#gesnhin impact

[suguruplsr]

Let me be your cure

featuring.. Alhaitham

✰ ✰ ✰ You gave up on love after being affected with the infamous hanahaki. With pity and sadness slowly swallowing your life whole, you end up in the hospital. Reluctant to getting surgery. And your boring, sadly hot, doctor doesn't seem to care. At least until he finds himself thinking about you.

,, x fem!reader , reader had an ex fiancé who was shitty , fluff w/ angst + comfort , mentions of blood and bruises (caused by the disease) , purely fictional! i know nothing about how hospitals actually operate or if things in my story are or are not allowed! so as you read, remember its purely fictional!

+ disease used is called hanahaki! and it is fictional, and used in many fictional stories, like mine. in shorter terms, a character affected by this disease coughs up flowers and, usually, blood, because of rejection or the loved character not loving them, (without it being said too!). it’s mostly solved with the loved character realizing their love for mc and saving them. or in other cases, the mc getting surgery and losing feelings for the loved character.

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“Why are you staring?" You huff, making the gray-haired man in front of you nearly lose his composure. There’s no reason why someone like him should be stuck with some bratty woman. Okay, maybe he should have some sympathy. considering it’s a part of his job. “Ma’am, I'm just evaluating your physical health by sight for now.” You groan, turning your head away.

You’re literally going to die within this year and You can’t even at least get someone who is a bit more bubbly and nice to be around! not some cold guy with looks that could kill.

His eyes were unique. like targets or darts, probably? Your confuzzled mind couldn’t make sense of most things at the moment, but you felt strange underneath his gaze. intimidated. even without looking at him.

“Maybe if you wiped that scowl off your face, you wouldn't be in this situation. Probably drove the guy off." Alhaitham mutters. Yeah, yeah, it’s unprofessional, but he wasn’t disappointed with your reaction. His eyes lingered around your face, noticing how your tired, red eyes widened. But your lips curled, as if satisfied, mixing with the disbelief in your words. "Oh, you must be the funniest one around. What? Was I supposed to just smile? Say, 'Oh, I don’t mind, you’re fucking your secretary! Let’s plan our honeymoon, though!’ And hope to continue our romantic story?” You sneer, rolling your eyes dramatically.

“Well, it clearly didn’t work.” Alhaitham almost snickers. finding amusement in your extroverted attitude. He jots down a few more noticeable signs of your defect. Your lips look like they’ve been bit a lot, your nails are brittle, and your hair is frizzy and not taken care of. These are pretty normal things that the nurses should be able to help with. But he does eye the areas that aren’t just normal, like the bruises that reached to your neck or the ones on your arms that the gown does little to hide.

As you ramble on about your not-so-perfect love story, Alhaitham flips through the history of your visitors. It’s been three weeks since you were hospitalized, and there has been only one visitor since the day you came. which he’d assume was your mother or father. “Not a lot of friends or family?” He interrupts, his tone maybe a tiny bit softer than how firm it usually is. simply out of respect, of course. “Yeah, well, when you choose to die on your hill, not everyone wants to watch." You chuckle, smiling a bit.

He’d think that smile wouldn’t meet your eyes—cliche, right? But it did—a smile that wasn't too happy and an expression that wasn't too happy. But he merely hums in agreement, having no words of comfort and fixing his binder.

“Anyways, a female doctor will come and do a physical inspection before we prepare for your x-ray appointment in a few days. Although it seems that the roots of the flower may be growing and causing damage from the inside, His words make you waver, looking down at your lap. Was this really a good choice? It’s probably too late for surgery—not like you want one, but...

Alhaitham studies the visible emotions crossing your face before heading towards the door. “Make sure you ask for some food; you’re heavily malnourished."

The next few weeks have been bland. You wake up around 10 AM, and usually the nurse you’ve learned to call, Ms.Candace, is bringing your food inside and having a small conversation with you. Eventually, she begins the morning routine, doing your hair with a nice side of warm herbal tea. Chapstick, nails, and a light pair of pajamas, and then talking about what you’d like to do for the rest of your day.

But just when you think you won't ever have to see that snobby doctor,

“Unfortunately for you, you won’t be able to go outside.” Alhaitham steps into the room, clipboard in hand, and shoots a look of no remorse towards your huff. “And why not? I haven’t seen the light of day for what feels like months."You scoff, making the blue-haired woman beside you sigh. "Well, miss, your body is already becoming slower, and there’s signs you are getting weaker in general. I'm sure he’s just wanting to prevent your state from getting any worse.” Yet her sweet words do little to calm the bubbling feeling within your chest.

You shake your head as she goes to walk out, giving the gray-haired man one more look before the door closes. He ignores it, “Anyway, after the results of your recent checkups, the estimate of how much time you have left to live was determined. but I doubt it’ll affect you considering you’re one stubborn woman." Alhaitham raises his eyebrows at you, anticipating your rebuttal before you can even get it out. but instead, you suddenly get into a fit of coughs. It’s like an eruption within your chest. the tiny tree within, sending an array of attacks.

You hate it—the prickly feeling that wells up, like knives cutting your insides as flowers sputter and fall into the palm of your hand. Your eyes water from the odd sensation you’ve lived with, and you question yourself with the same old question you uttered the day you made your decision.

Was it worth it?

