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#genshin impact x reader
glazelilyy · a day ago
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drunken words are sober thoughts
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pairings (separately!)- diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich x gender neutral reader
word count - 5411
genre - hurt/comfort, angst
format - drabbles
warnings - very self deprecating thoughts in kaeya's, heavy alcohol consumption, drunken behavior, vomiting, crying, removal of some clothes (no sexual implications whatsoever), skinship
summary - after separating from you, whether it was on amicable or less than amicable terms, he finds himself crawling back to you in a drunken stupor and hoping that you'd take him into your arms again, and you know that you've missed him just as much
a/n - i haven't noticed how much i incorporate drinking into my writing despite never having tasted a drop of alcohol before myself :P i'll stick with my apple juice for now, but wooo pain! (i might make a part two to this [either continuing these drabbles or using new characters], but i'm not quite sure yet hehe :P) hope you enjoy!
disclaimer - i want to note that no one should ever make you feel as though you have to take them back, regardless of if they're drunk or not. you have your own pride that needs to be maintained and respected and that should always come first!
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the weight of the alcohol pressed heavy against his tongue.
whether that odd feeling was foreign or not, he didn't particularly care. all that mattered was the mind numbing sensation that the sweet, amber liquid brought with it.
the bar's air felt dense around his tight knit shoulders, wound from days of ceding to the overwhelming thoughts that anchored his shipwreck of a brain down to grainy, pudgy sands that drew him further underground. the thoughts that weighed the heaviest were of you: your laughter, your vivid and radiant smile, the tinges of mirth that lined each of your teasing remarks or genuine compliments, the sheer, honey-like warmth of your love. but, most of all, he remembers the end, and it's an end that saddened him in ways he never thought possible.
how he longed to pick up a feathery quill and rewrite the end of the passage; a new ending in which there is no ending, where he never left you standing alone, or pushed you past your limits far off the edge of any stony cliff. a continuation, where you'd be wrapped up in his love and warmth and one in which he'd wrangle down any stars that should catch your eye.
but he knew better than to force your hand and play pity on a drunken fool. he knew this and yet his unsteady feet had enabled the memories lined within his muscles to carry him out of the bar's doors and on the familiar path to your house.
moonlight bathed his sunken form in an ethereal glow, and yet he's never felt so far from angelic. the claws of regret had sunken their sharp, crimson talons into the soft, fleshy bits of his skin and he welcomed with open arms repentance for his words, said or unsaid, and his actions, committed or not.
before he knew it, his bleary eyes found purchase scrambling for semblance at the familiar foot of your door and though the small, rational part of his brain knew that no part of him was worthy to stretch his hand out to meet you in the middle again, the alcohol that blurred lines between the grooves of his brain allowed just this once for the id to overtake the ego just as his knuckles fell quietly against the thick wood of your door.
character-specific drabbles utc!
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diluc could never handle his alcohol well. a single glass of red wine would have him slumped over in a corner somewhere, sleepy smile on his face and cheeks flushed a pretty, lush crimson to match his firey locks. it was largely the reason he avoided the shrill taste of the very same liquid poison he'd brew for others.
the single memory of a drunken diluc was one you were sure to never forget, which is why you came to the conclusion that you had been so caught up in your reminiscing that the subject of your thoughts had appeared at your doorsteps in a hallucination. surely this diluc, whose eyes drooped with an invisible weight and whose cheeks were flushed a familiar yet unfamiliar pretty pink, wasn't the master diluc who avoided alcohol like the plague, surely not, right?
his body slumped to the side, seeking the wooden doorway as a brace for his sagging body to lean on. still clad in his day clothes, he appeared completely fine if not for the flush of his face, the midnight crescents under his ruby eyes, and the sag of his usually kept ponytail; the ribbon dangled loosely over his shoulder from whatever wild locks it managed to contain within its grasps. his breaths were heavy in his throat and though his eyes threatened to shut firm, the peeps of striking red peered back at you with an undeniable flame that it seemed not even he could quench.
"diluc?" curious were your eyes that searched for meaning within his. his lips parted to respond but his body timbered forwards like a lumbering tree before a single word could slip by. your arms braced for just a moment before the weight of his body pooled into your grip.
your feelings swirled in tsunamis all around your mind and heart, yet you didn't have the will to leave him all by his lonesome on your doorstep even if you no longer adorned the title of his lover. though you couldn't deny the obvious biting thoughts that ate away at you: just what was he doing at your doorstep of all places?
with heavy grunts and labored breaths, you slung his arm over your shoulder and led him to a nearby couch where he all but collapsed, face smushed like a child's into the cushiony pillows. you snorted halfheartedly; diluc was always a sleepy drunk, but the light in his eyes told you that his mind was desperately fighting against the urge to slip into that comfortable, dark oblivion of sleep.
just as your legs moved to shut the front door, the warmth of his hand encircled your wrist and halted your movements.
"stay..." he slurred as he shifted his face outwards from the soft fabric of the pillow to peer up at you with pleading, ruby red eyes that glimmered with an unknowing emotion and flickered the colors of fireworks illuminated by the crackling fireplace.
your heart twisted and turned in the cavity of your chest at his words and you felt compelled to melt under his gaze and travel back in time when you were known as "my love" to him instead of simply just "(y/n)".
"i'm just going to close the door and get you something to drink, i'll be right back." you cooed just above a whisper and did your damndest to ignore the muffled whine he let out as his fingers left the softness of your wrist.
after shutting the front door and pouring some crisp, cool water into a tall glass, you found yourself crouched in front of his drowsy face, eyes still persistently open despite the obvious dark circles that hung from his beautiful eyes and the fan of alcohol on his breath.
the glass hovered in front of his face momentarily before he understood the silent cue and pushed himself up on wobbly arms away from the warmth of the couch.
"careful-!" you warn, rushing to support his body with your strength just as he was about to plummet back down into the fabric of the couch.
with your help, you manage to get him sitting upright and held the glass to his chapped lips, ushering him with gentle childes to take careful sips. despite not having touched him in so long, your hand moved instinctively to rub gentle circles along the small of his back as the water ran down his throat in rivers.
the silence that had once been lingering now remained a threat in your ears that pounded and vibrated with every one of his shaky breaths. your heart caught itself somewhere along the thin line of your throat as you fully processed that diluc was here again. it had only been a short while since you parted ways and thought the parting was amicable and civil (much too civil to the point where it felt like a business deal in your mind), the pain that lingered in your heart in the aftermath had never subsided and seemed to pulse and shake violently when his head drooped to the side and landed on your shoulder.
diluc, on the other hand, could barely form a coherent thought. he'd been drinking heavily after shutting himself in his office for the day and flitting through paperwork to ease the gnawing sensation that grappled his stomach with every thought of how distraught you looked when he suggested to stop seeing each other. but what else was he to do? for a man crystallized in amber, stuck in the past with no way out, his heart had been pierced by every attempt of yours to convince him that he was worthy of love, and loving. a man who had tried so hard to part the seas of his schedule for even a sliver of a moment with you, he realized he had failed the minute he came home one late night to hear your hushed cries of sorrow from beyond his bedroom door.
no, he truly didn't deserve someone as kind and patient as you, and so he let you go with a heavy heart. "this is what's best for them," he told himself as he helped you pack your things and gave all of his handkerchiefs for you to wipe your eyes and blow your nose with. he'd never let you see the rivulets of tears that poured from his eyes the minute your figure disappeared beyond the horizon, far away from his neglectful touch.
and so he found himself hunched over at angel's share's counter with an empty stomach that soon began to fill with the vile poison he so bitterly hated. yet alcohol was the only thing that numbed the gnawing in his stomach and placated the wolves in his heart. even with the tingles that spread throughout his body, he still found himself right back where he started.
diluc's warm breath mumbled out a string of incoherent words against the skin of your collarbone just as a strand of his thick locks fell in front of his face. against all your will your fingers tenderly tucked the loose strand behind his ear and lifted his chin so his eyes connected with yours. if he leaned any closer, he'd taste the familiar saccharine drop of your lips.
"why are you here?" you asked, voice feathery and lighter than air.
you'd never seen diluc shed a tear, exactly how he'd prefer it to be. but upon the well of his eyes at your seemingly innocent question, he knew he could hide his tears from you no longer. the dam had broken and given way to reveal the soft, fleshy part of his heart that he had concealed with iron cages and bars so long ago. the first of his tears streaked downwards and slipped off from the tip of his nose before a barrage followed and his rivers expanded into oceans of sorrow and regret.
there was no denying the hurt that diluc had put you through, and yet the love for him that you had set aside, carefully wrapped in a simple red box and tied with a shimmering, golden bow, had begun to unravel with every sob and muffled cry, or wordless grip of your clothes from your former lover. the guilty monster in him began to wrangle and push against the contraction of his stomach and hissed as your arms wordlessly came around his shaking body, and held him close against your aching heart.
"y-your kindness...i-i'm not w-worthy of it..." his feeble voice laced with emotion stammered out, face hidden in the crook of your neck like a small child as he hiccupped the last of his sobs into your skin.
"i know you're drunk, but don't say such nonsense," you gently chide him and smooth over his ruffled locks with gentle motions, "whether it be from me or anyone else, you're always deserving of kindness, diluc."
a sparking sensation erupted from the spot in his hair where your fingers had been and sent tingles throughout his body. though his mind had wandered on late nights, it never truly hit: how much he missed you. your warm laugh doused in sugar, your kind touch and gentle words, and the soft feel of your lips on his. how he missed you, all of you, so much.
" 'm sorry...for pushin' you away...not...being there...for...you."
you'd never expected to hear the very words you'd longed for from the man who still had you wrapped around his pinky. his choked words were hardly a resemblance of the man who seemed so devoid of emotion when he severed ties and cut down your title as his lover in the most business-like manner. yet even with his shortcomings and the time that had passed since you parted ways, you never truly moved on.
"we can talk about this in the morning, okay?" you hummed despite the burning sensation that pierced your eyes crinkled in mirth. you'd long since caged the tears from your parting behind thick, concrete dams that you prayed he'd never bear witness too, but it seemed that prayer was in vain upon the first streaks of tears that cascaded down your face.
he cradled your words like a newborn baby; his actions truly weren't alright in his mind and yet you so warmly opened your arms to him despite all he'd done to you. you were willing to give him a chance and that was all he needed.
"come on," you sniffed and dragged the soft sleeve of your shirt against the back of your watered eyes, "let's get you more comfortable." you rose from the couch and crouched in front of him to rid him of his boots in an attempt to get him more comfortable.
but his tears seemed to be ceaseless and your gentle, feather light touch brought to light how ungrateful, neglectful, emotionless he'd been. with each boot you removed, another memory of your sullen face contrasted with your beautiful smile would pop into his head and he'd find himself at a loss for words. your hands shed him of his thick coat and slid the tight, dark grey vest from off of his torso.
through bleary eyes masked with salty tears, your fingers wrapped around the charcoal, silk ribbon in his hair and with only a very light tug, his crimson locks came undone and fell in waterfalls upon his shoulder and in front of his flushed face. his hair still felt as soft and downy as the underbelly of a baby bird; bouncy and fluffy, you were met with little resistance when your fingers carded through his locks.
with every single one of your warm touches, he felt himself succumb to the ache that you were no longer his, even if you looked at him and treated him as though you were.
"(y/n)." he croaked out in a hoarse whisper, hand outstretched to you as if you'd fade from his drooping eyes should he take them off you for even the slightest moment.
you managed a weak smile and set his boots and coat aside to focus your attention on him. "yes?"
he was so sleepy, so tired, but he begged for even just a minute more of consciousness as he fought against the invisible weight that pressed down against his eyelids. he leaned forwards and gently took your hand within both of his and captured your gaze within his own like a moth to a glimmering flame.
"i will w-win your....love....again...i-i want to...be worthy of you...and your love." his words came out clumsy and slurred but they resonated in the chambers of your ears clear as the sharp string of a violin.
his hands felt like the burning walls of a furnace and seemed to hum with vigor and passion that you hadn't seen spark in his lovely eyes for what seemed like a millennia. your hearted swelled two sizes too big for the small confines of your chest as your free hand overlapped his and bathed him in the warmth of your light.
relief coursed through his veins and let loose the buckles and restraints that had been keeping him upright. diluc succumbed to the warm embrace of unconsciousness and slumped forwards, where your arms were waiting: ready for him for fall into your embrace and win back a heart that already belonged to him.
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it took a lot to get kaeya inebriated to the point where his words began to stitch together and his charming persona would wither away into quietness and solemnity. it was the very reason why he'd drink until only his feelings were numb and mind fuzzy with the sweet taste of bliss; too much, and he'd fall into an abyss where his thoughts would consume him and leave him feeling like a shriveling, cold shell of himself (and that was never good for gathering information, now was it?)
it took a lot to get kaeya inebriated, which is why you found yourself at a loss for words when you opened the door and came face-to-face first with the unmistakable waft of alcohol, then the empty, sullen look on the infamous captain's face. you knew how well kaeya could handle his alcohol; a few bottles of dandelion wine and he'd be standing upright and conscious enough to be able to beat even diluc at chess.
but the kaeya who stood in front of you wobbled on his two feet, arms gripped onto the wood of the doorframe in an attempt to stay upright. no flirty one-liners or charming remarks in hand, his visible eye found yours and seemed to communicate with the bitter silence and only the faint chirp of crickets in the dead of night.
"kaeya? why are you here?"
he couldn't answer your questions even if he wanted to. that stubborn part of himself that mangled around the cages of his heart wouldn't allow you to know the turmoil he'd dogged himself through: the thick layer of mud he willingly jumped into as penance for what he'd done to you. his beautiful, crystal eye trained itself numbly on breach between the warmth of your home and the frigid cold of the outside. he was now exactly that: an outsider, and the one to blame was himself.
"...didn't know where else to go." was all he offered in a voice that sounded like it had sailed far away from his reach.
the anger you held towards him had simmered down to sorrow and a small, pulsating core of regret. your break up had been rotten and fueled by stress and arguments, and though it hurt to recall the names he had spewed at you from the very same lips you kissed good morning and good night each day, the words you had said in retaliation turned the contents of your stomach upside down.
but the threat of such an argument seemed not to be present when kaeya appeared to be less of himself than he usually was. an empty husk, a cold, void of nothingness, he allowed you to lead him by the arm inside and watched as you locked the door.
"come here, sit. you need to sober up." you ordered, trying to keep the waver in your voice from surfacing as you brushed past him and pulled out a chair from your dining table.
his wobbling legs found their way to their seat, praising relief once he plummeted downwards and found solace on the chair. you hastily swiped away at the budding tears that had found their way to poke and prod at your eyes as you hovered over your sink and waited for the glass to fill with water. your mind drifted to his face, devoid of emotion or any semblance of the kaeya you knew you loved so much. his eyes had dulled to a faint mauve instead of the lovely, vivid lilac he usually sported. so lost in your thoughts, you watched over and over again as the water spilled over the rim of the glass and floated downwards along the sides while your mind enveloped itself in a flurry of thoughts.
tossing your feelings aside, you emptied a bit of the water and turned the tap off before turning around and setting the glass in front of him.
"here, drink some." you ushered with a warbled tremor in your voice.
kaeya stared blankly at the tall glass of water as if it were a foreign object that his eye could not perceive. he limply looked up to you with his lidded eye and an expression that you couldn't quite place, though if you tried you'd guess..."confused", would be the first thing that comes to mind. you had forgotten: he often became quite disoriented when heavily drunk, and yet despite this his feet had carried himself all the way to your door for a purpose, right?
you shoved the thought aside and pulled up a chair to sit beside him, taking the glass into your hand and bracing the back of his head with your other hand as you gently tipped the glass towards his lips. kaeya swallowed generously before tapping your forearm twice, signaling you to yield your pursuit of his hydration.
he couldn't bear to look you in the eye, not with the guilty swarms of black ooze that engulfed him and swallowed him whole, nor the tendrils of regret and self resentment that saw that he'd never see the light of day again.
he'd been playing the day he left you over and over again in his head, wondering why he just had to succumb to the monsters that raged wars in his stomach and spew such dirty lies to your face. he didn't care that you called him a "selfish bastard" or "lying prick", because to him such words were of the utmost truth. selfish bastard, lying prick, selfish prick, lying bastard, they were all so true in his head. you deserved much more than he could ever offer, because what could he ever truly offer to you? his raging alcoholism? the wealth he didn't have? a chance at stability? to him, he was worth nothing, nothing at all.
