#eula lawrence x reader

[sea-lanterns]

RING SIZES

synopsis: genshin women trying to find your ring size

featuring: eula, yelan, miko, ningguang

rating: sfw (anyone can interact)

warnings: gn! reader, fluff, kissing, affectionate physical touches, slightly suggestive content (miko's), already established relationship, not proof read.

art credits: whisper me a love song

EULA

When you got home that evening, you noticed that Eula wasn’t waiting for you in the living room like she usually did, ready to greet you the moment you set foot through the door. That’s fine, she’s probably somewhere else in the house then, right? Either that or she was still working late and won’t get home until later. You didn’t mind, you could wait for your girlfriend as long as it takes!

See, that’s what you thought at first. However, as you went to set your work stuff down and take off your shoes, you hear rummaging in your bedroom and the sounds of Eula’s frustrated grunts.

“Now where would they…”

Oh, so she was home, she was just in your bedroom! You smiled and set your bag down to make your way over to your room, peeking in through the illuminated crack of the door to see what she was up to. Eula was busy hunched over the dresser that housed all your clothes, digging through a wooden jewelry box you kept atop the dresser, while pushing through various bracelets, necklaces, and other jeweled accessories. 

“Wh-…” you decided not to say anything and settled for hiding behind the door to see what she was doing. Why was she rummaging through all your stuff? She didn’t need to be so secretive, if she wanted to wear some of your jewelry she could just ask…

“Ah…finally…” Your eyes lit up as Eula pulled out one of your rings, admiring the glisten of one of the gemstones and holding it up in the air to examine. “I think this is it, it should be their size…” She smiled softly and cupped the precious ring in her hand, rubbing her fingers over the smooth, worn out metal.

“This time it’ll be a real diamond, my love…”

Your eyes widened at her implications, turning away from the door to quietly walk away and pretend like you didn’t see anything. Was this real? Did you just…witness her plans to propose to you?

You almost let out a squeal of excitement, yet also bashed yourself for having caught her in the midst of it. Whatever! It wasn’t like you knew when she was going to propose…

“Home already, darling?” You heard her say, turning around to face your girlfriend with nervous eyes. “Ah…yeah, I just got home a minute ago. How was work?”

“Sufficient, I suppose…”  Eula smiled and walked over to plant a kiss on your forehead, your eyes noticing her slip the ring into her back pocket. “I missed you, but I need to make an errand now, my darling. I’ll be back soon.”

“Oh? Where to in this late hour?” You tease, folding your arms and smiling expectedly at her. 

“Mm, nowhere too important.” Eula chuckled, picking up your hand and planting a small kiss on your ring finger. “Let’s just say I need to make a special order…”

Your heart hammered at the implications. 

YELAN

Usually you’d go to bed without Yelan. That’s okay, you understood what her job was like and enjoyed the little sprinkles of time she gave to you whenever she was off duty. Though sparse, she loved you dearly, and you didn’t mind too much as Yelan would always try her best to finish missions early so she could come home and snuggle up to you.

Tonight was no different. As you slowly stirred awake at the sound of your door lock clicking, you smiled and tried not to open your eyes when you heard Yelan’s careful footsteps walking down the hall. She didn’t know this, but you made a habit of memorizing her walk patterns. From the click of her heels to the tired yet sexy sigh she exhaled after a long day, you could tell it was her…

Like a cat, she slowly crept into your bedroom, smiling at the sight of your figure all balled up on her side of the bed. How cute, she’d always find you sleeping on her side, a sight so precious she’d often wish she could just photograph it. 

“I’m home…” she’d mutter softly, your eyes still closed as you wanted her to think you were asleep. “…Ah, out like a light I see.”

You resisted the urge to smile as Yelan pressed a chaste kiss against your forehead, the sounds of her rummaging through her closet —presumably to change into her sleepwear— and going to lie down beside you, spooning you from behind. She let out a breathy sigh and wrapped her arms around your waist, you’d think she’d start passing out by now judging by how tired she was, but your instinct told you she was still awake.

That’s odd, was she still staring at you? You wanted to turn around and open your eyes but sleep was starting to slow you down. Perhaps she’ll fall asleep at some point and just—

Then Yelan reached out and gently caressed your left hand, picking it up like it was made of glass. Oh? What’s this…? Your heart sped up as she held your hand carefully, fingers circling around your ring finger as she quietly hummed in thought. 

What was she doing? Her fingers were rubbing at the circumference of your left ring finger as if she were trying to gauge something. Could it be…? Was she trying to figure out your ring size?

Yelan sighed and you could just feel her smile from behind you. Her hand is still holding onto yours while she buries her face into the back of your neck, fingers entwined like a lock while she exhales breathily into your skin.

“I should use paper, it’s more efficient that way…”

With one last sleepy grumble, she finally closed her eyes to let sleep overtake her, unaware of the blushing person who heard her coddled up in her arms.

MIKO

As sly and cunning Yae Miko can be, she was absolutely stumped with how to find your ring size without you noticing. She’s tried countless times to measure the circumference whenever you were distracted, yet your intuitive gaze would always catch her whenever she tried to do something sneaky. Leading to her utter defeat, as it was hopeless to distract you long enough to mark the measurements she needed.

The kitsune huffed and slouched over her work desk with a frown. Her tail wagging sporadically out of annoyance as she wanted nothing more than to just flat out ask you. 

“Hm…how irritating…” she crossed her arms as sparks flew out of her vision with fury, lighting threatening to shoot out if not for the calm and soothing voice of her lover. 

“Morning Miko,” you hummed, walking into her office like you owned the place. “Eh? The air is all dark and frizzy. Did you accidentally get fur in your tea again?”  

“I— no.” Miko chuckled nervously at your statement because while that wasn’t the reason she was  frazzled, she did in fact get some fur in her tea due to shedding season. ‘Now is not the time to tell them that. I’ll just cut to the chase.’

“Morning little one, how was last night’s rest?” She hums, walking over to kiss you lightly on the lips. Enjoying your little sigh of satisfaction, she grins and leans forward to kiss you a little deeper, taking notice of how you grew so lost in the kiss, that your eyes fluttered shut in response. ‘Oh…this gives me an idea…’ 

As you broke away from the kiss to catch your breath, Miko suddenly nudged you back so you would start backing up in the direction of her desk. “Ah…Miko, I can walk you know—”

“I know I know…” was her voice getting…sultry? Oh no, you can’t do it here! You’re in her office! Plus, you did it last night already…

“Miko, wait…we can’t…”

Little did you know Miko had bigger plans…

“Mm, don’t worry, little one. I won’t go too hard on you…” She purred and put on her best seductive facade, reaching forward to grasp your left hand gently. “Just relax…and let me take over…” 

As she leaned forward to keep you locked within a deep and passionate kiss, her hands were busy at work as she had no time to spare! Hands grasping over her desk to grab a slip of paper, she slid it over your ring finger, creasing the edge where the ends meet. ‘Perfect. I got it.’

Pulling away from the kiss with a grin, she chuckled at your dazed face and brushed your hair back to tease you, enjoying the way you whined. 

“I got what I needed, thanks for the help little one…”

NINGGUANG

Ningguang is a busy woman, and busy women don’t often have the time to sneak around to get your ring size. While the thought is incredibly charming, she’d rather find your ring size in a rather…flashy, yet secretive kind of way that only a woman like herself could pull off.

What do I mean by flashy? I mean this woman literally went out to buy a ring of every size from the jeweler and gift them all to you in the disguise of a harmless present. An efficient, yet very expensive move as not only will she be able to figure out your size, but she’d be able to figure out what your taste in gemstones was like…

How clever of her. No wonder Ningguang was such a smart woman.

The moment you entered the Jade Chamber, you were surprised when her three secretaries suddenly pulled you over to a room that housed various shining rings with different little gemstones. These small, little gifts were probably worth a fortune to many, leaving you speechless at the sight of your girlfriend smirking in confidence.

“Hello there, dear,” She waved a hand over for you to join her, “Happy early birthday, I picked some presents for you to try…”

You raised a brow at this and chuckled amusingly at her gesture, finding the whole ordeal rather extreme. Though, Ningguang was a very extreme woman, perhaps this wasn’t so out of character for a woman like her… 

“My birthday is in four months,” you giggled, eying the rings with a peculiar curiosity. “Don’t tell me you’re celebrating it this early…”

She laughs and grasps your hand with a clawed finger, lightly scratching at your palms while she leads you to their cases. “I just wish to spoil you a bit, that’s all. You may have all of them if you’d like, but I’d like you to tell me how they feel and what you like about them.”

She smiles innocently. “Just to know what you like in the future.”

Okay, that was a little odd but whatever, it was common for your girlfriend to spoil you in riches whenever she wanted to. While material wealth wasn’t what made you happy in this relationship, Ningguang always seemed to enjoy it as she adored the shocked looks on your face whenever she’d bring you something expensive. 

“A little too loose.”

“I think it’s a little tight.”

She hummed in agreement when you slipped the bejeweled bands over your finger, taking mental notes of what was too small and what was too large. “And the gemstones? Which ones do you like?”

The moment you listed off the kinds of shapes, colors, and more importantly, the size of what you liked, Ningguang finally had it. The perfect ring for you. 

“Thank you my love, your input means wonders for me,” she quickly plants a kiss on your lips as she rushes to head back to “work.” 

“I best be going now, enjoy the gifts. I’ll be back for dinner with your favorite.” You were confused as to why she left in such a hurry, but just assumed she had some work to catch up with. Oh well, you chose to ignore it and go back to placing the rings back in their cases…

…Little did you know, Ningguang was actually not rushing to work, but to the jewelers again.

#eula x reader #eula lawrence x reader #yelan x reader #yae miko x reader #miko x reader #ningguang x reader #eula x you #yelan x you #yae miko x you #ningguang x you #genshin x reader #genshin women x reader #genshin imagines

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: The Huntress In Moonlight.

Written for a very lovely anonymous commissioner.

Pairing: Yandere!Eula x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 2.0k.

TW: Unhealthy Relationships, Implied Kidnapping/Imprisonment, Obsessive Behavior, Slight Manipulation, and Intimidation.