Was it worth sticking with a man who never had to even speak of his loss of love for you? The yellow carnations were enough. Symbolizing the rejection you’ve faced from him, something you never thought you’d ever have to endure after your relationship was taken to the next level,

Alhaitham had grabbed the new form of medication you were going to start using, a syringe filled with yellow liquid. He grabs your arm, his eyes quickly traversing around your body, especially your throat, for signs that may be more alarming than they should be. He looks into your eyes, seeing the panic and fear that have swelled within them. “I know it hurts, but breathe...” He whispers, keeping your arm firmly still as the syringe prickles into your skin. You look away in fright. You hate needles, but you hate this even more.

The spiky feeling in your throat slowly subsides as you spit out some blood. "I'm fine now...” Your croaky voice makes him jeer, swiftly grabbing a band-aid for the little spot of blood on your arm. "You aren’t. You’re, quite literally, dying. Although it seems like you may be dying way faster than I thought.” He sighs, moving around the room and grabbing a few of your medications. “We'll have to give you stronger medication to reduce the pain. I'll have Ms. Candace and a few other people come help you," he says, leaving almost as quickly as he came.

The nurses come in within a short time, the room bustling with movement and questions being directed towards you. The blood staining the pretty gold ring on your finger makes you finally wake up.

You’re actually dying.

And it’s for a man who swears he could never love you again.

Oh, how tricky fate can be with those stupid I love you's.

“How’re you feeling?” Alhaitham mumurs. You’ve been ignoring the man who sat in front of you, all silent, ever since the fiasco yesterday. You could only stare down at the ring around your finger, twisting it and sometimes daring to fully shed it off your finger.

You don’t have the guts to do that, even if he did. without any hesitation either.

“With how much you talk, I'm surprised you aren’t yelling at me for just existing.” He muses, his eyes flickering from his clipboard up to where you sit on the hospital bed. You don’t have the energy to banter with him, "I'm not that childish.” “You’d be surprised." His mutter makes you jolt, your face twisting into a pout.

“It sounds like you just have a problem with me!” you gibe. but Alhaitham’s eyebrow raises. as if you hit the target with that one. "Possibly," he mumbles, focusing back on the papers in front of him. Your fusses fall dead on his ears.

His problem with you wasn’t bad—more like pity. Something he rarely feels for patients, only understanding their situations, giving affirmations, and moving on. but he finds your situation simply ridiculous. Not only are you dying for a man who left you for another, but he doesn’t even have the respect to pay for your medical fees. Not to mention, literally, your mother was the one who paid, only stating to him that she has no plans on visiting and that he was allowed to do whatever once you died.

What a heartless woman!

“Since you’re so absorbed in that paper—“ “You must not have an ‘off’ button.” His eye twitches at the tone of your annoyance, all sickly and sweet. He could practically hear the joke Cyno would make. "Actually, I do. and it’s counting down. Speaking of, you never told me how long I have left.” Okay, maybe you were a bit funny. and it’s something that should definitely not make his lips almost form into a smile. However, he clears his throat, not bothering to flip through the mountain of pages. considering he already memorized the information. “Two months at least. With the rate at which your body is deteriorating, the best you’ll be able to last is maybe an extra week or two.

Alhaitham’s stomach strangely twists at the sight of your mood dampening once again. your head looking back down to your arms, and your lips pressed tightly together. But it wasn’t like he cared; it’s just interesting to see how fast the light can disappear from one’s eyes. something he realized long ago that he'd see a lot of.

It’s probably just from how tense the room got all of a sudden. nothing he can’t handle.

Before you know it, droplets of tears fall onto the blanket bunched around your lap, like a rainfall that just doesn't stop. no matter how fast you bring your hands up to wipe them away. "Sorry, I'm just going—" “Go ahead. I see it every day." Alhaitham doesn’t let you argue. He pulls out a small handkerchief from his chest pocket, inscribed with the letter A in cursive. but he doesn’t mind your slight humiliation, or whatever it is making you uncomfortable in front of him, looking away and grabbing a piece of paper.

Once your blurry eyes are clear, you see that he has left you in silence, leaving behind a sheet of paper. clutching the white cloth, you read the words, a smile blooming on your face. Make a bucket list.

“Abiding by our policies, you can’t get your nails painted.” Alhaitham shuts down the 20th idea you had. He sat in the chair in front of you, avoiding the glare you threw at him and skimming through the third row. Maybe she should’ve predicted that a dying person would want to do exactly, one hundred and one, things before their death.

But it’s not like he’s done this before.

"Okay, what, can I do?!” You huff, already fed up with the word ‘no’. "Well, since you can’t go out, we can watch that movie, ’scream’, here." Alhaitham sighs, watching how your whole mood lit up, your eyes almost sparkling. This is going to be a long two months.

“mhm! what else.” You giggle, clapping your hands together. It’s almost comical to him to see how expressive you are. Looking back down at the paper he held, he began picking out some of the activities you would be able to do.

And in the end, you ended up winning him over in a few things, like being able to use some make-up for fun, more movies, specific snacks that you’ll have to eat at very specific times, board games that you convinced him to play with you, and basically anything and everything that you can do with the tiny little home of your room.

You even managed to persuade the silver-haired man to let you get some press-on nails. nails, which Candace, thankfully, went out to buy. but surprisingly, the doctor decided to put them on you himself. since Ms.Candace was attending to another patient and he had some free time. Well, at least that was his excuse. Not like you know, he was simply curious to see your excitement over something so small.