"hey," you started, dipping your head a little to make eye contact with him, "talk to me."
he hadn't realized his body was unconsciously shriveling in on itself until he registered the dip of your head and the slight dangle of your shirt.
kaeya, devoid of his usual layers of charm, seemed little more than a confused child whose eye had lost its sparkle of mirth and cunningness. you hesitantly placed your hand over his and silently urged him to talk.
he opened his mouth to say something, anything that would give him even a sliver of a chance at winning your love back, but instead what resurfaced was a bout of black slime and ooze that had been swimming in his stomach from the moment he screamed those vile words and left you standing alone. he gagged on the vile air and hurriedly stumbled from the chair, rushing to where he remembered the bathroom to be.
all of himself came out in heaves just as his knees hit the tile of the bathroom. the ceramic bowl began to fill with all of his regrets and the liquid poison he'd willingly swallowed as penance for his sins. he knew so well that he deserved every bit of this pain; there was no room within himself for compassion or love, only destruction and suffering.
but even as he spewed out his insides, he felt the softness of your hand rub circles into his back and your other hand push aside his cerulean locks from the carnage. such simple gestures had his heart swollen and bursting and it was enough to smash through the glass panes of the dams behind his eyes. tears streamed down his face as he choked on his heaves and sobs, fingers gripping the rim of the toilet seat as if he'd fade away into nothing if he let go.
your heart twisted and contorted as you watched him slump forwards, exhausted and empty in mind, body, and soul. the toilet flushed downwards with his innards, bidding him goodbye yet remaining embedded deep within his heart.
"oh kaeya..." you mumbled and scooped him into your arms. you knew you couldn't stay mad at him for long, and with how his clumsy feet had found their way to your door, you knew his anger had all but dissipated as well. you planted a soft kiss on the crown of his hair and wiped away the sweat from his brow and the tears from his eye.
"let's get you cleaned up, okay?" he had no strength to respond, but the slight nod of his head was all you needed. you asked him once more if you could remove his clothes, to which he once again gave a limp nod and watched through bleary eyes as you peeled away each layer, each buckle and each belt of his clothes. his periwinkle cape and dust matted scarf found their way into a corner of your bathroom until he sat in nothing but his boxers on the lid of your toilet.
you turned to exit the bathroom to retrieve a pair of spare pajamas he'd left behind one too many nights when his hand caught your wrist, grip tight and desperate, laced with words that he wasn't sure he could say right now.
"please...don't leave me..." he pleaded, voice uncharacteristically weak and devoid of its usual teasing mirth and warm afterglow.
your heart had been scattered into pieces when he so viciously called you horrid things and severed your ties with an angry sneer on his face, but you were sure the look of desperation on his face coupled with the break of emotion in his voice and the tight grip on your wrist was enough to re-shatter your broken heart.
"i'm not-" you paused to clear your throat and be rid of the emotional crack that threatened to invade its way into your words, "i'm not going anywhere, just gonna get you some clothes, okay?" you allowed yourself to submerge beneath his depths and wander close enough to hold his teary face within your hands.
"...wanna come..." he mumbled, tugging your hand as if asking for permission.
you let out a warbled, strained laugh and brushed away the tears from your eyes as you nodded. kaeya refused to let go of the warmth of your hand, even as you padded with gentle and patient steps towards your bedroom and picked out the pajamas he'd left behind so many nights ago, still neatly folded and placed beside yours. you ushered him to sit on the edge of your bed and helped him step into the feet of the soft, cotton pajamas while he fumbled with the shirt, ultimately needing your help after getting the arm holes mixed up with the neck hole. you bit back a smile and fixed his shirt, tugging it over his head so that his head and its fluffy locks popped out on the other side.
"there you are, gorgeous." you cooed with a small smile and raked a hand through his silky locks.
kaeya was never one to shy away from intimacy, but being so inebriated he could hardly hide the flustered look on his face from your prying eyes.
you led him back to the bathroom, hand in hand, and had him sit once again on the toilet seat while you prepped a toothbrush. the minute you turned your back from him, kaeya's hand reached around to unclasp the eyepatch from his head. the fabric fell into his hands like water and nearly slipped through his fingers if not for your quick reaction time.
you'd never seen kaeya without his eyepatch, but you really wished he'd shown you sooner. his hidden eye was so beautiful; it sparkled as if it contained within it millions of galaxies, stars, and constellations. golden pupils peered back at you from within a midnight, inky sclera. you ran your thumb over the imprints on his skin left behind by his eyepatch before you whispered, "beautiful."
a sober kaeya would've taunted and teased you for how much you babied him right now, but he remained quiet and obedient as you gently scrubbed away the bits of alcohol and carnage from his mouth with the bristles of the toothbrush. he allowed you to wipe the froth from his lips and lead him to your bed, hand in hand as per his request, where he all but melted under the covers of your silken sheets and watched as you placed a bucket by the side of the bed.
"in case you wanna puke again." you dryly chuckled and shrugged your shoulders, before pulling up a chair and sitting by his bedside.
"what are you doing?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbow to sit upwards.
"sitting with you until you fall asleep, which you should be lying down for." you gently chided as you rose from your seat and placed your hands on his shoulders to urge him to lie back down.
"wait," he reached a hand out to stop the pressure on his shoulders, but suddenly felt so vile and disgusting for making you touch someone as vile as him.
but there was an odd ability you had to somehow read his thoughts, and you quickly shut them down by guiding his hand into yours. "you wanna talk?" he nodded in response and shifted over weakly so you'd have room to sit by the edge of the bed.
"can i hug you?" you asked, rubbing your thumb over the back of his scarred knuckles.
his heart lurched in his throat at the mere, simple words. he's no stranger to intimacy but the mere offer of a hug had his heart doing backflips. his arm tugged you forwards so you sat in his lap and allowed his strong arms to wrap as tight as he could around your body while you did the same, fitting together like a puzzle piece that had been yearning for reconciliation.
like a gentle rainstorm in spring, you felt the first drop, then two, then ten as he freely cried into your shoulder and pressed the back of your head into the crook of his neck. any closer and you'd become one with him.
"i'm so sorry...for everything. i d-didn't mean it, any of i-it." he sputtered out between muffled cries, fisting your shirt into his hands.
"it's all my fault..." was the line that had you ripping your head away from his neck and looking him dead in the eye much to his dismay.
he could hardly maintain eye contact, too ashamed to even face you head on until your hands gently cupped his face and turned his head to face you.
"kaeya alberich, look at me." you ushered in a firm yet gentle voice when his eyes darted around the room, drinking in each corner and crevice; anything that wasn't you.
the soft pads of your fingers gently pinched his cheeks in retaliation, and you felt your heart swell when his beautiful eyes finally fell upon you.
"it's not all your fault, i was wrong too. you weren't the only one yelling, i said things i didn't mean either." you finalized your words by taking his hand and placing it on the thin fabric of your shirt that separated him from your skin. under his touch he could feel the palpitating beat of your heart thunder under your skin.
"this heart beats for you, you know? take some responsibility." you lightly joked and cracked a teeny smile for him. you hadn't expected his eyes to well with an ocean's worth of tears nor for him to draw you back close into his arms again and spread his tears along the shoulder of your shirt.
"i-i can't...i'm not worthy, i have n-nothing to offer you-"
"i don't need anything from you, kaeya," you coo and rub your hand up and down the line of his spine, "just yourself and your love is worth more than riches and jewels or fame."
your words felt akin to a dream to him rather than reality, for how was it possible that someone so kind and loving as you could welcome a monster into your home and your heart. he realizes he must have voiced this thought aloud when you shake your head and pull away from his grip for just a moment to hold his face in your hands.
"you're no monster, kaeya," you breathe, taking the time to tuck some of his locks behind his ear, "you're a human, a man, and you're a man who deserves love. and though we'll fight sometimes, it doesn't ever mean that my love for you will waver."
he takes a shaky breath against your skin before speaking next, "can i still be yours?"
your eyes crinkle in mirth as you caress his face and turn his gaze towards you, "you never lost me, pretty boy."
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date published: september 18th, 2021
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zalyyy · a day ago
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genshin boys as your prom knight
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synopsis: your prom just ended - everyone’s sweeping up the last bits of confetti scattered across the sprawling floors of the massive gym, as you remain seated in regret on the vacant benches, wishing you took more risky gambles. fortunately for you, there’s an attractive stranger donned in a crisp suit who finds himself in an oddly similar trifle, wondering if you’d be willing to take those chances with him.
+ includes matching atticus quotes at the end of every route !!
characters: albedo, childe, zhongli, xiao, diluc, kaedehara kazuha
note: cheers to 300 followers and my rough ass day ;-;
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it was a rather dull occasion.
or perhaps you only reasoned it to be so, considering majority of the night was spent huddled and shadowed by a corner to prevent attracting unwanted attention with your brand new dress - an article of skimpy yet ravishing clothing that you have exhausted months worth of savings, only to find that you couldn’t muster the confidence to flaunt it as you stepped into the unconventionally bedecked gym.
and that singular root of insecurity rapidly began to proliferate through your crumbling self-esteem, as the boisterous night teeming with laughter and vibrance elapsed by.
you take anxious and hasty glimpses down at your watch, the intimidating tick of its little hands as it savors its sweet time by slowly progressing through the minute marks, seemingly taunting you with its gradual advances. it takes everything in you not to rip the accessory off your wrist and hurl it to the ground in a fit of impatience - so you keep your wandering hands pre-occupied with your freshly-styled bed of hair instead, twirling the soft locks through your fingers and gazing in spite at the pretty girls who thoughtlessly paraded around their elfin grins and bewitching appeals, knowing that the trifle stunt was definitely working in their favor.
it’s a shame really - as you absentmindedly chewed on your lips while staring down at your fairly charming ensemble with regret. you were truly looking forward to this particular night, yet all your grandiose and meticulously thought-out preparations were for nothing.
as prom finally draws to a close - everyone remains to help gather the motley shades of confetti strewn across the gym, the last bit of evidence from the marvelous and psychedelic aftermath of the evening. you stay seated on the vacated benches, heaving deep sighs of regret as you blankly watched the students begin to leave one by one, in hopes of retiring for the rest of the night.
but this is just the beginning - the choices you make beyond this point will determine how the rest of your prom night unfolds !!
route one: “kreideprinz” albedo !!
the enigmatic stranger you meet after deciding to linger around the less crowded gym for a bit longer. while yawning and deliberately wondering how you were planning to earn back the amount of cash spent on your dress, his silhouette traipses through the colossal space as he glances around in puzzlement. he’s evidently lost - and none of the remaining students bother to acknowledge the fact that a mere stranger has literally trespassed through private property, so you reluctantly take the responsibility and walk over to him.
he introduces himself as albedo, and explains that he was a student from a neighboring school - who coincidentally held their prom on the same day as yours. and after too much prolonged concentration on a particular research project, he found himself forgetting about the occasion and therefore, was running very late towards the designated venue.
“i think you’re mistaken, this address pertains to the one around the corner.” came your response as you read the scribbled words on the invitation, while you two sauntered past the gym and were presently standing near the gates of your school. you pull out a map on your phone and show him the right direction he needs to take - though you’re oblivious that he’s not even listening to your words anymore, as he absentmindedly admires your exotic beauty and the dress that complimented your bright features.
albedo has always regarded himself as a being capable of rational judgment, even amidst the troubling amount of crises life thrusted upon him to face. so it’s unusual of him to think the way your slightly reddened nose scrunches up in thought is quite endearing, or the little crinkles in your eyes that shape when you smile…because he is brilliant, pretty much aware that you’re beautiful, and somehow unperturbed enough to say it out loud - though this time he’d never admit how satisfied he became with the suffusing shade of crimson on your cheeks.
you are an anomaly, one who seems terribly unfazed when the audible pitter patter of rain drops start tumbling from the sky, one who doesn’t shy from the weather and instead raises her hands out to touch the absconding liquid, one who shakes her head and admits that this was perhaps the most interesting event that transpired all throughout the long night - you are the aberration that urges him to hold out his hand, and invite you to the most absurd timing and environment for a waltz in his entire life.
and being ludicrous was funny like that, seeing your lips twist into a thrilling smile, while the mere brush of your fingers against his almost feels electric. the sensation of his hands across the waistline of your soaked dress, and yours over his drenched blazer, as you drown the reverberations of the rainy evening away with rudimentary dance steps, goofy laughters and bashful smiles.
no matter how reasonable albedo prides himself on being, he still finds himself falling too fast for the rash and sloppily crude kiss you willingly share, under the frigid downpour of a transient and lonely night.
+ forgive me if i stumble and fall, for i know not how to love too well. i am clumsy and my words do not form as i wish - so let me kiss you instead, and let my lips paint for you all the pictures that my clumsy heart cannot.
route two: “childe” tartaglia !!
instead of moping around the benches with regrets - you begrudgingly gathered the rest of your belongings into your reticule before eventually proceeding to leave the gym. you slide on your jacket over your shivering frame and succumb to your pensive thoughts, as you trek your way over to the nearest 24/7 convenience store situated around the area, in hopes of purchasing something to fill your empty stomach with and to somewhat delay your sheepish ride home.
the light jingle of the bell signals your entrance despite the late hour, and you’re only greeted by a visibly uninterested salesclerk waiting near the counter. your eyes carefully peruse the store’s numerous racks of food and supplies, occasionally choosing a bag of chips or two, before then proceeding to the very back of the store. though your heart almost bursts when you reach it, stumbling across the sight of another customer in a suit residing behind the rear shelves of goods. but he seems less surprised than you though - just tosses you a winsome grin to acknowledge your presence.
and at first you don’t find the circumstances strange, as you were simply preoccupied with what to eat and how you were planning to get home, after the uneventful prom evening. though as minutes tick by, something begins to feel off…the orange-haired stranger still remains rooted in the same spot, with the constant shuffle and rustle of products reverberating in the cramped area. it’s only when your eyes flicker over him and notice the sudden protrusion in his once crisp and flat blazer, when you unintentionally burst out laughing at his foolish moves.
“oh my god, are you seriously planning to leave after robbing the store like that?”
he clearly grows flustered at your obvious point, clearing his throat before meekly reasoning out that he accidentally left his wallet jammed with stacks of cash in the possession of a close friend, back in his school prom - and was currently resorting to the careless attempt of thieving and making a run for it. and it’s terribly amusing, all you can do is laugh at the absurdity of it and wipe the tears forming in the corners of your eyes. the stranger glances down at the merchandise in your grasp and suddenly smiles naughtily in thought to himself, before leaning down to close the proximity between the both of your faces.
“well, are you also interested in shoplifting with me tonight?”
you snort at the imprudent tone behind the charming man’s bold words. in your right mind, you would now be claiming that you’d rather leave the store as an innocent bystander rather than a mindless burglar…but you’ve had a few drinks too many, and the enthralling gleam in his drowning blue irises seems to convince your levelheaded judgment to think otherwise, putting you under some sort of odd trance to absentmindedly accept his offer. “sure. only if we don’t get caught.”
“now gorgeous, where’s the fun in that?” he snickers, taking the few goods in your arms to lessen your load. he interlocks your chilly hand with his warm ones, leading the way towards the exit while exuding a somewhat confident aura. all you can do is try not to acknowledge the irritating thump in your chest, as you gawk at the sight of your fingers intertwined with someone else’s, and his half-hearted compliment of a nickname.
the salesclerk sees you two approaching the counter, but what she doesn’t expect is the tall stranger to wink before sharply turning a corner and making a run for the exit with you following suit behind him. you hear confounding yells from far behind ordering you both to stop, but neither of you seem to care - you’re just laughing as you scamper through the tranquil area hand-in-hand, feeling the wind rush through your flushed faces and the soft drizzle of rain collapsing down the darkened sky.
“god, you idiot!” you exclaim through the adrenaline rush, unable to refrain the toothy grin from leaving your face. “you are such a child for running like that!”
“close enough, but my name’s actually childe.” the stranger shouts in response, and looks back at your face with a riveting smirk. your cheeks turn a shade darker at the oddly pleasant sight of it, and all you can do is grasp his warm fingers tighter for comfort, as you both ran sharing childish smiles through the brumal and nonsensical evening.
“well childe, you have my reluctant thanks for making the night better. though you could have just let me pay for the both of us, instead of scampering off with the label of criminals above our heads.”
“oh hush woman - considering at what rate we’ve gone, we shouldn’t even have the audacity to run back there anymore.”
+ it seems to me, that love could be labeled poison, and we’d drink it anyways.
route three: “morax” zhongli !!
you brought your own car as transport to the prom venue, so it was only natural to find yourself standing in the almost deserted parking lot, in search of your personal ride home. it’s considerably easier to locate your car amidst the vacant spaces - and as your vehicle keys jingle in your hands when you slide them into the slot, your ears pick up a soft rustle and hushed murmurs coming from the other side of the car.
your hands stiffen in fear, as you cautiously bend to your knees and peer from the gap below your transport, seeing someone’s figure crouched on the other end of it. “um, excuse me?” you hesitantly call out, and the frame immediately jolts up in response. you stand back straight to check the person hidden across your car - seeing a man situated beside it, most likely the culprit you were looking for.
