#genshin x male reader angst

[bell4lan]

Hi could I request a zhongli x male adeptus reader angst please

Like zhongli and the male reader were dating but he sealed us away during the archon war so we wouldn’t get hurt but then over the years we break free and look for him only to see him forgetting about the male reader and also zhongli dating childe

Replaced

Genre: Angst

Character(s)/reader: Zhongli, Childe, Male Reader, minor Aether, Paimon, and Hu Tao

DNI: Non-mlm/nblm, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers

You were finally out. You had been sealed away by Zhongli for who knows how long, but today you finally made it out. As you took in the scenery, you saw that Liyue was very different. Sure some things you noticed were the same, but you stumbled across the harbor. Liyue harbor, it looked a lot different than when it was first established.

You made your way down there and the first thing you thought of was finding Zhongli. As you searched around the harbor, you received weird stares for your more old timey attire. You heard whispers amongst the stares talking about how you dressed like an adeptus, but they had never heard of you. It made you feel small and out of place, though you guessed you were. This definitely was way after you had been sealed away.

You decided to finally just ask for help, hoping that Zhongli still went by Zhongli. You spotted a boy with golden blonde hair and odd attire. To be honest, his odd clothing made you feel less alone, so you chose to ask him for help.

You tapped his shoulder and took a deep breath, "Excuse me sir, do you know where I can find Zhongli?" Your voice came out a bit broken since it had been years since you used it.

"Zhongli? Yeah! He works at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. We could show you the way!" His floating white haired companion said. You thanked them and let them lead you to the place. You were anxious, it had been such a long time since you saw Zhongli, what if he didn't remember you?

Nonsense, he promised he'd wait for when the war was over and you could be together. Though...the war was long over, so what if he did forget?

The walk there seemed short since you were stuck in your thoughts. You thanked them again, and opened the door to see a brown haired girl.

"Hi there! Need a coffin?" She asked enthusiastically. You shook your head and explained you were looking for Zhongli.

"Zhongli? He's not working today. He's out smooching with that ginger fatui." She fakes a gag when mentioning the "ginger fatui".

"Smooching?" You had never heard that term before, so you couldn't help but ask.

"You know, kissing making out all that cheesy stuff." She explained. Your heart dropped at her words. She noticed the irritated look on your face, but before she could say anything you left.

Zhongli was with another. A ginger fatui. What's a fatui? Was it some kind of description word, or was it a job? You felt like crying, not only at the fact that Zhongli had forgotten all about the promise he made to you, but also because you felt so out of place. You felt stupid not knowing these modern terms and items. You felt so weak despite being a powerful adeptus.

You bumped into someone without noticing. Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears and you had been looking down, so you didn't notice anyone walking in front of you. You mumbled an apology, but stopped midway as you looked up.

Ginger. The man you had bumped into was a ginger, the only ginger you had ever seen. And by the looks of it, the only ginger in Liyue harbor at this time. You stared at him, anger and jealousy present in your chest.

You had to admit, he was handsome and by the way he spoke, charming too. You could tell why Zhongli chose him. The anger in your heart disappeared as it was replaced with sadness. The tears that were in your eyes finally fell, you felt completely overwhelmed by all the new information you got today.

"A-ah are you okay? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry for bumping into you." He said feeling a bit confused. You shook your head to both of those questions. He didn't know what to do, he didn't want to leave you there alone. Especially since earlier he saw you with the traveler, that had to mean something right? You looked pretty powerful and important.

You heard footsteps walking towards you and recognized the deep and sophisticated voice that spoke. Zhongli, he was there. You didn't listen to what he was saying to the ginger, you were frozen. You didn't want to look up, scared of what might happen if you do.

"Excuse me sir, what's your name?" You heard him ask, confusion present on his face as he looked at your clothing. He didn't remember any adepti like you, yet you were dressed like one.

So he really did forget about you. The confirmation made you choke on a sob. You felt so embarrassed and weak for crying in public, but you couldn't help it. The tears wouldn't stop flowing down your face no matter how hard you tried to stop them.

You wished Zhongli never sealed you away. This situation you were in is more heartbreaking than the death you would've inevitably faced.

Zhongli and Childe just looked at each other when you started crying. Childe tried to comfort you, but it wasn't helping. They both brought you to a restaurant and gave you some food and water despite you saying you weren't hungry.

"So...do you not remember your name?" The ginger asked as you scarfed down your food.

You swallowed and mumbled, "My name is (Name)." Before going back to your food. Zhongli's brows furrowed as if he was deep in thought, you could practically see the gears turning in his head.

"Oh! Well my name is Childe and this is my boyfriend Zhongli." He said a bit too enthusiastically for your current mood. Boyfriend....the ache in your chest started to come again. You thanked them for the meal and teleported away before they could see anymore tears. Childe was in awe, so you were powerful.

"(Name)..." Zhongli whispered to himself after you disappeared. That name felt so familiar, and your power seemed so familiar too. He hadn't remembered any adepti with your power, but he could tell you were one. Where had you come from? Just who were yo-

Oh

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I didn't really know how I could like put in the fact that the reader was an adeptus without it seeming out of place, but I think I did pretty okay (hopefully).

My fics lately have been Zhongchi vs reader and each time Zhongchi wins 😔

I accidentally scheduled this post. I was not intending to post this so soon after posting my other fic. Ig it's kinda a good thing tho considering this took me forever to write (sorry abt that btw)

[l0nar1]

Can I get a Part 2 for that Kazuha x male reader request? But make it angst to fluff where at the end the reader smiles at Kazuha and thanks him for being his friend despite his ‘emotionless condition’

The Wind

Pt.2 to "Why You?" ^^

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Character(s)/Reader: Kazuha and Male reader

DNI: fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, non-mlm/nblm

Kazuha had informed Beidou of his leave. She was pretty upset that he was leaving, but she knew Kazuha wasn't one to stay in one place for too long. Though, she did have some questions as to why he was leaving since it was so out of the blue, but she never asked. She didn't want to hit a nerve if it's anything serious.

She informed the crew of his leave shortly after she found out. You were very confused. You didn't understand why Kazuha was leaving so suddenly. You thought back to the day before, remembering how sad he looked. Something had to have happened.

You walked over to Kazuha's soon to be old room and knocked. He opened the door with a gloomy expression and you saw that his room was already cleaned out, everything put in his bags.

"(Name)?" Kazuha seemed surprised that you were there. For some reason, it bothered you. Was it really that surprising that you'd visit him before leaving? Perhaps you were thinking too much into it.

"So you really are leaving?" You said, the smallest hint of disappointment in your tone. Kazuha took a deep breath before nodding.

"May I ask why? Does it have anything to do with why you were feeling sad yesterday?" You asked him, hitting the nail on the head. Kazuha stood still for a second before inviting you inside. You both sad on his old bed, right next to each other.

Kazuha didn't know what to say to you, he didn't want to tell you the truth. You both sat in silence for a few minutes as Kazuha tried to think of an excuse.

"You don't have to tell me, I won't force you." You said placing your hand on his as comfort. His face felt tingly and hot, he couldn't believe you were holding his hand. Well, it wasn't exactly hand holding, but he didn't care. A win was a win.

Kazuha looked at the time and got up to gather his things. You watched as he did and decided to head out. You were about to leave, but you couldn't yet. You still had something to say.

"Kazuha..." You said turning to face him. He stopped in his tracks and looked up at you.

"Thank you for being my friend. I know how difficult it can be to deal with someone so emotionless, but I really appreciate it." Your voice wasn't its usual monotone, no it was filled with emotion. You flashed him a small smile, one as genuine as the emotion dripping from your voice.

You were smiling at him. You were smiling...at him. Kazuha was stunned, he wasn't expecting that at all. He was the first person you smiled at, the first person you showed genuine emotion to. Was he that special to you? Special enough to see your charming smile?

A small gust of wind came before you shut the door and walked away.

The wind...that couldn't have been a coincidence, right? The wind blowing in your direction right after you smiled at him for the first time? There's no way that was a coincidence. Kazuha needed to stay, he couldn't leave. The wind always lead him in the right direction, and right now it was leading him to you. The man he was helplessly in love with.

Perhaps....perhaps you did share those feelings he held for you. Even if you didn't, you at least thought Kazuha was important enough to show heartfelt emotion to, and that was enough for him.

He ran out of his room, not caring about leaving his door wide open and headed to where you went. He saw you ahead of him almost at your room, so he sped up. You heard his rapid footsteps and turned around, eyes widening slightly when you saw him running towards you. Before you could say anything, he engulfed you in a tight hug. You were so caught off guard you froze, but you quickly snapped out of it and wrapped your arms around him.

"I don't want to leave." He whimpered into your clothing, holding you tighter. His voice sounded like he was on the verge of tears, hearing it made your heart ache. You kept him close to you and ran your fingers through his hair, feeling him relax against you.

Brushing some loose strands out of his face you whispered, "Then don't."

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I'm so sorry this is late I didn't see this request for several days because I've been using my main account.

The requests for this account are closed. If you want to request a story please go to my main @bell4lan ^^.

Anon, idk if you'd want another part, but if you do request it on my main. I'll post it here so it won't be out of place. It seems like that would cause some confusion, but I'm mostly saying this because I rarely check this account now and don't want to leave you waiting like I did with this one.

[mikolovesazul]

WHAT I WRITE!!

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I currently write Identity V, Genshin impact, Honkai star rail, Ensemble stars and Twisted wonderland!

children will automatically be a platonic scenario/hc.

I'll do fluff, angst and slight smut

(again, I only allow x male reader but gn readers are allowed too! )

Send your requests here !! Or send it in my inbox!

Thank you!

[xuzuitengenx]

Neuvillette x Pyro Dragon!Male Reader Oneshot

Title: As We Meet Once Again

Genre: Angst

CW and Info: NOT PROOF-READ!, Short Oneshot, OOC moments, Lovers turn strangers

How long has it been since Neuvillette heard about the Pyro Dragon's existence? Seems like just yesterday Neuvillette watched him leave with Neuvillette's heart that he gave to him years before but in reality, it has been hundreds of years.

Oh, how much the Hydro Dragon cried that day, begging for the other to stay as the sky was darkened with clouds as rain poured harshly on the two.

Remembering his first and last love with a unexpressive face as he was sobbing but not everything on that horrible day the Pyro Dragon did was apathetic.

With the hands that always held Neuvillette with love and pure adoration on his face that was still streaming tears and a long kiss on Neuvillette's forehead.

As soon Neuvillette closed his eyes to capture the soft kiss as the wet hands of his lover on his face, the Pyro Dragon was gone.

Walking through the streets of Fontaine, Neuvillette remembers that last kiss and touch till this day. Neuvillette didn't notice how the sky was slowly clouding up due to the memory and soon light raindrops starts to fall.

It had seem tears has formed in his eyes, not falling from his waterline yet. Before the tears and the lump in his throat began further as the rain worsen, an umbrella appeared and shielding Neuvillette from the rain.

"Don't cry, Hydro Dragon.."

That voice...It was so familiar to Neuvillette...too familiar. Neuvillette looks up at the person holding the umbrella, his breath gets stuck in his throat as his heart seems to shatter yet began to quicken once again like it did centuries ago.

"M/N..." A hushed whisper from Neuvillette was heard from the said man who smiled softly. Oh, that smile that Neuvillette adored..

