.
“Oh, Klee?” Albedo looked at the Spark Knight as he noticed her behavior, the curiosity in his eyes growing just slightly as he did. “You seem to be in rather high spirits about something…”
Klee nodded. “Uh-huh! ‘Cause it’s time for “Secret Santa”!”
The concern present in the audience was fully replaced with confusion and curiosity.
“...”Secret… Santa”?”
“Yeah! It’s gonna be part one for celebrating Christmas!”
Noelle put a finger to her chin. “Oh? I’ve never heard of “Christmas” before…”
“If it’s something to celebrate-” Amber looked up at Eula. “-then it’s gotta be a holiday, right?”
Eula nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yes, it must be some kind of festivity.”
“So…” Mika placed a hand on his chest in relief. “...it’s not an emergency? Thank goodness…”
Lisa let out a hum as she looked over to Jean, who had a lack of surprise on her face unlike almost everyone else present. The librarian let her lips turn up into a subtle smile. “Well, you seem to have an idea of what Klee’s talking about, Jean. Mind enlightening the rest of us?”
Jean looked from the Knights towards Klee, and then looked at you. She looked a little stressed out — which was, unfortunately, normal — so you decided to explain the situation in her stead.
“Amber, Eula, you’re both right!” You smiled as you looked over all the Knights. “Christmas is a holiday from another world. I told Klee about it, she wanted to celebrate it, and so here we are!”
“A holiday from another world…” Kaeya had a look of interest in his eye. “How intriguing.”
Amber raised her hand, bringing attention to herself as you looked at her. “What’s it like, Your Grace? It’s probably different from any of the holidays that we have here in Mondstadt, isn’t it?”
“Eh…” You thought for a moment, putting a finger up to your chin. “...Christmas is mainly just a time to gather with loved ones to give gifts, eat good food, and… well, just spend time with one another. That’s the simplest way I can explain it, at least; does that make sense to everybody?”
Lisa chuckled, the smile on her lips softening. “Sounds like it shares quite a few similarities with some festivities we have. I think everyone here gets the picture that you set up, Your Grace.”
“Good! So, as Klee said earlier, she wanted to do something called “Secret Santa” with you guys.” You looked over the group of Knights, taking in all of their faces. “It’s an activity some workplaces do around Christmas, so having the Knights — well, the Knights that’re vessels — participate in this particular one seemed pretty obvious, especially when I told Klee about it.”
“What kind of activity is it, Your Grace?” Jean still looked a bit frazzled. “As much as I’d like to help Klee and you celebrate Christmas, having so many Knights occupied at once would be…”
“Don’t worry, Jean.” You sent a smile to her, hoping to reassure her worries and sooth her stress even a little. “This activity won’t take long. Basically, everyone participating will have to pull out a name from a hat — all the names of the participants will be written on slips of paper — and have to get them a present before the Christmas party that’ll take place in a couple of weeks. Oh, and you can’t tell anyone else the name that you pulled. That’s the “Secret” part of “Secret Santa”.”
“We…” Mika averted his gaze nervously. “...need to get a present for someone else?”
Sucrose fiddled with her fingers. “Based on a random drawing…?”
Amber smiled, her hands clenched in front of her. “Oh, that sounds like it could be fun!”
“Yes, but it could also be quite a difficult task-” Eula glanced around at the other Knights before looking at Amber. “-if you happen to draw someone that you’re not that well-acquainted with.”
“Well… I know that I just said you can’t tell anyone else who you pulled, but since I won’t be participating in the actual activity, you can come and ask me for gift ideas if you struggle with coming up with your own. I’ll be able to keep the secret.” You scanned the Knights with your eyes, a smile still on your lips. “So… is everybody in? You don’t have to participate if you don’t want to, but the more people that do, the more fun it’ll be. Just don’t feel pressured to, okay?”
The Knights glanced around at each other briefly before looking at you and Klee again.
Albedo nodded. “Very well. I see no reason not to, especially if Klee wants us to participate.”
Sucrose glanced at Albedo, before giving a short nod towards you as well. “O-Okay…”
“You can count on Eula and me to join too!” Amber smiled at Eula, the Spindrift Knight giving a slight nod, before she looked at you again. “It sounds like a lot of fun, so we couldn’t miss out!”
Lisa hummed. “...I have no objections either. This doesn’t seem like it’ll be too much work…”
Noelle straightened her posture when your gaze traveled over to her, her hands folded politely in front of her. “If that’s what you desire, then I’ll join as well. It… does sound like fun, I admit.”
“A-Ah…” Mika still looked a bit nervous as he nodded. “Alright, I can do it. I’ll try my best…”
“I suppose that if everyone else is joining, it’d be a downer if I didn’t.” Kaeya had a smile on his lips, a glimmer of amusement in his eye. “So you can include me as a participant, Your Grace.”
Jean let out a sigh. “...okay, I’m in too.”
“Yay!” Klee clapped in delight, smiling brightly. “All of Klee’s friends are joining!”
It took no time at all for the slips of paper bearing all of the Knights’ names to be created, all of which were then dumped into Klee’s hat, the Spark Knight having offered it to you happily. You tossed it like a salad for a few seconds, mixing them together, before handing it back to Klee.
“Alright, everyone. Make sure to choose one slip of paper, and keep the name a secret.”
The sight of Klee going around to each of the Knights, each one reaching a hand into her hat and grabbing a slip of paper, was heartwarming, in a way; the young girl in red was giggling as she received smile after smile from the Knights when she offered her hat to them, and the air in the room felt lighthearted as everyone received their targets for the activity. Some of the Knights were quite good at keeping who they got a secret — looking straight ahead with poker faces or a casual smile — while you noticed some of the others glancing around, likely at their targets.
“Everyone has a slip?” You saw everyone nod in response to you, a piece of paper in one of their hands that they put away safely. “Good. Then you’ve all got until the party to get a gift for whoever you pulled, and don’t be afraid to ask me for help if you need it. You’re all dismissed!”
Your attention was pulled away from Klee putting her hat back on by two figures you noticed approaching in your peripheral vision, and you looked up to see they were Mika and Sucrose.
“...need help, you two?”
Mika and Sucrose looked at each other for a moment before focusing on you.
“Yes, please, if you will.” Sucrose adjusted her glasses as she averted her eyes from you, her ears twitching a bit. “I’m afraid that I’m… not quite sure what to get for who I pulled, s-so…”
“Neither am I.” Mika rubbed the back of his head, also averting his gaze from you. “I’ve never really interacted too much with the person I pulled, and I’m afraid I might make a bad choice…”
“It’s okay.” You smiled and glanced between the both of them. “We’ve got plenty of time before the party, and I’ll make sure to help the both of you pick out good gifts for your respective pulls.”
Sucrose let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks so much, Your Grace. I’m sorry if this is a bother…”
“Yes, thank you very much.” Mika smiled slightly. “I hope that I’m not being a bother, either…”
You let out a chuckle, placing your hands on your hips. “Don’t worry, you two will never be a bother to me, and I offered to help with picking out gifts for a reason. It’s what I’m here for.”
The sensation of someone tugging on your sleeve caught your attention, and you looked down to see Klee looking up at you. You smiled at her before you looked at Mika and Sucrose again.
“I’ll meet up with you guys later to pick out gifts, okay? Just try and give it some thought by yourselves first, and then I’ll go over it individually with each of you in a few days’ time, okay?”
Mika and Sucrose nodded, looking a little relieved, as you let Klee drag you to the next activity.
- - - - -
“J-Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle… all the… way…?”
“It’s okay, Barbara. There’s no need to get so stressed.”
You were both amused yet concerned as you watched Barbara try to memorize the Christmas carols you told her about; you could see how tense her shoulders were, and could hear how her voice shook ever so slightly as she gave the carols a go, the melody enchanting yet unsteady.
“Your singing’s the best, Miss Barbara!” Klee sent a bright smile up towards the shining idol of Mondstadt, her eyes sparkling. “The Christmas carols sound so pretty when you sing them!”
“Ah, do they…? I feel like I’m singing them all wrong…”
“Don’t worry, you only just learned them.” You smiled at Barbara, trying to reassure her, even just a bit. “And caroling is going to be a group activity. You won’t have to sing them alone, ‘kay?”
Barbara blinked a few times, her eyes widened with surprise. “Huh?”
“Yeah! Like me, for example. I’ll be singing with you!”
“...h-huh?!”
That somehow seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as evidenced by how Barbara clasped her hands together, the nervous aura around her only growing instead of lessening. Her form began to tremble a bit where she stood, your smile faltering as her breathing began to quicken as well.
Klee tugged on the deaconess��s frock. “It’ll be okay, Miss Barbara! Klee will be singing too!”
Barbara snapped out of it as she looked down at Klee. “Oh, you’ll be singing as well?”
“Mmm-hmm!” Klee nodded, letting go of Barbara’s frock and instead placing her hands on her hips. “And all of our friends are going to too! So you don’t have to be scared, Miss Barbara!”
“...you make it seem so easy.” Barbara’s eyes flickered towards you for a second, before she closed her eyes and let out a breath. “I can’t help but feel nervous, but I’ll try to get it together.”
Klee giggled before turning towards you. “How many Christmas carols are you gonna teach us, Your Grace? Klee isn’t sure how many everyone’ll be able to learn before we have the party…”
The Spark Knight had a point that you thought about for a moment; there was only so much time before the Christmas party, and everyone had a limit to how many carols they would be able to memorize before then. It would be best for you to just stick to a few of the simpler ones this year, especially since you were the one who had to teach them to all of the party guests.
“About… three or four, I think.” You nodded to yourself, and refocused your gaze down on Klee, who was still smiling up at you. “I’ve taught you guys “Jingle Bells”, so… maybe I can also teach you guys “Deck the Halls”, “We Wish You a Merry Christmas”, and… also “The Twelve Days of Christmas”. I think that’d be a good selection for Mondstadt’s first official Christmas celebration.”
You looked over at Barbara, who appeared to be a little calmer now as she did a few breathing exercises. “They’re all on the simple and repetitive side, so learning them should be very easy.”
“That sounds fine.” Barbara nodded, determination in her gaze. “I’ll do my best, Your Grace.”
Klee bounced on the balls of her feet happily, her hands raised. “Yeah, we’ll do our best!”
“Ah, keep your voice down, Klee.” You chuckled. “We’re outside, but still near the Church.”
“O-Oh, right, hehe.”
- - - - -
The kitchen smelled like heaven, the countertop covered in several types of Christmas goodies of varying quality; it was like a dessert buffet with all kinds of cookies, cakes, candies, and more.
“Thanks again for helping us, Noelle.”
“Oh, it’s my pleasure, Your Grace.”
Klee overlooked the counter from the step-stool that she stood on, an excited glimmer in her eyes. “Wow…! There’s so many treats! Do people really get to have all of this for Christmas?”
“Of course!” You picked up a chocolate chip cookie, which was still warm. “Sweets are a huge part of Christmas, like leaving out milk and cookies for Santa on the night before Christmas.”
“Is that like sharing wine with Barbatos during Weinlesefest?”
You paused for a moment, taking a bite of the cookie in your hand before you shrugged, a smile on your face. “Yeah, I guess it’s similar to that. Santa loves cookies like Barbatos loves wine.”
“Your Grace, will this be satisfactory?” Noelle’s soft voice guided your attention back over to her, her posture being straightened just slightly when your gaze landed on her form. Her hands were politely folded in front of her, bringing some of your focus to her apron, which was unsurprisingly as clean as it had been at the start of this baking session. “I can continue baking if you’d like.”
“No, no… this’ll be good for now. I just wanted Klee to see what some Christmas goodies were like.” You finished the chocolate chip cookie in your hand, and wiped your hands on your apron, dusting off some of the flour that was on it. “But, since we’ll definitely need these sorts of treats at the Christmas party later this month, would you be up to make more when the time comes?”
“Anything for you, Your Grace.”
Noelle gave a small bow, before she turned her attention to cleaning the kitchen.
“Hey, Klee… do you think we should build gingerbread houses at the party?”
“They make houses out of gingerbread for Christmas?” Klee looked up at you with wide eyes, her mouth open in awe. “Wow, that must take a lot of gingerbread. Do people live in them?”
You held a hand up to your mouth, stifling a laugh and taking a moment to compose yourself before you shook your head. “No, Klee, they don’t. Gingerbread houses are small, kind of like dollhouses, and decorated with icing and candy. Building them is half of the fun, and then eating them afterwards is the other half of the fun. Oh, showing off your house to others is also fun…!”
Klee turned to look at the wide array of handmade candies on the counter, clearly contemplating how she could use them as decorations. Her focus was only broken when you began picking up plates of the goodies you made with Noelle, her gaze moving to the smile you kept on your face.
“Come on, Klee. Let’s clean up. We don’t want to make Noelle do all the work, right?”
“Okay!”
“H-Huh? Ah, Your Grace! That’s not necessary!”
- - - - -
“So, you’re saying that I’m supposed to write a letter to some strange old man that I don’t even know and just… get what I want?” Diona scoffed, placing her hands on her hips and turning her head away. “That sounds totally ridiculous, like some scam that a boozehound would fall for.”
“Aw… no, it’s really true!” Klee clenched her hands in front of her chest. “Their Grace said so!”
Diona looked at you from the corner of her eye for a moment, before she let out a “hmph”, and turned her head to face you and Klee. “Well… I guess that Their Grace wouldn’t lie, so… fine.”
The sounds of cats lazing about and cards being shuffled surrounded you and the two children as your group settled at one of the tables in the Cat’s Tail, though it was considerably less lively than normal due to it being around noon. Klee and Diona both had paper and crayons sitting in front of them, as well as an envelope for each of them to seal their letter when they were done.
“So…” Diona furrowed her eyebrows. “...what exactly are we supposed to do?”
You looked between the two young girls, chuckling with a smile on your lips. “Writing a letter to Santa is easy. All you have to do is write down what you want; just… list it all out on the paper.”
“And this “Santa” guy will make it happen?”
“...eh, try to keep it small-scale, Diona. Santa gives gifts, he doesn’t destroy anything.”
Diona grumbled to herself, her tail thumping against the cushion of her seat in annoyance, but she eventually started to write on the paper in front of her. The Spark Knight also got to work on her own letter, filling her paper with color as she scribbled out what she wanted for Christmas.
And, after they were done, they folded their letters and put them into their envelopes.
“Alright, now you just need to address them to the North Pole.”
Diona and Klee looked at you, curiosity in their eyes, before Diona raised an eyebrow.
“...to where?”
“The North Pole. That’s where Santa Claus lives, and where his workshop is located.”
Klee began to write the address on her envelope — simply “The North Pole”, in big bold letters — while Diona continued to stare at you, an unconvinced frown making its way onto her face.
“How exactly are these gonna get to Santa, anyway? He’s in a completely different world.”
“I’ll deliver them myself.” You carefully took Klee’s letter once she handed it to you, your fingers clasped around the envelope. “No postal service in Teyvat could get there, but I can handle it.”
“...okay.” Diona scribbled on her envelope and handed it to you. “But I still have my doubts.”
You held the two letters carefully, and chuckled again as you looked between the two kids.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure Santa will deliver!”
- - - - -
The gloves on your hands did little to keep out the cold, already covered in a layer of snow as you patted the icy substance thoroughly in your quest to form the base of your future snowman.
Dragonspine was a scary place — you would never traverse it alone in your current state — but the scenery at its edges was just the right amount of “winter wonderland” for you, and the sound of the younger Mondstadtian characters in the surrounding area only bettered that atmosphere.
“Your Grace, you should be careful. Sheer cold can be harmful, even to you.”
Albedo was standing by your side, completely unfazed by the cold; this place was pretty much his natural habitat at this point. His voice held slight concern, though his face remained calm.
“Huh? Nonsense, I’m fine. I ate some goulash before coming here; it’ll keep me warm.”
“You’re shivering, Your Grace.”
“...okay, fine.”
You moved over to the small fire that was built nearby, noticing that Bennett and Fischl were already there; the former was completely drenched and shivering as he huddled close to the fire, while the latter and her night raven familiar were completely fine. You reached your hands out to the fire to warm yourself, your fingers feeling a bit better, and looked over at Bennett.
“What happened to you?”
“Ah…” Bennett smiled, a hint of embarrassment laced within it. “Well… I just, uh…”
“He who has been born the most unfortunate suffered a great moment of slither-” Fischl caught your attention, her tone of voice confident. “-and was plunged into the beck of this biting berg.”
You stared at Fischl for a moment before shifting your gaze over to Oz.
“...the unlucky fellow had slipped on the snow and fell into the river.”
“Oh…!” You raised a hand to your mouth, covering the growing smile on your lips as you stifled a laugh. “Yeah… I guess your bad luck would spring up like that. Are you having fun, though?”
“Huh?” The adventurer tilted his head. “I… guess so?”
“Then that’s all that matters!”
Your attention shifted to Klee and Razor when you noticed them approaching the fire, sticks and stones in their arms. You even spotted some pinecones sitting within Razor’s stash of materials.
“We got the things for the snowman, Your Grace!” Klee bounced with each step, only coming to a stop in front of you. Her feet slid a bit from the snow. “And I found this really cool stick! Look!”
Klee adjusted the items in her arms, before holding up a stick with one hand.
You had to admit: it was a really cool stick.
“This good?” Razor held out his stash of materials to you, allowing you to look over all of it; he had a lot more in his arms than Klee did. “We hunt for what you said, and… this is what we find.”
“Of course!” You nodded, looking up at Razor with a smile. “You both did great!”
“Ah… good.”
Razor looked pleased with your praise; if he had a tail, it would definitely be wagging right now.
With a supply of materials now at your disposal, you began to work with the others to decorate the snowman; the base was all your doing, so you stepped back to let the others take the lead.
“Ore of the darkest night shall make quite a pair of eyes, would it not, my dear companion?”
“Klee’s stick can make a good arm! Oh, it’s hard to reach…”
“Let me, Klee. And this other stick can complete the pair.”
“I… do like this?”
“A pinecone for the nose? Neat! Gah, the rocks for the buttons keep slipping out of my fingers.”
The smile on your face grew as you watched the others work together to form a masterpiece.
“Wow… it looks amazing, everyone!”
It was a jumbled mess, but it was a real product of togetherness; each part was placed on by a different person to make a whole creation — small chunks of iron for the eyes, a pinecone as a nose, sticks for the arms, and rocks for the buttons. It was a shame that you didn’t think to bring any clothes for the snowman to wear, though, but that didn’t hinder the final masterpiece at all.
You and the others took in your combined creation in silent glory for a bit, and then you spoke.
“...so, has everybody had enough snow for today?”
There was a resounding “yes” from the group, and you shifted your gaze over to take note of their current conditions: Bennett had icicles starting to form on his damp clothes, Razor kept his arms close to his body as he shivered like a wolf pup, Fischl denied feeling cold — although Oz pointed out that she had complained earlier about not bringing warmer clothing to this outing — and Klee mentioned that the snow dampened the effect of her bombs. Albedo just appeared to be ready to go whenever everyone else was; he was clearly the one least affected by the cold.
“Then let’s head back to the city for some hot cocoa! Who wants whipped cream and sprinkles?”
“Oh! Oh! Klee does!”
- - - - -
“I’ll take a Gray Valley Sunset, Master Diluc!”
“You… do not need to address me as “Master”, Your Grace…”
“Aw, why not? Everybody else does!”
You planted yourself onto one of the barstools as you watched Diluc get to work behind the counter, the tavern being just as lively as it was most nights; luckily, most of the Angel’s Share patrons were too drunk to pay any attention to you, granting you a rare moment to just relax.
“My, you look rather tired, Your Grace.” Kaeya was sitting on a barstool next to you, leaning on his elbow. “I assume Klee has been dragging you around in her excitement this past week?”
“Yep!” You nodded, immediately grabbing your drink when Diluc placed it in front of you on the counter. “But I don’t regret telling her about Christmas. I’ve been having a lot of fun with all of it.”
The barstool on your other side squeaked as someone sat upon it, and you noticed a bard clad in green leaning into your peripheral vision, a smile set on his lips and a twinkle within his eyes.
“Oh? “Christmas”? What might that be, Your Grace?”
“A holiday from another world. I told Klee about it, and she’s been absolutely obsessed.”
“Ah, so that’s what you’ve been doing these past few days.” Rosaria was sitting on the other side of Kaeya, an alcoholic beverage already securely in her hand. Her expression was set in her usual disinterested frown, though the way she kept her eyes on you showed otherwise. “I heard that Barbara almost passed out when you requested her to sing… “Christmas carols”?”