[Part Two]

It’d taken Eula six hours to catch you.

Three hours for one of her many agents stationed within Mondstadt’s walls to report that you were missing, two to find your tracks amidst the dense wilderness of the Whispering Woods, and one to overtake your frantic sprint and recapture you – the target sighted, located, and hunted down in less than half a day. Part of you was proud of yourself. You were familiar with her swordsmanship, had witnessed what she could do with a claymore and a raging vendetta. You knew that the twisted sense of fondness she held for you was the only reason her blade wasn’t lodged in the side of your throat, but still, it was a small miracle that you’d managed to evade her for as long as you did. It was a small miracle that you’d managed to get out of the city at all.

Part of you was proud. The rest of you, the majority of you, was just angry that you’d been stupid enough to try something so foolish in the first place.

Angry, and bitter, and more frustrated than you had any right to be. Even slung over her bicep, her shoulder pressing into your stomach and her gloved hand wrapped over the back of your thigh, you couldn’t do anything to loosen the tight coil of irritation pressing against the inside of your chest, to stop yourself from digging your nails into her back and kicking at her stomach whenever the terrain grew harsh and you could get away with trying to hurt her a fraction of as much as she’d hurt you. She took the abuse without complaint. You couldn’t see her face, but her breathing was steady, unfaltering, and she only ever seemed to pause to check the compass hanging from her waist or brush stray greenery out of her path.

That might’ve been the worst thing about Eula, when you found it in yourself to look beyond the violence and obsession. You could kick and scratch and scream all you wanted, bite and tear and call her names until your own desperate fear had been forgotten in the face of rage and vile hatred, but she was strong enough to take it, to hold you against her chest and bury her face in the crook of your neck until you were too exhausted to fight, until your throat had grown too hoase to scream. She was always hard to read, but her emotions (or, the collection of delusions that she liked to call emotions) were the most shielded in those small hours you spent alone with her; when she saw fit not to take what she wanted from you, but to wait until you’d worn yourself down far enough to let her have it willingly. It was the most excruciating to be at her mercy when—

Your limp body was hauled off of her shoulder and thrown carelessly to the ground – the earth colliding with your back and knocking the air from your lungs. No, you’d been wrong, this was the worst thing about Eula; the feeling of her gaze piercing into your flesh as she loomed above you, lips pressed into a thin line and dull eyes glinting silver in the moonlight. She reminded you of a wolf, silver-furred and nocturnal, an unrelenting force of nature from the minute she caught her quarry’s scent to the moment she had them in her maw, bloody and broken and ready to bend to her will. An unstoppable fury of teeth and canines and all the many things she had stripped you of, during your time together.

A click of her tongue, the setting of her jaw. She stepped towards you, where you remained on the ground, lingering long enough to haul you upward before gripping your shoulder and coming to kneel behind your back. “Hands.”

You hesitated, going stiff at the cold harshness of her tone. Her grip tightened, calloused fingertips burrowing into vulnerable flesh, and you relented quickly, bringing your hands to the small of your back and balling them into fists, your own blunt nails pressing defined indents into the meat of your palms. She wasn’t a wolf. That had been an idiotic thing to tell yourself. Wolves were messy, and barbaric, and they relied on their packs; admitted their weakness each time they shared their quarry with another dozen starving beasts. She was a hawk, or an eagle – a bird of prey who needed no more strength than what she possessed. She did not trek through the dirt and brambles, did not stoop so low as to have to put herself on the same plane as those she hunted. She soared above it all, barely a shadow in your peripheral until she saw fit to make herself known and fell just low enough to spear you with her claws. She was clean, and swift, and lethal. A huntress who did not waste time wondering if her prey knew to fear her.

You felt something cold and smooth wrap around your wrists – shackles, connected by a chain no longer than your forearm. For the first time, you thought to glance around the area she’d dropped you in. A canvas tent bearing a tattered crest sat to your side, covered in leaf litter and clearly not often used, an unlit lantern hanging above it on a thinning cord. An abandoned Fatui encampment, cleared out by some vicious adventurer and left behind by those who might've once inhabited it. Eula, in one of her rare fits of transparency, had once mentioned that there were dozens of them, dotted across the untamed wilderness, uncharted and unnoticed. She may’ve been the only person who knew how to find them, who cared enough to chart the forgotten sites, if only in her own mind.

The idea that there wasn't a soul in Mondstadt who knew where you were or how to find you was, somehow, even less comforting than you would’ve assumed.

When she finished, she pushed herself back to her feet, taking long seconds to skirt her fingertips along your shoulder, then the side of your neck as she placed herself in front of you. “Are you hurt?” As always, her voice was stern, stoic, and as always, you responded to her probing with bitter silence, pursing your lips and narrowing your eyes at the ground. She let out an airy sigh, but any other signs of irritation were muted, hidden beyond the shallow reach of your perception. “If you still have the strength to hold your tongue, you must not be too terribly injured. I’ll take this as evidence that you’re being woefully disagreeable and regard you as an uncooperative party from this point forward.”

You hated it when she talked to you like this; as if you were a criminal, as if you were some evildoer she could lock away without guilt. You grit your teeth, shrinking into yourself, but if Eula noticed your growing resentment, she didn’t deem it worth her acknowledgment. Few things you did seemed to be worth her attention, despite how close she saw fit to hold you.

“You know that it isn’t safe to leave the city on your own,” she went on, ignoring your resistance. “Let alone wander into the forest in the middle of the night. If you had something you needed to attend to, you could’ve just—” She paused, exhaling deeply. You could see her posture slacken, fatigue forming hairline cracks along the surface of her composure, but it was a temporary fracture, hidden just as quickly as it’d materialized. “You know the rules I’ve given you are there for your own protection. I don’t see why you continue to break them.”

“I never asked for your protection.” You were mumbling, speaking under your breath, but you knew she’d heard you. From the abrupt quirk to her practiced scowl to the way her fingers twitched at her side, fighting the urge to grope for her claymore, you knew she’d heard you. “The only thing I’ve ever asked you to do is leave me alone, and you have never once listened to me. Why shouldn’t I pay you back in kind?”

“Because I’m trying to prevent someone very dear to me from getting hurt, while you are being unnecessarily difficult and throwing yourself into danger just to spite someone who cares about you.” Her tone took on a tender lull, softened and saccharine, accompanied by a light touch to the corner of your jaw. You jerked away from her hand, but that did little to deter her. “You know that, don’t you? That I’m just trying to make sure nothing happens to you?”

You opened your mouth, already baring your teeth.

But, just as quickly, you snapped it shut and twisted away from her, bringing your knees up to your chest and firmly shutting your eyes. A childish tactic, but a necessary one. Complete avoidance was the only strategy she understood, the only thing that managed to block out her mantras of love and protection. She usually went on for a while longer, tried to provoke you with a cloying pet names and rhetorical questions, but in a few minutes, her frustration would take control and she’d leave to collect herself or return your silence in turn. Usually, she’d let you have your reprieve. Usually.

But, tonight had proved to be distinctly unusual, and you should’ve known better than to try such old tricks.

When you failed to respond, Eula pulled away from you, regaining her towering stature. The skin of the huntress traded out for the armored façade of a knight, the latter worn just as naturally as the former. “Do you really want to make this difficult?”

Again, you held your tongue. There was another sharp sigh, another shift in her stance, and then, she raised her hand.

Your mind didn’t have time to fully gasp what she was doing. She was holding nothing, and then, there was something – a hulking mass of iron and steel, the spaded tip of a blade plunging down, down, down,  towards your suddenly very exposed and very fragile form. You stiffened, curling into yourself, but the piercing blow never came. Rather, you felt something cool and flat against your back, heard a hollow thud, and reluctantly, opened your eyes to see that her claymore was no longer plunging towards you, but puncturing the ground less than hair's width from your back, buried in the earth with the chain of your shackles pinned beneath it. You jerked at your cuffs, pulling frantically at your restraints, but her claymore held true. All your strength – your diminish, exhausted strength – wasn’t enough to make the hulking weapon so much as tremble.

“I’ll come back in the morning. We’ll see if you’re feeling more mature, by then.” Cold as ice, as cutting as a sharpened knife. You lashed out blindly, kicking at the ground and clawing at the metal wrapped around your wrists, but she stood strong, unmoved by your panic. “My company’s based a few miles north. If you do manage to slip out, carefully consider in which direction you’ll choose run.”

“You can’t—” Your voice cut out, dying into a wordless, frantic sound of desperation. “Eula, there are monsters, and wolves, and— I promise, I’ll be good.” Because that was what she cared about. Not your safety, not your security, just your cooperation. Just how violently you fought back against her. “I won’t talk back, and I’ll let you touch me, and I’ll be so, so good. Just, please, don’t leave me here.”

For the first time since your recapture, her frown gave way to a small, softened smile. With slow, deliberate movements, her hand came up to cup your cheek, the pad of her stroking over your tender skin. “Oh, but you were so sure you’d be just fine without me only an hour ago.” She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss into your forehead before rising back to her full height. “Be safe.”

She turned away, but spared you one more glance over her shoulder, the moonlight casting her eyes in cold, unfeeling silver.

“And have a good night, beloved.”

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[amphibiahawks321]

Eula : I swear Y/N vengeance will be mine...

M!Reader : Trust me i would love for you to enact your vengeance on me-

M!Reader : ......

Eula : .....

Eula blushing : Wha-

M!Reader blushing : IGNORE THAT!!

