#not genshin but shh who cares

[the-massive-simp]

gignatic bf using tiny gf as a fleshlight? streching her inside wide open.

omg this idea is so good, thank you anon for sharing this! I hope you like this♡

warnings: nsfw. no pronouns or anatomy mentioned for reader.

♡requests open♡

He lowers you on his fat cock, his muscular arms holding your waist because he knows you won't have the strength to bounce on his dick on your own. He's so thick that you feel split in two, stretched to your limit, but it feels too good to tell him to stop. He slowly increases the pace, moving you faster on his dick, using you as his special fleshlight. You moan shamelessly, too lost in the moment to think about anything that isn't him or his dick or the immense amount of pleasure he's giving you. He moves one of his hands on your abdomen, rubbing it slightly.

"Look at it love, I'm so deep inside of you. Can you feel me filling you up completely?"

He presses the hand on the bulge that his enormous dick is creating in you. It feels so good that the knot that was growing in your belly snaps and you come undone on his cock.

"Aw my pretty baby is already cumming? You're so good for me darling, so good"

He then lifts you off his cock almost completely and then he slams you back down. You feel him twitching, and you know he's getting closer to his orgasm. He repeats the movements again and again, making you cry out his name from the oversimulation. He shushes you and he keeps fucking you, murmuring sweet praises in your ear. You feel him twitch before he shoots thick ropes of cum in you. He keeps you still on his cock while he empties his balls in you, kissing your neck and pinching your nipples.

"My sweet baby you did so good... but we're not done yet"

He flips you over, his big, strong body engulfing your smaller one. He leans down to kiss you passionately before bringing your legs over his shoulders. He starts to pound in your hole, the strength of his thrusts making you cling to his back, slightly scratching him with your nails. You know it's gonna be a long night.

[sumeruin]

i feel like i sped ran all of ur posts i’m in luv <33 do u think i could maybe… be…🫧-anon??

anyways here’s me little brainrot on scaramouche/wanderer bc i love him

pervy!scara who would hide u under his desk during fatui meetings and make you suck and kiss his cock, all the while you have to hold back whimpers in fear of being discovered :((

yandere!scara who would slowly isolate you from everyone else until you feel abandoned :( but don’t worry! he’s dealt with plently of betrayals, all you need is him!

thinking about a yan!scara x touch starved/traumatized reader scenario. reader genuinely loves scara, and all their past trauma just makes them that much more attached to him. they look past all the red flags and think that this is the best thing for them!! Of course, scara is happy to receive the love, and gladly gives them everything they want :)) scara controls readers surroundings just to make them that much more attached and needy for him and his help! what a good boyfriend he is!

minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!!

omg nonnie!!! ofc you can be 🫧 anon!!! i will write about these in order they’re just too good :(

tw: noncon/dubcon idrk which one of the two to classify this as, i think that’s it tbh

i love love love the idea of pervy scara!!!! and i think it’s just that much better when it’s not in an au or anything so that there’s the power difference of him being a harbinger :( he’d make sure he got to the meeting before anyone else just so that he could feel your mouth wrapped around him during the boring discussions that just seem to drag on for so long :( if he thought you were having it too easy he’d quickly thrust up his hips, just enough to make you gag around him though, he does still have a reputation to keep :(

tw: yandere, heavy stockholm syndrome, like really heavy, like that’s almost entirely what this part is about you’ve been warned, isolation

i think he’d be the most likely to do this out of all the genshin yanderes, he’s just so so mean and so so lonely (and tbh a little bit pathetic and soggy but that’s part of his charm) he wouldn’t want you to look at anyone but him :( i think if his usual punishments with pain and degradation weren’t working he’d even take it a step further and leave you alone in a room for however it takes you to break :( he’d bring you 3 meals a day and plenty of water though!! he’d just ignore you whenever you tried to touch him or even just talk to him :( he’d look at you like you like you’re just a disgusting speck of dirt to him, and that’d continue until eventually you’d break and end up begging him to talk to you, to touch you again, to just do something so that you know you aren’t completely alone :( i think if what you did to deserve that punishment was bad enough he’d let it go in past that point, waiting until you’re clinging to his clothes, full on sobbing for him to pay attention to you again, and physically not letting him leave, then he’d bend down and gently wrap you up in his arms, cooing soft praises and sweet little nothings at you while he reassures you that, “shh, shh, it’s all ok, i’m here now, you don’t have to be scared anymore. i’ll take care of you, it’ll be just how it’s supposed to be.” :( he’d run you a nice, warm bath and pretend like he wasn’t also the one who did this to you, still holding you in his arms and whispering sweet, comforting little words and phrases in your ear :(

tw: yandere, kinda sorta stockholmish??? definitely not as bad as the last one but it’s kinda there, toxic relationships

i think this one is especially good with scara cause i think he’d be just so sad whenever his darling is mean to him, so when you actually, genuinely love him for who his is, obsessiveness and all, he’s overjoyed!! and he’s even more excited when you seek him out yourself and ask him for cuddles or a kiss or even just to sit next to him for a while :( i think he’d try to test you in the early stages of your relationship, just to make sure you aren’t pretending to love him back while you secretly plan to leave him. poor scara has trust issues, can you really blame him? :( besides, he’s made all his red flags more than clear by now, if you’re dumb enough to ignore them then that’s no skin off his back. after he decides you’ve passed his tests he’d become a lot more comfortable showing his true colors with you, gradually adding more rules and restrictions to your schedule, not letting you leave the house unless you’re with him, adding a lock to the outside of your bedroom door and not letting you have a key, making sure to always keep some rope around “just in case” :( eventually, it’d turn into you not being allowed to leave the house at all, and you constantly being in his arms or tied up when he can’t hold you himself. he knows you won’t mind as long as he continues to ravish you with his love and attention though. you’re just so perfect for him, how did he get so lucky? :(

[the-travelling-witch]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ But I Still Love You ﾟ☾. ࿐

summary: your relationship was all you could have wished for but what if it turned out it was just a little more?

pairing: scaramouche x gn!reader

prompts: 8. "you're a monster", 19. "i can't do this anymore", 23. "what's wrong with me?"

warnings: [heavy angst] murder, somewhat graphic depiction of violence, emotional abuse+ manipulation, toxic relationship, gaslighting, mentions of suicide, yandere (?) themes, you know i normally love scara but he’s a totally messed up asshole in this, i do not condone this type of behaviour; do not engage with this fic if any of these could potentially jeopardise your health!!

a/n: i can happily announce that this is my first collab fic ever and i’m very excited!! i just had to join after reading the prompts in @versadies’s “farewell, love” collab, my brain was running wild with ideas and settled on the darkest one, don’t ask what possessed me that day; thank you to @mari-on-dragonspine and @yaesnovels for reading this ahead of time and boosting my confidence about it, couldn’t have done it without you; now… soft scara stans, look away, this is not your man

happy halloween🍁

genshin impact masterlist

It was a dream come true.

Every time you’d meet him, the butterflies in your stomach would create a whirlwind of emotion and your heart would soar higher than any bird ever could. That fact that he’d chosen you out of everyone still didn't feel real to you.

Always bright-smiling and elated to see you, he had your heart wrapped around his finger but you didn't mind, you'd gladly given it to him. Taking you out for dinner, escorting you home from work, planning weekend trips with your interests in mind…

He was perfect.

But he was also the Balladeer, who could make anyone dance to his tune. Your friends were wary of his flawless performance from the start. Something that seemed too good to be true was usually just that; a short-lived dream at best, an intricately woven tapestry of lies and illusions at worst. But you ignored all their warnings as your rose-coloured glasses blended every possible red flag with the bouquet of dendrobiums he had gifted you on your date.

As time passed, you saw your friends less and less and eventually they stopped reaching out to you; there were no more letters in your mailbox, you didn't run into them on your trips to the market and their excited knocks on the door faded away into memories. Besides your colleagues at work, you spent most of your time with Scaramouche, whose role in your life was growing more significantly with each passing day.

From helping you with everyday chores to helping you secure better business deals with his position as the Sixth Fatui Harbinger to even going so far as lending you money or straight-up buying whatever you needed or wanted, you were starting to wonder how you managed to navigate life before he waltzed into yours.

Then, Scaramouche asked you if you wanted to move in with him. Considering how evolved he already was and how often you saw each other, you thought living together would make everything easier. Besides, waking up next to him and coming home to him every evening did sound rather enticing, so you agreed.

Relocating all your belongings from where you had grown up to the far side of Inazuma was quite the challenge but of course, Scaramouche came to your rescue, lending a hand in sorting through your stuff and leaving behind what you didn't need anymore.

It was hard to find a new job. Every interview you attended ended up in you being turned down without a specific reason given, even though you more than met the required qualifications. After continuously being rejected you couldn't take it anymore as the venomous fangs of failure sank their teeth into you. Luckily, Scaramouche was there to catch you when you broke down.

“Shh, it's okay, little dove. Why don't you rest for a while and let me take care of you? Can't you see how all this stress is weighing you down? Let me handle everything while you recover, I promise I'll cover whatever you need, so don’t worry. Take all the time you need and then you can start looking again.” As he pressed his cold lips against your temple, you couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine. Somewhere in the back of your mind, the notion of Death marking its next victim had taken root while he securely held you in his arms, letting your falling tears stain the shirt clutched in between your hands. “You’re doing so well for me, I'm very proud of you, my love.”

Grasping the fact that you were unemployed and solely relying on your boyfriend’s, admittedly generous, income took a while. Up until now, you’d always stood on your own two feet, a philosophy your parents had instilled into you from a young age and something you had prided yourself on. 

At first, it was hard facing yourself in the mirror, too ashamed of yourself and too afraid your mind would zero in on your every flaw to tear your confidence down even further. But whenever your eyes averted from your figure, two hands would wrap around your middle from behind, Scaramouche’s face appearing next to yours to whisper sweet words into your ear, saving you from shattering completely.

And frankly, your income couldn’t compare to his anyway, so you working would only be worth a drop in the bucket, if at all. 

To keep yourself busy with all your new free time gained, you started working around the house, doing chores just to pass the time and distract you from your feelings of uselessness.

One of your greatest joys was going grocery shopping at the local market. With no new coworkers to speak of, it had been increasingly difficult finding a connection to the people. With the title of being a Harbinger’s partner, they were wary and kept their distance, a precautionary measure you couldn’t fault them for.

As you stopped by more often, however, their behaviour changed. The elderly lady selling vegetables started sharing recipes with you, the young pair from the flower shop were waving you over to catch up and the guy from the herb stand handed you free samples to try around with.

Finally, for the first time since moving here, you felt like you could become part of the community, so naturally you told Scara about it. What you didn’t notice was how his smile strained the more excited you grew. 

"How long has this been going on for?” Even he couldn’t hide the venom lacing  his words. “Remember, you have to tell me. Not telling me is just as bad as lying.”

“Wait, Scara, you aren’t upset with me, right? I just wanted to help out, you know.“

“Am I upset? Why? Should I be?“ The hairs in the back of your neck rose and your skin tingled as if someone had shot a bolt of electricity through you. It was like the ground around you broke away at his tone and you knew you had to tread carefully if you wanted to make it out of this safely.

“No, don’t be.“ You gingerly extend your arm as if not to scare a cautious animal and cupped his cheek. “I love you like I’ve never loved anyone else, you know that right?“

Leaning into your touch and trapping your hand under his own, his purple eyes zeroed in on you. “So you knew after all?“

You froze. “What?“ It was barely more than an exhale as your gut seemed to plummet. His grip on you tightened as you started squirming.

“Oh come on, you’re smarter than this. You knew I‘d get jealous and you told me anyway. Or maybe that is why you told me in the first place?“ Apparently your appalled face gave away how impossible the thought was to you because he merely sighed deeply before dropping your arm and turning to leave. “Whatever. It’s not like I care anyway.“

The silence he left behind that day left you stunned, weighing down on your chest and pressing the air out of your lungs only to be shattered by the sound of a plate smashing against the wall a few rooms over. Yet, despite flinching and despite the acidic sting in your eyes, the tears wouldn't fall.

