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mayullla · 1 month

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Hello hello, good day/evening to you, hope ur week has been fine!

May I request (if its still open?) Yan!Baizhu with fem reader? It's rare to see someone write for him after all 🦋🌷 thank you

Title: Gold Rings

Character(s): Baizhu (Genshin Impact) Summary: You didn't remember your fiance after you fell from the cliff and were rescued but he continued to stay by your side as your doctor. Warnings/tags: Yandere Baizhu x amnesia fem!reader, manipulation, 2k word count

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

You stared at the ceiling, made of brown wood, but found nothing interesting. Awake with nothing to do, you could not help but raise your left hand at the ceiling, reaching for something that wasn't there.

You weren't sure what you were reaching for.

But all you could do was stare at the ring on your finger. A thin gold band reflected the sunset light from the window.

You remember nothing. Nothing at all.

You were still healing; your body ached in pain if you moved too suddenly, even when most of it was somewhat healed. It was hard to stay still, frustrating as you tried to remember the past, as if you were trying to reach the fringes of the past yet barely able to touch it.

"You should rest, my dear." You almost jumped, startled at the calm yet disappointed voice. It wasn't loud, but after staying in the room alone for a long time, your ears were sensitive to his voice. "I brought you some food. Have you slept well?" the voice asked.

You recognized that voice somewhat, not as a voice that you heard in the past that you could not remember, but it was the first voice you heard after waking up in this room. Dropping your hand to the side of the mattress, you pushed yourself up slowly with his help. Sudden movements made you dizzy, which you had to learn the hard way. Looking up again, you looked into his golden eyes, slit pupils. His eyes almost reminded you of that of a snake.

"Y-yes," you told him, nodding your head slowly, which prompted a smile on his lips and a crinkle in his eyes. "Ah, that is good. A good rest is always needed when you are sick," he told you as he took the stool that was beside your bed and took a seat on it, placing the food tray on his lap. You had to think for a moment... What was his name..? He had told you before, but it had escaped your mind for a moment as you blinked owlishly at him.

“Hmmm?” He looked at you, tilting his head as if wondering why you were staring at him like that.

Baizhu.

Baizhu... you thought to yourself, a hidden delight that you were able to remember his name when you didn't remember much else. He... he was your doctor.

And the man to whom you were engaged.

He was the first person you saw when you opened your eyes, right beside you, sleeping on the chair with his head on top of his crossed arms on top of the bed. You saw the dark circles under his eyes and his pitiful state. Yet your awkward movements caused him to get up, his eyes wide like saucers as he held your hand, crying and pained.

You didn't remember much after that, forced to go back to sleep still too tired. But you remembered the shock and pain in his eyes when he saw the confusion in your eyes as you looked at him. The question of who he was looked like you had shattered him greatly, yet he kept up the act of someone strong. Asking you questions like your name and who you were, most of which you were able to answer. He asked you if you knew how you ended up here, but you didn't remember that.

He tried to be as gentle as possible with the news. Amnesia. You were out and about collecting herbs in horrible weather in the high cliffs of Liyue, where you had a slip and fell, tumbling down a small cliff. Thankfully, you were just smart enough not to head to the steep cliffs, for if you fell from the high mountains, you would have probably died.

Baizhu was kind... too kind, in fact, you thought to yourself, feeling nothing more than a stranger. You didn't understand his kindness when there were no memories to back up the overly kind gestures. Most doctors would not go to this point, to be fair, kind... They didn't try to see their patients almost every hour, every day.

But you also felt guilty.

Because even though you didn't understand the reason, there was a reason why he acted like this. You still remember the pain in his eyes when he realized that you didn't remember the time spent with him, his love, or your own love towards him. He barely covered up all his pain with a smile and his glasses, with the snake around his neck observing him as you looked at him with guilt.

You lived alone in the harbor of Liyue, having moved here and stayed for a long while now. Baizhu told you that you worked for him, with Qiqi collecting herbs and medicinal flowers for ingredients for medicines and remedies. Baizhu said that you were a hard-working person and that sometimes you would help at the pharmacy too.

"I could make some time and head to your home again today. I tried to look for your diary, but even when I looked everywhere, I wasn't able to find it," Baizhu said with a sorrowful expression. You had asked him to send someone to fetch your diary so that you could see your own past that you had written.

However, it was not found.

You shook your head, telling Baizhu that it was okay. Maybe the diary was with you when you were up in the mountains, as you sometimes took it with you outside. Baizhu looked heartbroken, unable to look at you in the eyes, as the proof that you and he were lovers, other than the rings, was gone. The snake that was wrapped around his neck was not there to cover up the awkward silence between the two of you.

You felt guilty that you didn't remember, unable to remember something that was almost like it didn't happen. Looking at his hand, a ring shined under the light from the candlestick. The sun was setting, and before it got too dark, Baizhu had lit the candle. A simple band, yet the same color as yours. You wondered what your relationship with him was like, how much you showed it outside to the public and inside, how long you had feelings for him, or who confessed first. You do not remember even one thing. Reaching out, you placed your hand on top of his, smiling at him.