“hello..did you need anything?” you awkwardly question, trying to sound polite, rather than aggressive and demanding, with the stranger. he’s fiddling with a seemingly chunky wallet in his grasp, and it makes you wonder if he always has that much cash on his hands, or you had unintentionally caught a pickpocket.
though your assumptions are immediately proven wrong - his name is zhongli, and apparently his friend left their school’s prom venue for a while to purchase something from the nearest convenience store, however he must have forgotten to retrieve his wallet back from zhongli…and now the man standing in front of you had consequently gotten himself dumbfounded and lost, searching for the possible marts his friend may have sauntered empty-handed to.
“i don’t suppose you could…perhaps help me find my way around the area? i’m not quite familiar with it, and this is the first time i’ve been around here - well that is, if you don’t have any other immediate priorities you should be attending to?”
it’s a courteous request from a civil man, and you don’t see what’s the harm in obliging with it. “i don’t mind - get inside. i can drive you around.”
the inceptive tension inside the vehicle was beginning to suffocate you. after all, you were both strangers to each other, and it was only reasonable to presume that you both didn’t require to indulge in a conversation in order to find his friend…but you were admittedly curious how his friend ended up trusting zhongli so much to the point where the thick wallet ended up in his possession, as well as why there was an extreme amount of cash in a normal wallet.
and zhongli can see the evident curiosity in your eyes - with how your gaze discreetly flickers back and forth, from the abandoned road to the belongings in his hands. so he begins the exchange with the straightforward answers to your questions…and the unexpected reply soon escalates into a fully drawn-out and friendly conversation.
it’s funny how helping out one stranger after the tedious prom event, could have drastically changed the course of the rest of the night. the once serene environment encompassing your car eventually shifted into a warm and comfortable setting between you two - as you both share light-hearted jokes and somehow find yourselves driving aimlessly through the tranquil streets.
later on, you pause the vehicle and your eyes catch a glimpse of the late hour, suddenly recalling what you two were initially supposed to do. “oh god, i think we forgot about your friend.” you groan, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment - you’ve kept zhongli in your company for over half an hour now, and you were quite certain this time his lost friend was the one presently searching for him.
“it’s alright, i had a pleasant time anyway.” he muses, sneakily admiring your bashful state. “though i still don’t understand why you were so hesitant during your prom. i’m certain many guys would have wanted to dance with a pretty girl like you.”
all you do is grin politely at his compliment and hum in disapproval, as your hands snake onto the wheel and prepare to drive him back to the parking lot. “you flatter me, though no one in their right minds would ever like me in that way.”
you glance over to zhongli, however all you see from him are unreadable eyes and a thoughtful smile plastered across his lips - and his unusually inviting hand resting on the glove compartment.
he’s just a stranger…but he’s clearly made up his mind throughout the course of one drive filled with the sounds of your laughter, to eagerly promote himself from that lowly status in your life.
“based on that description, i presume i must be one of the crazy ones too then.”
+ i lost my way all the way to you, and in you i found all the way back to me.
route four: “alatus” xiao !!
because you refused to drive yourself to prom, you were currently seated near the bus stop and patiently waiting for the next transport to arrive. it had just struck 11:30 pm in your watch, and you were getting drowsier the longer you stared down at the uninhabited road. fortunately, the faint noise and piercing lights of the familiar vehicle slowly approach the deserted stand, and you sling your purse over your shoulder before sleepily setting foot onto the bus.
despite the late hour, the public transport was still somehow packed with weary citizens, and you were lucky enough to claim a seat beside a man wearing a baggy hoodie and…were those formal trousers? huh, streetwear and dress pants - what a peculiar sense of fashion…
nevertheless, you ignored it and wrapped your jacket tighter around your frame, in a poor endeavor to shelter yourself from the cold. the attire you were in was a little too conspicuous for your liking, and you could only hang your head low in shame upon sensing creepy and intrusive stares boring around you. oh, how you wished you could have made the less foolish decision to drive your own transport to prom instead-
something warm and cozy falls across your shoulders, and you glance in surprise at the unfazed boy seated next to you - still donned in his oversized hoodie yet his suit coat had somehow found its way over your meek figure. the pleasant woody fragrance effused from the blazer wrapped around you, and you can hear the defeated grunts and disappointed murmurs echo from the perverted men.
as the minutes fly by, the passengers slowly begin to file out of the bus - eventually leaving you, the stranger with the hoodie, and around five other citizens still mounted on the vehicle. you gingerly pull the boy’s coat off your shoulders, folding it neatly before timidly offering it back to him. “here…thank you.”
you hear a disgruntled snort escape his lips. “just wear it. those aren’t the only debauched idiots roaming around at this hour.”
your cheeks flush in chagrin upon recalling your own attire, hesitantly sliding your arms through the sleeves to sport the clothing properly. “i’m guessing you came from prom too.”
“was a waste of time.” he grumbled with discontent, still gazing outside at the closed establishments and slumbering city. “should have just stayed at home.”
“i get that.” you nod somberly, looking down as your fingers toyed with the loosened hems of your accoutre. “i can’t believe i spent too much cash on this damn dress.”
“…it doesn’t look that unpleasant though.”
“well, it never served a proper purpose.” you muttered, tone laced with spite and regret. “i stayed next to a pillar for the whole night.”
you don’t hear a response - perhaps he was having trouble forming one with the subject of the awkward conversation.
“that’s…a shame. the color sort of…brings out your eyes.”
you turn towards him, espying golden amber irises scrutinizing you, before instinctively shifting away at your abrupt gaze. it’s the first compliment you’ve received in a long and quiet night, but strangely you don’t mind that it came from him. “oh, thanks. that’s really nice of you to say.”
“right, right - just forget about it.” he hastily mumbles, his unkempt green hair failing to shroud the reddened tips of his ears from your amused expression. he was surprisingly shy when it came to confrontation about his shared accolades.
xiao, on the other hand, berates himself for clearly not thinking straight. brings out the color of your eyes, he says - recoiling in disgust at his awkward phrasing of the words. you haven’t said anything in the last few minutes in response to his statement, and he wonders if he’s already managed to scare you off with his own pitiful attempt at a compliment.
though what instantaneously ensues after those thoughts, is the sensation of something heavy and poking against his shoulder. he looks down in curiosity, only to find you simply dozing off next to him - your chest lightly heaving as you breathe, while your eyes were tightly shut in exhaustion.
he’s never been forced into a situation like this, but all he does is smile at the bemused circumstances, cautiously adjusting your head to lean in a more comfortable position. “idiot, how can you trust me so much…” he whispers in a tender manner, absentmindedly pulling your frame closer to his in a kind effort to keep you warm, as you drowsily smile at the gentlemanly gesture. he was certain you both would end up missing your stops because of this, but a joyride together after an uneventful night didn’t seem like the worst idea to xiao.
“…you do look beautiful in that dress.” xiao mutters beneath his breath, the longer he looks at your serene face. “forget about that boring event, and just sleep well…i’ll be here.”
+ love to me, is stumbling around in the dark, trying to find the right words to describe the feeling i get when she smiles while she sleeps.
route five: “ragnvindr” diluc !!
you called a friend to offer you a ride home - and now you were traipsing towards the nearby park where you two had agreed to meet over the phone. the night had grown colder, and your vain endeavors of wrapping the thin jacket tighter around your shivering frame, was of no avail. you let out a trembling sigh, watching in awe as your breath transformed into an opaque puff of smoke.
sure, you could at least admit that this dress was not suited for these kinds of circumstances - you were just particularly unlucky on this monotonous evening. the good thing was that you were soon headed home, and you were finally approaching the dimmed recreational grounds and the nearby central bench…which unfortunately was already occupied by a hunched person.
it’s a bit awkward to approach his arched figure, let alone make the cautious decision to wordlessly seat yourself beside the man. thankfully he doesn’t stiffen nor flinch at your unwanted presence, just continues boring holes with his pensive gaze into the cemented ground.
“uh…rough night?” you gingerly inquire, mustering the courage to look at the stranger next to you. he doesn’t respond to your question, stray red locks of hair obscuring his defined features, and the air gets heavy with a cumbersome tension. worth a shot - you think as you cringe at yourself, eyes hastily combing through the darkened park for a farther bench to sit on, instead of thoroughly embarrassing yourself towards the man.
“sort of.” you finally hear him mutter in a low breath - and you almost heave an audible sigh of relief out loud. “why are women so perplexing anyway?”
“eh…well, in what context are we speaking?” you hesitantly ask, slightly offended by his uncensored way of speaking.
“in the hypothetical context that the woman you ask to prom shows up with another date?”
“…damn, that’s brutal. i’m sorry.” “…i never said it was me. and it’s under hypothetical circumstances.” “nice try, merida - that’s the oldest trick in the book.”
you hear him scoff while mumbling incoherent words in defeat, whereas you smile with triumph at your wild guess. “i’d say you were just unfortunate with her. not all ladies are that vicious anyway.”
“is this the part where you claim that you’re one of those women who didn’t attend prom with a different date?” “no, uh…this is the part where i admit that i didn’t go to prom with one at all.”
red pools of irises ultimately meet yours - and you’re stunned at the visibly bright saturation of his hues. “you…didn’t have a date?”
you grin sheepishly, shrugging your shoulders in a nonchalant manner. “guilty as charged. besides, it’s not as bad as you’d think.”
and you’d never admit that it sort of was terrible - refraining from interacting with others as you tarried shrouded in a corner, only reluctantly stepping away from the darkness once the celebration eventually ended.
again, he doesn’t reply to your answer. instead his eyes scrutinize your exquisite attire, carefully masked behind the flimsy layers of your jacket. “are you…sure about that?”
“oh, definitely. you get to eat all the snacks you want without being judged for someone by it, and you’re not necessarily obliged to dance when the music plays-“
“i mean your date.” he interrupts, an odd expression flashing through his eyes. “why didn’t anyone ask you out to prom?”
“oh.” is all you can say in response, dumbfounded by the unforeseen inquiry. “i, uh…don’t know? i’m not exactly your typical date-material.”
“why not? being in your company for a whole night seems like a rather intriguing notion.” he suddenly remarks, raising an eyebrow at you.
“m-me?” you dumbly point at yourself, before throwing your head back and bursting into a fit of disbelieving laughter at the absurdity of it. you had expected other things, but his answer was just beyond what you had assumed him to say. “now that’s just funny!” you barely manage to comment with a foolish smile, wiping the stray tears from your eyes.
“is it?” he muses in thought. “perhaps i should have asked you to prom instead, then i’d be the judge of that.”
a warm shade of pink mounted across your cheeks. “i-i highly doubt you’d enjoy the idea of that. and besides, i don’t even know your name yet.”
“if i told you, would you then be hypothetically agreeing to attend a theoretical prom with me, in order to make it up to each other for the dull aftermath of the evening?”
your eyebrows furrow at the interesting thought of it, before feeling something lightly grumble in the pit of your stomach. “i suppose….only if the venue’s over at the nearest fast food chain.”
it’s a crazy scheme concocted with a complete stranger, but it’s enough to bring the urge to pull out your phone and briskly type a message to inform your friend to turn around and forget about the favor.
“…diluc. diluc ragnvindr.” he replies, sporting an unusually charming smile at you.
you grin childishly at his satisfactory answer, dusting off your dress before standing up to extend your hand out to him. “well then, diluc ragnvindr - it looks like we have a prom to get to.”
+ it was never the way she looked - always the way she was. i could’ve fallen in love with her with my eyes closed.
route six: “kaedehara” kazuha !!
the decision to walk all the way back home was clearly not one thought out well - you had now stripped yourself of your heels, and were currently treading the rocky sidewalk on bare and aching feet. honestly, you should have just waited for the bus or made the choice to drive yourself to prom - but no, you just had to settle with the worst option of all, in a mindless excuse to ‘get some more exercise’…who the hell cares about that shit at 12 in the morning?
you barely made the halfway mark from the venue to your home, and it already took almost an hour or two just to get to this point. face it - those drinks were the reason why you were messing with your mind, and why you were presently standing in the abandoned streets with your heels gathered on one hand.
what manages to comfort you despite the unfavorable circumstances, is the sight of a familiar man donning a loosened necktie and dress shirt, his suit coat tucked under one arm as he walked across the sidewalk situated on the opposite side of the road - a goofy smile contorted on his face as he raised an eyebrow at you. “need a hand over there?”
his name is kaedehara kazuha - and apparently, he was an idiot who mindlessly found himself in a similar trifle as you. you’ve been treading the streets together ever since you started wandering down the opposite sidewalks, and eventually realizing you were both coincidentally headed the same path.
you smile and shake your head, elevating your foot only to see some cuts on it to your dismay. “no..it’s alright, i should be fine for a little longer.”
“come on, you’ve literally been wincing the whole way now.” he remarks, beginning to head over to your side. “give me those heels, i’ll help you.”
“i should warn you since we’re both technically still strangers,” you hesitantly admit, begrudgingly handing over your shoes to him. “i might be a bit too heavy for you to carry - archons, hey!”
it’s astonishing how he swiftly lifts you up without breathing a word of complaint, smirking attractively upon getting a closer view of your flustered face. “you’re kidding, right? i barely feel you in my arms.”
you scoff at his supposed sarcasm, fighting the blush off your cheeks, as you avert your gaze from him. “whatever - i get it tough guy. can we please just go now?”
and the rest of the journey continued with you settled in between his arms - sharing a friendly conversation and partaking in teasing banters together. he somehow gets prettier the longer you stare at him, perhaps it was the occasional glow that bathed his features beneath the passing lamppost, or the irritatingly handsome smirk that devilishly dances across his lips whenever he successfully manages to tease you.
the hours go by like a mere handful of minutes, and the sky above you gets noticeably brighter than it had been before you began your journey. “hey, i wanna watch the sun rise.” you mumble, softly tugging on his blazer with an innocent smile in hopes of successfully convincing him - and he allows himself to be swayed by your partisan beauty anyway. “sure, hold on. i know a place.”
he brings you over to a grassy and secluded hill behind a couple of houses, and lightly sets you down on the meadow, following suit afterwards. you both stare up at the yellow, red and orange hues painted across sky - persisting in your drowsy exchange with him. and you’re not sure how, but soon you find yourself laying on top of him as he holds you in an affectionate manner, lazily tracing the apples of your cheek dusted with blush, as he stares into the drowning pools of color in your eyes.
your drawn-out conversation had soon reached a point where you both had nothing more to say, than repeated mumbles of how you ‘hated’ each other, with half-amused smiles and your lips slightly brushing against each other. the small breaks in your sentences began to grow longer, as you absentmindedly found yourself lost in his alluring crimson irises - the sudden and forbidden desires pent up in the back of your mind burning at the intoxicating sight of him.
“just do it.” you suddenly breathe in a petulant manner. “what?” you hear him question, somewhat confused at your implied statement.
“just…do it.”
“oh.”
it’s all he says in bewilderment out loud before he smiles in the dawning realization, and finally presses his plush lips against yours - bathed under the gentle sun’s rising glow, through the running fields of weeds and flowers, his hand leisurely tracing the sheer fabric covering the skin of your waist as the other tenderly strokes the locks of your hair - savoring the flavors of your witless mistakes that led to a spellbinding night shared together.
he tastes like the prom night you had envisioned spending in this lavish dress - and it’s beginning to feel like such a shame how you belatedly experienced the fireworks after the party ended. his lips twist into an impish grin when your fingers scramble onto his loosened tie for purchase, and his arms tense to secure your sun-drenched and glowing frame even closer…
knowing this would perhaps be the first and last time either of you would dare to share the trifling kiss, throughout the rest of your fleeting little lives.
+ …and i want you to know that i will be here forever, loving you in dusk.
damn it. i wish prom was boring again.
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okkomi · a day ago
can I request modern au roommate xiao x fem reader (nsfw ) ? THIS HAS BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR SO LONG PLEASE
groceries
hi hi!! thank you for requesting for this i’m a big sucker for modern!xiao aus ughhhh have a nice day anon!
warning(s): nsfw (minors dni), xiao x fem!reader, modern!xiao, slight degrading, handjob, oral sex (giving), fingering, choking
masterlist + ko-fi
you walked into the kitchen with hopes that you’d be able to cook something for yourself (and maybe for your roommate if he asked) for dinner, but your hopes quickly died down when you realised your roommate had completely forgotten to buy the groceries during the weekend. you frowned to yourself, your eyes quickly darted to the clock hanging on the walls of your kitchen.
you made a quick decision that it wasn’t too late to go out and buy the few ingredients needed to make your dinner, it was only 7:16 PM. you turned on your heels, quickly going back inside your room to put on a jacket before heading out — the last thing you would’ve wanted is to freeze on your walk to the nearby grocery store.
as you walked past xiao’s bedroom door, you heard it click open behind you. you didn’t pay it any mind as you continued heading for the main door, “where are you going?” his voice danced around the empty hallway of your house. you stopped in your tracks as you turned around to face him; it seemed he had probably just woken up from a nap, his hair disheveled, his eyes still a bit droopy.