In the wake of that incident, you desperately scrambled to make it up to him. There was no need to go to the market for groceries anymore, instead you found a basket with produce in the kitchen with no trace of the Fatui Agent who brought it. So, you devoted your time to cooking homemade meals and cleaning the house. Only to have your heart broken when Scaramouche picked at his plate with disinterest or had someone clear the decorations you had put up in careful consideration.

But he still loved you, he always reminded you. From showering you in expensive fabrics and jewellery to treating you to fancy dinners in high-class restaurants to sweet words of praise dripping from his lips like honey, making it hard for you to taste anything but their saccharine flavour. Of course he still loved you when he responded to your gratitude with “I would do anything to make you happy. I just want you to do the same for me.”

Maybe you were the one who wasn’t showing their affection enough. Otherwise, why would you feel this sharp stab of guilt piercing your heart whenever you refused him? How could you stay unmoved when his glassy violet eyes drooped as he mumbled “I guess you just don’t love me enough after all.”

And when you brought up an issue you wanted to discuss with him, his cold “I could just leave, you know” didn’t mean he actually would, he still loved you after all. Surely, he just had a bad day at work and needed some space. Your theory was cemented when Scaramouche sat you down one evening, expression unreadable as he took hold of your hands.

“Listen, little dove, something at work happened that I need you to know about. I’m telling you this for your own safety, okay?” You silently nodded at his genuinely concerned voice. Normally, he never told you anything about his work and completely shut you out if you asked about it, so you figured it must be pretty serious. “You understand that my job is dangerous, right? That shouldn't be news to you. And while I’m always very cautious to keep any kind of information about my personal life away from the Fatui, it seems that recently some of that information trickled down to our enemies through a mole.”

You didn't need to voice it, the anxiety sparked within you at his words apparent in your expression and Scaramouche gave your hands a reassuring squeeze as he continued with a softened tone.

“I'm sure you already figured out what kind of information has been leaked if I need to tell you. Yes, the enemy knows the location of this estate. It's unclear, however, if they know about you.” At that you couldn't help but clench your fingers into fists; enemies of the Fatui weren't to be taken lightly. “Don’t worry, I already made sure that traitor got what he deserved. Despite all of that, he wouldn't talk about the reason for giving up this particular intel, the working theory being that someone is after my life. Personally, I don't think you are their target; all the same…”

Pulling out a silver dagger, he handed the razor sharp weapon to you. Its handle felt like an icicle against the warmth of your palm and the weight of it seemed to sink into your gut rather than your arm. Certainly he wasn't asking you to…

“I want you to have this. If the situation calls for it, you need to be prepared to use it.”

“Scara, what is it that you want from me? I’m not like you, I can't just…” Lost for words, your currently empty hand was waving through the air trying to grasp the meaning of all of this. 

Your lover reached forward and clasped his hands tightly around your shoulders, his stern gaze glued to your shaky one. “Your life or my life might depend on this, (Y/N), do you understand? If you really cared about me, you'd do what I'm asking.”

For the first time in a long time, you cried. Bitter tears seeping out of the corners of your eyes before starting to fall faster and faster and broken hiccups echoed around the room. The knife clattered noisily onto the floorboards as Scaramouche pulled you into his arms as you clutched onto his robes, gasping for air. 

“Shh, shh, I understand, little dove. It's scary,” he soothed. “But you have to see my side of things too. If something happened to you, what would I do? You’re the most precious thing in the whole world to me, I can't lose you, ever. I promise you, we’ll be together forever, so don’t cry.”

You didn’t sleep well that night. Or any of the following for that matter. It was even worse when Scaramouche had to stay out on Fatui business, leaving you all alone in the estate. Even the agents you knew where stationed somewhere in the vicinity didn’t help quell your fears.

Had this really become your life? Waking up in cold sweat, thinking you heard a noise? Flinching at the curtains blowing in the night’s breeze? The dagger didn’t pacify your worries either. Instead, the wretched blade seemed to follow you into your dreams, cutting through the pleasantries to reveal subconscious terrors slumbering under your quiet surface.

It was one of those nights where you were startled awake by your own hammering heart and the sweat rolling off your temple, the other half the bed cold and empty. Just as you slid your legs from under the blanket in hopes that a glass of water would help you calm down, you heard a thud. 

You wanted to play it off as your mind playing tricks on you, like every other night; that it was just the blood thumping through your ears that made you hear things. But then it was there again. 

There was someone else in the house with you.

It couldn’t be the Fatui nor Scaramouche. They were better trained than this, stealthier than to make a sound twice. In the moonlit room, you groped for the cool metal under your pillow, shaky fingers wrapping around the handle. There was no way you could win against an enemy who’d go after a Harbinger in one-to-one combat, much less if you were outnumbered, so you hid in the shadows of your room.

The creaking of the floorboard grew closer and you tried to stifle your ragged breathing. Even when you wrapped both hands around the hilt, they were still trembling as you recalled what Scaramouche had drummed into your head… “Go for the throat”

You didn't dare inhale or exhale as the door slowly slid open and a shadowy figure stepped into the room. The person was wearing a straw kasa shielding most of their head from your view but, from what you could make out, it was a young man. 

There was no time to think. In the few seconds he took to advance to the middle of the room, you lunged forward, driven mad by fear alone. Just before the sharp blade made contact with his skin, the man whirled around, startled by the noise. And then, merely a fraction later, the dagger was lodged to the hilt in his throat. 

When he tried to speak, nothing but a gruesome gurgling sound left his mouth. From the proximity, you could finally see under the hat, just to meet familiar eyes. You staggered back, mortified. It was as if someone had punched out all the air from your lungs as realisation struck you.

How didn't you recognise him? You had seen him so often. If you had just taken a second longer to properly look at him, he wouldn't…

The person burbling unintelligible noises sounding too similar to the letters of your name was certainly not an enemy of the Fatui. No, he was a simple herb farmer, selling his products on the local market. And you…

…just killed an innocent man.

The dull thud of the knife hitting the floor barely registered as your knees gave out and you sacked downwards. Two cold hands wrapped under your arms and stopped you from joining the blood-slicked blade. You didn’t put up any resistance as you were pulled against an all too familiar chest, your body limp like a puppet with its strings cut as he lowered both of you to the ground slowly.

“Look at you. You’re a monster,” he cooed and you could feel his grin curl against the top of your  head as he placed a frosty kiss there. “You just murdered an unarmed farmer, just like that. But it’s okay. I still love you.”

“No, I– I didn’t… I cant–” Guilt crushed your chest and wrangled your airways. You might as well have been the one with the slit vocal chords, judging by the lack of sound coming from you.

“Mhh, but you did, little dove.” Scaramouche’s soft hands were caressing the side of your face as he softly spoke to you. It took a few caresses for you to realise that his fingers were sticky and you forced yourself to focus on the scene in front of you. There was a pool of dark liquid slowly expanding from where the man's neck would be, the metallic smell filling the room, making you nauseous. You saw the knife lying next to the slumped over body. As in trance, you reached for it, anything to make the pain go away…

But Scaramouche was faster in pinning your arms back to your side “None of that, don’t be dumb. It wouldn't remedy what you already did.” When you sagged back against him and he was sure you wouldn't try taking the knife again, he let go of your arm. “Did you know? He was here to ‘save you’, isn't that funny?”

“...what?”

“I know, right? It's ridiculous,” he chuckled. “Apparently, the townsfolk were concerned about you when you stopped showing up at the market, so they waited for an opportunity where I wouldn't be home, those fools. But you made nice work of this idiot without my help. You did so well for me, love.”

“You… you knew about this?” You couldn't prevent the way your voice cracked from lack of energy. “But… the enemies of the Fatui… and the information that was… you said that… I thought..”

“Hm? Oh, that? I told you, didn’t I? We took care of them a couple of days ago. I definitely told you, little dove; you were so relieved when you heard the news. You didn't forget, did you?”

Did he tell you? You couldn’t remember; surely you would, if he had told you something so important. The Fatui, however, were notorious for dealing with their problems quickly, so it was possible this had been resolved so swiftly. No, you'd definitely remember…

You were ripped out of your thoughts when something warm touched your bare foot. Violently jerking your leg towards yourself as vermillion smeared across the wooden floor. Suddenly, it wasn’t just your lungs caving into themselves but also your stomach being compressed into a fraction of its size. Flopping onto your side you pulled yourself up onto shaky arms and knees as acid burned your throat and your body tried to rid itself of nonexistent content. 

Throughout all of it, Scaramouche lovingly ran his hand up and down the length of your spine, cooing at you to soothe your nerves, all the while praising you for doing so well. When you stopped throwing up for the moment, he gently lifted you up and brought you to the bathroom and helped you wash up. Frankly, he did most of the work, whereas you merely stood there, watching your reflection in the mirror. 

This was the baseline behaviour for the next few weeks as you processed what you had done. Naturally, by the time you exited the bathroom that night, there was no body or crimson trace left of what had transpired there. Nobody would know, except you, Scaramouche and the Fatui agents under his command. Although, the guilt and shame within you remained, most possibly until the day you died. He was right, you were a monster.

But underneath all the easily-accepted self-loathing, another sensation reared its ugly head. Denial spilled into the numbness and slowly warped into scepticism. And it culminated the morning you looked at yourself in the mirror. What had your life become? When did it all go wrong? 

Quietly, meant for nobody but the reflection on the polished surface but with the force to shake you awake, you mumbled a long overdue question: “What's wrong with me?”

However as you turned the situation over and over in your mind, there was only one answer. It was him, it all started with him. Your life was good before him. You weren't the problem here; you weren't the monster in this house. And there was only one solution to your problems.

“I can't do this anymore.”

“What?!” It was pure fury, the way he sliced the air with that single word. “You’re kidding, right? Well, it's not funny, so cut the crap, (Y/n).”

“I’m not. We’re done, Scaramouche.” It took every ounce of willpower for your voice to remain composed and unwavering. But you had made your decision and you wouldn't let him charm you into your downfall again. “I'm leaving. Don't follow me.”

“Have you completely lost your mind? You killed a person, remember? You should be grateful I’m willing to stick by your side; who else would love a freak like you? And that’s given the chance you’re even allowed to walk free.” The sneer was contorting his face into an ugly grimace and in the back of your head you wondered if those were the true colours you were just too blind to see all of this time. “You do realise, my position is the only thing keeping you from prison and poverty and homelessness. You need me. You owe me.”

“I don’t owe you anything for ruining my life,“ you spat, thoroughly done with him manipulating the narrative. It felt good to finally stand your ground and argue with your own agency in mind, no matter how terrifying it might be. Turning on your heel you marched straight to the front door, belongings in hand. Before you could make it there, however, a hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, spinning you around forcibly.

“You don't want to do this, little dove, trust me. You don’t know what I'll do if you dare leave me,” he gritted out. “I told you, we will be together forever.”

Merely raising an eyebrow as you held his stare you noted, “What you do no longer concerns me.” And so, you took the first steps to your regained freedom.

It had taken months of gentle caring to nurture the wilted shell in your chest back into a living sapling, hopefully strong enough to fill the empty void where your heart had been carved out.

It had taken years of genuine reassurance for your friends, who readily took you in again, to finally be fully let back into your life as you slowly broke down the high walls you had erected to keep the tiny sprout safe. 

Finally, the lively breeze that had carried you from adventure to adventure before had returned to ruffle your rusty wings once more and you were ready to rejoin the path you used to walk on.

So when you were waiting for your friend to pick you up and you excitedly answered the knock on your door, the dreaded amethyst staring back at you made you stagger back, the bouquet of crimson dendrobiums tearing open scars you thought had healed.

“Hello, little dove. You seem surprised to see me.” Every nerve in your body was screaming at you to run, far far away, put as much distance between you and the person you had once called your lover. But the weight in your stomach was dragging you down and you could only stare with wide eyes as you were once again pulled under and into your own demise.

“I came back for you. I promised I would.”

tag list: @mccnstruck @silentmoths @teyvattales @ainescribe

[sh1-n0bu]

Okay third time's the charm before I go to bed, pass out and slumber.

For once this is not horny. (shocking, I know)

We know some genshin characters travel a lot. Can we talk about how that is just yaasified camping? Like in a traveling party that includes Klee and Albedo that has to be so fun. Sing campfire songs, make food together, tell spooky stories,.... bro I want to go camping with Klee and Albedo. Who cares if we burn down a forest on accident.