You let out a short nervous laugh, before starting to drink your juice; it was cold and sweet.
“Oho?” Venti’s interest peaked as he leaned closer to you, the twinkle in his eyes having grown at the mere mention of your musical exploits. “If you need someone to sing for you, Your Grace, you’ve got the three-time winner of the “Most Popular Bard of Mondstadt'” title at your service.”
“If you want to carol with us, you’re totally free to, Venti!” You smiled at the bard before letting out a sigh, and you set your drink on the counter. “But, even though it’s been fun, we’ve still got to tackle the issue of preparing the Christmas party. Klee’s been looking forward to it since day one of our festivities, but I’m not sure where to begin with it. We’d need a place big enough for all of the guests, and we’d need to decorate it. Then there’s the food too. It'll be a lot of work.”
“So you need a place for the party?” Kaeya took a hold of his own drink, bringing the cup up to his mouth. “I’m sure the Knights would let you use their headquarters for the party, no problem.”
“The Knights of Favonius Headquarters…?” You thought for a moment, before you shook your head. “No, that wouldn’t work. Plus, I’d feel like it’d be… distracting to the Knights not invited.”
Rosaria sipped her drink. “Perhaps the Church, then? I doubt the Sisters would refuse you.”
“Absolutely not.” You hardly hesitated as you answered, and shook your head again. “The idea of having a Christmas party in the Favonius Cathedral… doesn’t exactly feel all that right to me.”
“Agreed. The Church is a bit too serious a location for such an occasion.” Venti nodded, placing his empty cup on the counter; if you were keeping count correctly, he had just downed his fourth drink. “I’d say this tavern is home to a much more suitable atmosphere for a joyous celebration!”
“...well, while Angel’s Share would be able to serve as a good space for the party-” You let your gaze wander around the tavern, taking in the sight of the many customers already drunk at their tables. “-it’s not really the type of place for a Christmas party to be held. I mean, maybe it would work if it was an adult-only event, but this party is gonna have people of all ages in attendance.”
The sound of Diluc clearing his throat caught your attention, and you looked towards him.
“Your Grace… if you’d so like, you may use Dawn Winery’s manor for your party.”
You perked up as you listened to Diluc, your lips turning up into a bright smile.
“Oh, that’ll be perfect! I love you, Master Diluc!”
The sound of glass shattering rang out from behind the counter, the remains of a glass on the floor as alcohol seeped into the wood. Diluc stood by the mess, a cleaning rag held in one hand and emptiness in the other; the warm tavern lights made you uncertain of the flush on his face.
“A-Ah! I’m sorry, Master Diluc!”
You continued to apologize to Diluc as he bent down to clean up the broken glass, his face now hidden by his bangs as he kept his head tilted down. Kaeya was trying — and failing — to hold back a chuckle, and Rosaria just silently sipped on her drink, her gaze averted from everything.
Venti let out a whine, his hand tightly gripping your sleeve as he tugged it. “Oh, that’s just not fair, Your Grace. You can’t say something like that without blessing me with such words too…”
“I-I just got excited by what Diluc said!” You glanced at Venti briefly, your eyes widened, before you looked at Diluc again, your face warm. “It’s just… thanks for letting me use the manor…?”
“It’s fine, Your Grace.”
Diluc stood up after he finished cleaning, his head turned away from you as if to allow him to continue hiding his face; even so, it was still obvious to you that he must still be embarrassed.
“I appreciate your enthusiasm, but just be more careful next time.”
You let out a relieved sigh and nodded, smiling at him.
“Will do, Master Diluc!”
- - - - -
You couldn’t help but take in a deep breath as the pine tree was set up in the manor, your hands on your hips as your chest expanded. You took a moment before you finally released the breath.
“Ah, the sweet smell of nature…”
It was a few days before the Christmas party was scheduled to take place, and you were doing some early decorating — namely, the big stuff that couldn’t wait until just before the big event.
And that included the tree.
“So…” You looked over at Diluc, who stood beside you. “I’m assuming that there aren’t already ornaments available to decorate with, but we can make do. Oh! Maybe we could have everyone make ornaments at the party and then decorate the tree together? That’d be super festive! But, in the meantime, we could at least put some popcorn on it right now to start, so it isn’t just bare.”
You were met with nothing but silence as Diluc looked from the tree to you.
“People put… popcorn… on trees for Christmas?”
“Wow! It’s so tall!”
Klee ran up to the tree, her head tilted all the way back as she looked up at it.
“Of course! The bigger, the better!” You walked up to Klee and gently nudged the Spark Knight away from the tree. “We’ll have to keep any and all fire hazards away from it, though. Okay?”
“Okay! Klee will be super careful!”
You looked back at Diluc. “Thanks again for letting us have the party here. It’s really so perfect!”
“It’s no problem, Your Grace. Just let me know if you need anything else.”
You felt as if you were a kid again as you ran around with Klee and got things set up, sharing the experience of choosing what should go where and what looked best with the young girl in red. You even decorated some of the exterior of the manor, not just the interior, though, due to the size of the building, you and Klee could only really work with the entrance outside the door.
In lieu of strings of Christmas lights, lanterns and Crystalflies were used to light up the desired area. The lanterns hung up on the wall, blending into the natural look of the manor — when the daylight faded, they would definitely stand out more — and the Crystalflies were caught in the vineyard, just to be gently guided to rest on the poles near the front door, their wings fluttering.
“...we’ll probably need to guide these little guys back here just before the party.” You watched as the Crystalflies fluttered their wings again, unable to stay still for long where you placed them. “I don’t think they’ll just… stay here for the next few days. They’re itching to fly again, that’s clear.”
There was a Crystalfly resting on Klee’s cap, only flying away as she tilted her head up.
“Do you think we’ll be able to find them again?”
You nodded. “Of course we will! These Crystalflies like Dawn Winery as much as the people of Mondstadt do. You can always find them around here somewhere, fluttering about the grapes.”
The Crystalflies resting on the wooden poles flew off into the vineyard, one by one, as you and Klee continued decorating. You wrapped ribbons of different colors — red, green, and white — around the poles, and draped some down from the balcony above, trying to make it coherent.
“...this place definitely says, “there’s a party here”, at least.”
“It looks great! And it’s so pretty!” Klee bounced on the balls of her feet as she looked up at the ribbons, before she looked at you. “Is there anything else to do before the party, Your Grace?”
You thought for a moment.
“Well… I think we’ve done everything we can right now. The tree’s main decorations can wait until the party, and the popcorn will be prepared tomorrow, but, besides that, everything else is ready. The manor’s staff are helping to take care of the food — and being compensated for their time by Diluc, of course — and Noelle will take care of the desserts for the party later. We’ll help her with that when the time comes, but, for now, we’re done. Why, still want to decorate more?”
Klee put a finger to her chin, before she began walking around to inspect the work you and her had done. The Spark Knight took in the sight of all the decorations you had put up, everything in the interior and the exterior of the manor, and her eyes sparkled as her gaze scanned over all of it. The decorations were a bit generic to be honest, only the presence of the — currently bare — pine tree making it clear that Christmas was what was being celebrated, but it was a good effort.
You worked with what you had, and during the party, it was sure to come together fully.
“Klee thinks it’s perfect, Your Grace! …but, um… maybe we could hang up more ribbons?”
Yeah.
This would all come together nicely.
- - - - -
“I’m so sorry I’m late! I had some trouble getting here…”
Bennett had an embarrassed look on his face, his form slumped over as he stood in front of you. His hair was ruffled up, some sticks and leaves poking out, and his clothes were slightly burnt, which made the water dripping off of him to form a puddle under him more noteworthy.
You smiled slightly at him. “I can see that… but, don’t worry, you’re not late at all.”
“H-Huh?”
“Ah, the man cursed with misfortune has arrived before the Prinzessin?”
You and Bennett turned to look at Fischl as she approached, Oz and Mona accompanying her.
“Hmph, this is truly a most unexpected eventuality, though not one unwelcome.”
Mona looked at Bennett with interest, her gaze scanning everything from his singed clothing to the water at his feet. “I must admit, it’s very unusual. I’d say you had a rare stroke of luck, but…”
“...what?”
Bennett looked between them and you, before rubbing the back of his head with his hand.
“I’m so confused… my invitation said that the party started an hour ago.”
The adventurer dug through his pockets until he eventually pulled out his invitation; the paper was completely drenched, though the ink was just legible enough to still be able to be read.
“But our invitations say the party will start soon.” Mona pulled out her own invitation, and took Bennett’s to compare the times. “See? Your invitation shows it starting a whole hour early.”
Bennett took his invitation back. “That doesn’t make any sense, I…”
You gained a slight sense of pressure as everyone turned to look at you. “Oh… I put an earlier time on Bennett’s invitation to account for his bad luck. You know… so he’d get here on time.”
There was a slight pause, everyone staring at you as you stared back at them.
And then Bennett let out a groan.
“Ugh, that’s so embarrassing…!”
“But it’s also quite smart.” Mona smiled at the unlucky adventurer. “You’d likely be suffering out in the wilderness right now if Their Grace kept the correct time on your invitation, wouldn’t you?”
“...y-yeah, you’re probably right.”
“Hey, I’m just glad you’re here on time, Benny.” You smiled and gestured towards the manor’s entrance. “Why don’t you all head on inside? There’s some refreshments set out already, and it seems like everyone else will be arriving soon enough. I’ll be out here greeting them, of course.”
Fischl looked at Bennett, whose embarrassment was still cooling off. “Let us continue forward, accursed companion. It would be wise to preen thyself before the rest of the due guests arrive.”
“Right.”
The two members of the Adventurer’s Guild headed inside the manor with Oz following behind them closely, the familiar taking care when he flew past the ribbons that adorned the entrance.
“Um, Your Grace?” Mona caught your attention, a hesitant look in her eyes. “If there… happens to be any… leftovers at the end of the party, will the guests be permitted to take some home?”
“You can take as much as you can carry.”
“Oh, thank you ever so much, Your Grace!”
- - - - -
“A party held at Dawn Winery… with no alcohol? You’re so cruel, Your Grace.”
Venti had slight disbelief on his face, even with his lips turned up into a smile, while Diona had hers turned up into a smug grin, her hands on her hips in triumph as she stood next to the bard.
“Well, I think Their Grace is only showing how great They are by keeping that stuff away. Why do you boozehounds always need alcohol to have a good time, anyway? It’s funner without it!”
“Diona’s right. At least, when it comes to this occasion.”
The bartender let out a chuckle at your approval, her smug grin growing towards the bard.
“Besides, this’ll be the first Christmas you’ll experience. You should experience it sober.”
“...not even a drop, Your Grace?”
“You’re gonna have to go dry tonight, Venti.”
Diona walked into the manor with a proud gait, her tail and head held up to the sky, as Venti let out a whine, his shoulders dropping. He only lasted like that for a second before he perked up.
“Alright, Your Grace. I suppose going through a party without wine won’t be so bad…”
“Oh, is this a “no alcohol” kind of festivity?”
You turned to see Kaeya making his way up the path leading to the manor, a trio of his fellow knights — Albedo, Klee, and Sucrose — walking right behind him until they stopped near you.
“Yep. There’s non-alcoholic apple cider and grape juice instead.” Your gaze wandered down to the wrapped gifts in each of the Knights’ arms. “You can go and put the presents under the tree for later. The gift-giving will happen after everyone arrives and gets settled into the jolly vibes.”
Venti eyed the gifts. “Oh-ho? I wasn’t aware that there’d be presents at this party.”
“It’s for “Secret Santa”!” Klee held her gift up for Venti to see. “All the Knights are doing it!”
“And, don’t worry, all the non-Knights will also be getting gifts too-” You put a hand to your chest and smiled. “-courtesy of me. It wouldn’t be fair for some to get presents here and others to not.”
Sucrose adjusted the wrapped box in her arms. “W-Wow…”
Albedo hummed. “A gift from the Divine Creator would be quite an honor. I’m almost jealous…”
“Oh, there’s no reason to feel that way.” You shook your head slightly at him, the smile on your lips softening. “All the gifts you’ll find under the tree are labeled from “Santa”, not me, so nobody is really getting a gift from the “Divine Creator”, okay? Now get on inside and enjoy yourselves.”
- - - - -
There were a few more greetings you got through — Barbara and Rosaria who arrived together, and Razor who arrived alone — before the last guests arrived: the other invited members of the Knights of Favonius — sans Noelle, who arrived hours before the party began to help prepare.
“I hope you’re all feeling merry!” You greeted them at the entrance to the manor, a smile still on your lips. “Because with all of you here, the party can finally start! Oh, it’s gonna be so fun…!”
“Apologies for taking so long, Your Grace.” Jean shifted the presents she carried in her arms, putting a hand to her chest. “I had some last minute duties that I had to attend to before being able to leave for the evening, due to so many of the Knights having to attend this party tonight.”
“It’s fine, no biggie.” You waved Jean’s concerns off. “I’m just glad you’re all here at all!”
Amber held up the wrapped gift she was holding to bring attention to it. “And we brought our “Secret Santa” gifts with us. Is there someplace that we should put them for now, Your Grace?”
“Under the tree.”
“Under the…” Eula raised an eyebrow in question. “...tree?”
You nodded. “There’s a pine tree set up inside; it’s called a “Christmas tree”. You put gifts under it until it’s time to hand them out and open them. It’s a classic Christmas tradition, a real staple.”
“Oh my, how quaint.” Lisa didn’t have a gift in her hand, which explained why Jean was carrying two in her arms. “Everything you say about Christmas just makes it more and more interesting.”
“I’m glad!”
Jean, Lisa, Amber, and Eula went inside at your gesture, with Mika tailing them.
Mika looked at you with a bashful smile, his present held carefully in his arms, and he glanced between you and it before his gaze settled on it. “T-Thanks again, for helping me, Your Grace.”
“Of course.” You lightly patted Mika on the back. “Now, come on. Let’s join the others.”
- - - - -
‘Twas the night of the party And all through the manor, The atmosphere was hearty And it was quite banner.
…and that was enough rhyming for now.
Though it took everyone a quick moment to familiarize themselves with what a Christmas party was like, it didn’t take long for the party to really start. Klee’s enthusiasm was a driving force for everyone else’s, especially anyone who might still have been hesitant about the whole thing.
The tree was finally decorated aside from strings of popcorn, the ornaments the product of a group activity where you helped everyone make their own; the branches were filled to the brim with unique creations that would last to the next time that a tree would need to be decorated.
You could hardly compliment Noelle and the manor’s staff enough for all their work on the food, and neither could anyone else. You swore Noelle would faint from how red her face had gotten from the praise, the Knights’ maid continuing to be modest about all the effort she had put in.
The various gingerbread houses were fun to see; everyone had varying ideas on what it meant to build a gingerbread house — some went with a more “normal” appearance with their designs, while others took more creative liberties with their edible materials. Diona had even based her’s on her own house, with little gingerbread people of herself and her dad put on the frosting lawn.
And then caroling was an experience.
Barbara and Klee helped you teach everyone else the carols you had picked out. Venti picked them up quickly — which you expected — and Rosaria opted out of caroling altogether — which you also expected. Diluc also preferred not to sing, as did Mika and Sucrose, but everyone else laughed their way through the carols, the sound of their voices together being not too shabby.
The most anticipated event of the party, the gift exchange, happened when everyone was finally settled in, and the Knights went around to give each other their gifts. The anonymous part of the identities of the givers fell apart during that part, the receivers gaining surprise at learning about who had served as their Secret Santa alongside the gifts themselves, though the biggest of the surprises had to be Mika’s and Sucrose’s when they realized that they were each other’s Santa.
The remaining party guests got a gift handpicked by you.
You kept your mouth shut as they all tried to figure out who had actually gotten them the gift — Kaeya, Albedo, Klee, Sucrose, and Venti also keeping quiet about it for you — and just let them question each other. The joy among the confusion was what really made it feel special to you.
When the gift-giving came to a close, you surprised the younger Mondstadtians with stockings to hang over the fireplace. Klee, Diona, Razor, and Fischl each got to put up their own stocking, but you helped Bennett with his, as having it accidentally get caught on fire would be a downer.
You still had extras, though… just in case.
And when the sun began to set in the distance, the party soon came to a quiet end… kind of.
“We gotta leave milk and cookies out for Santa.” Klee guided the other younger characters to the table that had been set up near the fireplace, where they set down a plate of cookies and a glass of milk upon the wooden surface. “It’s sorta like sharing wine with the Anemo Archon.”
“And then our hosiery hung above the embers shall be filled with his largesse on the morrow?”
“Yep!” Klee nodded towards Fischl, a smile on her face. “That’s what Their Grace told Klee.”
“But it won’t happen unless you’re all asleep.” You looked between the five youngsters. “Santa doesn’t come when you’re awake. He only comes to leave presents in the middle of the night.”
Diona’s tail flicked behind her. “That sounds kind of fishy, but if that’s what you say, then okay.”
“So…” Razor thought for a moment. “...Razor and friends go to sleep now?”
“That should be easy.” Bennett rubbed the back of his head before he stretched his arms out above his head, a smile on his face. “It’s been pretty exciting all day, so I’m a bit tuckered out.”
“Diluc’s been kind enough to have prepared rooms for you guys tonight.” You gestured towards the staircase and towards the second floor of the manor. “So feel free to get settled in, okay?”
“Yay!” Klee clapped her hands together. “Let’s go to sleep so Santa will come!”
You watched as the younger characters headed upstairs, disappearing from your sight, before you turned your attention to the other guests. The adults were all getting ready to leave, either gathering up the presents that they had gotten or grabbing leftovers to take home with them.
“I’d say have a safe trip, but I’m sure your group is the safest it could possibly be.”
The characters not staying at the manor — meaning everyone but the youngsters who were staying the night, Diluc who lived here, and Noelle who was staying to help clean up — were going to be heading back to the city, the majority of the group being comprised of vessels that were members of the Knights of Favonius. You knew anybody would feel safe with all of them.
Jean looked at you, her eyes tired despite her smile. “Apologies for not staying for longer.”
“It’s okay. I know you guys can’t just all be away from the city for long at the same time.”
“But we should definitely do this again sometime!” Amber had a smile on her face, still full of energy despite how late it was. “It was so much fun, Your Grace! This holiday was a blast!”
“I agree.” Eula held both her and Amber’s gifts in her arms. “It was quite the get-together.”
You waved to the group as you watched them leave the manor and start their journey towards the city, the Knights forming the edges of the group. Barbara was within the protective circle of the group with Mona right by her side, the astrologist carrying much more than she arrived with in terms of food. The only one not in the group was Rosaria, who left a bit earlier on her own.
The group soon vanished into the dark of night, the manor now much quieter than before.
You let out a small sigh as Venti approached you, and briefly glanced at Noelle and Diluc as they — and the manor’s staff — got busy cleaning up the party before focusing on the bard.
“Well, Your Grace, I’d say this party of yours was a huge success!”
“I’m glad it was!” You gestured for Venti to follow you. “Now, mind helping me fill the stockings?”
“Oh?” Venti raised an eyebrow as he followed you over to the fireplace, an interested glimmer in his eyes. “I thought Santa was supposed to be the one to fill those once everyone was asleep?”
“Spoiler alert: Santa is more of an… idea, rather than a real person. Don’t tell the kids, though.”
“So, that’s how it is, huh…?”
Noelle handed you the bag of prepared goodies as she passed by, the action of it exchanging hands seeming like more of an instinct as she focused on gathering discarded wrapping paper.
The bag was like a smaller version of Santa’s bags in your eyes, and you sifted through it to begin sorting the items into each stocking, taking great care to divide everything in it equally.
“Of course. The magic of Christmas is all about children’s hopes and beliefs… oh!”
You grabbed a cookie from the plate near the fireplace and stuffed it into Venti’s mouth.
“Here, eat a few. It’s “proof” that Santa visited.”
Venti grabbed the cookie out of his mouth, coughing a bit before he chuckled. “Thank you for this honor, Your Grace. Though you could be a bit more gentle when feeding me, you know.”
“Less talking, more eating, Venti.”
It didn’t take you too long to fill the stockings with treats and items tailored to each youngster’s interests, and along with the Christmas tree, the stuffed stockings hung over the fireplace made the perfect little holiday scene, something that felt so foreign in this world yet so familiar to you.
