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mondaymelon · 4 months

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first time in this account lol Idk if you're taking requests but I saw that post some minutes ago and... Idk, wanted to request something lol, if you didn't do it yet! What about headcanons with a reader who doesn't show physical attention until some years of knowing them? Like, they know each other for about 5 years and just then the reader decides to do some small act of physical affection... I wanted the headcanons to be with Childe, Arlecchino, Wanderer and Furina! If you can <3

₊˚ෆ 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔… | childe, wanderer, arlecchino, furina x gn!reader

( childe's part might be a little ooc. havent done that part of the archon quest yet cries. also mwah arlecchino we love her in this household !! )

[ You were always someone who wasn’t fond of physical attention. Fleeting touches and kisses to the cheeks were never your forte, yet what should happen if the lover you’ve had for years is suddenly on the receiving end of such affections? ]

"physical affection... ah- it's okay if you can't show that to me, there's plenty of other ways to tell that you love me!"

CHILDE was the one to say those words to you, and the held the most certain truth. You were his lover, and a hug or two couldn't sway the fact! While the harbinger is quite the puppy and often yearns for your warmth, he'll respect your boundaries and allow you whatever. A lover like Childe places your happiness as a priority over his, wanting more to see your eyes sparkle than his own.

"Love, you wouldn't believe what happened in the courthouse today." You glance up from your spot where you're curled up on the couch, snuggled into a fluffy blanket and holding a warm drink in your hands, one of Inazuma's light novels sitting on the armrest. You hear the door to the two of you's home shut and lock, and listen to... Childe's footsteps. How strange, is he stumbling?

Glancing up, you internally gape at the cuts on his body, your eyes instantly drawn at the red splattered across his features. "'Taglia, what hap-"

He lets out a dry chuckle, grinning sheepishly as he rids his shoes at the door. "No worries, the blood isn't mine. Most of it, at least. I managed to get out of there in time, so all's well, yeah?"

As if that'd provide you any comfort. You narrow your eyes, glaring at him unyieldingly, until Childe has no choice but to force out another tasteless chuckle. "Come on now, I'm home, so let's do something fun instead of just being mad at me, 'kay?"

"Tartaglia."

The man flinches, his deep ocean eyes rounding. When you call him that and not his nickname, he knew that he had landed himself in deep shit. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry." He says that, but the sentence rounds up in a change of his tone, sounding almost suspiciously like a question. "It won't happen aga-"

The world itself seems to stop.

Your head is buried into his chest, arms wrapped around his waist. Archons, can you hear how fast his heart is beating? You've made him into a complete and utter mess. He's blushing, his ears practically on fire, and any thoughts once in his brain have been seared away in single second. It takes him to the count of three to remember how to breathe once more, his chest erratically heaving up and down as his shaking arms wrap around you hesitantly, wondering if it'd be okay to do so.

"...Love?"

"Mhm?"

"I- I thought you-"

"If it's with you, I'm okay."

Oh, how those words tug at his heart. You look so perfect in his arms - yes, you looked simply perfect all the time, he'd admit in a split-second. The messy nest of hair atop your head when you woke up in the early mornings, the dark bags under your eyes when you didn't sleep until late at night, your smile, your laugh, even your scowl. It silenced any effort to not fall in love with you.

A smile tugs at his lips. A bright one, a warm one, if that was even possible. Perhaps his eyes are shining with tears, or perhaps it was merely a trick of light, but he holds you all the closer, not wanting to let you go.

"Love, I... Archons, I don't think I'd be able to love anyone but you." ₊˚ෆ

"..great. i don't want your filthy hands on me anyways, so there shouldn't be a problem, hm?"

WANDERER's words were just that, would it kill him to be a little nicer? It didn't matter... you knew your lover well, or at least well enough to tell that what he said wasn't the complete truth.

Sure, you had seen him shrug off and make expressions of disgust directed towards particularly touchy people that he'd become somewhat acquainted with. And you most certainly had witnessed his frustrated outbursts and rants when he returned home to your shared abode, whining and grumbling about any trivial error someone had made - that is, brushing fingers with him while passing him papers. Something that couldn't exactly be avoided, yet he had glared at the wall for a good amount all the same.

Ah, but then there were moments when he thought you weren't looking, and that was when his eyes would drink you in. Grazing over your eyes, to your lips, then to your hands, where'd they linger on your fingers for perhaps longer than they should.

And you'd catch the times where you were inclined to say something flirtatious - words that were never all that flirtatious in the first place, Wanderer just happened to be unusually susceptible. Chin resting on your hand, eyes staring into his, you'd say something about how pretty he was, and then he'd just about go into neurogenic shock, likely not speaking to you the rest of the day, the tips of his ears, if one squinted to a certain extent, pink.

"Love." You glance up at him, a slight pout fixed on your lips. He'd been immersed in minor tasks, and those pesky things were what stole his attention away from you. An ironic twist of fate, as you were usually the one to be drowning in work, and he'd be the one practically begging for affection.

He hums, yet doesn't even bother to look at you.

"Do you want to go for a walk?"

"No."

"Go get something to eat?"

"No."

"Visit the... House of Daena?"

"No."

"Shall we feed the finches?"

A slight pause. "...No."

"Then... let's hold hands?"

He froze at your words, and it seemed that the male lost the function of inhaling, for he sat there unmoving for what seemed like hours, his expression petrified in its form of his large eyes, raised eyebrows, and mouth slightly ajar.

"...Excuse me?" It seemed that he doubted his own ears, for he set his work aside and fixed his focus upon you, fingers trembling just the slightest.

"Hmph, have you suddenly forgotten how to think?" You frowned, yet your eyes curved into crescents all the same, and Wanderer felt his breath hitch at how ethereal you were. The sly fox you were, you took his moment of shock, settling by his side and intertwining your fingers with his. "Like this, is it not?" You were smiling now, and for the first time you glimpsed the red on his ears, but now on his face too, a rosy red descending upon his cheeks.

"What's..." Perhaps you were right. His vocabulary had suddenly dwindled, and now he had nothing but questions - that, and the growing warmth in his chest. "What do you think you're doing right now?"

Whatever attempt he had to sound "mean" had failed. You knew him too well for that. "Holding hands, what else? Your hands are cold you know-" And at that he flinched. "But it feels nice."

D...Did it really?

"You, no... love, let's stay like this. You're... warm." ₊˚ෆ

"when you sought me, i thought it'd be a serious matter. there's no trouble in it, truly, so there's no need to look so dejected."

ARLECCHINO hadn't even batted an eye. Was there a reason to? Yes, this certainly crossed off any thought of romantic couple things like kissing and hand holding, but it wasn't like she'd gasp dramatically and fall to the ground, blaming you for setting boundaries-

As if she'd ever. Your imagination was running wild today, perhaps it was the lack of sleep finally catching up to you? It was a stark contrast compared to Arlecchino, who went days without rest, shuffling through paper after paper on her desk and constantly relaying messages to her subordinates. She was a hard worker - a trait most easily overlooked, but it was a point of adoration for you. A point among many. Arlecchino was an easy person to love, despite the bristling thorns she'd show at first glance.

"Darling, a cup of tea, please?" Her gaze flicked up from her work to you, a thin smile decorating her lips. It was more a less a habit the two of you established - that is, pouring her tea. Her favorite cup was the one you had gifted her when you first started your relationship, shaded in a dark hue and embellished with roses, their blooms, petals, and thorny branches spreading across the expanse of porcelain. You placed said cup on her desk with a breath of satisfaction, tilting you head in questioning at the unusual amount of papers on her desk.

"Arle, did something happen?"

She merely chuckled to herself, her eyes shining with delight. "Ah, why don't you wager a guess?" You were her "subordinate" of sorts, although your true association was far more intimate. You knew of her plans with Fontaine, and helped carry them out. She revered your loyalty, but your warmth far more.

"...Has the hydro gnosis been secured?"

She snapped her fingers in one swift motion, her small smile widening into a true one that played across her ruby lips. "Correct, I'd expect nothing less of someone as capable as my lover."

"Then, Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet..."

"They've done well." It'd be hard to forsake the note of pride in her voice. Setting down the sheets in her gloved hands, she stood from her seat slowly, letting her eyes scan over your body. "You've asked your question, now shall I ask mine? Darling, I did quite well myself, did I not?"

Her expectant gaze read one thing, but instead of the usual quality time spending the two of you'd share, this time, you had rather differing plans. Smiling, you walked up to her, not letting the way her eyes sparkled just the slightest escape your sight. Promptly, sneakily, you flung yourself upon her, beaming as your hands found refuge winding about her torso, nearly instantly trapping her into your death hug. "You did, Arle~!"

"..." At her silence, you glanced up, only to be met with a sight that drew blush upon your own cheeks. Her usually composed, mystery-shroud features were now conflicted with crossing emotions... of what, however, was rather indecipherable. Arlecchino was a person of many masks, yet now it seemed that her "mask" displayed but one thing - love.

"Darling, I... you look perfect in my arms, so shall we stay like this a moment longer?" ₊˚ෆ

"is that so? a trivial matter, is it by law that i must hold you in my arms in order to prove my love for you?"

FURINA's multicolored irises and teardrop pupils twinkled, their shine dancing on the moonlit breeze. A hand daintily held a teacup, its fragrant contents swirling about the porcelain basin. Her laugh accompanied the cool evening wind, and she fluttered her eyes shut in a smile that brightened her expression. "Come now, why so shocked? Wouldn't this be expected from someone as benevolent as I?"

It was a scene that would remain forever painted in your mind, like a beautiful mural that one's eyes could not possibly forsake. The way her mouth tugged upwards and the manner in which her eyes curv-

"Hey, are you even listening to me right now?" A familiar voice tugged you out of your reminiscence of the confrontation months prior. Furina displayed a childish frown on her lips, her partly furrowed eyes sharpening her gaze into a rather particular one.

Oh, lost in thought once more. You let out a soft sigh, nodding sheepishly. "Yes, love, I am.."

"Mhm..." Your words left a no, you clearly aren't!" Furina sat up, her intensifying discontentment apparent on her features. "I said I got you access to front ticket seats to the hottest new court case! You know, the one involving the robbery... the one that's quite literally got the entire Steambird in a chokehold? Yet, you're not excited in the slightest!?" She sounded offended, and she likely was, for her cheeks were flushed the slightest in rash frustration and her narrowed eyes creased at their corners. "Appreciate my efforts, why don't you?"

"Appreciate" indeed.

Ah, but was a sudden, tight embrace overshooting it? For she tensed in your arms, her frame absolutely suspended in your hold, her slack jaw giving the slightest tremor. "Mon amour, just w-what are you-?"

"Come now, Furina, am I not permitted to hug my own lover now?" The jesting in your voice faded as the sarcastic grin on your face formed a smaller, more genuine one. "I'm... ah, I'm okay, if it's with you. I'll be okay."

She paused at your words, contemplation of them flashing in her gaze, and let out a gratified exhale. "Then..." she nearly melted in your embrace, leaning her head into your arms compliantly.

"Don't you dare think I've forgotten about your previous transgression, but... ah, it can be forgiven, can't it, mon amour?" ₊˚ෆ

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lemon-boy-stan · 6 months

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Hi! May I request a scenario of Childe and his s/o the morning after their first time?

Hi anon, of course you can! I've turned it into a reaction featuring multiple characters because this is really sweet

The morning after your first time with the Genshin Men

Summary: waking up next to your boyfriend after the first time you have sex together. Genre: fluff. Warnings: mentions of sex, nudity (m and f), mention of losing virginity, mature themes. Featuring: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Wriothesley

CHILDE

The sun shone through the window, the light waking you up. Childe grunted softly, "don't leave, comrade." You smiled softly, body still sore from last night. "I'm not going anywhere, Ajax." Tartaglia kissed your neck softly, pulling you close to him. "You should have told me you were a virgin," he said softly. You buried your head into his bare chest, "to have you go easy on me?"

Childe grinned, "to be fair, you can't win all the battles, my love." You smiled and rolled your eyes, "you wanna test that out, Mr. Harbinger?" Tartaglia chuckled loudly, "hm. What are you gonna say when I tell your friends you got ABSOLUTELY RAILED by the eleventh Fatui Harbinger?" You smacked him on his back, "I'd say he totally took advantage of an inexperienced girl. Then, Master Diluc has another reason to beat you up." And Childe gasped, placing his hand on his chest, "you would never!"

DILUC

It was a warm morning in Mondstadt. Diluc's hair was much longer than yours, and flowed under your body. It was ticklish behind the back of your bare neck. He moaned softly, eyes opening slowly. "M-morning,' he yawned, looking at you with his beautiful red, tired eyes. You giggled softly, "good morning, Master Diluc."

Diluc blushed, his cheeks were almost as red as his hair. "Good morning," he smiled, kissing your lips. "Will you marry me?" He murmured. Your jaw dropped open and you let out a loud laugh, "surely it was wasn't that good! It was my first time, after all." He grinned, kissing you again, "yes it was, but I also just want to wake up next to you every day." Before pulling you close for another kiss, bringing the blanket over the two of you.

KAEYA

"Hey, beautiful," Kaeya's raspy voice filled your ears, "did you sleep well?" You rolled over to face him, he had been spooning you before. You blushed, "very well, Sir Kaeya." He chuckled, tracing lines across your body, making you shiver, the touch both foreign and familiar. "Come on, honey, we're way past the formalities, aren't we? Or shall I still call you Traveller, hmm?"

You shook your head and he grinned, "I remember when we first met in Jean's office. You were so lost, and yet you still kept looking at me with an amazed face, like you were checking me out. From that moment on, I already knew I liked you. Thank the Archons that you came to me asking to teach you to swordfight properly, huh? Who knows if we would even interact privately if it weren't for that," he brushed away a loose strand of your hair. You shoved your head into his neck, "Archons! Don't remind me! I was so innocent and desperate back then!" Making Kaeya laugh loudly, kissing you and shaking his head. "My, my, look at you. Not so innocent anymore, hmm?"

ZHONGLI

Zhongli did not sleep that night. After you had sex and drifted off to sleep, he was still processing everything. He had never had sex before, and he could smell that you hadn't either. There was a certain purity in your scent that he did not smell in others. For some reason, even after mating with you for the first time, it was still there. The whole night, as you lay next to him, breathing puffy little breaths, he watched you sleep, promising himself that he would protect you until the end of time.

You were the only kind of treasure he ever truly loved.

Zhongli pretended to sleep as soon as he sensed you waking. There were still many secrets he had hidden from you, and he wished not to scare you away. Zhongli had always seen sex as something necessary, even though he had never had sex before. He always smelled lust on other humans, but with you, he'd only ever smelt purity, and now he knew sex was so much more. Your eyes fluttered open and you turned to him, "good morning," whispering the words. Zhongli smiled, "good morning, my Qingxing. Would you care for a cup of tea?"

WRIOTHESLEY

Wriothesley's voice was deep and husky, the sound waking you up. The bed was so warm, you didn't want to get up. Wriothesley smiled, blue eyes shining. "Good morning, beautiful. How do you feel?" You giggled softly, "so good, Mr. Duke," making him grin, rolling his eyes. "I had a really good time last night," you breathed softly. Wriothesley blushed, "I had a really good time last night too, my love."

You giggled again, looking into his eyes. "I'd marry you right now," he murmured, "if you'd let me," you blushed, "I'd marry you right now, too, Your Grace, but if I'm not correctly mistaken, I do believe that's the Chief Justice banging at your door." Wriothesley sighed, pulling you close and kissing him. "Stay for the week?" He murmured. You smiled, kissing him back, "I think I'll be staying for a while, Your Grace."

The pounding on the door got louder. "WRIOTHESLEY!" Yelled the Chief Justice, "I KNOW YOU'RE WITH THE TRAVELLER! OPEN UP NOW OR I SHALL SENTENCE YOU!" there was another loud bang, and a high-pitched voice shrieked outside the door, "PAIMON KNOWS YOU'RE IN THERE, YN!!! THE WHOLE FORTRESS COULD HEAR YOU!!!"

GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST

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The other requests are on their way!!! Hope you like this, anon!

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primofate · 2 years

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Interrupted make-out session [Genshin Impact]

Notes: This was also a request and I liked it but for some reason I can’t find the ask anymore, I might have accidentally deleted it. Has been sitting in my drafts for a while cause idk how else to make it better. It’s still a little cringy to me, tbh.

Warnings: VERY STEAMY but generally still SFW bordering on not, you’ve been warned though, not proofread, some possessiveness, yes there are sexual innuendos, mentions of alcohol and drinking, did i say not proofread?, if there are pronoun slips please let me know.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Ayato, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli, gn!reader

Aether

The two of you never really meant for it to turn into a make out session. With Aether, there’s a lot of patience and no pushing to do things. It just happened spontaneously while cuddling in bed.

The first kiss was innocent. Just a quick peck on the lips. But something in him seemed to spur him on and suddenly he’s leaning in for another one...and another one...and another... He’s still slow about it, giving you the chance to say no but also hoping that you don’t pull away. When you don’t, he peers into your eyes and sees that they’re clouded over, just as his is and he puts his all into the next kiss.

His hand cradles your neck, his kiss is nearing hungry, wanting more of your soft lips on his. It’s an addiction now and you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the already passionate exchange. You open your mouth to let his tongue slide in, the kisses are getting sloppy, wetter. Your legs are tangled together and the heat between your lips blooms in your stomach and has you silently begging for more. The raw emotion makes you weak.

“Hey! Why is the door locked?! Did you two forget about Paimon?! Let me in!”

The two of you pull away abruptly. Panting and flushed, Aether more so than you. There’s a subtle disappointment in his eyes, but he’s a gentleman so he smiles and gathers himself, smooths down your hair and his, kisses your nose and utters a quick “I love you,” before pushing off the bed and letting the clueless Paimon in.

Albedo

Did he plan it? You’ll never know. He took you to Inazuma with him when he was commissioned to paint The Five Kasen. Of course, he took Klee with him too.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been alone,” Albedo sets down the tea on the kotatsu and sits next to you on the tatami floor. Klee is out with the traveller and Yoimiya, and though he feels a little bad for not being able to take Klee around, he was really rather busy with the preparation of the paintings.

What you didn’t get was why he wouldn’t let YOU go with Klee instead. It’d been midday when he emerged from his separate work room and sought you out. And now the two of you sat side by side each other, you feel him snake an arm around your waist. “You’re done with the painting?” You question him as he presses a kiss on the side of your head.

“No,” he simply replies. The next time he dips his head, it lands on your lips and you instantly recognize the need in it. He rarely initiated kisses like this, the type that fanned a fire in your belly. It’s not a hungry kiss, but its long and his lips constantly move against yours, just as your head tilts to the side to give him more access.