You wondered if you should trust him. It would be awkward if not hard to start everything again, but if your relationship with him was real, then you thought that it would not be hard to bring those feelings back again. You remembered the people who visited you, Qiqi, who you remembered was a zombie and had a hard time remembering, talked to you in a way that showed she knew you. She would often hand you some flowers that she picked at the mountain, hoping that you would get well soon. Clearly, that was enough to tell you that you were at the pharmacy often or had multiple trips to the mountain with her collecting herbs.

Not only that, the people who knew you also visited, some friends who stayed by your side. While a little awkward at first, having a hard time sinking in the fact that their friend may not be remembered, many of the memories spent together, while some others were more mature about it and tried to help you whenever they could. They all said the same thing, though, that you were a private person when it came to love, but they were also not surprised by the ring on your hand. Some said that they noticed it before the accident but didn't have the time to comment on it before, as you looked very busy to stop and have a chat about it back then.

They didn't look all that surprised when you told them that Baizhu was your fiancé, as he had told them a little while ago before coming here. They also thought that it was highly likely that it was him of all people. They had seen you two together multiple times before, after all, though not announced as a couple, there was certainly chemistry there, one of them commented.

When you were finally able to go out, many regulars who had to visit the pharmacy often greeted you in surprise when they finally saw you. They had heard of what happened and could only feel sorry as they asked if you were alright. It was there too that people talked about you and Baizhu being together. "It was horrible that such a thing had happened to such a lovely couple," an old grandmother commented. When you asked them to go into more detail, the granny and older ladies all told you in enthusiasm of how cute the two of you were while they watched from the side waiting for their medication.

It was hard to believe, yet the more people talked, the easier it became to believe that you and him were lovers. Your engagement was recent, and you didn't have enough time to tell others about it before the incident.

Baizhu watched as you talked to the elderly who told you many stories of what they saw between you and Baizhu as you listened to them, hesitantly wondering if this was the truth or not. Other than the engagement rings, it must have been difficult to believe that you and him were lovers with hardly enough physical proof. All you had to go with was him and the people's words.

How splendidly did this work in his favor.

You see, you were never his to begin with. You had a lover who lived deep in the mountains, whom you would visit often on your trips. You kept it a secret from everyone. The only reason why he knew when it would have been difficult for him to follow you up high mountains was Qiqi.

Qiqi, after all, was very fond of you and more often than not tried her best to remember moments by writing them in her diary to keep. It wasn't him looking at the small girl's diary that he knew that, but more so a slip of the tongue of some sort. Whenever it was the two of you who went on a trip, Qiqi always came back telling that she had remembered someone talking to you often, also helping her get to flowers that were a little difficult to grab easily due to her height.

It seemed that you had started to take an interest in another man. Baizhu wasn't happy, annoyed more than anything that you had fallen for someone else. Changsheng mocked him for his frustrations, but was startled by his irritated demeanor. It wasn't supposed to show, and most didn't notice, but he supposed those who knew him knew that he was in a very bad mood right now and learned to avoid him unless it was something very important.

Yet before he could do anything drastic, it seemed that the archons had done everything for him instead. You just had to go to him in this heavy storm and hurt yourself. You knew of the storm, yet the feeling just didn't sit right with you as you continued to think about that man. Something was wrong. You left the pharmacy even when Baizhu told you not to leave.

How shocked he was when you came back very injured and with amnesia. Even if he was saddened, scared even, that you were in pain, Baizhu could not help but become a little delighted.

When you looked so worried, your poor, soft, lovely heart was unable to stand the idea that he was hurt when it was all a lie in the first place that he was your fiancé. Changsheng pointed out sarcastically that he was deranged in the head when it came to you. Too sly already, yet when it came to you, it seemed that he was greedy.

And maybe he was, when you were placed right in front of him, how could he not consume his precious little thing’s mind?

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amarias-yandere-blog · 4 months

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This is why

Warnings: suggests reader being locked up, blood, wounds, manipulation on yandere's part, fear, gn reader.

"This is why I told you not to go outside." They say, patching up your arm with thick gauze, lips pulled thin and their gaze stern. "All people want to do is hurt you." They add, looking at your face, which has been scratched and dirtied. "Only I want to keep you safe."

"Sorry..." You whisper in apology, unable to look at them as their attention turned to the gash on your leg. They don't speak for a while, upset, and you can't help but think rightfully so. So you hang your head in shame, looking at your wounds as they apply stinging fluid on them.

"Do I not give you enough? Did I do something wrong? Are you mad? My darling, why did you run?" They suddenly ask, lifting your face up by the chin. "I love you, and I hurt seeing you hurt." They add, fingers touching your wounded leg.

"I love you too."

"Then why... did you not listen?!?" They ask harshly, fingers digging into your hurting flesh. "They only wan to hurt you, understand? That... is why they did this." They add, kissing the damaged skin. You feel like crying, afraid of their anger. They swallow, kissing your eyelashes soothingly.

"Oh, my sweet darling... I am not mad at you. I am mad at them, because they hurt you. And now I have hurt you because of them. Do you understand, sweetling? They only want you to feel pain."

"I'll never do it again, I'm sorry." You whisper, sobbing now. The person in front of you smiles, kissing you on the lips, a dominant kiss, a claiming kiss.

"I forgive you, Darling."