"Here, take it..I wouldn't be needing it." M/N spoke as he handed Neuvillette the umbrella, their hands slightly touching which made Neuvillette wanting more than that after centuries of not feeling M/N's touch.

"I'll see you around, Monsieur Neuvillette?" The way his name rolled off of M/N's tongue made Neuvillette's heart skip but it also sadden Neuvillette as he was just "Monsieur Neuvillette" to the one he forever loves.

Were they now strangers but with memories?

[duckymcdoorknob]

Oh… Right.

Ships: Alhaitham x Gn!Reader

Warnings: ANGST

Prompt: After splitting with Alhaitham, the two of you notice how drastically you affected one another.

Tags: Genshin Taglist :3 @chrimsss @ticklish-n-stuff @elysianavenue

You two swore that the breakup was mutually a good decision. You both insisted that it was a good idea to break things off for the better; it just wasn’t working out…

You were sure it was mutual…

You were positive that it wouldn’t affect you…

You swore it would be okay… until you started to notice how your lives changed.

—

When you came home from work, you absentmindedly kicked off your shoes. As you bent down to place them in the shoe cubby, your ears fixated on the silence. Usually, Alhaitham would’ve come to give you a kiss and ask how your day was. You waited habitually, wondering what he must be doing-

Oh… right.

When Alhaitham heard the door open, he absentmindedly stood up, planting a kiss on the person’s cheek and asking them how their day was. When he blinked back into reality, he was met with a thoroughly confused—and strangely flustered—Kaveh.

Oh… right.

Later on, you used the restroom as you always did. Flushing, washing your hands, and walking back into the living room. You went back to preparing for dinner, grabbing ingredients from the fridge. When you went to retrieve a hand towel from the laundry room, you noticed the bathroom light on. You chuckled, realizing that Alhaitham had not been out to turn it off and scold you yet. As you flicked the switch down, you remembered.

Oh… right.

As he passed by the restroom in the hallway, Alhaitham noticed the light was still on. He flicked it downward with a small eyeroll and a gentle sigh of exasperation. “I tell you every time, darling, you can’t forget to turn the light off.”

Kaveh passed him with confusion. “Sorry, darling…” he stared at the man with furrowed brows. “I wasn’t done in the bathroom…”

Oh… right.

When it was time to make dinner, you placed your apron over your head and stood in place. The strings of your apron lay lax at your sides, waiting for Alhaitham to come and tie them with an inquiry of what you were cooking.

Oh… right.

As he stood behind Kaveh in the kitchen, grabbing some water, Alhaitham dexterously tied the strings of his apron. “What’s on the menu tonight, love?”

The blonde turned and huffed at him. “Pasta and chicken, dearest.” His face changed to one of slight sympathy. “Is everything alright? You know… since…?”

Oh… right.

Bending down to pick up a sauce pot below you, you bang your head on the counter top on the way back up. Dropping the pot, and holding your aching head, you stare upward expectantly, prepped and ready to scold Alhaitham. He always covered the counters. Why didn’t he this time?!

Oh… right.

When Kaveh squatted down to grab some herbs below the counter, his head collided with Alhaitham’s hand on the way back up. He stared at his roommate questioningly.

“Sorry,” his voice was uncharacteristically sheepish… He huffed out a gentle laugh. “they would always bump their head on the counters. I wonder if they did tonight…”

Oh… right.

When you settled down during the night time, you flicked on the nightstand lamp on the other side of the bed. You hummed to yourself as you settled down on your side of the bed, waiting for an hour or so for the click of the lamp. But, it never came. The next morning, you woke up to the gentle illumination of the lamp. He must’ve forgotten to turn it off last n-

Oh… right.

As Alhaitham settled into bed, he lay on his side of the bed, waiting for the lamp to turn on. He opened his book and waited for the gentle light to shine on the words. But, it never came. With a confused look, and a call of your name, he sat up. It was then that he saw the empty space next to him, causing him to flick the lamp on and run his head through his hands.

Kaveh happened to walk by, opting to sit down next to his roommate and place his arms and head on his shoulders. “It’ll be okay,” he soothed. “I promise… it’ll pass…”

Oh… right.

He had always called you clumsy. You never much minded, and you never noticed how you relied on him so much. When you lost your footing in the shower, soap landing in your eyes, you collided with the floor. With a yelp, you called out weakly for him. “Haitham!” No response. “Alhaitham, I need you!”

Oh… right.

It was Alhaitham’s sixth sense to know when danger was near. When he heard a crash in the bathroom, he was instantly on his feet. Book was abandoned hastily as he pounded down the hall. He came to a screeching halt, breathless and worried. “(Y/N)-“ His eyes met Kaveh’s own worried ones.

“Hey… what’s going on? Are you okay?” The blonde was on his feet in an instant, two hands on the man’s shoulders. The perpetrator of the sound was the towel rack, having come loose off the wall and clattering to the floor. “Alhaitham…?”

Oh… right.

You sat on your bed, no words escaping your lips. You stared at the wall, recollecting every moment that led you up to this point. Archons did it hurt… Every shared laugh, all of the shared drinks and meals, late nights, early mornings, petty fights, little habits… it all weighed on you like an anchor.

This wasn’t right…

Alhaitham sat on the couch in the living room, his hands balled into fists with his lips resting between his forefingers and thumbs on his chin. He was eerily silent; not even his sighs were audible. His eyes were glazed over as Kaveh knelt down in front of him. For the first time in both of their lives, they had seen the other cry.

“I made such a big mistake, Kaveh…” he mused, sniffing a bit. “I need to fix it…”

Kaveh wiped his own eyes. “Now you’ve got me crying too…” he chuckled. “And I agree. As great as it’s been, I’m going to need you to stop absentmindedly treating me like your husband. I’m one more “how was your day, dear?” away from actually falling in love with you.”

An exhale of amusement left Alhaitham’s nose. He hesitantly accepted the hug offered by his roommate, thoughts plaguing his mind.

This was torture…

Rain pelted as Alhaitham bounded to your home, ignoring Kaveh’s desperate cries for him to bring an umbrella. His mind was hazy, his vision blurry as he sprinted. Rain splashed into his face; his feet and legs were screaming at him. He couldn’t stop… he had to reach you.

In the dead of night, in the freezing cold, in the pouring rain, he pounded on your door, praying you’d answer. When you opened the door, you were taken aback by his appearance.

“(Y/N), I can’t do this,” he began.

Ouch… painfully familiar.

“If you’ve come here to mock me-“

“No, listen to me! I can’t live without you, and I don’t want to try. Please… I made a huge mistake even suggesting we split up. I can’t do this anymore. Please my love, please come back.

You stepped into the dead of night, into the freezing cold, into the pouring rain, throwing your arms around his neck as you hugged him. Not a soul alive could ruin this moment, nor did you anticipate anyone attempting to. You cupped his cheeks as you kissed him softly.

“I love you… I love you… I love you…” you repeated breathlessly against his lips. “I love you… I love you… I love you…”

The world seemed to spin slower as you held him, and him you. The rain splashed against the sidewalk, but you couldn’t care less about being soaked to the bone.

Your love was finally home… and you were not letting him slip from your fingers again.

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[zweetpea]

Neuvillette blurb

Cw: Reincarnation, grief, Neuvillette crying.

“Find me again… in my next life, and the one after that.” You smiled as you laid on the bed. Neuvillette gripping your hand.

How many times had you two gone through this? How many times would you have to go through this before he either gave up on you or found a way to make you immortal? It was no secret that you only came back to be with your lover. Again and again you would endure the hardships of life.

Sometimes you lived till you were 70 or older. Other times you died in your 20s or younger because of illnesses, accidents, or in global conflicts. Middle age didn’t spare you either. Sometimes you would go through an entire new life and never meet him; but you didn’t relent. You could feel him drawing you back to the mortal realm and you wouldn’t let go if he was still willing to fight for you.

No matter how many lives you’ve lived. Man, Woman, something else, he loved you; and you in turn loved him. You wanted to hold him, to love him.

Even in the next life you loved the rain. It pained you to see your lover cry but if you could strip him of his sadness and replace it with tears of joy you’d do just that. You’d do anything to make him happy.

Then, when the world comes crashing down on him and he needs a shoulder to cry on you would be there. That’s what you love most about the rain. He would turn to you, trust you, let you hold him and love him and just exist as Neuvillette and his lover, not the Hydro Dragon and his mate.

“Hydrodragon, my love Neuvillette. Save those tears for when we meet again. For I want be the one to wipe them away. I’ll see you soon, I love you.”

[peachseashell]

safely wrapped ! .°ʚɞ°.

> ✿ Your caring lover bandages you up after a harsh battle - Wanderer & Diluc

> ✿ various genshin characters x gn! reader (no pronouns used) + (established relationships)

> ✿ trigger warnings! - injury, bleeding, angst with comfort, bad grammar, slight mischaracterized Diluc, reader and diluc share a bed, sick reader,

> ✿ notes - finally posting after a decade !! Sorry everyone ^^

--------- Wanderer

After a long day of comissions; fate had decided to torture you. Your body ached and you just wished to be held by your lover and take a nap. But the universe had other plans and decided it was best for a group of treasure hoarders to attack you. Luckily , you managed to hang on by a thread and come back home in one piece.

It was needless to say how frustrated he was at you. How could you recklessly throw yourself at danger without a care in the world? Wanderer immediately dragged you to sit down with a tight grip on your wrist. Sighs and huffs only came from him as he handled your injuries with loving care.

" ...How irritating." he seethed. "can't you at least take someone with you next time? Like your boyfriend maybe?" Wanderer spat sarcastically. "If I was there, this would never of happened." finally, he had sealed the bandage with a tight tug before carefully bringing his lips to your forehead.

"you would've complained and whined at me the whole time." you protested; leaning onto him. "so what? I have every right to complain." he stuck his tongue out at you before redting his head on yours.

--------- Diluc (and his maids)

Rain did not help your situation whatsover as you stumbled your way back home with a injured leg. The cold water making you shiver as it splattered onto your bare skin would surely make you sick the next day. Your only request was a hug from your beloved; sadly, you knew he had left Dawn Winery for work and wouldn't be back by late night.

You're so thankful for the maids. They spotted you through the window and quickly rushed outside to help you get dry and cleaned up. A little while later you heard the familiar sound of footsteps and the door shutting quietly. You waited patiently in bed, tucked warmly under the covers.

Diluc, of course, expected you to already be fast asleep and snoring peacefully. He was suprised to find his significant others wide eyes staring at him, "Why are you still awake, love ? You should be sleeping." he had already gotten into bed with you, the matress dipping under his weight. "I couldn't sleep without you, sorry." you replied and he nodded at your response.

When he wrapped his arms around you, a pain shot through you when he bumped your leg. "Ow!" you winced. immediately Diluc scooted away, "what's the matter?" he muttered whilst placing a hand against your forehead, "you're burning up. Were you out in the rain?"

"...maybe." you lowered your voice, before rolling onto your back again. Diluc looked down at your injured thigh, and the tight bandage wrapped around it. He pressed his lips into a thin line, "why didn't you tell me?" his eyes shifted back to your face.

"I didn't want to be a bother..." you hid under the blanket in embarrassment, "Your never a bother, love. Please, don't go off on your own." Diluc, again, wrapped his arms around your shoulders, this time much more gentle.

[tenjikyu]

𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 - 𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘬𝘪 - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ really angsty with some fluff at the end , male!reader throughout the entire series .