“to buy groceries. we can’t starve for dinner, after all.” you said, a small smile plastered on your face. xiao smiles too, upon hearing your response. he walked over to you lazily, stretching his arms out and it loosely hung around your body. you silently wondered why he was particularly touchy with you currently.
xiao rested his chin onto your shoulder, silently breathing as he thought of something. you were about to push him off of you when — “i dreamt of you just now,” he said, his voice so deep you thought he had sent shivers down your spine. you felt flustered, of course, but this really wasn’t the first time you and xiao acted like this; you knew exactly that xiao wanted something from you.
“really?” you finally spoke, you hated that you sounded more eager than you thought you would’ve been. you can’t help it, moments like these, xiao was good at getting you excited. xiao hummed in response, his arms around your waist tightened as he turned to look at you, “yeah,” he paused, his cold fingers slid up under your shirt, tracing them along your skin. “groceries can wait, hm? entertain me a little will you?” he said, his voice was quiet.
you didn’t even give it a second thought — you quickly agreed. you let xiao pull you to wherever he wanted you to be, and in this case it was his bedroom — you always loved hanging around xiao’s room, although he doesn’t allow it often. it was strangely comforting to be there, and it was always warm.
xiao pulled the jacket off of you, tossing it somewhere on the floor, his lips quickly falling onto your neck, his warm breath felt ticklish, almost. “is this my shirt?” he asked, his eyes looked at you as he continued giving the sensitive skin licks, you could feel blood rushing to your face. “you look hot in them.” he stated, his focus going back to leaving bite marks on your skin.
“you wanna know what my dream was about?” he asked, his hands slowly pulling your — his — shirt off. he took his own sweet time checking out your body, his eyes lidded as he stared at you. “tell me.” you mumbled, finally, you quite desperately wanted him to stop checking you out because the intensity in his eyes made you extremely nervous.
“i dreamt that you had my cum on your face,” he laughed absentmindedly. your mouth agape, your face heating up once again from his words, you eyes instinctively looked away from xiao, but it wasn’t long until xiao’s hand cupped your face, making you look him in his eyes.
“maybe we can recreate that.” he said, smiling, “do you want that? do you want my cock stuffing your mouth?” he asked, he maintained eye contact with you and you shyly nodded to his question — you would be lying if you said that his words weren’t turning you on.
“use your words, princess.” he teased, “i do.” you immediately answered, you didn’t care if it was embarrassing — you were going desperately needy as the conversation kept going. xiao had a smirk on his face as his hands left your frame, he pulled his pants down in one, swift movement.
you could see that his cock was already bulging through his boxers, “do it for me.” he casually ordered upon noticing that you were staring. you sucked in a deep breath before stretching your arms out to his waistband. you pulled the fabric down without much complications, you weren’t intending to drag the time either. your eyes almost instantly fell on his cock, you could feel yourself getting butterflies just from thinking of what he was about to do to you.
you pressed your thighs together unconsciously, pushing yourself down from the bed and onto your knees, xiao didn’t even have to tell you what to do. “what a good little whore.” he praised, chuckling as he stared down to you, with one hand he hold his cock to place it right at your lips, you could see clearly how there was already precum at the tip, “open.” he ordered, and you obeyed, you’d do anything to please your roommate at the moment.
xiao once again hummed in satisfaction, feeling your pretty lips wrap around him, you stopped halfway, trying not to gag on him so quickly. xiao noticed immediately that you had stopped, and once again looked at you, feigning a disappointed look on his face — “come on, now. you can do way better, can’t you baby?” his voice sounded intoxicating to you, it made you more eager than ever. you nodded again, closing your eyes as you tried taking him whole. you do, eventually, tears pricking your eyes as you let xiao deep throat you. you hear a low grunt coming from your roommate, he always loved feeling your warm mouth around his cock, while he stared at you struggling to take him — it gave him a boost to his ego.
xiao wasn’t really a patient man, and you were aware of that. he was nice enough to let you suck him at your own pace, but that was as much generosity as he could give you. you feel him grabbing a handful of your hair, pushing your head towards him whilst thrusting into your mouth. you couldn’t help but gag around him, earning yourself a few moans from xiao. “fuck— ngh— y/n,” you heard him say.
your hands found its way onto xiao’s thighs to support yourself better, tears falling down from your eyes as you struggled to keep up with him. you were drooling all over your face, but you couldn’t care less. xiao’s golden eyes met yours, one of his hands slowly traced along your face, wiping a few tears away. despite the sweet gesture, it felt rather mocking to you. you knew very well how xiao loved seeing you cry and struggle as you continued to please him.
the vibrations xiao felt as you moaned only brought xiao closer to his orgasm, he picked up the pace, his thrusts getting sloppier as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat more often than it did before, “you’re gonna swallow them all like the slut you are, huh?” he muttered, his hand caressing your cheek, feeling his cock moving inside your mouth. you tried answering him, hoping that was enough for him to understand, “mmh— mm!”
he gave himself a few more, deep thrusts, his head thrown back as you felt the warm liquid go down your throat, leaving you with no choice but to swallow them whole. he stayed in that position for a few more seconds — relishing the moment — before finally pulling out. he looked at you, slowly pulling you up to your feet.
your legs buckled from being on your knees for so long, but xiao quickly caught you, his hold on you was gentle, “look at you, you’ve made a mess.” he told you as he pushed you back onto his bed. he didn’t waste much time as he got on top of you, his hand quickly made its way to your inner thigh, drawing circles on them. your eyebrows furrowed while you looked away.
xiao’s hand trailed upwards, his fingers giving your clothed cunt a few teasing rubs, making you gasp from the sudden contact. “wet already? i barely touched you.” he hummed, his fingers pulling your underwear away as he told you. you could feel his fingers giving you more of his teasing rubs, spreading your slick all over your cunt. “x-xiao, please…” you silently begged, your breath heavy. you grind your hips onto his fingers, but he quickly pulled them away, “so eager, when i’m just trying to prepare you, you ungrateful slut.” his other hand grabbed you by the neck, making you gasp from the rough contact.
you opened your eyes to look at his indifferent ones, “xi..ao!” you mumbled, your eyes watering again, “look at this, you’re dripping. you like this, you little slut?” he asked, he brought his fingers for you to see, his fingers glistened with your slick. “i asked you a question, are you stupid?” he snapped, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he stared at you, the grip on your neck tightened slightly, “y-yes,” you sounded painfully meek as you answered him, your face flushing once again.
“tell me what you want,” he ordered, his voice was stern. any kind of shame or pride was thrown out of the window for you by now, “you… your cock, please, xiao— fuck me.” you begged, your eyes were pleading. xiao remained stoic, but he was definitely joyous to hear you begged so cutely for him. oh, how adorable of you.
you feel his fingers against your cunt again, you almost automatically grinded your hips down to get him closer to you. xiao felt extra generous, stuffing you full with three fingers. his fingers scissored inside your cunt, not forgetting to curl them when he was knuckles-deep inside you. you weren’t able to control your moans at that point, calling for his name, your hands gripped onto his shoulders to get him closer to you.
your heavy moans only motivated xiao to fuck you harder with his fingers, he felt determined, even, to get you to cum just from his fingers. he thrust his fingers roughly in you, every once in a while his fingers would hit the familiar spongy spot of your cunt that would make you mewl so cutely in his ears.
the sight of his fingers being buried deep in your cunt was extremely hot for xiao, his mouth once again finding its way to your collarbone, sucking onto the soft skin as you threw your head back from the immense pleasure xiao was giving you.
one of your hand reached down to xiao’s cock, tracing them up and down as you tried to make him feel as good as he was making you feel. you could hear xiao groaning, the bites on your skin became much rougher as he grinded into your hand at a fast pace.
xiao’s kisses stopped at your jawline, feeling you clench around his fingers, his pace, however, never slowed down. “you’re gonna be good for me and cum on my fingers?” he asked, his breath heavy with pants as he continued to fuck himself on your hand. you nodded to his question, your back arching as you could feel your orgasm reaching you at any moment, “yes, yes! i’m— ngh— i’m c-close!” you sobbed.
it wasn’t long until you finally felt the familiar euphoric feeling, xiao looked at you as your eyes rolled back, your eyebrows creased, your breath hitching as your hips continued to grind slowly on his fingers. you were covered in a thin layer of sweat as your chest rise and fall while you tried to calm down from your intense orgasm, you looked like you were glowing in xiao’s eyes.
xiao felt his cock twitching again, and your hands were covered with his cum, did he really just cum from checking you out? xiao felt his cheeks turning red upon realising it, but he quickly brushed it off. he pulled his fingers out of you, his whole palm covered with your slick — not that he minded. you let out a quiet gasp from the sudden emptiness, your eyes slowly opening to look at xiao.
“i guess we’ll just order takeout for dinner, huh?” you laughed. xiao chuckled too as he got off of you, laying next to you, one his fingers brushed away the few strands of hair that was sticking to your face. “sounds good to me,” he replied.
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kaeyatic · a day ago
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—𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐦
feat. diluc, venti, scaramouche, childe
warning: smut, 18+ content, minors dni
disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, exhibitionism, gagging, creampies, oral, fingering, degradtion
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𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜, the newly appointed CEO
Diluc is a very powerful person in Teyvat Inc. Well-liked by investors, an amazing philanthropist, respected by his peers—he has everything one would dream of having. All this pressure though sometimes gets to him, so he likes to spoil you as much as he can. You would always come into work with a cute note on your desk, as an excuse to get you to come into his office. When he has you in his arms, alone, at work—all that gentlemanly atmosphere around him fades into wolfish lust. He loves pressing against the cool glass of his office window, your chest mashed up looking down at the unexpected world below. His pace is ruthless, lips connecting to your nipples as he sucks on your chest. His tie is stuffed into your mouth to muffle all those desirable moans he loved to hear. He’s so thankful the former CEO had these walls soundproof.
“Beautiful you always take my cock so well, shit! Please let me indulge for a little while longer…”
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𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢, Vice President of Marketing
Now everyone knows Venti is such a slacker. He’s usually late for meetings and procrastinates until the last minute for campaigns. The only reason people say he’s still employed is that his PR campaigns are some of the best in the country. Venti would much rather spend his time at work with you. His favorite thing to do is to pull you into the janitor closet with him, groping and fondling your most sensitive areas. During these times, he purposefully sucks on cold drinks so his hand and especially his tongue are chilled. This man can slurp your juices for days—the stamina he has is quite astounding. He always says your his favorite lunch. All the rest of the people in your harem, always glare at his smug clearly gloating what he did with you.
“Ehe! So wet already!~ Were you thinking about me at your desk?”
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𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞, Director of Operations
Scaramouche is a very particular person. His whole department fears him. One glare, has people quaking in their seats. When they see him all red-faced with you though, their jaw drops. He has you sitting on his lap, nimble fingers rubbing along your folds and whispering how pent up he is because of you. He likes to make it a point of having you beg him to put his fingers inside you, brushing up against your favorite spot or pitching at your throbbing clit. He just gets so jealous of the other members in the harem, he has to make it a point of having you say your all his.
“I saw that drunkard talking to you earlier. Did that idiot make you feel this good? Of course not, only I’m able to do that for you. Remember that, whore.”
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𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞, Director of Sales
Two-faced Childe is always trying to get a one-up in the company. He doesn’t care how dirty he has to get his hands in order to get to that top, that doesn’t exclude the harem. Childe loves stifling up drama to make all the rest of the guys seem deplorable compared to him. Whenever their in one of their little arguments, Childe sneaks you off to the breakroom for a little action. The way your legs wrap around his waist as he sinks his cock into your, sucking him in tightly is an addicting feeling to him. He always prefers cumming inside of you. Something about having you walk in the building doing mundane things and knowing you are full of his cum speaks to his more primal urges.
"Fuck, baby...you're just milking my cock today, huh?"
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favoniuscodex · a day ago
TOUCH STARVED KISSES W KAEYA FOR THE KISSING BOOTH EVENT PLS IM BEGGING
prompt: touch starved kisses + kaeya
pairing: kaeya + gn!reader
warnings: makeout scene hehe. written on my phone.
a/n: part of my 6.5k event! ty for requesting nonnie!
kaeya kisses you like you are an oasis. he is but a traveler cast into a desert he cannot find the end to, doomed to trudge through the foreboding sands for the rest of his days. yet, when he finally reaches your doorstep, he cannot resist himself. as soon as you smile at him, kaeya makes his move, encircling your waist with an arm and pulling you in close. the two of you meet under the watchful eye of the doorframe, yet your eyes flutter shut as your lips dance in fervor.
kaeya is all too aware of how you melt into his touch, despite the chill of cryo that runs through his veins. his kisses are sloppy, pressed haphazardly across your lips. it isn’t until he moves forward, clumsily closing the door behind him with a swing of his hand, that his lips finally leave your own. he twirls you around, pressing your back against the door, and his hands begin to wander underneath the hem of your shirt.
“what’s gotten into you-?” you ask as you gasp for breath, genuinely curious, yet kaeya only responds by continuing his assault of kisses down the smooth expanse of your neck.
“is it a crime to miss my lover?” he croons as he places open-mouthed, heated kisses along the side of the area that you display so lovingly for him. as your head tilts further to the side, kaeya’s half-gloved hands grip onto the skin underneath your shirt, settling on your hips. the bite of the leather against your skin is almost bruising, yet the dig of kaeya’s fingertips cools any potential discomfort. your arms fly up to close around his shoulders, looping around his neck for support, and you can feel kaeya chuckle against your skin as you stand upwards.
“you look so gorgeous, sweetheart,” kaeya mumbles against your skin as his lips continue working at your neck and collarbone.
“you’re not even looking at my face,” you breathe out, causing kaeya to suddenly let you go and pull back. you catch your breath and straighten your posture, trying to calm down thoroughly worked up heart from his sudden antics.
“i am now. my point still stands, darling,” kaeya says cheekily, standing before you. you roll your eyes at his teasing and look away, yet a gentle hand nudges your jaw, causing your eyes to widen slightly and your gaze to flicker back to him. kaeya continues to cup your jaw gently, running his thumb along the expanse of your skin. he takes a partial step forwards and the air between the two of you feels far more intimate than before. his icy exposed iris looks at you fondly yet intently.
it is the look of a man in love.
it is overwhelming. it takes everything in you not to look away. you raise your hand up to gently cover his own, cradling it closer to your face. you can feel the edges of scars that run across his fingers, primarily hidden by the convenient coverage of his gloves. your palm curls over the diamond displayed on the backs of his hands and your fingertips gently squeeze the inside of his palm. his brow furrows slightly as you angle your head to run your fingers through his own, threading your hands together. you gently move his hand from your jaw and cheeks and instead move the tips of his fingers to your lips.
confusion shines his eye, yet the compliance of his fingers to your whims lets you know everything you need to. kaeya watches you, mystified, as you press a sweet, chaste kiss to each of his fingertips.
“you’re so pretty, kaeya.” your lips speak the words in a hushed whisper, fanning out your warm breath across his fingers and knuckles.
“a- am i?” kaeya falters at the innocent intimacy. his question, originally intended to be cocky, comes out as unsure of himself. he falters under your own gaze. your kisses are a far cry from his fervent ones. they treat him with utmost discipline and honor, like a disciple at the altar of their beloved god. and yet, kaeya knows you do not deify him. you witness him for all he is. you understand the good and the bad.
you love him anyways.
the realization leaves kaeya reeling and has tears pricking at the corners of both his eyes. he rapidly swallows them back, bottling them up for another day. they are tears of a sinner, ones that cannot be shed in the presence of someone as reverent and devout as you. not now. he cannot cry when he has what he loves most holding him close.
is this what love is? kaeya thinks as your hands move from holding his to gently cradle his face. i am splitting in two, yet i’ve never felt more complete.
your lips reach kaeya’s once more, sealing an unspoken promise between the two of you. the movement of your lips is gentle and kaeya reciprocates the soft energy to the best of his ability. his movements are tentative and stiff, as if any harsh actions would break the intimate vulnerability between the two of you. your lips don’t part for his tongue to enter, nor does kaeya want them to.
instead, you kiss him.
it is chaste, it is sweet, and that is all it is.
yet, to a man whose life has only known sorrow and loss, it means so much more to him.
kaeya pulls away before he can stop himself.