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[covenantofthedeep]

i still love you.

feat. | diluc, yoimiya, eula, and xiao! summary | getting back together after a breakup. you love each other. author's note: it was very painful to write this very painful fic. enjoy! also idk if xiao actually smiles.. but i took a leap. and so now he smiles.

diluc ragnvindr |

maybe he hung around after to see if you still loved him. maybe he, despite your cutting words, still loved you. maybe he went to sleep thinking of your soft smile and gentle touch. and maybe, just maybe, he hoped you’d come back to him. 

your breakup destroys diluc. he’s still in love, hanging on to his shredded memories of you. he longs to kiss you, hold you, be with you. and yet you’d left, weeks ago, months ago, how long was it? time blurs together when you’re not there, and he feels almost weightless.

ha! weightless. as though such a word could be used to describe a man whose heart had just been torn out of his chest and lain on the ground, bleeding raw and bare. he sometimes—no, always—thought about you, and was so out of it that he rarely bartended at the tavern anymore. he hid away in the dawn winery. he wants to see you—he wants you to love him again, love him like he loved (no, loves) you.

adelaide worries about his many weeks spent pining away in front of the fire, drinking tea and staring morosely into the flickering flames. he's always been broody, angsty, mopey, but after he met you, he perked up. he started growing flowers in little beds (after you nagging him) and he started wearing other clothes. honestly. he'd do anything to see you right now.

and his wish is granted one cold winter afternoon, when he opens the door to see you on the other side. his broken heart repairs itself at the sight of you, freezing, smiling apologetically at him. “i love you—“ the two of you start together, and he doesn’t even give you a pause before he pulls you into a kiss.

naganohara yoimiya |

she misses you with an ache so fierce her sunshine dims. her father comments on her dullness and she forces a laugh. she’s no longer chipper, no longer soft and sweet. instead, she’s hard edges and short tempers and quiet cries in the dark. 

yoimiya thinks about you every day. while lighting a firework fuse. while staying up late at night. her thoughts are plagued by you and you only. she can’t bring herself to forget you, the magical person who dove in and made her feel truly, truly joyful. who made her feel like she wasn't too much.

she watches the fireworks on amakane island, remembering when you sat with her. and yet the thought stings so much, she bites her lip hard to keep from crying. what happened to her? she used to laugh everywhere she went, spreading light and warmth. you'd called her the sparkle of my eye. when she'd blushed and laughed, you had thrown your arms around her and kissed her full on the mouth.

now, she needs you. she needs you to bring back that light. that sparkle.

her chest aching, she leans forward and closes her eyes, her fingertips brushing a slip of paper. she raises it to her eyes. on it, four words are written in a scrawl she’s recognize anywhere. 

i still love you.

she sniffles, the tears streaming freely down her face. when were you here last? to write her a note, but to not see you? could you be that selfish? why leave a note when you could see her in person? she tears up the note, her fingers shaking, anger seeping through the sadness. well, fine. if you didn't want to see her, so be it. she would raise her head and--

a shuffle behind her causes her head to snap up and glance behind her. it’s you, holding up a sheet of paper. she barely takes time to read it before throwing herself into your arms and sobbing into your shoulder. do you still love me?

“yes,” she whispers into your ear, her sobs hiccuping into laughter.

xiao | 

xiao tells himself that he doesn’t hurt. he tells the same thing to anyone who asks; i’m fine. i’ve been over yn for so long now, it’s a thing of the past. he’ll force a laugh, but when he’s alone, sorrow drags his heart down so far it’s a wonder he manages to live still. 

your leaving xiao tore him to shreds and pasted him together, some pieces missing and some in different spots. he wants to find you again. he wants you to call his name. often, he finds himself looking at the top of wangshu inn, searching for your silhouette, your voice, your words. your words were always so pretty. you had the loveliest way of describing the most trivial of things. the rain patters like my thoughts--always moving, always whirling, always there. but dissolving into the background sometimes, you'd written once. and then he'd known that he was deep in love.

maybe he’s too clingy. maybe all he deserves is this eternal suffering. karma, he thinks bitterly. he never deserved you. your sweet words, snarky wit and whip-fast intellect. your beautiful love. 

whenever he started doubting himself like this, you’d sit on his lap and furiously tell him all the things you loved about him. by the end, he was smiling and you were laughing. you always said his smiles were as rare as a double rainbow; they were rarely there, but when they were, they took your breath away. his smile lopsided and crooked, his eye crinkling. it looked so out-of-place on his usually solemn features that you couldn't help but laugh, without fail.

thinking about that feels like a stab to the chest. he inhales painfully and turns away from the top of wangshu inn—but not before spotting a familiar silhouette.

he could recognize you from anywhere, and hoists himself easily onto the roof. you turn towards him. “xiao,” you whisper, and he smiles a double-rainbow smile.

eula lawrence | 

eula pretends that she does not care. who cares if you've left her? the one true love of her life? better to be the one in power, she decides, and not to cry over you again. she throws herself into dancing more fervently than before, whispering to herself vengeance will be had for your breakup.

eula dances with a ferocity that sends everyone reeling into shock. is she... angry? people wonder. her anger plus her love for you plus her hurt turns her dances sharp like ice, dangerous like lightning. she's as graceful as a swan, light as a feather. she's quiet and angrier when she speaks and when people bring you up, she cuts them off with a dangerous look and a whispered threat of vengeance.

she remembers how you'd tell her how gorgeous she looked before the performance, and after, only compliments would spill from your mouth. she remembers blushing and smiling so hard her cheeks ached along with her feet, and she remembers you carrying her bridal-style to your bed. she remembers how you'd always make her tea and sit with her until she fell asleep.

thinking about such things, she scolds herself, is not right. she spins into a turn and for a second, thinks she can see your face in the crowd. but why would it be you? you left her after she broke up with you (maybe a valid reason, but does it matter? you left).

coming out of her turns, she spots you again. this time, there's no doubt. you smile at her and she rapidly ends her dance, rushing towards you. you race into her arms and she twirls the two of you around. "i love you so much," you whisper.

"i am so mad at you for leaving," she hisses. "but i love you too." and she yanks you back towards her.

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[sumeru-academy]

Bride to be.

synopsis: you catch the bouquet at a wedding.

character(s): jean, eula, mona (seperate).

warning(s): mentions of marriage.

note(s): female reader, reader wears a dress and heels, second POV.

p.s: jean is wearing a suit but I could not write that description in so please use your imagination :(

—mod angel 🎐

JEAN GUNNHILDR

“Are you okay? Do your feet hurt?” 

With Jean’s arms wrapped protectively around yours, the two of you swayed to the romantic, slow-dance waltz together as couples just like you danced in the background of your vision. Sure, your feet ached, your dress was scratching up your thighs, and the people around you were starting to give you a headache but you’ve never felt more alive. Jean’s firm yet warm touch upon your body never ceased to make your heart flutter, and with the close proximity between you too, your heart was practically close to flying off.

“In all honesty, I’m in agony with these heels,” you chuckled, resting your head beneath your lover’s neck. “But, I do like being able to dance with you at eye level. So, I can bear the pain a little while longer.” 

Jean casted a worried look with her eyes and stopped dancing to hold your shoulders. “That’s not good. You might get blisters if you overextend your comfort. Would you like to go home now? I can carry you if you’d like.” She kneeled down on the floor in a princely manner and reached to remove your shoes. “May I? I brought spare flats in case you got tired.”

Of course she did. Jean was never one to be unprepared.

“Hah, you always seem prepared for everything, Jean.” You grinned, moving to go sit down at your designated table. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world to have you.”

The tips of the Gunnhildr’s ears glowed bright pink as she moved to kneel down in front of you. Carefully removing your heels like they were Cinderella’s glass slippers and placing a kiss just above your knee. “Any pain? Do you feel sore anywhere?”

“Are you gonna give me a massage if I do?” You joked. 

“If you want, I can.” Her face looked dead serious. 

“Ah…Jean, I’m joking.” You pressed the back of your hand to your mouth to stifle your laughter. You couldn’t help it, Jean was so cute when she was serious! “I’m fine, but those flats you brought do sound quite nice. Maybe at the next wedding I’ll plan to wear something more convenient next time.”

Jean smiled and slipped on the pair of flats she brought along delicately on your feet. Almost reenacting a whole Cinderella scene with you as she was so gentle and cautious with sliding the piece of footwear on. “Perhaps. But if you ever forget again, I’ll always have an extra pair just in case.”

She looked up at you with those adoring, blue eyes before her attention was taken away from the various cheers and squeals of women. All surrounding the bride of the wedding like some sort of weird formal rave. The bride was positioned at the top of the stage with her back turned to the crowd of cheering women, all eager with their hands in the air as they waited for her to throw the objects in her hands. 

A bouquet. 

“Oh! They’re doing the bouquet toss!” You fawned. “Jean, do you think I…?”

She smiled warmly at your indication and nodded. “Of course, you still qualify for a bachelorette after all.” Though that word left a bitter taste in her mouth. “Go on. I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

You beamed at this response and quickly kissed her cheek before running off, much faster now that you were no longer wearing heels. Jean couldn’t help but smile brightly at how excited you were to partake in such a funny little wedding tradition. I mean, catching a bouquet to indicate who’s next in marriage? It was a silly idea, yet Jean couldn’t help but let her mind take off with the concept in mind.

You married to her.

Jean would be lying if she said she never thought of the idea of marriage. The two of you had been together through thick and thin, dealing with any and every obstacle together as if you shared a single body. She always thought she was destined to lead the nation of Mondstadt alone, but when you came along, she finally realized just how important –and fun– it would be to have someone who loved her in her life. Someone who wanted to share the rest of their life with her. 

And she wanted to spend the rest of hers with them too. 

An erupt of screams snapped her out of her thoughts. The swarm of bachelorettes clearing to make way for the lucky woman in the middle. ‘I can’t see her.’ Jean thought worriedly. ‘Was she trampled by the others? Y/N–!’

Standing up from her seat, Jean froze when she heard your shout. 

“Jean!” You shouted from the crowd, your voice far from distress as it sounded more like happiness. 

“Y/N?” The crowd parted like the Red Sea to show you standing in the middle. The lights from the wedding cascading a heavenly glow in your smile when you turned around. Bouquet of roses in hand. 

“I caught it!” You shouted, a broad smile on your face as your fellow bachelorettes cheered for your win. “I caught it, Jean!”

Indeed you did, but Jean didn’t have it in her to respond. Simply staring at you with the deepest blush ever, as all she could think about was you in a wedding dress, getting married to her and smiling through a thin veil that masked your everlasting beauty. Jean couldn’t talk. She couldn’t fathom. And yet when she sees you jumping around excitedly with the bouquet in hand, a burst of serotonin tells her ‘yes, you can marry this girl. She caught the bouquet to marry you.’ And Jean realizes that she can marry the girl of her dreams, and she will.