Your hand slides away from the teacup and rests on his shoulder, his arms are coming up to your back and pressing you further into him. When he breaks away he only does so to dip back into your neck, trailing kisses up to your ear. “‘Bedo--” You shudder a little at the light and quick pecks...until your ears pick up on familiar little, running footsteps and the door making a small rattle before the two of you break away and it slides open to reveal a very happy Klee, bursting with joy about her adventures.

You pretend to be drinking tea, though Albedo’s hand is still around your waist, he clears his throat before greeting his sister. “Welcome back, Klee,”

Ayato

Intentional but has an excuse for it and kind of blames you for it.

It’s rare that he gets to go to a festival with you, but he decided that he could take a break today and walk around. Inazuman festivals are always looked forward to, with lots of stalls, festivities and the closing fireworks, it’s an enjoyable time for everyone.

For Ayato, however, he can’t help but keep staring at your kimono-clad form. You rarely wore them, only on special occasions. Simply said, you looked even more charming than usual.

So then was it his fault that he pulled you into a small alleyway in between two Inazuman houses and started kissing you? No. Not at all.

“A-Ayato--There are people--” He’s gentle when he maneuvered you against the wall, but his kiss was not. He nips at your lips in a teasing manner, and recaptures your lips over and over again with only a second to breathe between each one, his hands sliding up your hip to keep you in place.

“If you’re not too noisy they won’t notice, darling,” Ayato hides a smirk as he whispers to you, going back in for a now open mouthed and hot kiss. He just can’t get enough of you. Every breath he took was like breathing in lust and fire, seducing him to keep his mouth sucking yours.

Then, he feels something bump against his foot, he pulls away abruptly, one of his arms still leaning onto the wall next to your head and he looks down to see a colourful ball there. The sounds of kids shouting about kicking the ball too far and running after it makes him pull all the way back, just in time for the kids to stop at the entrance of the alleyway and look at the two of you quizzically, then down to their ball.

Ayato merely kicks it back towards them, and they don’t ask any questions, just caring about the fact that they can continue their game. He does pull you over and out of the small space though, despite you still being flushed and easily says. “We’ll continue later, care to come over?”

Dainsleif

Not a particularly jealous person but there are times where he can’t really stand other people giving you too much attention.

Wolvendom was apparently a dangerous place. Not for Dainsleif. Dainsleif might have been more dangerous than Wolvendom itself. So despite the dangers of the forest you find yourself at ease when he’s around.

The plan was to just pick wolfhooks, but things escalated pretty easily when you found your back against a tree and Dainsleif hovering above you. He didn’t have his arms out, nor was he pushing you towards the tree, but his gaze stayed you there. “...There was a man at the tavern who was a little touchy with you,” he started and you realized he had somehow been watching that exchange.

“He was drunk, Dain. He was kicked out a little later,” You explain as he cups your chin and levels his gaze towards you.

“...I don’t like it,” he simply says and you nod saying that you knew. No one would. However, instead of him complaining he translates his frustrations into a rather forceful kiss. Him pressing against you and trapping you at the tree, you didn’t resist, you had no intention to and all you could do was melt against him.

It would seem as if he was taking out his anger on you, but his kisses gradually ease up, and all it starts to translate to is love and of him never wanting to let you go. His hands tether at your waist and he continues to drown you with his kiss, tongue pushing against your lips, asking for access to your mouth. It’s soft yet dominating at the same time, like an artist’s brush that confidently strokes at the canvas, he continues to stroke his lips on yours.

The first signs of rainfall drip on the tree the two of you are under, it escapes past the leaves until he starts to feel it drip on his scalp. He pulls away as the rain starts to hammer harder down on the two of you. He doesn’t mind kissing you in the rain, but it was the thunder that worried him. He instinctively pulls his coat away and over your form, then retreating under a nearby shelter that he knew of.

His face still has desire painted on it, but he looks down at you, slightly drenched and looking cold and smiles a little with apology. “Sorry,” he says curtly and you only grin back at him.

Diluc

He likes the thought of being intimate with you. Kissing is just the most basic form of love that he discovered he enjoys. He enjoys it so much it’s hard for him to tell himself that one kiss will be enough.

It starts with your visit to his study. He’s there, poring over papers and the moment you walk in it’s as if his exhaustion billows away. He waits for you to approach him at his chair behind the desk and greets you by taking your hand and kissing the back of it. “Done with work?” He asks you and you nod your head with a small “Mmhmm,”

He stands then and greets you more intimately with another kiss. Gloved hand placed on your collarbone and clutching at your shoulder as he pulls you in. Your lips fuses into his perfectly, like you were made for each other and he thinks the same. It’s the exact reason why he can never just kiss you once, specially in the privacy of a room.

He kisses you again, but this time with more fervor, like he hadn’t kissed you in forever, like it was his first time seeing you in ages. His weight starts to push on you, and there’s nowhere to go but on his desk. Without ever taking his lips away he hoists you up over his desk, letting you sit comfortably while you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He’s standing in between your legs and his hands are pressed tightly on your waist. He pulls away to see the expression on your face, clearly wanting more.

He doesn’t ever complain about giving you more and the kisses heat up to the point that your tongues are dancing together, panting against the passion, your hands are tangled in his long, red hair, and you instinctively tug at the hair band keeping it together. Your body almost trembles against his at the intensity of his lips conquering yours--

“Master Diluc? The accountant is here to see you,” The knock on the door pulls the two of you apart, but he doesn’t move from his forehead to forehead position with you. It feels hotter in the room, and he’s sure that it’s not just him who feels it. He stalls for a while to think about what to say, wanting to just turn the accountant away and tell him to come back another time, but you laugh under your breath, feeling the conflict in him.

“Master Diluc,” you breathe out, clearly teasing him. “Don’t keep your guest waiting, I’ll come back later,” It’s you who pushes him away and jumps off the desk, turning to open the door and reveal Adelinde behind it. “He’ll be there in a second. Thank you Adelinde!”

Gorou

Shy. So more often than not you’re the one initiating. You’re surprised that he’s actually a good kisser, or did he just get gradually better at it? Maybe he read some books about it...

Gorou already knows what’s on your mind when you ask him “Can I see the armory?” The first time you asked that, he merely raised his eyebrows and said sure. That had turned out to be a full-blown kissing session that left him flustered the whole day.

It had actually been a while since you visited, and so when you ask “Is there anything new in the armory?” with a small grin on your face. Gorou can’t control nor hide the swish of his tail. He doesn’t admit out loud that he’s missed you far more than he can comprehend.

You’re rather shocked as well that when the door to the armory closes he’s the one who captures your lips in a kiss. He pulls away to say “I--I haven’t seen you in so long. I just--” but you silence him with another, pulling at his clothes to get him leaning on top of you, mouths meshed together.

Your hands wander up to his ears, you always do that, rubbing at it while kissing makes him let out a low growl into your mouth and give a slight jump, but he doesn’t hate it. In fact it encourages him to do more. To open his mouth and receive yours. The kissing sounds are starting to sound lewd and his hands are starting to crawl up your sides.

“General?” Gorou jerks away from you, there’s a sound of a weapon clinking, as if it was getting hung up on the wall. There are footsteps coming around to the two of you and you flatten your clothing out hastily. One of his soldiers was in the armory and emerges from a row of weapons. “Ah general! I thought I heard you!” and proceeds to ask about which weapon would suit him more, because he was having a hard time picking.

Gorou glances at you, face still flushed but there’s nothing but amusement in your eyes. He sighs inwardly and makes a future mental note to check if there’s anyone in the premises first before deciding to kiss you.

Itto

He doesn’t constantly think about making out with you but when it starts to happen he can’t get his mind out of the gutter anymore. Doesn’t have a normal amount of shame as well. So getting caught making out is like nothing to him.

His favourite place to go beetle hunting is Chinjuu forest. Apparently that’s where all the big and strong ones are. He’s looking at every nook and cranny. In the river, atop trees, under boulders, on the stone stairs, inside logs. You name it.

When he finally finds one, it’s like he hit the jackpot. “Heyyy!! Y/N, check this out!” he waves over and runs towards you to show you his new found treasure...only for him to trip on a big rock and start falling backwards, the beetle is startled and flies away from his hand.

Itto is somewhat of an impulsive klutz, and so when he realizes that he’s falling he clumsily grabs on to the nearest thing, as if it would help him. Unfortunately, that was you and you end up on the ground with him.

“Ow...Gee...Stupid rock,” he pushes himself up by his elbows and glares at the rock by his foot, then realizes that you’re completely pressed up against him and resting right below his chin. “Y/N! You okay?!”

He wraps one arm around your waist, with how burly Itto was, having you resting on top of him was nothing. He realizes how close the two of you are and a bulb instantly lights in his head. “...Wanna kiss?” He grins shamelessly and you smack his shoulder hard. “Ow!”

“Come on! Just one!” he urges and and somehow flips you over to the ground. Now he’s the one hoisting himself up above you. You consent and he giddily kisses you on the lips. Despite his size Itto is always gentle at first, and he never goes past your boundaries. Always asking if he could kiss you. He pulls away with a satisfied smile, but just looking at you under him like that...it stirs a bit of something in his gut.

“...Another one?” He asks. Eyes tacked on to your suddenly delicious looking lips. He leans in again and this time the kiss he gives has a slight nip to it, his teeth gently nibbling on your lower lip, like he’s trying to get an actual taste of you. He pulls away again, face starting to become pink. “...A-Another--” This time it’s you who pulls him down by his coat, not letting him finish his request and it turns into a full blow make-out session.

It’s a clumsy medley of kisses at first, just trying to taste more of each other and lips grappling for control. There’s a sudden, fiery urgency between your kisses, like you’re losing time, and your hands are starting to slide down his exposed midriff.

“Boss! Bossss!!” You push him away when you hear his gang members calling after him, but he didn’t seem to care and chases after your lips again. “Itto!” you hiss and punch his shoulder. “What?” he looks at you innocently. “Get off! Your friends are coming!”

“So what?” he blinks, actually looking like he doesn’t care. He just doesn’t find anything wrong about giving you affection. “Get off or I’ll never kiss you again!” You threaten and he pouts but relents. By the time his gang members arrive. The two of you are stood up, with you dusting your clothes off and Itto looking like a defeated bear.

Kaeya

You bet he initiates and he does so whenever he feels like it. However, other times, he likes to lure you into his trap by using his charms, so it looks as if you’re the one who started it but in fact he’s been sending you signals the whole time.

“Ah, so here you are,” Kaeya chuckles, kicking the door to the rooftop close as he saunters over to you. Up at the rooftop of the Favonius Headquarters, it was quiet and no one ever really went up there. You could see a small view of the town, as well as the windmills surrounding it.

You were leaning over the railings, and only turned around to give Kaeya a half-glare, crossing your arms over your chest. “Came up here to tease me more?” You said, earning another chuckle from Kaeya. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, love,”

He lifts your face up to meet his using his finger. His grin is handsome, and the moonlight illuminates his eye that much more. Your hands rest on his shoulders as he comes nearer and you mumble at him almost accusingly. “Liar. You couldn’t keep your hands off me during the meeting...”

Kaeya doesn’t say anything but does slither an arm around your middle. He was a menace. The Favonius meetings were long sometimes, and you guessed that he got bored. He kept nudging you with his knee, and at some point had even secretly placed his hand on your thigh, tracing patterns on it with his finger, pretending to listen to the meeting minutes.

Kaeya leans in to whisper into your ear, his breathy voice sends a shiver down your neck and spine. “Can’t help it, your squirming is fun to watch,” and that’s how he gets you to press your lips on his. Just with a little urging, a little teasing, a little subtle touch. It drives you crazy and it entertains him to no end.

“Someone’s impatient,” he whispers again when you pull back, “It’s your fault,” you whisper back. This time he’s the one who makes the move. His kisses are perfect. It touches more than just your lips, it reaches your soul, your heart and the very core of your being. You’re always left wanting more. He knows how to kiss in a way that has you chasing for more, clutching at him for more. He knows that when he sucks at your bottom lip you’ll mewl and bite his back. The heated exchange continues, up until the door to the rooftop slams open.

“Sir Kaeya--Oh...Uhm...I--” The knight who walks in realizes Keaya is in the middle of something. Kaeya doesn’t have plans to turn around, but he does so only to briefly address the knight. “I’ll be there in five minutes,” Kaeya doesn’t wait for the knight to leave, and proceeds to continue kissing you until your lips are sore.

Kazuha

Gentle but will catch you off guard. Always starts off with innocent kisses up until it escalates into a desire that he can’t ignore.

The bird’s nest of the ship. That small lookout on the highest point of the mast, where a crewmember would stay and warn the other crew members if there was an impending doom coming. Like a storm, or another big ship, or a small ship they should avoid. It’s an important part of the ship, but also a somewhat private little getaway.

The breeze is always nice up here, but when night falls it becomes a tad too chilly and you end up wrapped up in Kazuha’s arms and warmth. You stay like that for a moment, just enjoying the lull of the sea and the sound of the waves. After a while longer you tip your head up to look at him, finding that he’s gazing tenderly at you.

You smile, and he follows. A little piece of heaven was so easy for him to obtain with you in his life. You tip your head up to invite him for a kiss, and he effortlessly meets your lips romantically. It takes your breath away, the manner in which he silently claims your lips as his and only his. It’s not demanding nor forceful at all, yet something about it makes you surrender and your knees start feeling weak.

His arms tighten around you, he pulls away for a brief second, only for air and comes back in immediately. This time it feels like his lips scorches yours, the flame that ignites leaves you whimpering for more, clutching at his arms, senseless to everything else except his kiss.

The only reason it stops is because you’re suddenly jerked away from him. He startles as well, feeling his feet sway a little, but his hold on you is protective and reassuring. A strong wave had nearly tipped the two of you off balance, and Kazuha looks beyond the sea to see that a storm might be brewing.

He chuckles a little, aware that he got carried away for a moment there. “Let’s go back down, love. It’ll get dangerous up here in a few,”

Scaramouche

Rough and demands it when he wants it. For him it’s like an impulse, or maybe the result of holding back too much and suddenly exploding with want.

He was sour the whole day, and you had no idea why. Possibly one of his moods. He took it out on nearly all his subordinates, shouting about how everyone here was incompetent and useless.

When night fell and the men had fallen back to their makeshift tents or quarters, Scaramouche came back to his and your tent, done antagonizing everyone for the day. He doesn’t say much as he undresses and prepared for the night, slipping on a simple shirt and shorts. You were already on your shared cot, reading a book about something trivial.

He climbs in with a huff and you can’t help but smile at how childish his temperate was sometimes, but you’re startled when he climbs on top of you, your wrists are suddenly pinned above your head by his lone hand. “S-Scara--”

Wordlessly, his lips demandingly bears down on yours. You let out a slight sigh as you kiss, your eyes immediately closing at how possessive the kiss felt, but it’s exactly the way you like it. You part your mouth for him, and his tongue lashes in like strong waves pulling you under a sudden splash of desire.

The way he kisses you is beyond hungry, devouring your lips and all your senses to focus only on him. “Scara--!” was the only thing you could let out when he pulls back for a breath, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, your face incredibly flushed. That prompts him to do more, moving to yet again taste your lips.

“Sir? There’s an emergency out at the waterfalls. It seems that the resistance is closing in,”

Scaramouche pulls away and curses under his breath. He’s about to kill that soldier who’s standing outside the tent. He climbs away from the bed and starts getting dressed again, leaving you breathless on the bed. Still, you would think he would just leave, but for you, he comes back to where you rest and places a kiss on your forehead. “Wait for me, puppy. Won’t be long,”

Tartaglia

Mischievous and almost calculated. Beckons you to initiate it and leads you into it.

His meeting with the other Fatui agents just ended, and he’s left exhausted and melting into the sofa he was sitting on. His body is totally limp, just wanting to do nothing for a moment in the living room of his hotel suite. Sure, he loved the adrenaline of battle and the excitement it brought. But meetings were something else, it took a lot out of him.

“Childe?” You peer into the living room, having taken refuge in the bedroom that whole time while he took care of his business. He immediately perks up at your voice, his energy levels spiking at the thought of you. “Here, Y/N, we’re done,” he confirms and beckons you over with his hand.

You step out of the bedroom door and walk over to him on the couch, yelping when he easily pulls you atop him, forcing you to straddle him, your knees on the couch and your hands on his shoulders. “Childe!”

He only chuckles and leans back, liking the view of things, one of his hand lazily placed on your waist. “It’s been a long day honey,” he sighs out and takes his other hand to cradle your cheek. “I think I deserve a kiss,”

Indeed he does and you agree with no complaints. You straddle his lap fully when you lean in and hotly connect your lips. Your scent is hypnotic to him, the only thing in the world that could ever catch him off guard was you. He encases your waist in his arms, pulling you closer to him until you’re pressed against each other.

“Mm,” a hint of a moan escapes his lips and into yours. He doesn’t stop kissing you, the intensity increasing with each one. He starts to kiss you in a way that makes your toes curl and your insides burn, your brain melting into nothingness, not even noticing that your hands start to slide up his shirt.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You pull away, only to be pulled back in. “Keep going,” he breathes out, ignoring the obvious knocking on the door.

“Sir--I’m sorry. We’ve forgotten to report an important part of the mission,”

Childe clicks his tongue, but he hoists you up in his arms and shouts back. “I’m off-duty, come back tomorrow,” before the two of you disappear into the bedroom.

Thoma

Natural. It just happens when it happens. There’s not much thinking involved and there’s no prior teasing.

He’d been busy for a while, setting up things and making sure everything was in place for the Irodori festival. You, being a worker at Yae Publishing house, was also busy during that time period. For the whole festival you didn’t see each other, nor did you have the time to pass by even for a short greeting.

On the final day of the festival, Thoma finds himself waiting for you to finish your shift at the Yae Publishing House stall. “Thoma!” You run up to him, delighted to see your lover after a long week, he meets you with a hug and laugh, spinning you around once before setting you down again and walking to the restaurant that the two of you agreed to eat at for dinner that day.

It was also the celebration of the end of all your hard work for the festival. For this special occasion, he had requested a private dining room for the two of you. The night started off as normal, the two of you talking about your respective events and duties.

“I missed you,” he suddenly interjects in the middle of your story. He just couldn’t help it, it’s been so long since he saw your smiling face. “Ah, sorry, you can continue your story,” he waves a hand, urging you to go on, but you’ve stopped and shifted a little closer to him. “...I missed you too, Thoma,”

And just like that your lips were inviting his. He drops his chopsticks and turns to face you, his hands on both sides of your face to bring you closer to him, to feel his lips melt and combine with yours. He feels your fingers clutch at his shirt. Thoma’s kisses makes you forget your own name. Makes your heart beat faster and faster until it feels like exploding. Every time your lips come apart and together again you’re spun into a dizzying world of fireworks and passion.