Characters

Honkai Star Rail: Blade, Kafka, Herta, (potentially) Argenti

Genshin Impact: Alhaitham, Lumine, Kokomi, Raiden Ei, Ayaka, Albedo, Furina, Fischl, Bennett

NOT proofread, made at 3:30 am, definitely skipped characters

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creepyashy · 12 days

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𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓/𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖..

my dear smut writers, are you running out of ideas or getting no requests? poor thing, heres a list to help!

“if you wanna cum so badly then get off on my shoe/thigh.”

overstimulating after (character or reader) came without permission

picking wildflowers and accidentally grabbing an aphrodisiac flower

artist painting their muse, who is tied up with vibrators running on them

yandere/obsessive character coming through their darling’s window after hearing them touch theirself

doctor experimenting on their patient with multiple toys and restraints

(this one is for dark content) yandere carving their name in their darling out of jealousy

playing games and streaming and trying to be quiet while somethings happening under the desk

faking an orgasm turns into overstimulating and dumbification

these were all off the top of my head but i hope you find them useful!

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malleux · 6 months

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favorites.

-> wriothesley x reader blurb

Wriothesley was never one to play favorites in the Fortress of Meropide.

He was cold, calculated, and professional to everyone there, including you.

You, who hadn't committed a crime. You, who were only there undercover to write a news story on the curious dynamics of the underground society. You, who had gotten the worst meal at the Coupon Cafeteria for three days straight, and only took a few bites out of it before tossing it away.

He couldn't bear to see you go back to the dormitories hungry again, head lowered in dejection and embarrassment as people definitely knew of your continuous bad luck. The people of the Fortress were known to gossip.

It was a simple letter.

The Duke wishes to see you in his office immediately after your evening shift.

You were nervous, expecting to be kicked out before being able to gather enough intel to write your article for the Steambird. Charlotte was going to kill you for sure.

You were not expecting to be met with a table full of the most delicious food, definitely brought from the outside. The Duke sat at one end of the table. You tentatively took the seat across from him, only looking at him with a confused stare as he gestured to the meal in front of him.

No tricks, no reprimands. Just dinner.

Wriothesely never played favorites.

Except for you.

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hyacinthian-chateau · 1 year

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Denial.

-- You really thought you could carry on being indifferent, but the truth is, no matter how adamantly you tried to detach yourself—He's been relentless when it came to pursuing you. The attraction between you two is fiercely palpable. It only takes a small push for someone to cross the boundary between personal security detail and client. Will you be the one to do so?

Characters: Childe (ft. F!Reader)

Notice: Suggestive.

Click here for Kaeya & Diluc's Version. ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

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Childe

The moment you hear your alarm going off on your bedside table, you immediately hit the button to silence it. It takes a few more minutes for your hazy mind to gather itself and even longer for you to sit up. Your eyesight takes a few moments to adjust before you finally decide to make your bed, gather your clothing and make your way to the shower.

Once in front of the foggy bathroom mirror, you tried to organize your thoughts while dressing for the day. After a few minutes of fixing your hair into its usual style and making yourself look presentable, you finally walk back into the bedroom to draw the curtains back. The sun was barely over the horizon as you find yourself in the small kitchenette, preparing a cup of tea before heading out for the day.

You silently pondered what your agenda would be looking like today as you leaned against the countertop. Half an hour passes before you finally gather all your necessities for the day before making your way to the penthouse, located on the top floor of The Golden House, a residential and commercial building located in Liyue Harbour's Sea of Clouds District.

Shortly after knocking on the large Fir wood doors of the entryway, you enter the luxurious apartment of your client in wake of entering a series of numbers on the keypad door lock. The lights were already on and you concluded that your charge must be already out of bed and currently having breakfast. The sound of utensils against porcelain and the soft hum of the small kitchen television led you to peek inside.

"Good Morning, Sir."

It had been over four years since you found yourself being hired by your current client--A handsome young executive officer from Snezhnaya with choppy ginger locks and eyes the colour of the deep ocean floor. You are greeted back by the said individual who flashes you a grin while helping himself to a plate of what looks like sunny-side-up eggs, cherry tomatoes and toast.

"Morning, Girlie. Care for some breakfast?"

"No thank you." You quietly stand to the side, paying no mind to the nickname he had designated you all the while sighing almost dramatically. "I already had something this morning, Sir."

“A cup of tea isn’t breakfast.." The man teases you before adding. "Also, how many times did I tell you to just call me Ajax?"

"Duly noted, Sir Tartaglia." For the umpteenth time, you give the ginger-haired individual the same response as he takes a sip from his mug before sitting down and showing you a photo of his younger siblings.

Although you had taken to addressing your boss formally, it doesn't deter the man from being overly friendly. In the few years you had known the ginger-haired man, he has made it a part of his routine to intrude upon your quiet haven of an apartment every weekend. He has also taken to bringing you a homecooked meal, always using different excuses to visit every time.

Initially, you humoured your boss but you eventually came to realize that the said man wasn't concerned for your well-being but has rather taken a liking in antagonizing you. You can't count the number of times the ginger-haired man had staged various incidents to fluster or irritate you which have yet to ruffle your feathers.

But as much the Snezhnayan wanted to paint himself in an affluent light, you were well acquainted with the fact that your boss concealed his true nature. 'Tartaglia' and 'Childe' were merely aliases that were designated to the said man after joining the ranks of the Harbingers, a militaristic branch of the infamous organization called the Fatui. Even before you worked for the man, there had been rumours about those involved with the said faction--especially your client.