“That one fits the ring finger more.” You correct Alhaitham again, making him squint his eyes, mumbling under his breath, and moving his fingers to hold your hand firmer. And you just so happen to be right. He sets it aside carefully, putting it in the line of pretty pink and black gemmed nails. He picks up the last smaller nail, the one that finally fits your index finger perfectly.

“Isn’t it pretty?” You smile, adoring the nails, as he concentrates on applying the fake nails. He gives a low tsk, a faux look of confusion on his face. "Well, I dunno, they’re kinda...” he trails off, a neatly structured, stoic expression on his face that makes you roll your eyes. “They’re cute!” “If you say so.” Your adorable little glare makes him want to egg you on, but he stays silent for now.

Wait— Adorable? Maybe he has a headache from your nagging or something; there is nothing to worry about now.

You study his expression unknowingly; your eyes just so happened to need something to latch onto. And he’s clearly got a nice view. better than the nails. The small scrunch of his eyebrows is obviously dedicated to something so simple that it almost concerns you. Even the way he holds your hands up is tender, contrasting with his slightly calloused hands. He has a beautiful face too, and you think you can see some muscles hidden under his coat.

Sculpted so gorgeously. Funny, for such a snarky man.

“How old are you?” You blurt out, looking up at him as he glances at you in confusion. “Why?” He asks softly, almost done with your second hand as you contemplate. “Just curious.” “Curiosity killed the” “but satisfaction brought it back.” You finish before he can fully say the little saying. A small smirk of victory forms on your lips when he gives you a look that just radiates sass.

“Twenty-seven.” He gruffed. Perfect. “How did you even become a doctor so young?" You question him, a look of surprise crossing your face as he shrugs. “A few golden opportunities.” “Wait, are you not going to ask me how old I am?” You’re so clueless, Alhaitham thinks. “I’m your doctor. You must really not have a brain.” And you scoff at his words, but yet another question pops into your head. “Anyways! Favorite color?” “Are you serious, right now?" “If you don’t answer, I will personally file a complaint." "Green."

You two eventually ended up having a long conversation, with you asking him questions and him answering reluctantly. But what made it so long was him turning it on you and asking a few questions that you gladly responded to. All the while, he held one of your hands, not ever thinking to let go and just studying the ring you still wear. What a bubbly woman you are.

Alhaitham nearly let a curse out to the man who wronged you when you mentioned him once. He doesn’t care much, but how can someone be so stupid?

Alhaitham looks at the time on his watch. Two-thirty. Zipping up his lunch box, he heads towards the elevator, making a small stop in the room full of medicines. He ignores the calls in his name from other doctors or nurses who simply want to know more about the quiet man. He hates spending his breaks around people. Sadly, this just so happens to be one of the times when he’d love to have his headphones.

But duty calls.

He taps the button to go to the ninth floor, where your room is. Today is your movie day. That just so happened to land on Friday, the thirteenth too. He swipes through his notes, finding the password to his Hulu subscription. He only bought that for the movie series you like to watch on the smart TV installed in your room. *’Scream’ was it? Today you two were watching the fifth one, and you somehow logged him out for the third time within a week. Ms. Candace said you were snooping through the account settings or something like that.

What a hassle you are!

He reaches the high floor after a few seconds, making his way to your room and memorizing the password that he surprisingly always forgets. But, when he opens the door, he’s greeted with the sight of you fast asleep. Something makes him dread the energy you’ll have later in the evening, but he’s mindful of your rest. Placing his bags on the table silently and taking off his coat, he put it on the hook of the door.

The silence within your room is nice, for once. Usually, only the tension of your attitude or sadness would lie in the silence of this room. But only your light snores and the small drag of a chair were heard. Alhaitham moves to sit in a corner, thinking about leaving and having an extended break or waiting for you until you wake. But he picks the latter, crossing his arms and legs, leaning back, and letting his eyes drift onto your figure.

His mind was maybe a bit more active than before. He doesn’t know why, but he finds himself thinking of you more often: your health, your many expressions, your cheeky smiles, the dumb stuff that comes out of your mouth, and your eyes. To him, eyes are the purest form of honesty. like how yours can look like saucers when you’re shocked or diamonds when you're happy. or a pit of sadness.

Sadness. Alhaitham would think your only source of sadness in life was that fiancé of yours. Well, ex by now. A man who caused you so much pain that you’ve decided to live and die with. How could you ever love again if you’re so committed like this? But Alhaitham won’t ask you such things, out of respect, of course. It’s not like he’ll be pondering over them in a few weeks.

He shakes off the weird thoughts, dozing off.

You woke up to the sight. ‘What a sight for sore eyes.’ You quote in your head. You almost want to wipe away your eyes with how fine that man looks. Despite how creepy it was to notice the doctor in the corner of your room, His head was leaned against the wall, and his body stilled like stone as he slept. And his arms—Oh his arms. His arms were practically bulging out the scrubs he wore, so muscular. You almost want to touch them. Well, at least you know he keeps up with his gym regimen. Good thing he’s sleeping; now you can admire him more.

“You must have a staring problem.”

Maybe not.

His voice was a bit raspy, laced with tiredness as his eyes fluttered open, straight to you. “Why didn’t you wake me?” You divert him. Eyes away from him with an obvious flustered expression on your face. Alhaitham’s lips tug into a tiny, knowing smile, humored. But he decides to play along and not tease you any longer. “I’m not going to interfere with a patient's sleep.” He sighs, standing tall and going to put back on his coat. He checks the time. 4 PM.