“Y/N...” he whispers before he dives in yet again, your hands now tugging at his hair, as if wanting to sink into him deeper.

“Your drinks are here!” The door slides open rather suddenly and the two of you jerk apart, faces an intense red. The server is oblivious and hums to herself while placing the glasses on your table. “Enjoy!” She says before retreating out and sliding the door shut again.

The two of you are tense, but when you meet eyes, you can’t help but let out a snicker, he follows and the two of you are just laughing it off seconds later.

Venti

It’s like a form of entertainment for him, like a hobby. He loves kissing you and he doesn’t hide that at all.

“Venti...are you drunk?” You ask as you sit next to him at the tavern. He’s rather rowdy today, but he raises an eyebrow at your query. “Me? I haven’t even had a drink yet Y/N! I’m just excited I have time to visit the tavern again!”

The two of you are off to a table on the side, it’s a little secluded, but in no ways was it private. The deeper the night got the more people came in, but you realized that Venti wasn’t drinking any booze at all. In fact his attention was all on you, just talking to each other and enjoying each other’s company.

You don’t quite understand Venti’s attraction towards you. It’s as if he appeared one day and decided to latch on to you. Was it really love? Or just fascination? Still, he was a handful, but he was able to take care of you and be considerate of your feelings, despite being energetic and carefree all the time.

“...and so we decided to leave Dragonspine,” you finished your story, drinking some of your mocktail and noting that Venti was nodding at you with sparkling eyes.

“It must’ve been cold up there, hm?” He simply says and it dawns on you only now that his arm is wrapped around your waist and the two of you are quite cozy in that position, your body tucked in his. “You’re so cute, Y/N. It’s almost unbearable, ehe~”

Then, his eyes light up almost instantly. “Ah, you haven’t given me a kiss today! You were so busy in the morning that you forgot!” He leans in, putting his face out for you but you feel your cheeks heat up and decline his offer. “Idiot, we’re in public!”

He’s silent for a moment, realizing that you’re shy, and for some reason that face of yours spurs him even more to try and kiss you. Assertively, he uses his hand to move your turned away face to meet his and he’s the one who leans in for a mind-bending kiss.

You gasp into it, eyes widening at his bravery. Although it was loud in the tavern all you could really hear was your heart beating in your chest. He doesn’t let up, you feel his tongue prodding your lips, asking to be let into your hot mouth and your eyes close automatically, losing yourself into the sudden tingling sensation running up your spine.

He kisses you like you’re the finest wine he’s ever tasted, he drinks you up like he hasn’t had water in days and you feel his mouth just pressing on yours over, and over, and over again--

BANG!

The two of you startle away from each other. One of the waiters has smacked a medium barrel of wine on your table. The type that was for sharing and had a spout connected to it. The waiter saw you kissing, but he didn’t bat an eyelid. That happened all the time in the tavern. Instead, he actually grinned and said. “Here’s that wine you ordered, this’ll warm you both up quick,” and left cackling.

Xiao

Always doesn’t expect how he likes kissing so much. He doesn’t usually initiate but when it happens he’s also surprised by the hunger he has for your lips. It’s almost like the demon inside him comes out and wants to devour you.

Xiao has his own room in Wangshu Inn, but he doesn’t use it as much as one would think. He rarely needed sleep and staying in human quarters just seemed odd to him. He never got used to it.

As an adepti, the outdoors was his calling. It’s where he spent most of his time, even with his brothers and sisters back when they were all together. In a way he was very in touch with nature and his surroundings.

Today he spent the usual night up on the Wangshu rooftop with you. Looking down at the lights and the people weaving in and out. You came to him that night with red lipstick on, and it’s not because you had intentionally put it on. It was because you just finished an opera performance at the inn, and though you weren’t the lead singer you worked as a background dancer, and sometimes that required makeup that stood out, specially in Chinese opera.

Xiao had seen your performances several times. He didn’t say much about it, but he did comment once that he thought the story was beautiful and that your moves matched the story. That was more than enough for you, coming from him.

That night, you were merely wanting to say a brief hello, just as you always did after a show. “I’ll be going now, Xiao,” you say after a moment but his hand reaches out for your wrist and holds you in place.

You turn back with a curious look on your face, wondering if he was alright. “Xiao?” He gently pulls you towards him, and stares at your face. Something in him aches to kiss you. To mess up your makeup.

He moves you over to the wooden railing of the rooftop, your back pressing against it and him trapping you in between. He continues to stare at your lips, and you finally get the message. “Xiao, do you want to...” you gulp, and he does as well. His eyes dart up towards yours, as if asking for permission.

The permission you give is your eyes closing, head tilting the slightest bit forward, letting yourself fall vulnerable in front of him. He lets out a slight sigh at the sight before pressing your mouths together. His hand finds its way to your scalp, moving you closer to him, tasting your moist lips.

He’s aware that he’s possibly smearing lipstick all over himself, but that just heightens his desire. He wants it all over him, only him and when he pulls back to see the mess that he made of you, eyes clouded over, red lipstick smudged to the side of your lips, mouth parted as if asking for more and panting, he lets out an almost guttural groan and plunges in for more.

It’s intense, like his lips had a mind of its own and he wants nothing more than for you to just hold on to him like this forever. And then, in a sudden split second, he disappears into black smoke.

“Here’s your dinner Xiao!” The chef of Wangshu inn, Smiley Yanxiao appears at the entrance of the rooftop, but when he looks around and doesn’t see Xiao there, he scratches his head and addresses you instead. You who was covering your lips to conceal how smeared your lipstick was. “Hey, Y/N, tell Xiao that I’m placing his dinner here, okay? Thanks!”

He proceeds to place the almond tofu dish on a table off to the side and turns around to go back to the kitchen. Your heart is still hammering in your ears and you’re not sure if what happened earlier had really transpired. But when you blink your eyes again and Xiao reappears in front of you, face covered in a rare blush and avoiding your gaze, you’re a hundred percent sure it had happened, and you can’t help but feel your heart skip another beat at that.

Zhongli

Patient. Knows how to bide his time. It’s not rushed or sloppy. It’s slow and sensual and he knows what he’s doing.

“Darling, I’ll be off soon,”

It’s how your mornings with him usually start. He wakes up to tend to his duties as a worker in Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and you also have to attend to your duties as a simple hairdresser in Liyue Harbor. Appointments with you are usually done in your home, where you and Zhongli lived. Occasionally you do home visits and go to the client’s home instead of them coming to you.

“Mmhmm, I’ll see you later,” You rush over to him who is already at the door, tip toe for a quick kiss and attempt to unfurl away from his hold, only for him to hold on to you tight.

He doesn’t like rushed kisses, though the two of you are busier than usual this morning he’ll hold fast to his promise of giving loving kisses. Never rushed nor in a hurry. “Hold on a moment, dear,” he requests and holds your chin in his hand, slightly squeezing your cheeks and holding it up for him to dip down properly and sensually into a heart-melting kiss.

It gets you every time, and you don’t know how he does it. There’s always an air of confidence in his kiss, he knows what he’s doing and he knows that it gives you butterflies in your stomach. This morning, however, instead of you pulling away satisfied with just one, you ask for more by putting your hands lightly around his neck.

He gets the message and leans into your touch, pulling you by the waist, flattening your whole body against him and starting to deepen the kiss by the second. Glued to one another he claims your mouth sensually, still not in a rush. When your lips come together, it’s soft, but it’s searing hot, as if his lips is melting your skin and kissing every crevice of your being. “Zhongli...” you breathe out when you pull apart for a second, not knowing where your sudden desire comes from.

“Hm...” He merely lets out, amused at this development and continuing to brush his lips against yours. There’s a knock on the door, and that’s a clear sign that the two of you had kissed for too long. Zhongli chuckles, knowing that it must be your first appointment for the day. Just as quickly, he regains composure and kisses your forehead for a final goodbye, like nothing had happened at all.

You’re the one who’s still flustered, staring at his back and wondering how he could open the door and converse happily with the middle aged woman waiting outside your home. You almost pout, but you see him turn towards you and mouth the words “Let’s continue later,” before he bids you goodbye and leaves you with your first client.

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str4wkinzi · 8 months

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JUST FRIENDS.

A friends with benefits relationship with Childe.

NSFW CONTENT! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

FWB CHILDE.. who you’ve been friends with for a while. He’s always had a crush on you but was too afraid to ruin what you two had.

FWB CHILDE.. who one day slides his hand up your thigh, up to your cunt. Thinking it was another flirty act that doesn’t bother you, between friends y’know? he didn’t think it would lead to anything, unfortunately.

FWB CHILDE.. who’s actions lead to you two hooking up. It was the best night of his life but he was scared. He thought your friendship was over.

FWB CHILDE.. who suggests if you two should be friends with benefits. He doesn’t want to lose you but he definitely wants to fuck you again.

You moan his name like a broken record while he pounds into your cunt.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I think im gonna-“ hes cut of by you cumming and spasming on his cock, squeezing around him like a vice. This makes his cum as well, emptying his load into your twitching cunt. Tired from the pleasure, you fall asleep after he pulls out of you, wrapping you in his arms.

The day after, you both wake up. You both too embarrassed to talk while still being in each others arms,

“Need help walking?” Childe decides to crack the joke that makes you laugh and play hit him. He looks you in the eyes.

“Did you… enjoy it? Because y’know.. i did.”

“I did too.” Voice coming out a little hoarse.

“Maybe we could… do it again sometime?” He regrets what he says immediately.

“I mean if you w-“

“I’d like that.”

Thats how it began.

FWB CHILDE.. who fucks you into oblivion. He fucks you like he hates you, but he loves you so, so, so much.

I just felt like adding this one just cuz :3

Moans and fast slaps fill the room around you. Screams of you begging him to slow down fall on deaf ears. You’ve cum for the umpteenth time and Tartaglia keeps going.

“Tartaglia, fuck, slow down!” You whine while clawing at his back.

“No.” Is all he says before somehow speeding his thrusts up.

FWB CHILDE.. who is always touching you. He always has a hand on you at all times. He never leaves your side.

FWB CHILDE.. who acts as if your dating and gets sad when you tell someone you aren’t. All he wants is you and to him… you don’t want him.

FWB CHILDE.. who guards you like a police dog. He lets no one get close enough to touch you. Only he can.

“Childe, y’know you can’t keep scaring people off all the time.” You look over at him while walking, hands intertwined.

“Yes i can.” he says, trying to hide the scowl on his face.

He was just asking for directions.

(This looks like a little road this is so cute wtf)

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While walking you back to his house,

“You two make such a pretty couple!” A nice older lady exclaims

“Oh, no we arent dating, ma’am.”

“Thats a shame, you two look so cute together.”

You look over at Tartaglia to crack a joke but you see him looking away from you.

“Tartaglia?”

Maybe one day you’ll say you two are dating, maybe more.

FWB CHILDE.. who one night after fucking you, finally decides to come clean.

“Hey, um.”

“Yeah?” You respond.

“I’ve liked you for a.. really long time. Actually, not liked, I’ve loved you for a really long time and i-“

“I love you too Tartaglia.”

He stares at you, dumbfounded.

He never thought the day would come.

“Does this mean..?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re dating.” The two of you say at the same time.

He never thought he’d hear those words from such a perfect person like you.

He really does love you.

STR4WZ STICKY NOTE < HI GUYS!!!! My bbg comic loved the idea of this friends with benefits thingy so i did it :3 i hope u guys like it and im working on a couple more! 3

ALSO THIS IS LIKE SUUUPPPPERRRRRR MESSY but i like to section things a little even tho it looks like shit

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torntoblivion · 9 months

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Understandable i forget the rules even tho I read them lol😭

Anyways new request Arlecchino getting married to her lovely partner(preferably female reader)and is very nervous about it even tho she acts like shes not(also getting teased by the other harbingers✌)

no problem, thank you for this cute ask!

marrying arlecchino

arlecchino never thought she would ever love someone, let alone marry them. of course, that changed when she met you. after so many years together, she wanted to solidify the relationship by taking the final step.

she kept it cool when you said yes but internally she was incredibly relieved and happy. she is genuine with her emotions around you but you don't need to know every single thought of her. however her anxiety wouldn't dissolve until the wedding is over.

much to her displeasure, the tsaritsa and her fellow harbingers would be there. if it wasn't her special day with you, she would have kicked tartaglia and pantalone in their faces for teasing. thankfully, the rest of them are surprisingly respectful (except dottore).

arlecchino looks absolutely ravishing in her suit, her hair in a bun and her striking makeup. you try your best to keep your composure as you walk down the isle, you're definitely going to drool over her beauty later.

she made sure to make sure the wedding will be perfect, she dealt with every single small detail and strictly observed every preperation. when she sees the amazed look on her face as you take everything in, her anxiety dissipated further.

the moment she's fully relaxed is when you say yes with tears in your pretty eyes and the most loving expression she's ever seen. the kiss you share is full of love, the crowd's clapping falling deaf on your ears as if it's only you two in the wedding isle.

arlecchino begrudgingly pulls away despite knowing that she gets to kiss you as much as she wants at home. you quietly giggle because you can tell what she's thinking and that melodic sound makes arlecchino blush for the first time.

though she's quick to snap out of it as she extands a hand, the silver engagement ring shining from the light. you don't hesitate for a second to take her hand and intertwine your fingers, feeling your own ring make slight ting.

now, she wants to dance with you before taking you home.

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silverflqmes · 9 months

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Hi, how are u? If u don't mind, may I request *any genshin characters* with a short female reader who also has a short temper?

໒⦂ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. hello anon! i’m okay, bit stressed but thank you for asking! i hope you’re doing well<3 i wasn’t sure on who to do and whether or not you had a preference for girls or boys — so i mixed them up :’) chose headcanon format since it was better suited, enjoy!

genre. chaotic + fluff

ft. alhaitham, ajax ( tartaglia / childe ), ayato kamisato, miko yae, lisa minci

short female! reader.

➫ 𝓐𝗟𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗠 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ you know what’s even more frustrating than living with alhaitham? it’s reaching the top shelf when you want to grab books.

⌗ that “feeble” ass scholar put the books of your favorite genre up on the highest tier because he doesn’t read them as often and prefers having his usual picks within reach.

⌗ ..or he just did it to hear you call out to him to come grab them off the shelf because kaveh is so nitpicky about moving furniture. meaning that in grabbing a chair or stool for leverage, you would risk an argument between the married couple, with the accusations going towards alhaitham, rather than you.

⌗ drama, basically. so you try to avoid it at the expense of your own dignity. and you SWEAR every time you call the scribe over, he’s got this silent, but smug aura about him and the faintest smirk. because oh, he knows what it does to that burning flame of frustration inside you.

⌗ sometimes he might grab the book and act as though he’s handing it to you before lifting it over your head, and it’s like a declaration of war.

⌗ “not funny, scribe.”

⌗ “to you.”

➫ 𝓐𝗝𝗔𝗫 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ thought alhaitham was bad? think again.

⌗ tartaglia is a teasing little shit when it comes to your vertically challenged self, always walking up and coming to pat your head or drape his arm ( sometimes even body ) on you with this innocent smile on his lips ( don’t be fooled ). meanwhile you’re struggling to bear his weight. smh.

⌗ if he ever does something to infuriate you, it usually ends with you pulling him down by the collar of his shirt to give him a piece of your mind. meanwhile he’s just laughing it up, which makes you all the more flushed and annoyed.

⌗ he likes to come up from behind you and babble or coo in your ear about how compact you are in his arms, teasing you with his words since it flusters you. your voice would pick up in pitch when tartaglia does this, and he only chuckles before peppering kisses all over you.

⌗ if there’s something you can’t quite reach and he witnesses you struggling to grab it, he’ll sneak up and pick you up to offer the leverage you need. of course it startles you when he does this, while he’s just holding you up simba style ( yes, yes he would do this ).

⌗ when he comes home from work, no matter how tired he might be, he rushes to your shared bedroom and spoons you, cooing a cheesy nickname and sweet nothings while he cuddles you.

⌗ “aw come now~ it’s only the truth that you’re my little munchkin<3 i could just eat you up!”

➫ 𝓚𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢 𝓐𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ another menace, what is up with hydro men istg..

⌗ he’s usually subtle about things, sly when he teases you about your height. you could be going off on him about something while he’s just doing the closed eye smile. but you swear there’s a smugness behind it that he hides TOO DAMN WELL.

⌗ purposely has things just SLIGHTLY out of reach to hear you call out to him for his help, as you’d be left with way of getting what you need without the help of your adoring boyfriend!

⌗ it takes a sigh and his name before he’s sauntering over, well aware of what you’re going to ask of him. and you struggle each time to get the words out, as the ice holding your pride thins even further.

⌗ yet he still asks what you called him over for, JUST to hear the words. “yes darling? what did you need me for?” there’s the SLIGHTEST emphasis on ‘need’ because that man KNOWS.

⌗ when he’s doing paperwork, sometimes he calls you over to where he’s sitting in the office, and just puts you on his lap. a makeshift chin rest, which has you bubbling with annoyance. but you can’t lie, his clothing is soft to the touch and his warmth serenades you. so the anger all but dissipates.

⌗ whenever the breeze picks up, he’ll drape his overcoat over your shoulders, which just looks like you’re drowning in bedsheets.

➫ 𝓨𝗔𝗘 𝓜𝗜𝗞𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ and so, the one worse than all of those men combined.. enters the mix.

⌗ miko is one for making sly comments that’s for certain. so teasing you.. will not come as a surprise, in fact- it will be very frequent that she does this.

⌗ DUDE SHE USES THE FALSE SYMPATHY THING ISTG. the whole, “aww, poor little thing can’t reach? you need your dearest most capable lover to grab that for you?” and your face is just burning with embarrassment and frustration.

⌗ pets your head very often AND YET YOU CAN’T PET HERS WHEN SHE’S THE ONE ALWAYS GOING ON ABOUT HER FOX FORM. what in the name of hypocrisy is this.

⌗ strangely protective over you? you’re her adorable little cutie, the last thing she’d want was for you to be hurt! be it emotionally or physically. so she has a somewhat possessive aura surrounding her when it comes to other people. maybe it’s a youkai thing, you’re not that sure, but she tends to keep you close to her.

⌗ if you’re taking too long while someone is talking to you, especially during meetings and discussions for the publishing house, expect her to wrap her arms around you while lowering her chin to your shoulder, eyeing the person across from you with an ‘innocent’ smile.

⌗ wondering who’s the big spoon during cuddle sessions? certainly not you.