‘Even in a dress that isn’t white, you look more like a bride to me than any woman in this room…’

EULA LAWRENCE

Eula never really liked weddings. From all the weddings she was forced to partake in as a child, they were always the same, stuffy, boring weddings that bored her to death and made her loathe such events whenever she were invited to one. Weddings to her were just an excuse for the Lawrence clan to gather up as one big group, and act like assholes once more until Eula couldn’t stand it. It’s come to the point where every time a wedding is even mentioned, Eula would flinch and think back to all the bratty adults she had to listen to while stuck at a table with barely edible food.

Though, this time the wedding she was invited to wasn’t as sufferable as she thought. For one, her clan wouldn’t be related to the event at all, and two, you were there; her loving and doting girlfriend that begged her to go as your date. And how could she not? After all, she did look quite attractive in formal wear. 

But you…you. You were another story. When you came out for Eula to pick you up she was beyond smitten. Barely able to get her words across as you laced your arms with hers and made your way to the carriage so that you could be taken to the wedding venue. Even then, Eula could not get a word out!

But she could now.

“The bride is honestly so beautiful. I think her dress was imported from Fontaine.” You pushed around one of the fancy looking dishes that you were served and turned to Eula for her opinion. “Do you think I could order a dress as good as that? Ah, but the shipping…I’d need to save more mora…”

“You do not need a dress to enhance your beauty.” Eula crossed her arms, almost appearing mad as she furrowed her brows. “Just being with me has always been a treasure.”

A beat of silence passes by and Eula quickly unfolds her arms. “H-However, if you want a dress from Fontaine I will gladly order it for you if you wish.” The higher pitch in her voice gave away her frenzied panic, and you couldn’t help but giggle in response.

“You’re always so sweet to me, Eula. So charming even when you’re being silly.”

“I am not being silly.”

She all but huffed that response like a steam engine about to explode, causing you to burst out into a fit of giggles and prod a tiny smirk onto the bluenette’s face. “Oh Eula, this is why I love you so.”

‘And I love you too.’

A bunch of screaming women cut your moment short as you both turned to see the ravenous swarm of desperate singles reaching to try and catch the bride’s bouquet, as she was standing far off to the side ready to launch the flowers in the air. Who would’ve thought that so many women were desperate to get married in Mondstadt? Apparently here was your answer.

‘Such a foolish tradition.’ Eula thought, frowning at the sight. ‘Letting a mere bouquet of flowers decide when you get married? How odd.’

“Ah, the bouquet toss!” You exclaimed joyfully, “I’ll be back my love, I want to join in on the festivities too!”

You ran off to join the crowd of desperate women and Eula couldn’t help but be surprised by your actions. Were you really going to engage in such an activity? Eula couldn’t help but be curious. 

You stood yourself in the far back and put your hands up adorably as you weren’t as ravenous as the other singles in the crowd. The other women fighting for their spot to shine, while you bounced on your heels for some extra height in order to strengthen your chances. Ouch, that was cute. Eula glanced at the wall to hide the overbearing smile stretching over her face. Too much for the knight to take. 

“It’s mine!” Several women called out. The bouquet bouncing along aggressive hands before making its way to the back and landing right into your hands. Holy Barbatos you did not expect that.  

“Woah—!” You stumbled with the bouquet for a second before holding it firmly in your arms. “I…I caught it! Eula, look! It landed!”

She turned to the sounds of your cheering and audibly gasped when she saw you running over with the bouquet in hand. Leaving a trail of sad, single women to disperse as you came home as the lucky champion of the evening. “It just crowd-surfed and landed in my hands! Isn’t that interesting? It’s almost like it’s fate!” 

Fate.

Eula stared at how excited you were to win such a tradition and watched as you plucked a flower from the bunch and held it out to her. “For my lady,” you joked in an over dramatic voice, bowing like a dame and presenting the rose as a gesture of romance. 

“All that for a flower,” Eula scoffed, though she took the flower from your hands and twirled it, a small smile reaching her lips. “Thank you, I will treasure it.” 

“Of course, it’s extra special since it’s from a bouquet I caught. Maybe it’s destined for us to get married next, hm?”

Although a playful little jab at the bluenette, Eula couldn’t help but wonder if the destiny was real. The way the bouquet bounced off the other hands and just landed in your arms was a bit odd in her eyes. Maybe it was just the fate of destiny that brought the bouquet to you. Who knows, perhaps Barbatos had blessed the winds to carry the bouquet towards you, gifting you with the reward of changing fate tonight. 

Eula’s cheeks flushed. But what would mean you and Eula would be getting married next! Marriage! As in wife and wife, officially together in legal documents and last names!

She turned to you and saw you playing idly with the roses plucked straight from the bouquet. Twirling the thorn-stripped stem in your hand before pinning the ornament behind your ear. ‘Beautiful.’ Eula thought. And for a second she forgot all her worries and wondered if a dress could enhance your beauty even more. A wedding dress.

‘Perhaps weddings aren’t too bad. As long as it’s a wedding between you and I.’

MONA MEGISTUS

Let’s be honest, Mona really only agreed to attend the wedding simply because she got to eat free fancy food. That, and it was also an excuse to have a free fancy dinner date with you, something she unfortunately bashes herself over as she’s not able to treat you to the fanciest places all the time. 

As snootish as Mona can be, she really beats herself up over not being the perfect girlfriend for you all the time. Sitting here with you at an expensive wedding with couples in their fancy clothes made her realize just how pathetic she really was when in comparison to the bride and groom. The fact that they could afford all of this, all the food, the decorations, the people, and look so content with themselves just made Mona feel as if she could never live up to those standards. I mean, how could you even love her when she couldn’t even afford basic roses? She couldn’t even treat you right, let alone love you properly.

Why do you even stay with her?

“Is something on your mind, my love?” You murmured out of concern.

“Hm? Oh, I was just marveling at the taste of this salad. The dressing is nothing like I’ve ever tasted.” You chuckled over her enthusiasm for salad. Mona always seemed to be some sort of salad connoisseur whenever you’d go out to eat, and her love for such a simple palette made her all the more cuter. “Is it really that good? I thought I made a pretty good salad at home.”

Mona rolled her eyes playfully and stabbed a piece of tomato. “Your salad is…on par. That is a compliment considering this was made by a professional chef.”

You feigned a look of hurt before giggling and going back to your meal. The loud sounds of songs and people dancing drowning out as all Mona could listen to was the sound of you enjoying yourself. You seemed so content, so at ease, and all Mona could think about was how to afford all of this if she wished to spend her future with you. 

And she really, really did.

“You keep staring at me with those wide, unblinking eyes.” You scrunched up your shoulders at the sight. “It’s creepy.”

“What? Am I not allowed to stare at my own girlfriend?” Mona scoffed dramatically. “I really thought loving you meant I could admire you for as much as I pleased. Can I not?”

“It’s just weird, you’ve never been so laser-focused on my face before.” You bashfully laughed. “Are you really okay? You seem so out of it this evening.”

“Of course I’m okay. I just like watching you.”

“That’s so creepy taken out of context.”

“I’m not creepy!”

Mona swatted at your arm and you couldn’t help but stifle your laughter as she tried so hard to defend her honor. Her cheeks mirroring that of a hamster’s as they puffed up like tiny balloons out of frustration. “Honestly, what did I even see in you back then? The stars are truly strange for pairing me up with you as my soulmate.”

“Sure, blame the stars for falling head over heels for me. Klee told me about how you’d pray to the stars every night that I was single.”

“I– buh– KLEE–!”

“Hah…Don’t be too hard on the girl, Mona. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have had the courage to confess to you.” You took note of the pink starting to glow on the astrologist’s ears. For someone so “high and mighty” as she so often claimed, she really couldn’t hide her own embarrassment well. “Come on, let’s lighten up a bit, Mona. We’re at a wedding, let’s go enjoy ourselves.” 

“...I suppose you’re right, darling.” Mona huffed. “Now, I believe I owe you a slow dance for–”

Suddenly a bouquet slammed itself into your head and landed right on top of your lap. The both of you shrieking like little girls as you had no idea what just happened until you fully registered what you were hit with.

“AAAAAAA wait wait–! Mona, stop screaming! It’s just the bride’s bouquet! Mona I’m okay don’t scream–!”

You lifted the bouquet of pink up to your face to show Mona and smiled charmingly with a facefull of flowers. “It’s just the bouquet Mona! Somehow I managed to catch it!” Mona was still shell-shocked to fully register that you were okay. “I caught it! I caught the bouquet with my face and I didn’t even try!”

Ignoring the depressed wails of the unlucky women who weren’t as lucky as you, you got out of your chair and went over to hug Mona, who was now finally starting to wake up from her daze. 

“Mona, do you know what this means?!”

“Huh? What–?”

“We can get married next!”

MARRIED?!

You squeezed Mona so hard she swears she saw the stars on the ceiling. Yet despite the bone-crushing hug you gave her all she could think about was that you caught the bouquet, and in Mondstadt traditions that meant that you were next in line to get married next. You while you were dating her.

‘Married? Y/N wants to get married next? With me? Why?!’ If Mona’s eyes could spin they would. Too overloaded with information to comprehend the thought. 

“How wonderful this is, it seems like we were blessed with fate huh?” You joked. Though, when it came to fate, Mona never joked around. “I can’t wait to potentially spend the rest of my life with you…”

The astrologist tensed up at your words before softening in your hold. You quickly kiss her forehead before running off to show your lucky surprise to your friends, leaving your girlfriend standing by your table in both shock and dumbstruck love for you. ‘She really wants to spend the rest of her life with me…’ Mona pondered, heart beating against her ribcage as she grasped the edge of the table for stability. “Hah, I was worried for nothing…”

She looked over at you flaunting your accidental bouquet catch to various guests and smiled as you seemed so happy with the implications of having such a lucky catch. The astrologist sitting back at your table and watching you quietly from afar just as she did back when she pined for you all those years ago.

‘I suppose I don’t need an expensive wedding to make you happy. Just us being there makes it worth a whole fortune.’