“i love you,” kaeya says before he can stop himself.
kaeya kisses you once more before he can stop himself.
yet, unlike usual, his impulsive decisions are not swathed in the bitterness of regret. instead, they feel right, even as you pull away from him shortly after he initiates the kiss.
“i love you too, kaeya,” you murmur, yet the words ricochet through his mind. “you are my favorite star amongst the sky.”
you look so fondly into his celestial iris that kaeya can’t help but believe your words. in this world filled with so few truths, kaeya has always been the type to pull away and figure out reality on his own. instead, he trusts your words.
kaeya nods slowly. as he kisses you once more, the dam behind his eyes breaks and, in the softness of your touch, kaeya cries, tainting your kiss with the saltiness of tears. you hold him anyways. you kiss him anyways. you cherish him anyways.
kaeya realizes that for all of his past sins, there will always be you to wipe them away and promise him the world. you do not expect the world from kaeya alberich. you simply desire his love.
as he holds you close and kisses you so sweetly, kaeya decides that he is determined to give you everything your little heart desires anyways.
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childelike · 2 days ago
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random soft moments with genshin boys
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➜ includes: xiao, kaeya, diluc, and tohma
➜ genre: fluff
➜ warnings: mentions of alcohol and being intoxicated in kaeya's part
➜ note: this was a spur in the moment type of thing istg. oh, also!! xiao's part was inspired by (and lowkey dedicated to) @almondto-fu 's fic and ofc their singing <33 PLS CHECK THEM OUT YOU WON'T REGRET IT. anyways, i hope yall enjoy these scenarios and have a good day!!
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➜ xiao
xiao's heart has a special place for those moments filled with unspoken love that allows him to bask in the solace your presence provides. it is those moments when his head is laid across your lap, the usual tension in his body slowly dissipating as your warm fingers gently tangle themselves into his hair.
it is when nothing but your sweet voice echoes around the room, taming the raging screams of the wretched demons in xiao's head. although the adeptus is unfamiliar with the melody you decide to sing, he thinks it's beautiful either way, welcoming the foreign tune wholeheartedly.
you notice the way xiao's eyes are intensely trained on you and you pause your singing asking him, "is there something wrong?". immediately, xiao averts his eyes away from yours as you stare down at him, a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks.
"no. continue whatever you were doing," he grumbles out. in spite of the seemingly harsh tone to his demand you could tell he was just slightly flustered, so you simply chuckle and continue to sing.
with his mind solely focused on the calming tune you continue to intone, xiao closes his eyes. for a moment, he feels as if all his karmic dept has vanished, carried away from him by this rare moment of euphoria, carried away by these moments that he chooses to share with only you.
it's these types of moments where xiao allows his defensive walls to crumble down. he shows you a more vulnerable side of him, entrusting to you his admittedly fragile heart.
it is within these moments where xiao lets out a light sigh of content, allowing both the wind and your voice to carry his worries away.
➜ kaeya
the cavalry captain was having a wonderful evening with you. just like kaeya, your hands fiddled with a glass only half filled with wine, swirling the crimson liquid around in the fragile material.
despite this being only your second glass, you face held a slight blush already. you definitely were not completely intoxicated, but just enough for sentimental love confessions to continously spill from your lips.
"you, sir kaeya, cavalry captain of knights of favonious," you start, settling your glass down atop the table. "you are the only man i will ever love in this entire universe."
"is that so?" your bold declaration makes kaeya's lips turn upwards. you had always told him you loved him in different ways, and his heart never ceased to flutter each time you did. this was certainly no exception.
"yes. it is so. you know that, don't you?" you ask. kaeya nods to your inquiry. even in this moment as face was slightly red, your confidence and love for him boosted to another level, spilling confession after confession, he still loved you. archons, it felt like he loved you even more.
"yes, i do know, sweetheart. you never fail to tell me after all," he chuckles, sipping the last drops of his wine before setting his empty glass down. "i think that's enough wine time for tonight. let's get you ready for bed, shall we?"
even as you were tucked into kaeya's arms fast asleep, the words you had said earlier were permanently imprinted into his mind. with a gentle smile and kiss to your forehead, kaeya falls into a peaceful sleep knowing that you truly did love him.
➜ diluc
diluc simply wishes to collapse into bed with you at this point. his muscles ache from defeating abyss mages and various other enemies throughout the late night, and all he longs for is your warmth and presence.
managing to push open the doors of the winery, diluc sees your figure seated on one of the chairs by the fireplace, a cup of what seemed to be tea in your hands.
hearing the door creak open, your head turns and your eyes meet diluc's slightly widened ones as you greet, "you're back. welcome home, diluc."
"why're you up so late, darling?" he asks. "you should be in bed right now," he points out, hands instinctively coming to rest at your waist once you come close enough to him.
"i'm always in bed by the time you come home," you mutter. diluc feels his heart melt with your fiery touch as you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, allowing his features to soften. "i figured i should wait for you to get home tonight."
instantly, diluc's crimson eyes overflow with nothing but fondness and adoration. despite knowing that it wasn't good for you to stay up this late, he could not help but feel his heart selfishly swell at your loving actions.
"i appreciate it, darling." he punctuates his statement with a doting kiss to your forehead. "but as i said, it's late, so why don't we get ready for bed?" he suggests. after freshening up, he sees you already asleep on the bed, and he can't help but let a small smile adorn his features. he goes to sleep that night with you in his arms, heart content and filled with a blazing intimacy for you.
➜ tohma
being a wanted individual in inazuma came with many disadvantages for tohma. one of them being locked and unable to leave the komore teahouse. he had nothing wrong with the teahouse itself, but with how long he'd been cooped up in the house, it was starting to feel suffocating.
the only thing keeping him sane, the one person who made everything tolerable was you. you were always there for him, even if it meant locking yourself up in that teahouse with him.
on some days, both you and tohma would just lay on the wooden floor of the teahouse. a comfortable silence surrounds you, the entire house silent since barely anyone was there.
"you know," tohma starts. "i hope the vision hunt decree is put to a stop soon. it feels suffocating and... painful being locked in here while the decree is still in full force," he says, unable to hold back a sigh.
"i understand how you feel, tohma. it's hard for you and everyone else right now, but i'm sure this will all end soon," you tell him. "then you can finally go to the hotsprings and go wild."
tohma laughs at your statement and shakes his head, turning his body to face you as he says, "you bet i'm going to the hotsprings after all this. but as of right now, i'm grateful that you keep me company in here."
one of his hands come up to cup your cheek, turning your head so you're looking at him. his eyes shine with the utmost sincerity and love as he takes a moment to stare at you for a while longer. giving you an infamous grin, he pecks your lips before finally sitting up. "now, what about another game of hotpot? i still do not accept my defeat from yesterday."
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i might rewrite tohma's and xiao's parts one day,,, cuz they kinda suck HAHSJAJS. but yea that's all for now hehe. if you got to this part ily <33
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faelathefae · a day ago
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♡headcanon~ how they cuddle with you♡
i've been back at school for a week and already have so much homework, i just wanted some wholesome fluff to keep me going, hope ya'll enjoy! :)
pairings childe, ganyu, xiao, kazuha x gn! reader
pt 1
{requests open}
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childe
•oh boy.
•good luck getting this guy off of you. once he's comfortable with you, he won't move nor will he let you move.
•he seems like the type of guy who loves holding you on his chest while he strokes your hair.
•he loves it even more if you wrap your arms around his waist. he'll melt into your touch within seconds.
•however, he also seems like he'd love to be held as well.
•whether that's being the little spoon or laying across your chest, he doesn't really care as long as it's with you.
•big softie when it comes to cuddling, and he has no shame about it.
'are you comfortable there? good, cause we're not moving now...i don't care that you have to use the bathroom, we're not moving!'
ganyu
•if we're being honest here, cuddling with ganyu would be very rare.
•she'd probably already be sleeping when you get home or working overtime.
•on the rare occasion that you do get to cuddle with her, she'd prefer if you were facing towards her.
•she'd like being able to see your face and knowing you're so close to her makes her feel safer.
•it's a form of comfort for her, due to her quiet and reserved nature, she probably wouldn't tell you if she wanted to be comforted so, this close proximity to you would fill her stomach with butterflies.
•she loves cuddling, and is honestly quite upset you guys can't do it more often.
'i'm glad you're here, love. are you warm enough? i could get you another blanket!'
xiao
•isn't much of a cuddler, he doesn't quite understand the appeal of them.
•he thinks the whole concept of them is quite silly and maybe even a little dumb.
•well atleast that's what he tells you. in truth, the guy is just too shy to admit that he kind of likes them.
•due to this, cuddling with him will barely ever happen, unless you're really upset or he 'doesn't want to argue about it' that day.
•he likes to hold you as close as possible out of fear that you might leave any second. he'll hold you against his side with his arm underneath you, holding him to you. he'll use his other hand to brush through your hair.
•like childe, he likes to be held too. however, he won't ever admit it but, if you were to randomly pull him into your chest and hold him against you in a tight hug, he won't object.
'are you feeling any better yet? my arm is going numb...no that doesn't mean you can move!'
kazuha
•kazuha would enjoy physical contact, however he wouldn't initiate it half the time.
•obviously, if he really felt as though he needed a hug and he could tell you wouldn't initiate it, then he would. he's a strong believer that relationships have to be 50/50 effort, and this goes for initiation of cuddles too.
•when he does get to cuddle with you, he'd pull you into his side allowing you to lay against his chest while he plays with your hair.
•he'd be very gentle with his movement and some days he'd recite his haikus to you.
•while it was more rare, he would want to be held some days too, and he isn't afraid to ask for it from you.
'darling, can i read you my latest haiku? i think you'll really like it'
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a/n
hi! <3 i just wanted to say thank you for all the support on my last posts, i have a lot of idea’s on other things to post so expect some of those to be out soon! i have a few exams to study for but once those are done, i’ll be posting a lot more! :))
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catcze · a day ago
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How good are they at doing your nails⠀❦⠀Xiao, Dainsleif, Eula, Gorou, Kaeya, Sara, Diluc, Yoimiya, Childe
Reblogs are greatly appreciated!! ♥︎︎
⠀Something short n cute bc I’m testing my limits to see how fast I can burn myself out again HAHAHA
⠀✔︎ Feat: Modern AU ??? sort of? A whole lot of fluff tbh <3 gn! reader !! No pronouns used, and reader’s features are not described, so to my knowledge, anyone should hopefully be able to enjoy this <3
⠀Navigation & Carrd
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⠀✔︎ Xiao
5/10. He’s not awful at it–– he’s actually got it pretty okay. He doesn’t let the nail polish spill out onto your skin very often, and his concentration face while he does your nails is really cute. Problem is, he underestimated how long it can sometimes take nail polish to dry, and how easy it is to mess it up :(( Grabbed your hand like, 5 mins after applying the topcoat then cringed when he realized what he did </3
⠀✔︎ Dainsleif
8/10. He tries hard to make it good, and it comes out pretty great! He goes at it really slowly, being super careful to color in the lines. He doesn’t try to do anything adventurous with it, sticking to just plain old nail polish instead of something with fancy designs. It takes a little long because of how meticulous he is, and the design is a little basic, but he didn’t mess up, which is a win!! 
⠀✔︎ Eula
9/10. Considering she was raised in a high-class household, she probably has some sort of experiences with the arts, so although they’re not exactly the same, she’s confident with the nail polish brush in hand. She’s probably really good at it too! Probs a hidden talent or smthn–– she applies the coats of nail polish super evenly and not thickly, and she does it without smudging too?? You nails are literally gonna look soo good. Only falls a little flat due to her lack of experience in doing someone else’s nails, but it’s all good! 
⠀✔︎ Gorou
5/10. It’s probs a little hard to get Gorou to sit down and do all your nails, but you manage. He tries super hard to make it good for you! Even sits on his tail while he works so that there’s no risk of it accidentally smacking the nails that are drying. His tongue pokes out of his mouth when he concentrates, and he lightly scolds you when you jolt w/ a laugh. He’s a little clumsy with it though, but it’s still definitely wearable, and you give him points for effort. 
⠀✔︎ Kaeya
10/10. Look me in the mf eye and tell me Kaeya wouldn’t be so good at doing your nails. When you ask him to do your nails, he chuckles and immediately dives into questions, like what color you want, what designs he can do for you, how much time you’ve got, etc. When he works on your nails, he hums and keeps up small-talk all the while being able to do your nails so well, and he doesn’t mess up at all. Even caps the edge of your nails and puts some oil on it when its dry ?? Literally one of the best people to go to if you want your nails done. 
⠀✔︎ Sara
4/10. Hot take, ik, but hear me out. Sara probably hasn’t really had much experience when it comes to giving manicures, and she probably never had any reason to try and practice before. She’s pretty out of her element when you ask her to do it for you, and in her confusion she probably mixes up the base coat and the top coat. All things considered, for her first time doing someone’s nails (maybe doing nails in general) it’s not a bad attempt. Even better, when she realizes it’s something you might ask her to do again, she researches and practices so she can do an evem better job next time. 
⠀✔︎ Diluc
4/10. Gives it his best effort, but I feel like his hands just aren’t really used to handling something as small as a nail polish brush. Sighs several times during the process, because to be fair he really is trying, but I don’t think he realized before how different writing with a pen and painting nails are. Spills over several times, and probably just straight-up foregoes the topcoat, but overall its still wearable, so you thank him for it. 
⠀✔︎ Yoimiya
Either a 3/10 or an 8/10. It’s a bit of a coin flip because, all things considered, Yoimiya knows how to paint nails pretty decently. The main problem is that when she does your nails, she’ll converse with you, and she seems like the type to talk with her hands a lot. Depending on the story that Yoimiya tells you, you’ll either end up with good-looking nails or ones that looked like kinda messy, since Yoimiya got a little too into it.
⠀✔︎ Childe
10/10. HOLLA if you disagree w me you’re wrong. Childe has a family with sisters, and I’m assuming at least one of them is younger than him. He probably learned it over time, doing his sister’s nails bc the other girls made fun of her :(( So now, Childe is an absolute pro of a nail technician–– he knows all the basics of doing nails, know the tips for nail care, and can literally make your nails look so good? Like, they’re well-painted and not thick at all. Even when he files your nails, he does that thing where he only files it going in one direction. Absolutely astounding, how good he is at doing nails. Never do your own nails again–– Childe is more than happy to use his years worth of hard-earned nail expertise on you.
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genshxn · 2 days ago
OKOK IM A MLM AND THE YOUNGER SIBLING STEALING THE S/O PHONE IS RLLY CUTE BUT BUT BUT I LOVE QIQI BUT BUT COULD YOU PUT A MAN CHARACTER IN GANYU PLACE? (IM SO SORRY ABT THE CAPS BUT IM SO AINSISNSISNSISNISNS ABT THAT /POS)
hope you like baizhu and xiao lmfao
-> child/younger sibling steals s/o’s phone
warnings ; none
Baizhu
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ddarker-dreams · 2 days ago
honestly kazuha seems like the type to like secretly kiss your strawberries and when he sees you eat them gets all happy in a creepy way 😭
it's always the quiet ones... although his word count expands exceptionally when he's in your presence, the man is going improv soliloquies dedicated to your beauty at all hours of the day once you get to know him. so this may or may not even apply.
you'll notice that he's staring at you, almost expectant, when you bite down into your strawberry. he won't tell you why if you ask, or just shrugs it off. kazuha's already kissed you a few times, but this is different. it feels more intimate somehow. he's the only one who possesses the knowledge that what you're doing now is an indirect kiss, isn't that romantic? it makes his stomach erupt into butterflies. especially if you wrap your lips around the strawberries to really savor it. being out at sea or living off the wild has taught you to appreciate fresh food; you've had to sustain yourself off non perishables for too long.
not to mention the gleam the strawberry juice leaves on your lips. it's like lip gloss, he swears, how it coats your mouth and makes it appear all the more tantalizing. it'll be one of the few times he spaces out while you speak. his mind is in the gutter as he admires the curve of your lips, the gentle red tint from the strawberries, the light fruity scent... aaaand now he's leaning in. you don't mind, do you? he worked oh so hard to get you this treat. so now you're his treat to indulge in.
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severedftaes · a day ago
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we will be reunited .