It had been a little over four years since you had been serving as his escort and you couldn't shake the feeling that your client was hiding his true nature underneath his affable guise. There had been whispers of the man being an unpredictable and ruthless belligerent and you wouldn't doubt those claims--You've seen how he looked at a couple of business suppliers and distributors who refused to concede to his demands. It's only later on that you found out that their ventures either failed or filed for bankruptcy--You never pry as to how it happened but you suspect that the Childe had a hand in it.

The sound of an incoming call coming from your boss' phone interrupted him mid-story. Taking that as an indication that your boss would need some privacy, you silently leave the room to retrieve the gray suit jacket that had been haphazardly draped on the back of the living room couch. You watch as the man scarfed down the rest of his toast and finished off the rest of his coffee from the foyer before depositing his plate into the sink.

"Yes, yes. I saw it last night." He speaks evenly although his actions are hurried. "I'll make sure to take a look at the newest additions."

He sends you a thankful look when he walks into the living room with his cheek still pressed against the flat of his phone while you held out his coat towards him. He slips one of his arms into the awaiting cotton fabric as you help him don the jacket with ease. The phone is swiftly interchanged into his other hand and you maneuver the clothing around him with ease. For a quick moment, you can't help but admire his firm-looking back before moving away so he can properly end the short phone call.

"Many thanks." Once your boss had secured the buttons on his jacket, he joins you out into the hallway. "What would I do without you?"

"I'm sure you could find things to do, Sir."

You both make your way toward the elevator which doesn't take long to open. Allowing your taller companion to enter first, you follow suit as he presses the button to the floor leading into his department. Your boss is greeted by a receptionist, a young brunette, who seems quite upbeat considering how early it was. He gives her a small wave as he strolls through the vast hallway. The offices began to slowly fill up with people and as you passed others, you received a few greetings from those you recognized. Following the executive, until he finds himself within the confines of his office, you watch as he is greeted by his secretary, Miss Lyudochka before he has a chance to settle in his office chair.

"Good Morning." She pleasantly addresses the both of you before holding up what looks to be a stack of papers. "I will need to you take a look at some of these documents that had been sent from Sir Pulcinella's department last night. Also, your agenda for the day—“

You keep a blank expression as the young lady continues about the day’s schedule while a soft sigh escapes your client. In the short time, you had known boss, you had concluded that Childe preferred to be in the field and showing recruits the ropes instead of being stuck in an office, regardless of how nicely decorated or how lovely the skyline looked.

Shortly after the raven-haired secretary finishes the briefing, you excused yourself as well. It was a routine at this point and your boss merely looks over your leaving form from behind the monitor of his desktop, silently voicing if he could come along instead of having to check his e-mails and look at a stack of never-ending paperwork. You merely shake your head and glance at the documents on his sleek desk before excusing yourself from his office.

The workspace seemed to grow a little more lively as more workers arrived and began their day--You could already hear the sound of people lightly arguing with one another as they lined up at the coffee machine. Most of the office workers knew of you after an employee had accidentally mistaken you for a newbie, asking you to drop off a few documents at another division.

Of course, you quietly obliged seeing as the person looked quite frantic and you weren’t too busy but before you could tuck the folders into your arms, you were quickly intercepted by your boss. The executive sported a smiling but menacing expression on his handsome face as he explained that you were not a company employee but his security detail; He had emphasized the word 'personal'. From there on, most of the office workers became more mindful of your quiet presence.

You give a small wave to a few people who greeted you before slipping into the nearby stairwell that served as a fire escape. The sound of your shoes clicking against the concrete echoed as you quickly walked down the stairwell. It's only after completing the routine walkthrough that you were about to make your way back to your boss's office when you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket which you swiftly pick up.

“Is everything alright, Sir Tartaglia?”

“Not really. I'm starving and it's almost lunchtime.”

"I can call to make reservations at the Heyu Tea House--"

"We always go there." Your boss interrupts you with a whine whilst you find yourself standing in front of the reflective doors leading to the elevator. “Wait. Where are you right now?"

"The main lobby, Sir. If you would like, I can get the car and you can wait in front of the vestibule."

The instant you finish speaking, the elevator doors open and reveal your boss, who had foregone his suit jacket and his phone still pressed against his ear. It only takes an instant for the taller individual to pick out your form among the sea of business suits before breaking into an easy-going grin. The man ends the phone call and pockets his smartphone as he approaches you.

"Ah, perfect timing. Let's go." In a blink of an eye, you found yourself being steered away towards the revolving doors with an eager hand clasped around your wool-clad shoulder. "There's this bakery a few blocks away that I wanted to try. My treat."

"Sir, T-this is quite unsafe." You try to reason with him you follow him through the busy streets until the two of you stand side by side at a crosswalk. "It's quite crowded and it'll be hard for me to respond if a situation arises."

"Ah, I have an idea."

The feeling of Childe's arm wrapping around your shoulders makes you freeze but you are jostled into motion when the pedestrian traffic signal flashes. You almost trip over your feet as the sensation of a well-defined torso, hidden underneath the soft cotton button-down, was pressed up against your own as you continued to walk. Thankfully, your usually stoic face didn't betray how flustered you were currently feeling and your companion didn't seem to notice.