PART I • PART III • GENSHIN M.LIST

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it’s been awhile since diluc had seen his little brother’s face, and from the moment he stepped into the manor he knew something was up.

he noticed it in your eyes, the colour dimmed down and that childlike glint lost into the depths of your coloured iris’. he saw your eyebags, weighing down your once flawless skin. he noticed your attitude, expecting a big hug and questions of his wearabouts, however he received nothing more then a harsh glare and a quiet “i’m going out, see ya”, not even sparing him a second glance. you just walked out the door, not a care for his presence.

what a familiar sight that was, only the brothers roles had been reversed. just how much had he fucked up, and what was left of yourself to apologise to?

you laid your head on the young bards thighs, his fingers dancing upon his lyre with a gentle breeze forming in the winds. your tears stained your cheeks, however you made no attempt to wipe them, as a soft white feather came down before your fingers could reach and wiped them away for you.

“what should i do barbatos? i’m lost” you whispered gently, the gods ears picking up every word as your lips moved.

lord barbatos knew the answer, however he knew you may not take his answer lightly. you were only getting colder, showing even less signs that your old self was still present in your husk of a body.

for now though, his thin fingers would continue to caress your head, stroke your hair and keep you close. for now, he would do his best to stand in as your light in the dark, your safe place.

lord barbatos knew, deep down in his soul, that you weren’t just unhappy, you were utterly shattered and no amount of apologies, gifts or explanations could repair what your brothers had caused you.

for now though, he wants you to just continue holding onto whatever you can of your sanity.

you wandered aimlessly around the streets of mondstadt, dragging your shoes against the pavement and sulking to yourself. the lingering numbness that never left your side since that fateful day was a lot more rowdy then usual, thumping in your stomach. how much longer should the gods make you suffer like this? how many tears will you shed on that bards shoulder until you finally feel at ease? how many times do you have to push away diluc before he takes the hint that he can’t fix this??

making your way back home to the manor, you dreaded what awaited you.

it was the same thing every time you made it home.

diluc would be sitting in the dining room chair, mulling over how to approach you. he’d give you an apologetic smile, open up his arms.

and you’d shove him away, just like every other night.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T CHECK IN ON (Y/N)?! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING SINCE I LEFT YOU INCOMPETENT FOOL” diluc’s voice boomed through the dawn winery.

“I WAS SCARED DILUC! I WAS TERRIFIED YOUD DISOWN HIM, JUST AS I WAS!” kaeya had fought back.

that shut diluc down, and so kaeya continued.

“ YOU UP AND LEFT HIM JUST AS MUCH AS I DID, DONT YOU DARE MAKE ME THE SOLE PERSON TO BLAME. WE BOTH FUCKED UP MAJORLY AND NOW THERES NO FIXING IT! YOU SAID IT YOURSELF EARLIER, HE WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH EITHER OF US ANYMORE” kaeya sobbed, salty tears soaked his cheeks and dropped onto the wood floors of the tavern.

both of them fell silent upon heading a third party enter the tavern…

“ he left.” was all venti spoke.

it was only just above a whisper, red strains in his eyes indicating tears had recently filled his vision not long beforehand.

“i didn’t stop him, he just picked up a bag, said his goodbyes to me and headed towards liyue. my best guess? he’s either headed towards inazuma to be as far away from this mess that you both have created, or he’s headed towards fontaine using liyues route, as an attempt to throw the both of you off his track.”

and then, the sounds of the dieties shoes exited the tavern.

the two contrasting brothers could only stare in utter disbelief at the bards words, but then,

they ran.

almost in sync with eachother they raced towards the manor i’m a rush unlike any other they had ran.

kaeya had never run so fast and diluc had never felt so ill. both of them could only pray to the gods above that there would be some form of evidence of your whereabouts once they arrived back at the manor.

and they were completely out of luck.

your bedroom had been destroyed beyond repair. diluc hadn’t entered your bedroom once since his return, in hopes to give you as much privacy as possible and kaeya hadn’t even entered the place since the fight.

your bedsheets were mauled, almost as if a boar had trampled on them. your clothes were everywhere, only your staple clothes seemed to no longer be in the room. notes upon notes with incomprehensible writings but obviously very emotional statements were scattered around them. your walls had marks and scratches from furniture denting them, plates and cutlery were stacked on your desk and finally,

you. you were gone.

for the first time 3 years, diluc held his brother as he broke down in your bedrooms floor, his own body suddenly to heavy for his legs to withstand.

and unfortunately for them, it would be a long time before they ever got to see you again.

you had finally made it to the entrance of the court of fontaine, only your bag in hand as well as a melusine next to you, guiding you to your new home that you had purchased with some of the mora you.. obtained while back in mondstadt.

“here it is! this apartment unit has been on the market for awhile considering it’s price! i’m surprised a foreigner was the one to claim it! all the furniture is already in the house, so you don’t have to worry about a thing. here’s the keys!” the ever so kind melusine handed to you.

not having the heart to be rude to such a sweet creature, you gave her a gentle smile and she skipped away. with a deep breath, you decided to head into your house..

or you tried to, anyways.

“hello there good sir! it’s lovely to meet you! we live close by and thought we’d introduce ourselves.” the hyperactive man in front of you spoke.

sighing to yourself internally, you decide it’s better to start off on a good foot over a bad foot when it came to your neighbours.

“my name is lyney, and this is my lovely twin sister lynette! we have a younger brother too, however he is currently out diving at the moment, so he couldn’t be here to greet you. both my sister and i would love to have you come to one of our shows that we’re performing in two days time! here’s a free ticket.” he winks to you, handing you a ticket, lyneys (seemingly reserved) sister only sighed at his antics.

“thank you.” you you muttered. “now may i please enter my house? i’d like to see it” you say with a.. slightly irritated tone, however neither of them payed much mind to it.

“of course, mon chéri! but only if you let us in for tea” he once again winked at you with a sly smile.

you knew should have just shut the door in his face when you had the opportunity…

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

the SAGAU if only i could hold you through a screen was great :') would you accept doing a g/n one with the harbingers? if thats too many, maybe just childe and arlecchino if thats ok c:

If only I could hold you through a screen | Harbinger addition!

Characters: Childe, Arlecchino, Dottore, Signora

Summary: Self Aware Harbingers watch you cry, not sure what to do or how to help. All of a sudden you drop the line "I wish you were here with me."

Warnings: Reader is crying, possessive behavior, immense anger, violent thoughts, death, genshin spoilers

A/U: Self aware genshin AU

A/n: Thank you so much anon!! I'm so glad you liked it! SO instead of doing all the harbingers I thought of doing the ones that I have been introduced too through the game! Yes I'm including Signora, so that will be during her battle in that one weekly domain gut wrenching 👍Also sorry if this is OOC

CHILDE

You staring at Childe through the character screen was off-putting enough for him. But then with tears streaming down your face? That was when he became deeply concerned for you. There was this anger bubbling inside him, he wanted to take it out on those that made you cry. He wanted nothing more than to be there with you to comfort you. 

He started to do his idle where his bow shows up, resisting the urge to shoot something around him. You were hyperventilating, the tears overwhelming your eyes. He hated seeing you like this, he wanted to see your smile again. Your broken voice hit his ears as he put his bow away. He stared at you as you muttered to yourself.

“I wish you were with me…”

Your words shattered his heart. He didn’t think that you, an all mighty being, could be so vulnerable. And that fact you were so vulnerable in front of him, call him selfish, but he felt so happy that he was the person you could feel like this with. He just watched you cry, plotting the downfall of those that had harmed you. No one would get away with hurting a god such as yourself. 

He calmed down as he saw you drift off to sleep. His eyes were dark with rage, as his gaze from your sleeping figure didn’t break. Your screen dimmed due to inactivity, and his body was stiff. There was only one thing in his mind. And that thought passed through his lips as you could slightly hear him in your sleep.

“Dry your tears, you will have a wonderful place here in the Fatui. You will be protected within the Tsaritsa’s care and mine too.”

LA SIGNORA

You were crying as you had the pause menu open. You thought you could handle this fight against Signoria again. You never liked killing her over and over again, it was too much to your already aching head and heart. She realized you had stopped fighting her, and she saw your crying state. Signoria wanted to go easy on you, hoping you’d just finish this already. She didn’t like fighting you, much like how you didn’t like fighting her.

She felt so upset that someone could have this power over you. Signoria couldn’t even think that you, an all mighty being, could be so vulnerable. She then felt the battle continue, figuring that you decided to push through your sadness. She admired you for the way you would push though. Then the words you screamed out as you continued the fight with her hurt her so much.

“I wish you were with me!

Her anger couldn’t be contained as flames came out of her dress. It was a lot more intense as you tried to beat her. She let you win, however, with one of your best times in her domain. She just hoped it would have made you feel a little better. She saw you exit, feeling so bad as she wished you stayed. She longed for you, and she watched you as you stood outside her domain. 

And after you fell asleep, standing outside the domain, AFK she could still see you. She could see your sleeping, tear stained face. It hurt her knowing that not only fighting her made you so sad, but someone outside their world made you sad. She brought a hand up to the window as she just stared at the carrier of your actions. She muttered out to herself, hoping you heard her in your resting state.

“Even in death, I will try my best to protect you, all mighty creator…”

DOTTORE

You had been attached to Dottore ever since he was shown in the manga. He could feel your attachment even before the game released, even before his story in the game was shown. He admired you so much, and he hated that he had to turn everyone in Sumeru against you. His cutscene played, but he was intrigued when he saw you crying. He started to think that you were so hurt by his plot, by how the whole story quest was going.

He wasn’t far away after that cut scene. He stayed around, wanting to make sure you were okay. But he could only hear your sobbing, and he got closer, wanting to comfort you. The more you cried, the more he wanted to see you. The more he wanted you to see him and his comforting gaze, and it hurt him when you stuttered out of your tears. 

“I w-wish y-you w-were with m-m-me.”

He found your stuttering crying voice cute, but he wanted to help you so bad. Dottore couldn’t bring himself to accept the fact that someone could make you cry. It hurt him when you said that you needed him when he wasn’t there. He wanted so bad to be with you, to comfort you. His mind went to crazy places.

He noticed you were falling asleep, letting the dialogue pause to let you sleep peacefully. He felt honored to see a god like you, fall asleep and be peaceful. He wanted to kill those that made you sad, made you cry like this. His mind was plotting as the screen dimmed. He muttered to himself, not wanting the others around to notice he was there.

“I will do anything to those that make you cry, wire their brains to worship you like the god you are.”

ARLECCHINO

You were so excited to finally see Arlecchino after the trailers and leaks from the community. But you felt so upset during the quest, you couldn’t handle not crying. As you were listening to her dialogue, you were sobbing. Arlecchino’s ears perked up as she heard your sad sobs. It shocked her that you, the all seeing being, could be this vulnerable.

She became more concerned the longer you stayed on her dialogue screen. She had just met you, but she had heard of you through word of mouth, since you were a popular deity that was worshiped all over Teyvat. But seeing you like this for the first time was new. You had trusted her enough, after one interaction, to cry in front of her. Then your soft sad voice spoke up and she was stunned.

“I wish you were with me.”

Her eyes widened when she heard your soft and sad voice say that. She wanted you with her, too, to be worshiped like the god you are. She had always fantasized of all the children of the House of the Hearth meeting you, as they all admired you. She set up a room for you, and she wanted you there more than ever. But there was this rage that someone did this to you, made you this sad.