➫ 𝓛𝗜𝗦𝗔 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ cut from the same cloth as miko honestly. atp it’s tall electro women with catalysts, there is no other reason.

⌗ now lisa is also one to tease, always cooing words into your ear which has you flustered beyond help. worst part is when she does it in the library and tells you to be quiet since you’re one to get loud. talk about UNFAIR.

⌗ if you’re ever annoyed about something or having a hard day, you can count on lisa to sit you on her lap with her hand on your head, gently urging you to rest on her chest ( pure heaven honestly ). and she’ll let you rant about your worries to her. she’s so mother.

⌗ while working, lisa tends to tire easily, so sometimes she might ask you to grab a book for her. to mess with you, occasionally she asks for something high up just to witness your struggling before eventually approaching to grab it</3

⌗ “you couldn’t have done that five minutes ago.. i was over here jumping and shuffling like a fool!”

⌗ “but it wouldn’t have been as fun to witness, cutie~! you should have seen how adorable you looked<3”

⌗ lisa likes to sleep for longer durations since again, she tires very easily. might be because of her lore where her life span was cut in half, but not sure.. ANYWAY. so if you’re sleeping together and you wake up before her? forget it, you’re not moving an inch. you’re in her arms until she awakens. you don’t wanna deal with angry lisa..

notes. super sorry for the delay, i’ve been busy as of late but i hope these characters are okay and that you’re satisfied with the outcome? i tried to follow what you wanted as best as i could</3 anyway hope you enjoy!

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year

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Therapy (Yandere Idol!Ayato/Reader)

A/n: The CEO finally let me write “a/n” instead of “mother of Klee, Alice’s note” from now on now that the shareholder is missing! Anywaaaayysss… You look well-rested, Producer fox! What’s your secret? Won’t you tell mother Alice?

CW: hypnosis, panic attacks

Yandere 1k Idol Event

“(Y/n)... (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n).”

Kamisato Ayato chanted your name, voice dipping into a borderline death threat.

“My dear producer, isn’t this far enough? I am not playing games anymore. Why don’t you reveal yourself before I make you?”

You made no sound inside the closet you’ve claustrophobically folded your knees and arms to fit into. Both hands covered your mouth while your heart beat erratically– but the sensation surely had less friction compared to Ayato’s fingers.

He chuckled darkly. “Not up to it? Oh, but what if I started counting to three?”

You bit your lip, holding back tears.

A moment ago, you saw him rip his pillows in half after realizing you were no longer sleeping in his bed. Cotton materials were littered above his azure sheets and some were swept by the wind, dangerously close to the closet you were hiding in. His elegant demeanor crumbled and you jolted at the sharp sound of torn cloth. Ayato repeatedly clawed through the bed, his breathing guttural and erratic as he fruitlessly threw the rest of the pillows away. Your name no longer sounded right to you. It doesn’t sound like it was yours with the way he mumbles it like a curse or a lost possession.

Although his face couldn't be seen from this perspective, you can still picture his lips being uncannily spread from ear to ear. Your muscles tensed even more at the sound of his feral yet strained laughter. You don’t know where you are but based on how isolated the area was, you’re clued on a bit as to approximately where he’s keeping you hidden.

This is not his estate. This is not any of Teyvat Production’s buildings. The answer is closer to these keywords: Grand Narukami Land Reform Program.

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as his footsteps echoed louder– closer. Nausea started creeping in.

Be quiet… be quiet like a fox, (Y/n)…!

“Come now, Producer (L/n). Do you no longer trust me? I'll start counting. One… Two…”

—---

“It’s three o clock, sir– where have you been?”

Dressed in fine yet slovenly material, Kamisato Ayato enters the room. Looking from afar tells you what you need to know about him. Yes, he’s a byproduct of an aristocratic family who pursued an artistically sensitive path of politics, but by his smile alone, anyone can tell he's a notable outlier.

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he stared at you. As always, his lean body stands firm, not unlike a Hinoki tree on a misty morning. This is precisely the reason why your eyes targeted his wet clothing and not his well-versed smile.

Unimpressed by his absence while you were out working for the entire day, you asked as politely as you could. You've been bombarded with tasks as of late, disastrously to the point that you even started managing the Inazuman food supplies in the cafeteria.

"Sir Kamisato, may I inquire as to why you look positively haggard?"

The idol grins wryly at your voice before squeezing some locks of his hair near his scalp. His pursed lip belied both child-like innocence and weariness of a man without youthful aspirations. Some sweat also seeped between his fingers, which only served to amplify your distress.

Ayato averted his gaze, intent on answering you without giving too much of himself away.

"It was a difficult singing session and the space lacked ventilation."

"It's snowing." You deadpanned.

Ayato shrugged "It's a… mixture of both sweat and snow, I suppose."

You snatched the script off his hands.

Needless to say, he was definitely not practicing a song.

"Didn't Thoma or Childe agree to accompany you?"

Before making the switch to idol work, Childe was once known as Tartaglia in the theater industry. You suspect he's the reason behind Ayato's current fixation on acting. It's not a secret that Sir Kamisato had been eyeing the barren sixth and tenth spots of the Commedia Del Arte troupe for quite a while now…

"Thoma attended a talk show with Aether and Zhongli whereas Childe was preoccupied with his training."

Archery training most likely for that man’s next athletic competition, but you're not Producer Sage so you don't particularly care. Your eyebrows furrowed.

"Do you want to stay in ADDICKTZ longer than necessary?"

For a moment, his expression stiffened before it relaxed back into his usual languid smile.

If a well-dressed atheist quietly sits through a mass, most devotees cannot tell whether they're worshipping or attending. The same reasoning can be used to explain Kamisato Ayato's reputation. The juxtaposition of the perfect princely archetype paired with a stressed-out overachiever– that was your opinion on him the first few weeks you worked in Teyvat Productions. And you were right.

Sir Kamisato had always been open to you about his detachment from the idol group. In his eyes, every ADDICKTZ-related activity is a mere play pretend worthy enough for him to generate fabricated happiness to fuel his agendas. His idol works are not so different from the nihonga pieces the Kamisato Clan collected throughout the generations– a beautiful artwork, but not something he's deeply involved in. His career thrived off countless facework and dramaturgical approaches in fan interactions, false but not cheap. He is what the creative director and his assistant made him out to be, and he doesn't seem content or completely dissatisfied with this arrangement.

It’s obvious that he’s not here to satisfy Ayaka’s obsession with the idol industry– he’s your boss simply because there’s a political gain you aren’t privy to know the details to.

You'd wager a guess that this career shift likely had something to do with the Kamisato clan's land reform scandals… but you're not here for politics. Lady Yae always watches your every move to make sure you know little regarding the “real” paperwork Sir Kamisato does.

However, you can’t help but feel as if you were involved with one of these scandals before… you just can’t remember what incident it was.

"My apologies, Producer (L/n). I will not do it again."

"As you should." You pouted. "You caused me a great deal of worry."

Ayato opened his mouth before quickly shutting it. For a supposed political heir, words had failed him. His posture resembled that of an abandoned puppy as he slouched and sighed.

You laughed softly.

Open mind, open arms– you let him hug you gently as Ayato mumbled something about his workload. You’re so used to this that you didn’t mind how uncomfortably damp his back was. This is a normal occurrence between you two. After nearly half a year, Ayato opened up about missing his sister's hug after a long day and you offered to be a substitute. You ran your fingers through his sweaty hair, feeling him breathing softly near the shell of your ear.

“Producer (L/n)…”

“Yes?”

“I must memorize the script before sundown…”

You shook your head. How surprisingly predictable of him to bring that up.

“I won’t let you pick it up until you have a thirty-minute rest.”

“Why don’t we make this a game then?” He pulled back, a sly smile gloating just a bit to let you know he doubts you’d win. “This will be our second acting game– see which one of us can perform the script best. Win, and I’ll be the one finishing this week’s paperwork.”

As an older brother, Sir Kamisato has a habit of inventing games. The "reading game," "cursive-writing game," and "hotpot game" were all unmistakably created to discipline and make his younger sister Ayaka behave. However, she is now a young adult, and you are unquestionably much older than she is. You're not clear as to why he believed this "acting game" tactic would work.

But the “second” acting game? You’ve never read a script aloud with him before, though.

Oh, well. Picking up a script is worth trading the paperwork you were meant to be doing.

“If it lessens my workload, I don’t see why not…”

Working for the idol industry can be very demanding, after all. If you win, you'll probably squander your spare time to snack on sweets... and work on a few chores– okay, so you're not the best at being still. You’ll probably multitask working on Ayato’s theater work either way. That, or you'd plan a new deck for your next 25-minute TCG game with him.

He grabbed the script from behind you as his smile got bigger. Ayato handed the pages back after swiftly leafing through them and pointing at the highlighted passages.

“Scene IV – Act IV,” he said, his excitement subtly infecting his tone. “This is where my character helps Emperor Edel relax.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. “I was under the impression that Hubert was Kaeya’s role.”

“Ah, I’ve forgotten to inform you but I’ve replaced Alberich since the eye incident.”

You know little about this “We Will Be Reunited” play 4/8 of ADDICKTZ are involved in but based on word-of-mouth, it appeared to be about an emperor and a retainer who had to betray former classmates to win a continental war. Seems like he wanted you to read the emperor’s lines.

He dimmed the lights to set the scene. Thankfully, only the two of you occupied his TeyPro's room. There's no one else lingering in the east wing, including Dr. Albedo's room next door.

“I see…” You muttered. “So, I shall be the first to start, correct?”

Sir Kamisato nodded. “Yes, you can begin with the ‘you think this can help me?’ line.”

You cleared your throat and repeated the phrase with much fervor.

“– I mean, I trust you Hubert, but I’d rather not face another disappointment in life again.”

Just like that, Kamisato Ayato’s demeanor shifted.

“My emperor (Y/n), I know that trusting another person isn’t easy, especially for someone like you with high status,” he spoke, voice laced with compassionate conviction. “But you have placed your trust in me, and of course, I will not let you down.”

As you listened to his delivery, you struggled to contain your grin of pride. For someone who looked ready to sleep on the floor when he entered the room, his voice carried the emotional weight worthy of becoming a professional theater actor. Hence, you decided not to comment on how he used your name instead of “Emperor Edel” for the sake of momentum. He knows what he's doing. This is the first time he called you by your first name– he's trying to fluster you.

“Hubert…” You muttered melodramatically, not knowing how the character should act or sound. “Fine, do what you must.”

“Thank you, my dear.”

You took another glance at the script and noticed that there weren't as many lines left for your character, which annoyed you. It seemed that Sir Kamisato deliberately set you up to fail. How can you win when he hasn't even gotten through one-third of his lines and you have already finished yours?

“Edel, I need you to look at me,” he spoke softly. “I need you to listen to the sound of my voice and follow my lead, understood?"

Since you weren't sure what to say in the first place, you didn't improvise any lines. You continued to sit next to him. He raised his hand near your face while he reads his lines. Your eyes naturally focus on his index and middle fingers as he points them up in the air. You don't understand the reasoning behind it, but there would be consequences if you check the script to see if that's written down. He would make up some nonsensical justification to deduct your points for this "acting game.” It's obvious. He’s not the only person in the world who can plot things like these.

“Are you still listening?” He muttered in a crisp yet low voice.

Your eyes squinted a little in an unsuccessful attempt to focus on his hazy image. You were naturally more inclined to focus on the two fingers between your faces, struggling to keep yourself awake.

… Struggling to keep yourself awake?

He moved his fingers slowly to the left.

“My liege, the pressure you’re carrying is an unimaginably heavy burden…” He slowly shifted his fingers to the right. His voice was barely above a whisper, and you were this siren’s only listener.

There’s a rhythm in his delivery. The charisma that his singing voice would convey remained present in his speaking voice, “even the smallest of tasks have been assigned to you– each minor inconvenience stacking up stress you do not need to carry alone. But you must continue to trust me. Focus on no one else but me and my voice alone. Only I can help you relax.”

… Were you so tired from work that this acting is actually working on you?

His fingers moved to the left again. For unexplainable reasons, your breathing wasn’t as shallow as it was earlier. You’ve made a mental note of how deeper it was compared to when Ayato first entered the room. Still, it’s too much of a draining challenge to focus on his face that you allow yourself to become absorbed in watching his slender fingers instead. You can no longer see his blue hair or face clearly.

Unbeknownst to you, your mouth was slightly agape–

and Ayato had been clenching his other hand tight in an attempt to resist the urge to capture your lips.

He dryly cleared his throat in a nearly inaudible sound.

Ayato needs to take this slowly.

He won't repeat the same mistake twice.

“T-This… ‘method’ may not be as comfortable as I would’ve hoped, perhaps a tad bit extreme, but I assure you that it is effective (Y/– Edel.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “Please, follow my lead…”

Of course.

“Left… Right… Left… Right…”

Your eyes moved as commanded.

“Left… Right… Left… Right…”

He chanted those words thrice and more.

… Why do you feel like you’ve done this several times before?

Sir Kamisato kept talking and talking…

His features blurred and the outline of his lips and nose disappeared, but his lilac eyes were clear. Eerily clear. As if it was the only feature of his visage left. You held back a yawn. You're sloppily reminded that the room remained dark, lulling you without questioning his face’s uncanny emptiness.

Nearly faceless.

You blinked laconically.

What’s going…?

“Sir Kamisato I…” You yawned, unable to keep it in for much longer. “I-I think I might have to take a break…”

Kamisato Ayato smiled, but you couldn’t see that.

“An important dimens… to the concept of hyp…. thera… is how the therap… and their …ient perceive their environment. One impor… set of beliefs the patient must hold is their concepti… of trust they have for their therapi… and the safet… that co… along… with it.”

You could no longer follow his string of words.

Was that… from the script? Or is he talking to you?…

He continued, his grin growing wider.

“It warms my heart to know that you trust me, my b…ved. Trust me enough to beli… I would receive the… lead role– trust me enough to mindlessly believe that there’s a scene in …. that requires hypnosis therapy.”

“Take a break. You deserve the rest more than I do.”

That was the only full sentence you understood.

“Promise…” You yawned again, fluttering your eyes shut. “Promise you’ll wake me up?”

He laughed.

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Kamisato Ayato opened the door to the closet and your heart finally sank. You gasped as a pair of empty lilac eyes towered and stared down at you. He bent down and roughly grabbed you by the arm like one of his sister's stuffed animals, leaving you with nowhere to run. Your perception of an upstanding nobleman was shattered and stepped on as his twitching hands yanked you by the collar.

His fingertips were red. His fingertips were warm– and it was all because of the mess he made with the torn-up pillows earlier.

He found you.

The first game concluded, and much like the second game with “Edel” and “Hubert” in the present, Kamisato Ayato won this round.

“There you are. Why, I never would’ve guessed that you’re a sleepwalker–... (L/n)...? (L/n)? Why are you…”

Kamisato Ayato, a broken boy, hugged you. You can’t hear him– you can’t breathe enough– you can’t feel his warmth– all you feel is a restricting pain in your chest that screams this was the end of the line. You could no longer function.

He can't have that. He doesn't want to see you like this.

He loves you. Don't you understand that?

Then why were you shaking?

“No. No, no– b-breathe, breathe… W-Why do you look so terrified? P-Please… “ His hands trembled as he held you. No longer from anger, but from fear.

He doesn't want to break you.

“Please don’t be scared of me, (Y/n),” he whimpered desperately.

"T-Thoma! I need help, right now!" Ayato bit his lip, as he rubbed circles on your shoulders. He doesn't know what to do, but there's only one objective left in his mind–

Kamisato Ayato needed to find a way to put you back together.

---------

He nodded, playing with your hair.

It's been months since that incident now. Thanks to Lady Yae's help, you would've likely forgotten all about it. You're back, almost brand new, and your health had became his priority.

Kamisato Ayato, idol and heir of the Kamisato Clan, will not repeat the same mistake twice.

“Promise, I won't forget to wake you up, (Y/n). After all, it seems I'm close to mastering my skills on 'EM██ th██apy'.”

Ayato cooed and kissed your forehead, but you were already deep in sleep to know that.

“I promise I will no longer break you, unlike last time, my beloved.”

Ansytea: thank you, 🦊 anon for joining the match-ups~ and hehe happy holidays to you as well!!!

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iloveyanderes · 1 year

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Based of a dream I had last night:

When I opened the door, the surprise to see not one but four weird looking people immediately settled in.

One of them was super tall with brown hair and orange tips, another looked like Ed Sheeran, the smallest of them you almost mistaked for a girl, the woman next to that midget somehow had purple hair.

"can I help you?" I said.

"yes you can, I'm zhongli and these are my... Coworkers, Tartaglia, ei, and venti" the tallest guy said, why did he pause?

"what does that have to do with me?"

"do you remember buying a lottery ticket" zhongli asked me, quickly nodding the memory of me buying it came into my mind.

"well congrants you won!" The short man with an excited voice suddenly yelled, you assumed he was venti.

"I did?"

"yes, we just came to get you to sign some papers and then we can take you on your trip" going to Mexico that'll be fun.

"wait!? Right now" my voice laced with confusion.

"yes, do you mind if we come in" with that I opened the door wider and let them in, quickly boiling some hot water that I can hopefully make good tea with.

The signing of the papers was easy, there was nothing bad or even remotely suspicious.

Excusing myself to go back myself, I leave the four of them to do whatever.

Packing clothes is easy enough, necessities also easy too, but books books where hard to choose.

They were all so good, I love all of them and couldn't bare to part from them.

Eventually I decided to grab book 15 of so I'm a spider so what and volume 21 of demon Slayer, now I just need to grab volume two of bungou stray dogs.

Looking for it I find it's not where I put it, maybe I put it in my hiding compartment?

Looking in their I also see nothing but I do hear something.

It kind of rude to do this but I do wonder what they're saying.

Placing my ear on the wall I listen in on the conversation.

"shouldn't we just take her now"

"we should at least let her take stuff she likes"

"so what we can easily replace everything in this goddamn house"

"I seriously doubt that face that we have to kidnap here, can't we just use persuasion?"

"it's not kidnapping if we take her to the place she belongs"

Ripping my ear away from the way I contemplate what I just heard, they're going to kidnap me?

I need to do something..

Yes I'll hide my wallet, I.d., and phone in my pockets and before we leave I'll excuse myself to go to the bathroom and run.

Putting on a fake smile I finish packing my things and put my luggage right next to my front door.

Right before we leave I commit to my plan and excuse myself to go to the bathroom.

Quickly locking the bathroom door, I shove my window open only to see venti, quite litterly floating in the air right next to my window.

Screaming I fall back only to end in the gingers arms, what the hell! I locked the door.

