#genshin oneshot

[tetsuskei]

dew mornings and the bond of eternity – tartaglia [nsfw]

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

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.

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’

[mayullla]

Hello! Loved your other events nd would like to join this one too!

My req is: 🥀 🦋with yandere! al haitham

Hope your day goes great!!

Title: The Akasha's choosing

Character(s): Al Haitham (Genshin Impact) Summary: The Akasha introduced Sumeru to soulmates, many believed it and even you... yet you can't help but wonder if you and the scribe of the Academia, Al Haitham, were meant for each other. Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, Fem!reader, manipulation of information, soulmate au

Part 2 is now here!: Learning to love [ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

It was shocking when the information about soulmates where given by the Akasha. 

When you heard the news of what a soulmate was from the device on your ear you stared at your tea, unable to move as you wondered how the Akasha would match you to your soulmate.

Almost everybody looked happy when they found their soulmates, when their personalities match that it was almost like a click. Like they found a puzzle piece.

Yet you weren't so sure of yourself as you were reminded of the man who was supposed to be your soulmate. The scribe of the Academia, Al Haitham.

You meet the man a few times, when he was researching something out of the city you bumped into him in your travels to collect herbs and plants a few times. He was a straightforward man and in your mind, cold. You guys just didn't match. Not in your personalities nor your professions, when you worked hard but just enough money to feed yourself and keep a roof above your head while he was a man who had a high rank in the Academia.

You never liked him much, never really understood him. His stares felt like they were drilling holes into you, judging you and your worth.

You tried to avoid him whenever you could.

You thought that he wouldn't care about such things as soulmates, that something like that would be a shackle to him. That he would ignore the whole thing together. You thought that was the end of your soulmate experience and you weren't sad really you were relieved that was the case.

You didn't think you would see him as you head out of your home to tend to your small farm. Sitting outside your home reading a book just as you opened the door. You were quick to muffle your voice unable to hold your surprise shout yet somehow conscious enough to realize that it was still early in the morning to cause a ruckus.

He looked at you with an eyebrow raised oddly looking at you as if wondering if you were okay in the head.

"Why are you here?"

"Am I not allowed to meet the lady that I am soul bound to? While I don't necessarily care for such things I am curious to meet the lady that the Akasha had deemed my equal."

".... oh..."

It was awkward for you really when he explained why he was here. You thought he would not care as much yet it seems that you were wrong.

It was really weird at first, while you didn't want to meet him much he seemed to be interested in where this was going. Whenever he had free time he was often near you as you go about your day. While you wanted everything to end he kept the conversation going asking you questions and thoughts while you looked away… anywhere but him. It was not that you hate him but…

It was not like you can push him away when word somehow spread like wildfire that you were soul bound to him everyone seemed so happy for you. That you were lucky.. fortunate that you were about to be soul bound by the academia's scribe. Even when you told them that you and he didn't really fit each other or that he wasn't the one you hoped for everybody pushed your feelings aside stating that the Akasha was always right.

"Are you taking a break?" The deep voice surprised almost making you jump from your hiding spot. Looking up from your seat at the grass floor you saw Al Haitham standing near you right beside the tree you were leaning on.

You went deeper into the forest very early in the morning before the time he would usually visit you you wanted to get away and have time for yourself but it seems you were so soon caught by the man. Leaning on the tree you thought that went far enough that maybe he would have given up searching for you.

Really while you continued to find Al Haitham awkward to be around it seems that he became rather fond of you.

Al Haitham took a seat right beside you asking what you were planning to eat. You looked anywhere but him and while he was pretty miffed about it he couldn't help but also be amused by your actions as you handed him part of your lunch that you had made for yourself after awkwardly asking if he ate or not. You were too polite.

You were a sweet girl fearful of hurting other hearts and at the same time so caring. Even when you didn't want to be with him the person you were supposed soul bound to you still smile when he visits trying to hide your true feelings. You couldn't say no directly to his face even when it was so obvious that you find him uncomfortable, instead opting to run away with an excuse at hand when you were caught.

You would come around eventually, Al Haitham knew you would. You just need a little more time really. And you would see that you and he match well with each other.

You don't need to know that Al Haitham knows almost everything about you at this point. That he was able to gain access to all your information. You didn't need to know that he was the one who placed this theory of soul-bound in front of the eyes of the upper-ups. You didn't need to know that later he tweaked it a bit linking you and him together. That he did all that just so that he could have you in his grasp.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @vodka-glrl request: UMMMM GA MING GA MING GA MING!!! CAN WE GET A GA MING X READER OUT HERE!? So the whole thing is the reader comes from a rich family who kinda doesn't approve of her (yup fem! Reader if you're comfortable) and ga ming dating so they don't allow her to go watch gaming perform during lantern rite so gaming is just so sad during the whole performance but the reader sneaks out of the house so she could go watch him!! :3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ HIIII!! Omg yes!! I really hope I got Ga ming somehow right because gosh I adore this boy but then again, I dorn have experience with writing for him yet.

Fem!reader wasn't really any problem so hope you like it! Also one-shot format because I felt like it's better like that!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

It was finally day if the Lantern Rite and Ga ming was bouncing from excitement when he thought of tonight's performance! Not only because he loves pe forming but also and mostly because his beloved will come to watch him!

You said yesterday that you'll do your best to come, in fact you promised you wouldn't miss it for the world! He knows how your parents are and he knows he should probably not have this much hope... but somehow he just couldn't. It's like your presence was sure already and he wanted to make it the best performance of his life yet so you'll be only proud of him! Who knows? Maybe he'll even steal a kiss or two for his good work?

But when he finally entered the area and jumped high above the audience, looking for you. He didn't saw your eyes, your hair, your clothes, nothing! You didn't come after all... Big smile on his face was washed away for a second. But it was quickly replaced with sadder smile, he may be disappointed but he won't make this moment sad to others because of his own feelings!

"(Did her parents really were this forcing? It's just one performance... and on Lantern Rite... I made sure to practice this play thousands of not millions of times too!)"

You on the other hand, had your stealth mission! You could see in distance lights of Lantern Rite and hear loud music, accompanied with cheering of the people. You knew you were running late.

With even more motivation, you finally jumped from the window onto the tree nearby and carefully for down with it's help. And when you did, you ran towards the event like you never did before. You honestly didn't care if your hair will get messy or if you get sweaty, all you wanted right now is to see your boyfriend's performance and not make him feel like you abandoned him on this special day!

"(Oh please let it be a long show... so I can come at least for the ending..!)"

Performance kept going, Ga ming had many glimpses at crowd, hoping he just didn't notice you and you're actually there somewhere! During one of these peeks... at the very end of performance when he almost lost his hope, he noticed you in the crowd! He noticed how you were panting from tiredness but also smiled brightly upon hearing him perform, leading to bright and honest smile return to his face.

It was a big part now... and he made sure to catch up for precious part of the performance and make it the best part yet! He didn't thought much of it at the moment but he probably wanted to help you see what you missed too! And maybe get some praise after the show~

When it was over, he carelessly took his costume off and ran towards the crowd, looking for you.

"Y/N! You came in the end!"

He immidietly hugged you upon seeing your face. His embrace contained all emotions he felt, being both happiness and expressing how much he missed you.

"Of course! My parents tried stopping me but there was no way I'd miss your performance! It was just so great! I felt the shivers on my body... in a good way of course!"

You then leaned to give his cheek a little congratulations kiss. He deserved it and you wanted to show a bit of affection after being so late too.

He for one squeezed you tighter in response for a short while before letting go to not hurt you accidentally. And this night is not over yet so he wanted to get out of this as much as possible!