She sighed as it seemed she would be stuck in this dialogue for a little bit as you fell asleep. She was content, though, seeing you now calm from your previous crying fit. She broke out of her pose to bring her hand to her chin, as she thought to herself. Her gaze was soft as she stared at your sleeping face. She broke the code once more as she spoke off the script.

“I wish I were with you, to wipe away your tears. Once you come here, you will be worshiped by all in the House of the Hearth.”

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[heartsiez]

MINE.

when they’re put in a situation that makes them feel jealous

⌗ kazuha and scaramouche x gn reader (seperate)

⌗ jealous behaviour, possessive behaviour, idk what else. their parts are like a one shot in their own HELP.

— kazuha

as the cherry blossom petals swirled around you and kazuha, you couldn't help but feel content. you had known kazuha for a while now, and had grown to appreciate his company more and more each time you were together. today, the two of you had decided to take a stroll through the park and enjoy the beautiful scenery.

you’d just gotten off work at a local café in inazuma. it was insanely busy today, causing you to get stressed out. many customers wanted the same thing, causing the item to go out of stock, which caused others to be mad because what they wanted wasn’t available. you’d go into more detail but just the thought of it stresses you out.

once you stepped out of the building you knew straight away you needed kazuha with you to ease off all of your negative emotions. you really did love kazuha, he was always able to clear your head with just a word. you may not be dating yet, but it’s clear as day to anyone that you both have feelings for each other.

anyways, that’s where it brings you to now. you were in the middle of telling kazuha about your day when you suddenly spotted a familiar figure in the distance causing you to pause your movements, kazuha copying with a confused look.

it was your ex.

you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as memories flooded your mind. you hadn't seen your ex in months, and you had thought that you had moved on from the heartbreak they had caused you. which, you have moved on, but you still can’t help the familiar feelings that come over you. it makes you feel guilty because kazuhas right next to you.

your ex noticed you, both locking eyes. you wanted to tear your eyes away from them, or even pull your eyes out of your sockets but you just couldn’t look away.

as your ex approached, you tensed up, unsure of how to react. to your surprise, your ex greeted you with a warm smile and a friendly hug. you hesitated, but you couldn't help but reciprocate, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over you.

kazuha, who had been watching the entire interaction (even from when you first noticed them), felt a pang of jealousy shoot through him.

he had grown to care deeply for you, wanting to keep you by his side forever, and the sight of you interacting with your ex made him very uneasy. he tried to brush off the feeling, reminding himself that you were the one with him now (even if not officially), and that your ex was just permanently a part of your past.

you pulled away from your ex, turning back to kazuha with a guilty, and apologetic look. “uhm, kazu, this is my…” you trailed off awkwardly, not really knowing what to call them. kazuha already knew who this person was to you, you just didn’t wanna seem rude officially introducing your ex, as your ex.

“i’m their old friend.” they continued for you, offering out their hand for him with a sweet smile, though the wind told kazuha different.

“it’s… a surprise to meet you.” kazuha took their hand with swift haste, an obvious fake smile plastered. you cleared your throat as they both pulled away, moving back to stand next to kazuha you looked to him, and he looked back.

“you don’t mind if they spend the rest of the day with us?” you asked, a sheepish smile on your face as kazuha let out a sigh only you could really hear. “of course not, it would be my pleasure to meet an old friend of your past.” he made sure to clarify.

“great…” your ex looked at him with a challenging look and then turned around. “i saw there was a place just past those trees over there, let’s go take a look.”

they took your wrist pulling you with them, scaring you out of surprise. you looked back to kazuha who was quick to follow you two, though mainly focusing on the connection between your wrist and their hand. his eyes finally travelled up to meet yours and you offered him an apologetic smile, as in to say everything will go fine from now on.

however, as the day went on, kazuha couldn't shake the wretched feeling inside of him. he just wanted to steal you away forever, not liking the feeling of someone else being a threat to you two. and your ex was one. they seemed to be getting too close for comfort, and kazuha couldn't help but feel like he was slowly being pushed out of the picture.

the sun began to set, and your ex had already said their goodbyes, apologising that it must be weird for you and that they overstayed their visit. kazuha was glad they finally seemed to realise.

he pulled you aside, away from everyone else who was still in the cherry blossom park, thought not much. you looked at him with a curious look, both your arms crossed over each other. he took a deep breath before speaking, his voice low and hesitant.

"i know i shouldn't feel this way, and it’s not my place to really say this, but seeing you with your ex today... it made me feel… horrible. i care about you a lot, and the thought of losing you to someone from your past scares me."

you were a little shocked. i mean, kazuha feeling insecure? usually he knows whether or whether not he should be feeling vulnerable in a situation, because the wind whispers the secrets to him. so he must be feeling really upset if he’s not trusting the winds of the archon.

you continued to stare at him, trying to find out how he was really feeling inside from his face. you could see the pain and vulnerability in his eyes, and your heart ached for him. you felt guilty.

you took his hand and pulled him into a tight embrace, "kazuha, you have nothing to worry about. you're the one i want to be with, and nothing will ever change that. my ex is just a part of my past, but you... you're my present and my future." you smiled at him warmly.

kazuha's tense shoulders relaxed as he returned the embrace, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. he had been so worried about losing you, but hearing your words made him feel more secure in your relationship. the negativ emotion on his face disappeared, getting it replaced with a way more positive one.

as the two of you pulled away, kazuha leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. he grabbed the wrist your ex held earlier, and pulled it up to his lips to kiss, his eyes not breaking eye contact the entire time.

the rest of the evening was spent in a comfortable silence, the two of you enjoying each other's company as the sun set over the horizon. the memory of your exes visit was fading fast along with the light in the sky.

you knew that there would be more challenges ahead for you both, but with kazuha by your side, you felt confident that the two of you could overcome anything together.

lol corny.

— scaramouche

scaramouche, the cunning and mischievous harbinger of the fatui, had always been a man of many talents. but there was one thing that he couldn't quite control - his jealousy. and as he watched you interact with aether from behind a wall, scaramouche couldn't help but feel a rising sense of possessiveness.

you lived with scaramouche in the fatui headquarters as his assistant, and loving partner. your best friend, aether, would usually visit you sometimes with scaramouches permission, but he never really knew what you two got up to since he was always out on missions when aether was there.

this was the first time he was present while aether visited and he’d never felt such regret in saying yes before. he wished he never gave permission to that blonde.

while scaramouche had tried to ignore the growing friendship between the two of you, he found it increasingly difficult to do so throughout the day. aether was a charismatic and friendly traveler, and it was visible to the eye that you seemed to enjoy spending time with him, much to scaramouches dismay.

as scaramouche continued to watch the two of you talk and laugh, he couldn't help but feel a nagging murderous feeling in his chest. he knew that he had no right to feel this way, mostly because you’d get extremely angry at him if you found out he wanted to kill your best friend... but he couldn't help the way he felt.

then, to add salt on his internal wound, aether leaned in closer to you, his hand brushing against yours. scaramouche's eyes narrowed as he watched the interaction, feeling a surge of anger. if aether didn’t mean that much to you he would’ve already ripped that plat off.

as he started to slowly get a better look of the two of you, he noticed something that surprised him - aether seemed completely oblivious to what he was doing. he was just being friendly, completely unaware of the intimate actions he was creating, and of the harbinger's leaking jealousy flowing throughout the entire building.

scaramouche took a deep, long breath, trying to calm himself down. he knew that he couldn't let his emotions get the best of him, especially not near you and aether. one noise and you’d hear him, which would cause you to find him and boast him with questions.

it’s okay. he can last… at least that’s what he told himself.

as the day went on, scaramouche found it harder and harder to control his burning jealousy. it felt like a forest fire inside of him. he didn't want to lose you to some prick, and the sight and thought of aether getting too close to you made him feel sick to his stomach.

finally, it was night and you three sat around a small table chatting. well, it was mostly just you and aether speaking while scaramouche held back a nasty look to him.

as he sat there anticipating for the time aether would leave, he saw something that made the last thread inside of him snap. aether had tucked some short hair strands behind your ear, then his hand trailed down your neck and rested on your shoulder as you continued to speak. it was an innocent friendly gesture, but scaramouche had had enough. he stood up abruptly, glaring at aether sharply.

"i think it's time for you to leave," he said, his voice harsh and fast to leave his body.

aether looked up, surprised. "what? why?" he asked.

"because i don't want you around here anymore," scaramouche replied, his voice laced with venom.

you looked between the two of them, confused and slightly angered by scaramouche's sudden outburst. "scaramouche, what's going on?" you asked, reaching out to touch his arm.

but scaramouche pulled away from you. you looked at him, slightly hurt from what he did, but in a way that you knew you upset him in some way seriously which made you upset.

his eyes dark and his jaw clenched. "i said leave, aether," he repeated, his voice colder than before.

aether stood up slowly, looking between you and scaramouche with a mix of confusion and concern. "i don't understand what's going on, but if you want me to leave, i will," he said, his voice calm and measured. “i’ll see you!” he said with an awkward smile, you giving a sad one back.

as aether gathered his things and prepared to leave, you turned your attention back to scaramouche, your voice hurt and angry. "what was that about?" you demanded, your voice shaking with emotion.

scaramouche's expression softened slightly as he looked at you, but the jealousy was still evident in his eyes. "i'm sorry," he said, his voice low. "i just... i don't like seeing you with him. i don't want to lose you. the way he touched you just then and today i…”

you sighed, feeling torn between your feelings for scaramouche and your friendship with aether. "scaramouche, you know that you don't have to be jealous," you said, trying to reason with him. "i care about you, and i'm not going anywhere."

scaramouche nodded, his expression still pained. "i know that, but... i can't help the way i feel."

you reached out to take his hand, squeezing it gently. "i understand that, but you can't just push people away when you feel threatened," you said gently. "it's not fair to them, or to me."

scaramouche nodded again, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "i know, and i'm sorry. i'll try to do better," he said, his voice heavy with regret.

you smiled at him, feeling the tension between you start to dissipate. "that's all i can ask," you said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "let's just focus on enjoying the peace we’ll have together, okay?"

scaramouche's lips twitched up into a small smile as he leaned in to return the kiss. "okay," he said, his voice softening. "together."

⌗ hai i’m back:3 took a little break bc of writers block……………. um……… not proof read bc i’m honestly still in writers block i just feel bad for not posting. would u believe me if i told u ai helped me out with the ideas of these prompts

[jhuzen]

i’m not sure if you’re taking requests right now so feel free to ignore/delete this if not ! i wanted to request a piece on a jealous al haitham where reader starts fawning over how pretty kaveh is when they meet for the first time! this is mostly cuz that was my own reaction after seeing kaveh HAHA m!reader too please! thank you :]

reticent jealousy [m.reader]

i have emerged from my tomb of university things. and i sincerely thank you anon for giving me such a fun request! this is so fun to write considering that i’ve been ignoring haitham in anticipation for kaveh’s ass LMAO. it’s also a little longer than what i intended since i wanted to oil my gears in writing again, i hope you don’t mind hehe.

𖦹 alhaitham being jealous of mister nuisance roommate, reader forgets the concept of personal space

Ever the charming man you are, you never failed to entice the people you’ve surrounded yourself with. With your charismatic wit and sincerity, coupled with that good looks you’ve somehow acquired from your beloved parents, it was not rocket science to figure out why people were drawn to you like moths to an attractive flame. You constantly piqued the interests of each and every person in the vicinity. It was natural to be attracted to you, you were beyond mesmerizing.