The ginger has an unbreakable hold on me, no matter how much I pulled or thrashed his hold did not lessan for a single second.

Getting shoved in the car I'm quickly restrained by the purple women who was already in the car, the ginger gets in despite my kicking and holds my legs down.

Zhongli and venti got into the car and we were off.

Not once did I stop struggling, these inhuman beings have the strength of gods, their grips unbreakable.

We stop in a deep forest where I get dragged into, walking for what felt like forever we finally came to the destination.

Is that a portal?

Where the hell are they taking me!

Like an adrenaline rush I somehow escape them, I make it three seconds before getting tackled to the ground.

All of my energy leaving me I can only stare in shame as I'm taken away from my world, my home.

The last thing I remember was getting dragged through the portal and the entire world going black.

The end hope you enjoyed because I sure enjoyed this dream

#genshin impact #genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere genshin impact x reader #sagau #self aware genshin #platonic yandere #yandere archon #yandere venti #yandere zhongli #yandere ei #yandere childe #yandere tartaglia #yandere genshin cult au #genshin cult au

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idkfitememate · 2 days

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So anyway this is the newfound brain rot because I got to many ideas, not enough for a fic, but it’s gonna distract me from others so here we go lol-

(Also yeah Grandpa I’m in a manly mood)

Note from weeks later: Nah this bitch a fix tf-

“Tell me about my Дедушка*.”

Capitano looked down at the ginger with contempt. It was often now, since Dottore had let it slip - curse that bastard - that Tartaglia’s Grandfather was a Harbinger. Apparently the boy had been raised to think that great man was simply a lowly solider, not one of the most powerful men in Snezhnaya.

When he heard that, Capitano had never wanted to kill a family more.

They hid your legacy from their kids, how dare they keep living as thought they had any right!?-

He sighed.

The boy continued to bother the much larger man at any chance he got, borderline begging - or now was he? Maybe he crossed that line ages ago - the man to tell him anything about his grandfather.

War stories, tall tales, hell even DRINKING stories, the 11th would take any.

It wasn’t like his Grandfather wasn’t alive, Childe could leave the palace right now and go ask you, seeing as you lived with his family.

But what Childe wanted was to come home one day in a boisterous manner and shout at his parents:

“You LIED you FEINDS!!! How DARE YOU LIE to not only ME but the REST OF YOUR CHILDREN about their ГРАНДФАТЕР?!? And to YOU, ГРАНДФАТЕР, ALLOWED THEM TO LIE!!! How COULD YOU?!?”

But he held to much respect for both them and you, even if his father sent him off as thought sending his blood thirsty son to join the Fatui would do anything. It was like sending a polar bear to a penguins nest, he had no clue what his father was thinking.

No matter, because you were there, showing him moves and teaching him tricks and giving him tips. Though, he still felt a bit betrayed at the fact that you even hid the fact that you were one of the strongest men in Snezhnaya.

“You truly wish to know boy?” The sharp voice of his superior snapped Childe out of his head. A quick nod was enough to bring Capitano to a nearby chair and sit, Childe quickly following.

“He was brave, I can say that much… He was around before me and had made a name for himself long before I even dared touch the Fatui, let alone graced its ranks.”

Childe took in the information like a sponge, absorbing everything the man said.

“They called him Большой хищник Севера*, a powerful title I’m sure you can see. It is said that before his accident, he had not lost a single man in war or battle, but after, he only lost seven men, one of each nation.”

Childe looked on in wonder. Only seven men… in the entirety of his Harbinger career? He knew the Doctor could never account for that.

“Wait… his accident? Do you mean..?” “Yes, when he first received that scar across his face, marring it, that was the first time he lost a man, someone near and dear to him as I’ve heard. I was only then truly climbing the ranks when this happened… a pity. But he wore that scar, and his friend’s Vision, with pride.” Childe gaped.

“Wait, you mean to tell me that-“ “Yes, Tartaglia, that Vision he carries in his eye, as well as arm and ear, back and finger, even his heart, they all work. They are the last pieces of his closest comrades. He’d rather die than give them up, I’ve heard. Unfortunately the strain of using them forced him into retirement, but he comes when we call.”

Childe’s eyes widened as he screamed.

“WAIT THEY WORK?!?-“

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“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-“

Ajax looked on in awe at his Дедушка. The nearly ten foot tall giant of a man, with a full beard and furry body hair to boot had just pulled a huge fish out from beneath the ice sheet they currently stood on while ice-fishing, bare handed.

Your roaring laughter echoed through the tundra as you held the fish up proudly. You grabbed the then four year old and hoisted him onto your shoulder, that which he could fully sit on and still have some room. His hands latched onto the side of your face but that didn’t seem to phase you, as you continued your loud laughter. The cause of your laughter, being that the fish was the same size as Ajax.

“LOOK AT HOW LARGE IT IS, МАЛЕНЬКИЙ ОДИН*!! SHE IS THE SAME SIZE AS YOU BWAHAHAHAHA!!”

Ajax’s entire body shook as you continued to laugh, giggles beginning to bubble up from his own mouth.

He watched as your Hydro themed earring bounced around as your body gyrated up and down from the mere force of your laughter. His laughter grew until the two of you were basically screaming out through the tundra.

You sighed and - while still chuckling - wrapped an arm around the boys waist and began walking back home. Of course, not before grabbing the bucket filled with other fish from your fishing trip.

Ajax didn’t want to say anything, on account of the fact that it would’ve been disrespectful of course, but your arm that was wrapped around him was bumpy and hard and cold, not unlike a certain place on your chest, though it was just super cold.

The arm was usually covered in more layers or a bunch or bandages wrapped around it to soften its shape and surface, but Ajax could still feel the sharp points and edges, though he never minded.

Eventually you both made it back to the house you shared with his family, and ducking under the doorframe quickly alerted the family of your presents.

“ГРАНДФАТЕР!!!!” Ajax’s two younger siblings - a third was on his way, Teucer would be his name - ran up to you jumping at your feet. You chuckled more and let their heads, greeting each.

“Tonia, Anthon, calm yourselves!! We were only gone a few hours hah hah!!” The two only cried out in joy louder, wrapping themselves around your legs. You stumbled for a moment before walking forward as if they weren’t there.

A man and a woman watched as you walked into the kitchen and subsequently the freezer - ironic considering where you lived - to drop off the fish before waltzing into the living room. You plopped down in the couch, first removing Ajax’s coat and then your own.

The two on your legs let go and smiled up at you, the man and woman - Ajax’s mom and dad - walked over a gave you smile, a hand landing on your shoulder.

Your smile widened.

Archons you fucking loved your family.

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Archons you fucking hated these enemies.

These fuckers from Natlan were resistant little fuckers. You chop off a hand and they’d still keep fighting.

You were growing annoyed after hours of fighting, blood drenching your uniform and absolutely caking your hair, something you knew would be a bitch to get out from experience.

Your right hand of the time, a Natlander by the name of Eztil, was beside you through the whole fight. He wielded large war hammer made of various precious metals and stones, as well as prettified wood; it swung through the skies, heating up the air as his Pyro vision burned bright. Much like you, his battle-hungry smile was long gone, replaced by annoyance as he squished another enemy beneath his hammer, blood spraying across his already bloody face.

“UGH! I’m getting bored nouehuepo*!! When are we going to be finished?? I am growing hungry and wish to challenge you to another eating contest after this!!” He shouted, completely ignoring the man running at him with a knife, whom was taken down by another Fatui member.

“I do not know приятель*. But let us continue until no other man stands but us!” And with that, you both continued swinging. You with your fists, sickles and hammers, him with his war hammer and bursts of flame.

Your movements were in sync, almost like a dance as you ravaged the battle field. You had each others back, making you both the most dangerous force on the battlefield.

If only it could’ve stayed that way.

It was a second. A second to look back at your friend to make a mental check.

Then you felt a searing sensation on the side of your face not looking at him. Eyes quickly looking back, a knife was embedded in your skin and a man had his foot on your chest. He smirked, then dragged the burning hot knife up, towards your eye, but before you could fully react.

Everything went white in that eye, then black.

Then, the most searing, burning, awful sensation you had ever felt.

Your scream silenced the battlefield as you bat the man away with the knife still embedded in your flesh, his body skipping across the land like a stone on a lake. Eztil’s eyes landed on you, which was just enough time for another attack.

“EZTIL!!!” You screamed.

…

A sword embedded itself through his chest. Both your eyes widened as your hand left the knife in your eye, reaching out to your now falling comrade.

You refused to cry, because he’d live.

That’s what you said to yourself as you rushed over to him, not minding your injury.

“Eztil, don’t you DARE fucking close your eyes, do you understand me?!?” Blood bubbles from his lips as his breathing slowed. A tear slipped from his eye as one of his hands pressed against your cheek.

“Nouehuepo… take it.” He whispered. Your gaze became confused as you stared at the dying man.

“What..?-“ “My vision. Take it. She shall be of service to… y-you.” He let out a harsh cough, his blood not staining your skin, making you flinch.

“No. It is yours приятель, I could never-“ “It is my last wish. Y-you wouldn’t deny a d-dying man his last wi-sh, would you?” You sighed, smiling at him.

“I don’t want you to die of enemy hands, so would you allow me to do the honors?” His grin widened, a glint in his eyes as he laughed, which quickly turned to hacking up his lungs.

“O-of co-urse!!” He smiled, and you smiled as well. Your hand flew up to the knife in your eye, and tore it out, not caring for the fountain of blood that squelched out. You also didn’t mind the large flap of skin that fell from your cheek, revealing the musculature of your face and your gums and teeth.

“Goodbye, my friend. May you find many fights in the afterlife to satisfy your bloodlust.” He grabbed your hand with the widest smile you’d ever seen in him.

“And ma-y I see you I-in that place!” Your hand came down onto his head, knife imbedding itself into his skull. Then, you raised your arm and planted the knife tainted with you and his blood now into his chest, striking his heart head on.

The light died from his eyes and his vision, but you quickly picked up the small red jewel which had been attached to his hair. Wiping it off, you leaned back and held your hand forward, before slamming the damned thing into your eye.

The battlefield suddenly felt as though it was atop a volcano itself, the air heating up and ash seemingly falling from the sky. You gripped your friend’s weapon, testing it in your hand and grip, swinging it slightly. Your hands pressed to your waist and your hand tilted to the sky, and finally, you laughed.

Your laughter shook the world, men falling in their asses as you showcased your joy. the air grew even hotter as the vision grew even brighter. Your entire body shook as the ear hammer in your hand heated up to a point where the metals were turning white in heat, though they didn’t melt.

You turned to your men, a wide smile on your face and tears, one trail of water and one of blood, streamed from your eyes.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR MEN?!? LET US FIGHT UNTIL ONLY WE REMAIN!! CHARRGGEEE!!!!”

You continued to laugh as you knocked down tens of hundreds of soldiers in one swipe, the sky nearly turning red at the mere sight of your bloodlust and rage.

That night would go down in history. The night the sky cried blood, the fall of a nation of soldiers, the day Natlan would forever regret.

‘The Night Man became a God”

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You stared at the bloodied Tartaglia- no. You stared at your grandson, Ajax’s bloodied form.

He only looked back at you.

“Well, Дедушка? Have I become a God?”

Holy shit this sucked the shit outta me-

This ain’t the best but I hope you enjoyed might go back and make another of these lmao-

Дедушка - Grandfather

ГРАНДФАТЕР - GRANDFATHER

Большой хищник Севера - The Great Predator of the North

МАЛЕНЬКИЙ ОДИН - LITTLE ONE

nouehuepo - my friend

приятель - buddy

#male reader #x male reader #Genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x y/n #male y/n #platonic #family #Childe!Grandpa!Reader

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dodge, dodge dodge! (sagau)

being put into a foreign world would be a problem, for a normal person. but, you are not normal. never had been. also have a very skewed sense of common sense, and also a super duper secret agent. (also known as reader being weird and being ridiculed by me for it)

sagau x eccentric battle junkie imposter reader

sorry if you're bald. hair is mentioned (i dunno if i need to add this???) also if you the lines from this character that this is based on... comment!

"wow, you're pretty skilled at this!" you shouted as you dodged yet another arrow aimed at your head. the force from the arrow fluttered your hair in the shape of a circle and took a few strands off. maybe a few ends burnt too.

"I don't need you to compliment me, imposter!" sara said. "how do you keep dodging these arrows?!"

"wow, what a hostile attitude!" you beamed as you dodged yet another arrow from the electro-charged bow. "for your question, no comment."

you also stepped to the side as soon as a spear barely grazed your clothes. the water from your foot contacting the water splashes.

"not a bad surprise attack, but not good enough either!" you shouted, again, as you saw the soldier manning said spear.

"this is fun! the adrenaline! the rush!" you tripped the spear-user as you side-stepped. the solider rested flat on the ground, with his face engraved into the ground and wet with the water. how disgraceful.

"don't underestimate me, imposter! this is disrespect to the shogun!" she then activated her burst after deciding to avenge her loyal soldier.

"see if you'll survive this!" as the lightning struck the ground, you then smiled, again.

a bad idea for sure, in water...

let's rewind back, as to why you're here.

as an agent of a very shady organization, you are very skilled at your job because failure means death, at the hands of the enemy or the organization. thus, you have gained the miraculous ability to dodge anything, even bullets, if you can see the shooter's weapon or hand. or in some cases, the projectile.

also, you are trigger-happy and love fighting! the rush you feel when your head barely misses bullets meant to kill. kind of like tartaglia, your battle-hungry comrade in-game, who is as thrilled as you when getting into dangerous situations and triumphing. a great trait to have in the job you currently work in.

bang! rang out as you dodged the bullet and shot your pursuers. it was really surprising you were shooting so accurately, considering your arm was contorted for the upside down glock in your hand to shoot behind you.

"one, two, three, down!" you said as you kept shooting behind you. but, you suddenly heard a loud bang as your vision blanked out. you chuckled in your last moments, accepting your ended life in this dangerous job. sniper (no sniping!)

"huh? where am i?" you rubbed your eyes like an awakening young deer fawn, not that you were. at least your eyes looked “innocent” enough. you smacked the floor, a very natural instinct.

not concrete, but soft grass? when have you felt this in years? you looked around for any threats. haha, threats? this place looked straight from a fairy-tale, from....... genshin impact (or the after-life, maybe a drug-induced fever dream).

everything looks unreal and picturesque. the trees are way too green and fluffy, the skies are way too blue...

'in a different world? why do i feel like something's gone wrong?'

you struggled to stand up, as you soon saw the sky, the trees, and... thunder?

uhhhh, you're in inazuma, and in the sagau. that means....

the sound of thunder crashes down near your body. "imposter, under the shogun, you shall be captured and executed!"

yes, your gut feeling has come true. how did they even know you were here? a tracker???

the sound surprised you, especially so close to your ears and head. thunder, especially from this distance, would probably shatter your eardrums, but they haven’t?

thunder crashes down yet again at your body, shocking you and blinding your eyes, yet it only feels... a bit warm? thunder keeps striking down, but you haven't died? even the luckiest man on earth has survived less. in fact, the energy has seemed to disperse back to the ground, almost like returning back to nature, like a certain trait of a certain creator...

but nope! just reinforcing their beliefs, you shouted,

"hey, hey, hey?! i've, i've become a human lightning rod!? what a dream! the lightning feels like a massage!"

maybe shouting that wasn’t a good idea in this scenario, but you are weird and have no idea what situation is in, just that you’re acting like a toddler after getting struck down by lightning. has the lightning gotten to your head and fried your brains? maybe the extra electricity just overcharged your body into hyper-gear..

you then very promptly escaped the scene, leaving the commission soldiers very confused. you basically ran really fast.

before this, an arrow decided to try to pierce your head. it was swiftly dodged a few centimeters from your skull. 'i've never dodged an arrow before?' you thought. in fact, the only thought you had in this situation, great.

this left them with the impression you were even more of a cheap imposter of their kind, loving god with a psychopathic mentality and an indestructible body. and you wear weird clothes, not the holy robes that the creator wears.

coming back to a shred of rationality, you suddenly launch into a large thought process of what a god might become after being omnipotent, complimented by your own personality.

to be honest, if the creator was oh so holy and knew everything in teyvat, why wouldn't they be a psychopath? a god who watches over everything is bound to become mentally "weird" after being so powerful, thus may become a thrill-seeker/hedonist who does whatever for entertainment. they could always deceive their subjects and act nice. you would. you have developed being a thrill-seeker after beating everybody at your now ex-job.

this situation may have even been manufactured by themselves, if you were the actual imposter.

it's a bit weird that they didn't mention your god-like abilities and instead decided to focus on your attire and attitude.

(this fic is also known as insulting the and constantly being described as a dumbass)

#sagau #sagau x reader #genshin cult au #genshin impact x reader

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genshin-obsessed · 9 months

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Could I request fluff in a School AU where Zhongli is reader's senpai and she confesses to him on his graduation day in front of the whole school?

Howdy! This seems... so cute! Like recently, I've been watching a lot of slices of life anime and like... CUTEEE ^w^ honestly, this was meant to be a lot shorter but somehow... I accidentally typed too much. Because of this, it's rushed at the end but that's because I needed to finish it ;w; also, yes i am your best friend, didn't you know?

Character: Zhongli Word count: 4009 this really got out of hand Extra: School AU; I used Tartaglia's real name (Ajax); and it's a bit long! Don't mind!

warning: descriptive panic attack in the beginning so please proceed with caution.

Your hands were actually cold from how scared you were. They were shaking slightly, your heart was pounding in your chest, practically ready to burst out. Your vision was slightly blurry, sending you into a blind panic.

You couldn't breathe- you were sure you were going to die. Your back hit the cold wall but you could barely feel it as you slid down, hitting the ground below you. Your hands slammed against your chest, curling around the shirt of your uniform as you begged your body to just... breathe. Why couldn't you breathe? What the hell was happening? Y-you didn't want to die! Not now! You were too young!

The constricting feeling got stronger and it felt like you weren't ever going to be able to breathe. You closed your eyes to avoid seeing how everything was slowly caving in on you. You didn't want to see it.

"Hey, hey..." you felt hands touch your shoulders, but you barely registered them. They felt as light as feathers. In seconds, you felt your hair be pushed out of your face and so you tried to open your eyes. You could make out a face- barely. It was a boy, he seemed worried. "I'm going to help you stand, ok?" You just nodded, feeling the tears pouring down your cheeks. Your heart beat was so uncomfortably loud in your ears, it hurt.

After a few moments... you felt a cool breeze on your cheeks and the tightness in your chest began to loosen. The walls that had been caving in around you stopped and were just gone. You slowly opened your eyes and looked around- you were outside.