-🦝

✿ 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚? 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚! ✿

characters: albedo and klee, the twins and paimon, kaeya and diluc, bennett and razor with fischl x gn!reader

warnings: some light angst, spoilers to character stories, archon quests and hangouts, reverse comfort, domestic fluff, fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff andnjsjd

notes: wanted to try and up my writings since it was headcannons format. also i’m sorry my loyal 🦝 anon but i wanted to try and include every iconic duos (trios in some cases) and not just albedo and klee. this definitely turned out super duper long but i’m kinda low-key, not really proud of myself for making it lmao

the teens and kid characters will strictly be platonic, whether you view the ones with adults as romantic or platonic is completely up to you!

domestic and chaotic mixed into one

klee will unknowingly act like you and albedo’s child and it’s fucking adorable

did you notice that both albedo and klee have hoodie hats sewed to their clothes?

yeah and if your clothes doesn’t have hoodie hat then klee and albedo would scheme together to make an outer clothing with matching style hoodie hat

and yes it was your birthday gift and yes you shed a tear or two

when running away from jean, if klee sees you hanging around in the city she will climb your back and hide behind you, like a sloth cuddling on a tree

“shh please don’t tell master jean that i’m here okay, mx [name]? giggle”

look at her in the eyes to try say no

just try it

as for albedo, he won’t hesitate to drop his current work or experiment if you were to ever call for him for help

and if you’re taller than him even by a single cm he won’t blink an eye to use you as a ladder

if you guys are traveling to sumeru together oh boy

get ready to have your hair turn white due to stress not really

“big brother albedo! i want this cute fluffy dog as a pet please?”

“klee, wait! that’s a slumpter beast! *cue albedo making a mad dash towards klee*”

“big brother albedo! this cute mr fish wants to play with me!”

“KLEE NO! THAT’S A CROCODILE!”

but not every travel is not always stressful

during the nights, you would set the camp and tent up while albedo prepares some dinner all the while sweet little klee would be making flower crowns for her “bestest big brother in the world” and “bestest big sibling in the world”🥹

when it’s time to sleep, klee will always be in the middle of you two. and no she doesn’t wanna sleep on one side. she wants BOTH of her big siblings

when you wake up your one hand would be tightly clutched in klees hand while the other holds albedo’s

“i wouldn’t mind going for more travels if it means we’ll spend time together like this” albedo would gently smile as he pulls you two closer

let’s just act that they’re reunited

paimon would definitely act like the spoiled youngest sibling

she constantly wants to be held or cuddled by someone

while the twins areee…

…hold on

…are they fighting over the last cookie?

holY SHIT THEY JUST PULLED OUT THEIR SWORDS! FALL BACK! FALL BACK!

distantly you can hear a monstrous voice screech “MY COOKIE!” before a loud boom followed

you and paimon don’t wanna know

they fight over everything and yes i mean EVERYTHING

“aether back off! me and [name] are going together to sumeru city for food ingredients”

“well excuse me, darling sister. but me and [name] have already made a promise to go to port ormos to restock!”

“HEY! paimon and [name] are going together to visit collei and tighnari! so if you’ll excuse us- *gets bonked*”

who gets to cuddle with you, who gets to carry you, who gets to make dinner so they can woo you, even who gets to bandage your injuries as you bleed out with paimon having the urge to slap the twins

“*slap!* THAT’S ENOUGH! [NAME] IS BLEEDING OUT YOU TWO DUMMIES!”

cue the panic

lumine is the twin that always sticks close by in case a monster attacks, always on high alert and will do anything to cut down any monster that appears

while aether is the twin that will always hug your arm or hold hands with you so he can defend you if anything were to happen

and paimon is uhhh… well she’s just there for moral support

but no matter what happens, the twins and paimon will always stay with you through and through🥹

if tension were to be embodied by people it’ll be these 2

due to their past and what happened between these 2 there’s always lingering negativity in the air

kaeya will always jab at diluc and diluc will always have the menacing glare on his face

kaeya’s words may have a playful tone and air to it but there will be lingering hidden thoughts behind

diluc may not jab back with words but the cold, emotionless glare is enough of an answer

though they may fight constantly there’s a mutual agreement between these 2

and that is to keep you safe even if you can fight and protect yourself

both kaeya and diluc have lost important people to them, with their last line being cut by crepus’ death so they can’t afford to lose another

besides have you ever tried making a team with these 2 in it? it’s one of the strongest melt and reverse melt team

anyways

once you’ve had enough and scolded them to make up and left them glued to their spot

now thanks to your scary parent energy they try to work through their disagreements and they’ve been getting better

not the best but at least you can have a day of peace without one chatting your ear off and the other throwing cruel glances

“BURN!”

“kaeya i’ll be fine! it’s just a light scratch on my side. nothing too dangerous”

“but it’s still a wound. don’t try to resist [name]. we’re only worried about your well being is all”

“uh huh, then what of your head injury?”

“…”

“kaeya? kae- HOLY SHIT DILUC! KAEYA JUST FAINTED!”

probably one of the most wholesome group🥹

all three of them see you as their mentor/older sibling figure

razor will come to you if he needs help with human communication and he has already introduced you to his lupical

“lupical! i need uhh uhmm”

“it’s alright razor. take your time”

“uhmm right! i need help with battle!”

“do you mean training razor?”

“yes! that!”

“what’s the magic word?”

“uhhm pl-leashe?”

after some training with him or helping him with his reading and talking, he always expects you to give him a head pat

and he will just follow you around like a puppy all the while making the 🥺 face

give.him.head.pats.NOW

bennett will always try to be help for you in any way

whether it be as simple as collecting firewood for the camp he will do it without hesitation

“big sibling told me to collect firewood😄”

if you were to ever get sick or injured during ‘adventuring’ with them bennett will always blame himself

it doesn’t matter if your injuries are just a scratch that barely stings, bennett will blame himself and his unlucky self

“sniff… i’m sorry. it was all because of me big sib… sniff”

if you don’t hug him and comfort him i won’t hesitate to crawl through the screen and smack you-

as for fischl she’s a like a mix of both of the boys

she would ask you for her help with her elemental mastery and bow mastery while also cheerfully carrying out any help you ask her of

“the great ruler of immernachtreich has asked her highness, der prinzessin for help. no matter the time nor place, i shall always respond to the cry of my greater sibling. come oz! thy prinzessin order thee to cometh along!”

if you were to praise her for the smallest of things such as her clothes or how wast her vocabulary is, she will turn into a stuttering mess while her internal self is just jumping around, rolling on the ground, screeching, squealing etc

congratulations you have gotten yourself 3 more little siblings who will follow you until the ends of world

[ilydottie]

hi bubby🫶 could i have jing yuan with hurt/comfort after where the main quest currently left off? with him getting you know.. reader hears the news and yeah🫣 i hope you can do something with this, if not feel free to ignore it bubs!!

I barely remember the quest so if I get some info wrong I am sincerely sorry lmao I am very much more a genshin than a star rail player, but I still love the game. So, here goes nothin <3 I altered some things a little bit to make this more angsty but other than that??? Enjoy?? Lmao Also this is my first time writing for Jing Yuan so if I mischaracterized him I’m so sorry </3

Jing Yuan x Gn!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Gender neutral reader, hurt/comfort, Trailblazer quest spoilers, Blood and injury (Jing Yuan), I added some details that aren’t in the quest so this fic may not follow canon 100%, you’ve been warned, Crying, Jing Yuan is bedridden, about 700 ish words. I apologize if this is ass but I genuinely like it so who cares. 

When you heard the news, all noise became silent. Nothing moved, only your body which moved in slow motion. You remember hearing what happened but not the travel from home to his bedside. You squeezed his hand tightly and let your tears fall onto his blood soaked bandages. He looked so weak and yet, still so strong and optimistic. You couldn’t imagine a life without him by your side. You couldn’t imagine a life without his sunny beams radiating down on you, and the reality that you might only made you cry harder than you already were. 

Small sniffles turned into heart wrenching sobs. You couldn’t lose him. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. This man was your everything and without him you were practically a puddle left after a heavy rain shower. You clung to him and sobbed until you felt the warm touch of a hand wrapping around your waist slowly and weakly. Jing Yuan. You lifted up your head to take a good look at him, scanning his face for any sign of further injury. If he was in pain then he hid it well behind his crooked smile. Even in moments like this he was so cheerful, but why? Didn’t he know he was allowed to show fear? Pain? Resentment? Even anger? He must’ve known, Jing Yuan is a smart man, after all.

“Are you okay?” You asked frantically.

He nodded with another smile, closing his eyes and wincing as he moved to adjust his position. “Mhm, peachy.” 

You could sense a tad bit of sarcasm but chose to ignore it for now out of fear that if you over thought it too much, that it would cause hurt feelings. Besides, what mattered now was taking care of your partner. 

“How are y-” He began to ask, but was quickly interrupted by you.

“What were you thinking? You could’ve gotten hurt, you did get hurt. You could’ve died.”  You scolded him. 

He looked away with an expression that was a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance, but he knew you were just scared beyond belief. “I know, I know, I should’ve been more careful.” 

You stared at him for a long while, both of you stared each other down until Jing Yuan eventually broke eye contact to let out a great big sigh. Squeezing his hands tightly with both of your hands you leaned in to give him a small kiss on the forehead, your lips shivered as tears fell down your cheeks. Jing Yuan wiped away your tears and shushed you, welcoming you into his arms regardless of the pain, and held onto you. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. Everything is okay now.” He reassured you. 

You curled up in a ball as you laid in his arms, holding onto him dearly as he shushed you into a quiet and peaceful slumber. Soon, he followed suit and fell asleep holding you in the hospital bed. You practically cried yourself to sleep but you couldn’t help it, not when the man you loved was alive, somewhat well, and holding onto you tightly just as he would if he were in full health. Maybe, not entirely in the same way, but it was pretty damn close. Days passed and you never left his side, not until he fully recovered and was back to the old Jing Yuan everyone knew and loved.

[4izawas]

— 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐳𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 ; 𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐱.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: he misses those days he was with you.  

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: genshin impact | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: childe/gn!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 1.92k. 

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, hurt no comfort, character death, childhood friends to lovers, poverty, i kicked out childe’s parents bc honestly? fuck them, the romance is almost nonexistent but when they’re older childe and reader are definitely pretty much married tbh. 

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

it’s hard for ajax, knowing that in all the years he spent with you at his side that he never actually knew you. 

you had known him, yes, deeper and more honestly than anyone else in his life, but he’d never truly even met you. or maybe he had? he couldn’t really remember anymore, so if he had… surely he’d not even bothered to notice. it makes his chest ache and his eyes sting, as well as a thick, immovable lump to make itself at home in his throat. all the time the two of you had spent traveling, together, and only you had ever really put any effort in. his focus had been elsewhere, he knows that now, so why did he still feel your lack of presence was so damn unfair?

you were supposed to be here. you were supposed to be with him — you’d sworn, as children, when the two of you first became best friends, that it would always be the two of you, and you’d kept that promise even as he came back forever changed from the terrors of the abyss. you alone had searched, and you alone had found him, and you alone had seen him cry. 