So the party was done, with the kids into bed, And the Creator’s smile was on their face, spread. For a spoken last joy, with the bard to their right— “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
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alatusprinz · 1 year
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" my oath to you . "
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pairing : xiao x f!reader
genre : smut with plot, angst themes/undertones
tw! : near-death experience on reader's side, mentions of blood
summary : when you accidentally get into a life-threatening situation, the vigilant yaksha struggles to control his feelings. he had to feel you, he just had to inhale your scent, listen to your beating heart, and perhaps more.
warnings : sexual content, overprotective behavior, slight obsessive tendency mention, unprotected sex pussy-drunken state mention, emotional sex, cumming inside etc
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You barely had time to breathe when you inevitably noticed the utter severity of your circumstances. Shiver travelled down your spine, your body tensing up in fear of what seemed like it would result in death with one trivial mistake. After all, you were unfortunately aware of the sheer overwhelming number of the agents surrounding you- ten of them as you could see.
"I must say I'm put off by the lack of honor. What could the Fatui want so desperately from a mere Liyue citizen that ten of you come ambushing a single target?" You scoffed at the lack of reply, all that they provided was condescending giggle from some. Clearly, they seem to be perceiving your abilities and words as no more than a pest.
A small voice at the back of your voice demanded- call him. Call his name, you know he'd come for you.
One moment filled with hesitation slipped past your fingertips- there was always possibility of him being preoccupied. Perhaps you could fight them off alone, then find means of escape. You couldn't always rely on him, could you?
Then another moment past, your thoughts were left unanswered as the agents came charging at once. You desperately tried to fight off the ones who came in offense. Holding your stance and defense was the best you could do against them, and even that was proving to be a threatening task. Your stamina was already running low from returning from a lengthy journey, not to mention your electro energy having difficulties breaking through the shields of some.
The voice called out again, this time with more desperation- Call him! You can't last against them, they outnumber you!
You used a significant fraction of your remaining elemental energy and released a shockwave, knocking away the ones close to you to regain gap enough to at least call for Xiao. With half the mind to finally realize your current state was incapable of holding all of them off, your grip on your weapon tightened.
As soon as you could, you opened your mouth and tried to call out for him, only for you to realize moments too late that a pyro agent in front had finished preparing his slash, and was dashing towards you with full speed. Your mouth went dry, eyes wide from fear, panic and- there won't be enough time, not even Xiao could possibly arrive faster than a blink of an eye-
Then your vision went dark.
Temporarily.
All you could remember was a wisp, and then a furious, murderous force of wind knocking away the Fatui agent in front of you. Your body was swept into someone's arms, holding your trembling body with a tight grip. Even without opening your eyes, you could feel the familiarity in his scent, his protective hold on you. You opened your eyes and whispered his name while yearning for nothing more than his blazing warmth enveloping your figure. And judging from your shivering body, the fear from a near-death experience remained very much evident.
"The information was right, we have to report it back to Lord Harbinger!" One of the cicin mages yelled out, signaling the others to escape. With one slash of his polearm, Xiao silently saw to it that the ones attempting to leave were... hindered. The mastery of battle arts he possessed was definitely a sight to behold, you had to admit.
The hand wrapped around your waist tightened, Xiao's mask glowed in an eerier dark color than you remembered. His fury, bloodlust and wrath was almost visible to bare eyes- the air growing thicker each passing minute. Xiao made the slightest of movements, and he was keeping the Fatui agents unable to escape, yet still wounding them little by little. Almost as if he was deliberately taking his time.
You flinched slightly when a cicin mage let out a bloodcurdling scream from whatever blow Xiao landed on her, you avoided looking at them when you could. Xiao surely then, noticed your uneasiness with the sight of blood.
Placing you on the ground gently, Xiao ripped out a long strip from fabric on his sleeve. With incredible amount of stone-cold calmness, he wrapped the fabric around your eyes, like a blindfold.
"Don't move and keep the fabric on your eyes." Even with your sight obscured, you felt calm since Xiao was there with you. As long as he was there, you knew no harm would come. You nodded, silently remembering once again that he could have easily ended the battle the moment he arrived. That he could have swung his spear with one precise blow and possibly ended all of their lives with no more than a lift of his finger. You gulped, since it left only one option as to why he had been taking his time with them. Perhaps he did not see the reason why as to their death should be quick and clean.
Surely enough, their voices did not quiet down as fast as you expected. Your brows furrowed in slight discomfort from how some sounded like they were pleading for mercy, and then the eerie silence following. Stopping Xiao didn't seem like an option, however. After all, you imagine you too, would finish someone off yourself if they had threatened Xiao's life.
Amidst your thoughts, you noticed that it had finally fallen silent around you. When you reached for the fabric around your eyes, Xiao's gloved hand prevented you from taking it off.
"Keep it on." I don't want you to see this brutality- this evil I'm bound to commit as long as I walk this earth. Xiao's thoughts echoed silently inside the safety of his mind, the idea of you being frightened by him leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
To you, Xiao's voice sounded ambiguous, like he wasn't even sure on how he felt then. The both of you struggled to find words to say when he lifted your body with ease (being an adeptus, this proved itself to be an action of utmost ease to him), and teleported to where you expected to be your familiar room in Wangshu Inn.
Your vision slightly wavered from the sudden light when Xiao slowly pulled the fabric off your eyes. When your sight cleared, there stood Xiao, amber eyes fixated on scanning from your head to toe for signs of injuries. Surely enough, minor ones were bound to be left behind.
"You're hurt." You two murmured at the same time to one another. You referred to the slight cut on his forearm, a small one that you imagine is stinging like hell at that point. Xiao's brows furrowed as he kneeled down and slowly caressed your calf. You hadn't even noticed the slight scrape on your lower calf, it didn't hurt at all.
"It's fine, I can't feel anything really." You tried to comfort Xiao, but his expression visibly fell somber.
"Did you kill them?" In an attempt to divert his attention from your scrape, you managed to ask him the question in slight curiosity, slight concern on what his answer would be. After all, if he had really killed them, would that be a diplomatic problem for Liyue and Snezhnaya? They were usually regarded as diplomats, after all.
"I don't fancy murdering humans." Noticing your concerned expression, Xiao replied curtly. His sullen expression never changed.
"Why didn't you call out for me?" His voice was eerily grim, cold. The tone he used cut through your heart like a knife, and perhaps you deserved his brusque attitude after what you got yourself into.
"You didn't call my name, not once. What were you thinking?" Xiao's voice got louder as he spoke, roaring and demanding answers from you. You had never seen him like this, absolute fury burning in his eyes, his grip on your ankle grew tighter as well. You avoided looking at him, squirming in what felt like regret, the discomfort making your stomach drop.
Xiao's heart was beating too loud, too fast for his liking. Just the mere thought of your helpless expression when that lowlife attacked you, how your mouth fell open and no sound left them, all of what he had seen sent a bloodcurdling feeling of terror, horror through his veins. Heavens, he was about to lose you. On the land he was sworn to defend. The events flashed in his mind like a rewound tape, Xiao clutched his shirt in frustration and lack of awareness on how to control this swarm of unsettling emotions.
"I saw it, the hesitation in you. Do you- lack faith in me that much?" Xiao's golden eyes glistened in what looked like conflict. His mind raced with millions of thoughts, what if he had lost you there? What if he wasn't there around the area? What if he didn't make it in time? He gritted his teeth, the realization that mere swift connection of coincidence and luck were what allowed him to save you today made his blood boil. Not from you calling his name, just because coincidentally he happened to be around the area. Otherwise... he refused to think further if things were otherwise.
"...I'm sorry, Alatus. I really am." You didn't have any other words to say, fully shouldering your irresponsible, immature thoughts of solving the problem alone that had almost cost you your life. You kneeled down as well, and grabbed Xiao's hand. Slowly slipping off his gloves after seeing that he didn't seem to mind, you held his both hands in yours in an attempt to calm him down. You were holding his hands in yours, skin warm, alive and breathing in front of him. This was the least you could do.
Xiao half-hated how you managed to calm his racing thoughts and heart with a mere touch of your skin. It made him feel vulnerable sometimes, but today he didn't have the privilege to question such trivial matters. As he once again glanced at your slight scrape that looked like it may start bleeding, he suddenly remembered how you looked when he came to your rescue. Trembling like a leaf, your eyes avoiding the sight of blood- blood he unfortunately was too used to. The sight, smell, texture on his skin or clothes, everything about it was nothing unusual for the vigilant yaksha. But just then in his arms, Xiao painfully remembered how you tremble even in his hold. Blood scared you, murder, death, violence... they all scared you. Of course it would- he had half the mind to remember that you were a fragile mortal. You should be scared of them, naturally. But does that not mean that you were bound to be scared of him, too?
Once again, Xiao's rational mind failed to function for once. His golden eyes only held his instincts as far as you could see.
“I love you.”
Your eyes widened at Xiao's words. You had scarcely ever heard those words from him before. Even if he did say it, he would normally whisper in a tone quieter than the calm nocturnal breeze, as if he didn't even want you to hear him. But just now, he-
"I love you." Once again, Xiao repeated with the same voice, unwavering, almost confident tone in his confession.
The moment your eyes met, his breath is on yours in a heartbeat, lips molding against one another like second nature. You shivered slightly when he pulled you closer by cupping your face with two shivering hands, his slightly calloused bare hands always felt pleasant on your skin. Amidst your relief and blood rushing to your head from the overwhelming emotions, Xiao whispered the precious words of oath tenderly again. Once and twice more, you lost count with how intensely he embraced you in his warmth.
“I love you.” Again, he whispered against your lips. You sighed into the kiss, slightly taking notice of his vocal tone- you were certain you had never heard this hopelessness? want? from his normally monotonous voice before. He sounded so... expressive. Just as you tried to reply, your chance was stolen again with how desperately he clung onto you, his kiss mesmerizing as always.
In the heat of the moment, Xiao pushed you to the bed, not parting your connected lips and laced his fingers with yours. You barely managed to gasp into the kiss when he firmly pressed- or rather, slammed your slightly-trembling hands to the mattress. After he pulled away from the kiss reluctantly, he took a few moments gazing at you. You couldn’t help but frown at his complex expression whilst he lightly caressed your body under him. His amber eyes were as radiant as they were in your lovestruck daydreams.
Leaning in closer, Xiao took a moment to rest his head in the space between your neck and shoulder. His tense body visibly relaxed against the warmth of your body while trying to steady his shaky breath to listen to the sound of your heartbeat better. After all, you were okay. God, after all the chaos that struck, after everything that happened- you were okay, you were with him… alive underneath him. He thought he lost you. He saw you- He- He saw all too clearly how you gazed at him. He saw the look in your eyes with gaze full of fear, panic when you couldn't even manage to whisper his name for one last time and- fuck, his mind clouded over with wrath, disappointment, and concern again-
You noticed how his face almost grimaced, eyebrows furrowed in deep concern and worry. With how tightly he was holding you, pressing his lips, kissing every inch of your skin he could, it was hard not to notice. With a deep sigh, you lightly pulled your hand away. Your original intention was to caress his cheeks to calm him down as little as you could.
“Xiao- ”Well, at least attempted to before Xiao’s eyes shot open and slammed your hands back down again.
“Don’t.” You took a sharp breath and stared at him with wide eyes at his sudden actions, making his expression soften once more apologetically. Even if he didn’t verbally express it, you knew how hard he tried to treat you gently, kindly as mortals expressed.
“… Please. Let me feel you.” You relaxed and caressed his hand holding yours with your thumb, taking notice of his pleading gaze. It was ultimately your fault too, endangering your mortal self as he criticized often. You gulped and pushed away the frightening thoughts of what could’ve- what was about to happen if Xiao hadn’t sensed you- if Xiao had arrived merely a millisecond later than he did.
Xiao's entwined fingers pinned your hands down deeper as he placed chaste kisses on your neck. You couldn't help the sigh of pleasure, his lips simply scattered what seemed like innocent kisses on you. Your relaxed state changed when he started sucking, greedily inhaling your scent and nibbling on your sensitive skin. Even the smallest scrape of his sharp fangs made your back arch, whining in his ear for more.
The concept of leaving marks on your lover's body never appealed to Xiao much. When he saw you, his eyes always adored how pretty your skin looked, clean, unbruised and unhurt. The body he worshipped and loved more than anything, he frankly did not understand why leaving bruise-marks were desirable. Until now.
"X-Xiao?" You noticed how he was attempting to leave hickeys on purpose, to your surprise. This is new. He pulled his hands away from yours and instead placed one on your shoulder, other gripping your jaw to offer him space to leave his marks.
"Stay still." His authoritative tone sent a wave of arousal through your body, more so when Xiao sunk his fangs around the hickeys forming on your neck. You couldn't help but notice how restless Xiao was today, his actions and kisses all felt desperate, needy.
"You're beautiful." While you were overwhelmed with how his hands were pulling at your clothes and barely wasting any moment to dive right back into worshipping your body. Every inch of you was his to mark, kiss, and adore. Even tarnish, if he pleased. A twisted sense of pride overtook his senses.
His hands felt incredibly warm against your burning skin, every inch of you yearning to feel more of Xiao. His hands explored your body, caressing, grabbing and undressing as he saw fit. Your hands also moved on its own to undress him, revealing his toned chest, a pretty sight to behold. As soon as you were done with taking off his clothes, he pushed you down again, lips planted onto yours in a shared vigorous kiss. A fresh sense of arousal flared through your body from how different he was today, he wasn't as careful and gentle as he was. No, he was commanding, desperate, needy and... And you liked it a little bit too much perhaps.
"Xiao..." You suddenly felt unable to wait any more, you needed to feel him inside. Peppering kisses down your body, he hastily pulled at your trousers and underwear, then gazed at you from in between your legs. The sight alone had your breath hitching in excitement.
"I- I can't take it anymore, can you..." You found yourself stumbling over your words when Xiao's warm tongue licked a stripe on your inner thigh, peppering soft kisses towards your glistening cunt. He ran his fingers over your heat, faintly reminded that your wetness was a proof on how much of an effect he had on you. Xiao's sight was fixated on your expression as he left love bites on your inner thighs as he did with your neck, his amber eyes darkened in insatiable lust. The similar pride from earlier clouded his senses each time your face twisted and moans left your puffy lips.
Pride. Yes, that's what he felt. After all, only he could do this to you, make you feel this way- Make you his.
Your eyes fluttered open when you heard rustles of Xiao taking off his remaining clothes. His normally neat hair was slightly messy, radiant golden eyes much darker and clouded than your memory serves. He pressed your foreheads together, leaning in as close as he could. Your warmth calmed him down, perfect body molding so prettily in his hands.
"I love you." Your heart swelled with a swarm of emotions from how vocal he was. Finally for the first time today, you had the chance to reply.
"I love you, Alatus." You circled your arms around his shoulders, attempting to feel him closer. That was all he needed to hear.
Your mouth fell open when Xiao sunk his length into your cunt, your nails digging into his shoulders in desperation. The dull pain mixed with the pleasure of being stretched open clouded your senses, your body tightening around him in natural response. Almost immediately when he pushed all the way in, both of you let out a sigh of pleasure.
When he finally notices the relaxing in your muscles and perceives your comfort, Xiao begins moving against your heat. With every thrust, your cunt seemed to suck him in as he dragged himself out to the very tip, then slamming it back in. Your cheeks felt hot to the touch when lewd sounds of skin slapping and mattress not-so-subtly creaking filled the room. Two bodies burning with desire, love and lust, your vision went hazy form the overwhelming emotions and physical pleasure. Before you could tell, you had absolutely zero control over your voice as you let out the embarrassingly loud moans spill despite your attempt to restrict it.
Xiao's burning gaze never left your face, your eyes and how your body reacted to him. His brain short-circuited, entirety of his thoughts were screaming - (name). (name). (name). He greedily observed, drank in your body’s reaction to him. If this is how he can make you look and sound- He wanted more.
"You're so beautiful..." Xiao molded his lips against yours as soon as the words left his mouth, sucking on your tongue in a needy manner. His quiet moans escaped into the kiss, along with your gasp when his hands hold onto your waist and slams harder into you. His pace remained stable, yet his forceful, deep thrusts sent shocks of pleasure through your body. When he proceeded to grind lewdly against your core, your voice trembled as a high-pitched moan was ripped out of you. Xiao noticed how your body tensed up, amber eyes observing you in a lust-driven stare. The higher he realized he could take you, the greedier he became for your pleasure.
You were acutely aware of Alatus' gaze on you, his stare was never subtle to start with. The hungry look in his eyes, the way he had his way with your body, he didn't even look like he was fucking you into the mattress for his own pleasure. In fact, his eyes darkened, pace got faster each time your moans got louder. Your pleasure was his greatest oasis- to a man starved to quench his thirst.
"I'm all yours" You managed to form the words that's been lumped at your throat for the entirety of today. Xiao's eyes briefly glossed over in pleasant surprise.
"I'm yours, Alatus. I love you, I love you so much." You ran your fingers through his hair, gazing into his eyes. He looked the prettiest on top of you like this.
Suddenly like a switch flipped in his head, Xiao grabbed your hands and resumed his hard, deep thrusts. Only this time, the pace got faster as each moment passes by. Your mind couldn’t focus on anything else other than the sweet sensation of his thick cock filling you to the brim and forcing out sounds you didn’t know you could produce. When he dragged his veiny cock over your sensitive spot, you shuddered at the feeling.
With each moan he heard from you, the hazier Xiao's mind became. You were with him for life, you loved him as he did you. Your hearts were one and you were his- his, his, his. All his.
As the possessive thoughts flooded his senses, Xiao grabbed onto your hips harshly and started moving your body in response to meet his thrusts. The way he forced his raw cock, used your body to freely match his pace sent a flare of heat through your body, the arousal coating Xiao's cock almost starting to drip onto the sheets.
"Y-You like this." Xiao's voice trembled subtly in sight of pleasure, yet his authoritative tone withheld. You nodded vigorously, unable to form coherent sentences without stumbling over your words.
"Tell me what I can do- more to make you feel better" Your pussy clenched around his cock even more when he asked so adorably how to please you. Pulling your hips against his even harder, you noticed his set-pace faltering as his orgasm approached rapidly.
"I'm already really close-" You managed to reply and reached out to rub your clit against his movements. The moment you started flicking, circling your clitoris, an electric feeling of pleasure made you moan out loud, your vision slowly fading to white. Trails of fire was threatening to break loose in your lower stomach, your high approaching. With a violent shudder, your orgasm hit you hard, like a wave of burning flames taking over your figure.
The sight of you so desperate for him was what sent Xiao over the edge. His beautiful, beautiful lover, all his under him. His own eyes glossed over in pussy-drunken state, he couldn't stop his hips, he just couldn't go another second without the intoxicating feeling of your warmth squeeze around him. Your body twitched from the dull aftershocks of overstimulation, yet you still wanted more. So did Xiao.
You see, the more he indulged in his pleasure-driven force, the greedier Alatus felt. All he wanted was more, more of you, more of your body, pretty moans, and this overflowing emotions, warmth in his chest- (love).
I want you, I want all of you- Xiao wanted to whisper into your ear, repeat it until you finally realized how desperate he was for you. Perhaps it was beyond greedy to desire more of you while fucking you, but it was of no importance. From how tight you squeezed around him when you came so prettily, all of the memories and your beauty overwhelmed him- and just as he drank in your overstimulated sight, Xiao's movements went tense. His cock pulsated inside you, and you gripped the sheets in an attempt to keep what little shred of sanity left in you. Both of you panted, basking in each other's afterglow.
With an endearing look in his eyes, Xiao leaned in closer to claim your lips once more. You smiled into the kiss,
and the rest was history.
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brayneworms · 1 year
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roots of lore.
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ft. xiao x gn!reader
word count. 1.4k
content. scars, scar touching, xiao's backstory (mentions of abuse + slavery), massages, xiao is touch-starved, fluff, petnames (sweet boy), grinding, not technically smut but definitely suggestive, light dom/sub undertones (dom!reader + sub!xiao).
synopsis. xiao is free now, but his scars remain.
notes. i am an nsfw blog, minors dont follow me or interact.
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Xiao's body locks up beneath you, a trembling cage of flesh and soul.
You're reminded of when he'd grudgingly agreed to spar with you for the first time, after much wheedling. The first time you'd asked, he'd looked at you like you'd grown another head; the second time bred only subtle irritation. The third, he'd informed you flatly that under no uncertain circumstances could you beat him, and he doesn't like to fight at the best of times.
The tenth time, you wore him down. It had been exhilarating—you got your ass beat, sure, and Xiao had been going very easy on you, too. You'd limped back to the Wangshu Inn with bruised ribs and a strained ankle and a huge grin. You're sure Xiao thought you even stranger after that. But now it's become routine, and though he has years of experience on you, sometimes you're quick enough to get a couple of hits on him.