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THOMA was patient. he’d waited for you. he’d worried for you. he missed you. he remembered the pang in his heart as you told him of your departure, and the doubt he hid in between smiles of your reassurances of your safety and return. but ... he should trust you, right? right. but that still didn't stop him from wistfully staring at the empty seat across his at the teahouse, or the longing stares across his bed in the mornings spent without you. and yet here he was, waiting again at the very same harbor where you had first met. he fiddled with the hem of his jacket, verdant eyes darting back and forth to the waters of east and west. would you be alright? he huffed at the thought, mentally slapping himself for being such a worrywart. he trusted you. he always did, didn't he? he continued to stare off into the vast expanse of sea. then, finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the mighty oars of the crux rolled into the harbor’s neighboring waters. he jumped up, enthusiastic as ever, he ran to meet you at the pier, his heart pounding in such a way that could rival the repetitive thumps of a taiko drum. he reached you, skidding to a stop as he basked in your presence, watching you as you smiled. he picked you up as sudden as his arrival before you, spinning you around, the memories of your first meeting and the realization of the present resonating in parallel. he sighed in relief as he put you down gently, his features breaking into a grin as he sank into your loving gaze. “i missed you, you know that?” he said, placing his hands on either sides of your shoulders. you laughed. "of course i did, dummy. i missed you, too." you smiled once more, looking into his bright green irises as he leaned in for a kiss. giggling slightly as you pecked him on the lips, you swerved around from his embrace, preventing him from doing anything further. "now ... where was that hotpot you promised me?" you strode onwards towards the maple-red port, grinning as you turned to look back at your lover's bewildered expression as he struggled to catch up to you. "hey, wait! you stole my kiss, you ...!"  
at his usual perch, XIAO surveyed the midnight-covered plateau of bishui plain. no names were muttered that night, nor were there any mortal lives in need of saving. it was ... silent, in a way that an adeptus like him would find concerning. but maybe it felt more calming, given that this was his daily routine for as long as he could remember. but ... something was missing, somehow. the karmic residue that settled in his veins had pooled thicker ever since you left. he wondered why. he trusted you, of course, in your ability to protect yourself and your promises of return. just when had you promised, again? he was beginning to forget. it had been so long since he had felt the warmth of your touch. then, as if on cue, he heard the distant rumbling of the inn's elevator come to a stop, and footsteps he instantly recognized resounded across the wooden planks. his breath hitched as he set his spear aside, and turned to see your lovely face in the light of the moon. "i'm home, XIAO." he offered you a rare smile in return to yours. you hummed cheekily as you pecked him on the forehead, right where the aquamarine mark shone on the crown of his head. he flushed, his warm demeanor changing as he was about to snap back with a sharp retort. "i brought a plate of almond tofu. would you like to share?" he grinning slightly. oh, how much he had missed you. 
the feeling of loneliness was something KAZUHA would endure many times in his wandering life. he could never complain, after all. it was his own choice, his own promise that was forged. but you by his side was a blessing he would never take for granted. you just being there would help ebb away at the emptiness that had started to eat his heart whole. you were the hope that lit the end of the tunnel, the sun on his darkest of days. your smile was what would keep him going, the determination in his eyes fueled by your unerring love. but when you left, it was as if you took a piece of his heart with you. you promised that you would return. you promised. so why weren’t you here? with him? by his side, once more? beidou would tell him that he needn’t worry. you had fought by his side in many battles after all. you were the one that would dress his wounds and whisper sweet nothings in his ears to make the pain go away. he would sigh in defeat and retreat to his cabin, writing yet another letter whose address was unknown. he would watch the sun rise and fall beyond the rocky hills of guyun, and sink far below the watery depths of the sea. he would sit at the crow’s nest, lost in his misery. was this how your story would end? he would watch the milling people of the harbor come and go, and not a single one had your familiar smile plastered across their face. then, on one sunny morning, he saw you. the dawn was shining down on your face as you raced across the harbor. he would stand there, stunned, as you tackled him onto the sunlit deck of the crux, your hearts beating in tandem to the rolling waves of the ocean. he felt tears roll down his cheeks as he whispered in your ear. “you came back.” “of course i did. why wouldn’t i?” he breathed once more, inhaling your familiar scent. wherever in the world you may roam, you were one, together. two souls bound to their hearts forevermore. 
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A/N ; happy end-of-ebg! <3 i’m sorry that i couldn’t write for more characters haha :’)
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dr3ken · 3 days ago
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genshin men + seasons
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zhongli likes winter, but to be specific, the cusp of winter. when it isn't too cold, but the sun shines merrily and warms the very marrow of his bones. he uses winter as an excuse to indulge in his dressing more than usual - he folds his shirts every morning, smoothens his heavy blazer and enjoys the way your hands flit with his tie. he likes spending his time sitting on the veranda, soaking up the sun and having his tea, because there is something so warm about the verge of winter that he can't help but to take your hands in his, trace circles on the back of them, and to truly feel as if he is whole.
diluc likes spring. he likes the promise of blossoms and the bursts of colour when he looks out of his window to the vast expanse of the winery, but most of all, he likes the way you walk with a spring in your step, a flower tucked in your hair, and the way the life around him accentuates the gentle lilt in your voice when you laugh and everything around you that seems so much more vivid. yes, diluc likes spring because with the season comes the promise of life coming to full blossom - and he thinks that is rather beautiful.
kaeya likes winter, true to popular opinion. he likes the crunch of snow underfoot, the crackling of fires and the bite of the wind underneath his faux furs. he used to be scared of the quiet melancholy that winter brings, and the bitter memories, too, but now that he has you to return home to - along with a warm bed and fine wine, he knows that it is more of a comfortable quiet now. he likes seeing the glow of lights inside the houses of mondstadt (perhaps it reminds him of his hometown) as snowflakes fall, the ring of the church bell, your arms looped in his and the short puffs of breath that you huff out when he throws a snowball at you. to him, what was once the saddest season of all holds promise of a future in which he is comfortable, and dare he say, happy once and for all.
childe likes monsoon, though winter is a close contender. winter reminds him of snezhnaya, his family, and teucer, and unlike kaeya those are things he would rather not fully confront - yet. for now, he is at home in the sounds and scents of red earth and pouring rain. he enjoys splashing around in puddles and picking wildflowers after a storm for you - you put them in a glass vase at the dining table. purple one day, yellow the next, and day after, who knows? he likes the unpredictability of the weather and the fickle hide and seek that the sun and the clouds play. it ignites impulse in him (moreso than usual), and an unbidden form of hope, that seeps through the cracks of his being, mending him wherever it can, till he is radiating. it's nice to see him like that, you think.
albedo likes summer. he does not say it (as he does with most things he enjoys a lot), but there is something about the heat that perhaps sends his brain into a little short-circuit, because he relaxes. the days are slow, spent at cafes or in your company, reading books that he doesn't quite pay attention to that much out loud in your lap, with the sounds of music filtering in from the church. the evenings are humid, but he sees the fireflies flit in and out of the window to your room, and the moon shine with a renewed glow after the sweltering days, and albedo tells you he loves you under the stars, because you aren't just something he enjoys a lot, but someone.
thoma likes autumn. it gives him a chance to review just how well the year has been passing. the yellow-gold leaves seem like symbols of fine ageing and longevity - something he earnestly desires with you. the season ignites something rather calm in him, something sparkling and hopeful. something like returning to mondstadt and passing the rest of his days with you and growing old with each year's falling of red-and-orange leaves, seeing his children run around in the courtyard and kissing the wrinkles around your eyes when you laugh. he likes autumn because it makes him feel alive and alive in the best way possible.
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kxxaeya · 2 days ago
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Pegging?! [Xiao x GN!Reader, Kaeya x GN!Reader 18+] PT 2
TW: NSFW, pegging🥸
PT 1 here.
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“Sorry love, but my ass is off limits to anyone but myself.”
Would just love when you keep begging him to let you peg him, having on that stupid cocky smirk while he shakes his head.
Would actually be one of the many few who would like to try it out, but he still wanted the satisfaction of seeing you beg on your poor little red knees.
Probably would have thought about bringing this subject up before you even thought about it, but he kept that guilty pleasure too himself for just a little while before you mentioned it.
“You agreed kaeya, so please stop struggling. Can you just sit still for a minute?”
“I-I’m trying cutie, but when you p-put your fingers there it doesn’t really help the situation much.” He said as his head was looking away from your with some sort of embarrassment.
He was currently sat on a counter with his legs spread wide open for you to see, not that he was embarrassed about that since you have seen each other naked many times before.
The embarrassing thing was you seated in between his legs while your fingers pried open his virgen hole, scissoring them up into him while he grunted out.
“I’m trying to get you ready, you don’t want me to go all in now do you?”
Although his body tingled he still managed to put on his famous smirk, one of his hands unhinging from the counter to pull your chin up and face him.
“Well I’m sure I could take it.”
“Oh? Can you now… let’s test that then, shall we?”
He watched as you stood up, lining up the the base into his hole before slowly pushing in. His breath hitched harshly, you put lube on didn’t you? Why.. why did it still hurt like hell.
“God, fuck…. Is- is that the best you got? L-little one..”
Suddenly, you starting pushing in and out of him with force. Both of your bodies bouncing against one another while you fucked him.
Hands gripping his shoulders to fuck him back onto you, while his own hands gripped you waist, nails digging in harshly.
By now, both of you were sweating and panting, one more then the other.
“God! Just- argh.. slow-slow-slow down please!”
“Oh can’t take it now? What happend to the big cocky kaeya I know of hm?”
You stopped, hands moving up to be half behind you head cockily as if to try and tease him, which was of course going to work.
“What-what are you doing?”
“If you wish to feel good, then you should do it yourself… what? We went frozen in place are we?”
“D-dont push your luck….”
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“No”
Probably didn’t know what it is, but still disagrees with it anyways. Also probably didn’t want to know.
Only while your pleading to him do you actually explain what it is, and you laugh when his face erupts into a bright shade of red.
“W-WHAT?! Why would you want t-to do that?!”
Just like diluc, would not agree for a long, long time. Also getting tired of your constant whining does he finally agree, with a red face of course.
“T-this position is not the most.. appealing.”
“Well it is the most efficient way for me to ‘yknow.. reach all the deep spots.” You laughed, watching as his shaking lips trembled with fear.
As of now, you laid your back onto the soft mattress while he sat atop of you. Knees planted on either side of your body while his uneasy hands gripped onto your chest for dear life, trying to give himself some sort of leisure.
He watched your hands apply some sort of gel to the ‘murder weapon’ you said it would help it slid in more easier.
“Here.. sit up.” He did as he was told and ascended his body upward, watching you align this thing? Into his uhm.. ass.
His breath hitched when he felt it push into him, not used to the feeling.
“There there, pretty boy. It will hurt at first, but I assure you… you’ll feel amazing in just a moment.”
He didn’t trust your sinister words, only knowing betrayal as you pushed into him. It stung a lot, and he was sure it would hurt a lot of days after.
You slowly push in and out of him, gripping his hips down to get all the way in.
“Argh.. j-just please don’t.. break me.”
“Oh. I’m sorry love, but this is going to hurt me more then it hurts you…”
What? What do you mean by th- ARGH!
Your hips slammed into him harshly, making him bounce against your sex while you abused his hole with your stupid toy.
When did the good feeling kick in? Cause right now all he felt was a burning sensation in his stomach.
“Get ready xiao, cause you’re in for a bumpy ride.”
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unboxingaparadox · a day ago
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Yandere Highschool Au
^ The only thing about a highschool Au i'm keeping is when they all call you Senpai or as a joke, Senpapi. the archons here are the student council along w/ you, the Principal of said council and like Kakeguri (i hope thats spelled right) there's no Headmaster because you are also the Headmaster. here's snippets of info for the au nd whatnot. i'll try to include Paimon in this
Teyvat Highschool: Has two floors and a basement rather than a rooftop; mainly to avoid..... accidents. 1/2 of the is storage for abandoned/outdated school equipment and the other..... is unknown. no one, is the long history of the school had the bravery to traverse to the end and back. only few get another 1/4 of the way there. this school tips to the pricey side, hence the gorgeous courtyards and lush trees. students are free to pick their own classes w/ the courses provided with the necessary teachers. finals are at the end of every semester
Venti: easily the friendliest and talkative of the current student council. thought to be the youngest, but isnt. has a problem of sneaking alcohol onto school grounds and has a knack for mastering any instrument he gets ahold of. teaches students archery and music if available. mainly handles the music portion of any school concerts nd events with Jean, Barbara, Xinyan, nd Kazuha. handles any student affair he comes across with the most peaceful way possible; he may get physical w the delinquents. Jean ends up handling the internal student affairs in his place; therefore ends up constantly overworked. always volunteers to help you with any work you have nd drags you to take breaks alongside Jean, much to everyone's relief. gifts you cecilias 'randomly' which Zhongli disagrees with since youre the Headmaster, not some ordinary student. 2nd clingiest person
Zhongli: considered to be the oldest and most knowledgable of the student council. doesnt talk to people much outside of the student council excluding Ganyu, Xiao, and Ningguang; however, he's always ready to listen to whatever you want to talk about and remembers details you forgot. Ganyu and Xiao act as his officers, making sure people follow school rules and the like. manages the finances of the school alongside Ningguang, the school treasury. he's also responsible for teaching the martial arts students. doesnt have alot of money but surprisingly always has enough for you, regardless of the cost. claims he gets it from the money he saved up, though you suspect he steals from the school's funds without having hard evidence on him. doesnt understand the concept of 'alone time' as he's nearly almost always seen with Ningguang discussing the school's finances. this carries onto him collaberating w/ you since he thinks there's nothing wrong w/ bein in someone else's company
Baal: 1st clingiest member nd considered to be "one of the middle kids". she holds control over school field trips and events along with Sara, Ayaka, and Yae. knows every rumor that runs aeound school despite being the least friendliest and least willing to talk to anyone that isnt her fellow council members or attendants. never denies doing anything with you if/when asked nd secretly 'deals' with the negative rumors about you. unfortunately, this causes students to think you played a hand in getting rid of said rumors, which leads to the widespread of a few more. always seats herself next to you during school trips if you're going and volunteers to watch the school with you if you aren't. took over the 3rd seat when her twin sister had to resign due to a terminal illness. gets annoyed quickly with other students except for those she regularly talks to; typically accompanies you with work unless planning an event or trip.
The Twins: your personal attendants and handle everything else that concerns with the students; meaning they work with Jean alot. it's rare to see neither or one by your side due to them having somewhat intense seperation anxiety thats unfortunately partialy carried over to you. you chalk it up to just the twins being cautious of losing the other since they both lost their parents (their seperation anxiety with you goes SO much deeper). not much about them is known to other students/student council; even to you. they'll tell you all about them in due time, but only after the others are dealt with first. very honest with you yet they openly lie to others, except to Venti, Zhongli nd Baal. both live for the attention and praise you give them.
The Delinquents: no one bothers nor cares to know their actual names and personalities. believed to act under the 7th council member's will, though it is unconfirmed yet rumored to be true. every important delinquent is given a codename; the 7th member herself is called The Tsaritsa by the group. Childe is the more friendlier of them, talking to anyone nd everyone nd tried to be buddies with the twins. somehow acquaintances with Zhongli. he flirts with you as private as privacy can be when the twins are constantly with you. Scaramouche denies his love for you but wants to get closer as well. his 'nice' side has alot of prickly edges but you notice he's actually trying to get on your good side. La Signora has numerous secret admirers but she has her eyes set on one person; you. confident with her looks and charms yet doesnt know how to approach you. unfazed by the twins' hidden dirty looks and glares. tries to approach you in a professional manner with as much kindess as her once frozen heart can put. all 3 of them have somewhat violent tendencies + personalities of varying degress, but their anger and cruel words will never in a hundred years be directed at you.
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kaeyatic · 2 days ago
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—𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡
pairing: childe x afab!reader
w/c: 2k
warning: smut, 18+ content, minors dni
disclaimer: no set use of pronouns, college au, drug use (marijuana), creampies, fingering, porn with plot
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Just like clockwork, the fall semester was starting up once more. Students from all across the world flocked back to their universities. Some, happy they are free from the clutches and rules of being at home with parents and guardians. Others, unsatisfied by the classes they would be partaking in on Monday. One thing everyone could agree on though, things would relatively be back to normal as they were before everyone left.
Your head slowly nodded to the beat of your headphones, lips mouthing the words as if they were your own. Your hands retrieved another shirt from your suitcase, unfolding it and putting in on a hanger. It seems like you’d been unpacking for forever, clothes thrown on your dorm bed before you put them in a closet. Thankfully, your suitcase was now empty. Zipping the clunky object, you pushed it under your bed where it would remain until winter or summer break.
A small smile crept up on your lips, satisfied with the work that you’ve done so far. You’d have the entire dorm to yourself until tomorrow. Lisa was always the type to wait as long as she could before coming back on campus.
You reached down to your cellphone, getting ready to text Lisa you made it to the dorm safely, you felt someone taking your headphones off. With a gasp, you turned around. Cyan eyes gazed over at you, brimming with mischievously and amusement. A cruel smirk was plastered on his thin pink lips, ginger hair covered from the expensive black beanie he was wearing. You let out a sigh, ripping your headphones out of his grasp as he snickered.