"Alright~ Why won't we go get some dim sum since we're together now? My treat!"

"Oh absolutely! You know I can never say no to that!"

Both of you were eager to spend time with each other and probably a bit hungry so you arrived in no time! Of course holding hands on your way, as well as inside of the restaurant~

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@bleachtheidiot @vodka-glrl - come get your dim sum lover!

[sakxramxlkii]

WANDERER MISSES YOU - ONESHOT PT. 1

Prompt mildly Inspired by @Trixie_Rizz

PROMPT : Wanderer is a little tsundere (he's still dom tho), he just misses you, ANGST?, NOT THE TRAVELER'S POV

WARNINGS: Pretty much none

You met Wanderer when he was still cold and hated being around anyone. You had always stuck around him, and he had always found it irritating that you did. However one hangout eventually led to travelling all of Sumeru together, mainly particularly the rainforest. You had both gone on adventures together, taking up side quests from people that you mainly obliged and he didn't. He always just did something else while you helped someone with their issues.

As time went by however, he gradually began growing a liking to you, which eventually led to feelings and a jumble of struggles to confess his feelings towards you. When he did, a relief was washed through him knowing that you had felt the same way. That was the day you both began travelling together with a deeper bond, as lovers.

You had grew up in Inazuma for practically your whole life and your trip in Sumeru had come to a stop. You were having so much fun with your boyfriend that you forgot that it was all just a trip. You both feared that this relationship wouldn't last and that the trip ending would put an end to continue it.

Wanderer didn't wanna go to Inazuma with you, he hated that nation due to it being ran over by his own mother. The region gives him horrifying memories of his deeds and betrayals. He didn't wanna go nor did he want YOU to go. It saddened him that you were only in Sumeru for a trip, he'd much rather lie in comforts with you while talking to his pseudo sister, Nahida right now.

So there you were, luggage and ticket in hand while the sound of trains rang. Wanderer looked away, he often acted cold towards this relationship but you knew deep down he cared. His emotions spiralled in him as if you were making a cocktail of his emotions, he was glad you get to see your family again, he may be blunt with his words but he will always love you. At the same time however, he had grown such a deep bond with you, combining this with his abandonment issues, he felt betrayed, almost as if he was gonna cry in public and spoil his pride.

Lips quivering, "Tch. Do you seriously have to go? I mean, i'm certain this trip was far better than that trashy wasteland labelled as a region." "Yes I do, Wanderer. I'll be back to visit i promise." He bit back a few tears, and to your surprise, he hugged you. "If you leave me, i'm hunting you down and killing you." He spoke nonchalantly to which you chuckled to. "You'll come back, won't you?" "I will, i promise, i'll write to you every single week as well." "Whatever."

THERE WILL BE A PART 2 I PROMISEEEEE. I HAVE EVERYTHING PLANNED. anyway pLEASE PLEASE PLEASE give me some oneshot requests to write. (I will only write for reader x genshin men)

[mikaaki]

✧ ⁠— LACES

characters : wriothesley

warnings : afab ! reader , reader wears a dress

word count : 0.56k

notes : this is literally all i’ve been thinking about

wish my husband a happy birthday !!!

official proofreader : @tr1scuitsworld

you stood in the comfort of your shared bedroom , looking in the mirror as you dressed yourself. or at least , attempted to dress yourself.

you and wriothesley had been invited for a small formal event at the palais mermonia. it being a formal event meant you should dress in something more sophisticated than you typically would.

your hair was held up by a clip , temporarily moved out of the way while you struggled with the laces of the dress. it felt impossible to get the dress to fit snugly against your figure. anytime you thought you had it , the laces were too loose or they looked too lopsided. it was growing frustrating.

❝ need help? ❞ a more than familiar voice asked from the other side of the room. you held the top of the dress against your chest , turning to face him.

wriothesley stood on the other side of the room, fixing his tie as he glanced over at you. he didn’t say anything as he looked at the dress you had been struggling to put on.

❝ turn around. ❞ he said , walking over to where you stood.

you did as he asked , turning to face the mirror as he took his place behind you.

his hands reached for the thin laces on the back of your dress , beginning to tug on them. he pulled the laces through the loops in your corset , being careful not to lace it up too tightly. he would hate to accidentally crush your ribs in the process.

you watched him through the mirror. he looked so focused as he laced up your dress. his eyes narrowed as he worked. he was so pretty when he was focused.

❝ there, ❞ he hummed , tying the remainder of the lace into a small bow. he rested his hands on your hips , causing your stomach to explode with butterflies.

❝ look at you. ❞ you could practically hear the smile in his voice as he rested his head against yours , looking at you through the mirror. ❝ you look gorgeous, ❞

❝ thank you, ❞ you replied with a soft laugh , your face heating up as he complimented you. it was obvious he was checking you out , but you couldn’t complain.

the dress was fitted nicely to your figure , showing off your curves whilst being comfortable enough to allow you to move.

❝ how did i get so lucky? ❞ he happily sighed , pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

❝ oh you’re lucky? ❞ you asked , looking over your shoulder at him.

you could clearly see the absolute love and adoration he held for you on his face. he had this stupid smile on his face while looking down at you.

❝ so lucky, ❞ he whispered , pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. he let his lips linger for a moment before pulling away. he took the clip out of your hair , letting your hair fall against your skin.

❝ now , let’s get your hair styled , hm? ❞

your boyfriend was always so happy to help. and you were more than happy to let him.

who knew the duke of the fortress of meropide had such a soft spot for his lover?

tags for sillies : @akiseochi

dm , comment , or ask to be added !

[rhenuvee]

Table for Two pt2 (Alhaitham x reader)

A/N: Part 1 here! Thank you for the support on the first part, I loved reading your comments and notes in the reblogs! Honestly restraining myself from making this a full blown series because I love his boobs- I mean his character.

Warnings: acts of service as Alhaitham's love language, not proofread yet, slight ooc Alhaitham? Alternatively titled Table for Five

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It hasn't been long since your date with Alhaitham. In fact it's been two hours.

"(Y/n)- Can you believe it? (Y/n)! In the same darshan as me. He could have said something! I know them!" Kaveh complained to himself as he went on with his day.

"Oh whatever- I bet you they're having a date in the desert studying ancient runes knowing how romantic he is, hahahaha!" Kaveh chortled, barely making any sense with his laughter covering his words.

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Meanwhile...

"Ah, thank you Alhaitham. Apologies again, I didn't mean to drag you out for this long." you say dusting the rocks and sand off your clothes.

"No need to apologize. I also got something out of this trip." he replies. After your little date at Puspa Cafe- which by the way, had you so nervous that Alhaitham realized and tried calming you by telling you about himself and asking about your interests- Alhaitham offers to walk you back home, until you told him you weren't going back home.

You had an assignment that had you going to the desert to study the architecture of the inside of the dunes. Alhaitham insisted on going with you in case of any monsters. So here he is now with you. "What's important is that you've gotten everything you need."

"I do, thank you." you say beaming with a sigh, happy that you were finally done. You sit and collect your things, putting them back into your bag. "We should probably get out of here quickly." you state, not wanting either of you to be in any danger. He nods but stays in place for a second and you don't move either, waiting to see what he wants to say.

"Do you need to sit down and take the sand out of your shoes?" he says while sitting down himself and taking the sand out of his own boots.

"No I'm okay." you say with a smile. And to be honest you are. With things like your woodworking projects, you barely have time to think about things in your shoes that you've gotten used to it. Alhaitham looks at you with his eyes slitted, saying as if he didn't believe you. Suddenly he comes in front of you where you're sitting, bends down, and gestures to your legs.