One time, oh, one time you managed to get his feet out from under him with a training staff, a harsh whap to the ankles and he went down, knees and face in the dirt. Before he can get his hands under him to push himself back up, he feels a phantom weight settle over him like a shadow, and he freezes. The blunt tip of your staff presses into his spine, right over a ridge, in a way that renders him temporarily motionless. Your knee brushes against the outside of his hip as you lean down, and when you speak, you're so close to his ear that he can feel his pulse in his skull; "Got you."
This is the first time you feel it—the way Xiao freezes when he's bested. At first you think you've made him uncomfortable, but... through the tufts of dark hair obscuring his expression, you can see the tips of his ears burning red. You can feel the slightest tremble running through his bones where your body just barely brushes his own. And, most tellingly, when you lean forward to murmur what was supposed to be a gloat, you feel the choked-off noise he bites back somewhere high in his throat at the contact.
And you suppose it's not so different to now, really—your room at the Wangshu Inn is quiet and decent, half-lit by glass lanterns and the moonlight outside. You're far too high above Liyue for any stray passersby to be able to see through your windows, which is just as well. You don't want anyone to be privy to this view except for you.
He's still mostly dressed, which is almost more tantalising than seeing him naked; there's something about the way the fabric drapes over his skin that makes you want to eat him alive. He's taken to burying his face in the bedsheets to hide as you work at him, a palm spread wide over his stomach to feel his stomach rise and fall. Even this contact sends his blood catching alight, his spine arching into your touch as your thumb strokes at the skin. Laving your care into pale flesh, one gentle swipe at a time.
You set another hand gently on the jut of his hip, push him back down to the bed. "You okay?"
Xiao presses his lips together, half mortified at his own lack of control and half blissed out beyond caring. Nobody has ever touched him like this, with so much care, so much love—it feels foreign, bubbling up hot and carbonated inside him like it insists upon itself. Calling out to an endless void, love me! Love me!
It seems impossible. But here you are, rolling him over on his stomach. He's half-grateful; burning up from the intensity of your stare, neck sore from trying to burrow into the bed to hide from it. He sinks his head into the pillows and let loose a long, trembly sigh as you clamber gently over him, legs bent on either side of his hips. The weight of you rests on him as you reach out to toy with a lock of dark hair.
Xiao whines at the suggestion of tension against his scalp; you pull nowhere near enough to hurt, but the in-between is maddening. It's like anticipation, like holding a loaded crossbow waiting for the bolt to loose. It feels like you should hurt him. Like you should want to. But you don't, and before long your fingers leave his hair to trace patterns on the nape of his neck, and Xiao shudders, burying his head into the pillow.
"You're okay, sweet boy," you murmur, and Xiao wants to argue that he's not a boy, he's so far from it, and sweet sounds like a joke when it tries to stick to someone like him. Karmic debt oozes from his pores, gritty and dark and acidic, surely infecting even your lovely hands, and Xiao readies his voice to say all this but then you run a finger hard down his spine and he stifles a whiny noise into the sheets instead.
He's aware, vaguely, that he's panting, that he's never felt this alive in this way in all his life, that what started as uncertain jerks of his hips to relieve some of the weird tension building hot in his low stomach has turned into a steady, rhythmic movement. His hips roll against the mattress, ignited by your careful touch, your fingers that dance on the precipice between pleasure and pain. It's too much, it's not enough, and Xiao stifles another cry into the mattress, mortified.
You stop quite suddenly, and Xiao makes another pathetic noise before realising where your hands have paused. The window in the back of his shirt that ripples over the skin of his spine, baring the flesh for the world. His heart flies into his throat; he usually keeps a glamour up, nothing especially powerful, just enough to heal his skin and keep people from seeing—
Your fingers trace a scar, and Xiao feels the prickling of tears at his eyes. Seeing that.
"Xiao," you whisper, and try as he might he is unable to read your tone. He's rooted to the spot, unable to move a muscle, and the fiery want in his abdomen goes cold and rotten in earnest. He can't look back at you. You've seen.
You must think he's hideous. A thing only worthy to be kept, to be hit, to be made use of. He wants to curl into himself and hide.
"I've never seen these," you murmur. "Do you keep them hidden?"
Shamefully, Xiao forces himself to nod; he can't possibly speak.
"Oh, sweet boy..." And your hands move again, tracing up and down the ridges, the jagged X that serves as a remnant of his days of servitude, tattoos his skin like a brand of ownership. Whip scars, beatings where the skin sliced open, pockmarking an unmeasurable amount of skin. Xiao wants simultaneously to pull away and to melt into you; he wants to let you rip him open at the seams, sink your hands into the ichor and black karma that makes him up inside. The thought of disappearing into the wind flits briefly, temptingly, across his mind—and then your hands drag over the center of that jagged X and his eyes roll back in his head, and the sinks into the mattress with little more than a whimper.
"You're so beautiful," he hears you whisper, and it feels impossible, like a sweet dream of some other reality where he deserves such gentle treatment. Your fingers nudge at the back of his head, coaxing. "Look at me?"
He cracks open a heavy eye with great difficulty; it gleams bright as topaz above cheekbones shaded in deep scarlet, hair amuss, shielding the rest of his expression, but his eyes speak enough. He looks agonised.
You lean forward, press your lips to the raised center of the labyrinth of scars in a stinging kiss, and Xiao swallows a choked noise. "I don't want you to hide these from me anymore, okay? Look how strong you are. How brave. I want to be reminded of that every time I look at you—that's what you deserve."
Xiao draws in a shaky breath. "I am not... any of that," he mumbles, paying no mind to how wrecked his voice sounds. "These are marks o weakness. Of servitude."
"And now you're free," you whisper, and Xiao's heart soars like a bird over the horizon. "Free to wander, to love. Free to stay right here with me."
Xiao can think of nothing better.
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cross-crye · 7 months
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𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙
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neuvillette x gn!reader
hurt/comfort
wc: 0.6 k
a/n: Fontaine brought me back from the dead and my new fictional bf saved me from the writing slump ive been in for months. So enjoy this hurt/comfort fic w Neuvillette. To be honest he may be a bit ooc but this is entirely self indulgent so it's fine.
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For a few days now it had been drizzling in Fontaine. Anyone who had attempted to step outside their home would find themselves to be rained on ever so lightly by the suppposed tears trieckling from the Hydro Dragon's heart. To some the scent of freshly fallen rain was comforting while others' mood had only been dampened by the uncooperative weather.
The Chief Justice of Fontaine was glancing at the rain outside from the window in his office. His view was ever so slighlty obscured by the tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. Hisbittersweet moment of peacefull silence was interupted by the creak of his office door opening as his concerned lover stepped through.
"Oh mon beau... What has gotten you so down?" They asked in a sombre tone adressing the judge. Despite not seeing his damp cheeks due to his turned back they were certain of the state their lover was in.
"I simply missed you is all." Neuvillette responded, attempting to dismiss his beloved's worries. Upon hearing his repsonse their concern for the man grew tenfold. They slowly approached him, moving to stand in front of him, offering his hadns a comforting squeeze.
"We both know thats not it Neuvi" they said hoping that the endearing nickname might help soothe him even a little. "You don't have to worry about burdening me with your thoughts. Please tell me what it is that truly saddens you so I can help." they continued.
Neuvillette hesitated to answer for a while, his expression betraying his inner turmoil. Eventually he decided to give in to his conflicting thoughts and confide in his love, after all he would trust them with anything. "The last trial I judged didn't qo quite as I expected it to…" he trailed off, still hesitating to look his partner in the eye. "A man had murdered his brother's wife in a jealous fit of rage. As the gruesome details of the case were revealed during the trial I couldn't help but think of what I'd do if something like this ever happened to you. I had previously thought I understood humans but I grow more and more unsure of that with every case. Its truly something to have to see people go against what I had previously thought to be human nature, becoming so overtaken by wrath that they do teh unspeakable." Neuvillette said sadly. "Cases like this make me realise that I now have something to loose to the unreliable nature of humanity. You. Im not used to that, so when the thought becomes apparent again I… I don't know what to do about it. So I end up overtaken by emotions I don't truly understand struggling to navigate my own thoughts and feelings." He finally declared dejectedly.
"Oh love… You worry far too much my dear. Now come here" They said as they moved to embrace Neuvillette. One hand was drawing patterns on his skin through the fabric of his clothes, the other softly carding through his hair as he wept silently into their shoulder all while maintaing their embrace. They'd lean down occasionally, leaving a kiss on his forehead or cheek soothing Neuvillette with affection.
The rain was letting up as Neuvillette calmed down, his thoughts regaining momentary stability. He lifted his face from his lover's damp shoulder hands moving to trace his jawline. Those hands moved up his soft skin, moving to wipe the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes. Now that the Chief Justice was no lpnger leaning down, standing at full height his lover would lean up, slightly raising on their tip tops to kiss the tear tracks adorning his pale cheeks.
The two remained in Neuvillette's office in a comfortable silence, preffering to let their actions do the talking instead of words, showering each other in affection, love shining brightly in both their eyes.
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genshingarbage · 1 year
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hi there mod diluc! can i request a drabble/oneshot with diluc x fem (or gn) reader where the reader is insecure about their looks and feels like they're not good enough for him? kinda like a fluffy hurt/comfort? :)
Awe! Hey there, lovelyluc! Ofc I can do this, it was a nice breather from all the angst and smut that I have just brewing away behind closed doors, lmao!!! I hope this was to your liking! Sorry for keeping you waiting just really busy with personal things right now!! - Mod Diluc
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Time and Time Again.
Diluc x Reader / Fluff-Comfort
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Why does he like you.
It wasn't a question anymore. It was a demand you really wished to have the answer to.
Your fingers tapped incessantly against the oak tabletop surface you stood beside, your hand tightly wrapped around a wine glass, the flavoured liquid swirling inside fervently as your wrist rolled in circular motions. Your actions oozed with clear impatience and frustration; to what, however, was something only you were privy to right now.
You squinted your eyes and flared your nostrils as you bought the glass to your lips, taking a hearty swig of the beverage before returning back to your prior actions. Your mind continued to race with the 'what ifs' and possible 'whys.' But it was all for nothing without concrete evidence, theorising and speculation was never your strong suit. So you sighed out in exasperation, wishing to admit defeat, but the gnawing voice of no reason in the back of your head wasn't going to allow it.
You audibly groaned out now and rolled your eyes, your hand leaving the tables surface to rub against the side of your face. Your stubbornness was certainly going to be your ruin, so many questions to ask him, but no courage to voice them. Him being, of course, Diluc Ragnvindr; Mondstadt's biggest tycoon of the wine industry, the most wealthy soul and most eligible bachelor, well all of them were true except the last one now.
But that was the problem right now, wasn't it? He is supposed to be no longer eligible to single women out there, no longer a bachelor. For he is with you, happily, of course... right?
You took another deep swig of your wine after the realisation that he may not actually be happy with you. Maybe he married you only for convenience? Oh, Archons... what if he didn't like you at all?! What if you were just an easy option because he already knew you, a familiar face that could solve his problems?
Your eyes widened as the heaviness of it all began to sink your mind and heart into a pitiful state of despair and worry. He did always seem distant, didn't he? ... somewhat aloof to your gestures of affection and tenderness. Your glass is now empty and so placed on the table while you traverse the short distance to the storage cabinet stowed at the corner of the spacious and luxurious living room.
As you subconsciously manoeuvre around and fetch yourself another bottle of high-priced wine, your thoughts continue to swirl inside; he only ever shows for dinner and special occasions that require his presence with you, as if it was all just another task... another tedious duty... as if you... was just another mundane necessity.
Pop!
You blink rapidly as the sound of uncorking the bottle brings you back, and you don't even remember grabbing the extra strong alcoholic beverage as you watch the deep red liquid pour into your emptied wine-glass-now full. The unsteady wavering of the smooth contents locking your gaze in a sudden hypnotic power, watching as it rises and sinks left and right, till finally settling once the liquid no longer pours inside, steady, still, unmoving.
Much like your romantic life.
You whined to yourself pathetically as you placed the bottle down and swiftly lifted the glass back up to meet your dried lips and suddenly dried throat, swallowing more of the numbing buzz that slowly clouds you more into intoxicated cushioning. This was childish and certainly unhelpful. You knew that much, but what else could you do?
Nervously, you bit at your nail on your free hand unoccupied with keeping a steady hold on your glass, a nasty habit you obtained as a child when the nerves of failing in your parents eyes plagued your every waking moment, when things seemed to look bleak and wasn't going your way or in anyway that had been intended. And much like back then, that same dreaded feeling began to overwhelm you now. What if you're unattractive? What if your ordinary self is too plain for that level of extraordinary that Master Diluc so clearly was?
You never made mighty or outstanding achievements in your past. You never conjured up to much of anything worthy of note, let alone history defining. Your biggest crowned achievement was this, right now, your life, married in unison with Diluc Ragnvindr. It was something that made you brim with pride and unbridled love and happiness, your faint smile was fleeting as you reminisced on those sweet memories, before the darkness swept back over and left you alone with the mere thought of; happiness for you, sorrow for him.
The grip on your glass grew increasingly tighter, your knuckles whitening under the pressure, and your eyes also began to shine with a glossiness to them, tears threatening to spill. Was your true love only true to your heart? And not a shared experience with the man you'd held so dearly? You meekly rubbed the spilling tears from your cheek as some managed to escape you and drop onto the wooden surface you stood beside.
Click.
The door...
"Y/N?"
That voice...
No, no, no, not right now, he can not see me right now, not like this... no!
It was the very man you'd spent the best part of an hour stressing and crying over, his voice laced with concern as you heard the footsteps grow nearer and louder as he approached you from behind. You hated this! How was he so skilled at being so silent, only knowing he's nearby when it's far too late.
"O-oh, hello dear, I didn't hear you approaching." You tried to feign softness in your voice to hide the wavering tone behind it. You dared not to glimpse behind either. You feared seeing him right now. Eye to eye will only unleash the gates you're desperately holding under lock an key. So you remained faced stiffly toward the table and away from his heavy stare; "Naturally," he replied in that suave voice he naturally holds, "how else am I to keep my beloved on her toes?" He finishes with a soft chuckle.
Your heart aches, a smile forming ever so slightly on your now reddened face, your eyes still glossy and your cheeks somewhat shiny from the few tears prior. He jokes with you... would a man who loves you really care to entertain you? Your hand placed absentmindedly against your chest as you pondered: Diluc would, regardless, because he's always been a charming gentleman. To any an all. It did little to soothe your worry as much as it instead led you to admire him more, which resulted in your self resentment to blossom hotter.
"Y/N, you seem troubled, speak to me." He pleaded, though it sounded more of a demand. You were used to his stoic voice in most cases, that's why those odd times he did crack a joke or shoot a flirty line to you it caught you off guard and never failed to fluster you.
Suddenly, you felt his warmth press against you from behind, his arms slowly snaking around your waist to pull you more into him. His forehead resting gently on the base of your neck where your hair lay neatly braided, his eyes closed unbeknownst to you, of course. His body shifting ever so slightly to press tighter against you.
There was a thick awkwardness of dead silence after his request however, your mouth parted, but no words left you. You were losing yourself in your self worry, your self-hatred, all of it, and you closed your eyes to still your nerves that bubbled under the surface, threatening to erupt. He held you so lovingly, caressed you with earnest intent, showed concern, these are all acts a lover would surely portray to their beloved, in yet... something in your mind wouldn't rest, wouldn't leave well enough alone, and unfortunately, it took hold of your reason entirely and began to control your words.
"Do you love me Master Diluc?" You questioned.
"Master?" He questioned back. His eyebrows lifted ever so slightly in a quizzical expression as well as slight shock. You hadn't called him that title since the last day you served him or his family as a maid, since the day he proposed to you...
"Do you?" Your head instinctively began to turn, the itching desire to look the man in his eyes, in yet you froze, halted your actions and remained faced forward, eyes glaring down at your hands pressed against the tabletop, your focus locked onto the beautiful crystal smelted wedding ring the red head behind you had so gently slid onto your finger that faithful day.
"Y/N, of course I do. What is this?" His voice grew more stern now, stricter and laced with demanding expectancy. His grip on you began to loosen ever so slightly. The feeling of his grip softening only served to sting your heart harder. Could he not stand to you hold in an embrace for that long? Of course he couldn't, why would he want to? You're nothing.
You sniffed in sharply, a frail attempt to steady your racing heart that thumped aggressively in your chest, the blood rushing around and drowning your ears in white noise. You swallowed down the lump that had at some point lodged itself into your throat, a shaky breath exhaled past your lips.
"Y/N." He sounded annoyed...
"Why?" Your voice meekly replied back.
"Why what?" He sighed out, annoyed you'd answered his question with another question, yet still continued to humour you.
"Why do you love me?... no... how can you?" You spoke softly, it sounded as if it was meant only for you to hear, but with him pressed against you, his chin now digging into your shoulder softly and nuzzling against you, he was sure to hear it as well, and hear it he did.
"Why do you speak like this? Has something happened?" He began to deflect your questions now, the lack of a true answer doing nothing to calm your impending outrage.
"Yes, something did happen." You spoke clearly now.
"What." He was no longer asking.
"I've come to realise the truth." You replied, he pressed against you harder, only to glance down to see the two empty bottles of wine, and the currently opened high percentage one, your wine glass beside your hand that was clenched and whitening moreso.
He let out a defeated sigh before pulling away from you, the cold surrounded you like an unforgiving villain.
"You've been drinking." He stated factually.
"And what of it?" You retorted with somewhat aggression.
"You don't realise the nonsense you're saying to me right now." He argued flatly. His distate toward alcohol was known well to you, but it never deterred you from enjoying it from time to time, or using it as a way to lessen the burden of realising you're in a loveless marriage with a man far too out of your league.
"It is not nonsense. And stop assuming I am drunk." You growled, still not daring to face him.
He crossed his arms now, the somewhat screech of his clothes echoing out while tightening on him as his arms flexed in his ruby red long coat.
"You'd be inhumane to not be drunk after consuming so much of that wine, Y/N, specially from my self made bottles." He groaned out like a disappointed father.
You breathed in deeply and decided fuck it, turning round to face him now, you wish you hadn't though...
His crimson eyes instantly captured you into a sudden lock you were too weak willed to break from, his anger mixing with concern clearly painted over his face also hurt you, maybe you had been acting irrationally... but... but no, you wasn't, you are not drunk, certainly not, and you know what you're saying is true.
"I am inhumane though aren't I, Master Diluc?" You narrowed your eyes to which he squinted back, his hand coming out open palmed in a gesture to explain, "and how in all of Teyvat did you summon this ridiculous statement?" He questioned.
"I am nothing more than a maid... it's all I've ever been... all I'll ever be..." Your lip trembled, your resolve dissappeared faster then your prior glasses of wine did when you was downing them oh so ungracious like.
You hadn't realised at that point the way Diluc's angered expression softened almost instantly, his strict demeanour breaking in record time and replaced with one of hurt and confusion, how could you have noticed? Your eyes were looking down at your hands, at your ring.
"I... I don't deserve a man like you, I was stupid to ever think I deserved more in life. I don't deserve to love you, a man so beautiful, so fierce and charming, so talented... a man... whom I was meant to only serve..." Your eyes began to fill with tears, this time the alcohol had numbed your senses of it all and so they fell freely, dropping into the delicately woven carpet beneath your heels, the very heels that Diluc gifted to you for your birthday only four weeks ago.
Your lip trembled harder, your voice lost to your grieving, "you should be married to a woman of higher stature, dignified purpose, like... like the acting grand master Jean, or Eula Lawrence, a woman of nobility to match yours... not a commoner with nothing to her name! N-not a shabby maid whose only purpose was to clean dishes and mop floo-!" You were suddenly silenced.
Your eyes widened, the tears halting in your glossy stare, blurred ever so slightly, but the feel of his lips were always decipherable, the tender movement of his guiding lips on yours well known, his gentle tongue caressing your own into a joint dance of the wet muscles inside both of yours mouths. He pressed against you softly, your hands flatly pressing against the table behind you now, the need to feel grounded to avoid falling.
Your eyes closed as you slipped into the blissful embrace of your lovers passionate and somewhat desperate kiss, he was a man of little words, he didn't know how to soothe a troubled person let alone his suffering lover, but he hated seeing you this way, detested hearing your words, those lies, all of it wrong. He didn't know how to make you see this except to embrace you, something he's now realised while engulfed in all that is your womanly beauty, he's done very little of, definitely not enough of.
Only when the burning need for air gripped you both in your lungs did he finally pull away.
Panting softly, his hands now pressing either side your smaller frame, keeping you trapped against the table, his red hair up in his signature high ponytail, yet a few strands now come loose and frame his beautifully sculpted face. His eyes deepening its glare into you.