“Before you watch your movie full of blood, you need your dosage.” Alhaitham ignores your whine in response, picking up the wrapped syringe in his white bag. “Ugh, why do I have to do three a day anyway? I’m feeling well.” You huff, holding out your arm as he walks to you, closing your eyes in anticipation. “That’s exactly why.” He mutters, holding your arm gently. “Breathe.” He says it softly, feeling your fast heartbeat on your wrist. “I clearly am." "Well, calm down.”

You purse your lips, complying and taking some deep breaths. Once his thumb presses the familiar spot between your forearm and arm, you feel the prick in your skin. Then comes the tingly feeling of fluid entering your body. You shiver, unexpectedly clutching his hand as your chest tightens. Alhaitham watches in interest, allowing you to hold onto him until the pain passes. "Can we watch that movie now?" You mumble, making him give your hand a final squeeze before letting go.

He grabs the remote on the table, turns on the TV, and flicks through the streaming services. “Hmm, I’m not sure. I think you like looking at something else,” he offhandedly mentions, giving you a small jab at your earlier actions and glancing down at the little funny face you gave him. “Oh c’mon!”

“What? It was just an assumption."

“But! Ugh!”

“Again!” You groan before Alhaitham can even slot his red chip into the blue holder. You’ve lost maybe five or six games of Connect Four now, sitting at this stupid table with this stupid game for maybe an hour and a half. "No, I can do it." Alhaitham says this while sitting back into his chair with that signature cross of his legs. “And why is that?” “It’s getting late.” And you pout, laying your head on the table as he watches you.

Those little target-like eyes of his drill into you. Moreso, the purple veins that have formed on your neck over the past month The area is dark, and the veins are even darker. There were parts of your body that suffered from the disease; your health was deteriorating so badly that it made him sick. You’ve become slower, unable to even stay awake for longer than eight hours. He and Ms. Candace have been hovering over you with every last second of your life, with the knowledge that you could drop dead at any moment.

“Not a good look, huh?" You murmur, feeling awful under his watchful gaze. And Alhaitham’s cocks his head, not entertained by your words. “Did I say that?”

"It's on your face."

“You have poor judgment, then."

And your face scrunches up, looking at him with an annoyed look. “What else would you think, then?” Alhaitham bites his tongue. something he doesn’t do a lot. Well, not at all. It’s not like him to interfere with a patient's choice, but...

“I’d think that you should get that operation.” He sighs, not bothering to take his eyes off you as you turn your head away. “Doctor. You know I—“ “Are you seriously letting a man who isn’t here dictate how your life ends?” He scoffs, letting a tone of disbelief creep into his voice before realizing his own words. But Alhaitham doesn’t correct himself.

He was already correct.

"Okay, well, why do you care? And yes, I know you’re my doctor and everything, but, you don’t act like this." You give him a pointed look, sliding the lever of the blue grid and letting the coins fall into the bin. “I’m just saying. Anyone in their right mind would at least be honest with you about this.” Alhaitham shrugs, but the truth is that he truly could not stand to see you like this. So in his right mind, he did the least he could do.

It's not like you know his true feelings.

You ponder over his words, playing with the ring on your left hand. He was right. But perhaps you expected too much from that damned man, the man you fell in love with classically, high school sweethearts who swore to marry, and oh, how so close you were to that dream.

Not every story has a happy ending.

But who were you to let some shitty man write your story’s ending while he goes to some fucking island with his fucking bimbo?

An idiot is what you’d be.

“Sure.” You whisper, bringing your elbow up and laying your head on your hand. Alhaitham gives you a look of satisfaction, a knowing smile forming on his face as he stands up. “I knew you weren’t that dumb.” “You know nothing!” You scoff, your chest bubbling with excitement for your future as you get ready to put away the board game. But he pulls the grid towards him and says, "You won’t need this here. I’ll just take it home.” He says it casually, making you pause.

“But it was a gift to me? Why—" “Do you seriously not know how to take a hint?” What’s with this man always interrupting you? You scowl. Hint? What hint—"Oh, wait—are you like, inviting, me over or something?” And Alhaitham only makes a sound of agreement, dropping the chips in the bin into the box. “yea, and I won’t be your surgeon, obviously. But once the day of your appointment comes, you won’t see me around. Just talk to Ms. Candace after they release you."

Alhaitham cleans up as you tuck yourself into bed, playing the background show of your choice before leaving with a small click of the door.

You can’t believe it. You aren’t dying in three weeks. and you’re going on a date. Well, in a month, but still!

“Um, should I just call him? I don’t want you to trouble you any longer. You were dressed in a fine black dress that Candace willingly gave to you. Your body healed after the operation within a few weeks of rest and food. You hadn’t seen the doctor—well, Alhaitham—since the day before your appointment.

So basically, a long time.

But after getting released from the hospital, Candace took you in and helped you familiarize yourself with life. And she just so happened to tell a specific man that you made a full recovery. which his immediate reply was, for you to come over to his house for dinner.

It was about time for him to properly pursue you.

“Oh? You must be eager to see him. He’s just a little car ride away, but if you insist, Candace teases, her eyes glimmering in amusement as she hands you your phone. You look at yourself in the mirror again; it feels so refreshing to actually see yourself healthy, not scrawny and filled with scotches of purple on your skin.

You spent over an hour in the mirror, buttering yourself up with some light makeup of your choice and admiring yourself.

You take the phone from her hand, chewing on your bottom lip nervously as you get to his contact. "There is no need to be nervous. I’m sure he’d swoon just from the sound of your voice.” She smiles, making you laugh, and clicks the call button. "Oh, please, he’s not that—

"You finally called."