"You should hold onto me tighter if you don't want to get lost, Girlie." It takes a few seconds for you to recover and the sound of your client chuckling beside you was enough to warrant a blank stare from you. "Hmm? What's the matter?"

"This makes it all the more difficult, Sir.”

“But doesn’t this make it more fun?” The man merely flashes you a wide grin, keeping a steady hold on your shoulder as the two of you continue to walk down the block.

“…I suppose.”

To onlookers, the two of you would have looked like a regular couple going to lunch instead of a protectee dragging their escort to who knows which place. Of course, You were used to accompanying the man but it was slightly unnerving as more than a handful of people kept staring or glancing in both of your directions. You accredited that to the man beside you who tended to garner attention due to his attractive face and figure--As much as it embarrassed you to admit. Any man or woman would have jumped at the opportunity to cling to the arms of a handsome and rich man like your client and you wouldn’t judge them at all.

"We're here."

Your thoughts are interrupted when you both find yourselves in front of a small but quaint-looking bakery. You were about to gently remove Childe's hold on your shoulder and place some semblance of space between you two but to your astonishment, the man simply grabs unto your hand and tugs you inside. Just like a few minutes ago, you find yourself being dragged into the shop rather unceremoniously before you have a chance to interject--Seriously, this man would be the sole cause as to why you had early gray hair.

The soft jingling of a bell signals both of you entering and an older woman greets you from behind the breakfast counter with a kind smile. The executive returns the greeting as he tugs you along while glancing at the handwritten menu board hanging from behind the counter. The two eventually find themselves conversing in their mother tongue and with the words exchanged between them, you could piece together that the woman was the wife and co-owner of the small bakery.

"Any recommendations?" The smile on the ginger's visage remains as he eyes some of the baked goods behind the glass case.

"The Calla Lily Seafood Soup is made fresh every day and a popular lunch item." The female motions to the picture by the top left corner and the dish does indeed look quite appetizing. "It goes well with any sandwich on the menu."

"Ah, then we'll have that." You feel your client squeeze your hand and you turn your attention to him. It's only then you realized that until your hand was still in Childe's much larger one. Also, you just noticed how close you had been standing beside the taller man. "Is that alright with you?"

“Uh. Sure.”

Those azure-coloured orbs stared back at you and you can’t help but seem to get lost in your client’s gaze. You recognize the look he’s giving you and it made your stomach flip. It’s only when the sound of another customer entering the establishment causes you to break from your daze.

As quickly as you can, you avert your eyes to the side to regain your sanity--You could feel the heat creeping over your cheeks. Fortunately, the executive releases your hand to reach for his wallet--He doesn't seem to notice the effect he had on you. You take that time to look around the small establishment at the same time mentally berating yourself as you stand a few steps behind him while he proceeds to pay for the food.

Just because your boss had a penchant for being a little too tactile didn’t mean that he liked you in that sense. Yes, you may have taken to more than a liking to the man but ultimately such daydreams and thoughts shouldn't even be entertained, much less exist and you knew that all too well.

Surely there were more affluent and gorgeous women that filled the streets of Liyue who could easily catch his eye—Heck! There was even a surplus of such women at the office. It was a hard pill to swallow but why settle for a plain-looking bodyguard? Surely, he saw you as a subordinate and a comrade at most. In the end, having close relations doesn't change the fact that you are merely hired security personnel on a contract.

Soon enough, Childe turns around from the counter while the older lady disappears into the nearby kitchen. If he’s noticed the stiffness on your face while slipping the receipt into his back pocket, he doesn’t comment on it and instead motions you to come and sit with him at a more secluded part of the establishment. Once seated, you are careful to act in your usual character while your boss easily slips into a conversation as usual.

Supplying a couple of perfectly timed short replies, you can't help but glance around at the small space in a nonchalant manner. Yes, it was to ensure your client's safety at all times but it was also another tactic to avoid looking at the Snezhnayan seated across you. It's only when you hear your client say something unintelligibly under his breath that you spared him a look.

"Hm?”

"I was wondering what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

"Nothing too important." You answer softly before pondering for a moment. “But if I may, I would like to say something, Sir."

“Go on right ahead.”

"In the four years, I had been under your employment, I never understood why you hired someone like me." You pause for a moment before continuing. "I'm not the greatest in communicating with others, nor the strongest, or the most experienced."

You had been meaning to ask for a long time but always hesitated since there never seemed to be a fitting time. The atmosphere remains relaxed between the two of you but you grow a little tense when your client doesn't respond for a good long minute. Your boss’ fingers had paused from tapping against the laminated table menu in front of him before he looked up at you.

"Hmm, good question." The corner of Childe's lips tilted up ever so slightly as he leans back and shrugs playfully. "It's because you're cute."

Before you could roll your eyes and lightly admonish the man beside you, the older woman from earlier appeared with a tray that contained what appears to be lunch. The heavenly smell of the Calla Lily soup and salad tossed in tangy vinaigrette makes your mouth water almost instantly. You and Childe help the older woman to make room for the other dishes which quickly took up the small table top. Soon enough, the older woman excuses herself to see to the other customer at the counter and both you and your boss are left on your own.

"You look unsatisfied with my answer." Your client chuckles while unfolding the napkin wrapped around the silverware and you quietly do the same.