"Y/N. Please stop." His voice sounded so frail now, so hurt and your flustered self suddenly felt ashamed.
"That isn't true... none of it, and you know it." His eyes trail down your body slowly, shamefully eyeing you, he made it clear he was attracted to you in the way his eyes hunger and lust along your frame, only to come back to a stand off with your own glossy ones.
"You may have been a maid before that much is true, but that doesn't define you, it never did. I love you, for you, I would not have gone through such hassle to learn from my broth..." his voice cut short suddenly and died in his throat, the pained expression on his face making you fully understand who he was suddenly remembering, "...Kaeya, when I was younger, how to win your hand in marriage and gain your love, now would I?" He questioned, his head tilting slightly as he did so.
He held valid reason there... even your cloudy and intoxicated brain couldn't rebute that fact...
"I..." Your voice couldn't come out, you was too overwhelmed.
"Eula is an astranged acquaintance, to whom I keep at friendly and polite distance, for the mere sake of nobility respect, and Jean is a very close friend of mine Y/N, and yes, I love her dearly." Your eyes began to drop down, the jealousy already threatening to consume you once more, but his strong finger and thumb grip your chin softly and guide your sights back onto him, his lips close to yours, his hot breath fanning across your face. "But she isn't the one I'm in love with Y,N,"
He drops your face now and suddenly engulfs you in his warmth, the embrace soft and welcoming, hugging you tightly into him and clouding your sight in darkness now as you close your eyes and nuzzle into him helplessly.
"You are." He gently places a kiss atop your head; his hands stroking your back and another locking your head into place to keep you pressed into him lovingly so.
You couldn't help the smile that broke onto your face now, as if a weight had been lifted from you, the darkness finally beginning to dissipate within your mind, inside your heart, nothing but your burning love for him remained now. He says he's a man of few words and doesn't understand how to woo a lady, but you find it increasingly hard to believe, he certainly is a master at reassuring your drunken hazy worries.
"I am sorry Diluc, I let my doubts consume me..." You apologised softly while still nuzzled into him, and his gentle strokes, soft caresses and pliant kisses on your head let you know he forgave you, and it made you feel that somehow, he always will... because it felt that bit more safe to believe him, in his words, that Diluc Ragnvindr, the charming winery tycoon and Mondstadt's Dark Knight Hero wouldn't let you suffer alone, now, or ever.
And then suddenly, you knew for sure that your comforting thoughts of this man, this strong and fierce man, your lover, your husband, your soul mate, were all correct when you heard him mutter against your head as you began to be lulled into a gentle soothing motion; "I will remind you how much I love you Y/N, Time and Time Again."
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haithamuse · 1 year
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ʚɞ ── ONE DAY.
ft. alhaitham ─ you want to be more than just a convenience.
cw. 1.3k wc angst, pining (one sided), cursing, mentions of mental fatigue/burn out, ending might be a bit rushed, vague 3.2 archon quest spoilers toward the end (tell me if i missed anything!)
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If someone were to ask you about your time studying at the Akademiya, you’d reply with a curt smile and tell them how thankful you were for the opportunity. How absolutely marvelous and bountiful their resources are, and that you’re savouring every drop from the experience — but you were spewing absolute bullshit.
You hated the time you’ve spent working towards your major, the pressure of your studies and peers weighing down on you and your mind. You’ve shed so many tears and lost unrecoverable nights of sleep, just to finish a report you’ve been working on for months already. Your educators were harsh and most of your peers walked around with a stick up their ass.
At the same time though, you would be lying if you said it was all bad. There was this one guy you’ve been pining after for the longest time. Ever since you were students, Alhaitham had piqued your interest. Everyone at the Akademiya is keenly aware that he is unlike any other at the institute — always striving to follow his own motivations and goals. A man of principle who only deems things he’s interested in as worthy of his attention — and this also extends to people.
You’ve always been curious about the man and how he thinks.
You wanted to be a part of his world, to have a glimpse into his mind.
You wanted to hear his thoughts and feelings, his unique perspective and how he defines what he sees — how he looks at the world and those around him.
A scholar’s curiosity begs to be satiated — and you’ve decided from the first time you’ve laid eyes on him, that Alhaitham was going to be your object of study.
As bland as it sounded in other people’s ears, you genuinely wanted to get to know the man. Not wanting to be overbearing but also not wanting to stray too far from your goals, you took up every opportunity to talk to Alhaitham.
Whenever you’d see him in the library, you’d walk up to him and ask for his help in finding a book — even if you knew damn well where it was. Sometimes he’d shoot you an icy look, presumably annoyed that you were interrupting his work, but he’d never snap verbally. His chair would push back with an awfully loud creak that made you cringe, and he’d stand up to guide you to your desired section.
On other days you would walk up to his office in your free time, asking if he needed help with anything. Alhaitham was a busy man and he didn’t trust a lot of people with his work — if you want something done right, it’s better to do it yourself. In the beginning he had always turned you down, but you were persistent. Wearing him down was not an easy task, yet he still relented. A little bit of help couldn’t hurt, right?
With every interaction, you grew more confident and Alhaitham grew used to having you around. But every time your feet led you to him, you continue to walk further down a dangerous path. Before you knew it, you tripped and the spiral downwards began — morbid curiosity turned into aching infatuation.
Suddenly, the little things made your stomach turn and chest swell — confidence and banter turned into bashfulness and speechlessness. You began reading too much into it when Alhaitham brought you coffee in the mornings that you shared classes. ‘You’re always awfully tired in the morning and would get one after class anyway’, he had told you the first time it happened. He was getting one for himself anyway, and he knew you were always late for your second class while waiting in line for your coffe, as you had complained to him numerous times before. Heat crawled up to your cheeks and you grew timid, ‘Thank you, but this wasn’t necessary.’
In turn, Alhaitham just shook his had and retaliated, insisiting that it wasn’t a problem. It wouldn’t cost him much to get you a cup as well when he was already getting one himself, and you wouldn’t be late to your class. It was convenient, which he had stated more as a fact than a favour from him.
And those were the words you didn’t want to hear from him the most, because it made you realise one thing — to Alhaitham, you were just a convenience.
The truth is, after all this time you’re still an acquaintance to Alhaitham — no, maybe even a friend. He tolerated you, and that alone is already an accomplishment — but still, it was all there is to it.
You grew painfully aware of it, but even after years, you still kept clinging onto that tiny ‘maybe, one day….’
He was the only reason you were still at the Akademiya after graduating.
Alhaitham has become its Scribe, and you? You were working as his right hand.
You’ve stayed by his side through all the insane stunts he’s pulled, all the times he’s upset his superiors and with every single incident you’ve thought, ‘Now he’s done it. And I’m getting pulled right into it’. And every single time, you almost would have gotten pulled in, punishment by the sages inevitable — if it weren’t for Alhaitham covering you. After all, what would he do without his partner in crime? To the Scribe, it seemed like the most logical route — simply put, his most convenient option in the long run.
And one day, Sumeru reached a turning point — and Alhaitham was right in the middle of it, a player behind the scenes that was pulling the strings.
But this time, you weren’t there.
You couldn’t stand it anymore.
You knew what Alhaitham had planned. You knew that this had to happen if Sumeru, even Teyvat as a whole, wanted to survive. And Archons, you begged that he’d succeed and come out unscathed — but you couldn’t be there to make sure of it.
“What do you mean, you won’t come?”
“I can’t, ‘Haitham”, you cried — the frustration in your voice evident. “I just can’t.”
There was a pause, you almost assumed that Alhaitham had simply walked away after you declined his invitation. “I understand.”
His voice was softer than you’d imagined, taking a double take to make sure it was really him who had spoken. “Stay here in Aaru Village then, I’ll get you once we’ve handled everything in the City.”
“No. You don’t fucking understand.”
Your voice was suddenly filled with anger and the boxes you were sitting on were kicked away as you shot up. Alhaitham flinched at your sudden outburst, his hand leaving the door handle to turn around and face you. Never in his life had he seen you this angry — or was it frustration?
“I’m sorry?”, he questioned in an uncharacteristically confused voice.
“I’m done, ‘Haitham.” Your tone had calmed down again, in stark contrast to your outburst earlier. Although, Alhaitham didn’t miss how much your voice was shaking and was about to ask you to elaborate, when you finally spoke up again.
“Do you remember Layla? My roommate when we were still studying?” The question once again caught Alhaitham off-guard and he simply shook his head, curious to see where this was going.
You just weakly chuckled at his response. Of course he didn’t.
“No matter,” you cleared your threat in an attempt to steady your voice. “There was this bloke she was kind of seeing. All these years that I was living with her, I had to watch how she wasted her time pining after him. He never looked at her twice. He liked her, sure, but that was it. Every time I told her — get out.”
The words came tumbling out of your mouth uncontrollably and you couldn’t stop yourself before it was too late. Once again, you paused — watching Alhaitham’s face for any kind of reaction. But as always, his thoughts were perfectly concealed behind a facade.
“So this is me — getting out.”
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ahahh angst go brrr,,,, if you know where the prompt is from, you'll get a kiss on the cheek xoxo anyway, this is my first 1k+ wc fic, and it got way longer and different than what i had imagined. while writing this, i noticed that what i wrote got a little bit too close for comfort to my own experiences, so if you could boost / rb this after reading i'd be super duper grateful <3 thank you all for reading !!
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ariachaos · 3 months
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Hii!!! Okay,so i know you Don't really operate in romantic headcanons unlike your family/Siblings headcanons but i really like how you write them so well so pls let me try to request!!
Can you do a male reader with Navia from genshin impact?? Like the m!reader is a high royal/aristocrat in fontaine and knows Navia. He's basically her assistant/vice president in the Spina in Rosula organization(aside her two new bodyguard). Reader is the typical cold and serious character that does'nt understand anything about crushes/sort of but he often did stuffs that could be said as "unintentionaly" rizzing Navia up and that make her think he has a crush on her. But after a while they got closer they realize their feelings and going out?
So sorry if its kinda confusing and hope you got a great day!!<3🙏🙏
i do write romantic hcs! i'm just not good at them as much as i'd like to be lol
reader is m! reader
ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍˢᵗ ʸᵉˡˡᵒʷ ʳᵒˢᵉˢ !!
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being mademoiselle navia's assistant was a rather relaxing job than most would think.
the most that was required of you to do was handle any official paperwork, similar to the ones you practiced doing as a child to be the future head of the family. in the meantime, miss navia was free to enjoy her time with her friends and allies, perform on-field work, and other things that required her presence.
it was no question that miss navia loved la spina di rosula and poisson.
rather she loved the people that made up those two things. it was her personal kingdom of sorts, a tiny nation of people she could call her family, a safe space within the cold and cruel world that didn't treat the madame as well as it should have.
as such, you had offered yourself to her side and worked the painstaking paperwork miss navia hates, so she could spend her time exploring fontaine and form firmer connections with people and not a bottle of ink, paper, and pen.
you, on the other hand, disliked humans. not in a way that made you sound narcissistic, but you simply couldn't be bothered with the complexity of having a conversation with another greedy nobleman, seeking to reach out into your family's business and wealth. after having one too many of similar conversations, even with being the family head, you've given up with the noble society and retreated like a hermit to its shell to miss navia's side.
your actions may have costed a bit of your family's reputation, but it was quickly built up and fortified with the hard work you've done for la spina di rosula, as well as the improvements you've made to your family's craft: swords and blades alike.
a traditional nobleman was to have an expertise of wielding a weapon for their loved one's safety, your father said, so you focused heavily on your family craft and the effort of dealing with unnatural amounts of paperwork since you were a child. you weren't a chatty or fun child to raise, but you were hardworking, honest, and innocent.
perhaps, innocent to the point one might call you clueless, but it wasn't like you were one to care what society thought of you. as long as there were no troubles involving your family or the mademoiselle, your life was smooth-sailing as a boat on calm waters.
troubles like miss navia's slowly unraveling shoe lace, for example.
it would certainly not be a good look on her or la spina di rosula if she tripped over it and fell.
in one swift motion, you swiftly walked faster to block her path. with a flourish of your tailcoat, you turned to face the startled lady, muttering a quick apology before kneeling on one knee in front of her, extending one hand toward her foot.
"your shoe's been undone, milady."
navia's face had flushed an uncharacteristic pink, but she lent you her foot regardless.
after tying up her shoe, you sent a harsh glare to the bodyguard next to her, standing around like a bumbling fool.
"perhaps you should watch milady's surroundings better than your own if a mere desk worker like myself could notice her shoe laces being undone before you did."
the latter stammered out an apology, ducking his head under his hat and sunglasses to cover up the shame and embarrassment. not that it did much to hide his faults.
"now, now, don't go harassing others. they only got the job a few days ago! give them some time, monsieur y/n."
you sigh and place a hand on her shoulder, turning to the blonde woman with a stern look.
"mademoiselle, your safety is far more important than however long it takes for them to get used to their new position. if you're in danger, there's no amount of time for them to get accustomed to the fact you're in danger. guards are supposed to think on their feet."
you lecture, casually brushing a bit of golden hair past her shoulders before meeting her eyes.
"la spina di rosula won't stand long without you. i'm sure your father, silver, and melus won't be pleased if they find in the afterlife anytime soon either."
you whisper the last part in her ear, slowly pulling away before you turn to guards to lecture them some more, blissfully unaware of the blushing mess of mademoiselle navia you left in your wake.
if you kept leaning in so close to her while you talked to her so sternly, the woman wasn't sure if her heart could handle your unrelenting care and eye for her wellbeing and safety. it seemed that you were leaving more butterflies in her stomach day by day, and already navia couldn't get the idea of one day being dressed in pure, snowy white and standing before you and an altar.
the four of you continued your walk to the restaurant where miss clorinde promised lady navia a meal, and even though you had work to do, navia seemed persistent that you go out once in a while. so, you trailed after her and the two newbie guards, elegant footsteps quietly pacing after the clamoring three.
of course, your rare and sudden appearance in public didn't go unnoticed by the passerby. in fact, they were enchanted by the way you held yourself, the silence of your steps to the way your overcoat flowed behind you like water from a cliff. even the way your vision, which was attached to a thigh garter, bounced against your leg was elegant, though most noblewoman would bat an eye to it and blush at how "shameless" you were to place such a valuable object there.
truth be told, you just couldn't find a better spot to put the trinket.
upon arriving to the restaurant, a rare look of surprise painted across miss clorinde's face, certainly because she didn't expect the one duke that wasn't buried in the fortress of meropide to show himself.
"duke l/n, a pleasure to meet you again."
"as it is for me, miss clorinde. it's certainly been some time."
you greet her with a quick kiss to the back of her hand before retreating behind navia and the guards.
the only reason you treated her with familiarity was because the two of you were sword training partners in the past. it just so happened that the two of you drifted apart in the process of growing up and getting busier.
navia watched your actions warily, a little taken aback by how bold you were with miss clorinde, even though the dark-haired woman didn't seem to care. she's heard rumors about how the two of you were potential lovers in the past, and even though a kiss on the hand was a common greeting between nobles...
seeing you kiss clorinde's hand like that made her feel a little sick.
regardless the two woman sat down for lunch and afternoon tea, while you dragged off the newbie guards to stand next to you against the wall, out of sight and out of mind for both women.
"i'm surprised you got duke l/n to accompany you today, miss navia."
clorinde started, picking up a cup of tea and sipping from it quietly.
"oh? is it rare for him to be seen in public?"
navia asked, twirling her spoon in her cup to stir the sugar cube.
"yes... even as a child he was a bland one. never wanted to go outside or make friends with other children. all that was on his mind was his studies and swordsmanship."
the blonde woman chuckled, discretely looking over her shoulder to find you scowling at the two guards while they looked like they wanted to cower away and hide. it appeared you hadn't changed at all, even with receiving a vision.
"that sounds like something he'd do. monsieur y/n is certainly a quiet one. it took a lot from me to part him from his beloved desk and chair."
clorinde didn't miss the look of admiration from navia, nodding and smiling her smile behind her cup.
"he seems to treasure you far more that his desk and chair if he came all this way for you. it appears he's also a stickler for your safety."
the woman mentioned, watching amusedly at the way the guards were bowing their heads repeatedly like most would do in inazuma while you stood over them with displeased glares.
"ah...! you think so? i-i just think he's been nice, really!"
clorinde also knew it didn't take much to fluster navia if you were mentioned. just the mere syllables of your name was enough to send the golden-haired woman into a blushing, smiling mess, cupping her cheeks with sparkling eyes.
all the signs of a maiden in love.
clorinde was more interested in how you didn't notice the signs yet, however.
"you haven't told him much about your thoughts on him, have you?"
"huh? no, no, of course not! it's... not professional or adequate for me to say such things out loud..!"
"what type of thoughts are you having about him that makes you so shy, miss navia?"
"i-it does not concern you, miss clorinde!"
you turn your attention to the mademoiselle as she talked animatedly to the swordswoman, who seemed more entertained at the latter's flustered expressions and reactions. of course, you weren't sure what their conversation consisted of, but the guards seemed to have an idea.
with how they were chuckling behind their hands and looking back and forth between you and miss navia, they were obviously aware of whatever was happening. if anything was happening at all, that is.
looking back at navia, you spot her gazing at you with sparkling eyes, holding so much emotion in them that you weren't given enough time to unpack all of it before she snapped her head the other way.
you couldn't even give her a nod of assurance that you were still there...
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"you seemed to have enjoyed your afternoon with miss clorinde."
you spoke up upon returning to poisson, setting down your hat and hanging your coat on the hanger.
"o-oh! yes, i did."
the mademoiselle, despite saying she enjoys her time, continued to flinch and blush whenever you tried to interact with her, as if you'd done something wrong.
"miss navia."
you turned to the woman and kneeled in front of her again, meeting her eyes from below.
"you've been acting strange with me since we left the court of fontaine. did i do something wrong? if i had, you're free to punish me as you see fit."
navia, on the other hand, couldn't hardly get herself together with how you were kneeling in front of her for the second time that day, looking at her so intensely yet so innocently and free of any bad intentions. yes, you were a good and kindhearted man, but just as quiet.
if she wanted anything to change between the two of you, she'll probably have to make the first move.
"i-ahem. monsieur y/n."
you nod, keeping still in your position at her feet.
"go on a date with me."
you blinked once. twice. on the third time, you broke eye contact and coughed into your hand, a faint blush taking over your face.
it wasn't the first time someone's been bold with romancing you, and while you've had affections for navia for some time, you never would've thought she would ask you out. it was usually the man's job to man up and speak first, lest they forever hold their peace.
well... it wasn't like you haven't held your peace this whole time. what's a few more years going to do?
"if that's what mademoiselle wants... i'll do it."
you answer, the smallest of blushes on your face not escaping navia's heavy gaze on you.
"i wouldn't expect any less from my assistant... my partner."
"although, i'm not the best in romance-."
"monsieur y/n, you'll be a wonderful partner. you've charmed me from the moment we met, and have continued to so."
"... if that's what you say, who am i do disagree?"
you stood up and gently took the golden-haired woman's hand, pressing her hand to your lips with a fond gaze on her eyes. your other hand found itself resting on her waist, nearly hovering over her until she physically pressed herself against you with a warm smile and apple-red cheeks.
her arms found a home on your shoulders, and the two of you shared a kiss until the burning oil lamps of the little office you owned in poisson, a home and safe space for the woman you've admired and protected most.
but oh, nothing could prepare you for how smitten you'd find yourself looking on the steambird's newspaper cover after a hearty outing in the courts of fontaine.
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lumenlilies · 2 years
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Foolish Hearts
pairing: zhongli x gn!reader
cw: angst/comfort(?), fluff, mutual pining (kind of?), probably ooc xiao and zhongli
word count: 1.9k
summary: after getting your confession rejected by certain funeral parlor consultant, you take a visit to wangshu inn to see xiao. he isn’t impressed by the current situation presented to him.
notes: i’ll probably edit this since it’s been so long since i’ve written something. i’m sorry if it’s absolute shite. nonetheless, this is a super self-indulgent fic and i hope you enjoy it as much as i’ve enjoyed writing. cheers!
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“He’s a fool.” Xiao murmured as he ate the almond tofu prepared by you.
“Huh? What do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrowed as the yaksha suddenly filled the silence with a single statement. He looked at you for a moment and finished the dessert, setting the empty bowl next to him.
You and Xiao were currently at one of Wangshu Inn’s terraces, sitting at the edge of the terrace floor with wooden railings situated between you and the vast expanse below. The sun was setting when you decided to visit your self-proclaimed best friend to tell him the story about a confession that was met with a painful rejection. Of course, that story was yours.