You shiver at the sound of his voice. Who the hell answers the phone so quickly? “Sorry, but, uh, I was wondering if you could come pick me up." You aren’t sure how the tone of your voice got meek so quickly, but for some reason, it makes him chuckle. “*yea? I’m already on my way.” Maybe you were too sick to realize how hot his voice actually is, even just on the phone.

Candace notices how stiff you are, clearly flustered and shy. She leans to the phone and says, “What a gentleman you are! I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you! She might lose her head if you don’t hurry.” She sings, clicking the red button as you fall into her hug.

You two talk about some things you might be interested in doing in the future, like continuing your career and education in technology or finding a job soon so you can get out of her hair. It really feels nice, like you’re actually becoming something rather than being a little housewife with a fiancé who never took the time to love you.

You drift away from the conversation on cereal before milk when you hear a honk outside. Candace jumps up, holding your hand and guiding you to the door. “I feel like a mother,” she smiles, making you give her a grin. “You’re younger than me!” “But I’m wiser. Have a nice night, hun.” She opens the door for you, giving you the sight of a Black Cadillac parked beside her driveway.

You walked down the driveway nervously, clutching the sides of your dress with your purse in your other hand. Just as you reach the car, Alhaitham gets out, walking around to open your door but stopping you with a hand just barely ghosting your waist.

You two stare into each other's eyes, a light breeze blowing through the evening air as he looks you up and down. while you do the same. It felt like a blessing to be able to see his figure without those stupid scrubs. He wore a gray button-up with black slacks, simple but fitting. with some small amounts of jewelry that complement him well. Before you can even try your hand at being confident, he speaks before you: “You look decent." "I spent over two hours on this outfit! And you say, "Decent?"You huff playfully, the weight of your heart already dissipating when he gives an airy laugh, opening the door.

“Then I apologize..gorgeous." “That is so corny.” You jest, despite the increase in blood flowing to your cheeks. “I tried. But I was honest.” He sighs, almost disappointedly, but is careful of your legs before closing the door. Your mind races as you get comfortable in the car, noticing the light scent of cologne. How fancy.

At least it was better than those strong perfumes. like a dark, regal scent, but brisk.

“I was hoping to make you dinner, and then we can play another game I bought for you.” Alhaitham gets in, buckling up before giving Candace, who stood at her door, a small wave. “Yea?” “Yea.” You smile bashfully, your cheek bones betraying you as you hold your hand out. “I’d like that.” And Alhaitham returns your smile, examining your hand.

No ring. But he already has one in mind.

It’ll be silver.

He puts his hand in yours, interlocking it and squeezing firmly. “And I promise you’ll love it.”

Hopefully, you’ll love him too.

[starringjazz]

Traveling with genshin men ❈

Tw: touchy interactions, cussing, blood

NUEVILLETTE ✽

“Nuevi what if we fall?” You ask a bit concerned on the structure of the water transport in Fontaine. Nuevilette smiles sweetly at you, “we won’t..but if we do I’ll catch you.” He takes your hand and guides you to the chair. You sit down but it’s crowded so he pulls you to his lap. You start to blush a bit. The water transport stops and you walk out. “Baby we’re so far away though” He stares at you confused. You forget this man is also a water dragon. “You know how to swim don’t you?” “Uhm” He carries you and puts the luggage on you back. He jumps into the water and you scream “ WAIT WAIT WAITTTT AHHHHHH” He puts a bubble around your head and dives deep in the water” you are amazed at all of the sea creatures and beautiful corals and treasure. You finally reach your destination. He pops the bubble and kisses your cheek. “Atlast we are in our destination”

KAZUHA ･:* ೫̥♡*

You’re walking to the town of Liyue and you stumble upon some greedy treasure hoarders. You left y/w (your weapon) at home, so you weren’t prepared for a fight. Kazuha looked at the treasure hoarders and asked “Do you know what you are about to do?” The treasure hoarders said “SHUT UP AND GIVE US ALL OF YOUR MONEY” One of the treasure hoarders grabbed you and covered your mouth. Kazuha snapped “you insignificant bitches..” he murmured. “One step closer and I’ll throw a pyro potion at your little girl” He looked your way and smirks “Nice body..might have fun with you before I—" Kazuha ultimately swirls and whips his sword another time, which gathers all of the hoarder and boom they hit the floor. Blood gushing out from heads arms and backs and they’re defeated. The big hoarder who was holding you drops you and poofs away. You get up and Kazuha pulls you with anemo and cups your face and checked you for any cuts. His flower is the most important thing to him. “We’re gonna move flower” “okay” you hug him while he carries you to the town.

WRIOTHESLEY ✮

Wriothesley is the type of man to hold your hand, shoulder, head, neck, or waist while walking. If you’re walking through trees and branches? He moves your head down. A hilichurl throws a rock at you? He moves you by the waist. It’s safe to say that this man will not let anyone put a finger on you. He’s so protective! You want an apple? He picks it for you. Like calm down!! You hold onto him to reassure him that your safe. Sometimes there are slimes bouncing toward you and you say “awww so cute!!” You walk over to pet one and Wriothesley OBLITERATES THEM. “OH MY GOSH” you cover your mouth. “What’s wrong with you?!” You yell. “Your naive mind” he says.