You're not sure if Alhaitham is aware of how oddly intimate this is to you. How he bends down as you sit, how he holds your ankle, how he carefully takes off your shoe and puts it back on... He's like royalty- a knight or a prince, you think. Though an untraditional one, but it's not like you mind.

"There. You've been standing this whole time while doing your drawings and notes. It doesn't hurt to stop and get comfortable again." he informs you while standing back up.

"I'll keep that in mind, thank you..." you say shyly, not knowing that he was paying attention. Definitely not as robotic as other scholars say. And maybe you take back your thought from before, that he was a prince. Because now he's making you feel like royalty instead. With that you both stand up and walk back to Sumeru City.

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It was late by the time you two arrive in the city. It was starting to get dark, except for the street lights and taverns that are still illuminated until even later. There are still students going home late, tavern workers still up and employees cleaning the city grounds.

"Thank you again Alhaitham, for today." There's a slight pause before you said today. There were a lot of things you wanted to thank him for.

"You're welcome." he says. You saw that he was about to bid you goodbye, but you wanted to stop him for something first.

"Ah- wait, I have something to tell you." you say quietly, your hand waving as a gesture for him to come closer. You breathe in and mentally tell yourself to calm your fast beating heart. Once he bent down to your height, you rise to his and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Alhaitham's eyes widen a little as he was not expecting that at all. And as your cheeks grow warm, you notice the small smirk forming on his lips.

"Is this your way of telling me you're not intimidated by me anymore?" he asks slyly. He seems to be getting even closer to you, so you start slowly backing up.

"W-Well I did that to thank you for what you did for me today, but I guess that too..." you mumbled the last part. To be honest you didn't think of what Alhaitham said as your intention, but in a way it does make sense. Eventually you end up backed up on the wall next to your house, and the moment you notice is the moment Alhaitham's arm comes up and cages your head, leaving no way for you to escape.

"Just tell me if you feel uncomfortable..." he says softly. In a swift motion, he uses his index and thumb of his right hand to hold your chin and turn your head towards him. He brings you closer and closes the gap by softly pressing his lips against yours. It takes you by surprise. It was a short kiss, just a peck, but Alhaitham did that purposely to not fluster you too much.

"Alhaitham..." you say his name softly as you both pull away.

"Was it okay?" he whispers, looking deep into your eyes. You manage to let out an mhm, and he nods. "I'm glad." He has a once-in-a-blue-moon tiny smile as he says that, and pulls away, letting you finally breathe in your spot. "You don't need to thank me for these things." he says answering your statement from before. You make a noise of approval, but you honestly don't really mean it because you do feel like thanking him.

"Remember, you can come find me whenever you're finished your projects." You smile at how formal his responses sound sometimes, but you're starting to get used to knowing what he means.

"Okay then..." you say with a breathless smile. And maybe Teyvat is an upside-down world, because once you both say your goodbyes, Alhaitham goes home head buried in his book- not to read, but to hide any possible smiles that break out. You on the other hand, didn't even do anything to stop yours.

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"The House of Daena."

"Oh marvelous guess~" Kaveh muses to the General Mahamatra. Originally Kaveh came to the tavern to join Cyno and Tighnari's TCG match, however the topic became something a lot more interesting so the cards were ditched.

"I thought you would have said Pardis Dhyai." says Cyno to the forest ranger chief. "Because they have a budding romance." Tighnari lets out a groan. "Get it? Since-"

"Speaking ill about me again?" Alhaitham says while arriving to the table, and sits down.

"Oh you're here." Cyno says as he sees the Scribe arriving to the table. And just in time... Tighnari thinks as Alhaitham's arrival has delayed the explanation of another terrible joke. Alhaitham nods his head as a greeting and takes a seat.

"He was busy removing the sand off his lips." Kaveh teases in a cheeky tone. Tighnari stifles his laughter with his hand as a smirk breaks out on Cyno's face. Alhaitham doesn't say anything to feed into it, though he couldn't help but wonder why he said "sand".

"Where is (y/n)?" asks Tighnari. Alhaitham's eyes sharpen for a moment, and Tighnari realizes he may have come off as nosy and quickly corrects himself. "I don't mean to pry, Kaveh just said they'd be here."

"I- well I don't suppose you'd do the honors of introducing them to us?" Kaveh crosses his arms as if he was the victim of the situation. Alhaitham sends a glare at the architect.

"No. How do you know about them anyway?"

"I heard from a few scholars who saw your little smooch with MY junior." From the emphasis on the "my", it was apparent that Kaveh was more offended that the answer was right under his nose rather than the real gossip circulating. Alhaitham then realizes he was right- he did kiss you on the cheek outside the Akademiya... "So where did you take them?"

"Would you perhaps need some flowers for next time?" Tighnari offers.

"Yes flowers! And maybe a nice view..."

"Did you hold their hand?"

"Alhaitham how can you kiss and not tell??" And it's exactly that way. Alhaitham is bombarded with questions from all of them... but he doesn't intend on answering. They don't need to know the details, he decides.

"Maybe they can join us next time." Cyno suggests. "A table for five."

"You mean a table for six. We'll need an extra chair for Alhaitham's big head."

"Make that four to exclude you and your big mouth."

"Ha-ha very funny Alhaitham. I think you ought to resign from your position as the Scribe and become a clown instead."

"Or I'll order a table for three while the two of you will be sitting in a time out corner." Tighnari orders, almost resembling a mother. The Scribe and the architect roll their eyes at each other.

"I don't need any of your help." Alhaitham says going back to the original questions. with his arms crossed. There is an awkward pause where the men fidget with their drinks, afraid they've struck a nerve.

"But flowers would be nice..." Alhaitham mumbles while looking away. The three give him a soft smile, and Tighnari nods. They knew they each had their differences with Alhaitham, but they realized the slight change in his attitude so they put them aside.

They decide to resume their lively gossip before all this about debating who would be the ugliest fungi while playing Genius Invokation TCG. Alhaitham also offers his rational opinions which as usual make the others groan in confusion, but it's nothing they are opposed to.

But the four men at the tavern table were thinking the same thing. Alhaitham was the smallest bit touched when they seemed to express interest in helping him. He may seem aloof but he did feel like they truly wanted to meet you and make you feel included in their talks.

Romance is not usually the topic of their discussions, so when the Scribe out of all of them was the first to bring that to the table, of course they'd want to support him. Not that any of them would admit it though.

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Bonus:

"So... where did you take them?" Kaveh says trying to get more juicy details from his roommate as they walk home from the tavern.

"We went to Puspa Cafe." he says in his usual monotone voice. Kaveh gasps as this somehow surprises him.

"Puspa Cafe- well I guess we were all wrong." Kaveh says laughing to himself.

"What do you mean by that?" Alhaitham sends him a glare.

"Oh, we placed bets on your date location." Kaveh admits the jokes he shared with Tighnari and Cyno before Alhaitham's arrival. "Your office, the House of Daena and your house."

"I'm not that heartless." Alhaitham scoffs.

"I know." Kaveh says reassuring him. "Well, no matter. You came to the tavern late, so I'm assuming you had a good time, right?" And Alhaitham hates that Kaveh sounds genuine yet is trying to tease him as he asks the last part. But Kaveh already knows the answer, and he can tell because of the silence his roommate gives him as they enter their house. So he smiles and leaves him alone... well not entirely.

"By the way, you'd definitely be the ugliest fungi."