“shh, shh, don’t cry!” you’d whispered as you’d held him to your breast, his body bloody and bruised and aching as the words that had been beaten into your minds from a young age fell from your lips. he could still feel the difference in your bodies, how warm you had been when he’d fallen against you, the puffs of heat that misted in the air as you breathed, the warmth fading from your fingers after you’d taken off your gloves in favor of putting them on his own hands, the comfort that came in the higher temperature of your neck when he dug his near-frostbitten nose into it after you unraveled your scarf to wrap around him, one of your arms constantly around him. he’d been so scared, all alone in that darkness, so frightened — just a child, attacked by all things vicious in a hell he was undeserving of being put in, and though you’d been the same age, you’d cared for him with the touch, concern, and awareness of someone who understood. your words were muffled by his stress-dulled hair when you’d spoken , but he’d heard your hiccuped, forced laugh of,  “snezhnaya does not believe in tears, ajax,” and he’d only clung to you tighter as you had led him home. 

after that, the two of you were even more inseparable. he had disappeared while you weren’t with him, so by him you’d sworn to stay, and up until the fantasy was shattered only last week, you’d kept your word. ajax had clung to you like a sheep did it's shepherd, his hand wrapped tightly around yours, and for the years that followed this remained unchanged — as he gained work with miners, then with metalworkers, bladesmiths, and countless other small odd jobs in between. the two of you had struggled to support your families with the meager pay that came with the several jobs he held up at once as well as your two within your hometown’s bakery and schoolhouse, often going a few days without eating and while only sharing the heat made by your own bodies so his siblings and yours didn’t suffer; your father had died the year after ajax had returned from the abyss, and your mother had died giving birth to your youngest sibling ( a little boy named anton, who ajax new to now be ten years old ); as the oldest with nine years over your oldest younger sibling’s head, this made them your responsibility. ajax’s parents had disappeared one night when the snow clung to whatever it touched and had never returned, and no one else in snezhnaya would care for them as you both did, so the two of you took over everything — but seven hungry mouths aside from your own were harder to appease than was fair to either of you. it was why, when he had found new work yet again ( and finally, to this point in his life ) with the archon that ruled over your homeland and told you that the pay was better than all of his other jobs as well as yours combined together, that you’d been so excited, so supportive. hot, delicious meals that filled every hungry tummy, from anton and teucer’s to yours and his, were on the table every night, none of you wore patchy, ragged clothes that barely kept you warm anymore because you could buy new bolts of cloth, the ceiling no longer leaked because you had moved into a new, larger home to share, a fire always roared in the fireplace and never ran out of wood, no one slept on a dirt floor anymore because everyone had a bed — and your siblings’ smiles were brighter than ever. they were given dolls and blocks and ships and candy and whatever else their little hearts desired even as you saved large chunks of ajax’s pay away should something worrisome ever happen ( not that it did ). neither of you counted him going away for work as either of you breaking the promise the two of you had made before, because how could you? life was going perfectly, and all of you were so happy…

then, on the eve of his twentieth birthday,  you’d discovered exactly what his work had entailed — and the arguments were frequent from then forward.

it didn’t take much for your voice to ring through his mind, as clear as a bell rung within a silent chapel as you’d cried, “i don’t like this, ajax — you’re taking lives, you’re murdering people, and for money!” 

he’d always retorted cruelly during those fights, usually with questions of whether or not you would prefer the children suffer the feeling of hunger pangs wracking their little bodies, or the sound of tania and the others whimpering that they were cold because the only clothes and blankets you had were threadbare and filled with holes. these never failed to upset you, as all you’d ever done had been for the seven in yours and ajax’s care, and he’d known that, but it had never stopped him from saying it. surely you’d get over it, he’d always thought, so sure that you would realize how important his work was due to how well he managed to care for your family — but was it? 

he was a fool, he realizes that now. how could he not notice the way you looked, the sheen of sadness in your eyes? how could he not see the way his actions tore you up so terribly inside? every day, before he’d received the queen’s favor, he’d come back to you, a smile on his face and his face pinkened from both the cold and his rushing home, and he’d gotten one in return that made all of the brutal work worth it that he always wound up looking forward to,  he distinctly remembered this — so when exactly had you stopped smiling? surely it had been when he’d truly lost himself in the bloodshed, drunk on the power and strength the delusion he’d been granted by her grace had cursed him with. he had scared the people he called family when he’d stumbled into the home he’d bought years before, now twenty-three years old and soaked in blood that belonged both to him and the men he’d murdered at the request of her ladyship, and he’d heard them all scream before blacking out. 

he’d woken hours later to you cleaning the blood from his body after stitching him up as you’d done endless times before. he’d made some foolish joke, something not even funny, and you’d ignored it in favor of begging him to stop.  he remembers now, how you’d wanted no more violence, no more pain; how you’d wanted him to retire. he’d gotten angry then, and he’d raised his voice when he’d said no, and after the two of you roared back and forth you’d sobbed and you’d said that you ‘couldn’t live this way anymore’, and he —

he’d told you to leave. 

why did he say that? he’d not meant it, he never could ( it just wasn’t possible, you were the fire that kept him warm in all forms of winter ). why hadn’t he taken it back when he’d seen your eyes widen, or when the tears had filled your eyes? why hadn’t he apologized, why hadn’t he begged for your forgiveness? why hadn’t he acquiesced to your simple, easy requests? why had he, instead of doing all of these correct things, let you walk out of your shared home that night? a blizzard had struck while you were out, the tsaritsa had warned all eleven of her beloved harbingers to keep their loved ones close and warm, but in the rush of his argument with you, he’d forgotten. 

you’d not come home from it. 

he stands now, at the peak of a high rolling, snow-capped hill, staring out across the endless white that made up snezhnaya, and he mourns. his breathing is shaky and comes out in hiccuped gasps as his chin trembles violently. his cheeks, pinkened from the cold and stinging from the biting winds, are warmed only by the staggered tears rolling down them, the trails they leave in their wake quickly cooling in the winter air. 

it’s almost laughable, really; he hardly even realized he was crying, considering he’d never allowed himself to after what had happened. all of this was his fault after all, you’d never have gone on that walk had he not been so stupid and cruel. the kids wouldn’t be so upset all the time, as with your loss came tears — tears he refused to tell them to wipe away. 

“it’s okay to cry,” he found himself telling them frequently, even if he’d never done so himself. “you’re allowed to miss…” 

he never was able to say your name out loud anymore. he always stopped himself. you deserved better than your name falling from a murderer’s lips. 

with your loss also came fury. he felt so angry now, and he felt this way all the time. angry that he was so blind, angry that he’d not stopped you, angry that your siblings and his didn’t smile much anymore because the food wasn't the same and the house lacked warmth where it mattered most and because you were gone. he wasn’t angry at them, of course, just as he wasn’t angry at you for leaving — he’d found your note an hour after you’d left when he’d wandered the house in search of you, telling him that you refused to leave them regardless of what he said, but still needed a breath of fresh air, and that you’d decided to take a walk. you’d promised to be back soon, and had written that regardless of what he’d said that you still loved him as you always had. 

in his panic that came with the realization that you were caught out in the blizzard, he’d tossed it on the bed — but regardless, he still had that note. 

a voice rings out behind him, one he recognizes as one of the primary soldiers under his command, and the painful ease of time is shattered. “sir? her majesty has requested an audience with you at the palace.” 

ajax does not answer, and the mask slides down again. you were gone. so was he. 

no, snezhnaya does not believe in tears — and neither would childe.

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[wri0thesley]

Omg I immediately think about a praise kink but I CANNOT choose between Thoma or Itto!! For either one you like more, Nat! I can't pick. 😭

its thoma time. did you mean praise kink for thoma or for reader? who knows. why not both.

cw: not sfw, minors dni. oral sex (reader receiving). reader calls thoma a good boy. reader is afab but no pronouns or gendered terms are used.

(send me a genshin kink thought/thirst for elucidation and drabbles)    

Kiss. Suck. Lick. Pant. Kiss--

"You're doing so good for me," Thoma breathes out, as your fingers tangle in the sandy mop of his hair, looking at you over the curve of your stomach with his green eyes gone dark like the forest. "You're so good, angel--"

"Hnn," is all the reply you manage, your own chest rising and falling rapidly as you try and control your own breathing. "Ahh-- feels . . . Thoma--"

He huffs out laughter, but there's a whine in the back of his throat that you can hear as he presses another trail of hot, hungry kisses along your damp inner thigh.

"Shh," Thoma says to you. "Let me take care of you. Please--" His voice pitches towards the end; as if there are more unspoken pleas layered behind the one that you hear. Thoma's long fingers curl around the outside of your thighs, spreading your legs even further apart so there is more room for him to slot his face against your sex. Hot breath tickles your most intimate parts (everything about Thoma is warm; his breath, his hands, the tone of his voice and his gaze when he levels it adoringly at you), before Thoma sighs again and presses a fluttering kiss against the swollen nub of your clit.

His hot tongue drags against it with no other warning and your hips jerk.

"Mmf! Thoma!" You throw your head back into the pillows, your spine arching to press more of yourself against his face. "Ah, feels so good. Y-you're so good at this--"

Thoma peers up from between your thighs again, and there’s an obvious dusting of flush on his pretty face. He bites his lip. 

“You’re s-so good for me,” he says, a light mumble in his voice; his eyes going almost dazed at the praise. He dips his head back between your legs before you can dwell on it again. There’s a renewed intensity to his insistent lapping, now; a certain rhythm that makes ricochets of heat flutter up and down your spine. A rocking of his body--

You look down. He is rocking his body, almost unconsciously, as he uses his mouth on you so hungrily. He’s practically writhing against the bedcovers that you’re all splayed out on for him - and you realise with another rush of heat that it’s because he’s grinding into the mattress as he does. 

“Thoma,” you whisper, but he glides his tongue over where you’re sticky and oozing with a mixture of your own arousal and Thoma’s saliva and you lose the thread of what you were going to say, the tip of his tongue nudging against your opening. “Archons--”

“Taste so good,” he tells you, in that same muddled, hazy voice. “Mmf. Could stay here for hours. . .”

Embarassment mixed with pleasure sings in your veins at just how far gone Thoma is - but you know, as your hips raise from the mattress in tandem with two long fingers pressing against you and his tongue once again moving to your clit, that you’re not much better off.

Sweat is clinging to your forehead and naked body in a damp sheen; the same way it is for Thoma, droplets rolling down the lean muscle of his chest and the pale hollows of his throat. Thoma’s face, too, is glistening - when you manage to capture a glimpse of it in between his hungry dives to feast on what you have between your legs, of course. 

“Thoma,” you repeat, because it’s awfully hard to concentrate with Thoma’s talented tongue lapping at you, devouring you like you’re the last meal he’s ever going to get the pleasure of savouring. One finger slides slowly into you, wet with your own slick, and your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks as it does. You barely register you’ve said anything. “Mmf-- oh, you’re . . . you’re so perfect--”

He full-on whimpers against your sex; a little noise of need and pleasure that settles low inside of your stomach. The vibrations almost, almost, almost send you over the edge - but Thoma manages to keep hold of himself, pulls back, presses a lingering kiss to your clit as his fingers slip into a slow rhythm. 

“You’re perfect,” he tells you, in a voice that’s so close to a whine. “I wanna-- need to-- Will you come for me, pretty? Angel? Please?”

“Mmhmm,” you agree, your hips rocking in little circles in time with the curl of his fingertips inside of you. “You always make me come, Thoma. Such-- such a g-good boy--”

The final three words push him over the edge; he dives back into you as if his life depends on it, his fingers mercilessly rubbing against your sweet spot as he suckles your clit into his mouth. Lewd, wet noises echo in the room, drowning out your soft keens and the moans that Thoma, too, is making as he works his mouth and fingers in tandem. 

You come utterly undone for him. 

Whimpering and whispering out sweet praises into the ceiling about how good he feels, about the talent in his tongue and his fingers, about how you love and adore him and want him so badly it hurts you sometimes. Thoma’s fingers and body and that talented tongue jerk at the praise, mercilessly pushing you through every peak of your orgasm as you feel like your entire body is on fire. 

You’re just about lucid enough to see that Thoma is trembling, still grinding his hips uselessly against the bed, still flushed and pretty and needy himself. You’re panting as you drag the hand in his hair forward, not quite pulling but insistent enough that he understands that you’re asking him to move. 

He separates from you with a slick pop and then he is on top of you, his own trousers half down, his cock bobbing against his stomach slick with precome. You’re sure there’ll be a wet patch on the coverlets where he couldn’t stop rutting into the mattress as he ate you out, but that is not a pressing matter right now.

“Kiss me,” Thoma mumbles, and as you surge up to wrap your arms about his shoulders your lips and tongues and teeth meet one another in a desperate clash. You can taste yourself on Thoma’s mouth (and see yourself, shining wet on Thoma’s face), but that is unimportant too. He breaks the kiss just long enough, always charming and always adoring, to say; “You came so pretty for me.”

“I did?” You ask, still panting. His body is hot on top of yours, but it still feels as though it belongs there. His cock digs into your bare thigh and your eyelids flutter again as you consider how unfair this exchange has been so far. “Ah. Then . . . then it’s your turn now, isn’t it?”