“What? I figured you’d miss me,” Childe murmured out. You rolled your eyes, trying to fight the smile on your lips. You slowly walked into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. His head nuzzled into your hair, his grip on you slightly tighter than before. Childe usually wasn’t this clingy.
Your neighbor was an interesting one. The two of you met when he knocked loudly on your door, demanding you and Lisa turn down your music since “your shitty music was blaring into his room”. It seemed like anytime he saw you, he’d let out a scoff or glare over at you—classes were no exception to this Marine Biology major.
Things were relatively sour between you until you found out you had the same dealer at a party the two of you attended. Instead of mingling with the drunken, high or crossed student body smushed in a small house, the two of you passed a bong on the rooftop. He showed another side of himself that night. He wasn’t the irritating, annoying red-head you took him for—that was just the surface.
Thus an informal relationship blossomed between you. You weren’t exactly “together”—you had no idea if he even wanted a serious relationship—but you were happy with what you had.
His kisses, his touches, his time, his attention.
You leaned out of his warm touch. His hands retreated to his jacket pockets.
“I did miss you, asshole. You shouldn’t have scared me like that. I figured you would be busy with Scaramouche or unpacking,” you replied. Childe shrugged, taking a seat on the purple ottoman Lisa always had for guests.
“Your door was open you dingus, or did you forget you put the doorstop in? Plus, Scara isn’t coming until tonight,” he replied. You chuckled, crossing your arms and leaning onto your bed.
“Aw, was the poor baby lonely?—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Childe whined. You let another laugh out satisfied by Childe’s behavior. He could be so needy sometimes, but you couldn’t blame him. It’s been about a month since he saw you last.
“Okay, okay, chill out. Was your summer break okay? You seemed kinda thrilled to be back,” you stated. Childe clicked his tongue, unsatisfied with your question.
“...Work is interesting. It was nice seeing my siblings and all. Why wouldn’t I be happy to be back,” he asked back. You shrugged this time.
“Hmmm, dumb college kids messing with you? I don’t know,” you giggled. He sighed, rubbing the back of his head, an unamused expression plastered on his face.
“You’re lucky I like you, (Y/n). I also came over to see if you wanted to see Thoma and get our fill for the month. I don’t want to go alone because he likes to charge me extra for no reason,” he murmured. There was a reason for that all right. Thoma enjoyed messing with Childe after all.
“Nah, I actually saw him earlier today. Why, are you trying to bum some off of him? Freeloader,” you teased. He narrowed his eyes towards you.
“We smoke right now, and I’ll buy us take-out later. Deal?” he muttered, talking over to the door to fully close it. You let out a sigh, walking over to your drawer where you stashed your weed, grinder, and lighter.
“I’m holding you to that, freeloader.”
“Quit calling me a freeloader. Don’t make me remind of all the times I had to spot and pay you for shit you wanted,” he argued back, putting your clothes in the closet to free up space on your bed.
“And I’m grateful for that,” you joked. You bent down retrieving the crystal bong you hid during the break. You felt a gaze on your backside, causing a smug look on your face hidden from Childe. You leaned up, looking back at Childe momentarily, pink spreading on his pale cheeks causing you to laugh again.
“God, you’re such a dork,” you snickered. Childe grunted but remained quiet. He couldn’t even think of a retort back. Things you relatively quiet as you prep everything. Childe opened a window so the smell wouldn’t spread throughout the halls. The last thing you need is the RA reprimanding you the day you got back.
You took a hit of it, blowing the cloud of smoke until it dissipated into the cold air. You passed the bong over to Childe, taking a large hit, mirroring your behavior by blowing the smoke out the window. The two of you repeated this action over and over, welcoming the airy feeling in your head seemingly relaxing any amount of tension in your body.
Tunes softly played from your phone, as you curled yourself on your bed. Childe took one last hit, placing the bong on the ground. He slowly crawled on top of you, resting his head in between your stomach and breast. Feeling his hands tracing shapes on your side, you took his beanie off, weaving your hands through his hair.
“...Can I ask you something serious without you acting like an asshole,” he murmured. You looked down at him, eyebrow quirked up. Usually, when he was high, Childe remained quiet opting to enjoy the peace of it all rather than letting his anger or mischief take up everything. He generally wasn’t even serious.
“Yeah. What’s on your mind,” your murmured, stroking his head. He let out a deep sigh, pressing his face into your stomach further.
“Let’s just say...I wanted us to be exclusive. Just you and me. You not messing with any other people. Me not messing with any other people. ...Would that be okay?” he muttered. You stopped stroking his head, confused as to what brought this on. You didn’t mind being in an exclusive relationship with Childe, you welcomed it. You just wondered what led to this.
“...Yeah. I’d like that a lot honestly. I thought you wouldn’t be down for anything like that so I didn’t bring it up,” you responded.
“I thought I wouldn’t be, to be honest. But, over the break, I couldn’t get the idea of other people being with you. Or if you ended up finding a serious relationship once we got onto campus and you breaking things off with me. It sucked. I hated it so much…” he confessed.
“Look, I like you a lot and I don’t want to give this up. If catching feelings makes me weak, I don’t care. I just...I want you so fucking bad,” he muttered, moving his head to cover his mouth on your stomach.
You’re eyes softened, leaning over and gently lifting his head up. Through his bloodshot eyes, he gazed at you wide up as you met his lips. He welcomed the kiss back, propping himself up so he could kiss you with much more passion. You felt his teeth nibbling at your bottom lip, his intentions clear to you. You slightly open your mouth, letting him properly enter as his cold fingertips traveled under your shirt.
You squeezed your thighs together, eager to please the arousal beginning to pool. Childe leaned away—a strain of saliva connecting your glossy lips together—only to attach himself on your neck. He nibbled at the skin, teased it until he heard you moan. The sensitive skin was slowly sucked on, a hickey clearly forming. His hands pulled on your waistband, tugging them down to reveal your panties.
One hand remain on your thigh, squeezing the plush skin as the other entered your clothes panties, slowly rubbing your clit. You let out a moan, feeling his calloused fingers pressing on the bundle of nerves.
“So fucking wet already? I think you did miss me after all,” Childe muttered. His hot breath made your body shivered. Two fingers pressed into your entrance slowly pushing themselves in. A whine escaped your lips feeling him slowly move his thick fingers in and out of you. His thumb remained at your clit, pressing circles on it.
“God, you’re so hot. You’re already so tight on my fingers,” he groaned. The pace of his fingers increased as your hips lifted up unconsciously from the attention.
“Fuck...Childe...ah!” you moaned out. Satisfied to hear his name come from your lips, he gave you a quick peck and retrieved his fingers wet with your essence. He placed the wet fingers in his mouth, and let out a moan.
“Taste just as sweet too…” he mumbled. Childe quickly took his shirt off, throwing it on the ground, showing off his fit form to you. He slowly pulled his jeans and briefs down, cock springing up on his chest. He pumped his length a few times, precum slightly dripping down from his pink head. As he positioned himself, he rubbed his tip into you, causing you to moan in frustration.
“Childe, fucking please...put it in already,” you whined. Childe let out a chuckle slowly inserting himself into you.
“Fucking needy…mmm” he whispered, before bottoming out. You were squeezing him so tight already, your legs firmly pressing on his hips. Childe thrust up abruptly, watching your breast move up with his tempo. His hands pressed themselves with yours, fingertips slowly weaving into one another.
“F-Fuck...you’re the only one that can make me feel this way. This pussy is mine, do you understand?” he growled, palm slapping down on your thigh. You gasp from the sudden pain, back arching back.
“Y-Yes Childe...this pussy is only for you,” you moaned. Childe pressed his face onto your neck, hand squeeze on your breast tightly as his momentum increase. The sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room, drowning out the music that was playing. The scent of sex and weed mixing with one another.
“I’m gonna cum, fuck. Ah...shit!” Childe cursed out, furrowing his eyebrows. He let go of your chest, rubbing on your clit again.
“Cum, cum for me baby,” he demanded. You loudly called out his name, as you reached your high, body quivering as a result. Childe sucked his breath in feeling you squeeze tighter around him. Childe promptly stopped his thrust, his cum painting your insides white as he groaned out your name.
Heavy breaths escaped him, as he looked down at you with a smile. He leaned down firmly planting another kiss on your lips. He didn’t know what it was, but you always seemed to glow once he finished with you. Your chest heaving up, a small smile on your glossy lips—it was always beautiful to him. You were beautiful to him.
“You’re gonna have to help me clean my sheets…” you said catching your breath as Childe toppled on top of you. Childe should have known you would have said something smart back at him. It didn’t matter though.
“Yeah, yeah… I’ll do it after I buy dinner for us…” he murmured wrapped his arms around your sweaty body.
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sohyuki · a day ago
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DILUC; tender ⎯ diluc holds you like you are his sun, his source of energy. prior to your relationship, diluc would unconsciously seek out your touch or presence throughout the day. his day becomes infinitely better when he is holding you in any way. being the head of the ragnvindr household, as well as his duties at the winery and bar with his nightly vigilante escapades, diluc tends to shoulder the pressure of obligations on his own and rarely lets it slip that he too can get overwhelmed at times. with you however, he feels like he can just relax and not have to put up a strong front. the two of you will lay in bed together, talking about anything and everything with your hands interlaced, simply enjoying each other’s company. he'll play with your fingers occasionally while he talks and when he’s done, or when either of you have to leave, he’ll bring your hand up to his lips, kiss your knuckles before whispering his love to you. 
“stay by my side. you’re all i need.” 
KAEYA; cocky ⎯ kaeya holds your hand with the smuggest smile you’ve ever seen on anyone’s face. he’s so proud that you’re his other half that if you’re in public, there’s a high chance he’ll have your hand in his. if you're busy and not giving him enough attention, he'll reach for your hand and not let it go until you give him a kiss. kaeya will also hold your hand to get the upper hand in anything. if the two of you are arguing, he’ll probably stand there and let you let off all your steam first. when you walk away, annoyed at his silence throughout the ordeal, he’ll reach out to grab your hand and spin you around to pull you in close and wrap his hands around your waist. he’ll pepper kisses all over your face as you try to hide the undeniable smile stretching across your face. 
“i can’t stay mad at you. you’re gonna be the death of me.”
GOROU; childlike ⎯ gorou wants to show you the world and more. he wants to show you everything and anything he think will make you smile. if the two of you are out and about in town, and he sees something he needs to show you, like the wares at the street market of bourou village, he’ll grab your hand and drag you over to look. if he senses you feeling down, gorou will grab your hand and swing it back and forth, something he knows will always leave you smiling, if only the slightest bit. gorou will clasp your hand together and bring it to his chest, just over his heart with a boyish grin spread across his lips.
“your hand is mine to hold. and that makes me the luckiest person in the world.” 
KAZUHA; shy ⎯ kazuha is usually very in tune with his emotions. except, of course, when it came to you. at the beginning, kazuha wouldn’t even entertain the idea of reaching out for your hand first (no matter how much he wanted to). most of the time, if the two of you were holding hands, it was probably through your initiation. as the relationship progressed and kazuha became more comfortable around you, he found himself being the one to reach out first. he’s embarrassed at how nervous it used to make him but now his hands search for yours out of instinct. he surprises himself when he realizes how much he does. when the two of you are out and he looks down, his hand is in yours. when he’s contemplating the verses of a haiku, he’ll look down at your lap to see them clasped together on your thigh. when he spends the night, he’ll wake up to your hand in his. when he’s nervous, he’ll grab your hand and place it on his lips. kazuha sometimes reaches out to compare the sizes of your hands and when you least expect it, he’ll close his hand to wrap it around yours.
“i like the way your hand fits into mine.”
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jade-parcels · 2 days ago
For the alphabet nsfw. Can I request A, B, C, D and X? For baizhu, diluc and venti please (・∀・)
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- NOTSFW!! Minors don’t interact with this post! -
*I’m not taking notsfw alphabet requests anymore!! Just finishing up the ones I haven’t posted yet!!*
Venti:
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Venti doesn’t have any interest in cleaning up, he just wants to lay there with you and bask in that post-sex glow. If you nag him enough, he’ll go get a wet washcloth to clean you both off so you can cuddle without being sticky lmao. He is gentle though, he’s sure to give you lots of praise and kisses! But you can’t be stingy, you gotta give him kisses too ofc :)
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Venti is a tits/chest man through and through. He loves burying his face in your chest only to grin up at you mischievously. His favorite part of himself are probably his eyes, he’s always been told he has pretty eyes and he can’t help but agree. His eyes are the only part of his form that are his
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He looooves coming on your chest and then slowly licking it off of you, letting his hands wander and grope wherever he wants as he does. He’ll make sure to kiss you too so you can have a taste~
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
As the Anemo archon, Venti can change his physical form whenever he pleases. Sooo…He really wishes he could take on your form and fuck you that way, mimic your expressions and use your voice to moan the same way you do. He just thinks it would be fun and hot. He just doesn’t know how to ask to do something like this, it isn’t exactly normal 0-0
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
A solid 5 inches, no curve and no pubes, he doesn’t have any body hair, just smooth skin all over. He could always change forms if you want…or just to see what you can take
Baizhu:
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Very worn out and clingy. He isn’t usually clingy but after sex, he wants to hold you close to cherish that warm, floaty feeling for a little bit longer. He’ll make you come take a bath with him, he can’t stand going to bed sticky! he’ll be a grump the next morning if he wakes up with dried cum on his hands or stomach
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Like Venti, Baizhu thinks his best feature is his eyes, he kinda struggles with body image stuff because he’s weak and sickly but one thing he’s always liked are his snakelike eyes. His favorite part of you is your neck/shoulders/collarbone area. He likes kissing at the soft skin there or nuzzling into your neck to breathe in your perfume
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Baizhu has to deal with bodily fluids of all kinds on a near daily basis so he isn’t the biggest fan of…messes. He prefers coming in you or in your mouth cause that’s less cleanup for him lmao what a jerk
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Baizhu isn’t the most ethical doctor in the world, he does sell ‘herbs’ to the Fatui. He is skilled in making all kinds of drugs and that included horny herbal meds. He’s taken them by himself before while you were away on commission runs. He underestimated the strength of them and found himself profusely sweating while humping your pillow. Then he passed out. Baizhu woke up 12 hours later surrounded by your clothes, covered in cum and with the most insane headache he’s ever had in his life. Never again. And he’ll never tell you what went down that day…not like he really knows either, which makes it even scarier
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
His is a good 6 and a halfish inches long with a pretty, upward curve. The head of his cock always flushes pink when he’s hard, just give it a kiss. He keeps his pubes nicely trimmed. He’s always clean, he takes bathing seriously 💀
Diluc:
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Very protective, he’ll hold you tight against his sweaty chest and press a kiss to the top of your head before falling asleep. You’ll have to shake him back awake so you two can get cleaned up and even then, once you do, he’ll want to resume this position :) he loves holding you, especially when you’re both nude and he can feel your warm skin against his
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Diluc likes his own hands and arms, he’s pretty muscular so he’s allowed to like his figure! And he loves the way his hands look on your waist or around your thighs. His favorite part of you is probably your lips/mouth. He loves kissing you, making you smile, feeling your mouth on his neck and chest. Yeah… ;)
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
His gentlemanly nature wouldn’t lead you to believe he enjoys being messy but he does. He loves fucking you silly, watching his cum ooze out of you. Other than coming inside you, he loves how your face and chest looks glistening with his cum. Diluc’s dirty, repressed fantasies~
D and X -> here
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zalyyy · 2 days ago
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synopsis: it’s without question that you’re in love with him, but how worthy does your partner deem himself of receiving it?
character/s: childe, xiao
note: hello!! this will just be a short one before the 300 followers milestone special <33
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CHILDE
well, of course he thinks he’s worthy of it! just feast your eyes upon the inconceivable magnitude of his ego, it’s clearly impossible to falter his own faith in himself.
after all, childe was practically the most ideal example of a perfect boyfriend - undeniably attractive, filthy rich, terrifying intelligent and powerful in over a million ways…what more could any other woman want from him?
but you didn’t love him for all those materialistic features - rather you instead adored childe’s benevolence with the welfare of his family, cherished the rough yet chivalrous sensation of his teasing kisses, loved the sliver of innocence breathing in his bones despite tainting himself with blood over and over again.
and he thinks you’re foolish to be enamored by him for silly and simple reasons…after all you didn’t need to feel ashamed if you confessed that you wanted him for something else - it was only understandable to desire the fatui harbinger like so, as childe was a man of very many things. again, very egoistic.
if you asked him in return on what he loved about you, he would smile and say that he particularly found your rowdy and uproarious laughter the most endearing. “your opinion, i suppose.” you would retort to the unexpected comment with a frown and creased eyebrows.
he would look up towards the dotted stars in the sky, and admit that he loved the way you looked beneath the filmy sheets in dawn-soaked mornings - your hair wild and untamed, your little button of a nose turned up with a dreamy smile on your half-parted lips, and the slight stream of drool marked across your cheek as evidence of a comfortable rest. “that’s just disgusting.” you would remark once more, features scrunched up in utter disbelief.