"You are not inclined to answer my question, Sir. Again, it's not that important-"

"It's because you're an extremely tolerant person." There is a hint of exasperation in your client's voice as he nurses his bowl of soup. "It drives me up the wall at times."

"I'm…sorry?"

You can't help but feel somewhat offended but your boss merely shakes his head at you facetiously. You watch as Childe blows on the spoon and then slips the silverware into his awaiting mouth. You avert your eyes in an attempt to avoid staring at your client and instead spear your fork into the lettuce with more force than necessary.

“You've always been respectful and amendable to everyone, regardless of their position but you should be mindful of other people.”

You could only make a sound of agreement before taking a bite of your food with a passive expression on your face. It was immensely rare for the executive to provide some sort of feedback on your conduct and you always tried to listen regardless of how outlandish it may be at times.

"It’s a wonderful quality but you need to tone it down a little, you know?”

“Of course. I'll take it into consideration, Sir.”

You let your boss continue to talk whilst you move on to the soup. The light yet rich texture of the soup was quite delicious. It had been quite a long time since you had something that tasted quite as good as this--the delicate crab meat and mint was refreshing and it vaguely reminded you of a similar dish from your childhood.

You’ve stopped listening at some point because, to be frank, you hadn't eaten anything since that morning. You focus on the soup once more, taking a small piece of bread and dipping it into the broth then take a bite--It's delicious. A minute passes and you realize that your charge hasn't said anything, you glance up to catch him looking at you with an amused expression.

"People are going to think that I starve my cute bodyguard."

"My appetite is perfectly normal, Sir." You carefully tuck your spoon to the side and dab at your lips, feeling somewhat embarrassed at being caught. "And please refrain from calling me that."

"What? Cute?"

The infuriating man's shoulders shake in silent laughter as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. You peer suspiciously from over your left shoulder as Childe leans back against his seat with one arm slung over the top rail of your chair in a relaxed manner. You felt a sudden spike in temperature as your body turned tense when stormy blue orbs slowly travelled up your seated figure in an apprising fashion before finally flicking up to meet your pretty eyes.

“Trust me, Sweetheart. I have many other lovely names for you." That dangerous smile only widens before briefly, his eyes glance at something behind you. You find yourself abruptly being pulled into your boss’ awaiting lap with that smile still plastered on his visage.

"S-Sir!"

"No sudden moves. I see Lyudochka outside and she must have realized I'm skipping out this afternoon.”

You feel your client whisper into your ear and before you can pull away, Childe’s palm rests on your lower back to keep you from moving. The sensation of your boss’ toned chest against your own was making you painfully flustered. There were other ways to hide both of your faces—like with the plastic menu—but you could tell that it would take quite a bit of effort on your part to convince your stubborn client regarding your idea.

"Sir, please make sure to consult me before making such abrupt decisions." You spoke after clearing your voice with the hopes of hiding your chagrin. "It would save both of us from…awkward situations."

"Oh? But I'm quite happy with this arrangement. " The man's voice turns into a deep and sultry tone that almost makes you shudder. "Comfortable even."

As if to prove a point, the ginger-haired man blew a small puff of air into your ear causing you to jolt in surprise—Seriously, he’s been relentless. As much as you tried to be impartial towards your client, there was always that feeling of anticipation as the tension between you two grew over the years.

Somewhere down the line, you had unintentionally become smitten with Childe—which also exasperated you. The man had taken up in accompanying you on your parameter walks on some mornings, crashing at your much smaller apartment in some evenings with home-cooked meals in hand, or dragging you to little lunch dates. In the last few months alone, he’s been blatantly invading your personal space in crowded spaces and especially at his workplace--It only escalated when he had 'accidentally' pinned you against a crowded elevator wall with both your bodies pressed up against each other almost indecently.

Really, you only had yourself to blame for overindulging the man who disregards the idea of personal space. While you were always quick to deflect your client's advances, Childe had been diligently waiting for the right moment—And the present looks to be the perfect opportunity.

"If you insist on being stubborn. I'll just keep chasing you.” You flinch as lithe fingers abruptly catch a hold of your hand.

“S-sir, T-this isn’t funny.” You tried to reason with the ginger, attempting to cover the stutter by quickly adding. “You're going a bit too far with your jokes.”

“You wound me, Girlie. I'm being very serious here.” The usually playful tone is replaced by a deep, gravelly one which sent goosebumps down your back. "Why so adamant about rejecting me? Hmm?"

You were painfully aware of the burning look directed your way and it made your stomach twist in both abasement and anticipation. The tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife. You could hardly feel the man gently playing with a lock of your hair before the very same hand gradually inched up to cup your chin, preventing you from looking elsewhere.

"Is it because I'm clientele?" The deep chuckle that follows makes your stomach flip but it's the next sentence that takes you by utter surprise.

"Or is it because you're too stubborn to accept that I want you as well?"

“S-Sir, I’m not—.”

“Oh? Should I prove you wrong then?”

If you thought there was no way your boss could rile you up any further, you were dead wrong. You are caught off guard amidst trying to deny your attraction to the ginger-haired man who abruptly leans in until your noses were brushing against each other. He pauses for a moment as if to tease you, letting his warm breath fan over your ruddy cheeks while bright blue orbs danced in elation at your stunned expression. You are about to reprimand your boss when he silences whatever complaint you might have by pressing his lips against your own.