[iminurwallsowo]

Xiao x Reader

gn!reader taking care/healing xiao. xiao is hurt, nothing too extreme. fluffy dni: fujoshi, pedos, homo/transphobic, genshin antis

You were just reading one of your favorite books, when, suddenly, Xiao, your beloved boyfriend, materialized on your floor. The clatter of his mask falling off his face, revealing exhausted eyes, echoed in your almost silent house.

It took you a moment to comprehend what was happening, but as soon as Xiao started to fumble with his balance, you rushed over and held him close.

"Xiao…." you whispered, examing his body, and the many cuts weeping his blue-green blood, "How'd you get like this…..".

"D-doesn't matter…" Xiao slurred, "'m okay…."

"No Xiao…..you're not okay……" you murmur, holding him up, "let me help you…." 

Xiao went limp in your arms as you carried him to your bathroom. "It's gonna be okay darling…..you're gonna be just fine.." you say, trying to reassure yourself as much as him. 

You quickly pulled out bandages and other materials for healing your boyfriend. While adepti could heal themselves, Xiao would never be able to in this exhausted state. 

You wet a towel and started to gently wipe it over his clamy skin, getting all the excess blood off of him.

"Alright baby…." You whispered, "this is gonna sting a little, okay?". Xiao screwed up his eyes and nodded in response, "you cam hold my hand if it's too much."

You gently put some rubbing alcohol on a cloth and wiped down his gashes. Xiao whimpered and squeezed your hand harshly.

"Shh….it's all done baby…" you murmur, running your fingers through his hair and rubbing small circles on his back. "I'll just put some banages on your cuts and then we can cuddle, alright?"

"Mmfhp…." Xiao whimpered in response, still feeling the burn of the rubbing alcohol.

You gently wrapped the bandages over his wounds and secured them with the medical tape you found in the cabinet under the skin. "There we go…." You gently picked him up and laid him on your shared bed. You climbed in bed next to him, pulling the blankets over the two of you. Xiao laid his head on your chest, looking up at you with adoration. 

You pulled out your favorite book once more and began to read to Xiao, who fell asleep to the soft sound of your voice

[ghost--incarnate]

when your best friend (boyfriend?) gets sick too often

766 words (first chapter)

xingqiu/chongyun/gaming (genshin impact)

Xingqiu doesn't have a very good immune system, despite all the effort he puts into being healthy.

Of course, Chongyun and Gaming are there to take care of him.

[Written by a Xingqiu alter, this is our first post so sorry if it's messed up :(]

(read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53385949/chapters/135117313 )

Xingqiu remembers getting sick a lot as a child. In fact, he was sick so often, his parents were convinced that he was cursed by a vengeful spirit, and took him all across Teyvat to receive the blessings of every Archon. That is, until they were told that he, in fact, was not cursed. He just has a poor immune system.

Hence why he is now laying in bed, his head pounding, face flushed, and chest tight. He lets out a whine as Chongyun strokes his hair, his other hand resting atop Xingqiu’s forehead, using his vision to cool him down. At least a little. “Cho-cho..” he murmurs, closing his eyes and trying to rest. If he can’t sleep, maybe just closing his eyes will do him some good.

“Yes, Xingqiu?” Chongyun leans down to peck his cheekbone, tilting his head, a worried look painting his face. Xingqiu takes a deep breath. “Thank you.. And Gaming. I really appreciate you two taking care of me like this.”

Just before Chongyun is able to console Xingqiu and tell him that it’s really no bother at all, that’s what they’re there for, Gaming returns to the room with a pot of soup. Broth, to be specific, but with their resident bookworm sick, who’s going to correct them on that? “Xingqiu! It’s our job to take care of you. Shhhh,” Gaming scolds lightly, earning a smile from Chongyun and a giggle from Xingqiu. “Okay, okay.. But still, thank you.”

Gaming rolls his eyes. He sits down on the bed next to Chongyun, who helps Xingqiu up into a sitting position. A pillow is placed behind him to make it a little easier, and more comfortable. Gaming sets the pot on the dumb bed tray that Xingqiu insisted on buying for himself. Well, he guesses it’s coming in handy now, at least. He scoops up a spoonful and guides it to Xingqiu’s mouth, and he giggles at Gaming. “I appreciate your dedication, my dragon, but I’m not a little kid, I can-” He’s cut off by Gaming simply slipping the spoon into his mouth, a smirk upon his lips as Xingqiu shuts up and takes it. Chongyun snickers a little. “...Okay, fine, you two can feed me,” the sick Hydro user mutters, a slight blush upon his otherwise pale cheeks.

The broth is nice, a little spicier than expected for Gaming’s supposed “magic home cure”. Scratch that, it’s completely expected for Gaming- Xingqiu is surprised it isn’t spicier than it is. Chongyun seems a little curious to try it, so he dips a finger into the warm mixture and tastes it. His eyes widen and he quickly realises he needs something to compensate, so he gets up to go to the kitchen, much to Xingqiu’s despair. The broth is working to making him feel less sick, but it’s also making him sleepy, and a sleepy Xingqiu is a clingy Xingqiu. “Nooo.. Cho-cho..” he whines, but Gaming manages to distract him with more broth, leaving a light kiss on his cheek. “Shh, Cho-cho will be back soon, okay, tián xīn? Don’t worry.”

Xingqiu sighs and nods, and as soon as Gaming puts the mostly empty pot aside, he curls up under the blankets. Only his eyes and the top of his head are peeking out, and Gaming can’t help but smile at the sight. “What, baby? What is it?” He teases, reaching over to ruffle Xingqiu’s hair. He can’t see the devious grin creeping across Xingqiu’s face.

That is, until his arm is seized and he’s tugged under the blankets. He yelps in surprise, which elicits a delighted laugh from Xingqiu. “You’ve fallen into my trap!” He exclaims, holding Gaming tightly.

The two then hide and wait for Chongyun to re-enter the room.

“...You guys know I can see you under the blankets, right? Unless you set up pillows to look like you.” Xingqiu curses to himself as Chongyun approaches. Setting up pillows like that would’ve been a really good idea. The two stay silent, trying not to giggle as they hear Chongyun walk over to the bed.

He sits down.

Gaming wraps his arms around his waist.

He is swept under the blanket, a similar yelp to Gaming’s escaping him as he’s smothered in the embrace of the two other boys. “Ah-! Gaming!” He can’t help but laugh as Gaming and Xingqiu start laughing too. Except Xingqiu does look close to knocking out.

As such, when the excitement dies down, the two non-sick boys curl up on either side of Xingqiu, smiling at each other as he quickly falls asleep.

[thelost-in-time]

Hi, Anon, just a note before we start. I'm sorry, but Tumblr posted my unfinished thing for me, so I had to start it from scratch again so it's not posted half completed. That's why the ask isn't shown as an actual ask and it is a screenshot. Other than that, I'm sorry and I hope you enjoy this nonetheless

Hi, Anon! You absolutely can, dw ^^ Also, I hope you don't mind, but I've added Xiao and Zen for my own comfort reasons

I'll just separate each character with some sort of dividers, so it's no problem ^^

Hey, I'm here, okay?

How Childe, Diluc, Xiao, Saeran, Saeyoung and Zen comfort a reader with anxiety.

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attacks, mental breakdowns, mentions of drowning and suffocation (comparison only), chest pain because of anxiety. Mysme is inaccurate bc I only finished Jumin and Jaehee's routes.

Reader is gn

Disclaimer: Everyone's anxiety is not the same. My anxiety may not be like yours. This post is based on my anxiety and how I hear my friends talk about their anxiety. Do NOT attack me over this. If you don't like how this turned out, move on instead of attacking me over it.

Genshin

Childe

He knows anxiety because he was in the Abyss at one point.

And he does have a family he needs to protect.

You have anxiety, but how severe your anxiety gets completely depends on your situation.

Sometimes your anxiety gets so bad that it's like you're drowning in an ocean, begging someone to save you.

Childe will be the one who will help you.

He has younger siblings, so he's learnt to be intuitive with the emotions of the ones he loves.

This includes you.

As far as Childe is concerned, you are part of his family.

Part of his world. I'll see myself out now.

So when Childe sees you placing a hand to your chest with a look of discomfort after a certain situation.

Chest pain caused by anxiety.

He knows.

He's quick to act.

He leads you away from the situation and pulls you into his arms, embracing you.

"Shh, it's okay, my love. I'm here. I'll try to help you feel better."

Anytime Childe sees your anxiety starting to build up, he has his gentle hold on you.

Hands caressing your arm, your back or your hands.

He's trying to help ease you a little.

If someone gave you a panic attack, then they'll come face to face with Childe's blade.

He is merciless to those who give you panic attacks, unless you ask him to show mercy.

"My love, how about later, we play with Teucer? He adores you."

Offers you anything to help you feel better, and Teucer's antics are one of them.

Because he knows about your anxiety, he always is prepared to take care of you.

Tries to ease your mind as best he can.

"But you'll never be alone."

Diluc

Master Diluc. Another one who had anxiety in the past after... events in his life.

Except, he wouldn't know about your anxiety unless you brought it up.

He didn't wanna assume anything, that's all, so he waited until you confirmed this with him.

When you do though, expect him to be prepared to help you at all times.

But sometimes, in the dead of night when Diluc is put and you're home alone, it's hell.

You're laying alone in your bed, thoughts swirling around your head.

And sometimes being alone with your thoughts aren't a good thing.

Negative thoughts flow into your mind, and suddenly, it's as if you're suffocating.

Trying to hold back the fiery hot tears that roll down your face, Diluc returns home to you.

"Something isn't right. I can feel it."

Rushes over to your room, not wanting to waste a single moment more.

And he finds you curled up in bed, gasping for air, having a breakdown.

Pulls you into his arms and holds you, making you rest your head on his chest.

"My love, listen to my voice, and my heartbeat. Don't think about anything else."

Tries to ground you by talking to you and letting you listen to the sound of his heart.

It hurts Diluc to see you like this, and he always does his best to ease your anxiety.

Anytime you feel your anxiety getting worse, Diluc is there.

He wraps his arms around you, or gives you his jacket if he can't hold you.

But he will drop everything to help you.

Will make you something to drink, like hot chocolate, tea, coffee, anything.

And if you need to fidget with something to ground your anxiety

Well, he buys you some sort of fidget toy.

Don't fight me. Those things help me through it sometimes bc my mind goes blank and I get grounded

Diluc also offers to do some relaxing activities with you to soothe your mind and your nerves.

"I'll be with you from dusk till dawn."

Xiao

Used to have anxiety as well. Have you not seen his karmic debt?

And yet you ground him when he needs you most.

So you better believe that he will return the favour tenfold.

He can see you're anxious with how you absent-mindedly tap your fingers against a surface.

He reaches out, holding your hand in his.

He has gotten used to initiating physical affection after seeing how happy you get.

When you're laying in bed at night, unable to sleep with thoughts swirling around your head.

Then Xiao will be the one to help you to bed.

Gives you a hoodie of his, helps you put it on actually, and helps you to bed.

Cuddles with you, whispering comforting words when your anxiety grows.

Takes you out on a walk through nature when your anxiety grows worse over days.

If you have allergies, he takes the path with less plants and stuff, but still amazing sights.

"I'm right here. I'll not leave your side. I'll help you get through this."

Anytime you start spiralling, he talks you through it, voice gentle and calm

Does all the things to soothe you that you do for him.

Never treats you as if you're incapable of doing things yourself though.

Lets you do things yourself unless you ask him for help, advising you to take it slowly.

Asks you to talk to describe some stuff to him when you're on the verge of breaking.

"What colour is the sky? What colour are my eyes? Can you match your breathing to mine?"

Alternatively asks you to count the number of objects backwards.

Basically find ten of one object, nine of another and so on.

Xiao mainly distracts you from what's growing your anxiety.

But he also gives you a lot of physical affection to help you calm down.

Super patient with you, despite seeming like an impatient person.

"Baby I'm right here."

Mystic Messenger

Saeran

Never played his or Saeyoung's routes, but he's my favourite from the two for some reason.

Saeran suffers anxiety even to this day. He has anxiety because of what he was subjected to.

So he understands you having anxiety.

Offers to introduce you to his psychologist so that your anxiety can also get a little bit better.