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Notes:

Cyno recommended tulips

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But now he's playing with your head~ Ayato x Gn!reader

"God will you stop being so clingy!". T/W- Arranged marriage, angst, forced marriage, yelling, no comfort

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The ceremony was over, you were officially married to ayato. Not that you really wanted to be, but you had no choice. It was an arranged marriage and this was only for the good of your family. And only for that. In public you were expected to act like a couple, but behind closed doors it was different. He was cold hearted, rarely showed you affection, somehow you fell for him.

There were rare moments where it did seem like he really loved you. The few times he held your hand in public, or when he cooked you dinner. Or even when he rubbed your hair. What the hell was he doing to you? He was playing with your head. You hated him and despised the marriage, but then at the same time, you had a soft spot.

About a year after the marriage, he had become a little more open, but still far off what you had hoped for in a husband. You had kissed him, but it had only been for the public. And never again in private.

"God will you stop being so clingy!" You had tested your luck by asking for a hug.

"I just wanted a hug ayato."

"Yeah well I don't, god I hate you. Your a burden on me."

Maybe this marriage wasn't working? Maybe he really did hate you.

"Oh..." Tears started to form. "I'm sorry..."

You walked away quickly, heading toward your bedroom, not a shared one. Just yours. You both slept seperate, he didn't seem to mind, but you just wanted human contact. All you wanted was to be loved. To be hugged. To be kissed like you mattered to someone.

What the hell were you doing here. He didn't love you, he said so himself. Maybe it was time to leave.

You walked out of the room, ready to face your husband. But you found him curled up in the corner, he seemed to be crying?

"Ayato?"

He quickly looked up, meeting your eyes for a spilt second. Then quickly standing up and brushing himself off.

He cleared his throat, "oh um y/n what are you doing here."

"Nevermind me. Are you alright?" You started to walked closer. He almost seemed like an injured animal, you tried to move slowly as not to startle him.

"I'm perfectly alright." He eyes still sparkled with tears

"No your not your crying."

"Nonsense. I'm not crying."

Slowly you walked towards him and then wrapped him in a hug. You made sure to be loose about it so he could leave anytime he wanted. But he didn't. He stayed. He wrapped his arms around you tighter. You'd never seen this side of him before.

"I'm sorry I said all those things. I was stressed and upset and..."

"It's fine."

You held him closer and began to run your hand through his hair.

This became a repeat, Ayato would say things he 'regreated' then seek comfort from you. Still you slept in seperate bedrooms, but he always seemed to put up a front in public. 2 years you had been going through this. Why were you still here? You had been asking yourself that the whole time. You had lost that soft spot for him a while ago, but for some reason you still held on. Maybe it was for your family's sake.

But you couldn't keep living like this.

[cross-crye]

𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙

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.

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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[kiriiqt]

chaotic confessions

- you rush to heal tighnari in pardis dhyai, but you're met with resistance from him.

characters: tighnari x reader a/n: the new archon quest has me in utter shambles and I literally threw my headset when tighnari was struck. also I brain rotted this in my friends' dms at 3 am so I've basically just copy pasted what I wrote here. warnings: mentions of injury and hiding injuries. reader can 'heal' by taking on the pain themselves. its implied that the reader has low self worth. tighnari is ooc and this is cheesier than a mozzarella stick. no beta we die like scaras OG design soz

“Ugh…no, don’t”

The pained yell startles you and your hands drop  - the glow in your veins fading into nothing once more. Concern washes over you when Tighnari nearly rips himself away from your grasp, the sudden movement sending another stabbing sensation through his entire body. Eyes blown wide in surprise, you reach out to try and steady him but he flinches away from you once more; you hold back a wince, and shuffle further away from him on the floor.

You watch as he maneuvers himself into a more comfortable position with a groan, his eyes fluttering shut due to the pain. His chest heaves, occasionally stuttering, as he tries to breathe deeply. Seconds later, his eyes open to meet yours, only to find that you’re looking down.

You lean back and gaze at your hands sadly; faint swirls appearing under your skin, as if countless incantations were swimming through your veins. His gaze follows yours; narrowing at the sight of the foreign element painting your skin in waves, disappearing and reappearing at your will.

“Did I… do something wrong?”

Your voice comes out meek; Tighnari sighs as you refuse to meet his gaze.

“You really think I havent noticed?” He asks, and your head raises slightly at the question; eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Noticed what?”

“Your…healing, if we can even call it that… I’ve observed it for a while now out of sheer curiosity, and due to its immense capabilities, especially considering you don’t have a vision…but I noticed something was off”

Your body visibly tenses up, but no words pass your lips; Tighnari lets out a sigh and continues.

“In the action of healing others, you take on the pain yourself, don’t you?”

A somewhat awkward smile pulls at your lips, and your eyes fall shut. A decision is quickly made; there’s no point in lying to Tighnari - knowing him, he’s already got plenty of evidence to back you into a corner if he needs to.

“Ah, what gave it away?”

“I first noticed in Gandharva Ville - back when you first arrived in Sumeru, and healed a small wound for the Traveler. I thought it was odd that you seemed to be in pain, but I didn’t really care to question it, since your explanation about using a lot of energy made sense. But when it happened again… I got suspicious.”

“...you’re talking about the gash on Amir’s leg, i presume?”

“Mhm. I saw you wincing afterwards, and you were hiding a limp for a few days. You didn’t even let me take a look at it…”

Your teeth dig into your lower lip as you look away; normally, you were good at hiding the true nature of your ‘gift’, letting people believe that you just needed adequate rest. But, of course that excuse wouldn’t work for long on Tighnari.

“So no, it’s not…you haven’t done anything wrong. I can handle the pain just fine on my own, don’t worry. Like I said earlier, the wound isn’t fatal…” He pauses, steadying his breathing - talking continuously is doing a number on him, you can tell, but he’s taking it in stride. A small smile graces his face at your concerned expression, and he continues, this time softer. “…and to be honest, I don’t want to see you hurt. Not because of me, not because of anyone.” 

You suppress the urge to scoff, and roll your eyes playfully; “Oh, so you do care…” 

Tighnari clearly doesn’t find your remark as amusing as you do; his smile turns to a frown, and the sharp look in his eyes makes you want to take back what you just said.

“You… of course I care about you. Don’t ever doubt that for a second-“ he coughs again, but continues nevertheless. “-Hmph, do you even realise how relieved I was to see you rush in unceremoniously like that, unscathed?” 

“Well, I was playing a pretty intense game of tag with the weather-“ you laugh nervously, reminded of the ongoing thunderstorm outside. Tighnari scans you, his gaze landing on your right arm. His eyes narrow. 

“Yeah, and with the fatui, judging by the wound on your arm…” 

Your gaze softens. “Tighnari…” 

He sighs, exasperated - and clearly still in a lot of pain. You reach out to gently caress his face, hoping that the action will calm him down. His eyes close, and he leans into your hand, almost nuzzling it; you smile.

“Just be safe for me. That’s… that’s all I’m asking for, alright? And stop it with this self sacrificing thing you’ve got going on. Listen, I know you want to help people, and I’m by no means stopping you from doing that, but…taking risks like this is unnecessary. Don’t put your safety into jeopardy like this…” A lighting strike hits the ground right outside the entrance to the greenhouse, and Tighnari’s eyes widen briefly at the noise. His ears fall flat for a second, before he tries to straighten up again. He shakes his head as you open your mouth to speak.

“All life is important - including yours” He pauses again, gaze falling on one of the windows, before continuing with a whisper.

“…especially yours”

Heat rises to your cheeks and you look down, his words filling you with joy, more than you’d like to admit. Yet, it’s bittersweet.

Tighnari sighs when you avoid his gaze, lowering his head to chase yours. 

“Hey, look at me.”