#mod angel 🎐 #jean gunnhildr x reader #genshin jean x reader #eula x reader #eula lawrence x reader #mona x reader #mona megistus x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin fluff

[shxnhes]

── 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃. ೃ꙳⊹

﹟diluc : eula : kaeya : jean : albedo : x gn!reader : cw children. after unexpectedly receiving a letter from a friend saying they wanted to travel the world alone, they decided to leave behind their child in your care while they go m.i.a until further notice, leaving you to raise the child with your lover. established relationship. not proof-read.

DILUC RAGNVINDR ೃ꙳⊹──

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ pursing his lips into a thin line, Diluc was quite conflicted on how to feel. on one hand, he had always wanted to start a family with you but was unsure how to approach the topic, but on the other, was this really alright? he watched as you cuddled the child, fingers running through the little girl’s hair as you helped her comb it and tie it up, smiling, oh such a dazzling smile that made his heart skip a beat, at the little girl who was now your’s. “all done!“ he heard you hum in satisfaction as you whispered in the ear of the child who happily nodded as she ran up to him with her eyes sparkling, clutching tightly onto his pant’s with her tiny little hands and grinning ear to ear. “do i look pwetty?” she asked oh so innocently that his previous concerns and worries about rushing into this melted away quickly, awkwardly responding but still trying his best. “you look extremely pretty,” he reassured as she nuzzled her face into his leg in joy while you sat up, joining them with your own little laugh and pressing a small kiss to his cheek. “and how do i look?” you joked, hand on the little girl’s shoulder as the other embraced him.

EULA LAWRENCE ೃ꙳⊹──

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “vengeance will be mine!” the little girl mimicked, puffing out her chest proudly as one of her hand laid on her hip, the other attempting to dust back her little cape reminiscent of your lover’s. chuckling, you take one look at your lover and then back at the little girl that evidently adored her and looked up to her, maybe even more than you did. “hmph,” the two stuck their heads to the side, leaving you to thank Blanche for the groceries and mouthing an apology to her. looking over at the little girl that peeked at her with shining eyes, Eula couldn’t believe that she was beginning to enjoy her presence. she vowed vengeance on your friend for leaving behind such an adorable child. taking the grocery bags from the table, the little girl copied her actions, picking up bags which were clearly too heavy without complaint as you thanked the two. “you’ve done well avenging the name of our clan,” she praised, both you and the little girl sharing a big grin with each other as your lover’s face turned red, huffing at the two of you for making a big deal and exchanging faces with each other.

KAEYA ALBERICH ೃ꙳⊹──

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you couldn’t help but smile as you tucked your boys underneath the blanket, brushing their hair away from their foreheads as you give both of them a chaste kiss on the forehead while putting the book away, making sure to bookmark it. although he tried not to show it, you knew Kaeya was nervous at the prospect of being a dad. he was always calm, collected, and teasing, but ever since you took in your friend’s child you’d seen a more fatherly side of him, even more than with Klee. you’d gone to work and let the two have a boys evening, only to come back to the two snuggling on the couch passed out with now slightly cold cookies in the kitchen and a mess for you to clean up. just as you were about to leave the living room, you feel a hand grab at your wrist, turning you around as your lover smiles sleepily. “going somewhere?” he asks as you find yourself pulled beside him, giving him another quick peck on the lips as the three of you cuddled and slept together.

JEAN GUNNHILDR ೃ꙳⊹──

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ peeking from behind the door, Jean felt a small pair of eyes staring at her but were too nervous to say anything. glancing up from her paperwork, she placed her pen down and smiled gently at the little boy that clearly wanted her attention but didn’t want to disturb her. “yes? come in,” hearing this the boy was startled but with your gentle nudging came in together with you, smiling. “go ahead,” you told the boy as you pat his head encouragingly. outstretching his little hands and tiptoeing to put the pretty basket full of baked goods on her desk, twiddling his thumbs as he looked to the floor. “we… we mwade these together for you since you’re always working so hward.” hearing this, your lover perked up as her eyes widened slightly as you cast her a knowing smile. “thank you very much, would you like to eat them together?” she asked as he nodded, relieved she liked it. every now and again, having a little family break weren’t too bad, especially with such a cute child and lover.

ALBEDO ೃ꙳⊹──

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “do you want to explain what happened?” you lightheartedly question, quirking a brow at the two in front of you. both your lover and your daughter were covered in paint, and what looked like stray blades of grass stuck to their clothes and hair. “papa and I made pretty drawings!” the girl cheerfully smiled, laughing at the memory, making you unconsciously smile as well. looking over at Albedo, you shake your head and hand him two towels to dry themselves off before going to fetch a spare set of clothes. “help me, pretty please papa?” the little girl asked as he gave a soft and gentle smile, wiping off the paint from her cheeks and picking out stray grass from her hair as she reciprocated, helping wipe his face off as best a child could. as the two exchanged soft laughs and conversation, you had no heart to interrupt and tell them to shower and change, residing yourself to merely watching the two cutely interact like real father and daughter until one of them would notice you’d returned.

© shxnhes ೃ꙳⊹── self-indulgent writing because i enjoy writing about kids and parental interactions more than a person should. might make a mondstat part two, or liyue part two, unsure as of now.

#genshin x reader #diluc x reader #genshin diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #eula x reader #genshin eula lawrence x reader #eula lawrence x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #jean x reader #genshin jean gunnhildr x reader #jean gunnhildr x reader #albedo x reader #genshin albedo x reader #genshin diluc #genshin eula #genshin kaeya #genshin jean #genshin albedo #✧​ೃ꙳⊹── 𝐒𝐇𝐗𝐍𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒. ‼︎

[pristine-rose]

need to know what your headcanons for kujou sara's hands please 🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻

…….. ur genius. why didnt i think of her. lemme add others too that i for some reason left out the first time

Hands

Part One . Part Two

⊹ characters : sara, jean, eula, shenhe

⊹ synopsis : genshin women fingers/hands hcs and drabbles

⊹ warnings : NSFW, fingering (all), oral (sara), slight worship (sara), guided masturbation (jean), slight praise (jean), overstimulation (eula & shenhe), sub reader (all but jean)

⊹ female reader (afab, she/her usage), not beta read

⊹ KUJOU SARA

Oh, the way she holds her bow. Her sword, too. She’s grown up learning how to wield these things, and so her hands are incredibly tough and defined from years of practice.

She tends to show desperation in her hands—in the way her rather defined knuckles curve out when she grips tightly on your skin. It shows her need. Her desire for you.

The general’s hands have endured in countless of battles, but they instead treat you like the manifestation of salvation.

Her hands—so sinful and filled with war—performed their prayer in the form of touching your body.

How blessed she must be. A general like her, so serious and so undeserving, yet gifted with the chance to worship you like this. Her fingers gripped your thighs so tightly, so much so that her knuckles and joints stressed from holding on. You felt the roughness of her fingers on your skin, holding you like she holds her bow, or like she holds the hilt of her sword.

In the same sense, your body is an art she fears to let go.

Her tongue slowly works wonders into you. And every little whimper that spills from your pretty lips has her gripping your thighs and pulling them closer to her. She pushes them against each side of her head, so that she may envelope all her senses to be filled with you, and only you.

“My lady,” she whispered breathlessly, pulling away from your heavenly core for just a moment. One of her hands twitched from desire, before she begged, “Please, may I—”

One little yank on her hair closer to your core was enough of an answer to dive in.

She let go of one of your thighs, her pointer finger quickly and almost shakily rubbing against your clit to collect its fluids. And then she plunged in without warning—her immediate fingering had you gasping, and she shivered from delight at the sound.

Her fingers relished your core like it was the last night she’d ever live, for war was all the general knew. But at least she’d get to indulge in your taste for another night before she goes.

⊹ JEAN GUNNHILDR

A bit nimble, though you can presume it’s from how long she has to hold a pen every day. Sometimes a bit shaky, too, especially after a long night of paperwork.

But her hands are still so toned from her skill with a sword. They look like that of a strong warrior, yet also of a tired desk-work woman all at the same time.

She has a nicely thin wrist to grab so you can guide her hands. They are skilled in fighting and in holding her pen, but they get shaky trying something new.

“Start reaching down for me, will you?”

She whimpered a bit at your words, too shy to start following them. Her hands were already kneading her own bare breasts, right under the mischievous gaze you presented her.

So ridiculously did she sit in her chair; yet so irresistibly adorable in your eyes. A wild blush painted her face as she followed your instructions on how to touch herself, though her hands were unskilled at such a feat. And that was why you were in front of her, telling her exactly how to move her shaking hands.

They were so pretty. They were beautifully built hands, though tainted with a few ink stains on her palms from her pen. Upon her hazy state, she whimpered at sudden contact—your own hand had dived to tightly grip at her small wrist. She found her breaths growing shallower as you snaked her shaking hand down her stomach, closer and closer to her core. Once you brushed her own two fingers against her clit, she squeaked.

“Now press on it,” you instructed her, and she gasped when she felt your breath hit her little bud. “Slide them up and down. You’ll do good for me, won’t you?”

Oh, how she was weak for your praise. So desperate to hear it—so desperate to learn just for you—she began to slide her fingers. A soft moan erupted from her lips, and her mind felt dazed when she saw your lips curl upwards.

“Adorable,” you whispered, before you took her fingers in your hold. She gasped as you inserted her own digits inside of her; the feeling was so foreign and so wet, but somehow your adoring eyes made her squirm in breathless delight. Her shy fingers looked so pretty buried inside of her, and the way you smiled said it all.

⊹ EULA LAWRENCE

They’re elegant and graceful, yet so strong at the same time—and she doesn’t even know it.

She moves her hands as practiced from growing up with the aristocrats, so it’s only natural she presents them so eloquently. But her hands have also learned to endure the heaviness of her greatsword, thus shaping her hands to look like a mixture of a princess and a warrior.

Because of this, she doesn’t know when she’s being too rough with her pretty hands. She’s too used to it by now, that she has no clue when her fingers are fucking you so hard.

“Quiet down, please.”