"Breathe with me." The boy said, sitting in front of you. He breathed in for four counts, held for seven counts, and breathed out for eight. At first, you couldn't follow too well, but he didn't seem bothered. He just breathed in and out repeatedly until you finally felt yourself calm down. Your face was tingling and you hated it- it felt so gross.

"There you go." He said with a smile as he pulled all your hair back and up, to free your neck. "Feel better?" You slowly nodded, sniffling as his face finally came into view. He was... cute. He had dark brown hair, with orange highlights, fair-toned skin, and orange eyes.

"Y-yes... th-thank you." You murmured, looking down. He brought you outside. That's what you were originally trying to do, but your panic attack hit so fast, you couldn't even make it to the doors. But he knew and he brought you out there.

"It's not a problem. Are you doing ok? Do you need anything?" He asked as he held out a water bottle to you. "Sorry, I drank some earlier but you should really hydrate after all that."

"Um... o-ok..." you said, shakily taking the water and opening the top. It seemed like he had just bought the water, seeing as how it was almost full and still cold. You brought the bottle to your lips and began to drink.

"Slow sips, don't rush it." He reminded as he readjusted your hair before using a hair tie on his wrist to tie it up.

"You just... have a hair tie on your wrist?" You asked, seeing the indentation of it on his hand.

"Yeah, I'm friends with these girls who always need one but never bring one. So, I started doing it. Silly, I know, but it can be handy for other things. And I'm glad I had it, seeing as how it helped you." His smile was so radiant even though it was a calm one. "Here." He reached into his pocket and took out a handkerchief, slowly dabbing your face.

"You didn't have to help me." You said quietly, mainly to yourself but he heard it as well.

"I suppose I didn't have to, but it would've felt wrong not to. Who just watches someone have a panic attack and walks away?" He said with a smile as he finished up, before fanning your face a little. Your cheeks were still pretty red, but that wasn't surprising.

"... (y/n)..." you murmured, making him tilt his head.

"What was that?"

"Oh, my name. It's (y/n)." His eyes widened a little before a smile spread on his lips.

"It's very nice to meet you, (y/n). My name is Zhongli. I hope we can be good friends."

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That was the day you fell for your upperclassman named Zhongli. He was a really sweet guy, super popular, thoughtful, and always prepared. Since that day, every time Zhongli saw you, he walked over, happily greeted you and asked how you were feeling that day. At first, you would awkwardly reply, but then you got used to it. Sometimes, you'd see him walking with his friends and he'd stop to come say hi to you before classes. You two didn't live near each other, but he still made an effort to walk with you as far as he could. Every now and then, he'd show up to your class before it started and give you a snack, whether it be candy, a drink, maybe something healthier.

Honestly, it was no surprise you eventually fell in love with him. You two talked all the time and he was just so perfect. He took care of you without even realizing it! Some days you'd forget breakfast and that would be the day he stopped by to give you an apple because he brought an extra or something. His kindness knew no bounds.

Your friends teased you all the time about it. The cutie upperclassman who’s always hanging around you, giving you food, drinks, helping you with homework and everything else. Let's not forget the way you'd respond. Your cheeks would turn bright red, you'd look away awkwardly, barely being able to stutter out a thank you. Zhongli was really attractive and a lot of girls liked him- even some guys. So you being added to that list was inevitable.

"It's because he didn't study." Xiao recalled, rolling his eyes as a dejected Ajax followed him and Zhongli.

"No way! I stayed up all night to study!" The orange-haired boy responded with a pout as he glared at his shorter classmate.

"Cramming everything the night before a test almost never works, you should've known that." Zhongli said with a smile as he looked over at the two.

"I heard you never study." Ei added as she looked up at Zhongli, who's eyes widened.

"Who said that? I study all the time."

"Uh, taking notes and rereading them that day and never touching them again isn't exactly studying." Xiao stated as he looked up at Zhongli.

"Yeah, you're like superhuman dude." Ajax said with wide eyes. "You always get the best grades- especially in history- and all the teachers love you, man!"

"That's because he doesn't talk in class 24/7." Ei shot with an eye roll, to which Ajax's eyes widened.

"I don't talk 24/7! I just happen to always have important things to say." The group went on their way as they kept chatting when Zhongli spotted you out of the corner of his eye. A small smile appeared on his face and he stopped, making his group stop too.

"I'll catch up with you guys in a bit."

"Ahh, it's that little cutie you talk to all the time." Ajax said as he threw his arm around Xiao's shoulders and leaned forward a bit. You were talking with your friend, Pocket, giggling about something. Zhongli's smile softened and he nodded.

"They are cute, aren't they?" For a moment, his eyes were locked on you and only you. The entire world vanished for a moment as he heard your sweet laughter ring in his ears.

"You should introduce me- OW!" Ajax exclaimed when Xiao's hand slapped his face. "What the hell, dude?"

"Stop looking at those two. (y/n) is out of your league and that other girl wouldn't be interested in you even if you were the last man on earth." Xiao replied coldly, crossing his arms.

"That's- you don't know that! What? Is the other one more your type?"

"No way," Ei replied without missing a beat. "Neither of you are her type. I know her, she's a good friend of (y/n)'s. We share a class together."

"She's an upperclassman? How come we haven't seen her?" Ajax asked, making Ei shake her head.

"She's got an advanced class. Those classes that count as college credits." Ei explained as she placed her hand on Zhongli's back and pushed him forward a little, causing him to break out of his trance. "Go talk to them. We'll go on ahead." She began to walk ahead, urging Xiao and Ajax to go as well.

"Ah, cutie incoming." Your friend Pocket said as she looked at Zhongli and waved. "Good afternoon."

"Hello. I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Zhongli said, making you and Pocket shake your heads.

"I was just leaving actually!" Pocket said as she waved before turning and walking away quickly. You rolled your eyes a little playfully before turning to your crush.

"What's up, Zhongli?"

"Nothing much, I just saw you and wanted to say hi. How are you feeling today?" You smiled at the usual question and nodded.

"Good, actually. I did really well on my test I took yesterday, so that definitely made me happy!"

"Oh, congratulations! Not that I'm surprised, you're pretty smart." He said, patting your head. Your cheeks flushed red and you looked away shyly.

"I-it's just because you helped me study."

"Yeah, but it's your own little brain's doing for keeping all that information together until you could take your test. You should give yourself more credit." He said as he poked your forehead.

Your heart was pounding in your chest from just that little interaction and you suddenly had the urge to confess. What if you just... blurted it out now? Said it, asked him out, see what would happen? No, no way! What the hell were you thinking? He wouldn't feel the same. Zhongli was friendly with everyone. That didn't mean you were special. Slowly, all that excitement just vanished and you felt a coldness settle in your heart.

The two of you made light conversation as Zhongli walked you back to your class before you parted ways. Throughout the day, you couldn't help that small bit of sadness that followed you at the thought of Zhongli not liking you back.

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APPARENTLY, it was so bad, your friend had to take action. Sure, maybe you couldn't confess to Zhongli, but why not just see what he thought.

Pocket waited outside of Zhongli's class, planning on what she wanted to say. Maybe her approach was going to be aggressive, but she needed to get answers now so she could finally push you to confess!

Finally, all the students began to file out of the class and Pocket patiently waited and waited until Zhongli walked out with Ei and Ajax. She immediately called out to Zhongli, making him stop.

"Oh, hello. You're (y/n)'s friend, yes?"

"Yep, that's me. Don't mind me being a little forward, but do you like (y/n)?" Ajax and Ei's eyes widened as they didn't expect you to be that forward.

"Um... they're a good friend of mine, so of course I do." Zhongli replied as he turned to face her.

"I meant like romantically. Do you like (y/n) romantically?" Zhongli fell silent as he gazed at the short girl in front of him.

"Why... do you want to know?" Now the empty halls were uncomfortably silent as Pocket practically stared down Zhongli while Ei and Ajax watched quietly.

"It's a simple question. I'd like for you to answer it." Pocket pressed, placing a hand on her hip. Ei was a little... confused. Pocket was never like this, she was actually quite the shy and kind girl. Not whatever the hell this was. She looked over at Ajax, only to see his eyes glimmering, making her jab his side.

"What if I don't want to?" Zhongli replied, a look of seriousness falling upon his piercing orange eyes. Pocket began to walk toward him and stopped when she was just a foot away from him. There was a significant height difference, but she didn't seem bothered at all.

"Just making sure you won't get in my way." Now Zhongli was confused, that's the last thing he expected out of her.

"Wh-what?"

"I like (y/n) and I wanted to make sure you won't be getting in my way." She replied with a shrug. "Good to know." As Pocket began to walk past him, Zhongli grabbed her arm and stopped him, staring down at her.

"Yeah, I do. You can like them all you want, but I won't take that lying down."

"Oh? Aren't you graduating in a week or something?" Pocket shot back, making Zhongli's hand tighten around her arm for a moment. He didn't say anything, but Pocket got what she wanted right there. Once he let go, she kept walking, briefly looking at Ei and sending her a wink.

Ei's eyes widened as all three of them watched Pocket walk away before she looked at Ajax, beside her, then Zhongli, who seemed... upset.

"Woah! I didn't think she was capable of that!" Ajax said, making Zhongli roll his eyes.

"I think... it was a ruse." Ei said slowly, looking at Zhongli. "She likes this one guy, I heard her talking about him, he's in our class. That one guy, with the red hair."

"There's a lot of guys with red hair, that doesn't help at all." Ei rolled her eyes at his words and sighed.

"Diluc- that guy. Quiet, smart, rich, has that annoying brother." Oh, that guy.

Well, she can like two people at the same time." Ajax replied, making Ei look at him, unconvinced.

"She'd ask (y/n) out but not that guy?" Ajax just shrugged as both of them looked over at Zhongli. "You ok?"

"Fine. Come on." Zhongli said with a dismissive sigh as he began walking in the same direction they were previously headed. So many thoughts weighed heavily on his mind after that simple interaction and he wondered if there was any truth to Ei's words. Was she... messing with him? Was it an attempt to get him to admit he did like you? Well, she did it- she figured it out. Now here he was, a bit of a mess wondering if he should just outright tell you.

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"You should just ask him out!" Pocket said as she rushed after you on your way home.

"No way! What if he says no? Do you know how embarrassing that would be? Besides, he's friendly with everyone. He hasn't exactly given me any reason to believe I'm special." You replied as you rubbed her face.

"You'll never know unless you try." Your friend explained, but you were adamant. "Come on, (y/n), are you really ok with never trying? What if he does like you?" You abruptly came to a halt, your eyes widening.

What if... Zhongli felt the same way? That would make you so happy. Being able to hold hands with him, hug him, spend a lot more time with him... kisses- ah! it was too much!

You slowly lowered yourself to the ground, covering your red face, hearing Pocket yell behind you.

"What the hell? Are you ok?!" She bent down beside you and pushed your head back, making you lower your hands. Your face was bright red and it made her laugh. "Oooh! so you're thinking of dating him~" you smacked her arm, which just increased her laughter. "Sorry, sorry, but that should be motivation. What if you could have him? Doesn't that make you want to try?"

It did... it really did.

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The week following was extremely busy for Zhongli and all the graduates because... graduation was coming up. They had entrance exams, college admissions, homework, and finals all coming up together. Zhongli and the other upperclassmen were drowning under the pressure.

You were able to find a moment in which you gave him a small handmade chocolate to help with all the upcoming stress. Not only that, but you intended to confess. Thing was... when it came time, all you could do was hold out the chocolate and wish him luck with the entrance exams. He smiled brightly, thank you, and ruffle your hair as he left. You were disappointed, that was your best chance... and you flaked! But that smile was all worth it. You could see some of that tiredness lift when you gave him your gift.

"I'm... rooting for you, Zhongli." You whispered to yourself as you watched his figure disappear down the halls.

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"This is your last chance." Pocket said as she grabbed your arm, making you stop and look at her. "He will leave after this, don't do it, (y/n). Don't miss your opportunity. You frowned as you met her eyes before looking away and shaking your head. No, no way! You couldn't do it.

"What makes you think I can do it now? In front of the entire school? I couldn't tell him in the hallway a week ago." You said, dejected and feeling the overwhelming sadness coming back. No way, you'd just have to wait till after.

Pocket opened her mouth to speak, but that's when the ceremony began. Unfortunately, you two wouldn't have much time to talk so you quickly made your way to your seats.

The graduating class was quite large, actually, so finding Zhongli wasn't easy. But you kept your eyes peeled, and of course, your friends ended up spotting him first.

The ceremony was quite long, almost hitting the two hour mark. The last and final bit was the walk across the stage. Your eyes were locked on Zhongli the entire time, watching as he smiled and waved at his family and friends. You might've been too far away, but you did notice his golden-orange eyes searching the crowd. So, you did what you thought might help and stuck out your arm and waved.

You watched his face light up and he waved back excitedly as if he'd been waiting to spot you. Just that simple act made your heart flutter. As the ceremony progressed, Pocket's words kept ringing in your head. What if you did just confess to him? Take your chance? The more you thought about it, you felt the fear creeping into your mind. What if he rejected you- and he most likely would.

You frowned and turned to Pocket, but she shook her head, being able to read your thoughts as they were so clearly written on your face.

"Look, I would never push you into a situation that would end in failure. Especially not right now. Trust me." She said and the look she had in her eyes... it instantly put your nerves to ease.

"Ok, I trust you."

The ceremony flew by, mainly because you were still slightly anxious and it felt as if time was moving so fast. It's not like you didn't want to confess and Pocket's added confidence did help comfort you, but not 100%.

"There," Pocket said as she dragged you by the arm and pointed to where Zhongli was. He was smiling as he talked to some of his friends, probably elated to finally be graduating. "Ok. I believe in you! Go confess." Pocket said in a slightly loud whisper as she nudged you forward.

You steeled your courage and took a deep breath before slowly walking to Zhongli. He smiled as he saw you, waving to you immediately.

"Ah, (y/n)! Thank you for coming." He said with a smile as his friends turned to smile at you as well.

"We saw you and your friend, you two were really loud." Ei said with a chuckle, referring to your applause when Zhongli walked across the stage. You felt your cheeks flush red and looked away.

"Oh, yeah... sorry about that."

"No way!" Ajax said with a laugh as he leaned toward you, "if only you were that loud when I walked across the stage."

Zhongli and Ei quickly pulled the pouty boy away from you as Zhongli stepped towards you, quickly sending a message to his friends that he wanted to speak with you. They just stepped a few feet away to continue their conversation.

"Are you ok? You look nervous." Zhongli murmured, noting the slight discomfort in your gaze.

"Um, yeah, I just have..." you paused and took another deep breath. "Ok, so you've been a very close friend of mine since the day you helped me out with my panic attack. You've always been there for me, you're always looking out for me, and you're like... you've never left me alone. You don't let me feel alone either." As you spoke, you found the words coming to you easily. You didn't notice it, but the group of graduates and their friends around you began to look towards you two. Zhongli noticed and his face flushed red, but he didn't say anything.

"That's because you're really important to me, (n/n)." He said softly, smiling down at you. You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter at the way he spoke your nickname.

"You're important to me too... a lot more than I realized. Zhongli, I really like you. Like a lot. I wanted to ask- and I hope this isn't a bad time- but will you be my boyfriend?" There was a silence that hung in the air for a moment and it sent a wave of panic through you.

Zhongli's eyes were wide, sure your speech sounded like it was going towards a confession- and it did- but he still didn't expect it. His eyes softened and he smiled, reaching out to touch your cheek.

"Ah, beat me to it." He chuckled, making your eyes widen. "But yes, I'd love to be your boyfriend."

"Go Zhongli! Look at your red face!" Your eyes snapped to Zhongli's friend, Ajax, who was staring with the biggest smile. That's when it dawned on you that you just confessed in front of the entire graduating class of 200 students! AND their friends!

"Shut up, Ajax." Xiao said as he slapped a hand over Ajax's mouth, but it was too late. Zhongli's other friends were also cheering, either sending a remark or just letting out a whistle- in an attempt to tease their friend and it worked. Zhongli's face was bright red but he just laughed it off.

"Ah, thank you everyone." He said graciously as he wrapped his arm around you. "Don't worry, they're not making fun of you. They're just teasing me." Zhongli was popular, so it wasn't surprising most of the graduating class was fond of him.

You slowly hid yourself in his chest, covering your face. That felt so embarrassing and you slowly looked to the side to see Pocket... with her phone up.

"Oh, yeah, I wanted to make early memories!" She said with a giggle, making Ajax's eyes widen.

"Shortie! Send me that!" He said, running over to her with his phone out, airdrop ready to go.

"Leave her alone-" Xiao yelled, running right after him.

"I know it's in front of a lot of people, but... can I kiss you?" Zhongli asked with a slight smile. Most of the people around you were still watching you two, but they were engrossed in their conversations about how cute the confession was.

"Q-quick one." You said with a nod, making him take your face and lean in. The kiss was indeed short, but it was sweet and seemed like a... preview to what a much longer kiss would be like from him.

Of course, Zhongli's friend didn't let that go either, letting out a loud "ooh", embarrassing both him and you.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin zhongli x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x you #🖊─ pocky’s writings

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cyxnidx · 1 year

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TURN IT DOWN !

characters: scaramouche , kazuha , pantalone & tartaglia

summary: you love music, but sometimes it’s just a little too loud.

a/n: as a fellow music lover and addict, i love my music loud. It’s the closest im getting to it being in my veins.

!! SCARAMOUCHE

walking anywhere into your vicinity scared scaramouche. especially when you have your headphones — no, specifically when you have your headphones. he’d never seen anyone who wanted such loud music, and brought multiple headphones just to see which was louder, and therefore better. it confused him as well — how did you still manage to keep your hearing? was this some unknown sorcery? ironically, he stopped questioning you and your antics after asking one simple question.

“might i ask what makes you feel necessary to have your music so loud?” he asked you, removing one of your headphones once again in order to have a conversation with you. “to drown out the voices in my head, of course.” you replied sarcastically, though it seems as though scaramouche took it a bit more serious. sitting down quietly, he uttered a quiet ‘oh’ and continued reading, leaving you to your music.

!! KAZUHA

honestly didnt mind. while it did sometimes worry him with the volume and what not, he knew how much you loved music from the start. all he asked was that you took care of yourself. trying to make sure you don’t fall asleep with them, make sure you’re not consistently listening to it or too much. he’d even offer to listen to music with you occasionally, willing to find some new songs to add to his own playlist. though — there was one question that usually roamed his mind. why exactly do you usually listen to music while doing something productive?