WANDERER (he’s still bossy (ꐦ°᷄д°᷅) ) ｡･*･:♪

He holds your hand as you fly. That’s it. He literally doesn’t see the importance of walking so he grips you hand and flies. “IT BURNNNS IT BURRRRRNNNS” You scream. He just rolls his eyes and let’s go. “AHHHHHHH” He catches you..”Now do you want to hold my hand?” You sniff being dramatic but kinda not because you literally almost died. “Uh huh” He smirks and continues to fly.

A/N HELLO? Thanks for 100+ likes on my other post!!!

[jinxiijenz]

Midnight Kisses — feat. Emotional Kaveh

[sashimi--chan]

i can't draw boys so i draw their hands!

[shiyuu21]

Venti 🍃

I finally got some time to finish this work, please consider checking out my other social medias ;w; I will post more on twitter but mostly fanarts, my oc x cc content will remain on the instagram though heh— occasionally I'll post them on the twitter! But for now, have a Venti and a great day ahead of you! 🍃 May the winds bless your travels and let the wind lead !

[tor1su]

tighnari fell asleep during their match so cyno pulled out his custom made life size tcg card

ref:

[ddengart]

Yelan

[s-hera]

Genshin impact size Headcannon!

~ Character(s). Diluc Ragnvindr, Arattaki Itto, Pantalone "Regrator", Dottore "Doctor", Zhongli "Morax".

~ Tags. Smut, 18+, Dick Headcannon.

~ an. I removed childe and scara and please do join my event :D

Diluc Ragnvindr

— Curvy and has a pink tip. he likes to keep it trim and we'll cleaned.

— Length is 7.3 When not hard and 7.7 when hard, he's a shower too. The Girth is just perfect for the length, not skinny nor fat.

— Knows how to use it and is experienced too.

Arattaki Itto

— OMFG girthy asf<3

— His tip almost have the same color as his skin but a little bit darker.

— 8.5 from 8.9, also a shower, Big girthy cock that would give you a big fucking bulge that can be easily seen.

Pantalone "Regrator"

— Daddy<3

— Soft Dom but at the same time kinda mean, I know this was only supposed to be a size hcs but I can't help my self.

— Long and slender, I'm not sure about the tip, I need to see more picture of him</3

— 7.9 inch when hard, like hard hard. Sexy cock, it's kinda on the skinny side but not that skinny.

— but he doesn't really know how to use it, La Signora doesn't have sex with him and he's always busy making money and not babies</3 (fic soon?)

Dottore "Doctor"

— light blue hair.

— has vein but girth is skinny but the length makes up for it, around 7.6

— is actually toying with it, he has different types of dick toys and also tried to experiment something with his cum.

— his cum is salty and it's not thick.

Zhongli "Morax"

— do y'all know that dragons have two cocks.

— biggest cock especially on his hybrid form (half dragon, half human. I don't like the idea of getting fucked by a literal dragon.)

— thickest cock = thickest cum

— size is like 9.3 inch on his human form and 10.8 inch in his hybrid.

— definitely need to prep you before diving in.

© 2022 by s-hera━ all rights reserved! comments, likes, and reblog are highly appreciated. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

[aetheve]

unneeded opinions.

when someone critiques the hairstyle you gave them.

cast: diluc, kaeya, itto, childe, xiao, childe, ayato, and kazuha.

warnings: childe kills somebody, not on your behalf it was an order so more coincidence. maybe ooc kazuha.

DiLUC RAGNViNDR! slammed the empty cup he was washing against the wooden table. he scoffed at the audacity of the drunkard, slightly taken aback by it. "i believe it is time for you to go. as a matter of fact, we're closing now."

KAEYA ALBERiCH! flipped his coin; heads, he thought when he caught it. "i don't believe it's any of your business how i decide to style my hair, hm?" he laughed, resting a hand on the man's shoulder, before scaring the pair with a glare.

iTTO ARATAKi! was overjoyed, they too saw your talent? he grinned, giving the girls a thumbs up. after his work in the area was complete, he made a quick detour to tell you all about the encounter, the encounter he misunderstood completely.

XiAO! knew it must have been a strange thing to see. him, a fear yaksha, wearing such childish hair accessories. his cheeks reddened at the thought of it, until he heard the insult that came with it. he rolled his eyes, teleporting away from them to you, the one that found him 'pretty' no matter what.

CHiLDE! yawned, bored of their chatter. he wore the hairstyle you gave him proudly and wouldn't waste his time on those without taste. he quickly slit the spy's throat and made his way. job complete.

AYATO KAMiSATO! found their words to be amusing. he wondered why something that was none of their business bothered them so much. "ah, yn. my love, there you are, i was wondering if you'd take the time to style my hair from now on? many treasure it just as much as i."

KAZUHA KAEDEHARA! frowned at the words they used to describe your work. harsh, i doubt they even understand their meaning. he pouted slightly, staring at the scrolls he held (filled with all the accurate words to describe your handiwork.) perhaps he'd spare them a vocabulary lecture.

[genshinribu]

[thepaperpanda]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 27 - Love Bites || Tighnari x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: Hide hickeys isn't always a good idea, especially when your boyfriend wants the entire world to know who you belong to.

Warnings: smut

Word count: 461

Author: Cass

A/N: The prompt for today is: Biting

Tighnari can bite.

You can't say it bothers you all that much. Actually, you're probably used to it by now.

Each of your personal activities results in one or more bite marks on your body.

It's not a big deal because you can easily hide the evidence under your clothes so no one can tease you, but it did catch Tighnari's attention.