Eventually, you glance up at him. A silent prayer leaves you, you hope that your flushed state isn’t as obvious as you feel it might be. But, judging by the small twitch of Tighnari’s lips, you’re failing pretty miserably at hiding it. He interrupts himself with another pained groan before he can comment, and you jump into action, grabbing his wrists out of reflex, concern washing over your face again. Tighnari gives you a warning glare - though his face softens quickly when you remain still.

“I mean it. You need to stay safe. Cyno, Aether, Paimon, Collei, heh, even Al Haitham needs you to stay safe. I… need you to come back safe.” He slowly pries his wrists free from your hands, grabbing them instead. Gentle thumbs rub your palms, trembling slightly as he continues; “This plan of yours is ambitious, to put it nicely…the last thing I want - or need - is for them to tell me you’re not coming back.”

Tighnari inhales suddenly, and you fear that he’s in pain again - the thought of healing him without permission briefly crosses your mind, deciding that you’d rather deal with the consequences later, until you realize that it’s not the pain from his wound this time. His voice breaks, the next words coming out meek, more so than you’ve ever heard. 

“Please, always come back. I don’t know what i’ll do if you don’t come back”

You finally meet his gaze properly, surprised to see him staring directly at you with narrowed eyes. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, though he’s trying to contain his breathing as you let his words sink in. 

“…I’m sorry, Tighnari. I… I really didn’t realize that you worry this much about me.” You whisper, gaze falling to your hands again.

He scoffs and looks away, voice still unstable.

“Hah, judging by our conversation, you probably didn’t even consider the possibility…you’re more reckless than the traveler sometimes” 

You wince, though you know you can’t argue. Tighnari sighs, leaning back against the pedestal he’s sat by. His eyes close again, the action pushing forward what seems to be a tear. Blink and you’ll miss it, and you pretend to do so - for now. 

“Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to…lecture you like that.” 

“Well, you’re not wrong, so…” 

“Maybe not, but that doesn’t make it alright that I’m lecturing you like you’re some…child who got lost in the forest. I must admit that communicating my feelings isn’t exactly my strong suit…seems to be a recurring theme with us scholars, huh.” 

You chuckle, knowing exactly who he’s referring to.

“I think you’ve done a pretty good job so far - only managed to enter full-blown lecture territory once, besides the odd few remarks here and there…”

Tighnari lets out what you assume is meant to be a laugh - though it’s more of a pained wheeze, followed up by another fit of coughs. You move to sit next to him, shuffling closer and leaning against the pedestal. His hand is still clutching yours as he looks towards the entrance. Another flash of lightning strikes close by, and he flinches, shrinking into himself again. You clutch his hand tighter, heart heavy at the reactions he’s clearly trying to hide.

Tighnari finally looks at you again.

“You really don’t get what I mean by that, do you?” 

You shake your head. You wouldn’t dare entertain the possibility. 

“Heh…you’re so smart, but always lack self confidence…I guess I’ll play along for-“ 

Both of your heads snap to the side when a strong flash of lightning strikes the roof of the greenhouse, the loud noise shocking you both. Tighnari clearly winces this time, and you push yourself off the pedestal, moving to sit in front of him while speaking.

“It’ll pass soon…as soon as the Balladeer realizes that the Traveler and Dehya have already gone on, hell stop the st-“ 

Tighnari gives your hand a squeeze.

“Don’t worry about me, love” 

You open your mouth to protest, but find yourself at a loss for words at the sudden nickname, accompanied by another soft smile from him. 

“Backtrack…5 seconds?” 

He suppresses another pained laugh, leaning slightly closer. 

“I just said not to worry about me, you big lummox, is your hearing really that awful? I’m willing to bet that it’s all of Paimon’s screaming…” 

In any other situation, you’d be wiping the shit-eating grin off his face with your fist (which he’d dodge, probably), but given the circumstances, all you let out is a frustrated noise and a quiet yell of “that’s not what you said”, while he leans back with another wheeze. 

“And stop laughing so much, you’re clearly in even more pain now!”

Tighnari shakes his head with a small smile. 

“Like I said - don’t worry about me, love. Worry about figuring out what I mean instead”

“You could literally be dying right now, and you want me to play guessing games?” 

“Well, we need to pass the time somehow while we wait this storm out.” 

You sigh, and feel your face flush again. You’re…quite unsure of what is going on between you and Tighnari. With everything you’ve been doing, all the stress of dealing with the sages and helping Nahida break free…you’ve hardly had time to think about it. Truthfully, it’s not worth the risk of getting your hopes up, either. The fond smiles, the banter, the way Tighnari fusses over you…you’ve always played it off as friendly affairs, even with Paimon and Aether snickering at your every conversation with him. But, you can only feign obliviousness for so long. 

You feel something soft - Tighnari’s tail - flick against your leg, as he intertwines your fingers with his. 

“Finally got it, hm?”

You’re unsure if it’s the pain and stress talking, but what you do know is that, regardless of influence, his words - and actions - are true. They hold a certain truth, a truth that brings warmth to your heart, and you can’t fight the smile that forces its way onto your face, breaking out into a grin as you nod. 

“Think so, yeah.” 

Tighnari mirrors your smile with his own; though exhaustion and pain seeps through, along with the occasional wince from the lightning, his smile holds just as much joy as yours. 

“So, always come back to me, alright?”

[shmolish]

AN: Image: https://pin.it/2VA1PdBU1

Just felt like making this- Kinda for myself as a little break.

Shikanoin Heizou x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: High School AU, angst, kind of self destruction Heizou.

-Mr. Perfect-

Perfect grades, amazing athletic skills, impeccable looks and president of the school! Heizou Shikanoin really has everything a person could ask for.

That's what majority of the student body will tell you if you ever ask about 'Mr. Prefect.'

And yet... here he is; staring blankly at a wall with the dullest of eyes.

Hah, how selfish could he be?

He's living this perfect life that so many people would kill to have, but he still feels the need to cry.

Why does he even feel like this?

Is it because the mask he's wearing is starting to become one with himself?

Is it because the tape over his mouth has made it hard to breathe?

Is it because no matter how much he sleeps, he's still tired?

Ah, there are so many things that could explain his emotions.

But... there just isn't any time to cry. There's work that needs to be done. There is a perfect person he has to be: and he can't be that if he's busy crying.

"Heizou!!" Called out an enthusiastic voice from the courtyard.

He turned his head to look at the bright voice that snapped him out of his daze, only to see you.

"Oh, hello love!" Heizou gave you a warm and inviting smile.

You smiled back, taking a seat down next to him.

"Need anything?" Heizou asked with the slight tilt of his head.

"Just wanted to see you," you responded.

Heizou nodded his head, that smile never fading from that expression.

How sweet, that you had fallen so hopelessly for him.

But..

Did you fall for Heizou, or did you fall for the mask on his face?

If Heizou showed you who he really was, would you still love him all the same?

Would anyone still love him... if he wasn't perfect?

Surely not... right? After all, they only adored him so much because he seemed so perfect. If he were to become ordinary like everyone else, then he wouldn't be important anymore.

"And so, that's how my day went. What about yours?"

Oh, you had been talking this entire time. Heizou was too zoned out to really catch any of that.

"Ah, my day was perfectly fine. Don't worry about it," he would respond.

You frowned. "Heizou, I'm not stupid," you said irritatedly.

He laughed before giving you a pensive look. "Oh? Whatever do you mean by that, dearest?"

"I see how you zone out. What's bothering you?" Your look softened as you gazed at him, worried.

Heizou met your gaze with a sharp look of his own.