“love,” he began, catching your attention as you were about to connect your headphones to listen to music. you planned to get a bit of cleaning done today. “why is it that everytime you listen to music, it’s to do something productive?”

you were surprised by his question. it was hard to believe you did. “guess it just keeps me concentrated..” you shrugged. “keeps all other thoughts calm.” you explained briefly. “understandable. do you mind?” he asked, pointing at your AirPod case. shrugging, you allowed him to take the other.

“what song is this?” kazuha asked, turning to you from sweeping. together, you were cleaning while listening to music. it honestly added to the mood, and added a tiny bit more peacefulness to the environment. “a new one i found..” you said, telling him the title. he hummed, smiling. “i like it.”

!! PANTALONE

gently waking you from your unconscious state, pantalone could only sigh as he saw your headphones stranded on the other side of the bed. collecting them, he placed it on the bedside table. “may i ask how on earth you sleep with such loud music in your ears?” he asked softly. sitting up, you shrugged. “hell of a lot better than hearing Ajax yell for somebody to fight him because he’s bored.” you replied sassily. you always were a blunt one. pantalone chuckled at your honesty and nodded. “yes, well, you have a point.” he agreed.

you looked at the bedside table where your headphones rested. you bet they’re dead, but you would like to check. though, you knew pantalone wouldn’t let you. you’ve had enough of music for the past 6-7 hours or so, or however long you might’ve been asleep. “no, hon.” he sighed, following your eye sight. “even if they still had a bit of battery, wouldn’t you let them charge to listen more later?” he persuaded. it made sense, and then you could finally have peace. “okay,” you smiled, allowing your husband to lead you elsewhere to let your headphones charge.

!! TARTAGLIA

quite frankly, he’s scared to disturb you. he knows you’re coming when he hears music, or the tune of your favorite song. he’s become adapted to telling your mood through your music. he’s also learned not to pause your Bluetooth while you’re taking a shower with music. never did he ever think you could beat him with a shower head..but you did it. though, you did have to buy a new shower head. serves him right though. who does he think he is pausing one of your favorite songs? he must have a death wish.

“you still love me..right?” ajax asked quietly, sad about how you sprayed and beat him with a shower head. again. you sighed, looking at him with soaking clothes. “if you would’ve just learned your lesson the first time.” he tilted his head. what was that supposed to mean? “yes, i still love you. but leave me alone! and you’re sleeping on the couch.” you scolded. he could only hum happily. “I’ll still come in bed later ~”

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orionicchaos · 2 years

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Blushing mess | genshin x gn!reader

× gn!reader | they/them pronouns

× headcanons

× characters : diluc, kaeya, albedo, venti, razor, bennett, zhongli, tartaglia, xiao, chongyun, xingqiu, ayato, itto, kazuha, thomas, heizou, gorou, cyno, tighnari, al haitham, scaramouche

🌺

TW : fluff, but slightly suggestive in some parts (zhongli and maybe heizou idk) no proofread

others warnings : modern!au and non-modern!au (it depends lol) pre-established relationship and non-established relationship, they are kinda simping for you tbh, favourism in venti, zhongli, ayato, albedo etc parts, poorly written for some.. [male version]

summary : they couldn't help the red blush on their face, they couldn't help the warm in their cheeks, ears and neck, and worst, they couldn't hide it from you

a.n. : is this fucking repetitive? Hell yeah! do i lack vocabulary? also! still, i hope you'll enjoy, also if you want any other characters just say it! likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated too, especially comments !

navi.

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Diluc

-honestly, it's not even that hard to fluster him, he's (internally) easily flustered

-BUT, good luck trying to catch a reaction out of him

-Man knows how to hide his emotions, and i mean HE REALLY KNOWS

-Even catching the smallest hint of blush is a huge victory

-Diluc could be in a "screaming, blushing hard, crying his eyeballs out, throwing up, banging his head against the wall" state and you'd have no idea

-There's only one thing you can do to make him blush : surprise him with small kisses on the forehead when he expects it the least and then he BLUSHES

-Depends of the moment, but it can go from a very tiny blush to a big fat reddish blush that you can also see on his neck

-To aggravate the blush, you can always kiss him again and again, and again..

-He's act like nothing is happening, but man you know he's so flustered hehe

...

-Diluc? You call him

–Yes darling? He answers, the nose so close to the papers he's working on that it almost touch them.

–Can you look at me?

He raises his head and smiles at you, waiting for you to ask for something. To his surprise, you simply smirk, the one you pull when you're about to tease him, and you give him a butterfly kiss on the lips.

He can't say anything, the face redder than his hair and a silent scream hanging from his almost trembling lower lip.

Kaeya

-Kind of guy to flirt just to hide the fact that he's so easily flustered it physically hurts

-So whenever you flirt back it's the end of him

-Big big messy blush is reserved for the times you are both lying on the couch, and that you're playing with his hair while saying every compliments crossing your mind

-He tries to flirt back and keep his composure but oh baby, you just talk so fast he can't keep up

-if you add forehead kisses he might die

...

As you enter the room, Kaeya raises his head and greets you with a charming smile.

-My, my, what a beautiful partner I have. Maybe you should come closer so I can see you better.

-Not as pretty, handsome and mesmerizing as you, my darling, you slyly add.

He swears under his breath that he's going to die one day. You slowly approach the couch, then take his chin between your fingers. You slowly kiss him and take the lead, while stroking a strand of his hair. You withdraw from the kiss, smirking as he bites his lower lip, trying to hide the reddish blush on his cheeks.

Albedo

-Good luck

-I mean, you never saw him blush before, so you don't even know if it's possible

-You two weren't even that close, you did some school projects together but nothing crazy

-Still, you had a silly little crush (no, in fact you were so deep in love with him) on him, and don't know if your feelings are reciprocated

-You were kinda nervous (an understatement) about it, not knowing what to do of your feelings

-You tried to bury them deep in your chest but they kept flooding out of your heart

-One day though, you decided to confess

-On a cold evening of winter, you decided that it was the right moment.

...

Sitting in front of him at a small table in the library, you were listening to his understanding of the subject for this semester's project. The wind was loud and violently smashing the window's glass, the air was cold. You tried to focus on what Albedo was saying in vain, too busy scrutinizing the way his lips moved at each word and the disposition of his hair framing his face. You sighed, and thus caught Albedo's attention.

-Is something wrong, dear?

You heart clunched pleasantly in your rib cage, holding for dear life to this tiny hope that he liked you back. You shook your head, and tried to search for words. Your mouth was dry, and you had a strange sensation in your throat, maybe it was attempting to prevent the words from coming out.

The blond looked at you, uncertain of what to think. He found himself unable to continue his explanation, disturbed by your sudden gaze on his person. His heart missed a beat when you suddenly spoke.

-Albedo, be my boyfriend. Please.

It was almost as if you were begging him to. As if it was a necessity, as if you knew his feelings for you. Did you know?

–I like the way you... I like you. Please, it may seems sudden but I really thought about it and I really want to love you as a partner because being friend isn't enough. Because it hurt and I don't want it to hurt.

Not knowing what to say, he looked quite a long time at his feet. When he decided to meet your gaze again, you seemed so serious and sincere it made his cheeks warm, and he blushed.

Venti

-I'd say it's easy to make him blush but at the same time, not that easy

-He already has light pink cheeks most of the time, either due to alcohol or just when he's with you, because you always make him happy and his cheeks naturally tend to be pink

-You know that guy has no shame, he's thousands years old and knows every songs (including the ones that are yk.. come on you can't tell there isn't some poems which are about seggs)

-If you want to make him flustered flustered, good luck

-You have to find the most beautiful compliment in the world or he'll just chuckle a little before complimenting you in return (he's better than you at making you flustered)

-The easiest way may be to wait for an early morning when he's not fully awake yet.

...

The early morning's sunrays were shining through the window and into your bedroom, as you opened one eye to see the sleepy face of your boyfriend. You stared at his peaceful features. His nose, his round cheeks, his long eyelashes, and the way his hair was beautifying his already pretty face just as if he was made to be beautiful.

You let out a silent sigh, a small pount on your lips, and suddenly you felt like you were made to admire every details of his beauty, and to make songs about it to make sure the world knows it too. With a single light touch on the cheek, you woke him up and decided you should kiss him everywhere and so you did.

He was not fully awake and was still trying to understand what was going on. He felt your lips on his skin, your hand on his cheek and your other hand slightly pulling on his hair and it felt so unreal he thought it was a dream. Unconsciously, he moved his head so he could reach your mouth, his fingers grabbing the bed's sheets like his life depended on it.

His eyes were half closed and locked on your lips, but when he opened then wider and met your gaze, he saw a kind of fascination, like if these eyes were looking at something beautiful, almost out of this world, an unknown wonder hidden behind layers of mysteries unsolved. His heartbeats started to quicken when he remembered these eyes were looking at him, reaching for the soul laying in his heart. Maybe it was thanks to the intimacy of the moment, but his whole body was now radiating an alarming heat and his face, ears and neck were red.

–Hello, darling, you said as you kissed his nose.

His silence was so loud of love for you that the sun greeted you both with its warm and brilliant embrace, and Venti smiled.

Razor

-I don't know if he's never blushing because he doesn't understand what is going on most of the time or if he's always blushing because of anything you do

-That one is kinda fifty fifty tbh

-You two are friends, or bestfriends I may say

-He's so confused because he started feeling "weird" around you some months ago (he's in love yk yk)

...

A small smile curled on Razor's lips when he found you half asleep, laying against a tree. He didn't know from where the desire to sit down next to you came, but he accepted it nonetheless. Sat on the grass a few inches next to you, he extended his legs a little to find a comfortable position, taking care not to soil his school uniform's pants.

You smiled to yourself as you opened one eye, took his hand in yours, and he turned his head to hide it from you.

–Hello, Razor, you said while stroking his palm, and he stayed silent for a few moments.

-Hello, Y/n.

And you could see the red on his neck. If you had tried a little more, you could've seen his deeply pink cheecks.

Bennett

-One of the easiest to fluster, boy's a blushing mess 24/7

-Whatever you say, whatever you do...

-And you both aren't even in a relationship! (yet)

-If you want to really make him blush like he never blushed before, there's still one thing you can do : you have to lean close to his face, maintain the eyes contact, slightly touch his shoulder or whatever and say "I love you"

-Basically confess

-Boy's almost melting, he's so red I'm not even joking

....

You were both lying on the bed like friends do, in a small castle made of pillows and blanckets, all warm and comfy. It was one of these calm yet slightly flustering moments for Bennett, because you were so close to him and he could almost feel your breath on his neck and it felt so good knowing you were right next to him but he was also so in love with you and so shy about comfessing and his heart was about to melt. His whole body was so warm and his cheeks were already tainted with pink.

Like the little asshole you were, you started to move even closer to him, making sure both of your shoulders touched each other, leaving your hot breath on his skin like a burn.

Heart bumping in his chest, he turned his head so he could see you and your teasing smirk, so your eyes met.

-Hey Bennett, I love you, you mutter with a laugh, never breacking the eyes contact.

You could see his whole face becoming red and his eyes widening, as the commisures of his mouth curled into stunned grimace.

You putting your hand on his arm had him definitely dying as he started to stutter words you couldn't understand.

Zhongli

-It takes a lot to make him blush

-He's always so calm, confident, unbothered

-You two have a complicated relationship, basically you're supposed to be sex friends the night and to hate each other the day but you both fucked up and fell in love, yet refused to admit it

-You know because you were supposed to NOT fall in love

-So yeah complicated

-Another man who needs a whole ass confession to blush

...

The moon was already high in the sky when you came back home, Zhongli's hand in yours as your fingers squeezed his knuckles, almost running to your bedroom. He was surprised by the urge in your movements, as if he wasn't feeling his own heart at the verge of giving up on its job - keeping him alive until you kissed him.

Grabbing his collar with your gloved hands, you pushed him on the mattress, and you stared at him with a confused expression on your face. You were on top of him, sat on his thighs and fingers stroking his neck, while he looked at you with hopeful eyes, expecting you to give him what he wanted, and for the first time you could understand what he was thinking.

You let out a shaky breathe, closing your eyes for a second and suddenly you bowed over him, nose one inch close to his.

-We're fucking idiots. Damn!, you yelled. Looking so pretty for me. Just for me. Damn, Zhongli, I think I love you. Be mine.

Incomprehension filled his eyes and they widened so much it was funny. As he processed the words, his face became redder and redder, and you heard him swallow his saliva. You smirked at his face, went to eat his lips until they were puffy and he melted against you.

Tartaglia

-He usually is the one to fluster you, I mean y'all see what I mean

-He's not the one to crack a pick up line at every occasion he gets but he does a lot of compliments and always speaks before thinking when it comes to that

-Don't get me wrong he's cocky as hell but pick up lines aren't his thing

-He does not hide his feelings, even when you weren't together

-Now about the blush part.. Like Venti, his cheeks naturally tend to be pink all the time AND HE HAS FRECKLES yeah

-You can't do anything of your own will to make him blush, but there're also these times when even if you do nothing, he's still blushing hard

...

You felt his fingertips on your forearm, tickling your skin a little. As you noticed his head a little bit closer to yours than a few seconds ago, you tried to focus on the papers in front of you, waiting for your delicate handwriting to fill the reports and for your signature at the bottom-right hand corner.

-Ajax, come one, let me work.

He signed, retracting his arm, and started whining about you "being distant and cold and not giving him attention". You gazed at him for the first time in twenty minutes and chuckled at his pount.

-What about you let me finish everything that needs to be done right now and then I'll be all yours? For the rest of the day? Sounds good?

–For the rest of our life sounds definitely better, he said, and you didn't know if he was joking or not.

And even if your were supposed to be the one flustered by the compliment, the way you looked at him, with confusion, expectation, happiness and the smirk on your lips made him blush, as he tried to hide it from you, not understanding why he had that reaction.

Then, you let out another chuckle that melted his heart and he desesperatly covered his face with his hand.

"What in the hell is wrong with me?"

Xiao

-The friend who can't take compliments, like at all

-Is flustered by any demonstration of affection coming from you

-But will NEVER let you see his face, he runs away (teleport somewhere else you don't even know how) everytime

-Good luck trying to see his flustered face

-Good luck trying to make a move in order to date him </3

-He doesn't blush a lot tho

...

The autumn breeze was nicely brushing against your skin, and the music you were listening to was your favourite. It was a nice morning of september, one week after the beginning of the school year. As you looked for a paper in your school bag, you noticed a student standing in front of you, and the surprise of recognizing Xiao hit you.

He seemed confused, trying to find his words, and he silently cursed you don't know who under his breath. Maybe he has been forced to go talk to you.

-... What are you listening to?, he suddenly asked.

You smiled a little, and you handed him one of your earphones which you didn't use often because it hurt one of your ears. He accepted, sitting right next to you, as stiff as a tree. He nodded his head after a moment, like he was agreeing woth your music's taste.

You gazed at him and noticed a small, tiny blush on his cheeks, his jaws were relaxed and he had a small pount on the lips. It gave him a really different expression than usually, maybe a bit softer and maybe, his walls cracked a little.

Chongyun

-Has the biggest crush on you and can't help but be flustered and blushing when you're around

-His friends aren't helping at all

-Xingqiu, Xiangling and Hu Tao I'm looking at y'all

-He's always admiring you from afar and blushes when he looks at you for too long

-Nobody knows if he'll ever be able to confess because he can't align two words when he talks to you

-You don't have to do anything but to be you

...

The opened door of his locker was like a wall protecting him from you. He has been lucky enough to have a locker right next of yours and he cursed every deities for that, because he had to worry about meeting you everyday. He just couldn't see your smile without starting to have a tantrum in his chest and his cheeks to warm up.

Today was a really bad day for him because you decided to both greet him and smile while doing so. Like usually, he blushed and panicked, not even being able to say hello back. He pushed his head into his locker so you coulnd't see his face.

Little did he know that you noticed that behaviour a while ago and were just waiting for him to be more relaxed around you. Maybe one day he'll be confident enough to confess. But before that, you should try to act friendly enough with him.

-See you later, Chongyun, you added as you patted his back.

Xingqiu

-I can hardly imagine him blushing to be honest

-He's always so composed and I think he handles embarrassment easily

-STILL, he's weak for sudden acts of affection

-Little butterfly kisses on the forehead/anywhere on his face, quick hugs, compliments

-COMPLIMENTS

-He's a sucker for praises, (I'm right argue with the wall) just praise him and he'll melt

...

You left the bathroom the second your heard your husband calling your name, heading towards your shared bedroom. You found him in front of the mirror, trying to do something about his tie, a sheepish smile on his lips as he glared at you, silently begging for your help.

You chuckled a little.

-Darling, you're in your twenties. You're lucky I know how to tie this thing,

He pounted at you, before laughing.

-May you help me with my tie, my Liege?

You walked towards him, and helped him tying the piece of clothe, putting his long hair behind his shoulders so that it didn't bother. You then kissed his nose, closing your eyes while doing so, which seemed to stop his every movements.

-You're so beautiful, Xingqiu, and it's not because of the suit.

When you re-opened your eyes, you saw him smiling and noticed his red cheeks, as he scratched his neck.

Ayato

-That sly mf is the best at hiding his blush

-Smooth asf, you would never know if he's blushing or not

-It doesn't mean that he never blushes, he does (would never admit it tho) but you just CAN'T see it

-He doesn't want you to see his blush because he feels like he looks too vulnerable with it

-One time tho, when you noticed an almost invisible taint of pink oh his face, you tried to see it entirely

...

-Come on baby, let me see it, please!

Your boyfriend turned his back at you and almost hid in your shared closet, chuckling a little as if he was just messing with you. In reality, he was just so flustered he feared that he looked ridiculous. He was desesperatly holding to the "cool and hot boyfriend" image he had.

-I am not blushing, so there's no need for you to see it.

You laughed, not buying his lie.

-'Yatoooo, please ! I'm sure you look super cute!

You took him by his arm, pulling him out of the closet with a strength you didn't know you had. You both fell on the bed, driven by the sudden movement, and to your surprise, you fell on top of him, thus, you had a visual access to his embarrassed face.

He bit his lower lip and looked away with unsure eyes. He felt his already hot face become hotter and hotter as you admired him.

-Enjoying what you see?

His voice was almost shaking. The view felt unusual, it was the first time for you to see him like that, vulnerable.

-Yes. You're so damn handsome baby. So, so cute, too.

You cupped both of his cheeks with your hands, looking straight into his eyes, and you whispered.

-I love you so much.

Itto

-Big boy is actually a softy for you

-He fights he hugs but most importantly he protecc

-Or something like that

-Bro still believes he's in the friend zone because you called him "bestie" one day

-So whenever you try to make a move he's always "shit it's not that deep bruh move on my dude" but he's blushing like a mess and internally screaming

...

-Hey Itto, I was wondering... Would you like to go on a dinner with me?