“see, that’s how i felt upon knowing the things you loved about me.” childe snorts in amusement, while running his calloused fingers through your locks of hair as you lean on his chest.
“i hate you.” he recalled hearing you mutter beneath your breath, while your fingers absentmindedly traced his pale cheek with intimacy.
“you know you love me.” he would reply with a fond smile, secretly admiring the giddy and beautiful smile plastered on your face at his affectionate words.
but it only was after childe had finally lost his own sanity along the treacherous path of serving his archon, and succumbed to the overwhelming guilt of his heinous crimes - when he eventually admitted to himself the bitter phrase, “i hate myself.”,
that you stood above his lonely gravestone and whispered with tears in your eyes, “you know i love you.”
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XIAO
we’re all pretty much aware of his curt yet selfless behavior towards mortals.
therefore it’s only natural he thinks he can never be worthy of such pure and forbidden emotions like yours.
xiao will admit that he’s traitorously allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to have anything and everything the world had to offer, but as soon as you stepped into the picture - nothing was deemed worthy of having anymore unless it was you.
but he’s almost certain you’d easily crumble with a fragile shatter before he was capable of loving you - that is why he never dares to desire or dream of holding you in his hands, even if it was merely your fleeting shadow.
and yet, you’re still so persistent - so generous in allowing him to fall without restraint, too kind to accept his ugly flaws and the blood he’s spilled all across the ground for countless centuries, and it feels like he’s crossing a prohibited border when he wishes that his life had just been a simple and temporary journey shared with you.
as he stares at your unconscious frame and the little smile painted on your lips from a lovely dream, the weed of insecurity in his dirty heart tells him that this is the only way to do it…the only way to help you realize that the love you deserved wasn’t one he himself was capable of offering.
so he disappears one night - and curses himself for always coming back to watch you wake up alone and drowning in tears, a consistent and heartbreaking routine for the ensuing mornings to come.
xiao will forever be haunted by the sight of it…and even more so when he returns to his spot one night, just to witness you bidding goodnight to another stranger who eventually took his side of the bed.
he’ll never tell you that he saw you break yourself over and over again, until you finally found someone to help pick up the pieces for you. he’d never admit to you that he watched you grow happy in that old and familiar house with another man, never divulge to anyone how seeing your young children scamper across the living room still tears his heart a little, never let himself forget the fact that this was a decision that was needed to be made for the sake of protecting his homeland…and ultimately you.
the you that accidentally caught a glimpse of the adeptus’ fleeing frame one lonely night, the you that had initially degraded it to a hallucination yet still witnessed the repetitive sight of it every evening - the you that never found the courage to call him out, and instead bitterly resorted to donning a ring onto your lonely finger, because it helped you pretend like xiao was still the person you were spending the rest of your transient mortal life with.
and he’s sorry that you had to make yourself feel that way, sorry that he could never allow himself to grow old and wrinkly beside you, sorry he left that distant night because he was too tainted and you were blinded to not realize you deserved better - sorry he could never learn how to love like you.
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gowriarun · a day ago
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From my heart
Warnings: jealousy, eavesdropping, nothing else much characters included : Kaeya, scaramouche, childe.
You and the traveler were simply sharing adventures and recipes completely oblivious to the pair of eyes that watched you afar in jealousy and doubt. Seeing you smile did make him happy, yes, but not when it was so late and with another man that wasn't them.
Kaeya
he was strolling through the city one last time before heading home before he say you and the blonde talking to each other, sitting on a bench nearby. Honestly? I think he'd be too impatient to even hear what you were talking about, approaches you two with his usual smile and starts a conversation "Y/n? Well isn't this is a pleasant surprise, what are you doing this late at night? And hello to you traveler." His voice quite low toward the end of the sentence "I was going to good hunter to buy some food" you explained "he was too, so I caught up with him" "Oh, I see. Well, we should probably go home, you too traveler." He says "Oh yeah, I know! Why don't you come over tonight for dinner? I'm sure the food we bought has gone cold by now." You say, quite excited at the suggestion you made yourself. Oh, so you've been here long enough for your food to go cold? He notices everything "I wouldn't want to intrude..." He says very politely but his companion thought otherwise "Oh! Oh! paimon wants to taste y/n's cooking!" the small girl fairy thing says "Yeah!" Y/n smiles For a second there kaeya's eyes twitched. But you weren't paying attention to him now, where you?
ma'am- Please just go home-
"Well of course, only if you want to!" kaeya says as if paimon would change her decision "Oh! You don't have to worry about that! paimon would love to-!" The angel was cut off by the traveler who seems to have somehow noticed kaeya's hostility "Y/n, maybe another time, I still have somethings to do" He says almost glaring at paimon "Oh are you sure?" You ask "Now, we wouldn't want to force them dear." Kaeya smiles "B-but aether! Y/n is-!" "I mean, do you know how to make anything out of paimon? then I'd come." That shuts her up "haha I'm afraid not. Well, I understand! I hope you have a good night!"
The moment you two leave he would pull you closer and walk behind you resting his head on your shoulder, yes it was not the best position to walk in "Kaeya? what happened?" you ask chuckling "Oh, nothing dear! by the way what were you and him talking about? Have you known him for long?" He asks "Oh yeah, we've come by each other sometimes, not much though. Why?" "Oh, it's noting, just asking" No that was him making sure
the type who'll believe you but still be wary of the blonde
scaramouche
Unlike ice boy, he listens into your conversation. A few hundred thousand questions and thoughts in his head that started with 'who the hell is she talking to' to 'Is she falling out of love' and 'I'll kill that traveler' I mean, idk if i have to say this, but he is VERY possessive. two times the anger you think a short person will be able to store in them he waits for a while to just look at the audacity of you talking to someone he clearly saw as a rival (in power) and idiot. He'll approach you alright- and if aether don't get the hell up on the sight of him he'll make use of his snake tongue to make sure he does. "Ah, y/n and you." insults the traveler while asking what you two were doing every chance he gets lmao "You don't have to be that rude to him you know?" You ask "he's not worth your praise darling," yes he will compliment you and make sure the other guy knows you are with him You would understand immediately he doesn't like the blonde and the fact that you were talking to him nevertheless "Aether, I'm sorry about him-" you say "I'm not." He mutters "I should get going, my cats not fed yet-" you try and excuse yourself "Oh, I understand. I'll talk to you some other time?" he asks smiling "yeah su-!" "No you won't." Lmao sorry you aren't gonna talk to him again But he asks you that when you get back home saying how hes not friendly with the fatui and it could put your life in danger. Silly excuses really, but he makes it seem believable.
Childe
This guy will interrupt your conversation and won't even be sorry about it "oh! Fancy seeing you here traveler. What brings you to liyue again?" he asks like he cares "I had a few commissions" the boy will answer truthfully He proceeds to look at you next "Oh, I was just taking a stroll when I bumped into him" you say Honestly, he'll inspect you both right then and there "oh? you've known him before?" He asks "Well he is quite popular around here and yes, I've commissioned him a few times myself-" Woah woah woah!! Rewind ! You what!? "What why?" He would've helped you free of cost why'd you wanna go and hire this sorry excuse of a sibling "Oh, you were not around since you had to do something for the tsaritsa and-" WHO CARES ABOUT THE TSARITSA???? is what he wanted to say but he didn't "Ah I see, next time just call me instead of posting a commission dear" Pissed off and lwk glaring at the blonde "Oh no it's ok!" You smile, he returns the gesture with a shrug and then looks at the traveler "I'll keep my eye on you" Very quietly "Well dear, we should go home I'm-" you cut him off "Oh! would you like to join us for dinner?" you ask Oh- Oh? Oh reaally? You wanna do that?
"Oh, sure if you're-" Aether is cut off "Y/nnn!!" He whines "remember? Remember??" He asks "What?" You're so confused cz you are very cure theres nothing to remember for today- "Today!! Todays the day!!" He tries again knows that the guy next to you two already had something in mind "Ah! If you two are having some thing special I really shouldn't!" He says getting up "No wait what-" You ask childe puts on an apologetic face toward the traveler "maybe you we can dine another time?" he asks "Oh it's ok!' he says before running of to god knows what trouble "What on earth was that for! and what 'remember remember!'" you try to imitate him "Todays the day you learn not to talk to guys at late at night!" childe smiles "What?" "Ooh! I get it" You say with a smug look "you jealous shit" huffs "Did you see that guys look ?! he obviously thought you were single!" He says "Childe... you-" "I'll teach him a lesson if he tries to get with my girl"
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genshinarchives · 2 days ago
THE SAME TSUKUMOGAMI CHILD READER BUT SHE BROKE BECAUSE SHE PUSHED HERSELF TOO HARD/SHE PROTECTED KAZUHA, THOMA AND GOROU LET'S GO BREAK SOME HEARTSSSSS
Read this first so this post will hurt more
𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚, 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚 & 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠
The reader is a child and female.
In Japanese folklore, tsukumogami are tools that have acquired a kami or spirit, and are also considered a type of youkai. Here, the reader is a sword tsukumogami that has manifested in the form of a human child, and has gained the power to fight on her own and to wield herself (aka her sword form).
𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀
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Kazuha should have never, ever left her alone.
That was the biggest mistake he made in his life.
The moment he heard swords clashing, he dropped the yukata he had bought for (y/n) to wear to the summer festival being held today and quickly ran towards the spot where he left her in. She had insisted that she could take care of herself and he trusted her, he really did - but he couldn’t stop the feeling of dread that pooled inside his stomach when he heard the sounds of battle in the distance.
She was struggling, she was getting hurt, and he wasn’t there to protect her. Kazuha went as fast as the winds could carry his feet, but by the time he arrived she was lying on the ground with the blade of her ootachi snapped in two. His pupils dilated.
He felt nothing but pure rage.
“YOU BASTARDS!” Kazuha yelled, drawing his sword. With a single, powerful slash, maple leaves surrounded the kairagi, colouring the area red. He panted as his hands shook from the anger that was left inside his body.
“Aruji-sama...”
His head snapped in her direction when she weakly called for him, and he rushed over to her side to hold her small body in his arms. His tears just kept flowing out no matter much he wanted them to stop.
“(Y/n)-chan, I’m so sorry I was late,” he whispered, cradling her head against his chest, “Gomenasai... Gomenasai...”
(Y/n) blinked slowly, her lips curving up into a minuscule smile.
“As a weapon, rather than burning inside a storehouse... falling in battle is a far better end...” she quietly said, “Because of that fire... I lost my memories...” She could feel her consciousness gradually slipping away as the magic that maintained her physical form in the mortal realm started to fade. “At least this way... whatever is left of my memories... ends with you...”
Kazuha stifled a sob and tightened his arms around her, as if that would stop her from disappearing. “P-please don’t say that. You’ll be alright, I promise. We’ll fix your sword, a-and then we’ll attend that festival you’ve always wanted to go to with Tomo.”
His sadness seeped into her spirit, and it caused tears to gather in her eyes as well. "Ah... Aruji-sama... I didn't want to... make you sad, but..." Before she could finish her sentence, her body shattered like glass in his arms, leaving her kimono behind.
Kazuha breathed heavily as his eyes burned with grief. "No... Please don’t leave me alone..." Digging his fingers into the fabric of her kimono, he then buried his face in it and cried loudly.
He lost her just like that. The moment her sword broke, so did the promise he made to Tomo.
In the end, Kazuha couldn’t protect anyone.
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𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀
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Thoma raised his head when the doushin escorting him to Tenshukaku were knocked to the ground by an unknown force. The sounds of a blade cutting through flesh were followed by their screams of agony that were quickly cut short as a tantou sliced their throats. It all happened so quickly, and a familiar voice then rang in Thoma’s ears.
“I’ll pierce you till the hilt!”
The surviving doushin that attempted to crawl away wasn’t so fortunate as (y/n) plunged her tantou deep into his back and severed his spinal cord, causing him to yell in pain.
“(Y/n)...” Thoma stammered, shocked by her ruthlessness in battle. He didn't realise that she had cut the ropes that were binding his wrists together until she tugged his hand.
“Thoma-niisan, let’s go. Reinforcements are coming, so we should run before they catch us,” she told him. Still in a daze, he nodded and allowed her to drag him behind her.
“I... never knew that side of you existed...”
“Me neither, since I was never raised on the battlefield unlike the other swords of the Kamisato House. Lord Ayato treasured me and kept me by his side at all times, so I didn’t know what the outside world was like. But being with you taught me a lot of things, and I feel more useful,” (y/n) said, smiling at him over her shoulder, “I’m no longer a sword meant to be carried around for protection anymore. I’ll use my sword and this human body to preserve your life.”
She suddenly looked up and her eyes widened. Before Thoma could ask her what’s wrong, she swiftly pulled him behind her and blocked a doushin’s ootachi with the blade of her tantou.
“Thoma-niisan, run! I’ll buy you time!” she exclaimed, gritting her teeth. She was determined to protect Thoma no matter what.
However, he had no time to react as he soon heard the alarming sound of a blade snapping. (Y/n) gasped loudly, and he grabbed her falling body without a second thought before fleeing the area. When he found a secluded cave by the beach, he quickly hid inside and laid her across his thighs as he sat down with his legs crossed.
The blood on her face didn’t suit her at all.
He cupped her cheek, shakily wiping the blood splatters off with his thumb. The little tsukumogami sobbed as she clutched her broken tantou, and the sight broke his heart. Although she was a sword tsukumogami meant to be used for battle, all he saw was a scared child.
“I don't want to disappear! I'm scared... Save me, Thoma-niisan...!” she cried. He wanted to say something, but he couldn’t find his voice. He responded to her desperate pleas with silence as he brought her against his chest, and rocked her back and forth with a hand gently patting her back.
Her death was inevitable, so there was no point in lying to her about it.
"What's this... My face feels warm for some reason... Thoma-niisan... are you there for me...?" she asked softly.
“Yes,” he whispered, feeling her body go limp in his arms. A tear escaped his eye and he sniffled. “Thoma-niisan is always here for you.”
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The hitsukeban’s uchigatana sliced through the pole of her yari and subsequently slashed her chest, shocking her. As (y/n) collapsed on the ground, her brain struggled to process the fact that she broke.
“Me... of all people... broke...?” she whispered, staring at two broken pieces of her weapon in her hands. No, only the pole of her yari broke. The blade is still intact so she- She froze when she suddenly heard her spearhead crack.
“(Y/n)!” Teppei exclaimed. With a yell, he charged at the hitsukeban and skewered him with his spear. As the nobushi dropped dead, Teppei quickly lifted her into his arms and rushed back to the base with the rest of his squad members.
Gorou returned from Tatarasuna to report to Kokomi just in time to see a frantic Teppei running towards him whilst carrying an unconscious tsukumogami. His eyes widened, and he wasted no time in asking Teppei what happened as she was transferred to his arms.
"W-we were clearing out the rounin in the surrounding area, and she tagged along to help us," he explained, making Gorou furious.
"You brought her with you without my explicit permission? And you didn't even try to convince her to stay?" he exclaimed angrily, causing Teppei to shrink back in fear. When (y/n) stirred, Gorou walked away from Teppei to find a quieter place to settle in. As he sat on the ground, she slowly opened her eyes.
"Don't worry about me, taichou... Weapons breaking in battle is natural..." she told him. He clenched his jaw.
"How many times do I have to tell you that possessing a human body makes you more than just a weapon?" he asked.
“I’m sorry,” she quietly replied, “You know... I was so happy when you accepted me. The Kaedehara Clan rejected me many years ago... I was masterless, so I didn't exist... Until I met you."
He was struggling to suppress his cries and it didn’t go unnoticed by her. His teal blue eyes were glossing over with unshed tears, and he was biting his bottom lip as he released trembling breaths through his nose.
"Well, death will befall us all one day... Please, do not let it bother you..." she murmured. He suddenly pulled her into a tight hug, the tip of his nose burying itself in her hair.
“I’m sorry,” he finally said, “I’m sorry for the times I got angry and yelled at you. I promise I won’t do it again, so please... Don’t close your eyes.”
At this moment, Gorou saw (y/n) as a child - a helpless child who was dying in his arms.
Before he knew what was happening, her spearhead broke completely, causing her body to shatter into a myriad of glowing pieces that soon faded from this world.
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