So much that you even managed to capture Alhaitham’s interest. Meeting him at the Akademiya was nothing short of interesting. Your family sent you to study in Haravatat — coincidentally being under the same Darshan as the now infamous scribe. Though it was not your interest, you complied out of respect to your parents, staying in between being average and excelling with barely a half of your efforts.

Alhaitham, at first, thought you were an idiot — only to realize how much bigger of an idiot you are when he came to see just how well off you truly are in your studies with you coming in clean that your far better grades than most students was just a product of your thirty percent effort.

Despite your open expression of fondness to certain things (which, admittedly, had given you a disposition of an exuberant airhead), Alhaitham respected you as a colleague and had even given you some of his approval when you would open up to him about your true passion.

Much like how people appreciated the handsome masterpiece that is you, you yourself beheld the beauty of the world. You loved anything that was pleasing in the eyes, and your hands worked to capture them in your paintings. If one took a good look at your works, one could see the inherent romanticism that you displayed. Everything and everyone was beautiful in your eyes, and among the cold and tired and researchers under your Darshan, you were the shining beacon of sincerity.

Really, it wasn’t so hard to fall for you. And Alhaitham went in ahead and tripped, and fell right into your strong arms.

Though his pride served as a hindrance in professing his affections that were left cooped up inside him for the entirety of your years spent as scholars in Akademiya, your observant eyes and empathic attitude finally gave mercy and aided his pining for you and did the asking for him instead.

Thus the beginning of the sneaked through kisses on your visitations in the scribe’s office, the nights he has spent with you in your home to avoid a certain roommate of his, the dates that were spent by the edge of cliffs, with his head on your lap as he read while you painted the romantic hues of the sunsets in Sumeru — all of which you cherished and Alhaitham even more.

You have always proudly proclaimed that Alhaitham was your greatest muse, and it was rarely a stretch considering that there was an office in your quaint little home that was filled with to the brim of masterpieces you created with your beloved as your sole subject. The sketches that were hastily pinned on a foam board, the paintings of him that gave the man a far more lively depiction of himself than the real one, and the pièce de résistance of your living portfolio was the your lover’s torso, sculpted to perfection.

(You swore you’d put his head in it, but he grew to realize that it would take awhile on the times he’d catch you locked up in your room, in a daze while tracing your fingers on the grooves of his sculpted abs.)

And while Alhaitham valued subjective opinions so little, when it comes to you, your words are his scriptures, his guides that he could never let go of. He waited with bated breath every time he silently sought your approval on how he looks, on how he presents himself as it was an investment to your love — the man that appreciates beauty out of everyone else — he sees it as a way to reciprocate your care. He puts in great effort for you just to return the sincerity that you bring him.

Either way, there was absolutely nothing that could break you apart. And whether people were in the know of your status in your relations with each other, everyone in Sumeru City was aware that wherever you are, the now Acting Grand Sage is always close by and the same applies vice versa.

And today just happened to be one of the times that you were free from your commissions that you’ve received from overseas and Alhaitham was surprisingly free despite his much busier schedule as the Acting Grand Sage.

There was an undeniable bliss in the atmosphere as you strolled around with your beloved and in the silence that you and Alhaitham held, there was comfort and respite. No words were truly needed the moment his hand slipped into yours, barely concealed by his coat that asymmetrically hung onto his form from the public eye.

“Ah!” you suddenly blurted, breaking the silence between you and your lover and catching Alhaitham’s attention, “Look at those fine ceramics! Judging from the design, they’re imported from Liyue, hang on, dearest.”

Alhaitham’s lips turned down into a subtle frown when your hand left his grasp, unable to feel the familiar light callouses that you’ve obtained from working your hands to the bone in your line of work. He looked up from his book to see you gravitating towards a certain stall, eyes narrowing at the way the girl behind the goods seemed far more entranced to your visage than keeping watch of her wares.

He gets it though, he understands more than anyone else. He was meant to be the untouchable Alhaitham — the man that cannot be swayed by just a pretty face. But you yourself broke past his walls without even knowing it, he was already convinced he has to be with the pretty boy of Haravatat. You were the unstoppable force to his immovable object and the only solution when you met ended up with his lips on yours and him underneath you, completely under your mercy.

Still, it doesn’t shake off the fact that you are objectively a handsome man, someone inherently charming with the sharp wits to boot. Alhaitham was sure that even if you can’t provide, someone will be infatuated enough to provide for you (however this in itself is not him admitting that he is near that stage… definitely not). People will throw themselves at your feet, and women and men have approached you with a hidden motive countless times during your dates with him.

Though it was consoling to see you reject them with grace (though he preferred a brutal slap to the face), there was a thought that kept intruding within him when he saw the reality upon dating one of the most sought out men in Sumeru.

You were a man that appreciated and sought beauty. And in truth, he wasn’t just your muse although he was your frequent one. There was always something unsettling the moment your eyes lay on a person who you find appealing, and his scowl couldn’t help but be evident when even without having to be naturally seductive, the way your flustering touches reach other people to convince them to be your muse.

Alhaitham had a green-eyed monster that he unknowingly nursed — its jealous head rearing out on certain moments, breathing down on his neck whenever you left him, your beloved muse.

And it seems as though the fates have woven a test for him. A test that certainly does not appeal to his fancy.

“Oi! Alhaitham, you jerk! Did you steal my keys again?! You locked me out of our— ahem, my apartment again!”

The Acting Grand Sage’s eyes immediately narrowed when he heard that familiar voice. One that he often used as an excuse to come and stay the night with you (really, he never needed an excuse, but his ego refused to absolutely be fragile even to you at moments). He pondered his options, and the choice him just turning away was the most inviting one, yet he knew that would only prompt his roommate to whine louder and attract more attention.

He turned towards Kaveh, his blank expression masking the little exasperation that’s bubbling up inside him, “I’ve never seen your keys.” It was a lie, as it sat snugly in his pockets for a good day now. “Why do you always come to accuse me of such things?”

Kaveh was quick to scoff at Alhaitham’s question, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms before prattling on, “Oh don’t give me that hooey! I know it’s you! Instead of coming home from my projects and just relaxing, I have to go see if Cyno’s still awake to crash into his place!”

“Maybe if you pay your rent, you can stop losing your keys more,” a silent dig had Kaveh faltering with a huff.

“So it is you!” The blonde only shifted his footing before leaning in to jab his finger into Alhaitham’s chest, “And maybe I’ll pay my rent if you start losing those hideous decorations. I’ve only liked one thing and it was that painting that you suddenly brought home.”

“What I do with my money is none of your business,” Alhaitham cooly brushed Kaveh’s accusations off — of course it was deliberate every time he purchased a vase or a rug that had a clashing color palette, or anything remotely sacrilegious in an artist’s (more so yours) eye. But he wouldn’t deny that one painting. It was something he brought home from you, something you even encouraged for him to take as a gift from you on a random day.

Kaveh pinched the bridge of his nose as he heaved a begrudged sigh, “Whatever. Just lend me my keys and—”

“Oh! Aren’t you just the most darling man I’ve ever seen!”

Alhaitham’s heart stopped and instantly dropped down to his stomach when that angelic voice of yours suddenly rang in his ears.

Apart from his crudely decorated purchases, one reason why he never once wanted you to visit him in his apartment often is mostly for the fear of you having to meet his roommate. All for numerous reasons — something that Alhaitham foresaw that he wouldn’t be in favor of in the slightest bit. You know he has a roommate, and knew that Kaveh was the reason why Alhaitham looks relatively exasperated on certain days. For so long, you’ve wanted to meet this man, and yet Alhaitham blatantly refuses because he’s afraid that Kaveh’s ineptness would rub off on you or that you might start taking clients out of the goodness of your heart and not as a proper job.

“What?”

“What.”

Kaveh scoffed, “Oh, just great. Here’s another one of your admirers. Give me the damn key and I’ll leave before I start hurling my precious lunch in the middle of the street.”

And yet both men stiffened up when you passed by Alhaitham, your gaze can be completely mistaken for something lovestruck as you gravitated towards Kaveh. The blonde froze as your pretty face got closer to his, your eyes scrutinizing his features, and even then, the poor architect could only avert his eyes from yours, flustered, before meeting Alhaitham’s darkening gaze, only furthering his confusion.

You finally leaned back, “Ah— Apologies for invading your personal space—! I just! I just find you absolutely breathtaking!” Your sincerity was quick to reach Kaveh, and his face erupted into a blooming shade of bright red. “Oh! What a cute boy you are! And your proportions are undoubtedly stunning!”

“W-Wha—?”

Alhaitham watched in silent mortification when one of your gentle hands trailed towards Kaveh’s arm, sliding down to grasp his hand and bringing his arm up, “Give me a little spin, won’t you please?” You asked with a smile of plea.

Utterly confused and still dumbfounded and embarrassed, Kaveh couldn’t find himself to refuse your polite request (he’d love to call it coercion, but you were so nice) and spun around, his hand still within your warm grasp. He could feel his heart stutter when he heard your pleased hum of approval.

“A good eye for fashion too!” Your hand finally left his and stepped back, “Oh! You are perfect!”

Alhaitham’s eyes narrowed. His arms quickly crossed to his chest — a defense mechanism as the familiar dread slowly sunk in him, spreading to every single crevice of his body. His muscles tensed with every sing of praise that left your lips, with every touch you left on Kaveh’s form, and the way his nuisance of a roommate certainly relished in the sudden attention you’re giving him.

Worst part of it all is that Kaveh wasn’t even remotely aware that you were dating Alhaitham in the first place; that this admiration of yours was just you fawning over your new chosen muse. But he doesn’t know that — so your fondness can be quickly mistaken for blatant lovestruck adoration.

“‘Haitham! Doesn’t he look amazing?” You finally turned to your lover, whose eyes grew soft quick the moment your attention was on his.

Kaveh wrinkled his nose, “…Huh? ‘Haitham’? You know this man?” He asked, his embarrassed look finally reverting into that familiar expression of annoyance as he looked at Alhaitham.

“Of course! You know him as well?” You tilted your head a little to the side with a small smile.

The blonde was strained as he nodded, “He’s… an acquaintance.”

“My roommate,” Alhaitham finally clarified with a displeased grunt. It’s one way to rip the anticipation off, and in an instant, your eyes were elated as you turned to his roommate’s direction.

“So you’re the illustrious ‘nuisance roommate’ Kaveh…” you chuckled a little as you lent your hand to the architect, “It’s nice to finally meet ‘Haitham’s roommate.”

Kaveh took your hand and shook it cautiously, eyes narrowing a little. If you’re in the company of Alhaitham, surely you have some form unbearable personality as well… especially with that disarming sincerity that you exuded, “And you’re the…?”

“The boyfriend,” you stated, clear as a day with a small smile on your face and Kaveh’s grip tightened on your hand.

“The what?!”

“It’s not so shocking,” Alhaitham finally interrupted your conversation with his roommate, his arms uncrossing as he took a step closer to you. “And no, I didn’t pay him.” He already interjected before Kaveh could accuse you the same way he did to the traveler and their floating companion on their first meet.

“I certainly would’ve given a receipt if he did.”

Kaveh’s hand fell from your grip as his life crumbled before his eyes. His roommate that he classifies as the most unbearable person in the whole universe… is suddenly taken? By you? A handsome guy that he has never met in his whole life for some reason? He has to take a reality check, and his vision blurred. No way his loser of a roommate is getting laid before him.