“You already know what I mean, [Name].” He looked down at the waterscape below with what seemed to be annoyance adorning his face. 
You tilt your head in confusion, aware that he could see the gesture from the corner of his eyes. The man sighed and uttered one word that answered your question, “Zhongli.”
So, that was what’s plaguing his mind. Turning towards the sky, you hummed in response as there was nothing to say. You’ve said your piece to the consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and confessed the ever-growing feelings you had for him.
If there was a word to describe the confession, it was spontaneous, that was for sure. You winced a little just thinking about it.
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“I’ve fallen for you.” 
Those words were uttered during one of your evening walks with Zhongli, when the urge to confess was suddenly stronger than the cowardice that chained your heart. It was a regular occurrence for the people of Liyue to see you and the man walking side by side around the harbor, talking about Archons know what.
Zhongli stopped in his tracks and froze beside you. You didn’t know if that was because he was surprised at your unexpected confession or because he was finding the right words to reject you as kindly as he could. You were hoping it was the former then he would just drop the subject. Or maybe it was both and he was just taking his time to let you down easy.
With a heavy heart, you took your eyes away from Zhongli and gazed at the moon as you prepared for the heartbreak that was about to come. It was a cold night at the harbor and a cool gust of wind blew from the tranquil sea that oversaw your exchange with Zhongli. 
Your hands instinctively wrapped around your arms and before you realized it, there was a warmth that enveloped your body. It took a moment before you registered that it was from Zhongli’s coat. Its weight on your shoulders was assuring and the warmth from it comforting. 
You trailed your eyes away from the moon and looked back at the man who received your confession. Rather than seeing his face laced with distaste, there was a small but sympathetic smile. The words behind that smile you loved oh so much were unmistakable, “I’m sorry.” It seemed to say.
Ah. You knew it was coming, but the endless what-if scenarios of rejection couldn’t prepare you for the sheer reality that was in front of you right now. That reality was as clear as day on his face, his feelings weren’t the same as yours.
“[Name],” His amber eyes locked onto yours and you took an uneasy breath. Taking a small step back, you tried composing yourself; however, the blur of your vision betrayed you. Zhongli took notice of this and cradled your face in his hands. In any other scenario, this would send your heart into a frenzy, but right now? It only served as a catalyst for you to dissolve into tears.
“It… it would be better if you were to not have affections for me.” His hands reluctantly dropped back to his side and straight away, you replaced them with yours. While you were shielding your weeping eyes from his view, he whispered, “I apologize.”
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You could only think back on the memory with an ache in your heart. Sometimes, you questioned whether it was even a good idea to risk the friendship you had with the consultant for feelings that were evidently unrequited. However, what’s done is done and now, you can only think of a way to recover the relationship you had with Zhongli before the events that transpired.
You leaned into the railings and answered Xiao, “It’s not like I can change how Zhongli feels about me.” 
He only gave you a look of irritation and muttered something under his breath. You couldn’t catch what it was and asked him to repeat his words. Xiao didn’t hide the agitation on his face as he answered you, “I said, Zhongli li-”
“I’ve been looking all over the harbor for you, [Name].” 
Before Xiao could finish his sentence, he was disrupted by a deep voice that held a relieved tone.
You and Xiao turned back towards the source and at the entrance of the terrace, you saw a tall figure approaching. Anyone could tell that it was Zhongli who entered. Who else possessed those glowing amber eyes and a voice so deep it could shake mountains?
You felt your heart squeeze the closer he got. You weren’t sure if it was because you had to face the aftermath of your last conversation, or if it was because of those lips that held a gentle curve. 
“It’s because I have to confront him. It’s definitely that.” You convinced your mind. “Please stop beating so fast.” You told your heart.
Zhongli stopped his steps and bent down to meet your current height. “Shall I accompany you back?” He asked you, eyes hesitant but hopeful as he waited for an answer.
You looked away and faced the terrace’s view once more. Your hands gripped the railings as you considered your options. Right now, you could say yes and enjoy another one of your excursions with Zhongli, though it is accompanied by the added fear of him bringing up your feelings. Or you could reject him and keep sitting with Xiao until dawn came. This one, meanwhile, had the added bonus of what-if scenarios filling up your mind. It was an easy decision for you.
“Zhongli, I’ll be fine. You can go back and I can stay here.” You assured him, heart still racing with how little distance there was between him and you.
“It’s already very late, I can walk you home.” He urged.
You did not budge and your grip on the railings only became tighter. You should’ve known that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, especially if it came to your safety. 
Zhongli studied your figure and stood up. It seemed that you were extra stubborn today. “Xiao cannot look after you the whole night.” He reasoned.
You immediately turned your head towards Xiao to ask him, “I can stay here, right?” Your voice was clear and composed, but the glint in your eyes pleaded for him to agree. You couldn’t take another minute near Zhongli’s presence, not when you felt like your heart was about to burst.
“Zhongli’s correct, [Name]. It’s late.” 
You blinked at the yaksha as his words registered in your head. Once you realized that your final resort was gone, your eyes widened and the grip you had on the railings loosened. Your mind was now running on thoughts of hitting Xiao and how you’d face Zhongli, seeing as he still had an effect on you, a frustrating effect that made your face flush and your heart skip a beat. 
Knowing it was a lost battle, you took your legs back from the edge and stood up, brushing the non-existent dust off your clothes. 
“You didn’t need to fetch me, you know?” You said, still preoccupied with your already neat garments. 
“I could’ve even asked Verr to give me a room for the night.” You mumbled softly. You had no idea how long you were going to do this act, but if it meant less contact with Zhongli, then Archons you’ll keep making yourself look like an idiot. 
Unfortunately for you, the man had other plans. Before you knew it, your hands were captured by larger ones, taking your focus away from the clothes. Your head shot up and you were met with amber pools. A few seconds passed before you averted your gaze, heat creeping up towards your face as you inwardly cursed.
Zhongli released your hands and cleared his throat. Hearing the sound, you took a glance and noticed that his hand was extended towards you, “Shall we go?”
“You aren’t going to take no for an answer anyway.” You huffed, blushing pink.
Before you placed your hand in his, you took in the man that was Zhongli. At the sight of those amber orbs, brown locks, and pink lips, you felt your breath hitch and your stomach fill with butterflies.
“He’s truly a sight to behold.” You thought.
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And for Xiao who kept his attention towards you and Zhongli, he could testify that truly, the former Geo archon was a sight to behold. 
“It’s strange.” He thought.
The yaksha’s intense gaze was dead set on Zhongli, who was too preoccupied with your person to even feel a pair of golden orbs observing his face and piercing his back. 
Currently, you were discreetly eyeing a plant in front of you while Zhongli was stifling a laugh. Xiao examined the look on latter's face and recalled a conversation he had with him.
“Would you ever fall for a mortal?”
“Why do you ask that?”
“It was just a thought that passed my mind.”
“Now that I am in this form, there is a chance… however, I cannot fathom the many hardships a god and human could face if they were to have romantic relations.”
“And if they still wanted you despite the fact?”
“...I would rather keep those feelings in check, Xiao.”
Despite what he had told the Adeptus, the fondness in those glowing eyes wasn't what he would describe as “Keeping those feelings in check.”
The anemo user studied Zhongli’s face once more and there was no denying it. The gentle smile that adorned his lips when he saw you acting bashful? That lovestruck expression on his face? The same one that Xiao recalled the lovers in Wangshu Inn gave each other, now directed towards you by the same man who rejected your confession? There could only be one reason for that.
No matter what you call him, whether it be the Lord of Geo, Morax, Rex Lapis, or Zhongli. No matter how you know him, the ruthless war god from a time passed or the funeral parlor consultant who’s a bit too knowledgeable. There was only one constant at this place and at this moment in time – Zhongli was absolutely smitten with the mortal in front of him.
“He’s a fool. An absolute fool.” Xiao whispered.
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Little do you know about how Zhongli felt when you told him those four words. If only you looked at his face that night at Liyue Harbor, you’d see the pained expression of a man who longed to embrace you amidst the chill of night. His voice yearning to tell you comforting words and that he, too, had fallen for you.
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Accidental Proposal ~ *Arataki Itto*
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Summary: He loves you. He loves you so much he wants to marry you someday. Of course, as the two of you stargazing, he can't help but let it slip. Please say he didn't ruin the surprise!
Pairing: Arataki Itto X G/N!Reader
Genre: Fluffy Oneshot
Word Count: 1035
Warning: Arataki might be OOC?
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It was paradise. Life with you was nothing short of pure perfection. You were considerate, charming, and cute. The perfect significant other, if Arataki does say so himself, and he does, all the time. He wouldn’t trade what the two of you had for the world. And he knew you felt the exact same way.
Currently, you are cuddling together, watching the night sky overhead. His arm is over your shoulders and you’re practically buried into his side. A blanket is pulled up to your shoulders and you look so peaceful and cute. He can’t keep his eyes off of you. Have you always looked this perfect? Is he just now seeing your true beauty? Could he fall in love with you even more than he already had?
“I can’t wait to marry you.”
The world stopped for what felt like an eternity. Arataki felt you freeze after those words and he couldn’t stop the awkward smile from slipping onto his face. He shouldn’t have said it. He should have kept his mouth shut. The others told him that he should make his marriage proposal to you romantic, and this wasn’t very romantic.
You sat up and attempted to look in his eyes. But Arataki wouldn’t look at you. He couldn’t. He was frustrated. Did he ruin the surprise? How can he salvage this? He knew he made a mistake, but perhaps it could be fixed? Maybe? He wasn’t sure.
“What,” You breathed, catching his attention. “What did you say?”
“Nothing.” He answered quickly, hoping he could backtrack easily out of the mess he made with a charming smile. “Nothing at all. Don’t worry about it.”
“No.” Your voice was firm and it made his smile falter. “No, what did you say? Please tell me what you said again.”
“I…” He stuttered. Could he say it again? It was an accident the first time. And now, you were looking at him like that and he was getting all tongue-tied, which wasn’t unusual when he was around you. But this wasn’t romantic at all! He told his gang he would sweep you off your feet when he told you he loved you and wanted to marry you. How could he fix this and make it up to you?
Gently, you touched his cheek and he all but melted under your touch, one of his hands coming up to hold it. “Arataki, did you mean it? Did you really mean that you want to marry me?”
He couldn’t lie to you. He’s never been able to before and he wasn’t about to start now. So he nodded, finally looking into your watery eyes.
“Yes, I do want to marry you.”
A small sob escaped you and, unable to watch you cry, Arataki wrapped you in his arms. This wasn’t how he planned to do this in the slightest. He had a whole big plan in mind, taking you to all your favorite spots in Inazuma before proposing here at home with the stars in the sky. He even had a ring. He was just waiting for the perfect day.
And now he went and messed it all up. How could he be so reckless and ruin it all? Did you even want to marry him? He hoped he could win you over with his sweet and thoughtful, albeit over the top proposal. But he opened his big mouth and now he just had to hope for the best. Although, now that he was thinking about it, he did do the second half of the proposal. You were under the stars at home and he asked you to marry him. But he didn’t have the ring! So it wasn’t really complete-
“Okay.”
He froze, his thoughts locking up at your words.
“What?”
You looked up at him with shining eyes and a loving smile. “Okay. I will marry you. I would love to marry you.”
An awkward laugh spilled from his lips before he could stop it. Scratching the back of his neck, he shook his head. “Can you please not answer me right now? This isn’t how I wanted to propose to you. I had this whole plan in place and everything! I want to do it right! I mean, you deserve a perfect proposal, not an accidental slip of the tongue. So, um, please don’t say yes right now. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry.”
You shook your head, placing your hands on his. “Don’t apologize! I don’t care about some big fancy proposal. All I care about is that it’s you who wants to be with me forever. I’m just surprised you asked me out of the blue like this. Surprised, but happy. I’m very, very, very happy, my love.”
“Really?” His smile became more genuine. “You’re not just saying that? You really want to marry me?”
Pressing a long, loving kiss to his lips, he melted into it. You didn’t really need to answer him. He could feel the love you had for him. He could understand that with the way your lips moved against his, it was your way of saying yes, you would marry him. And he let his worry melt away as you kissed. 
This was a happiness he never thought he’d ever get to experience. Which divine Archon looked at him and granted his wishes for this life? How had he gotten so lucky to find you and be with you? Who did he have to thank for how perfect his life had become in this very moment?
As you pulled away and Arataki looked you in the eyes, now as your fiance, he knew the answer. He would not question the good in his life. His life now was enough and he didn’t want to change it for the world, no matter what.
You pressed your forehead against his and whispered, “Does that answer your question, my love?”
He nuzzled his nose against yours. “Yes, my treasure. I love you so much, you have no idea.”
“I love you too, so very much.”
“But I’m still going to propose to you properly. I told the guys I would.”
You laughed. “I’ll make sure to act surprised.”
“Thank you.”
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genshinluvr · 2 years
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First Crush and First Love
Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader
Summary: Everyone has a first crush and their first love! Whether it's a real person or a fictional character, the fifteen men (specifically Childe) are curious about who was the first one to have stolen your heart.
Note: Hello! Another late-ish update since I did have some things to do at my university. I didn't have much time to add some stuff to this week's story because of that and I did have essays to turn in for my sociology class and it took up a lot of time. Anyway, I don't know when I'll be able to get back to typing out a story that is around 6k words, it'll probably be a while because I am approaching the end of the semester very soon and more exams are popping up again. Unfortunately... ;v; This is a short-ish story, it's more of a filler. Anywho! To my new and returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so, if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it’s me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don’t post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).
Warnings: None? Slightly sad on the reader's end, depending on how you view it. Maybe slightly angsty, but it's not too bad!
Word Count: 4.5k
Poke.
“Psst!”
You scrunched your face up and snuggled closer to your pillow, ignoring the light poke on your cheek.
Poke.
“Wake up!”
You pull your blanket closer to your face and turn on your side, still fast asleep. But unfortunately, that did not last as long as you’d hope it would. It was still early in the morning (it was 6 AM), and you were finally getting the entire night of rest that you very much needed.
“Psst! [Y/N]! Wake up!”
Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
Your eyelashes fluttered as you were slowly coming into consciousness. Your eyelids still felt heavy, so you let your eyelids close to get more sleep. Seeing that you weren’t going to wake up any time soon, the person groans softly before continuing what they were doing.
Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
“Wake up, [Y/N]!” The person whispers loudly, continuing to poke you repeatedly until you let out a mix of a groan and a whine. You cracked your eyes opened and rubbed your eyes with the heel of your palm.
“What is it, Childe?” You mumble, looking up at the man that was hovering above you. His arms were caging you against your bed as he stared down at you with his eyebrows knitted together with concentration as he watched you reluctantly wake up.
“I have something important to ask you, and I demand that you answer them!” Childe states, pouting down at you. You stared up at Childe, completely ignoring his declaration while your eyes scanned his features. His ginger locks were disheveled, sticking all over the place, and he had a prominent pout on his face; he was also wearing nothing but sweat pants that hung very low on his hips. Dangerously low. You feel heat rush to your cheeks when you feel Childe poke you on the cheeks once more to grab your attention.
“Hey! Look at me and answer my question, will you?” He whines, tilting your face up with a small pout on his face. You could tell that Childe was fighting back a teasing grin. 
You huffed, “I am looking at you!” Childe cocks an eyebrow at your comment.
“You were looking at my body, not my handsome face, snookums!” Childe teases, poking you lightly once more.
“Well, you wanted me to answer a question you never asked?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest.
“I did ask you a question! But it seems like you were too busy drooling over me to hear what I had asked you.” Childe smirks.
You stared up at Childe blankly and blinked at him owlishly. Wait, did he really ask you something, or was he saying that just to mess with you? Knowing Childe, he wouldn’t tell you the truth on whether he did ask you something or not, just to mess with you. You huffed and looked away from Childe’s teasing stare, cheeks bright red. Childe chuckles and leans down, pressing a big sloppy kiss on your cheeks, making you squeak.
“Oh, snookums! You’re too cute!” Childe coos. He leans down and nuzzles the tip of his nose against your cheeks, arms still caging you against your bed.
“You’re quite affectionate today.” You sighed, too tired to push him off of you. “Now, can you please repeat the question that you asked me?” You scrunched your face up as Childe continued to shower you with kisses.
Before Childe could reply to your question, your bedroom door slams open, revealing fourteen men gathered at your bedroom door. Childe was immediately yanked off of you by both Xiao and Scaramouche. Electricity crackles in Scaramouche’s hands, threatening to zap Childe. Xiao’s hands were itching and twitching to get his polearm to shove it up of Childe’s ass for waking you up so early in the morning. And for touching you and putting his disgusting chapped lips all over you. Xiao wants to do nothing more than smack Childe.
“Why’d you wake them up!?” Xiao demands, glaring at the smug Harbinger. Childe crossed his arms over his bare chest with a shit-eating grin, ignoring the subtle and not-so-subtle glares that were shot in his direction.
“I had to ask them the question that you guys were too scared to ask them!” Childe huffs, pouting at them Childe-ishly. 
“And you decided to rouse them from their slumber just to ask them a silly question?” Dainsleif asks, glaring at the Harbinger. Childe nods his head; the pout on Childe’s face is replaced with a proud grin.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! It wasn’t a silly question! It was a question that we were all wondering about and needed answers for!” Itto spoke up, breaking through the crowd of men. Now that you have gotten a better look at all fifteen men, they were all still wearing their pajamas. Some were just almost naked (Itto).
“And what would those questions be? Childe wouldn’t tell me what it is!” You groaned, forcing yourself to sit up on your bed.
“I did tell you what my question was! You were just distracted by my sexy physique!” Childe shoots a wink in your direction. You covered your face with your hands, internally groaning at Childe’s constant teasing. You plopped back down on your bed and pulled the blanket over your head.
“It’s too early for this. Either ask me the question or let me continue my sleep in peace.” Your voice was muffled underneath the mountain of blankets you have on your bed. 
Don’t you get overheated from the number of blankets you have on your bed? Does the amount of blankets make it hard for you to move around when you sleep? The men never understood as to why you needed so many blankets. Not to mention the number of plushies that were given to you by the men themselves. 
Your first-ever plush in Teyvat was given to you by Itto. It was a cute stuffed onikabuto, and it can also be a pillow! Seeing the look on your face when you were given a cute giant onikabuto plush, the others have decided to get you a plush as well that resembles them in a way. It was really cute! But the number of plushies in your collection continued to grow until it got to the point where you didn’t have much space on your bed to sleep.
So, Albedo and Gorou have taken into account to build you a chest and shelf where you can place your ever-growing plushie collection. One plushie you have decided to keep on your bed was the damn jumbo-sized Rex Lapis exuvia plushie that you were gushing over a couple of months ago. Although the colossal Rex Lapis exuvia plushie wasn’t the only one you kept on your bed, it was also the onikabuto that Itto had given you. Strangely enough, you were pretty attached to these stuffed animals. Emotionally attached, might I add— much to the men’s dismay. Why couldn’t you be emotionally attached to them instead of being emotionally attached to a bunch of punchable stuffed animals that can’t fight back?
“We wanted to know who was your first crush and your first love!” Gorou says, his tail swishing from side to side with both excitement and anticipation. 
“My first crush and my first love?” You popped up from underneath your blankets and quickly came out from under the blankets.
“That’s right! We were curious about who was the first one to steal your heart.” Kazuha nods his head as he leans against your bedroom wall.
“What started this conversation exactly?” You raised your eyebrows at them, quickly fixing your bedhead.
“We were just curious about who this person might be,” Albedo says, shrugging his shoulders. You stared at Albedo and at the others. They seem to be at the edge of their seats, waiting for you to answer their burning questions regarding your first crush and first love.
An hour before you were woken up from your sleep by Childe, the men were lounging around in the kitchen, sipping on their tea and coffee. It was a quiet morning, everyone had woken up from their sleep earlier than usual, but that didn’t stop them from wondering about your private life before you appeared in their world.
“Do you think that [Y/N] has a boyfriend in their world?” Venti asks, blowing on the steaming hot coffee (thankfully, it wasn’t alcohol because who drinks alcohol at 5 AM?). Everyone in the kitchen paused at Venti’s question and looked over at him blankly; some were deep in thought, thinking about the answer to Venti’s question.
“Do you mean by [Y/N] being currently in a relationship or their past relationship?” Ayato asks, sipping his tea while sitting between Thoma and Zhongli.
“Hmmm… both!” Venti replies, placing his cup of coffee down on the wooden table in front of him.
“Well, [Y/N] hasn’t mentioned anything about a boyfriend or relationship when they’ve arrived in our world,” Thoma replies, crossing his arms over his chest as he gnaws on his bottom lip.