The sensation of slightly chapped lips alongside the way those steady hands slowly found themselves tangled in your hair was enough to have the wind knocked out of you. You struggle feebly as a gasp escapes you and you can't help but grab onto your client's arms when you feel a talented tongue coaxing your lips open which sends your mind reeling. In the end, you can't help but whimper when the kiss turns heated and you find yourself unable to form even a coherent thought when he delves his tongue against yours.

It felt like a millennium has passed when the two of you finally break away from each other. The both of you are out of breath and you find yourself muddleheaded as you stare at him--The kiss was wonderful and much more than you had expected. In your daze, you unintentionally found your hands still holding onto Childe's biceps and once you found your voice, you finally manage to scold him breathlessly.

"There are better, much gentler ways to sweep a woman off her feet, Sir."

"I had no choice." Your boss laughs softly before gently running his fingers through your slightly mussed locks. "Neither do I hear you complaining.”

"This is harassment."

It’s an empty threat and both of you knew it; Childe has spent enough time around you to know that you were mostly bark and not enough bite when it comes to him. He's been with you for almost half a decade and it's in the past few months that he's decided that he wants you in his life for much longer. He knows his hard work had paid off when the guarded expression on your pretty face disappears.

"I couldn't help myself." He shrugs and gives you a wink, grinning. "And I'm sure neither could you, Girlie."

Your eyebrows involuntarily twitch at the comment but you also feel your cheeks blossoming with colour--Seriously, this man enjoyed pushing your buttons now more than ever. You can’t help but shake your head at him while he gives you a wide grin when you no longer pull away from his touch.

"But I'm relieved.”

"Were you thinking that I would reject you?"

"Knowing how straight-laced, you are? It's a possibility."

"You know me too well, Sir."

A small laugh escapes you and you feel the taller figure relax ever so slightly. The warmth that envelopes you felt foreign but also comforting at the same time as your client-turned-lover nuzzles his face into your collared neck--It's like you were meant to be in his arms after all this time. You can’t help but glance at the man who still has to move his face from your neck. At this close of a distance, you can't help but admire the faint freckles on his cheeks alongside the messy windswept auburn locks that framed his striking face. As if feeling your eyes on him, Childe opens his eyes to meet your gaze which you surprisingly don't avoid.

For a long time, you had always struggled with conveying your own emotions, never daring to give yourself to anyone until now. It's uncharacteristically bold but you can't help but feel content and light-hearted after voicing your thoughts with conviction. Perhaps, it was time to indulge yourself--even just a tiny bit.

"I love you."

The usually cheery and mischievous man seems to be stunned by your sudden confession and you watch as his eyes seem to light up while a faint but gradual dusting of redness appears on his cheeks. You can't seem to fight your lips as they twitch into a smile, knowing fully well that your boss has been caught off guard. Had you known it only took three words to send the Snezhnayan reeling, you would have told him much earlier as payback from all the times he teased you.

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svftloving · 6 months

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໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა yandere! aether general headcanons

warnings! yandere themes, overprotectiveness (directed towards reader), mentions of threatened self harm (not towards reader), force affection (not directly stated, but implied) obsessive behavior, kidnapping, mentions of violence (not towards reader), paimon attempting to be a wingman (but ultimately failing), if you feel like anything else i should add, just comment! <3

notes! i love this man so much smh. also, these headcanons take place as if you were traveling with aether and paimon (since like, before the actual story). enjoy! <3

there are literally no words that can describe how much you mean to this man. like, literally. you mean more to this wandering traveler more than words can describe. you'll often find the male gazing at you with the softest look in his eyes. he won't be embarrassed even if you catch him staring, just leaning his cheek against the palm of his hand as he stares dreamily.

on your journey towards each region, his (over)protectiveness will continue to grow and there's literally nothing you can do about it. it's inevitable and you'll just have to deal with it. he already lost his sister, could you imagine how much he would lose it of he lost you too?

unlike what his sister would do, you'll be stuck in serenitea pot 24/7. maybe in safer/more familiar regions (mondstadt is a good example) you'll be able to get out the pot more, but most of the time, it's just aether, you, and paimon in the serenitea pot. paimon usually is fighting for your freedom but aether is (unfortunately) able to convince her otherwise. give the poor girl some credit she's trying her hardest :'(

speaking of paimon...she's the worse wingman ever. according to aether, atleast. he appreciates her efforts and all to try and woo you for him, but it always ends up making him look bad in the long run. unintentionally attempting to show off his battling as he beats a innocent person for flirting with you, trying to convince you of how awesome aether is as if he didn't state that he would kill himself if you left him, etc.

anyway, back to aether. this man is extremely affectionate. he doesn't care where you both are at, what time it is, or what's happening at that specific moment, just expect to have him close to you in whatever way possible. he loves any type of affection, but he's especially a fan of kisses if you ask him what his favorite type of affection is, he'll say all. trust me though kisses are his favorite. smooches, pecks, full on make out sessions, he doesn't care. he'll soak it all up and tell you thank you after (or if it's the case where he's showing you affection, then he'll still probably say thank you). he especially loves when you kiss all his bruises and scars that he gets from battling at the end of the day, just laying in your arms and feeling your lips kiss all the pain away is better than any bandages~

you know how i said he was overprotective? yeah, this man is willing to beat up literally anyone. it doesn't matter who it is, treasure hoaders, civilians, enemies, fatui, so on and so forth. and it's not just the fact that he's completely okay with killing anyone, but his reasoning for doing them is just as worse. a person in mondstadt can casually offer you some fisherman toast and aether is breaking fingers (look it's not his fault, okay? he saw their fingers linger on yours!)