Absolute sacrilege.

Meanwhile, Alhaitham had half a mind to take you and just leave Kaveh while he processed the sudden drop of information. But there was a sick sense of satisfaction that coursed through the Acting Grand Sage’s veins when Kaveh had an existential crisis just because he was absolutely clueless to all the hints that pointed to him having a lover. It was entertaining, to say the least, and once again, Alhaitham had the upper hand.

However that satisfaction soon melted into raw jealousy when your hands clasped Kaveh’s bringing them up as you finally worked your charms.

“So then, Mister nuisance roommate, I hope you don’t mind if I ask a moment of your time.”

Kaveh blinked out of his stupor, suddenly becoming flustered when your hands enveloped his, “N-No— I don’t mind… what do you need?”

And like a man about to profess his love to someone, your eyes glimmered as you popped the question;

“Will you be my muse for this month’s project?”

Alhaitham’s hands itched to grab a hold of you and tear you away from his roommate as his eyes glowered and dug into Kaveh’s form with absolute malice and jealousy. Why did you even have to find his mess of a roommate remotely attractive? What even is so ‘beautiful’ about Kaveh that you just had to touch him? Do you even have to be that close to ask him to be your muse? And why do you keep showering him with praises?

Poor Kaveh had little chance to refuse you as you looked at him so expectantly. Letting out a reluctant yes, you absolutely glowed before showering him some more praises, and ecstatically telling him that you will be over Alhaitham’s apartment to discuss further details with him.

And while Alhaitham simmered in his jealousy, he failed to notice Kaveh finally leaving and you coming back to him.

It’s like his vision cleared when he finally felt your arm snake around his waist, pulling him closer to be your side, “Your roommate is rather adorable, dear,” you said, sneaking a kiss to his temple.

Alhaitham scoffed, “I’d rather you not say that while expressing any form of affection to me.” His tone was cold, but even you can feel how utterly upset your dearest love is.

You only laughed before pinching the lean fat on his waist, prompting the stoic man to jolt, “I find your jealousy far more adorable, however.”

“So you were being deliberate earlier?”

“Oh, absolutely not. I just do it so none of the muses I ask can refuse, though my compliments are of utmost sincerity,” you said before flashing Alhaitham that cheeky grin that he found himself admiring for the nth time now. “It’s a good psychological tactic, y’know?”

“At the expense of your lover’s feelings. How crude,” Alhaitham huffed. “You’re going to have to make up for the poor treatment you’ve given to me.”

The sultry grin on your face was enough for Alhaitham to know that he won’t be coming home tonight.

Ah. Kaveh’s keys are still in his pocket.

Oh well.

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Discovering Your Past - Eula & Keqing x Male!Reader

In which they find out you were abused by your ex.

CW: Mentions of past trauma - physical abuse and SA. Modern AU. A/N: My fics are getting longer recently. I wonder if you guys mind?

Injuries are a natural part of life. 

A scraped knee, a concussion, a sprained or broken limb - all creatures will have to endure these hardships one way or another. And, as the saying goes, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Each wound leaves a scar, each fight or accident is a lesson for the future on what to do or avoid. 

What about those on the other end? Most feel regret about hurting others, are forced to do it or are convinced of their actions' justified nature. Yet among those are some starkly different cases. People who enjoy causing pain, be it physical or mental. And, undoubtedly, she was one of them. 

Fate had it that your heart longed for her. She was a beauty, benign and friendly, whose charms worked on you without fail. She pushed, she pulled, slowly dragging you into her web. Your mind was too clouded with feelings to notice just how badly she trapped you. Like a spider she wrapped you in silky touches and words of affection like in a cocoon, and you were completely oblivious to your situation. And that she was - an apex predator, an effortless liar and natural manipulator. She stoked the flames of family conflicts, estranging you from your loved ones. Friends? She gave you a simple choice - it's me or them. You were coaxed into signing off your house under her name, as she encouraged you to do with many of your belongings, until you had nothing. Time and time again she pulled your strings through your heart, backing you into a corner. Alone. Unable to escape. Without anyone to turn to, anywhere to get away. 

When your eyes opened at last, nobody was there to hear you scream. 

Years. It took you two whole years to escape her clutches, two years of cruelty hidden behind a veil of love. With only the clothes on your back and some Mora in your pocket, you set off to another nation. There, you found a new home, and a new love. Sweet, caring and warm. 

But wounds of the past cannot be hidden forever. 

You push the door behind you, closing it with an accidently loud thud. Eula kicks off her high heels and enters the hall, placing down her bag and taking her jacket off. You put yours on the hanger and move to take hers, but she sends you a sharp look and walks past you, doing it herself. 

The silence is tense. You know what you did. 

“Honey, listen. I know I shouldn't have started that discussion-” You try to speak, but she turns around and cuts you off. 

“Yes, you shouldn't have.” 

Her eyes send daggers towards you. Your heart aches at the sight of your lover so full of anger, all because of you. Her family wasn't easy to interact with. Her choice of career made her the pariah of the line, but after she married you, the relations seemingly normalized enough to make them liveable. Seemingly. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn't have. I mustn't do that ever again. I promise I won't.” You raise your open hands, as if showing you're unarmed. What was supposed to calm her down just irritates her. 

She scoffs and approaches you. “I say you are an intelligent man, but times like these are when I doubt it. What's so hard to understand in ‘my family isn't normal and the less you interact with them the better’?”

She's right. Eula has told you time and time again that the opinions her father, mother, grandparents, uncles and aunts hold are final. Nothing will change them, they won't ever back down. They are egomaniacal with a tendency to bring those around them down to elevate themselves. And yet, there's something drawing you to them, something natural that tells you that they can be a source of warmth. 

Because that's how things are supposed to be. A family should love each other, be united and supportive instead of polarized and hateful. Something in your soul doesn't seem to understand that you can't find any support in her side of the family. 

“I know, Eula. I try to-”

“Then your ‘trying’ is not enough!” Her voice elevates further. There is something building in your chest. The pressure crawls from your heart up through your throat, rotting itself inside your neck. A choking feeling. 

“Y/N, you shouldn't talk to them! Never, ever. You know how it ends, don't you? They bring you down, they hurt and belittle you. And you know that, don't you?” 

Her eyes are narrowed. She speaks louder now, her words coming from a place of compassion and love rather than hostility. Your mind, however, is focused on something else. 

Something familiar. 

Her tone picks up, and so does your heartbeat. She's almost screaming now. 

“Sorry, dear, but are you masochistic? Or just stupid?! I will have vengeance!”

Your hyper focused eyes spot movement. Her hand goes upwards, your chest sinking. Body stiffening, you turn your head down and sideways, exposing your cheek. 

Just as she taught you. 

Fighting back was pointless. 

You deserve it. 

You hold your breath. 

Silence. 

The blow doesn't connect. You hear the sounds of a barefoot step. You crack your eyes open. You see Eula has taken a step back, her eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. She blinks a few times and pulls her hand back towards her body. 

“Not t-that kind of vengeance.” Eula barely mumbles the words out in pure confusion. She shakes her head in disbelief, her gaze leaving you and dropping to the floor. “Never. I w-would never-”

You spring back to life, as if a grave threat or danger just vanished. 

“No no no, it's alright, honey. I just got a little scared of you, haha. It's fine, really!” You smile sheepishly, shame crawling under your skin. On reflex or out of habit, you rub your cheek. “Maybe I really am stupid, for being scared and all, you know?”

She takes a slow step closer. Her voice is far quieter than mere seconds ago, now down from a scream to a whisper.

 “No. Don't call yourself that. My… My emotions got the better of me, honey. I’m sorry.” Eula’s voice composes, worry furrowing her brow as she stretches out her arm towards you, this time taking care to do it slowly. “May I…?”

You smile and nod, letting the palm of her hand connect to your cheek. Her touch is gentle, fingers tracing your skin with utmost care. 

Your skin is so soft, so smooth, familiar. Her heart clenches, her mind holding no doubt about your reaction. You are not someone easily scared, nor are you particularly fearful of harm. Something, somebody…

“Who was it?” Her hand trails down smoothly, coming to rest on your shoulder. “Who hurt you?”

You shake your head. “What? What do you mean? Nobody, I’m fine-”

“I said…” She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “... who hurt you?” 

At an instant, the thoughts in your mind already form into a rebuttal, a measly attempt to cover the truth. But you know better than that. Eula isn't that stupid. 

You sigh, trying to figure out what to say. Seeing your hesitation, she places both of her arms on your shoulders, her eyes focusing on yours. Within her beautiful irises fading from deep purple to light yellow you find a steadiness worthy of a captain, but also a lover. 

“You don't have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable, honey.” She speaks softly, stroking your skin in calming circles. “I just need to know if justice has been served, or some additional, very particular and very severe vengeance needs to be added to my to-do list.”

“My ex-girlfriend is… She’s no longer a threat, alright?” You close the distance between you and Eula and embrace her. Your lover secures her arms around you right away, providing you with just the comfort you seek. “I just don’t want to go back to those days. They’re over and I just want to focus on you… On somebody that actually loves me. Somebody that doesn’t scream at me for no reason, belittles and insults me, and…”

Your voice trails off. Images and sensations rush through your memory. Every insult, every impact weighs on your voice, trapping it beneath the torrent of nightmarish memories. Eua squeezes you tighter. 

“Shh. Don’t think about it now, sweetie. You're here, safe in my arms. I promise to be your shield. However…”

Eula's characteristic pout forms on her face. 

“For not telling me about this, I will have vengeance.”

“That was a little shameful for me-” She cuts you off. 

“Silence. My retribution is nigh. For your transgression, I shall cuddle you and feed you ice cream while subjecting you to the terror of your favorite movie.” She narrows her eyes theatrically before gently, but firmly grabbing a hold of your wrist. “You cannot escape now.”

You smile in horror. 

The screen flashes with a jump scare as a curtain is moved aside. A disfigured monstrosity covered in black goo and rags opens its jaw to reveal a set of sharp, but surprisingly pristine teeth.

“Brains!” Its voice is clearly augmented in some way, deep and a little echoing. 

The punk screams at this sight but before he can do anything, the zombie grabs his head with its skeletal hands and bites down. The rest of the group squeals. The man's head is cracked open like an egg, filling the undead's mouth with fake blood and flesh-like props. 

“Oh my…” Keqing can't help but gasp a little, her arms tightening around your chest slightly. “That's a lot of jaw force…”

As the zombie digs into the man's brain, a joke comes to your mind. 

“He's not going to extract a lot of brain from him, is he?” 

In response, Keqing chuckles a little. “Yeah. But at least he is also quite brave. If not for him, that girl would have been the meal instead.”

“True, true.”

The movie continues. The female lead escapes the locker she was trapped in moments ago as her friend is being devoured. Another character throws an empty bucket of paint at the creature, making it fall back, before raising up and exclaiming joyously: 

“More brains!”

The kids scream and run away. Keqing, as much as she finds the movie interesting, can't help but recall one scene in particular. 

A smirk settles on her delicate features. “So… How's the movie? Do you like it?”

You nod vigorously. “Of course! It's a classic that I wanted to watch for a long time now, but never got around to that. And I can confidently say that I regret not watching it earlier. It's a lot of fun.”

Keqing hums in understanding. Her fingers, one of them brandishing a beautiful and intricate golden ring, slowly move up onto your leg. 