“I believe we never asked them about their relationship status when we first met them,” Zhongli spoke up, clearing his throat as he looked over at the others around him with his amber eyes. “Quite frankly, I believe that the topic has yet to emerge when we have a conversation with [Y/N].”
“Well, now I am curious about who could be this mysterious man that has stolen our precious [Y/N]’s heart.” Kaeya hums, stroking his chin.
Diluc sighs softly, “I believe that it’s best that we don’t touch on this topic. After all, if [Y/N] wants to talk about their relationship, they should do it on their own terms.” Diluc leans back in his seat.
Baizhu chuckles softly, “Oh? Are you not at least a little bit curious about who was the first one to steal [Y/N]’s heart?” He raises his eyebrows at Diluc with a small smirk on his face. Diluc sighs and looks away from Baizhu, lifting his cup from the table before taking a sip from it.
“It’s their personal life; I’d rather not intrude,” Diluc mutters, rolling his eyes. 
The others muttered to themselves, debating on whether they should agree to Diluc’s comment or pester you about your love life. Was there someone that stole your heart in your world? Did that person make you as happy as they did? There were so many questions that they wanted to ask you, but you were sleeping peacefully in your bedroom. They didn’t want to disturb your sleep just to ask you about your love life.
“Do you think [Y/N] had all of their firsts with that person?” Kaeya asks, tapping on his chin while squinting his eye at the thought.
“Firsts? What do you mean by firsts?” Scaramouche asks, leaning against the table, intrigued with what Kaeya was asking about.
“Oh, you know, first kiss, first date, first argument, first time…” Kaeya trails off.
“First time?” Dainsleif looks at Kaeya skeptically.
“Sex, he’s talking about sex!” Thoma comments, his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning redder than his t-shirt.
Thoma’s comment woke everyone up; suddenly, they were more alert and awake. They began talking to one another, trying to figure out whether you had had all of your firsts with some other man in your world or not. Just the thought of you experiencing all of your firsts with another man that wasn’t them made them feel on edge.
“No way! [Y/N]’s not the type to have sex with someone they don’t know!” Itto exclaims, huffing loudly with a childish pout on his face. The men around him wince at the sheer volume of Itto’s exclamation, hoping that it didn’t wake you up from your slumber.
“And how do you know that exactly? [Y/N] could have been with that person for a few years before coming into our world, and they could have done many things with their potential partner.” Ayato sighs softly, shaking his head at Itto’s outburst.
“What if [Y/N] and their lover made plans to get married!?” Gorou panics, his eyes widening in fear.
“And what if [Y/N] was supposed to get married to their lover but didn’t get to because they were sucked into our world!?” Itto asks, tightening his grip around the mug so tightly that the glass mug shattered.
“My mug!” Thoma whines, getting up from his seat to grab a broom and a dustpan to sweep the shards of glass from the ground.
Zhongli looks over at Childe, who was oddly silent the entire time. Childe sat in his seat across from Zhongli, staring down at his now cold cup of coffee; his jaws were clenched shut. Childe crossed his arms over his bare chest, his index finger lightly tapping on his biceps. Childe looked tensed, almost jealous. Zhongli can see faint steam coming from Childe’s ears.
“Childe, you’re oddly quiet today. Mora for your thoughts?” Zhongli speaks up, looking at Childe with an eyebrow raised. Childe sighs to himself and shakes his head, looking away from Zhongli. “What’s the matter, Childe? Are you upset?” Zhongli asks, lifting his teacup before taking a small sip from the porcelain teacup. Again, Childe doesn’t respond to Zhongli’s question. Ayato sighs softly and shakes his head at Childe’s attitude. 
“It seems like the topic of [Y/N]’s intimate life upsets him,” Ayato murmurs to Zhongli, looking over at the former archon from the corner of his eyes.
“It seems so.” Zhongli hums softly. “The topic does irk me a little bit, but it seems like it irks Childe way more than it does with the rest of us,” Zhongli added, shaking his head.
“Does he think he has the chance with [Y/N]? He can wait in line like the rest of us.” Xiao muttered, huffing to himself. 
Scaramouche scoffs, “As if he’d get a chance with [Y/N]. He’s insufferable, and I believe that [Y/N] wouldn’t even breathe in his direction. Let alone look at him.” Scaramouche rolls his eyes.
“Well, we’re not too sure about that. [Y/N] is a little unpredictable.” Albedo spoke up, stirring his coffee with the metal spoon, deep in his thoughts.
“Out of all fifteen of us, who do you think [Y/N] would choose?” Kazuha asks.
“My, my. Why ask a difficult question?” Baizhu chuckles, shaking his head.
“Everyone here would choose themselves instead of choosing who they think [Y/N] would end up with,” Dainsleif muttered, shaking his head.
“Oh? Then out of fifteen of us, who do you think [Y/N] would choose?” Kaeya asks, propping himself up on the table, looking at Dainsleif curiously. “And don’t say yourself,” Kaeya adds, tapping his fingers against his cheeks. Dainsleif sighs and closes his eyes, leaning back in his seat, and takes a moment to think for himself. 
Dainsleif opens his eyes before stating, “Zhongli.” Everyone falls silent, stares at Dainsleif, and then glances over at the ex archon.
“Zhongli?” Kazuha blinks at Dainsleif, unsure of how he should react to Dainsleif’s answer. Heck, the others feel the same way as Kazuha! Other than feeling hurt and a little offended that Dainsleif didn’t choose him.
“Why Zhongli?” Venti pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Huh, is that so? What does Zhongli have that I don’t have?” Diluc’s eyebrows were furrowed as he tried to contemplate over what Zhongli could possibly have that Diluc doesn’t have. Was it the glowing amber eyes? The unlimited knowledge of the history of Teyvat?  
“Why choose Zhongli when you can choose me instead? I got muscles and horns!” Itto huffs; his bottom lip was jutting out, forming a pout.
“Care to explain as to why you’ve chosen Zhongli out of all of us?” Albedo asks, tilting his head to the side as he strokes his chin.
Dainsleif sighs, rolling his eyes. “Do I need to have a reason why I’ve chosen Zhongli?” 
“Yes,” Xiao replies immediately, staring at Dainsleif intensely as he waits for the blond male to give a good reason on why he chose the former archon.
Dainsleif sighs, “I’ve seen the way [Y/N] looks at Zhongli. If [Y/N] had to choose someone, they will most likely pick Zhongli.” He crosses his arms over his chest before continuing, “Out of everyone, it seems like Zhongli cares about [Y/N] the most. Yes, we all care about them, but Zhongli does it in a subtle way every time he sees [Y/N] or when he’s with [Y/N].” 
“Is it because he’s a former archon?” Scaramouche sighs.
“He’s an archon!?!” Itto screeches, looking at Scaramouche and Zhongli with eyes the size of dinner plates.
“I’m really curious if anyone had stolen [Y/N]’s heart before they were brought into our world,” Albedo mutters, squinting his eyes.
“Well, why don’t we ask [Y/N] ourselves?” Gorou offers, crossing his arms over his chest.
“[Y/N] is sleeping right now. We can’t wake them up just because we wanted to know about their love life.” Baizhu sighs, shaking his head in disapproval.
“It’s also still five in the morning. [Y/N] doesn’t get up until seven or eight in the morning.” Thoma commented, dumping the shattered mug into the trash bin in the kitchen with a small huff of breath.
“It’s best we let [Y/N] sleep and not disturb their rest with a bunch of questions,” Diluc speaks up, sipping on his cup of coffee.
“I agree.” Kazuha nods his head.
Unbeknownst to the men, Childe slipped away from his seat and crept up the stairs towards your bedroom as they were having a small discussion on how it’s best to let you sleep in and not disturb your rest. Childe approaches your bedroom door and grabs onto the doorknob; he gently twists the knob before peeking his head into your bedroom. Your room was dark; the only light that was illuminating your bedroom was the small shell lamp on your desk. It was cute and endearing. Have you always slept with a light on? Were you afraid of sleeping in complete darkness? Childe can see faint light shining into your bedroom through the crack of the window curtains.
Childe looks behind to make sure that no one is around to see him walk into your bedroom while you’re asleep. Satisfied, Childe walks further into your bedroom and quietly closes the door behind him. He hears the soft click of the bedroom door shutting entirely behind him. Childe walks towards your bed and slowly climbs onto your bed, careful not to wake you up. Usually, you were a light sleeper, but it seems like you were exhausted because you didn’t wake up to the feeling of the bed dipping as he caged you to your bed with his arms.
“How cute!” Childe coos internally, snickering silently to himself when he caught the sight of you slightly drooling in your sleep. Thinking of a way to wake you up from your slumber, an idea pops up in his mind. Childe pokes you in the cheek with his index finger, waiting to get a reaction out of you.
Poke.
Childe pouts and pokes you on your cheek once more. You didn’t react. Instead, you continued to sleep. Your chest rises and falls with each gentle breath, still fast asleep. Totally oblivious to Childe’s intent on disturbing your sleep to pester you about your love life. He was not going to stop poking you until you woke up and answered his (and the others) burning questions!
“And that’s how we’re here!” Venti smiles innocently. You run your hands through your hair with a sigh.
“Childe only woke me up at six in the morning just to find out who my first crush and first love was?” You cocked your eyebrow at the ginger Harbinger in front of you. Childe smiles at you innocently and nods his head.
“We didn’t think he would sneak off and rouse you from your sleep.” Zhongli shakes his head in disapproval, shooting a look at Childe, who ignored the look that Zhongli shot in his direction.
“Well, now I’m awake!” You sighed, tossing the blanket off of your body as you grabbed the onikabuto plush, hugging it close to your chest. “Guess that means I should answer the question now, huh?” You rubbed your eyes with a small yawn.
“Yes.” Xiao nods his head.
“Indeed.” Ayato hums.
“I need answers!” Gorou pipes up, looking at you with anticipation.
“We need answers!” Scaramouche corrects Gorou, looking at the male from the corner of his eyes with a tiny frown on his face.
“No pressure, of course!” Thoma quickly adds, giving you a small reassuring smile.
“Everyone is quite curious about what your answer is, might I add.” Baizhu gives you a smile.
“Oh, I know!” You snorted. “I can see it on all of their faces.” The men can feel heat rise on their faces at your comment. Each and every single one of their faces turned bright red and bright pink. You cleared your throat and scanned through your brain, trying to recall a memory of this so-called first crush and first love. The men watch your face closely, on the edge of their seats, waiting for you to say who was the first one to claim your heart.
“To be really honest, I don’t remember who was my first ever crush…” You scratch your cheek, your eyebrow furrowing as you try to think back to the earliest time of your life. “It was probably a fictional character instead of a real person.” You muttered, stroking your chin.
“A fictional character?!” The men exclaim simultaneously, giving you an incredulous look. You giggled at their reaction and nodded your head.
“Yes, a fictional character! In my world, all of you are just fictional characters as well. But since I am in your world, you’re all pretty real to me.” You give them a tiny smile.
“Okay, so, a fictional character is your first crush…” Scaramouche gives you a weird look.
“Hey! If I was in my world, you’re all fictional characters. Therefore, I do have crushes on fictional characters!” You huffed, looking away from them with a pout on your face.
“Oh? So you have a crush on all of us?” Kaeya teases you, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively. You feel your face heat up at Kaeya’s comment and don’t reply, continuing to look away from them.
“Well, I’m not denying anything.” You muttered.
“Okay, then what about first love?” Diluc asks.
You let out a sheepish laugh as you scratched the back of your neck awkwardly. How were you going to explain this to them? Would they make fun of you for it? Could this change their perspective of you if you were to reveal this information? Regardless of that, it’s too late to go back now.
“I… never had a first love.” You said softly.
“What?” Itto looks at you quizically.
“What do you mean you never had a first love?” Xiao asks, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Surely, you’ve been in a relationship before, correct?” Albedo asks. You snorted and shook your head at Albedo’s question.
“I’ve never been in a relationship before.” You answered, crossing your legs under you as you pulled the blanket into your lap.
“How?! You’re so cute, loveable, sweet, and everything I want in a lover!” Thoma exclaims; his cheeks were ablaze. His face was almost as red as his shirt after his exclamation. You give Thoma a small smile, trying your best to hold back a snort.
“In my world, people have this standard of beauty and what they want in a lover. I never reach these said requirements.” You sighed, leaning up against the wooden headboard of your bed. “I did have crushes, sure, but the feelings were never mutual.” You start fiddling with the onikabuto plush. Great. How were you going to explain all of this without bursting into tears over how pathetic your love life was? Or your lack of love life, to be more specific.
“I’m not considered desirable in my world. I’m not shaped a certain way, my skin tone is either too dark too light, my hair isn’t a certain texture or length, and I’m either too tall or too short.” You chuckled bitterly, shaking your head with frustration. “People don’t consider me to be attractive or desirable because I don’t fit the standard of beauty in my world’s society.” Your shoulders slump as you hug your knees to your chest.
Recalling these old memories and your insecurities made your heart clench in your chest. Even though strangers didn’t want you, your family didn’t even want you either. All they do is compare you to your cousins or siblings.
“Why can’t you be more like your brother?”
“Why can’t you be more like your sister?”
“Your cousin just graduated from a prestigious university today! When will you go to college and be useful for once?”
“Do you really think that people would want to date someone as undesirable and useless as you?”
You shake the thoughts away from your head, avoiding their intense gaze. You tighten your grip around your knees as you swallow the lump in your throat. Your throat and eyes began to sting with tears that were threatening to fall.
“I never had a decent relationship. All of these relationships meant nothing to them while I put so much energy into it while they did nothing at all.” You sniffled, biting down on your bottom lip. “From my “relationships,” I learned that I fall for people too easily and that I get taken advantage of very easily.” You whispered, gently tugging on the onikabuto’s antlers. “It’s easy to replace me and take advantage of me.” You hummed. Everything around you fell silent as you continued to stare at the purple onikabuto plush in front of you.
“Now you have your answer. My first crush is most likely a fictional character, and my first love is nonexistent.” You commented. You looked up at the fifteen men. Before you could blink, Venti, Itto, Gorou, and Childe tackles you down on your bed.
“Oi! Don’t you dare talk down on yourself!” Xiao hollers, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Yeah! Don’t you dare say anything bad about yourself!” Itto buries his face into your stomach, tightening his grip around you.
“Those people don’t deserve you at all! They don’t deserve any of your love and kindness!” Gorou speaks up, gently cupping your face in his hands. He gazed down at you with puppy dog eyes as he wiped away the stray tear that made its way down your cheeks. You feel your bottom lip quiver at Gorou’s comment, tears blurring your vision.
“Stooooop! You’re going to make me cry! It’s too early!” You whined, gently hitting Gorou’s chest with your fist.
Gorou pulls you into his chest and pats your head gently. “I will be your first love.” Was the last thing the fifteen men think before they all surround you on your bed to comfort you, wiping your tears away while trying to cheer you up. The people in your world truly did not deserve you at all.
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lust for life - zhongli [nsfw]
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synopsis: your first time with the geo archon leads to a riveting adventure that you never dreamed of, but also don’t regret
notes: this is the first time i’m writing for zhongli and genshin, so please be nice. i apologize for anything potentially ooc. i’m learning. :]
warnings: praise kink, dragon tendencies (?), unprotected sex, pet names, zhongli is called morax, lana del rey song title, body worship, liyue archon quest spoilers
word count: 2.4k
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being in a relationship with zhongli is exhilarating. it is calm and a rush all at the same time. invigorating, perhaps.
liyue, the city of contracts, is always bustling with something new and exciting each day. the harbor specifically hails as a place that showcases the customs and traditions in the most beautiful ways.
the smell of freshly made grilled tiger-fish and chopped suey perfuming the air, and the shine of the beautifully crafted kites the nice old lady sells only make up a few traits the harbor carries. there’s also the bustle of the shops, selling different types of flowers and fruits and jewels ranging from jade to lapis.
as much as liyue is your home, there couldn’t be a better place of solace than in your boyfriend.
over the course of knowing him, he’s taught and shown you many things. and one of those things just happens to be the way of love. you have never been that involved before in a romantic relationship before he came along. but once he did, you could barely remember what life was like before him.
being that zhongli is now ‘mortal’, there are many things about him that still stand out from regular human beings. of course, this all makes sense when considering his reptilian nature at hand.
his eyes, a piercing aurelian color are a stark contrast to any other pair you’ve seen. they closely resemble two pieces of raw cor lapis.
the man is large—not necessarily very muscular, but lean and slender in all the right ways. he’s also a lot taller than the average person, having you crane your head up at times just to hold decent eye contact with him.
you often were bashful and easily embarrassed in front of zhongli, but he only ever has been very understanding and patient. a wise and well respected man with an eclectic taste for history and knowledge. there’s nothing about him that isn’t amazing.
“is this okay?”
zhongli’s voice breaks you from your thoughts. the gravel of it warms your tummy and sends shivers down your spine. his eyes seem to be looking through you in tantalizing yet understanding way.
“you seem conflicted over something. what’s troubling your mind, darling?” he inquires, tilting his head to the side. his obsidian locks, ends dipped in pure bronze, cascade down his back beautifully and you wonder if there’s ever anything this man does that could be deemed unattractive.
he asks these questions all while kneeling in front of your leaking cunt. like your nude body isn’t completely visible and vulnerable before him. but murmurs of your beauty and rarity cause you to relax and confess your thoughts.
“i just—“ you pause, apprehensive, “i’ve never done this before.”
there’s a look that flashes in his eyes, but only for a brief moment before changing to contemplation. “ah, i see.”
heart racing, you think that he’s about to pull out of the moment you two share. that he’d judge you for your lack of experience.
the feeling of a gloved hand on your cheek makes your heart skip a beat. “there’s nothing to be worried about. i will make extra sure to go at your pace. as long as you still trust me to lead, of course. i will make sure you’re comfortable, dearest.”
zhongli kisses the inside of your thigh, peering at you with subtle glee. to tell the truth, his mind can’t help but think of all the ways he’d tease and break you. but you don’t need to know that—at least not yet. when the time comes he’d explore that. for as long as he’s lived, waiting is something that doesn’t concern him. your wellbeing will always come first.
“okay…” you breathe, spreading your legs more for him at his request.
“always so precious and good for me, are you?” he hums with delight. your face blooms with heat but you nod meekly.
he continues, “you’ll tell me what you like, yes? while i eat this cunt out?”
your boyfriend’s blunt words strike your heart (and core) all at once.
zhongli squeezes your thighs in warning, “i need a verbal response, or i will stop.”
“yes, li.” you murmur, sending him a nervous grin.
“thank you, my love.” he smiles before moving over you. a ghostly sigh leaves you as his hands caress you hips, holding you in place with little effort.
his tongue, unusually long, sneaks out and swipes at your core. there’s a hum of satisfaction once your essence hits his buds. after tediously circling the outside of your leaking hole, it plunges forth within you.
even with it being the first time, you’re sure the wet muscle reaches places that no one besides him ever will, and you gasp, hands moving to grasp anything to ground yourself.
“z-zhongli—!” you stutter, words and lungs failing you all at once.
zhongli entwines your hands, squeezing gently to calm you. his free hand, however, only moves over your clit to rile you up further.
he hums again, satisfied with what you gift him when more of your juices evade his tongue.
“it’s been a long time since i’ve tasted something this sweet.” his lithe fingers continuing their motions as he attentively watches your reactions. “i think my tongue will always remember the way you taste.”
your hips have somehow found a way to ride his tongue and he assists by nearly having you fuck yourself on his face.
“i-i-!” you’re unable to warn zhongli of anything as you feel yourself succumbing to a realm of euphoric pleasure, seizing in place. your eyes roll back, and you find yourself facing a blinding light. you wonder if you’ve just died right now and then.
but as soothing hands caress your being and plant kisses on your cheeks, you realize you’re very much still on teyvat.
“ahh, so that’s what you look like cumming.” the archon’s eyes gleam and a hungry look flashes in them. “who knew how beautifully ravishing you’d look.”
not a moment passes before his fingers are on you again, and he slides in two digits.
“i’m sensitive, li! please!” you whine, hands grabbing his wrist.
“you’re doing so well though,” zhongli praises, his tone sweet like nectar. his normally stoic expression to no surprise, is nonexistent with you. the only visible look is love and adoration. “you can cum again, hmm? don’t you think you deserve it?”
tears slip down your face as you nod frantically, “yes!”
his eyes brighten at the way you squirm and try to conceal your whimpers. it’s only then does he realize he must toy with you even further.
the fingers that stilled themselves move again. the sound of lewd squelching filling the room. zhongli doesn’t know how much longer he can hold off before fucking you. the smell of your arousal is overwhelming, to say the least. and dark thoughts of wanting to breed you start to consume his mind.
regardless, you still needed to be prepared to take him. it would be no good if you were uncomfortable.
he works to bring you thus forth to another orgasm, his hand skilled and dexterous as it seeks to pleasure you.