"Love, don't worry your pretty little head about it!" He patted your head playfully.

"You can tell me things Heizou, I hope you know this."

Telling you things means destroying the illusion.

This facade that he had playing for so long!

If he broke it now, he'd not only lose so much, but wouldn't all of this suffering be for nothing?

He just couldn't allow that, no matter what cute little 'self-help' things you said.

Besides, you only cared for the Heizou he let you see, and not the real him.

And truthfully, he just can't let you pry this much. For his sake, and for yours.

"Look, I'm pretty busy. Maybe we can talk about this later?" Heizou asked.

You sighed. "Oh, fine.. Just remember, I'm always open to talk." You gave him a small smile and a wave before walking somewhere else.

Good you were leaving.

It.. hurt to see you go.

But what's an angel without sacrifice? You're just another person who's getting too close to the forbidden truth, even if he let you get this close in the first place...

Really, he was just sparing you from an ugly truth!

Ignorance is bliss after all.

Seriously, just let him be Mr. Perfect.

It would be a lot easier for everyone that way.

[lumenlilies]

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!

“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.

“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.”

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.

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.

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.

[mayullla]

Hi!! I really love your blog and writing. Can i request ☘️, 🦋 Dottore (platonic yandere) Thank you!

Title: Child's Confusion

Character(s): Il Dottore (Genshin Impact)

Summary: A sickly child you lived in Dottore's lab not knowing the secrets hidden within the place and with the doctor himself.

Warnings/tags: Platonic yandere, Fem!reader (child!reader, sick!reader), yandere, possessive, manipulation, experimentation, physical torture(?), emotional torture(?)

Note: Dottore is a warning all by himself....

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

In your young mind, you never really understood this man who had taken you in. 'Interesting' he finds you when you were alone in the dark with no place to go back to when he found you, having heard that you have this unknown illness that no doctor could cure. Alone by yourself, you reached out to him, taking his hand.

You lived in the trapped in the lab building after that...

You watch his face for reactions, any tells that told you what his mood was. Sometimes, it was how the doctor frowns every single minute... second... sometimes how he smiles always.

Sometimes he was a bit kinder to you, sometimes not really...

Sometimes, he was more forgiving. Sometimes, he was not. You didn't understand when he told you to head to the laboratory tomorrow night yesterday... and then this morning, he told you to go to another lab tonight. You were confused. You didn't know what to do because no matter what you did, you have broken a promise... an order...

You covered your arms, shielding them from the world, covering your stomach and curling your toes as you looked at the floor scared. This Dottore was scarier and crueler in your eyes. He took your hand before you could even whisper a word, pulling it roughly as he took you to a lab that was not where he told you to go. 

Your own cries were painful to your ears, a ringing, and the knife's reflection made you freeze in fear. He never spoke a single comforting word, not once. Sometimes he did, maybe when he was in the mood, sometimes your sniffles would be met with sighs and words that called you pathetic, sometimes nothing at all. Today through you had to listen to it tell you that you should be grateful that he took you in and that you shouldn't continue to disobey his orders like this.

Your arm held by his was sore in pain. The man had found you as you were heading to another lab that you have been told by him to go to. His mumbles you could hear clearly so sensitive to his voice and emotions. 

“Where are you going? I told you to go to the lab 1034. What are you doing on the opposite side of the building.” His voice was threatening to you, annoyed and frustrated that you disobeyed his orders. His hold on your arm was tight. His legs were too long, and you forced yourself to run unless you wanted to trip and fall and cause even more anger.

The injections were painful, your eyes in tears, as you let the man inject you with what he told you was potentially medicine that could heal you. You didn't want this, this pain. It was too painful as you tugged in your restraints. But he didn't let you go, his words hostile and demeaning he continued to watch and look for side effects from the medicine that he created for you. You felt nothing but a fish struggling to live in dry land under her gaze.

You were scared of the stare of the mask, but it was better than his real eyes. Red and glowing as they stared at you, a monster. You knew yet at the same time didn't understand that he was trying to save you when all he gave you was pain. His personality kept on changing, and so was his kindness. But you didn't know... you would probably never know.

He was a monster that grew attached to you. He had become used to your small little self always being somewhere near him. The small light pats on the floor caused by your feet as you were allowed to explore the building but never outside or certain areas unless you were accompanied by a fatui or his permission. There was this one time when you went out and stayed outside for hours lost as no one was keeping you in check, only for him to find you shivering in a corner of the woods, hands cold. You weren't allowed out as often anymore.

The first time he meet you he was interested in this new sickness you had that no doctor was able to figure out, it was his first time too but while most gave up he offered you a deal, that it might be painful, that he does even know if you would heal, but he would try yet. He would take all the knowledge in helping you and turn it into another weapon, he didn't care for your life. 

Yet when did he start to...

But in the end, he was still a monster, and that was something that would not change.

That his affection and care would look nothing but a cruel entertainment to your pain and sorrow. As he removed the tears from your eyes, the experiment finished for the day he watched the way you flinched. Your eyes shined with tears so obviously with fear and pain in them. He didn't react. Instead, he left you in the room alone. Huffing annoyance as stating that he had much to do.

Truly how funny was it that it was not just one monster that so craved your being that right after another monster would find you with a smile on his face as he asked you why you were not in the room that he told you to be instead here… leaving your mind confused even when you were in so much pain.

“Why are you crying, dear?” You looked up from the floor, eyes widening when you saw Dottore again looking down at you with a smile on his face. You looked at the door and then at him, wondering why he came back when he was busy. You flinched when he raised his hand. Never once did he ever hit you ever since your stay here, yet the experiments he had done left fear in your heart.

Yet instead of the pain you were expecting, your head was touched lightly, ruffling your hair as if comforting you. “It seems that one segment found you first and left you soon after. Are you still in pain?” You looked at him confused at his words, but he made no actions to explain as he gently took you in his arms and carried you away from the lab. “There, there, don't cry, girl. You did a good job handling the pain. Rest now, let's get you something to eat in your room, and then rest.” the doctor told you, looking at you.

You looked at him confused. Why was he being nice to you all of a sudden? His personality shifting again and again was just so confusing to you that you were always on edge. But you nodded quietly. “Doctor, when will I ever get well?” You asked, voice raspy from all your cries, quiet like a whisper as you wonder about your future.

Dottore paused. His steps stopped for a moment before continuing to walk. “You will get well soon, child. After all, I have promised you that I would do my utmost to cure you. It just takes a little more patience.” Dottore didn't look at you but instead in front of him, but to be honest, you weren't too sure when he wore that mask that covered his eyes.

You looked at him, almost doubtfully, yet soon after, there was a small spark of determination and hope in your eyes as well as peace, a belief that he would save you. It was laughable truly.

It wasn't a lie that he wanted to cure you, not only because he cared for this small life that didn't know anything about this world. He was far from this caring man rather than a monster after all but also because he was curious about your sickness... But he wasn't sure what will come after it, he wasn't so sure he would let you go after you have pulled all his heartstrings that he thought he never had and the other segments.

You weren't necessarily special, nothing unique other than your illness. He wasn't even sure why he was like this in the first place, yet here he was.

He will keep you here a little longer after he finally finds a cure but if you were to ever insist that you wished to leave, then don't be surprised when you fall into another illness. Your life was in his hands it was just that you didn't know the extent of it.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bl4cktourmaline request: yahoo~ bee! it's me again:33 I saw the requests are open? If it is and I'm not tripping then may I request for Lyney with an oblivious reader who is a big fan of his and they are like... mutual pining for each other but they aren't even aware of it that it's become annoyingly sweet lol

Words can't describe how I love this man

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hey hey! You're not tripping don't worry I see our mental state is similar lol But omg help I love it!! Down for Lyney too won't lie-

But omg, I kinda wanna write part 2 of this!! If I'll still feel like doing this after my requests are all done and I don't forget, I'll def be continuing this!