“Did you enjoy any scene in particular, honey?” Your eyes follow her hand as it moves up, each finger making a slow, deliberate step. 

Just a glance at her slight blush and sly smirk is enough to make you catch on, making your cheeks heat up as well. You gulp. 

“Well…” You start, but Keqing places a finger on your lips, silencing you. 

“Aw, sweetie~ I know full well how you were eyeing that girl. Your thoughts were betrayed by much more than just your stare.”

Her hands move up, sliding underneath your shirt and caressing your exposed chest. You feel her desire through her movements, careful, seductive, yet impatient at the same time. A little shiver of excitement crawls through your body. 

“Honestly, Y/N, I can't blame you. That redhead was quite a beauty, after all. ”

Her hands clench over your body as she rolls to sit on your lap, her eyes, twinkling with desire, pointed right at you. Keqing sends you a wink. Your hands settle on her buttocks. 

“But you see, my dear, you got me just a little too jealous to resist showing this handsome guy which girl his attention should be on~” Her hands shift to meet yours, fingers wrapping around your wrists. “So relax and let me have the spotlight~”

Your eyes widen as she hoists your arms off her and pins them to the wall above your head. You try to struggle away, but her grip is iron thanks to the additional strength provided by her Vision. An attempt to release your body from underneath hers fails as well. You're nervous - this never happened before. 

“Keqing, you're-” You start to say, but are interrupted by her right hand locking onto your throat. 

Your hands clench, eyes growing wide. You choke, any words of protest dying in your restricted windpipe. You look at Keqing, who smiles mischievously, completely oblivious to your discomfort. 

“What did I say? Bad boy!” She uses her other hand to pry yours off her choking arm. You relent, shocked and increasingly scared at her sudden roughness. “Now stay still, or you'll regret it~”

Tears form in your eyes as she leans and begins kissing and licking your cheek, adding small bites here and there. You close your eyes, not wanting to see what happens next. The feeling of her genuine affection recalls different images in your mind. The past and the present melt into one in your mind. 

As you lay helpless, Keqing continues loving you until her tongue hits an unusual note of salt on your skin. She pulls back and, upon seeing you crying, lets go of you right away. Her hands go to cover her mouth in an expression of pure horror. 

“I’m sorry! I’m… Oh Gods, I didn't mean to-!” 

You squirm away and, in response, Keqing jumps off of you. She reaches towards you, but ultimately stops herself. Shame, guilt and sadness light up her face, hidden behind her small hands. 

You wipe your eyes with your sleeve. By now your senses have returned. Her reaction brought you back at an instant. You get up and approach her. 

“Keqing, I'm sorry, nothing-” 

You're interrupted as she dashes past you. You can only call out to her as she runs to the bathroom and slams the door behind her. The sound of a lock turning halts your movements. 

You sigh and drop back down on the couch. The movie is still playing. Your ears pick up the sounds of soft sobbing from behind the bathroom doors. The heart tells you to get up, to talk to her, to knock down the door if need be, but the brain speaks with reason. She needs time, and you know it. It's better to let her calm down on her own. If you were to approach her now, she likely wouldn't speak to you, let alone open the door. 

Tears return to the corners of your eyes. Your heart aches at the sound of her pain. You can tell what she's thinking. That she's awful, dangerous, creepy, abusive. That it's all her fault. 

But the truth? She's not the problem. You are. 

The TV's noise irritates you. You turn it off and throw the remote across the room. Your head falls into your hands. 

How could you have done this to her? 

Why can't you just let go? 

Why are you so weak? 

A shaky sentence manages to make its way out of your lips. 

“It's all my fault.”

—

Deafening silence was all that filled the following hour when her crying died down. You went through every possibility of what would happen when the bathroom door would open. You planned what to tell her and how, you anticipated all of her possible reactions. You knew you couldn't fail again. You couldn't leave her in the dark and risk another incident like this. 

She shouldn't suffer because of me, you thought. It was your obligation to be transparent with your wife. Not like you weren't dying to apologize, to comfort her, to let her know it isn't her fault. But you were patient. 

When the door finally opened, Keqing looked abysmal. Her make-up was completely gone, first made running with tears, then washed away along with them. Her hair was a mess, not a trace of her usual prim and proper style left. Her eyes were red and barely open. 

You spoke gently. You hugged her, asking for a chance to explain yourself. She nodded wordlessly and you sat with her by the table. There, you told her everything. You told Keqing about your previous partner and about exactly what you suffered at her hands. Your wife was very quiet, but still nodded every now and then. From the shakiness of her voice when she spoke the few words in your conversation, you could tell she was stopping herself from bursting into tears again. Nonetheless, you continued until the story was told. 

“As such, Keqing, my wife, my love, the sun to my moon, none of what happened is your fault.” You continue, following the script you prepared in your mind. “It was my weakness and my inability to move on that caused all of this in the first place. For that, I’m… sorry. I truly am.”

She nods. Her eyes are focused on her hands, fingers fiddling with each other. Keqing slowly lifts her eyes to meet yours. You spot tears gathering on her features. 

“Why… I don't understand…” She starts, but upon realizing her instability, she sniffles and swallows the sadness weighing on her chest. “Why would you ever say that you're weak?” 

You sigh. “I should have moved on by now, but instead, I kept it with myself and now it hurt you as well. It is my pain and thus my responsibility to handle it.”

“No, n-no that's… How… How could someone such as you be weak?” She shakes her head. “You survived so much. So much pain, so much fear, so much hurt… And yet here you are, Y/N. Not only trusting another woman, a woman whom you not only married, but also allowed into your bed. I can't imagine myself doing something like that so quickly. You've moved on, honey. You regained the strength to trust and to love again. How can this be called anything but strong?”

You open your mouth to challenge her on this, but she acts first. 

Keqing breaches the gap between you and falls into your arms. Her body wraps around yours, holding onto you tightly. One of her hands travels to your cheek. 

“Y/N, you're strong. For having endured it, for having moved on, trusted again.” 

You drop your gaze. Perhaps she is right. Keqing gently lifts your cheek to direct your attention back at her. She smiles, her tearful eyes shining with boundless affection. 

“You're the strongest man I've ever known.”

Thanks for reading!

[nothirstonmain]

Dragons live much longer than humans. Archons are practically immortal. These two facts barely ever crossed his mind until you mentioned something to him one night. He'd wrapped his arms around you, and you'd hummed. He asked what was on your mind. "You'll outlive me," was all you replied with, before drifting off to sleep.

He didn't like that idea for obvious reasons. He thought about his mortality much more often after that. He loathed it. He despised how he was destined to live on without you. It was unfair. He loved you so much, more than anyone else before, and you'd only be there for a blip of time in contrast to forever. It was as if Celestia was laughing at him.

He began talking with Baizhu more, hoping against hope that his rumored searches into immortality could bring about anything to keep you here longer than was meant to be. He found nothing from Baizhu, so he began reading. He seemed desperate, suddenly putting more effort into extending your life than living his own. Hu Tao could only watch on in pity.

When you did pass, he didn't know what to do himself. All his reading, his research, his own experimenting built off of Baizhu's work. All of it was for nothing. He visits your grave everyday. It's surrounded by hundreds of flowers. Xiao tags along sometimes; he knew you were loved by Zhongli.

He said he'd never love anyone after you, and he was correct. He never even toyed with the idea. You were his one and only, and no others could ever compare.

[Requests open ! Rentry with info in pinned :3 also pls reblog if you like my shit likes just do not help]

[xuzuitengenx]

I NEED more Neuvillette and Wriothesley x male reader

[melonn-soda]

If you’re accepting requests? Then may I please request a Ayato Kamisato x Male reader? Where Reader has been secretly harbouring feeling for Ayato, but they aren’t able to confess their feeling and the harsh reality that the reader isn’t of any high lineage: they just have a Dendro vision. Also a rumor has been going around, saying that Ayato is to marry a noble. So the reader resigns their feeling for Ayato, secretly wishing him a happy marriage and life. Soon after a few weeks come to past, and the reader hears that they are going to be in arrange marriage with a former warlord. But the reader is actually happily okay with it, since it will help his family live in peace. But… its not long before Kamisato siblings receives an invitation to the wedding.

❝ IT'S YOUR WORLD AND I'M NOT IN IT... ❞

word count: 2.6k

warning(s): kamisato ayato / male reader. angst. nothing else I can think of.

prompt: in the ask above but with some slight altercations.

notes: this will be a multi-part story. sorry for the long wait :(( I haven't been doing so hot when it comes to writing

fem aligned dni

The wind tasted of salt as it brushed through the foliage and structures of the Kamisato household. If this had been your first time being here, you would’ve grimaced at flavor but you’ve visited far too many times to care now. The tang of the sea’s salt had become a welcoming presence on your tongue over the course of these years, forever stained with the sugar of the sweet flowers in your tea.

Speaking of, a tray with a tea set on top of it was placed in the middle of the table, the person who had brung it welcoming himself into the conversation you were having with the man across the table. Thoma, an outlander who was shunned for his presence alone only now to be held as a handsome charmer and a respected member of the Kamisato household. He was also practically best friends with the man you were talking to.

Thoma says your name with familiarity, just as he does with Ayato, a pleasant smile resting on his pale yet reddish lips, “it’s been a while since I’ve last seen you. How’ve you been?” The question was unneeded- especially for someone like you, but it was sweet nonetheless.

“I’ve been better, to be fair.” You answered him, eyes trained on the teacup that rests on the saucer, watching the liquid ripple at every little movement made. Closing your eyes slowly for a moment, a sigh leaves your lips before they open again, fixed on the housekeeper that sat on your right, “My mother has been pressuring me to court someone for these past few weeks, hearing her voice has never been tiring but now I think I may reconsidering.”

A breathy, amused laugh leaves Ayato’s mouth and Thoma just looks at you. The blond’s eyebrow then raises, an awkward smirk pulling at the corners of his lips, “You’re looking at me like you want me to be the one to court you.”

You groan, letting go of the professional demeanor you were keeping intact, “By all seven Archons forbid you be the one to court me.” the jest causes Thoma to chuckle, “we are nothing more than schoolgirls who giggle over the latest gossip around the courtyard.”

“That I cannot argue.” Thoma agrees, bringing one of the teacups to his lips. Your wording was not false since the Kamisato housekeeper and you have exchanged the latest drama that you both had managed to get your gossip-ridden hands on each time you managed to bump into each other. Did it kindle a mischievous kind of friendship? Yes. Was the reasoning for it good? Maybe not.

“Haa..” You breathe out, folding your arms across your chest, “I just needed a good reason to get out of the house today.. thank you, Master Kamisato, for letting me reside here for a few hours.” You tipped your head down in respect to the commissioner; after all, you were nothing more than a commoner.

Ayato’s hand raises and waves slightly, “No need to thank me, it’s always nice to catch up with you. Oh, and please drop the formalities. We aren’t in public, remember?” He tells you, which causes your face to flare with heat in embarrassment. Sometimes, you forget that you’re friends with a government official and that within his private premises, he is no longer the Yashiro Commissioner but Ayato. Just Ayato.

“Forgive me.” You mutter and Thoma takes notice at the hint of adoration behind your tone. He knows. He knows everything because he’s your friend, who you spill all sorts of secrets to. If not for your flushed pleading, he would’ve told his master long ago and the two of you probably could’ve been courting by now.