She utters this, because she doesn’t know how much she’s downright breaking you right now. She believes it’s a normal pace—slow, even—that she is fingering you in.

Slow, steady, and even. Her hands have been rougher with her greatsword; they’ve curled around the hilt so tightly before as she swings it around with the force of a strong fighter. They’ve gripped tightly like no other just to prove her own worth.

But you were no weapon, and she did not treat you like one. And yet here you were, sitting on her lap and crying out such indecencies like “‘s too fast, Eula!” and “please… not so rough.” She couldn’t understand; her fingers were pumping into you at a normal intensity in her books, though your body was squirming uncontrollably against her own.

In fact, she felt a little offended. Were you implying she was just too rough? Was she too much as a person? Did you want her to be more aristocratic?

She gritted her teeth right next to your ear. If you claimed such false things, then she will have her vengeance. Her fingers plunged into you deeper and harder than before, and this time she was actually trying to go rough. She hooked on your cunt the same way she hooks on to her hilt—tight and brutal.

You almost screamed out at every curl and every thrust she gave you, your body practically collapsing right on to her.

Good, she thought. If you cried rough, then she’ll show you what rough is.

⊹ SHENHE

So dainty yet so defined, fit for a warrior and a goddess. She grew up with the adepti—of course she has her own way of doing things.

Light blue painted. Some nails are really short, some are a bit longer, but nothing sharp. She keeps them at a short-ish height for best combat performance.

Untrained in the art of fingering, she likes testing all her fingers. And yes, she keeps her little hand glove on <3

Ahem.

“How does this one feel?” she muttered.

Four fingers splayed out on your inner thigh, meanwhile her thumb both plunged and rubbed inside of you. It almost felt like she was just doing this to experiment—which you honestly couldn’t doubt—instead of trying to pleasure you.

And perhaps, pleasuring you wasn’t her intention in the first place.

“Mm… good. It’s good,” you whimpered.

She made no verbal response, though from the corner of your eyes you swore you saw her head nod. The only real confirmation you got was when her thumb exited from your already soaking wet hole—she already tried all her fingers, with her thumb being the last one. And you’ve already came twice; once from her middle finger and now just from her thumb.

You thought she was done, or at least you hoped she was done. And so you let out a sudden moan when her pointer and middle finger suddenly plunged into you out of nowhere.

No slow slide, no warning—just straight in. You felt your walls pulsing to take both of them in, her hands feeling like magic inside of your already overstimulated mind.

“So it seems two fingers together gets more of a reaction out of you…” she observed. “I don’t… think I understand…”

She sounded confused, and if you weren’t pleasured out of your mind right now, you would’ve called her cute. In some sort of trial and error experiment, she slowly exited her fingers, then tried a different combination: her middle and her ring finger this time. You gasped once again from the full feeling; she seemed to take note of it.

“Hmm…” she thoughtfully hummed. “I guess I’ll just keep trying until I get it.”

you guysss this is making my hand obsession worse ☹️

#kujou sara x reader #shenhe x reader #eula x reader #jean gunhildr x reader #jean x reader #sara kujou x reader #eula lawrence x reader #genshin x reader #eula smut #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #kujou sara #jean gunnhildr #eula lawrence #shenhe

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

THE TRANSLATOR BANNED FROM EXISTENCE THE PART I TALK ABOUT OF THE EULA How about the class with prompt 6, with a reader who never shows emotions, and really no one knows, but he thinks everyone knows. And when he finds out that no one knew he is completely embarrassed and wants to stick his head in a Geovishap hole

The character is eula

“I know everyone knows at this point, so let’s just get this over with. I like you.”

characters: Eula x gn!reader

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: Thanks for the request, I hope this matches what you envisioned. But if you don't like it, feel free to tell me and I'll try again once I find the time and motivation.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Eula

You weren’t exactly prone to wear your emotions on your face, preferring to keep on your poker face whenever you could. And while Eula wasn’t too sure why exactly you were the way you were or when you started, she didn’t exactly feel like putting her nose in things that had nothing to do with her. You didn’t judge her, or at least did a good enough job to hide it if you did, and didn’t tell a soul about whatever her drunken self decided to ramble to you about. What more could she ask for?

Something seemed off today, although Eula couldn’t quite put her finger on it. When the two of you first met, telling which way you were feeling was an impossibility for her, and probably anyone else. Luckily however, the reconnaissance captain had turned into something of a you-whisperer since those days, her gut feeling turning out to be true most of the time. Sure, there were times where she was off by a high margin, but luckily enough you were tactful enough not to bring those occasions up.

Where was she again? Oh, right. Something was off about your behavior today, was it the way you subtly tensed up whenever you caught someone staring at the two of you, or how you conveniently always had the sudden urge to stare anywhere except her eyes when she would attempt to make eye contact.

Have you started a business and suddenly worried about your reputation or something? Or were you guilty over keeping a secret from her? Who knew, but whatever it was, Eula didn’t exactly like how it made her feel, and before she knew what she was doing, she had already opened her mouth to call out your name.

“I hope you know that you can tell me if there’s something bothering you”, Eula spoke, only to see you stop in your tracks for a moment, quickly giving her a nod, your attempt to shrug her comment off like there was nothing bothering you turning out to be surprisingly effective at annoying her. “Ignoring me won’t make your secret any less obvious”, she remarked once again, this time in a slightly different tone.

Only when you stopped once again, turning to her with a slightly nervous look, was it that Eula finally felt secure in her gut feeling of something being wrong, silently thanking whatever higher power felt inclined to listen to her for not adding another entry in the list of moments not to talk about.

“So you know…”, was all she heard you mumble to yourself before turning towards her fully. “I know everyone knows about it, so let’s just get this over with. I like you”, you stated, your slightly coloured cheeks resembling a blush… compared to your usual stone-face at least.

Or at least that was the case in the beginning, but once you saw Eula’s eyes widening in shock and realized that you two might have been talking about two completely different types of secrets, your face quickly heated up, only for you to wish for nothing more than to melt into the floor.

The next time you managed to get yourself to sneak a glance at Eula, she was opening and closing her mouth in search for anything to say, only slowly beginning to regain her composure, before scanning the environment for any onlookers, looking back to you once she found none.

“Are you serious?”, she eventually managed to get out a couple of words, only to continue once she saw you nod. 

“Alright, but you better don’t change your mind once you get one weird look from someone or I'll make sure to have my vengeance.”

#Just a simp's spring event #eula x reader #eula x you #eula x y/n #eula #eula lawrence #eula lawrence x reader

[ningguangsworld]

Requests

Requests that l am willing to make:

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Omegaverse

Cheating(only cheated reader o cheated character)

And any other request you make

Requests that l am NOT willing to make:

Gore

Yandere(sometimes)

Characters

Genshin impact

Jean, Lisa, Eula, Ningguang, Yelan, Beidou, Ganyu, Shenhe, Yae Miko, Raiden Ei, Dehya, Lynette, Navia, Clorinde, Arlecchino, Signora, Xianyun, The Zarina.

Honkai star rail

Stelle, Kafka, Himeko, Serval, Natasha, Bronya, Seele, Cocolia, Tingyun, Yukong, Jingliu, Black Saw, Acheron.

Path to nowhere

Female Chief, Hamel, Rahu, Zoya, Shalom, Langley, Cabernet, Chameleon, Raven.

Monster hunter stories 2

Ena, Avinia, Lilia, Kayna, kyle, Cheval.

Warrior cats

Bluestar, Mapleshade, Leafpool, Hollyleaf, Sandstorm.

Rwby

Ruby rose, Weiss schnee, Blake belladonna, Yang xiao long, Pyrrha nikos, Cinder fall, Winter schnee, Raven branwen, Summer rose, Willow schnee.

Hazbin hotel

Charlie morningstar, Vaggie, Angel dust, Lilith magne, Cherri bomb, carmila carmine, Emily.

Helluva boss

Loona, Millie, Octavia, Verosika, Beelzebud.

Avatar: The way of water

Neytiri, Ronal, Kiri, Tsireya.

Readers

Male!Reader

Female!Reader

Gn!Reader

Hibrid!Reader

And a small clarification on the requests for warrior cats o monster hunter l will ONLY do fluff or angst, since l don't feel comfortable doing smut.

#raiden ei x reader #ningguang x reader #yelan x reader #jean gunnhildr x reader #lisa minci x reader #eula lawrence x reader #eula x reader #ptn x reader #hsr x reader #genshin impact x reader #himeko x reader #kafka x reader #jingliu x reader #tingyun x reader #yukong x reader #hsr natasha x reader #hamel x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #Avatar the way of water x reader #warrior cats x reader #monster hunter stories 2 x reader

[yandere-daydreams]

Eula's never cared for the idea of marriage.

She's considered it, investigated the concept like a Fatui camp humanely liberated from its inhabits, weighed the benefits and drawbacks of flower arrangements and white lace and curling script on off-white parchment, but a lifetime of distancing herself from her noble heritage has soured her attitude to such needless frivolities, and she's always found herself more annoyed than endeared. Her work as a knight kept her busy enough. She didn't need romance or any of the wastefulness that came along with it.

She didn't care for romance, and yet, you managed to slip into her life regardless. You, with your melodic voice, with a smile bright enough to rival the sun and eyes that seem to warm the deepest recesses of her frigid soul. You seem to hold a certain fondness for the excess she's always attempted to avoid. You spend hours outside of the city's walls, picking wildflowers that will be bound with red ribbons and left on her windowsill just before sunset. You don't have much of an interest in swordplay or strategy, but you like watching her practice her forms, listening to tales of her exploits, anything that involves sitting by her side as she makes herself out to be more of a hero than she can genuinely say she is, at heart. You make her... soft, for lack of a more eloquent way to put it. You make her want to be more like you.

She tries, too. She does what little she can to return your affection, even as your attention begins to drift, even as her cold exterior begins to dampen your natural warmth. She leaves gifts on your windowsill, as you used to do with her, presents of silk ribbons and frost-preserved flowers, and when you're willing to listen, she attempts to explain her prolonged absences - the weeks she spends out in the wilderness, stalking her quarry, unable to contact anyone outside of her company. That only seems to upset you more, though, to drive you farther from her side. To make her into less of the hero you'd been hoping for, and more of the absentee lover you didn't wish you had.