He knows it may not completely help, but he wants to help you even a little bit.

His psychologist helped him, so he's hoping you'll be helped as well.

However, if you're against the idea, he attempts to help you himself.

When you're feeling on the verge of an anxiety attack, he offers you to get ice-cream.

This man loves his ice-cream, so you don't even suspect its to help you.

Until it keeps happening when your panic attacks hit.

And if you're lactose intolerant? He finds an alternative that won't make you suffer.

Maybe he offers you some Honey Buddha Chips from Saeyoung's endless supply.

He likes stargazing with you, especially on nights when both your anxieties peak.

"The stars have a way of easing my anxiety. I hope it helps you as well."

Offers you his teddy bear to hold and cuddle when you're especially stressed during the day

Likes holding your hand. Feels it helps ground you both.

When your chest hurts, he gently squeezes your hand as a gentle reminder that he's there for you.

Times when your anxiety isn't as bad though, you can be certain to hear him say he's proud of you.

And when you recover from a panic attack, he still says he's proud of you.

Why? Because he knows how it feels.

"I'm proud of you. You're doing so well. You're managing, and that's great."

When you're calm, looks at you as if you're a work of art.

When you're breaking down, looks at you as if you're a delicate flower that needs care.

Always reminds you that he loves you, especially when you're super anxious.

"I'll hold you when things go wrong."

Saeyoung

Did you guys get married at the space station?

He's smart, but he's also stupidly oblivious.

So much for being a sentient boy.

I joke. In all honesty, he's probably trying to balance things, so he doesn't notice.

At first.

When he does notice you have anxiety (or when you finally tell him), he hugs you.

Holds you close, not saying anything for a few moments.

You think he's disappointed, and he is. Except it's in himself for not realising sooner.

After that? He pays close attention to you, not wanting you to spiral.

Anytime he sees someone about to prod at your anxiety to make it grow, he's there.

Pulls pranks on the person. Can't threaten them directly because he has a history.

When alone with the person who overwhelmed you, he's much less forgiving.

He is gentle, treating you as if you were a precious gem that could break.

Talks you through your nerves, cracking a few jokes to help you.

Alternatively though, he holds you close, letting you rest your head on his shoulder or chest.

You know how he cosplays?

He will cosplay for you to see you smile.

Cosplays as your comfort character.

Which means he may not need to cosplay bc he knows his your comfort character here.

"Defender 707 will defend you from your anxiety!"

Suggests activities that could help you.

Go outside? Take a walk? Exercise? Cuddles? Video games?

Maybe not the last one. Unless it's a slow paced game that's calming.

Asks Vanderwood to cook for you to make sure you don't forget to eat.

"I'll be with you from dusk till dawn."

Zen

You know how he has a bunch of rehearsals to do and rarely has time for himself?

Yeah, he always has time for you.

So when you message him saying your anxiety is worse today, he drops everything to go to you. The directors can't say anything, fearing he may quit, and their project will flop.

When he arrives at home, he has your favorite snacks on hand, ready to spoil you.

But on other days, when you're both together, he likes going to quiet places with you.

This is because not only is he famous, but also because he doesn't want to overwhelm you.

Feeds you and makes sure you're hydrated because he knows you forget sometimes.

Another one who buys you fidget toys to help ease your anxiety.

"You know I'm here, right? You don't have to struggle through this alone."

Alternatively, if you ever feel like you're a burden because of your anxiety, he has something else to say.

"You're not my burden. I'll never drop you. In fact, I don't mind having you here. Please never think you're a burden."

Funnily enough, this man was my first love in mysme, but I never had the time to get his route rip

Keeps you away from the media in fear of your anxiety worsening.

He wants to introduce you as his romantic partner, but he doesn't want any hate comments to you.

Also scared the attention will maybe make your anxiety worse.

So he keeps things between you both alone.

"God made a mistake when making us. I'm too beautiful and you're too perfect."

Smack him /j Just let him know you're fine when you're fine.

And let him know when you're not fine

Leaves you little notes around your house that tells you how much he loves you

Alternatively (again), if he's unable to come to you when you're anxious.

He has voice notes prepared to ground you, and notes (again) to ground you.

Is proud to have you as his romantic partner, and just wants you to be okay.

Likes spoiling you as well. Acts of service and gift giving. Wants to reward you for being so strong.

"Baby I'm right here."

End

Reblogs and friendly comments are welcome.

[cocomouche]

“Let me do all the work..” +18

Genshin men x afab!reader

“Let me take care of you darling...”

WARNINGS/CONTAINS: smut!, Dom!Character/Sub!Reader, use of daddy kink in Zhongli’s part, edging, degradation, praise, alcohol consumption in Venti’s part, squirting etc..

Zhongli

- “That’s it baby…you’re doing so good for me..”

- Zhongli adores and worships his darling. With him you’ll get so much love and praise. He enjoys holding your body in place, loves to use his fingers to tease and stretch out your tight little hole. Always chuckles lovingly whenever he sees how wet you always are for daddy..

- “let me do all the work baby, I’ll breed you good I promise.”

- You can help but wail into the pillow while he pounds you so intensely! He’s way bigger than you too, his strong arms with glowing yellow marks encasing you between. It feels so good to have a man like him control you, use you as his own toy.

- His girth and length could make you pass out on its own, there would always be a noticeable bump on your tummy every he’s inside you. Every time he thrusts, your eyes would roll back in pleasure. Your daddy’s cock was so good you could cry!

- Zhongli knows the power he holds over you and would take advantage of it. After 3 or 4 rounds where you would be crying and twitching in utter pleasure, he would slow down for awhile then start to rut his hips again, hushing sweetly with “you’re so good.. can’t get enough of this perfect pussy darlin…” “daddy’s gonna cum again for you dear..”

- A true pleasure dom indeed…

Venti

- This trickster is so gentle with his touches, yet he loves to play with you- making sure you run out of patience. His talented fingers work with his lyre and your folds, pressing nicely on your pretty clit.

- “Venti- ‘feels good..” you moan and rest your head on his chest, the wine you drank earlier starting to take effect. The bard could only chuckle at how adorable his windblume could be, so wet already and your head in the clouds, he would love to eat you up.

- “I didn’t peg you to be such a lightweight~ don’t worry my dear, I’ll gladly take care of you..”

- You loved the way his hands rubbed all over your body, deep down it felt like he was just using your body, but Venti wasn’t like that- you didn’t mind at all if it was him, you love him right? Love the way he parts your thighs apart and enthusiastically dips his head down to eat you out.

- “sing for me dear, let all of Mondstadt know who your god is.” He loves to use his power and status over you.

Scaramouche

- Its not likely for him to indulge into your own fantasies, you didn’t really tell him much but he knew you were the submissive in the relationship and that was enough to have you crying from pleasure in the bed.

- “If you behave i’ll give you what you want.” He’s been edging you for about minutes now, his fingers coated with your wetness, his middle finger and ring finger began to push into your entrance again, the way he perfectly curls it to nudge at your special spot on your walls made you a crying mess whenever he moves it oh-so slow.

- “Please! I’ll be good- just let me cum sir!” You cry and whimper pathetically as he coos at your pleas

- “Shh, calm down princess, i’ll let you cum any time now. Don’t be such a crybaby..” his thumb starts to circle around your pretty blushy clit, urging you to cry even more.

- “or do, your tears look so beautiful…”

Albedo

- On days where he’s free from commissions and deadlines, he likes to continue experimenting on you.

- Just so many possibilities- how sensitive do you get? Or how whiny can you become when he denies you of cumming? Do you like penetration in other holes? How many rounds can you take?

- “Bedo! Ha-h m’feels so good..” his warm breath fans over your glistening cunt, tongue lapping at your sweet juices. The cold weather and this heated session clashed so well, you can’t help but buck your hips up to his face a bit more.

- “mmh..” he hums in agreement, the rough pad of his tongue working wonders on your sensitive nerves. Kisses on your clit made you whine the most adorable pleas, his hands were gloved with black latex ones, sometimes prodding a finger or two in your hole.

- “Albedo! I-i think I’m gonna m-make a mess!!” Tears of satisfaction rolls from your eyes, he give you a small smirk, pulling away when he feels your walls twitch against his fingers. The cut off in your satisfaction made you look up at your master in desperation.

- “w-why’d you stop?” So cute you were, just makes him wanna edge you a million times all over again. “Oops..” he pretends to be sympathetic but he knows what you should do if you want to cum. His thumbs swipes over your clit, rubbing the puffy nerves with such gentleness.

- “what do you want baby?” He talks to you like he’s been so kind and innocent, teasing your state in which you don’t have as much control over the situation as he does. “Please..” you can hic and cry all you want but Albedo is unpredictable with his actions, you could only hope that he’ll let you cum this time. “Make me cum.. please i’ll be good”

- “all you had to do was ask, I wouldn’t mind playing with your addicting cunt.

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I promise im not dead i’ve just been lurking around ^^

[lingy910y]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

thanks @energievie, @mybrainismelted, @deedala & @mmmichyyy for the tags! 😁😌💖 these questions are long but fun

1. which character from any media would you like to have as a father? I KNOW i said i don't think ian and mick would be that good as parents but screw it, i want ian to be my dad 😌

2. if money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have? i still wouldn’t bc i would like them to be free instead of living with me. even if it’s effortless there’s still a lot of responsibility that comes with taking care of another thing but if there was an ethical way, i want a teacup dog

3. what is your chinese takeout order? i eat chinese food on a daily basis so there’s so much i like but fried ramen or yaki udon (ik it’s japanese but chinese restaurants have them) and wonton. or shrimp rice rolls, i have them every saturday bc they’re my fav food

4. what’s your favorite emoji? 💀 in terms of most used. it’s the superior way to laugh

5. would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house? oooooh library

6. what childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly? my little pony 🦄 my little pony🦄 ahh ahh AHH AHH (i still like it)

7. what was your tumblr like when you first joined? bakudeku stuff and kinda cringey posts like "reblog if you don't want to have bad luck" and bad jokes

8. what clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself? the cutesy kind like oversized sweaters and leg warmers

9. if you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best? genshin, even tho i did so bad on its geoguesser parody LOL

10. what is your favorite piece of art? the question didn't specify the type of art, so i'll say this person's fanart is up there: https://x.com/Tarokunnnn/status/1235139944525504513?s=20

11. do you have a water bottle? yes, it's coral-colored and insulated from zojirushi

12. what fanfic trope is a fanfic fave? ...cheating? if it's one half of the ship cheating on the other person with someone else. the fics aren't my fav bc it's ooc (most of the time) but like i've said before i like angsty drama lmao

13. do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what’s the weirdest thing in it? yeah my backpack that's preppy with pink and tan colors. weirdest things are post-its i still keep from compliments my classmates gave me on my english projects during gallery walks where we have to write down "glows and grows" for others (it's not weird but i had to write smth shh)

14. if you had to ship mickey with another gallagher, who would it be? lip is the least weird option bc debbie, carl, and liam have a way too big age gap with him and they look up to him. that leaves fiona but she's also a girl 😭 and i know i just said cheating is fun to read and it could just be an au but lickey makes me mad AKDJASF (no hate to the shippers) i'm thinking way too hard abt this let's just go with frank

15. what is a fanfic trope you didn’t expect to like and then very much did? historical aus :0c i said i don't really like aus but maybe it's cause i already like history

16. do you think s11 mickey can still carry s11 ian? yeah he's still buff as fuck

17. who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house? they did not go through with selling the house <3 but if they do i see carl and mickey fighting for it LOL

tagging @heymrspatel, @softmick, @krystallouwho, @michellemisfit, @jademickian, @iansw0rld & @juliakayyy

[windblume-wishes]

I’m Here, Little One - A Genshin Impact Story

*This takes place when Kaeya is still relatively new to Mondstadt! At this time he is only 5 years old. Please note that this story mentions nightmares and night terrors.*

Once more this is based on the art drawn by @/ art_broskev on Twitter, permission was granted by the artist to write this story. Please give them a follow! Their work is phenomenal! ♡︎♡︎

Kaeya had only been in Mondstadt for a little over a month but already he felt rather at home, his mission for his people was fading away in his young mind after all the kindness and love he had felt. How could he possibly turn on these kind people? Surely they did not deserve such a cruel, and unbearable outcome from Khaenri'ah’s war-hungry folk who would slaughter anyone at the drop of a pin. In the month he had been in Crepus’ care, never once did he question his newfound loyalty to Mondstadt, this was his home, his forever home and he could not betray the ones who actually loved him.