A small crow flutters within the Kamisato residence and kicks up some resting dust with its wings before landing onto your left forearm. It had a small note tied to its scrawny foot, which you gingerly untied to read. The two looked at you curiously as you skimmed the contents on the ripped piece of paper and an exasperated sigh left your lips momentarily.

“I guess that’s my cue to leave.” Your lips drew back in a distasteful snarl, standing up and brushing off non-existent particles from the lap of your kimono. The crow slid up to your left shoulder, resting there and hiding its feet within its puffed chest feathers, “My mother wants me to go pick up some groceries before sundown, I guess I’ll see you both again some other time. Until then.”

You bowed respectfully to the both of them, turning to leave the residence. Thoma and Ayato’s eyes continued to linger on your figure as you made your way out, steps slow to signify the dread of going home with each drag of your foot against the rock pathway. Ayato almost wondered if you would be able to handle the scolding of your mother, only for it to be stopped as the tinker of teacups messed with his train of thought.

“For a man with such a nice family, it’s such a shame to see him so insistent on not going home.” Thoma’s voice rings pleasantly in Ayato’s ears, seeing him clean up the area you sat in, “Maybe his family is a lot more pushy on courting than anything else. Ah, but I guess that gives him more of an excuse to visit here more often. After all, it’s certainly a blessing for a commoner’s son to be friends with the Lord Commissioner, they wouldn’t be against their son to visit someone so powerful.”

His flattery certainly does not go undismissed, as Ayato could feel his cheeks heat up, “Please don’t speak of me so highly.” The shade of red that decorates his cheeks disappears as quickly as it comes, a breath of disappointment leaving his lungs, “I hope he finds his destined path of love well.”

When Ayato says this, Thoma just stares. Gaze unwavering and limbs not doing their familiar routine of cleaning up that it’s almost scary because he just stares at Ayato. So bad, he wants to tell the political figure that it’s him that you’re in love with. But, he keeps his promise to not tell him because you would for sure rip out Thoma’s windpipe if he dared to do so.

Finally, the housekeeper tears his eyes away from the higher up, bowing his head and taking the dishes away from the zataku to clean them. Thoma wants you to be happy and he also wants Ayato to be happy too. You nor the commissioner himself notices but it’s obvious how much Ayato relaxes in your presence to Thoma. He’s so fed up on how the two of you keep beating around the bush with longing stares, awkward laughter, and stuttering embarrassment to the point where he wants to scream at you both to just kiss already.

It even gets Thoma thinking: how can Ayato notice everything about the Kamisato housekeeper but not acknowledge how obviously smitten you were when it comes to him? Thoma had his suspicions beforehand and received five thousand mora from Yoimiya the day you decided to confront Thoma about your love for the Lord commissioner.

He so desperately wants to give that push to set you two up but he doesn’t want to go against your wishes, so he’ll just wait. Patience is rewarded, after all.

An exhausted groan seethes through your teeth as you trudge down the rock pathways, shoulder beginning to numb from the weight of the paper bag’s straps pulling down on your arm. The crow shrieks in your ear to hurry up before the fruit rots, into which you swat the bird with your free hand. You miss, of course, because it takes off the second your hand raises. It continues to squawk loudly, probably alerting the nearby residents with its shrill cries.

“Quit yapping, will you!?” You shout at the bird, throwing one of the many green onions in your grocery haul in its direction. The crow darts to the side with a mocking caw, diving down to fetch the vegetable before it hits the ground and swerving back to smack the side of your face with it. You growl in frustration, grabbing the green onion and using it to point at the bird, “Listen, if you don’t shut your beak, I’ll plant watermelon seeds into your stomach and use your stomach acid as water with your muscle being the dirt!”

The crow goes quiet at such a threat, a quiet chitter of obedience sputtering from it. You huff at the accomplishment of getting the bird to finally shut up, faltering when you hear whispers coming from the opened window sills. Your fingers twitch at the idea of more juicy gossip to share with Thoma, shuffling yourself so that you were under the window, just close enough to hear what the girls in the building were talking about.

“The Yashiro Commissioner!? Really..?” Her voice quickly shushes at the last word and by the way her voice begins to muffle, you take a gander that the tips of her fingers are pressed against her lips in surprise. At the mention of your friend, you're more confused than invested. ‘What did Ayato get into..?’ You think, deciding that the answer will soon spill from the ladies the more you listen.

“Yeah, I was shocked too.. I didn’t think that he would ever decide something like that. Especially considering... you know.” You weren’t sure what the other lady was hinting at but you would think it was related to his authoritative position, “But you know her, she’s never been one to lie! Everything she says has been true which makes her really credible.”

You press your back harder against the wall, the crow cocking its head in confusion. Before it could even chirp a complaint, a vine crawled up from the wall and wrapped around the bird’s beak, your vision glowing angrily. It understood the memo and its wings slumped in frustration, knowing it’ll be a while before you pry it off.

“I wish I was a noble.. anyone would be lucky to capture the heart of Kamisato Ayato. At least he found a person of his status to marry to.” Then everything began clicking the more you didn’t want it to, your heart dropping into shattered pieces like a glass cup hitting a wooden floor, “I can’t believe she managed to charm such a handsome man. Lucky~. So, so lucky.”

You can hear her voice swoon and your head does too but not in a positive way. You think you’re going to be sick. Every decision in your life was reflected on and criticized within seconds of standing there in shock. ‘Ayato is getting married. Did I even have a chance?’ If only you confessed earlier, if only you were just the slightest bit more obvious about your feelings, if only you let Thoma tell Ayato about how you felt about him, if only you tried just a smidge harder, if only- if only.. if only... if only you weren’t such a coward.

Feathers brushed against your cheek in what you assumed to be pity. Then, you realized the onslaught of tears dripping from your bottom eyelashes. Like shards of the rarest crystal marrow, they fell and continued to fall.

With a shaky step forward, you walked away from the window, small shrubbery growing beneath your feet. You didn’t want to listen anymore. All the information was clear. Ayato was going to marry and the person walking down the aisle wasn’t going to be you. The small hiccuping sob coming from yourself was dull in your ears as you trudged home, the crow shuffling closer to your face on your shoulder, reassuring you by nuzzling its beak into your hair.

When you got home that night, your mother was about to playfully scold you for coming home late but immediately faltered when she saw you crying at the doorstep with flowers sprouting at your feet. She rushed to your side and began wiping your tears after setting the bag of groceries down, then letting you sit down on the tatami mats. She was about to pluck the flowers from the wooden floors so they wouldn’t splinter too deeply into the wood before recognizing what type of flowers they were. Bleeding hearts. She glanced at you from over her shoulder and frowned. ‘That’s why you were hesitant about courting.’

…

It has been a few days since you found out about Ayato. You cried for a while.. well, for 4 hours straight before you passed out and awoke to the sun shining on your face, unwelcomed and irritating. However, cooping yourself up in your house was definitely not healthy and as much as you didn’t want to face the outside world just yet, you laid on the tatami mats contemplating whether or not to get up. In the end, your mother ushered you to go get some fresh air, telling you that “your skin will break out in acne if you don't bask in the sunlight.”

Footsteps slow, your head was hung as low as your eyebags, geta dragging against the rocky walkways. Inazuma City was as bustling as always, people chattering happily, the sounds of food sizzling within restaurants, merchants promoting anything new within their shops.. all of this was just your everyday encounters. Everything sounds so annoying now. All the noises are causing a headache but that was mostly because this was the aftermath of crying for so long. You wanted to go back home but you’re pretty sure your mother is still home and will shoo you away if you were to even be six meters nearby.

Lady Luck must also not be on your side today because your gaze was so fixed on the floor you didn’t even notice there was someone in front of you. A flash of expensive shoes was not enough of a warning as your forehead bumped into the back of the person. This person, however, must have such an impressive build because you recoiled while they didn’t even budge.

Just as you were about to apologize, you looked up and caught a glimpse of light blue hair that made you freeze. Your jaw closed and screwed itself shut, forcing you to keep that quiet “sorry” locked behind your teeth. The one person you didn’t want to confront just yet, was standing in front of you, a plastic cup filled with milk tea in his hands.

Feet shuffling to dodge his line of sight, you were certainly not fast enough to dodge his attention because he says your name in that same sickly, sweet voice you fell in love with. You almost want to punch him. It seems stupid, yes, but you are angry at yourself and you want to take it out on something. You could never be mad at Ayato, though. It’s not even his fault either way but your love for him will blind you by gouging out your eyes from their sockets.

Reluctantly, your body turns to him but your gaze doesn’t do the same, finding the onikabuto that crawls pathetically on the ground much more appealing to the eye. Probably because it’s currently reminding you of yourself. Fingers digging into your palm, you finally decide to acknowledge his presence, a small “Lord Kamisato..” rasping out of your mouth.

Now, Ayato doesn’t seem to notice a lot about your behavior if Thoma is telling the truth, but the way you say his title in a pained tone does not go past his head. Then, and only then, does he see the dry streak of tears highlighting your face and his whole world stops.

love that guy

[transmascaraa]

bf!lyney headcannons!

he had a dream about some romantic things the two of you could do, only to realize he's just sleeping in bed with you.

bf!lyney x gn!reader

author's note: why do i make so much lyney(i love him plus he doesn't have enough writes for himself imo) so i hope you enjoy this! BTW THIS IS NOT ANY TYPE OF ANGST😭 jusr lyney being the clingy bf he is

"ugh... why was it just a dream..."

-sleeping normally with your bf.

-his head on your belly, holding you close, while one of your hands was on his waist, and the other in his hair

-the two of you fall asleep like that almost every night(nobody is complaining)

-he was muttering some stuff under his breath that woke you up slowly, but didn't disturb him in his dreamland cuz he was smiling(adorable)

-slowly, he wakes up and sees the two of you laying in bed together

-realizing it was a dream, he buried his head in your chest

-a muffled "nooo" was all that was heard

-he dreamt of the two of you walking around the city of fonatine, holding hands, walking towards a big field of rainbow roses

-he lead you there and immediately pulled out a rainbow rose from behind your ear

-you two were so happy... smiling... laughing... so... romantic.

-you then laid on the grass, inhaling the scent of the beautiful rainbow roses which you oh-so-adored.

-cloudgazing together...

-laughing together...

-saying "i love yous"

-he was truly yours,

-and you were truly his.

-you're the same in the real world, but something about making such a beautiful day into just a dream?

-damn it.

-"what's wrong, lyn?" you asked as he finally got his head up and looked at you

-"i had a beautiful dream."

-"yeah?"

-"it wasn't real."

-"is there any way to make it real?"

-his ears perked up at the question, he faintly smiled and said:

-"well... yes, actually!" he was back with that warm smile you loved...

-"and how do i do that?"

-"let me tell you, mon amour..." he then started explaining it all and getting so lost in thought that you had to interrupt him.

-"does tomorrow sound good?"

-he smiled even more widely. that true, genuine smile of his...

-"sounds great, mon cœur!"

-"i'm glad..." you kissed his nose softly.

-"now go to sleep, and dream more dreams of us, it makes me happy to hear about them..." you added before you kissed the top of his head and closed your eyes.

-"goodnight, my dear... i love you..." he sleepily said, already drifting off to sleep.

-"i love you too, lyney..."

~~~~~

no way i had motivation for this

i quite like it despite not making it that long!!

now i wanna do something with gaming(the new genshin char lmao) or the leaked dahlia... i love them sm but they're gonna probably be ooc if i do it so🤷 idk i'll see