After all, he's doing this to ensure that everyone knows you're his and that you remember the nights you spent with him... but you conceal them?! Oh, he won't put up with this kind of behavior. Of course, he already knows how to solve this minor issue.

As simple as it is for you to conceal the bite marks, you prefer to expose your neck and shoulders to the world. It is more of a personal preference, which he intends to use against you.

This night is no different from any other.

Tighnari always knows how to get to you, so you end up face down and assuaged as he pounds you hard.

As he hits all the right spots inside you, his every thrust makes you see stars. He perfectly fills you up, as evidenced by the bulge in your belly. Tighnari's fingers play with your clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves just to make you moan for him louder.

You dare to whimper as his teeth sink into the soft skin of your shoulder, leaving an indelible mark. Then you feel the same thing on your neck before he moves to the opposite side and bites into your neck and shoulder again.

"Now, let's see what you're going to do about these," he purrs into your ear before biting into your nape.

This actually pushes you over the edge, and you start moaning his name as if it is a prayer.

Tighnari proudly smiles at the sensation of your walls squeezing him. He quickly follows your release, filling you to the brim with his cum.

Oh, he hadn't finished with you yet!

The next day, you frown at yourself in the mirror.

Your neck is covered in teeth marks and other signs of a wild night that you can't easily conceal. Fortunately, your shoulders appear to be in good condition.

You sigh and dig through your clothes, eventually finding a bandana. You can at least use it until your neck looks more presentable.

Tighnari approaches you as soon as you put on the bandana and snatches it off. "This will come in handy today, Y/N. In addition, your neck looks fantastic today. There's no need to conceal it," before walking away, he shrugs.

You sigh again as you watch him leave, mentally preparing for a long day at work full of strange questions.

[vermillionbun]

A kitten’s savior 1/2

Catboy!Xiao x reader

Warning: a bit of swearing, blood, suggestions of past abuse, on the angstier side on the first part(I promise it’ll get better in the next part scratch that, in the future)

Part 2

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Cold. Pain. Lonely. Betrayed. That’s what Xiao felt. His last owner promised they wouldn’t abandon him too. He was always tossed around. Too aggressive. Too cold. Too overprotective. That’s what they all said, except his last owner. Or so he thought.

They always pet his head, reassuring him that they won’t leave. Scratching under his chin while cooing at him, spilling praises of how good he’s been at protecting the house from mice and other invasive pests. Yet, one unfateful day, he woke up to his owner pacing around in the living room, talking over the phone with someone unknown to him. ‘Possibly a friend?’ he had thought at the time. ‘But why did they seem mad?’ was his next thought.

“Seriously, do I HAVE to keep him? He’s so annoying. He’s always so clingy all the time and won’t stop following me every second I’m home. Not only that, but no matter how much I trim them, his claws always grow back at an alarming speed and they hurt like shit! Like, c’mon, I cut them off 3 days ago and when he went to grab onto my hand I ended up with several bloody cuts! Sure, he may be useful to catch rats, mice and other insects, but I cannot DEAL with this pest anymore! I’m putting him down tomorrow. It’s better for everyone if he didn’t exist”.

That was it. That’s what confirmed his suspicions and he bolted through the closest window. Glass shattering echoed throughout the house, alerting any living being inside of what happened. His owner, if they can even be called that now, knew it was hopeless to chase after Xiao, so they let it be, huffing in annoyance about having to get the window fixed.

Xiao had already seen his owner getting more and more irritated by the day. His gut feeling was screaming at him that it was HIS fault. HE was the source of their irritation, but Xiao ignored it. He didn’t want to believe it, the person who he trusted, who finally gave him the affection he craved, lied straight to his face, but reality always catches up to everyone at some point, even to Xiao.

Tears clouding his eyes, he didn’t know where he was going, nor did he care. Anywhere was better from where he was previously. Despite the blood trickling down his fur and rain stinging on his wounds and making his fur even heavier, he ran with the wind. To the common eye it would just look like a black and green blur, a blur going between and over any obstacles in it’s way. But eventually the adrenaline wore off and the hunger and exhaustion from the panic and running settled in.

He layed down on the cold concrete under the top of an open trashcan to shelter from the rain. His wounds stung as they potentially got infected from the dirty ground, but there wasn’t much he could do. Every muscle in his small feline body was screaming, fur matted with blood uncomfortably sticking to his flesh, but he didn’t have the energy to do anything about it, or anything for that matter. Xiao slowly succumbed to slumber as a small pool of blood was pooling around him.

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You were going home back from work, an umbrella in hand shielding you from the rain. You had earbuds in your ears, blasting music to make the trip back home a bit more interesting.

You passed by a small supermarket, reminding you that you’ll have to go shopping to restock the fridge soon. Lost in thought, making a mental list of what you’d need to buy off the top of your head, a strong washed out metallic smell hits you. You look around, but there doesn’t seem to be anyone injured on your front or sides, so you turn around going a few steps back to the supermarket you just passed. The closer you got the stronger and clearer the smell got. 

Right next to the supermarket there’s an open trashcan, but the sight bellow the hanging lid is what horrified you. There layed a small black and green kitten with a vibrant red fur around it’s eyelids. It layed in small pool of it’s own blood, some small gashes gushing blood and others being clogged by pieces of glass.

You reach a hand out, placing it near the kittens neck searching for a pulse, which it thankfully had, albeit a slow one. A small sigh escapes your lips as hope of saving the small feline’s life shines in your eyes as you pull out your phone and search up on google maps where the closest vet is. To your luck, the closest was a 10 min walk away from you.