She's never cared for the idea of marriage, but as she sits on the edge of her bed, your unclothed body tucked safely beneath her displaced sheets, she can envision herself warming to the notion of an eternal bond, of the assurance that you'll be waiting for her, safe and sound, whenever she strays farther than you can follow. She doesn't have rings, but the silver collar she's acquired for such an occasion shines just as brightly in the moonlight, and she'll have to make it up to you later on. It's not as if she won't have plenty of time. It's life until death, after all.

And she doesn't plan to let you slip away a moment sooner.

#woman loving wednesday #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #yandere genshin imagines #yandere eula lawrence #yandere eula #eula lawrence x reader #yanderecore #yancore

[torntoblivion]

taking drunk eula home

imagine taking eula home when she gets drunk in the tavern. eula had a pretty rough day; with mondstadt's people treating her poorly and working for hours with barely any breaks, she was exhausted and decided to treat herself in angel's share.

after a few hours, diluc spots eula passed out on the table and he asks charles to go find you so you can take eula home. diluc is one of the few people who is aware of your relationship with eula due to her preferring to keep her relationship private for the sake of you.

half an hour later, charles returns with you behind him as he gestures the table eula's passed out on. you quickly approach eula and can't help but smile at her state.

her cheeks are flushed pink, her mouth ajar with a tiny puddle of drool below, her makeup slightly smudged and her hair messed up.

shaking those thoughts, you gently nudged eula to wake her up as you called her name softly. eula groaned as her eyes fluttered open, a wide smile grew on her face as her eyes met yours.

you take her arm and pull her up but eula almost falls before you catch her; she wraps her arms around your neck and nuzzles her face into your neck, making your cheeks burn at her affectionate behavior.

eula is rarely this affectionate due to her inexperience and being shy, you can't say you don't enjoy this sudden affection though.

eula giggles as she plants soft kisses to your neck, making you shiver but you quickly clear your head; you wrap an arm around eula's waist, place her own am around your shoulders then take eula out of the tavern.

before you leave, you give a quick 'thank you' to diluc and charles who nod their heads and tell you to be careful.

as you're taking eula to her house, she's giggling and mumbling some stuff you can't quite catch yet. she also tried to kiss you again but you just told her that she can kiss you as many times as she wants when you get her home.

once you arrive at eula's house, she has gone silent and you can tell that she's a bit more sober now. as you're searching her for her keys, eula mumbles "thank you for taking care of me, y/n. i love you."

your cheeks burn once again as eula slackens in your arms, passing out once again. you smile at her sweet words, knowing she meant all of it. you kiss eula's head and whisper "i'm always here for you, i love you too." before unlocking the door.

#genshin impact #genshin impact hc #genshin impact hcs #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x y/n #genshin impact x you #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact headcanon #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact fanfictions #eula #eula lawrence #eula x you #eula x y/n #eula x reader #eula lawrence x reader #eula lawrence x you #eula lawrence x y/n #genshin impact fluff

[mccnstruck]

your icy heart (in the warmth of my hands)

characters: eula x gn!reader

tags: modern au, ice skater!eula, fluff, reader is shorter than eula, op thinks they might've found a new fav character to write 

a/n: this is for Ecrin de Literature’s holiday event !!!! as you can see my only reference for ice skating is yoi </3 i had sooo much joy writing this and fr i think i need to write more for eula !!! i want to wish everyone a happy holidays and take care of yourself this winter !! enjoy <3

She spun herself around, the ice creaking underneath the blades of her skates, and found the world to revolve around her. The sound of the routine she practiced all too well echoed through the empty ice rink; the harmony of an orchestra united; it sang for her.  

Standing next to the ice stood you, basking in the beauty of your love. She looked flawless, as if she had commanded the ice, commanded the people on the sidelines to look at her. In the bottom of your heart, you held a burning desire to keep the routine secret, to hide it in the abode of two lovers instead–a secret language spoken by the other. 

You hadn’t realized the slow end of the music, and only when Eula skated towards you did you notice how cold it was. 

“[ Name ]?”

You gasped at how her breath landed on your cold skin. 

“Eula! All done with your routine?”

 “Mhm. I needed to make sure this performance would be completed flawlessly. My apologies, for I had not tended to you beforehand.”

Your eyes crinkled, and you instead gave her a grateful smile. 

“Don’t worry about me, and don’t worry about your performance. You were perfect, my love.”

For a moment’s glance, you saw the yellow in her eyes glow before you found the pleasant surprise etched onto her face. 

“A routine must be perfected; that is what the art of ice deserves.”

She paused. 

“However… Thank you, dear.”

You took off your jacket and placed it on Eula’s shoulders, all while leaning up to kiss her cheek. 

“[ Name ]... I am used to the ice. You’re freezing; take your jacket.” 

In a comically ironic response to her remark, you felt a chill wrap around your shoulders and your teeth began to clatter. When Eula tried to shake the jacket off, you put your hands on her shoulders in refusal. 

“[ Name ],” Eula said. Her eyebrows creased, and her voice promised a stern lecture when you got home.

“Oh, shush. Let me take care of you.”

Despite the border separating you and Eula, your arms wrapped around her and you let your head find comfort underneath her chin. 

“Plus, I’m always warm around you.” 

Her eyebrows relaxed, and the lecture on her lips faded from her tongue. Had you leaned back, you would’ve found her lips to turn upwards. Instead, you felt her arms wrapped around yours and bruised, dry lips kiss the top of your head.

The snow blazed through the winds, leaving its mark on the roofs of warm homes. The wind whistled outside, leaving a warning to all. Yet you didn’t mind, for you were safe in Eula’s arms. 

Your wish for Eula’s routine to only be seen in your eyes would remain in the bottom of your heart. However, the way she tightened her hold around your waist, the way you were graced with her kiss, the way every upright spin was to enchant you… it was a mother language for two lovers’; a language that only you could understand how much she loved you. 

mccnstruck. do not plagerize or repost my works.

#eula x reader #🎄— joyeux noël: 2023 #eula lawrence x reader #genshin x reader #astronetwrk #eula x you #eula x gn!reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #recovered_literature_!

[ddarker-dreams]

Eula x Reader. Word count: 600. 

This is for an event hosted by @anantaru & @bluexiao​ 💖💖

Interacting with Eula Lawrence could be compared to crossing a frozen over lake. 

There’s a thrill in the risk — wondering if the next step you take will be your last. Will the ice hold up? Shall it crack and send you into a frigid abyss? Navigation requires skill, patience, and a little luck. Even then, success is never guaranteed. There is a key difference between the two, you’d argue. That is that success needn’t always be the goal. 

“Don’t push my buttons,” the way she huffs it is gentle, rather than a roaring winter gale. Still, you’d be wise to not think you won’t bend from its weight. 

Well... there’s being wise and then there’s being you. 

“Aren’t buttons meant to be pushed?” You retaliate, a cheeky little smile worming its way onto your face. That should be pretty good! Charming, if you dare say so yourself. That line has got to have a solid 80% success rate. 

She visibly grimaces and your confidence plummets. Not permanently, mind you, it’s more of a temporary thing while you regain your bearings. It’s like how people get sick and then feel better afterward. The uncalm before the storm, or however that phrase goes. 

“Had I not given my word to correct your... unsightly dancing, I’ll have you know that I would’ve left thirty minutes ago.” 

She’s huffing again! Seriously, who does that? She could at the very least click her tongue or roll her eyes. But no, you’re stuck with the oh so degrading hms and hmphs. You’re about to lament this treatment when she pulls you closer, one hand settling on your lower back, while the other intertwines your formally unoccupied hand. 

“Well, praise be to you for your charity, but I don’t think it’s that bad,” you endure further poking and prodding while she adjusts your ‘awful’ posture. How she never runs out of negative adjectives, you’ll never know. Your current hypothesis is that she studies them in the dictionary every night before she goes to bed. “I’ve done some waltzes in my time. At events for the Knights, anyway. They call me the Phantom of The Dance Floor.” 

Following this bold declaration that’d rival a town crier, you step on her foot. For the tenth time. Or twentieth. Honestly, you lost count. 

“This is unbelievable, a travesty, a nightmare...!“ 

(See what you mean about the whole negative adjective thing?) 

“Woah, slow down, you’ll make me cry,” you plead. Surprisingly, she does put an end to her slew of insults upon hearing this. Heh, heh. What a softie. Frustration apparently mounting to a point she can no longer withstand, she releases you, stepping back and crossing her arms over her chest. Then glaring at you. And huffing again. The whole ensemble. 

“From this day forward, we meet here daily. No excuses. First when the sun rises, next when it sets. I will enact vengeance of the most prolific kind should you be a second late!“ 

And like that, she pivots on her heel, not exactly stomping off but lacking her usual refined gait. You run after her to ask for clarification on gauging the time based off the sun’s position in the sky. 

Elsewhere, a curious Venti happens upon Kaeya, who’s been observing the scene since it began to unfold. 

“Why’s the Phantom of The Dance Floor taking lessons?” Venti queries. 

Kaeya hums, amusement gleaming in his eye. “I think [First] might have an ulterior motive or two.” 

“Ohhh. You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you? Ehe.” 

“Hm?” 

“Huh?” 

All in all, it’s just another typical day in Mondstadt. 

#listen i love the mondstadt squad they're all such dorks #eula x reader #eula lawrence x reader #genshin impact x reader #bloru.sweetnspice #my stuff

[sumeru-academy]

Watermelon sugar.

synopsis: eating watermelon with them on a hot summer day. (drabbles)

character(s): shenhe, ganyu, eula, yae. (seperate)

warning(s): watermelon if you’re afraid of it, self consciousness about eating (ganyu), suggestive flirting (yae).

note(s): female reader, no use of y/n.

p.s: i hate the song but I literally had no other names to call this.

—mod angel 🎐

SHENHE

Shenhe isn’t used to having such flavorful fruit in the mountains, but after having her first taste of watermelon, her reaction to it is nothing short of adorable. Her eyes got so wide and her chewing got so much faster. Tasting this newfound flavor since all she was used to were herbs and strange vegetation growing up. 