Anyway tho... I hope you enjoy! I personally kinda like it so I really hope you do too ^^

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic/fluff

At this point Lynette and Freminet were watching you two. Even if they were 2km afar, they could still see you two and could only sigh about the view.

Lyney gave you another rainbow rose. It was like... 24 day strike by now! He gave you one every day, and every single time in a different time. First time it magically appeared in his hand, yesterday he pulled it out from ear your ear and today he "found it" in your tea!! How's even that possible?!

"For you, mon cherie~"

"Awh, thank you! I actually got something for you as well!"

"Oh really? Now what could it be... maybe you got me a reward for my latest magic show?"

"Well... yeah you could think so! Though I actually mean it as a gift for being such an amazing person for me!"

He could only chuckle as he took small box from you. His cheeks flushed gently but somehow, it just didn't got through his scalp what you really meant...

"Well isn't that sweet! Now what could we... ah- that's my favorite cake! How did you know?"

"I just happened to remember it. It's the least I could do for all the gifts you gave me recently."

But maybe it wasn't just him who was being a bit blunt here. You were as well, he was giving you rainbow roses every day, flowers meaning he loves you and yet, you just couldn't notice that special meaning...

"Should we finally help them?"

"Let them be for a bit longer."

2 siblings were now considering just coming up to you two and hitting you in the head, maybe then you'd notice how you both have obvious feelings for each other!

They know their brother has a crush on you because after every meeting with you, he's kicking his feet like highschool girl with crush in his bed. And you? You admitted yourself to Lynette while asking for advice because you thought he hated you when in reality, he was a tomato and had to run away from emberassment.

But both eventually decided to stay back and watch. They don't want to take this special moment away from you... But maybe the can at least do some backstage work at helping you with confessions?

"You see... I got something just for you! I have very important snow this weekend and naturally, I reserved a seat in front row just for you!"

Lyney smiled as he hands you the ticket with small bow, his eyes never leaving yours but not in a creepy way, he just couldn't help but admire you a bit.

"Oh you didn't had to really! But I do appreciate it. I'll definitely show up, thank you!"

"No need to thank me! It'll be enough for me if you come and let me see your smile~"

"What?"

Finally realizing what he said, his cheeks became red and began stuttering even tho he's usually smooth with his words.

"I meant- naturally I'd want to make... my audience happy! That's... just natural... magician's instinct! Yeah."

"Oh that's understandable! Well knowing you, your abilities and charms, I'm sure it won't be hard at all."

But he wasn't any better. You were clearly trying to compliment him, but he thought it's just you saying it as audience and not as someone with a crush...

"Actually... let's maybe make a plan. We can start tomorrow."

Freminet nodded on his sister's statement and entered their hous, leaving the two of you be and prepared the great plan with simple goal: getting you two together!

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your charming magician~

[naomi-nana]

: promise me?

doctor!albedo x fem!reader

cw: ooc, two dense people in love, mention of death, angst, grammar mistake.

a/n: ik this ain't realistic but cmon its fictional so hehehehhe

what are the most wonderful things in this world? if you were to ask any other people in this world that question, i'm certain that their answers would be different. i'm pretty sure that their answer would all be fascinating, but not to a certain doctor. each time he is asked that question, the answer remains the same. "that patient for me is the most wonderful thing that has happened to me." he looked at his colleague with a straight expression on his face. "what's so interesting about her anyways?"

he stayed silent. no one knows. even he doesn't know. why does he care that much about her anyways? she is just a patient. oh, but the way she smiles when he entered the room. the way she greets him with such gentle tone that it would make anyone fall for her. "good morning, my doctor."

"i've told you to stop calling me that." he narrowed his eyes. "just call me by my name." she laughed at him. he only stared at her face in awe, the way she laughs and smiled sincerely at him. her laugh makes him feel all warm inside. he doesn't know why, maybe it's an incurable disease. he's been drinking all sorts of medicine to stop that feeling but it still came, weirdly enough, it only happens when he is with her alone. "well, apologize for my rudeness, sir albedo." he looks at her with a straight face, as if he hasn't been repeating the way she called him.

his name sounds nice when it's said by her.

"what a pity," she mumbles, "it's only a week left before i'm gone from this world." ah. he forgot about that. having spent most of his time trying to cure her disease makes him forgot about the time left. "may i ask something to you?" his ears perk at her question. "ask away."

"will you please stay with me until my death?"

----

he doesn't know why, but he agreed. it's been 2 days after that promise with her. he is now standing besides her bed, listening to her talk about random stuff. "you know, i'd really like it if you made me one of these.." she spoke, as she plays with the little stuffed animal that he made by hand. "i love the designs." she smiles, slightly pressing the eyes of the stuffed animal. "you're complimenting me too much. it's only a stuffed animal."

"but you made it by hand."

"well, yes. but it's not that much of a deal for me."

she sat up and grabbed his hands with hopeful looks in her eyes, "make it for me, pleasee??" he squints his eyes. he wants to decline but, looking at her hopeful eyes makes him feel all..ah. maybe it's worth a try. "..sure. but, promise me something." she smiled in excitement. "what is it?!"

"don't die before i finish it."

---

it's been 3 days since that promise. he is walking over to her room just like usual. he brought little gifts for her today though. "eh, really? this is for me??" she looks at him in awe. the fact that he is willing to go out of his way just to give her a necklace is really heartwarming. "yes. do you not like it?" he ask hesitantly, the nervous feeling started to bubble up. he is scared, for some reason. he is scared to see her feel disgusted by the random gift he gave. "i love it! you are the best, albedo!" ah, there it is. the warm feeling again. maybe it really is an incurable disease at this point.

he took the necklace gently from her and put it around her neck. "you look pretty.." he mumbled. ah, he accidentally let out one of his thoughts. before he could cover his mouth in embarrasment, she chuckles lightly. "thank you." his eyes slightly widened at the sight before him. the sun shines through the window and illuminates her, she looks ethereal. the gold necklace with a turquoise pendant hang nicely around her neck.

oh, how pretty.

---

it's been 4 days since that promise. the stuffed animal she requested is not done yet. he decided to bring it with him to her room today. "you seem to look much more ill than the last few days." he spoke, catching her attention. "ah, maybe i am. who knows," she touched the pendant gently and smiled, "this pendant may be the only thing to keep me alive." she continues. he stopped sewing midway and pursed his lip.

"that's nonsense." he replied, making her chuckle. "oh, you and your hopelessly dense heart." she smiled. he is not dense, he thinks to himself. he just thinks that a pendant can't keep someone alive.

"maybe you'll understand someday, albedo."

---

it's been 5 days since that promise. her state seems to have worsened throughout the days. it made him worry. "you should eat your pills more." he gave her an advice, but she only smiled as she gaze towards the sunset, "it's only a matter of time before i'm gone."

"what's the point in trying to be healthy again? i've lost hope in my life."

"that's not true." she broke her gaze on the sunset and stared at him instead. "how so?" she asked, he pursed his lips. "you still want to live."

"if you hate life so much, why still go through the trouble of eating everyday?"

---

it's been 6 days since that promise. the stuffed animal is almost ready, it just needs a little more sewing. "that's so cute!" she stared at the stuffed animal in awe. "you are so incredibly talented! why choose to become a doctor like this?" he narrowed his eyes at that question.