Your sudden question made him stop talking in the middle of a sentence. He blinked once, twice, and realization seemed to hit him, and his cheeks turned pink.

-Oh, you mean like a dinner between bestfriends haha, yeah of course my friend I'm always glad to eat with-

-No Itto I mean like a fucking romantic dinner between someone who's trying to flirt and a guy who's to oblivious about it, like come on it's like you're doing it on purpose.

His eyes widened and he went silent for a good three minutes, as you sighed. He smiled sheepishly at you, sharp teeth showing a little.

-Yeah, I'd like that, he said somehow shy.

-Good, see you at 8 p.m then.

You left the poor man alone with his heart that had gone crazy, his flustered expression and warm cheeks.

Kazuha

-He's usually the one that can fluster you

-He has a few haïkus ready everytime he comes back from travel

-But that doesn't mean he never blushes, actually he does pretty often, as your relationship is recent in a sense

-Nonetheless he must the the only one who does not hide his face when he blushes because he trusts you so much

-Did I mention the haïkus?

...

You opened one eye as you felt a cold finger at the corner of your mouth. You smiled as Kazuha greeted you, loving look directed at your person.

He dropped off his travel bag at the corner of your bedroom, deciding that it would be taken care of tomorrow in the morning. He changed his clothes, choosing a clean shirt in the wardrobe, and a pair of baggy pants, then joined you in the bed.

You took him in your arms and went to kiss his lips, strocking a strand of his hair, before you pulled out to chuckle a little. You noticed a small blush on his face before he turned off the light.

-Welcome back, Darling.

Thomas

-The "busy" co-worker you talk with once a week

-He keeps avoiding you because of his massive crush

-Whenever he sees you in a corridor he fakes having an urgent business to deal with because he's that nervous

-Convinced himself you will never love him

-Sometimes, he buys you coffee, tea, or hot chocolate when he feels relaxed enough to hold a conversation

-Always has a light pink shade on his face when he talks to you

...

There was a long and heavy silence as you stared at him with dumbfounded eyes. He seemed rather nervous, hiding behind the bouquet of flowers he bought you, waiting for you to say something.

He looked at you through the stems, trying to stay calm. You didn't notice his small blush. He sighed at your lack of answer, scratching his neck.

-May you accept these flowers?

You took the bouquet without a word, not knowing what to say, and you took knowledge of the flower's sent.

-They're really pretty, thank you, Thomas.

He smiled at what you said, relieved.

-I'd also be delighted to have dinner with you, you added.

Thomas felt a pleasant squeeze in his heart, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his small pount. You then gazed at his hot red cheeks with tenderness.

Heizou

-Good luck trying to make him blush, he always sees it coming and prepares himself in consequence.

-By far the cockiest bastard

-The kind of guy to whisper the most obscene things in your ear in public, so he's the one who makes you fluster most of the time

-You have to surprise him, and watch closely because you could miss his reaction

-He's so cute when he blushes tho

...

-Don't run away now, pretty boy, you smirked at Heizou.

Holding his tie with a firm grip, you pulled him closer to you, and pinned him against the nearest wall. He felt cold sweats pass through his spine, as he swallowed his saliva.

-What now, where is all your teasing? Cat got your tongue?

-Come on Y/n, there's no need to go this far, it was just a little teasing, nothing more.

He tried to hold back a nervous laugh, eyes widened of surprise. He never saw this face of you and was kind of regretting pushing you this far.

-How about you got the taste of your own medicine ?

His eyes narrowed and you leaned closer to his ear, then whispered some unholy things and left the poor boy alone, red like a crayfish and stuttering random words.

Gorou

-Another easily flustered man

-Please leave him alone when he's working because he blushes for ANYTHING

-You're part of the Watatsumi Island army but you aren't under his orders, yet you usually skip your meetings and trainings to join his just to have the pleasure to mess with him

-He loves you too much to tell you to leave tbh

...

Surprised looks scrutinized your figure as you approached the group, then looked back at their general. You smiled at your husband, hands in pockets, and went to sit down next to one of his soldier, in front of him. You watched his face slowly losing his smile, and he pinched his nose bridge.

-Y/n, we talked about this, Gorou started as you stared at him with malicious eyes.

-Ah yes, we did.

Seeing that you weren't moving at all, he continued to explain this and that to his soldiers, and you kept your gaze on him. He tried so hard to keep his composure that you almost laughed.

-Well, that's enough for today. If you have any question, please go on...

-Sir, are you free tonight? You said as you raised your hand. 'Cause you look kinda cute and-

He yelled at you to stop, stuttering on his words, and you smirked at his behaviour. When everyone left, you took his hand in yours and kissed his warm pink cheek.

Cyno

-When he's at school, he has to play the role of the student council member (we all know he is in the council come on), and he's super serious about it

-The whole school hates him for this but he's forgiven because he's just that handsome and sometimes (sometimes) nice

-The kind of guy who will beat the shit outta bullies with no hesitation

-Anyway, whenever you try some pda in school, he's all red and curses you because you "are distracting him" while squeezing your hand a little harder and silently begging you to kiss his cheek again

...

It was a normal day of school; people were chatting in the corridors, borrowing books from other classmates, some teachers were already at their third cup of coffee of the day (and it was only 10 a.m), some were strangely in a good mood, and most importantly, you found Cyno in the middle of giving a lesson to the poor guy who forgot to return a paper in time yesterday.

You smiled fondly at the scene, walking towards your boyfriend, and giving a slight sorry gaze at the poor student in front of him.

-Hey, Cyno, how about you let that man alone and try to help be with my physics essay? you said, an inch from his ear.

He had a small jumpscare and looked at you with widened eyes, stuttering words because of your sudden proximity. You pulled him out of the corridor, in the yard, chuckling, and that was when he seemed to wake up.

-Y/n! Stop preventing me from doing my job!

-Oh, you smiled. Honey, you're so serious and cute... You should probably be less serious too.

His cheeks were now harboring a pretty taint of red, and Cyno looked away.

Tighnari

-Touch. his. ears.

-Touch. his. tail.

-That is what they have been made for!!

-Anyway, he's super sensible in these areas and the intimacy makes his heart go badoom

-Also, cup his cheeks in your hands and smooch him lol

-He does not like pda but he doesn't mind you doing it in the comfort of your room, even if he blushes sometimes

...

Tighnari closed his eyes when you started to massage his scalp, appreciating the sensation of your fingers running through his brands of hair.

-Can I touch your ears?

He gave you a small smile, nodding slightly his head in approbation. You then started to pet his ears, from the bottom to the tip, while smoothing the fur, scratching it a little in specific areas. Your boyfriend melted against you and blushed from the intention.

-I love you, Darling.

Al Haitham

-Doesn't seem like it but I believe that this man always blush because of pda

-But just because it's you

-Like even the dirtiest words wouldn't affect him (well it would but that's not the matter right now)

-Just take his hands in yours while walking in Port Ormos and you get to see his small blush

-If you add a kiss he'll be all grumpy and will try to hide his face because of how hot his cheeks feel

...

You hummed a Sumeru ballad as you walked down the street of the port, peacefully talking with your boyfriend. Your little walks with Al Haitham were now going unnoticed as people were now used to see you and him together.

-Hey, what do we eat for dinner, tonight? you asked him when you passed by a small restaurant.

He sighed as he met the expecting eyes you gave him.

-It seems that you already found a restaurant.

-Nah... But you're right though, that restaurant looks really comfy and it smells rather good! Come on, we should go now!

You adressed him your biggest smile and took his hand, heading towards one of the tables, while his other hand went to hide the lower part of his face, and both his cheeks and hand felt hot to him. Likewise, he couldn't help the peaceful feeling in his chest.

Scaramouche

-His face is always red... of anger

-Just kidding

-Since he's new to all of that "affection" thing he's a little bit awkward, and even shy, but he doesn't blush often ig

-Hens still the one who wants to hide it the most, not that he succeeds everytime tho

-When he starts to call you a "stupid dumbass" that needs to "stop saying so many bullshits" it means that he's actually flustered and maybe blushing

-But he can be a tiny bit affectionate when no one's around, yeah

...

-Hey, Kuni ? You called him while serving yourself a glass of water.

-Hm?

-Do you want me to cut your hair? It starts to get a bit long.

You sat on a chair, waiting for his answer, while he seemed to be thinking about it.

-Don't get me wrong, it looks good on you but I thought that maybe...

-Is it true? he asked, looking at a bowl of fruits on your kitchen's table. That I look good with long hair?

-Yes, you smiled to yourself. Maybe a bun would look good too.

Scaramouche's gaze searched for your own eyes, and he announced :

-Then give me a bun.

You chuckled at his demand and nodded. You passed your hands through his hair, pulling it all together in a nice loose bun with two strands of hair framing his face.

-... So beautiful, you whispered.

And just like that, you got to witness his flustered, pink face.

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Babytorre and the Harbingers Headcanons

Since ya'll loved Babytorre, it's time for some headcanons while I keep writing my Babytorre fic! Some of these thoughts were included in some of my reblogs, but I'll be adding onto some ideas I had while brainstorming!

Pierro

-Confused grandpa energy

-"Do I hold it like this?" "...Please stop dangling him upside down."

-He's too polite to really tell the child to go away, so he just is stuck with it forever.

-Babytorre loves hiding in his coat, and Pierro has no idea what to do about it. He's so clueless with children that he usually just picks the child up and moves him away, until the child comes walking back and rehomes himself in the Harbinger's coat all over again. It's a cycle, and a painful one to watch for everyone else.

-He invited the clone to play chess once. The child had no clue what was going on the entire time. He just kind of moved the pieces and kept hearing the old man curse for some reason. Little did he know... He was somehow beating the master at chess without even knowing how to play.

-Pierro holds him by the armpits because he has no idea how to hold a child.

-The consequences of being a dilf.

Capitano

-Really chill with the child, actually.

-Probably the most trusted with the child's safety, as he takes it very seriously and is very good at keeping the child in a particular area.

-Usually just sharpens his sword or walks the child around the palace whenever he's left with it. Babytorre usually decides what they do, and it's just kind of a relaxing silence.

-He sometimes carries Babytorre on his shoulders, even if the kid is too shy to ask for it. The child really enjoys it, and often makes the up motion (you know what I'm talking about), and Capitano never complains. His helmet makes it a little awkward, but they figured it out somehow.

-He's the chill uncle.

-Babytorre really just chills around him because he has a calming energy and usually doesn't talk much. Which Babytorre really enjoys, especially when he gets to see all of Capitano's cool swords and stuff. He really likes Capitano's helmet too, he thinks it's really cool.

Pulcinella

-Also grandpa energy, but experienced grandpa energy.

-Yes, everyone trusts him the most with Babytorre. The Rooster is very reliable, as he somehow managed to keep Tartaglia in line without getting him killed somehow.

-Usually just muses about politics and Babytorre kind of ignores it. Most of the time, they're accompanied by Lyev, one of Sandrone's nanny-bots, and the bot keeps the child entertained.

-He really dotes on Babytorre, mostly because he doesn't see Dottore in the child, but just a scared and confused kid that's still trying to figure out who he can trust. Pulcinella always tells him that if he needs a place to hide or relax, he can always drop by his office or his room. Babytorre doesn't really understand all that well, but he has the spirit.

-He always tells the other Harbingers off for being rough with the child, mostly because he's afraid that Babytorre will get hurt with a bunch of adults roughhousing around him. Luckily, Arlecchino and Tartaglia manage to take it somewhere else after the one time they got their ears scolded off.

-He sometimes reads to Babytorre when the kid gets bored. Babytorre's favorite book for him is Rapunzel (he likes the witch voice).

Arlecchino

-She runs an orphanage, so she knows what she's doing.

-Though she's a bit loud, so Babytorre doesn't like her as much.

-She once gave him a knife. Babytorre can no longer have knives because of her. No one got hurt, but Pantalone almost had a heart attack.

-She really just thinks of Babytorre as another kid from the orphanage, but doesn't want to spend more time with him than necessary. She reminds him of Dottore too much, despite the two having very different temperaments. She's also a bit sour after being told off by Pulcinella, no one tells her what to do. Besides, the child was fine in that case, why does the old guy care so much?

-Babytorre usually keeps his distance from her, because he's heard how she yells. It hurts his ears a lot, and it's also scary. So he doesn't like going near her, it reminds him of the other clone.

-Overall, only give the kid to her if there are no other options. She's generally disgruntled because of how he stares at her like that. But she's a decent option, compared to some of the other ones.

Pantalone

-He's the (adoptive) father, so he's probably the best choice here.

-Knows how to deal with Babytorre, but also is Babytorre's favorite. As a consequence, whenever someone talks about him behind his back, Babytorre leaps to his defense. Which has led to several disagreements.

-He really does care about Babytorre. He hates the clown looking clone for hurting the child, especially after seeing it firsthand. And he also sees Babytorre as his own person, not as the precursor to the current Dottore.

-Overall, he just wants to give the child the life that he could never afford when he was younger. Seeing Babytorre struggling in the palace of all places, right under his nose while the treasury was pretty much bursting- It didn't sit right with him. So he decided to take on Babytorre because he felt bad, but also because the child was actually pretty cute, and very helpful. It's not a charity case if it's your kid.

-Tucks Babytorre into bed, sings him lullabies, tells him stories, helps him with his hair: he's the whole parent package. He uses his fancy hair products on Babytorre more often than he uses them on himself, just because that child has wild hair for some reason. Despite the Doctor not having it as bad. Genetics?

-Has spent the most money on a child, ever. Within the Harbingers, this has never been done before. Pantalone is happy to be the first.

-Melts whenever Babytorre is even vaguely cute.

Sandrone

-Built Lyev for Babytorre to keep him company.

-Overall, distant. She doesn't really like children, nor should be allowed around them. But her bots are very helpful in looking after him.

-He really likes ruin guards, so she often brings him close to the ones she's working on. He always likes tapping on them to "wake them up", which she secretly thinks is cute.

-Generally uninvolved, though she did program Lyev to be able to read up to 100 different books, all of which she took from his personal favorites.

-He sometimes sits in her lab and plays while she works. She doesn't mind, it's kind of cute to listen to his random child ramblings as he plays.

-Kind of like his estranged cousin.

Columbina

-Don't.

-She's literally the most fucked up in terms of childcare, keep the child far away from her.

-She once made him cry by crushing a butterfly and squeezing out its guts in front of him. Which is not a great example to go by, 0/10.

-Just likes terrorizing the child, which makes the other Harbingers somewhat angry. She says that it's "fun", even if the clone is crying hysterically and hiding from her.

-She tried to trick him into going outside alone at night, but luckily one of Dottore's other clones caught him before he could get hurt or lost.

-No one trusts her around the baby. No one.

Scaramouche

-Hates children in general.

-Wants to punt it, not hold it.

-Definitely on Babytorre's hit list, especially after the little disagreement they had.

-Still a child himself, really, so he's very petty.

-Tried to trip the kid one time. Now he's on not just the child's hit list, but half his coworker's too. And the other clones that have actually become quite attached to their new little companion that they never noticed before because he was always hiding. Scaramouche has to watch his back around the Lab, he might get "accidentally" stabbed in the back.

-He hates the fact that the child is probably going to be taller than he is.

-If hounded, he will begrudgingly admit that he does think the child is at least a little bit cute, but he's only told Tartaglia that. He does not trust anyone else with this information, and for a good reason. It could "ruin" him.

-Little hater.

La Signora

-Wasn't really there to meet him much, but heard a lot about him in her letters.

-Generally thinks he's chill, sometimes gives him little fire moths to chase around because she thinks it's cute.

-The whole reason the baby learned about fire potions in the first place, and why they became his favorite later on. She showed him all kinds of cool tricks with the ones she made, and he was very interested in all of them.

-Wine aunt energy.

-She often carries him on her hip, just because she can. He likes being carried.

-Babytorre reminds her of what she could've had with Rostam, which is part of the reason she treats him so well. He's also just really clueless, and she thinks it's funny.

-Babytorre tripped over her coat and faceplanted the ice one time. La Signora laughed so hard she nearly cried. She later had to apologize because baby's feelings were hurt (along with his face).

Tartaglia

-Loves the child so much.

-Babytorre reminds him of Teucer, so he tries to play and have fun with him as much as possible. And he's not all that bad at this whole kid entertaining thing. He really could be a toy salesman, if he tried.

-The only problem is that Babytorre hates him. Well, it's more that he's afraid of Childe.

-(It's because he's ginger)

-They tried to leave him with Childe for an hour at one point. Babytorre was crying the whole time, and was still crying when they got back. Childe has no clue to this day why the child doesn't like him.

-They eventually warm up to each other (through some Teucer intervention), and Babytorre begins gravitating to Childe whenever he wants to have some actual fun. This includes exploring the palace, checking out the stores in the main city, and always the best part: Babytorre nap time. Childe is overjoyed that the child finally trusts him.

-Older brother energy- but with a side of unhinged.

-He probably teaches Babytorre curse words in Snezhnayan and a few other languages. Unfortunately for Babytorre, Pantalone is fluent in Liyuen and nearly had a heart attack when he heard the child babbling about "motherfucking tax evaders" while reading his book. He was both proud and shocked.

-Childe definitely showed Babytorre his tiny narwhal once, and now Babytorre insists on seeing it every time they meet. He always watches it like he's never seen such a beautiful thing. Well, he hasn't.

-They go play pretend debt collection sometimes. Babytorre is a very mean debt collector, all the fatui he's vanquished pray that he's never going to become anything close to a ranking officer or a Harbinger.

Il Dottore

-Has a love-hate relationship with the clone.

-Babytorre is a mirror of his younger self, which he really doesn't like. But seeing Babytorre getting doted on and being clearly happy with what's happening to him... He's a little jealous, but he's also secretly relieved.

-Babytorre was never supposed to survive. That's Dottore’s own conclusion, drawn from the data that created the small thing that seems to not follow his same path. It also is much younger than necessary for a clone to live its natural lifespan, so he originally hypothesized that it would die within the first few weeks. It's been two months, and Babytorre is still going strong.

-The creation of Babytorre was one of Dottore’s greatest mistakes and miscalculations. Not in the familial way, but quite literally. An error in the math and supplements he was given while incubating (as well as his exposure to the growth serum) affected the size and age of the clone. As a consequence, he ended up coming out too young.

-He sees himself in the clone, but also hates that he wishes he had more when he was a child.

-Deathly afraid of scarring his clone's face too, so he keeps the baby far from the lab while he can.

-Reads to the clone in the shrill princess voice because it makes the kid laugh.

-He's still trying to figure out why Pantalone would be so kind to his clone, and what he did to not deserve that. Though he'll never admit to it.

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