“How strange. The liquid coming out of the flesh is very flavorful and refreshing. What is this fruit called again?” She can’t stop eating. It’s so good and it shows. Shenhe just shoves slice after slice into her mouth and her little chewing noises are so cute it’s just ‘munch munch munch’ with the most deadpan yet somewhat intrigued expression you’ve ever seen her make.

She won’t even talk much now that she’s stuffing her mouth with watermelon, and your conversations over the summer mostly consist of you talking and Shenhe’s quiet munching. (She sounds like a gerbil)

“Enjoying yourself there?” You’d tease as Shenhe stares intriguingly at the flesh of the fruit. Prodding it with a fork as she examines the juices gushing out with the curiosity matched of a toddler. “It kind of bleeds out like real human flesh. Fascinating. Do the people of Liyue really eat this?”

Ignoring her strange comment on comparing watermelon to human flesh, you just smiled and raised a triangle of melon to her lips. “Mhm, it’s really good. I’m sure you’d like it, Shenhe. Way better than the bitter herbs you’d always eat,” you stuck your tongue out playfully at the notion and chuckled when Shenhe shook her head. 

“It isn’t all that bad. Besides, this fruit comes from the ground just like herbs. So surely the taste must be–”

And then you nudged the slice gently into her mouth, causing your girlfriend’s eyes to widen because holy cannoli the taste was just astounding. “Hm, like it?” you grinned, watching as Shenhe’s eyes practically lit up the more she chewed. 

She didn’t answer your question. But by judging how much watermelon she stuffed into her cheeks, you could only assume that she loved it. 

GANYU

Whenever you cut up some watermelon for you and Ganyu, she’d always end up with a mess on her face. She just can’t help it! Whenever she is given a slice she just smushes her face into it and chews away like a little hamster. 

Once all its innards are cleaned out, she pops her head back up and oh archons her face is an absolute mess. Which causes you to chuckle and dab at her face with a wet napkin going “it’s okay darling, you look adorable” and she’d just blush out of embarrassment because you’re always doing this to her and she can’t help but get shy. (She’s also a bit self conscious about how she eats in front of others but you always assure her that you love her regardless <33)

Sometimes you’d kiss the sweet juice off her lips and that’d cause her to go really red. Hiding her face under a slice of watermelon because it’s also red and she prays you think her blush is just the juice. (You do not)

“Ah, you’re always so messy…” you’d smile, dabbing at your wife’s lips with a napkin everytime she took a bite. The juice of the fruit would always messily run down her chin due to how much she enjoyed it, and it would always fluster her to no end whenever you’d dote on her lovingly.

“I-I’m sorry! I wasn’t trying to be messy…” Ganyu would mumble, gasping when you squeezed her cheeks with the napkin. “Mm, don’t be. I enjoy watching you happy whilst eating. You’re always conscious about how and how much you eat but as long as you're happy and healthy, I don’t mind one bit.”

Dabbing a little at her other cheeks, you flinched when you saw Ganyu tear up a little. Suddenly backtracking on everything you said and waving your hands around in a panic. 

“Ah, what’s wrong? I’m sorry if I said something weird, please don’t cry! I love you!”

“Ah, no no I’m not sad! I’m just…” Ganyu wiped away her teary eyes, “I’m just really glad I married you. You’re always so sweet to me even when I feel unflattering.”

“Well, I don’t think you’re unflattering,” you smiled and kissed the remaining watermelon juice off her lips, “In fact I find you stunning right in this very moment.”

And she believed every word.

EULA LAWRENCE

Eula 100% has no tolerance for how messy the fruit is. She hates how it gets all over her hands and mouth and practically needs you to feed it to her. Dicing up the slices into more breakable parts so that Eula can be the sophisticated lady that she is and eat with a fork and bowl. 

“Want me to feed you too?” you’d tease, watching her cheeks tint with the slightest bit of pink. “As utterly foolish as that sounds, I would not mind it, hmpf.” 

And she crosses her arms pretending to be annoyed but in reality her heart just THROBS when you feed her. Savoring the taste of the sweet fruit and enjoying the loving look in your eyes as you stare at her. 

“What. Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Can I feed you?”

“Absolutely not. We are in a public domain and–” you stuck your lip out in feigned sadness, “And…yes. You may feed me.” Eula sighed at the embarrassing agreement and shyly inched her chair closer to yours. Cursing herself for being so utterly weak against your adorable shenanigans. 

“Stop acting like you hate it. You know you love being pampered like this.”

“Only from my fiancé shall I accept,” she huffed dramatically, the teensiest bit of pink making its way onto her face as you pushed a slice of watermelon to her lips. “D’aww, is the noble Eula Lawrence getting embarrassed over being spoiled? Oh how cute~!”

Aaaand that was the last straw. 

“Tch, how dare you belittle me! I shall enact my vengeance as your future wife and embarrass you tenfold! Come here right now--”

And through the sounds of your muted laughter and protests of denial, Eula couldn’t help but smile as the two of you tried to shove watermelon pieces into each other’s mouths in an effort to embarrass one another. An adorable feat that even the ice queen herself couldn’t help but chuckle at. 

YAE MIKO

Somehow, someway, Miko can turn something as simple as eating watermelon into a teasing game for the both of you. She’d cut up the fruit into little, bite-sized cubes and hold the shape in between her canines, tapping your shoulder and ‘innocently’ asking you if she could feed you.

The offer was just so, so tempting, but the moment your lips brushed up against the cold fruit, Miko “drops” the piece and pecks your lips instead, snickering when she sees your face fall as if you would’ve rather kissed the watermelon.

“Now wasn’t that much sweeter?” She’d grin coyly. “I think I’d rather have smooched the watermelon,” you’d tease, causing Miko to smack you with her tail. 

“Miko! What a waste of watermelon...” you’d pout, staring at the discarded piece of fruit after the guuji had tried to kiss you with it as a lure. 

“Oh please, I’m sure my lips were much more sweeter than that. Don’t tell me you’d actually prefer kissing the watermelon...” her voice was teasing, but the look on your face caused it to falter. “What? Are you serious?” her face looked absolutely crestfallen. 

“Mm...sorry darling, but I don’t think your lips could ever top such a sweet and delicious fruit...” you silently smirked to yourself, watching as Miko’s ears flared back in pettiness. “Ohhhh, just you wait you cheeky girl, when I get my hands on you--”

“If you get your hands on me,” you fired back, grinning and jabbing at the kitsune’s face with a slice, “But until then, as long as we’re out here enjoying the sun, I think I’ll just make out with the watermelon instead.”

You chuckled to yourself seeing pure Electro energy crackle around Miko in a jealous rage. You had never thought that there would be a day where Miko of all people, would be jealous over a fruit stealing your attention. 

“Fine then, be that way,” she scoffed, pretending to pay no mind as the two of you continued to enjoy your little dessert. “But I’ll show you soon enough, just how sweet a kitsune’s lips could be...”

#mod angel 🎐 #yae x reader #shenhe x reader #ganyu x reader #eula x reader #yae miko x reader #eula lawrence x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Hiya! Hope you’re doin well!

Can we get Eula with an s/o who absolutely refuses to do anything but spoil her? No matter what she is doing, they are by her side with a gift or a hug or just plain doing her job for her

Eula with a reader that spoils her all the time

characters: Eula x gn!reader

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: Eula is cute, Eula is life.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Eula

Eula was far from having any money problems, with the knights paying her pretty well and her funds she managed to build up over the years there was no need for her to worry about starving anytime soon.

So seeing you insist on paying for every meal or buying her gifts whenever possible didn’t exactly sit right with her, was it because the thought of you thinking she needed someone to pay for her slightly stinged her ego or simply because she didn’t want you to spend any more money on her, especially since you always somehow managed to weasel your way out of sharing the bill or being compensated no matter how hard she tried.

What it took to refuse you was determination and focus, skills that she had acquired tenfold during her work for the knights in dragonspine, but while she ought to have succeeded by now, you never failed to completely overwhelm her, causing the former aristocrat to simply give up instead of risking making a fool out of herself by trying to say anything.

“Oh! Eula!”, the aforementioned woman halted her steps the moment the sound of a familiar voice calling out to her rang in her ear, quickly turning around only to see you running towards her as fast as you could, causing her to start worrying something bad might have happened. But just as she started to worry, you threw your arms around her neck and hugged her with the enthusiasm of someone just winning a prestigious tournament.

“Is something the matter?”, Eula asked, feeling herself tensing up at the sudden public affection. One side of her wanted to push you away before reprimanding you about acting with her in such a way in public, only for it to be drowned out by the part of her brain scrambling to find the right words to say without completely losing her composure.

“You won’t believe what I managed to buy!”, you excitedly told her, only to pull out a small box before even leaving her a chance at guessing, opening it to reveal a ring.

You went on to ramble happily, Eula could see your mouth moving, your arms moving along your words and you nearly jumping in excitement, but none of your words were processed by her, the former aristocrat instead deep in thought, not sure if this was just another one of your gifts or something more, one side of her feeling nothing but excitement and happiness at the thought of it, the other something more akin to dread. It took you sliding the ring onto one of her fingers for her to finally snap back to reality, opening her mouth before she even had the chance to think about what to say.

“W-wait, won’t even wait for my answe-”, Eula stopped herself the moment she heard her voice crack, even slightly, her face growing even redder as embarrassment mixed with all of her other reactions, only for her to continue trying to get an answer out in time “I- wai- yes!”

What followed was silence, and as she finally reopened her eyes, having shut them tight just a few moments before, she was met with a slightly confused expression from you, causing her to get irritated as well.

“Answer?”, you asked, not being able to grasp what she meant, only for your face to light up a few seconds later, “No no, don’t worry, you don’t have to compensate me. I wouldn’t buy you such things if I didn’t have enough money to spare”, you frantically stated, causing Eula to finally realize her mistake, her face burning up in embarrassment as soon as she did, only for her to look down and fidget with the ring, murmuring a few words all too familiar to you while trying to think of what else to do.

“I will have vengeance.”

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