“feels so good li! r-right there!” you gasp, arching up to follow his movements.
a hand soothes your hair and you feel his lips kiss your forehead. “relax dearest, you’re tightening up. just let go.”
it isn’t long before you’re cumming again. losing strength, you collapse fully on your back. you hear your boyfriend chuckle as he sucks the gloves of his fingers clean from your essence.
after giving you time to recover, zhongli gently runs his hands over you.
“darling, why don’t you help me undress. hmm?” he coaxes, moving back to begin to peel off his robes.
you sit up, wobbling as you kneel in front of him and he drags your hand up to his collar.
zhongli leans down, kissing you on the lips. he tastes of whatever tea he’s recently had. and of, well, you.
soon, your boyfriend is undressed, and archons (albeit, him himself) could only tell how it is possible for someone to be so beautiful and handsome, his figure lean and muscular in all the right ways.
it makes you feel weak in the knees how easy it is for zhongli to command attention and control. the way you’re pliant to his will because of how strong he is, allowing for him to hold your jaw in place as his tongue explores your mouth.
the feeling of something heavy and hard against your stomach makes your heart drop. there is no mistaking what it is.
as if sensing your distress, he pulls back from you. “what’s wrong, dear?” he grabs himself, stroking leisurely as he eyes you with quiet mischief.
you swallow, eyes having trouble leveling with his, “w-will it fit?”
you’re cute. too cute, for him. “of course darling,” he taps the head on your drenched clit, the tip catching easily onto your entrance.
“you were made to take me, after all.”
there isn’t anything else said once he sheathes himself fully inside of you.
shared moans fill the room as you both stare at each other for a moment. zhongli is hot and throbbing inside of you, and that alone has you cumming again.
“goodness,” he huffs, composing himself, “you are more sensitive than i thought.”
“ahh-sorry!”
“no need to apologize. it’s perfect. you’re perfect.” zhongli murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth.
“i’m going to move now, love.” he warns, voice soft.
you nod solemnly, squeezing his hand as a sign of goodwill.
it’s all odd at first, with how full you are, but eventually the discomfort becomes more pleasure than anything else. the way his cock is stroking your walls, hitting every crevice with a kiss, soon has you keening.
grunts fill your ear as zhongli’s pace slowly picks up over time. you think you might be somewhere in the clouds above mt. tianheng.
your boyfriend’s frame cocoons your own. he fucks you like he’s yearned you for eternity. as if he’s been preparing for this moment. his hips move like flowing water, skilled all around.
zhongli’s sharp canines bite into your shoulder, a low growl leaving him as he marks you. he doesn’t mean to blemish your beautiful skin, but the primal part in him can’t help himself.
your moans are like a melody to him, and he thinks he may drown in them and the way that they sound. he starts to think that maybe you yourself are some deity or maybe a siren with the way you have him under your spell.
“li, please, go faster!” you beg, looking up at him with wet eyes, “i-i can take it, i promise!”
“are you sure that’s what you want? i won’t be able to fully hold back if you ask that of me.” he warns.
“yes, please!” you whine, “please, morax!”
before you know it, he’s kissing you again, the sweet taste of him elevating your focus away from the now ruthless snap of his hips.
he gifts you his fingers in your mouth once his lips move over your collarbones and breasts, tongue wrapping around the sensitive nub while his free hand twists the other.
“you must be a gift from celestial to feel this good.” zhongli moans. he’s holding you in his lap now, moving you up and down his shaft just how he likes.
“have you got one more for me, love?” he pants, “then i’ll take care of you and let you rest.”
you find yourself crying out for morax repeatedly, and it sendings an unknown exhilarating feeling down zhongli’s spine. maybe because it’s the thought that no other god could save you but him.
“m’cumming!” you cry, once again clamping down on the man with a vice like grip.
zhongli shudders, trying to keep his focus on you coming undone, “i don’t think i can hold back much longer myself. where—“
“inside. please cum inside me!” you wail, twisting your legs to lock around him.
“fuck,” he curses, not meaning the slip of his tongue. but that’s just what you do to him. “a-are you certain? do not say things based on what you think i wish—“
zhongli does not expect for you to pout up at him with big, wet eyes and say, “you don’t want to cum in me?”
frozen, he blinks slowly at you. then, there’s the sound of a dark chuckle, almost inhumane. “you don’t know, do you?”
“how i’ll give you anything you want? you can ask for the stars and they’re yours.” he groans, hips erratic again. he’s smothering you with his mouth again, moving everywhere to kiss every inch of you. your legs are folded up and placed over his shoulders, pressed tightly against yourself.
he swears, “i’ll cherish and love you till death. contract or not, i vow to never break that word.” even in the afterlife.”
“that being said, i’ll cum in you as many times as you want.”
you cum at his words, sobbing from the tsunami emotions and feelings that’s hit you.
it isn’t long before zhongli follows, an exceeding large warmth and throbbing as he spills himself into you.
he holds onto you tightly, refusing to move until he’s sure that his cum has settled within you.
slowly pulling out and putting your legs back down, he examines you fully. “are you alright?
the smile you give is hazy. “golden.”
“don’t leave.”
he frowns, tongue clicking, “darling, you must let me clean you up at least. i can’t bear to leave you—“
“just for a moment!” you pout, burying your face into his damp chest. “i promise.”
“a moment.” he repeats, chuckling. soothing your hair.
in all honesty, a part of you liked having him leak down your legs, and maybe he enjoyed it to. for him, in all the years of his life he’s never felt a love like this before. he just did his best to show appreciation.
if this is how he’d sing words into your ears, how his affection would wrap around, you would very well get used to this. to a routine.
but then again, a zhongli without surprises doesn’t seem fitting for you at all.
after all, ‘normal’ isn’t even as common as we think it is.
tagging my beloved @hwaitham. thank you for always supporting me and for being so loving and welcoming. <3
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dpr-stay · 2 months
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Lovefool | Diluc x Reader
Hehehhehe Diluc Angst (tbh not that I really need to do much) also not edited!!
WC:1k
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“If you could go anywhere in the world, where?” You asked curiously, staring into Diluc’s eyes. The young master closed them for a second, thinking, before he opened them to respond.
“I’m not sure.” His voice was a sort of cold you were used to, inner walls remaining strong even though you’d burst your way through most of his outer fortifications. You kept looking at his eyes, half hidden behind his bangs whenever he’d duck his head, the red iris’s shining whenever the light caught on them.
“All I know is that I’d leave if I could.” His words, like usual, were straight to the point. You furrowed your eyebrows at their heavy connotations. He sighed at your expression, sinking further into his seat. His hands came to rest on the table, not fidgeting but slowly intertwining.
You didn’t let yourself become distracted, instead gesturing for him to continue and explain his statement. He paused for a moment, glancing down to seemingly contemplate his words.
“I don’t want to stay here. I want to be able to travel. I want to continue my fathers legacy, but I don’t want to be confined by it.” He said, his fingers flexing where they held each other.
You took a minute to process his words, the, by Diluc’s standards, word vomit needing a few moments to sink into your mind. You inhaled tightly through your nose.
He wanted to leave. He wanted to explore. You could understand that. He had to feel trapped. He’d spent his years stuck in the winery, stuck in the Knights of Favonius, stuck in the grief of losing his father.
You looked up at him, the man he’d become. Turned from the kid you’d first met under the careful eye of your mother who worked as a maid in the winery, to the teenager who decided to pledge himself to the knights, and now the man who felt trapped.
No, he said ‘confined’. You thought back the times you’d spend by his side, wondering if he felt confined back then.
Back when you’d blow dandelions together, when you’d taken work in the Good Hunter to be closer to him during his training, to now when you sat across from him, trying to read his emotions.
You felt a weight settle across your shoulders, dread slowly creeping into you as you surveyed his behaviour. He had been tense when he’d asked you to meet him here, never stuttering but hesitating which was very unusual.
He looked back at you.
“I think…” He started, averting his gaze, before continuing with more fervor.
“I need to leave.” He said, his hands flattening down on the table, his throat bobbing as he talked, his eyes set and resolute.
Need. He said he needed to leave. Like he needed air to breathe, he needed to leave.
You don’t think you’ve ever heard Diluc say that he needed something. Maybe once when you were still children, but the young man opposite you hadn’t needed anything in a long time.
He’d never needed parties, or presents, and you realised, with a heavy heart, he’d certainly never needed you.
But he needed to leave.
You swallowed, nodding slowly. He gazed at you, trying to read your face, but you let a reliable shield of passivity role over you. He looked at you as though asking for permission, a questioning lilt in his eyes.
“You need to leave?” You asked, voice not cracking but blocked by your throat. He nodded, an air of finality about his movement.
“Have you already made plans?” You asked, before realising how stupid it was. Of course Diluc had made plans, he was always prepared, he was just here to say goodbye.
Regardless, he nodded. You tried to swallow, sincerely you tried. You refused to let yourself falter. The silence hung in the air for a second before you spoke up.
“Diluc.” you said, the man still gazing at you with eyes you began to fear you could no longer read.
“If there was anything in the world that could make you stay, what would it be?” Sure it may come across pathetic, probably because it was, but you wanted to know. Was there any possible way you could not lose him?
He closed his eyes, his habit that you’d already picked up suddenly seeming more alien, before he shook his head slightly. He didn’t open his eyes to see the way yours faltered and darkened.
Perhaps it was foolish to hope. You’d known that at some point Diluc would snap, or something. You’d known that something would change. But you’d never imagine that he’d run away.
It felt as though a rug had been pulled out from under your feet, any and all cliche that describes feeling betrayed. A kick-in-the-gut, like a knife to your back, trust shattered like broken glass.
You tried to mask your heartbreak, but you knew that if he looked at you he would be able to tell. You didn’t know if you could consider it merciful when he stood up without looking at you, placing a few mora on the table and pushing his chair in.
“Diluc.” You said quietly. He paused in his movements. You mustered your courage. You knew the answer to the question you were about to ask, but you had to make sure. You needed to know, just in the slightest case.
“If I asked you to stay, would you?” You uttered. You watched his gloved hands tighten on the chair, the moment seeming to stretch for hours. You didn’t look up from his hands, but you saw his jaw clench from your peripheral.
He opened his mouth, looking at the floor, before closing it.
“I’m glad I got to see you before I left.” He turned and walked away. You watched him retreat, feeling as though someone had taken a picaxe and hacked through your back. You immediately looked down at the drink in front of you, trying to pretend the tears in your eyes was the condensation on the glass.
You had your answer.
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alatusprinz · 10 months
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Scaramouche/Wanderer x Fem!Reader
warnings: reader wears a dress, and well, he rips that dress. swearing.
genre: jealousy / word count : 983.
scenario: Scara won't let you off the hook so easily when he sees you preparing to go on "a date".
You don’t remember him looking this livid before, at least never to you. His firm grip on your wrist made you wince in pain, even when you tugged on his hand to let go, it merely encouraged him to squeeze tighter. As if telling, demanding you to stand still, he warningly tightened his hold. 
“What is your problem? Let go” You muttered irritatedly, attempting to drag your hand away once again. Wanderer’s violet eyes narrowed, his anger threatening to burst if he didn’t make sure you were joking when you said “you were going on a date”.
“A date? A fucking date, you said?” He mumbled under his breath. Before you could respond, he forcefully yanked his hold on your hand inwards, making your body crash into him. With a slight struggle to hold your balance, you returned your sharp gaze to him. 
“Tell me you’re joking.” He demanded, his voice dropping venomously, yet he knew from your attire, your dolled up look that you unfortunately weren’t. 
“Let me go, I’m running late because of you.” His fury deepened when you refused to tell him what he wanted to hear. 
“You think I will let you go on a date in that skimpy piece of fabric any weak mortal could tear off in less than a minute?” As if emphasising his words, he let go of your wrist and instead directed his hands to the back of your dress, gripping the sides of the zipper. Your eyes widened when you realised his hand positioning- he was going to rip it.
“No-, what the-” Your words went unheard as he tore the top part of the dress in one effortless pull, the thin fabric tearing with no more than a lift of his finger. You yelped from his aggressiveness and thrashed in his unyielding grip, giving up on escaping his embrace but at least to stop him from completely peeling the only means of covering your body off of you. Though deep inside, you would be lying if his desperation and possessiveness didn’t send a wave of arousal in between your legs. 
His sharp eyes shamelessly travelled over your half exposed upper body, greedily drinking up the alluring sight despite your figure pressed firmly to him. This is it, yes. This is how you looked the prettiest, in his arms. Not getting all dolled up to meet another wimpy lowlife who could never dare hope to compare to how well he could treat you. In fact, give him the word and he would bring the entire world at your feet, burn down nations, cast down Celestia to the inferno of hell if that was what you wished. 
Could he fucking compare? That’s what he thought- nobody could. Nobody could ever treat you as well as he could, and he would let you know that. 
“Have I not made it clear? Do you not see how you have me wrapped around your finger?” He pulled you in closer almost like he intended on suffocating you with his embrace, and finally dropped the malicious edge of his voice. Just before you could respond, your heart skipped a beat as his hold slightly loosened, his embrace turning surprisingly gentle and almost affectionate- a sharp contrast to his earlier words and behaviour. 
“...What?” You managed to reply, your voice barely higher than a whisper from the sudden shift in his actions. 
“I would move mountains, tear my own body limb by limb if need be. I would stop at nothing for you. To have you by my side, to see your stupid smile that makes me feel like my thousand years of suffering had a purpose.” 
“I want you, (name). I want everything about you, I want you by my side.” Stay with me, please- he longed to plead, beg at your feet if that’s what you wanted. 
Before he could do anything to add on, you found your arms hesitantly snaking around his slender waist. You couldn’t find the words to say, nothing came to your mind except the need to hold him close, to feel the sincerity of his devotion you never knew he held for you. 
He swore he tries to be patient with you. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if he was worthy of pursuing your affection, didn’t you deserve to be with someone who was worthy? Someone genuine, someone who hasn't massacred innocents in pursuit of his own selfish greed? And yet all of such apprehension burned away with the rage he felt when his only joy was threatened to belong to someone else, he couldn't bear to see you besides someone else.
“...Say something… anything” His voice weakly shivered, alarmed by your silence in spite of your positive implications of stopping to escape his embrace. Your arms held him so gently, he had never felt such softness, such warmth before. He had been betrayed, tortured, tormented and faced fate worse than death too many times to count- he would have died hundreds if not thousands of times over from the pain he went through in his porcelain body. Heck, Wanderer was sure kindness didn’t even exist before he met you. And your tender embrace was proof that life could for once be good to him, that this cruel world held a place where he could find home in. Never in his never-ending nightmare of a life did he even dare dream of finding someone like you. That’s exactly why held onto you so tight, he would rather perish, disappear this very instant than go back to life without you again. The hollow, the cold and grey world he knew- it all faded when you brought colour to his life. As long as the sun shines, as long as the water runs in the river and as long as the winds blow- he would dedicate his all to you. Fuck, he wouldn’t stop even if all of those ceased to exist, that’s how fierce and unyielding his love was. 
He just hoped you wanted him as much as he wanted you. 
Your heart thumped almost uncomfortably fast in your chest, then leaned closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. 
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yashanightdevil · 8 months
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DILUC RAGNVINDR x F! READER
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『In which Diluc can see you reading the book he lives in and falling in love with you...... 』
𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:
𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎... 𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝... 𝙾𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑?? 🤔
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Diluc took a deep sigh, it was another day for you to open your book with your favourite rainy weather, a mug of warm chocolate beside your bed and what seems to be a musical instrument that accompanies you throughout your reading.
If only you know. He shake his head returning to his swordsmanship. "Don't pressure yourself Diluc, please take care of yourself" he heard you muttered worryingly and that made him grow a smile.
It was like that everyday, he'd hear you laugh, mused, upset and even cry when you see him in pain. In every turn of the pages his life in the other world changes, he fought, he work non-stop, argue with illogical and materialistic-power hungry people. Life in nobility was different compared to the woman he longed and wished he could embrace to his arms, comfort her when she's sad and lonely or converse with her if she needed someone to talk to, he will always be open for her. Just for her.
"Don't worry Diluc, I know you can do this! I believe in you!" You cheered for him non-stop, saying all the nicest word he could only hear and treasure in his mind and heart. How beautiful it is that you captured his heart.
"𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪" he said softly.
𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, in your perspective he was speaking to a another character, for him, those words were his response to your heart warming cheers.
"Diluc it's a trap! They're going to kill you!" With every bits of your energy to warn him every time of underlying threats, he knew he could trust you with all his heart and soul.
Another flip of a page and he knew it was almost nearing the end. For you it took weeks or even a month to finish the book but for him, time changes, so was the seasons, and years. He reached his goals, defeated his enemies, and was able to reach the highest ranking and status. Nonetheless, his heart wreck in pain, knowing you'll be ending the journey. Years looking at you, wherever you are, he knew you always brought the book with you. To read at your bedroom, your living room, the kitchen and even outside where his world and yours doesn't match at all, yet when he looked at it, peace was everywhere. No war, no threats or violence, although not a perfect world it was just a huge difference that he knew you were safe in your own world than his. That he could only dream of you embracing you in his arms full of love and care.
Diluc knew you were better off there than face the rough world he lives where a life is always at stake.
"Diluc... I'm so happy to see you reach your.. Happy ending.." You croaked as you tried to prevent yourself from crying, however tears flowed itself and drop onto the last white sheet of paper.
Diluc could feel that tear through a rain that was pouring. He was crying too. "𝙄𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" He glance at the greying skies covered by the down pouring rain.
As if magic, you thought he was responding to you, but you knew he was only talking about his past comrades that died for him, however instincts told you to reply.
"I did not expect to fall for someone, did not expect it either to be inside a book, an ink and paper. However, you made my lonely days into my happiest memories. Diluc.... I've watched you grow, watch you rise and fall but that did not stop me from loving you more and more... I wish I could've been there to support you physically... Give you the best hugs in the world and wait for you everytime you come home from a busy day. I wish I was there, but our world is different.." You said in a painful, longing voice. Tears dropped more and stained the page but you could not care less when your heart ache. You hug the book tightly in your arms.
And so was Diluc, he leaned forward as if your figure was there, crying in sorrows. It was the painful truth. Their worlds were different. They could never be with each other.
"𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚. 𝙒𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝. 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚... 𝙔𝙤𝙪.. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪.. 𝙈𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩." He spoke gently and determined. For you, he will find any means to search for you.
"Goodbye Diluc, but this will not be the last" you told, giving yourself encouragement.
You scanned the last page of the book, with painful heart you read the last of his dialouge.
"𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧. 𝙒𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚..."
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cynettic · 2 years
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toxic traits (genshin men x gn!reader)
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summary - toxic relationships with genshin men
pairings - diluc / albedo / zhongli x gn!reader
warning - minors dni, slight nsfw implications 
a/n - i haven’t written genshin in such a long time, the first thing i end up writing? dirty prompts at a library listening to mozart, lovely.
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Diluc loves like fire. A smoldering heat that burns to the touch, calloused hands that grip the lengths of your arm to hold you closer, and tighter still. Diluc cannot get enough of you, burying your face into the collar of his waist coat until oxygen is no longer taken for granted. There’s no use in struggling with fire, a flame that enraptured you whole, tinging the hems of your shirt, of your skin, of your heart. Diluc loves like an inferno, and you will be unable to escape when he nuzzles his nose into your neck and calls you his. 
Albedo loves like an addict. An obsessive touch that lingers and pauses on your hip, but never strays. Albedo breathes you like a drug, hands smoothening the wrinkles on your vest, hands helping unbutton your blouse. There is no getting in between his urges, his desires, for Albedo has no self restraint when it comes to this placebo. To this addiction. You will have to succumb to his soft words when he tells you to close your eyes, when his hands rest on your hips and he orders you to feel. When he submits to the daily dose of temptation called you.
Zhongli loves like a disciple. An unwavering pledge to you and you only. Zhongli loves like the action is a worship and you are his god, like hands and knees buried to the ground will never suffice to the gracious things you have offered him. Until his hands take hold of your calves and he can press a kiss to your thigh and prove to you just how much he loves you. Your mewls of satisfaction are commands from his supreme being. Your word is law, and Zhongli will do anything in his power to surrender to you.
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