Nearly every night he was held lovingly in either Adelinde’s arms or Master Crepus’ being rocked to sleep while being sung to. In those precious moments he felt nothing but calm and peace, he felt loved. Sadly, in Khaenri'ah, such affection to Kaeya was thrown away as it was viewed as weakness. But now that he was in a land full of happiness and peace, he could enjoy such a luxury, the feeling of gentle swaying and a soft voice coaxing him into a peaceful slumber. It was as if he had passed on and went to heaven. After he would fall asleep, whoever rocked him that night would tuck him in and whisper a soft good night to him, placing a tender kiss atop his head as he dreamt happily.

However, not all dreams were happy ones, for a child with such a heavy burden could easily fall victim to nightmares and other horrors of the night. Kaeya was no stranger to nightmares, his homeland was the biggest nightmare there was. If anything, one could easily compare it to Hell itself. Never ending fires, screams and cracking of earth. The sounds of anger and hatred would fill the air, cursing the nations that had gods of their own. On nights like those, the small boy would thrash in bed violently, crying and screaming for someone to save him.

Begging to be saved from the flames of Khaenri'ah’s wrath…

Unfortunately for Kaeya, another night of endless nightmares and night terrors had come to his doorstep yet again, grinning evilly as he wailed helplessly in his bed. The dreams that played on repeat in his mind taunted him evilly, laughing at him in a near demonic manner. All he could do was cry and scream, beg to be saved from his terrible fate.

The door to the nursery burst open, Diluc running as fast as he could to his Father who was already bolting out of the mansion’s library and up to the littlest member of the family with Adelinde in tow. The screams and cries could be heard from the nursery, the sounds breaking the hearts of the three who rushed into the room. Crepus quickly lifted Kaeya, who was squirming like a worm on a hook, into his arms and held him close, trying his hardest to wake the small boy up as Addy left the room with Diluc.

“Kaeya, kiddo, you are safe now, there is no fire, no one will hurt you.” He whispered softly, running his hand through Kaeya’s sweat drenched hair. “I’m here, little one, just open your eye for me.”

Kaeya still cried, not as hard as he was before being held but he was much calmer, his eye struggled to open as the dream still kept a firm grip on his mind.

“F-fire! No!” He cried once more, tears flowing like rivers from his closed eyes, soaking his eyepatch bandage.

“Shh, there is no fire, it cannot hurt you here. You are safe at home, kiddo.” Crepus began to gently rock him, hoping the motion would put the child at ease. Surprisingly, the motion was working and Kaeya was slowly waking up. “There we go, see, kid? You are safe, I got you.”

Kaeya opened his one visible eye, looking up at the crimson haired man with the saddest blue eye ever seen. His lip quivered in between sniffles and small sobs, he shook like a leaf and curled into the man, desperate to be held. Never once in Crepus’ years as a father did he ever experience this with Diluc, he suspected this had to do with Kaeya’s mysterious origins but did not dare question the child in fear of it making him uncomfortable.

“Was it the same dream, kiddo? The fire and the world being destroyed?” He asked softly, already knowing the answer would likely be a yes.

The little boy nodded, as expected, it was. Crepus dared not press for further details unless he wanted Kaeya to go into a panic attack and crumble more than he already had. He learned his lesson the last time.

“Well it definitely sounds scary, tell you what, how about we go get you some warm milk and I’ll hold you tonight so I can scare those bad dreams away, sound good, kiddo?” He asked, standing up with Kaeya still nestled in his arms as he swayed softly.

“Y-yeah… a-an’ my eyepatch feel’s icky too…” Kaeya mumbled, almost embarrassed that his eyepatch got soiled from his tears.

“There’s more in the medicine box, and while we are at it, let’s get you in some fresh pyjamas, sweaty cloths can make you sick.” Crepus remembered how sick Kaeya got on his first night at the winery and most certainly did not want him to suffer like that again. “I have to set you down real quick to get the pyjamas, okay, kiddo?”

Kaeya was hesitant at first, not particularly wanting to leave the safety of Crepus’ arms but allowed himself to be set back on the bed. It did not take long for him to change into fresh pyjamas and new eyepatch. By the time he was finished, he was back into the red-head’s strong arms which he snuggled into more as they walked downstairs and into the kitchen. The oil lamp was switched on and a dim glow lit up the kitchen area, bathing the room in a gentle light.

Even with his one arm occupied, Crepus still managed to easily warm up some milk atop the stove, adding a pinch of honey and cinnamon, a combination that seemed to always make the tiny blue-haired child sleepy. The smell itself was soothing to his little sniffling nose, calming him down before it could even be poured into a small mug and into his hands. Soon enough Crepus carefully poured the hot liquid into a small mug and handed it to Kaeya who drank it all, getting sleepier with every sip until the beverage was all gone and his little belly was warm.

“Well kid, let’s get you to bed, hm?” He asked, receiving a small nod and little arms wrapping loosely around his neck. “Hey, kid, you feeling any better?”

“Uh-huh…” Kaeya mumbled sleepily, feeling his eyelids droop down. “Thanks, dad…”

Crepus froze, his chest felt warm and tears pricked his eyes, threatening to fall down his cheeks.

Had Kaeya called him dad? Did he truly accept him as his father?

“H-he called me dad…” Crepus smiled softly as he let out tears of joy, holding the tiny boy closer to his broad frame. “T-that’s right, kiddo, daddy’s right here and I’ll never leave you, ever…”

He found himself wandering to the rocking chair by the fireplace, still holding Kaeya in his arms, looking down at the sleeping child with love and pride in his eyes. He prayed to Barbatos that the littlest family member would eventually accept him as a father, Crepus never expected to hear him say so tonight but it was definitely something that he needed. He adjusted Kaeya so his head rested in the crook of his arm and his legs draped over his other as he stroked a gentle finger across his face to wipe away the tears.

“Those nightmares cannot come near you when I’m nearby, that’s what dads are for, scaring those bad dreams away. Goodnight, my little star.”

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

HELLO !! MATCHMAKING?? COUNT ME IN! !

You may call me “Riko” :D , Some call me ‘riri’ , ‘kori’ , ‘ikori’ — but mainly it’s just riko …

Genshin or Honkai star rail….

THEY / THEM PRNS .

Sexuality ;; pansexual !?!?!?!

MBTI , Zodiac ;; Aquarius andd… ENFJ-T !!

Appearance ;; OH ERM!!!! Let’s see.. octopus haircut, with some yellow fades, because yellow is cool 🎶 anyways, pale skin andd… what else? I suppose my height is average ?? 155.8 cm :D .

Personality ;; being born on FEBRUARY 14 . Ever since I was little , I was an energetic and bubbly person . Free-spirited in nature, I had a straightforward way of thinking and acted according to my feelings , This childishness made me careless, somewhat irresponsible, and impulsive … you could say I’m an extrovert hehe — I’m also sort of an airhead but that doesn’t really matter so shh..

FACTS ;; I am in the drama club because I adore acting and being on stage, im also a free-doer! . I’m not really close with my family , so .. I often purposely get detention / in trouble so I don’t have to go home, because home is boring :((

Hobbies ;; SOCCER , skateboarding , the drums .

LIKES // DISLIKES THINGS ;; definitely yellow . FOXES ARE SO CUTE !! . Any food , really .. as long as it ain’t cold , i like it :3 . I don’t dislike many things.. uh!! People who judge me based on rumors! You haven’t even known me yet, and you are already judging me?? That goes for everyone too! And.. uh.. hm, people who don’t keep promises, disloyalty . Overall, that’s it! I don’t dislike many things haha!

Hi Riko! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Yae loves your personality! She thinks you're a nice change of pace from the people she usually deals with at the shrine.

Even your slight airheadedness is an endearing quality to her. She loves everything about you, even those things you might not like about yourself.

You like foxes? Well does Yae have good news for you! She'll change into her fox form and spend lazy afternoons cuddled up with you. They're some of her favourite moments.

Very loyal. She may not seem like it at first since she's a very relaxed, fun loving, and playful person but when it comes to people she cares about, she'll stand by them and support them with every fibre of her being.

Yae would enjoy watching you perform. She seems like the kind of person who would be into musicals and plays so whenever you need someone to practise lines with, she's first in line.

In Honkai Star Rail, I match you with...

You and March are very similar in personality and that means you understand each other in ways others can't.

She loves that you're so expressive. She's around Dan Heng so much that knowing what someone's feeling without having to read into everything is a nice change.

Food dates! March always researches the best places to eat on any new planet and makes sure to take you there at the first opportunity.

Like Yae, March would love watching you perform and help you rehearse. She thinks your drama skills are really cool and is eager to do whatever she can to help out.

I see March as someone who would like to learn skateboarding. It might take her a while to get the hang of it but she likes being able to spend time with you and learn a new skill at the same time.

[rurulyywrites]

☁️Scuffed Jasmine and Aladdin|Kalim Al-Asim X f!Reader|

Pairings: Kalim Al-Asim X f!Reader

Plot: Y/n and Kalim going out at night,ALADDIN STYLE

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A WHOLE NEW WOOOOOOORRRLLLDD

A HUNDRED REQUESTS IVE NEVER DONE

BUT IM SO GLAD I HAVE

THESE AWESOME PEEPS

LET ME SHARE THIS ABOMINATION WITH YOUUU

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Me and my friend made this on call since we were both shocked,that for some reason, there were no "Whole new world" inspired fanfics of Kalim. Not that we know of,obvi. So yeah~ I did this because they told me I had the power to do it. Not because I wanted to.

Well I don't want to do alot of things that I'm forced to

(I'm looking at you, Wyatt from Genshin Impact. You made me do your commission 3 times in a row,how do you lose your keys 3 times in a row?!)

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3rd person POV

It's fucking 11 am.

"Kalim it's almost midnight. Go to sleep"

Jamil said with a groan as he saw Kalim trying to stand up on his magic carpet.

"I need to have Y/n ride this! She mentioned that she thinks it'd be so romantic!!"

Kalim said as he nearly fell of the carpet

"It's past your f--.. frikin bed time"

"I'll be back before 1 am I promise! Pleaseee??"

Kalim pleads with puppy eyes

"No. Get down before you fall to your death"

"Aww.. you're no fun!".

Kalim whines as he used his magic carpet to go back to his room.

"He's gonna sneak out,I bet." Jamil muttered.

.

Knowing Kalim,he's an impatient bitch. He goes back to his room and without even a second later he gets back out and leaves.

No one can really tell him no.

"Jamil can't tell me what to do."

Kalim said as he sits down on his carpet,Criss cross apple sauce, with a grumpy look.

"Or.. maybe he can.."

he muttered as he stood infront of the mirror out of his dorm.

"I'm a terrible person..."

Kalim muttered as he sat down,hugging his knees infront of the mirror.

"Or not! He's just keeping me from having real fun!"

"But what if he loses his job.."

Kalim muttered as his magic carpet entered the mirror

"HEY WAIT!"

Kalim said as he jumped in the mirror too.

Now he was out of Scarabia.

"Eeh.. if he loses his job.. I'll just rehire him again!"

Kalim said as he jumped back on his carpet and set off to Ramshackle.

•Meanwhile•

"No you don't get it!!"

Y/n shouts at Yuuken and Grim who were yawning while listening to Y/n rant.

"Y/n please go to sleep."

Yuuken said as he snatched a pillow from Grim and used it to cover his ears

"LISTEN! HES CUTE OKAY?! AND NO MATTER HOW MANY MOTHER FUCKING PILLOWS YOU USE TO COVER YOUR DAMN EARS I WILL NOT STOP"

Y/n shouts as Yuuken stood up and left

"I'm sleeping on the couch.  Grim,you can join."

"HE MADE A CUTE FACE AT ME! KALIM MADE A CUTE-"

Yuuken picks up Grim and leaves while slamming the door on Y/n.

"These morons are so bitter. Ehh you can't fall in love with someone you just met. Fuck him,I met Kalim 3 weeks before! And it was in secret!"