Gently picking up and cradling the cat in your arms, you ran faster than you ever thought you could, desperately hoping to get to the vet in time to save the small creature in your arms.

[xiaophilia]

❝Existence ❞

‣ Note! Ahahaha hi.

✎...Includes: A lot x Gender neutral reader!

❬Information: Nope nothing heavy so far so no need for utc :D ❭

Curious and adventurous. That's what Aether is.

Always on and about, constantly hopping from one place to another accompanied along by his fairy friend and sometimes even with party members he's made friends with along the way.

He's traveled far and beyond in order to find his beloved sister, and along his travels, he's experienced many things and encountered many people and one of those encounters being.. Gods or...atleast creatures that are considered close to being Gods.

They striked a slight fascination within him and he can't help but ask a question, a question he knows he can just ask the God's he's encountered so far but he knew it would be too rude..."What are Gods?"

Are they a benevolent existence which no mortal mind can comprehend? Are they undying—immortal, creatures far more superior to mortals? Or maybe supreme beings that rules and possesses command over the world...? Or are they perhaps entities who controls everything...

It's unclear.

But one thing is for sure. He knows that you must fear them.

There were many Gods in Teyvat, many of which who who had passed and to Aether it was funny after all they weren't so immortal now weren't they?

They fought, killed and destroyed, some doing it for what they deem is right yet it seems that they've created more wrong than right. Fighting like animals just so in order to secure a spot within the divine seats of Celestia, a fight for power, a fight for supremacy, a vicious and terrifying war between the strong where many had lost their lives, Gods, humans, and animals alike. All of the destruction, all for power.

Greed and desire was what lead to their downfall. He found it truly terrifying to see what these emotions can do, especially when Gods can feel them too.

Which begs another question, "are we so different from them at all?" He's starting to doubt that they are. "Is a god truly worth fearing if they find themselves tempted with humanly emotions and desires?" These questions plague his mind.

Within Aether's journey there were many tales he encountered, some of which narrated about God's fighting amongst themselves for power, the Archon wars were certainly one of them. Along with them were tales in which Gods were all slain by humans. Which for him seemed to be begging for another pair of questions, "are God's truly omnipotent if they were to be slain by humans?" "And is there any existence far more superior than these..."Gods"?"

He knew there wasn't.

Of course there weren't, not until he discovered about them.

Uncovered hidden amongst a ruin he found accidentally, within the ruins he discovered worn out scriptures and textbooks detailing about an unknown God and how the world and everything within it was created for this God's sole entertainment. The papers told of a prophecy in which an outlander of no connection to world will appear within Teyvat carrying the God's essence and will bring change to the world. And as surprising as the discovery was what shocked him the most was a drawing which he didn't even notice, not until Paimon pointed it out.

Along with the paper came with a painting depicting the so called outlander, drawn on a piece of thin yet long slab of rock showed a person donning a long braided hair carrying a sword. It had an uncanny resemblance to Aether himself despite it having no color, the black ink used detailed features that he himself possessed.

Bewildered and confused he found himself coming to the conclusion. The outlander was him and he was carrying the essence of whoever this God might be.

Aether planned on finding out more but before he could, the ruin started to collapse, the ground shook as the pillars within the ruins started to tremble. Aether grabbed all that he could before rushing out to the exit and upon doing so, he looked back. The ruin wasn't there anymore. As if it was never there in the first place. Gone. Vanished into thin air.

Then and there did he decided that he was going to find out more about this God.

EHehehe bye.

[jinxiijenz]

Exception Kisses

[micheya]

Albedo x reader | mindlessly in love

Albedo x reader (no pronouns mentioned)

Synopsis: A short one on Albedo mindlessly realising he has feelings for you (at the time of writing this i hadn't had an ending and cut it abruptly into a drabble)

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"Ah..." Albedo murmurs

"Does big brother Albedo miss Y/n?"

It was almost a bit silly. How such a nation proclaimed genius had taken so long to come to such a simple conclusion. His figure paused mid pour of one liquid in a flask to another, his lips open ever so slightly in the realisation.

By then he was alone in his lab again, Klee down in Mondstadt, surely by now with you, rambling with glee to you her new favourite sister. Something about you being a part of the family. Something about how much he loves you. How much he wants to marry you.

"Oh dear..."

Hhis eyes close for a moment, in response to his own flustering thoughts, he had hoped Klee hadn't spoken anything of the sort to you, but the child had lose lips, and a surprisingly sharp intuition. To think he'd even stand a chance of secrecy with a girl who sows explosions in every step she takes was just impractical. His cheeks seemed to increase ever so slightly in temperature yet again.

"Hm," a sound of nonchalant realisation left his lips, looking down to what should have been his notes for his current experiment he figured he'd have to redo them yet again, "I think I'll take a walk." He hoped the bite of the cold would clear his head, and the mental rest would bring him back to focus. He couldn't be giving Timaeus and Sucrose notes filled with sketches of you.

"Albedo!" You unconsciously smiled. He hadn't meant to take an entire trek down the mountain, he was meant to only clear his head, not find his way to you. "Big brother Albedo!" Klee giggled from your back, her broad smile matching yours, almost as if filled with lo- "Ahem" he coughed, he supposed he'd might as well make the most of his time with you two.

[boxersoftheangels]

arlebina graphics !

art credit; blkventi

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