"that's an incredibly rude question, but i'll answer." she laughs awkwardly at his reply. "i just like alchemy and it's stuff." she blinks her eyes at him in doubt, "that's a really bland reason." he grumbled at her reply. "but you are a really bland person too, so it's okay!"

"how is that supposed to make me feel better?"

---

it's been 7 days since that promise. he finished the stuffed animal already, and his work is all done by afternoon. his routine is always this way, do work till afternoon, and look after his dear patient. he walks over to her room with the stuffed animal in hand. as he opens the door, the bed is empty. the windows are opened, and the wind blew the curtains gently.

ah, he remembers now. she passed away at midnight. he remembers vividly what happen back then. the way she calls for his name and finally let out her last breathe made him feel all empty inside.

there is no one in this room now. all he can see is a room full of memories.

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use,(with or without permission), do not reccommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[khujoor]

leaving. - scaramouche

pairing. scaramouche x g/n reader

you couldn't believe what had just happened. scaramouche, the man you had fallen deeply in love with, had just walked out on you without a second thought.

you had always known that he was a complicated person, with a dark past and a quick temper. but you had thought that your love for each other would be enough to overcome anything.

apparently, you had been wrong.

"why are you doing this?" you asked, your voice shaking with emotion. "don't you love me anymore?"

scaramouche looked at you with cold, hard eyes. "love?" he sneered. "don't be ridiculous. love is for fools."

you felt a surge of anger rise up within you. how could he be so callous? how could he just throw away everything the two of you had shared?

"you don't mean that," you said, your voice growing stronger. "you can't just walk away from me like this. we have something real, something that can't be ignored."

but scaramouche only laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. "you don't know anything," he said. "you don't know the things i've done, the people i've hurt. i'm not worth your love, (y/n). i never was."

and with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you alone in the darkness.

you stood there for a long time, trying to process what had just happened. you had never felt so alone, so betrayed, so utterly heartbroken.

but as the days passed and turned into weeks, you slowly began to pick up the pieces of your shattered life. you tried to tell yourself that you were better off without scaramouche, that you deserved someone who would love and respect you the way you deserved.

but deep down, you knew that your love for him would never truly fade. he had left an indelible mark on your heart, a wound that would never fully heal.

and so you went on, living your life as best you could, always searching for something that could fill the void that scaramouche had left behind. but no matter where you went, no matter who you met, you knew that your heart would always belong to him.

[fictoculus]

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FEAT... venti

SYNOPSIS... you and venti have been apart too long, and have both begun to lose faith, until you come across each other at angel’s share…

WARNINGS... injury, implied losing weight, low mental health, alcohol/drinking

with a clouded mind, you wandered the streets of mondstadt, the sky mimicking you as it blanketed the town in a sheet of warm grey. mondstadt isn't exactly big, and there are only so many paths to follow until you begin to recognise the pattern of the tile beneath your feet; the identical cracks in the stones engraved in your mind as you search desperately for something to focus on and calm your racing heart.

the gentle breeze brushes softly against your cheek, almost as if the wind itself was cupping your face in it's hands, caressing your cheeks ever-so-gently as you drag your feet along the cobble. or at least that's how you would've like it to be. instead, a strong gust of wind pushes against your back, forcing you forwards not-so-gently as you reach out to steady yourself on a nearby lamppost; the storm was coming, but not just any storm.

your beloved left with his lyre to sing his melodies to the wind, leaving you alone with your thoughts in your shared home. in truth, the two of you hadn't been getting along so well recently, fights became almost routine, subsequently leading to you spending more and more time in your own company; which you can't say you enjoyed. it had gotten to the point where you don't bother to return home anymore and spend your nights hidden away in the forest, relying on razor and his wolfen friends for protection. yes, it is important to have time for yourself, but you'd rather be sat in complete silence with diluc in angel's share than spend another second alone, which is why you find your surroundings completely changing as you stumble into the tavern. the warm lights and the low murmuring of the customers provides a sharp contrast to the dark, empty streets you'd just escaped from.

in the far corner, consumed by the shadow of the staircase, sits a somewhat familiar figure, seemingly drowning their sorrows in bottles of dandelion wine. they're hunched over the table they sit at, clutching the neck of the bottle as if it was their one and only grasp on reality, which as wild as it seems, it was.

this person, venti, is overwhelmed with the many thoughts parading in his head. the thought of you stranded, alone, afraid, while he's here, drinking embarrassing amounts of alcohol to hide himself from the guilt that haunts him. there's no way he could ever let you see him like this... (ironic, i know)

"venti?"

your soft, broken voice calls out, a sudden pounding in your chest become almost too loud to bear, the beating of your heart drumming in your ears. you haven't felt like this since they day the two of you first met.

you try to look away, but your eyes are fixated on him. the way he's slouched over, the way his clothes fit loosely on his slightly slimmer figure, the dull, tired look in his eyes as they meet yours. however, that dull expression disappears almost immediately as he recognises your features, replaced by a look of pure relief.

"[name]?"

his voice is coarse from not only drinking, but also from crying. though it seems like he has been doing absolutely nothing for weeks, his mind hasn't given him a single break. your heart aches as you watch the tears fall from his cheeks, though his face stays frozen, focusing on you; it doesn't take long for your own cheeks to be dampened by your salty tears.

the two of you stay completely still, the silence only becoming louder as you both hesitate to say a single word. you take a step forward, slow and uncertain, but a step nonetheless. each step brings a new found confidence, the shaking of your hands calming as you build up the courage to apologise.

"venti... venti i'm so sor-"

a familiar warmth embraces you as venti throws his arms around you, trembling as he sobs into your shoulder.

"[name]- windblume, i- i'm so... i'm so, so s- sorry... i've missed you, i-i've missed you so, so, much... nothing hurts like no you, [name]"

his shaky breathes and sniffles break his sentence into small, digestible sections, only making the feeling of your heart shattering more intense as you wrap your own arms around him. the two of you stand there, basking in eachother's embrace, both of you sniffling and sobbing together, therefore breaking the silence. there isn't anything in the world that could pull you away from him in this moment. it's felt like an eternity since you've been able to hold your beloved the way you do now. you missed it. you missed his soft, gently touch; you missed the way his head fits perfectly in the nook of your neck; you missed the way he always rubs small circles on your back when he hugs you; you missed the feeling of his heartbeat; but most of all, you missed him, and he missed you too.

"i'm sorry venti, i- it's been so long and i- ah, careful-"

you begin to apologise, only to be cut off by a sharp inhale and a wince of pain. worried, venti immediately stops rubbing your back and pulls away from you, firmingly holding you by your shoulders and scanning your scrunched up face.

"a- are you ok? what's wrong? [nickname]... [name] are you hurt?! shit- i-"

"no, no venti, i'm f- fine"

you were in fact, not fine. while practically living in the woods, you'd been attacked by a group of hilichurls, leaving you with a large gash on your back. razor had left to gather food or you after finding out you hadn't eaten, leaving you along by your campfire, your eyes fluttering as you found yourself drifting in and out of sleep. that's when it happened. just as you'd felt yourself finally relaxing, a sharp pain in your back made you jolt, eyes widened from the shock. of course, razor had rushed back after hearing your scream, preventing any further injuries.

"show me"

"what? venti i-"

"[name], show me"

"i-"

"please"

there's no winning against his stubbornness, a lesson you've learnt many times before; the genuine look of concern on his face just makes it that much harder to resist.

"ok, ok... can we- can we just go home first? please?"

"anything for you, windblume. let's stop by the statue of the seven first, ok? then we'll stay home all day and... catch up"

"i love you, v"

"i love you, [nickname]"

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