Y/n muttered as she stuck her tongue out and laid down on her bed. Still awake from thinking about Kalim.

*Knock knock*

Someone knocked on Y/n's window,lightly startling her as she turned to the source of the noise.

It was Kalim, waving at her with a warm smile.

Y/n smiled as she slowly walks toward the window and opened it.

"Aww~ hey Ka-- WAIT KALIM?!"

Y/n shouts at Kalim

"shh! We're gonna get caught!!"

Kalim said as Y/n nods

"My room is in the second floor.. how did you..?"

Y/n asked as Kalim backed away,revealing that he was standing under a floating carpet.

"What.. is that?"

Y/n asked with a slight chuckle.

"A.. magic carpet?"

Kalim said as he chuckled along

"Say,do you trust me?"

Kalim asked as he reached out a hand for Y/n. She was in disbelief.

"W..what?"

"Do you trust me?"

Kalim asked once more as Y/n's shocked face didn't wear off.

"Fuck no!" Y/n said as Kalim's smile faded.

"..w..what?"

"Bitchass I was joking!" Y/n said with a hysteric laugh

"Yes.. I do"

Y/n said as she reached through the window for his hand and out of her room and onto the magic carpet.

"W-.woah.."

"careful,you're gonna fall"

Kalim said as he helped Y/n stand on the carpet by holding on her waist and hand.

Once they both sat down in the carpet with Y/n clinging into Kalim's arm as if her life depended on it.

Kalim blushes lightly

"O-oh.. sorry bout that! I don't do too well with heights.."

Y/n said as she nervously let go and trying not to look down

"T..there wasn't really any of these carpets back home"

Y/n muttered as Kalim smiled as wrapped an arm around Y/n's shoulder

"Don't worry! I'll make sure you don't fall,trust me!"

Kalim said as their eyes met.

Both did turn away and hid a blush before the carpet started moving on it own.

Startling Y/n and making her hug Kalim's torso.

"Woah-!"

Kalim said as he wrapped an arm around Y/n's waist.

He realized she was so scared that her eyes were glued shut

"It's alright,nothing to be afraid of!"

Kalim said as Y/n slowly opened her eyes and saw a beautiful scenery that was above the clouds.

Y/n felt the cold mists of the clouds

"Woah.. This is so cool..!"

Y/n muttered as her grip loosened up around Kalim and she looked around

"It's like a whole new world up here!"

Y/n said as her hand held Kalim's.

He blushed a little but Y/n was too busy admiring the wonderful night.

"I always do this,just a little something that makes me feel better after an uneasy day"

Kalim said as he scratched his neck in nervousness

"So this is what you've been doing? Gatekeeping this world above the clouds from me?!"

Y/n said as a joke as she laughed making Kalim's heart clench

"then,let me share this whole new world with you"

Kalim said as he smiled at Y/n. Looking into her gorgeous eyes,getting lost in them.

"You're so beautiful when you're happy"

Kalim said with a smile as Y/n looked over to him.

"You're always so busy and tense.. y'know? You and Yuuken are constantly talking about stuff about your dorm and school that I feel like you need a break"

Kalim said as Y/n felt her insides fuzz up and feel relaxed around Kalim on the carpet.

"That's not true,I.. I took some breaks."

"No you don't,you always go for things that benefit everyone and not you"

Kalim said as Y/n scoffed.

"Tell me, princess.

When did you last let your heart decide?"

K

alim asked as he held Y/n's cheek. "I.. uh.." Y/n nervously said as she looked away.

Shit.. that was so awkward! I didn't even answer his questions properly!

"H..hey uh.. it's breezy up here,yeah?"

Y/n said as she laid her head on his shoulder

"Y..yeah.. your pajamas are pretty cute but doesn't look like it's gonna help you in the cold. Here,take my scarf" Kalim said as he removes it and wrapped it around Y/n's shoulders. "Thanks! I love (fav animal)" "I can tell,your pajamas is literally that" Kalim said as Y/n lightly punched him.

The two were nothing but fools in love. They both like each other,it was obvious. Yet,no one wants to admit it.

.

The whole time they were talking about their experiences and alot of jokes.

"Jamil would be so furious if he knew about this"

Y/n joked as Kalim laughed

"He would go berserk! That reminds me,I should hey you back.. Don't want you to miss your beauty sleep"

Kalim said as Y/n pouts

"I love it here! No Grim to worry about,No Yuuken to act sass on me! No Crowley to come to me when he has a problem"

Y/n said as she gripped on the scarf around her shoulders.

The carpet lowered a little to be under the clouds and still be able to see where they were flying above.

They were in the town.

"Woah..! It's so pretty!"

Y/n said as she looked down

"Looks like you got over your dear of heights"

Kalim said with a chuckle as the carpet lowered to be hovering over the empty streets and flew past several stands.

Kalim noticed a closed flower shop with display flowers out in the open.

Kalim tried to grab a handful but all he got were two flowers

"Sheesh.. That's the first time I saw you steal"

Y/n said as a joke as Kalim laughs

"Hey,even the carpet took one!"

Kalim mentioned as he took it and gave the flowers to Y/n

"Not really a fancy bouquet,but I'll give you one tomorrow! A really big one! But for now,this is what I got.. not alot but meaningful cuz I would totally steal for you"

Kalim said with the sweetest smile as Y/n blushed and accepted it.

"Meaningful? Kindly explain what these flowers mean then"

Y/n teased as Kalim looked nervous

"I.. don't know what half of these flowers are.."

Kalim muttered as Y/n chuckled

"This one is a tulip, a hydrangea and a heather"

"Heather? Flowers can have human names?"

Kalim asked cluelessly

"who knows,maybe humans are named after flowers"

"*gasp* a loophole!"

.

Soon,Y/n and Kalim got back to Ramshackle.

"I'll help you in"

Kalim said as he helped Y/n enter her room through the window.

"That was fun!"

Y/n said as she smiled at Kalim

"We can do this every day!"

Kalim said as Y/n fished something out of her pocket,a pen.

"Give me your hand"

Y/n said as Kalim did as he was told and Y/n started writing.

"That's my number,call me when you wanna go in a carpet ride together!"

Y/n said with a faint pink blush ok her cheeks

"Of course! We're gonna have alot more fun!"

Kalim said as he bid adieu to Y/n and left.

"The flowers!"

Y/n whisper shouted as she took a plastic water bottle and filled it up with water and placed the flowers in to save it.

Y/n closed her window before laying down in bed, remembering about Kalim's scarf and smiling.

I'll give it back tomorrow.. his scent is.. really nice..

And with that,Y/n drifted to sleep.

Bonus✨:

Kalim 'sneakily' made his way back to his dorm room with a chuckle.

It was dark and he could barely see anything,but he did memorized his room to know where his bed was as he jumped into it.

"What time is it?"

A strict tone said followed by the light switch in Kalim's room turning on,blinding him with the sudden brightness

"AHGG!!"

Kalim said as he shut his eyes and slowly opened them to his suprise.

"Why so pale? Kalim"

Jamil said as he was leaning on Kalim's door with squinted eyes

"ECK! J-Jamil! I-I didn't know you were here! How are you?!"

Kalim said nervously as he wipes the sweat off his suddenly now pale face

"Did you sneak out?"

Jamil asked,even more angered.

"n-no! I didn't! I swear! Why would I do that?! You said not to so I flew into my room and here I am!"

"You just entered your room through the window,Kalim."

"Did not!"

"You don't fool me"

Jamil said as Kalim was clearly almost going to cry,so Jamil gave it a rest.

"Don't keep doing that if you still wanna see Y/n"

"You're not gonna hurt her,right..?"

Kalim said nervously as Jamil ruffled his eyebrows

"No? Why would I? I'm glad you finally found your counterpart so why would I take that from you? Y/n is skilled,she can help me take care of you"

and with that,Jamil left with a sigh.

"I got away with it?... Yes..!"

Kalim whispered as he high fived the carpet and drifted to sleep,thinking about the earlier events he had with Y/n.

No. You didn't get away with anything

He let it slide.

[ac-liveblogs]

Golden Slumber further evidences my joke theory that there is (1) competent writer on genshin's writing team who understands subtlety, nuance and discrimination, but that they are locked in the basement for most of the year and only see the sun for one day every 6 months.

(Said writer is responsible for Cyno's characterisation and Itto's quest, obviously.)

It also staggers me that golden slumber -a questline which intentionally or unintentionally discusses and references Edward Said's Orientalism -exists in game where every time the followers of the scarlet king start talking about their god, the dendro archon/a follower of the dendro archon comes in to archonsplain the true history to these ignorant barbarians. The whiplash is unreal.

This quest is also making me realise how much I wish the scarlet king were actually revived (maybe as a playable character).

Like can you imagine the emotional conflict and drive it would create for Nahida and Deshret for Deshret to come back and realise that, though they weren't betrayed in the moment of their death, in the centuries after, Nahida's people endlessly exploited theirs. That the sages threw away their 'human trash' to Aaru village without compensation. That they systematically painted over the desert's true history to demonise the scarlet king. That Nahida did nothing throughout all this. (Because she couldn't do anything. It absolves her, but is she frustrated about it? Guilty? There's material here!)

It'd give the Desert side of the equation a codified and important leader (unlike the big eremite who got jobbed by Dehya) and also have the advantage of grounding the conflict in the present and not 500 yrs ago.

Then again, this is the game where Nahida says "the sages have never done anything wrong until they started harvesting dreams" despite witnessing hundreds of years of discrimination so maybe she just doesn't care. There are people online who say she has no obligation to protect them but like, lmao, sometimes the obligation is just there by morality and capacity, lol.

See, I'm pretty sure that HYV cares about two things - lore, and the Archons. Most character or storyline pretty much just exists to facilitate learning about those things, so in, like, Sumeru - the storyline about the Eremites is only just barely about the Eremites. It's about learning about King Deshret's history with Rukkhadevata, and the Eremite rebellion is used as a vehicle to make that lore relevant so it can be explained to the player.

There's an Eremite rebellion because [x] > We now have to learn how that happened! > We have learnt something cool about Rukkhadevata! > We don't need the Eremite rebellion storyline anymore. They're just cool and over it now that they know the truth. But we WILL keep using them to exposit more Godlore! (Except we already said they got history wrong so uhhhh, the person that has to exposit is-)

It's Watatsumi all over again. The rebellion doesn't matter, shh, the oppression and grievances of their people are just window dressing that we'll do the absolute bare pathetic minimum to address, just absorb all the lore about their dead god, isn't that so much more interesting? Does Kokomi get to be involved in the Ekanomiya exploration? Lmao are you joking??? Why would we want HER here??? Go talk to a million ghosts instead, isn't that so much better.

So that's kind of the angle I view the writing of almost every storyline from, and the function of almost every sidequest character? They just want you to know the lore and craft their storylines around delivering that. They might accidentally write a good character or quest despite this (Sacred Sakura Cleansing still stands on top), but I really don't get the sense they're that interested in actually writing their characters or storylines beyond the scope of a wikipedia summary.

*cough* scaramouche *cough cough*

Which is a really long way of saying - sorry, anon, I emotionally checked out of Sumeru's sidequests because they take too damn long so I hit button mash central midway through the Aranara questline and I from what I've accumulated through social media, it doesn't really sound like I've missed all that much. I know the general plot beats of Golden Slumber and how it ends, but I skipped through most of it.

I just don’t think HYV cares at all about the storyline they’ve created with the Eremites beyond how it can be used to Drop Lore about Deshret and Rukkhadevata (and related). They’ll do the bare minimum to wrap it up once it’s not useful anymore. 

I was thinking about King Deshret as a reincarnated character yesterday and originally thought it might be interesting, but I think I would have preferred... I don't know, Rukkhadevata genuinely Did A Bad for what she thought were the right reasons, and Nahida has to accept and make amends for that? It could end up being her first big Action as an Archon - one that sets her apart from both her predecessor and the Akademiya.

I get the sense in Sumeru that HYV is waaaaay more interested in Deshret than they are in uhhhh almost anyone else except Nahida? Is it just me that gets that sense? I can't imagine things would improve if Deshret was a modern character. Tbh, the less gods in the main cast the better. But you know what would be cool?

If we learnt what Cyno's damn headpiece meant