on a more...obsessive note, he's very keen on keeping you by his side. i know i said that aether keeps you in the teapot, but he let's you out...sometimes. of course, you'll always be by his side whenever you're finally able to step out of your imprisonment, either he has a hand on your waist or is holding your hand. if danger ever just so happens to arise while he's trying to have a nice stroll with his darling, then you probably won't be going out for a while.

...and by a while, i mean 4-5 months if what happened isn't 'major' according to the blonde swordman. unfortunately, aether will come to the conclusion that teyvat is way to dangerous to even take a walk in windrise (or wherever non-if dangerous aether takes you) strikes. so once he gets the urge to finally take you out (again), please take advantage of it.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere aether #yandere aether x reader #i wanna start another blog so bad #but i don't know what about :'l #(yan!) lumine headcanons coming soon...#i'm so sorry if some parts seem really out of place/weird to read #i was watching a yo gabba gabba lore video while writing

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berriblossom · 7 months

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Quiet mornings [making these daily ig]

For some reason, today, your dear husband did not let you escape his grip as you almost fought him to get up. Complaining you had work and so did he, the cool air within your bedroom was a stark difference to his warm bare skin.

Large and gentle hands hold your hips and slowly pull you back in as he whispers, "Few more minutes, just a few more babies... just need your warmth a little longer..."

As always, the lazy grin he gives you, you crawl back right next to him, being close to his chest, feeling his heartbeat on your back, feeling his hands slowly creep towards your thighs. Slowly moving them apart.

When you asked what he was doing, he reminded you of his words again. "Needing your warmth." Pushing your thighs apart, helping your push down your night shorts and panties, he kicks of his boxers and sinks his fat cock into your cunt slowly. Making sure you feel every single inch sink into your sweet pussy as he mumbles and kisses your ear.

"All mine, so fucking perfect baby, your all mine. Love your lil pussy so much, perfect fit for me. Let me keep you warm, hmm?"

But you did fight it, him stretching you slowly with the few extra pumps he give was addicting, you try to push against him for more friction but he'd just hold a tight grip on your waist, kissing your neck and ear.

But when the feeling gets too overwhelming even for him, you can feel the slow, weak thrust he gives yoh as he breathlessly apologizes. "M' sorry baby, ill make you feel so good. I'm gonna make you feel so good and warm baby just need more of you. I just wanna fill you up so much."

He'll gently repositioned you to turn on your tummy, as a hand held the fat of your hip and the other slowly rubbing your clit as long, slow pumps of his thick cock move in and out of your pussy. Stretching it out slowly, his whispers of filling you with his hot and warm stick cum, permanently making you his, and his alone.

You morning turn into you being late for work with cum soaked panties as proof.

:WRIOTHESLEY, Neuvillette, CHILDE, Ayato, ZHONGLI, Kaeya, Diluc, ALHAITHAM, Kaveh, Xiao, THOMA, ITTO. JING YUAN, Gojo, GETO

Call me Breeders United over here goodness.

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celestoria · 9 months

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Roiree, listen to me. Arranged. Marriage. With. Ayato. That historical romance rotten brain of yours can go crazy with it. JUST GIVE ME MORE CRUMBS OF MY MAN 😭

CONTRACTUAL HUSBAND!AYATO who agreed to be married to you for a year and use each other as a means to get what both of you want before parting your own ways.

CONTRACTUAL HUSBAND!AYATO who initially saw your relationship as a tool until he realized he fell for you first, harder, and never recovered.

CONTRACTUAL HUSBAND!AYATO who found himself fidgeting with his wedding ring when he’s busy with work and randomly wonders if you’ve adjusted to your new lifestyle comfortably.

CONTRACTUAL HUSBAND!AYATO who can’t help but smile whenever you spend time with his sister and give her the fun outdoor experiences she always dreamed of.

CONTRACTUAL HUSBAND!AYATO who jokingly calls you “my wife” however, it slowly became a habit over time and often refers to you as that whether he is talking to you or someone else.

CONTRACTUAL HUSBAND!AYATO who never saw spending time with you in public as an obligation he had to fulfill in accordance with your contract but rather always looked forward to when you would sweep him away from his office.

CONTRACTUAL HUSBAND!AYATO who had to keep reminding himself of the contract but can’t help telling you how much he loves you before fervently kissing your lips.

CONTRACTUAL HUSBAND!AYATO who never really trusted anyone, leading him to always have his guard up, but found complete solace whenever he is wrapped in your arms.

CONTRACTUAL HUSBAND!AYATO who does loves spoiling you with the finest trinkets and high-quality silk kimonos because he can’t get over how you took his breath away when you watched the firework show together during the festival.

CONTRACTUAL HUSBAND!AYATO who pulls you closer to him in the middle of the night and tells you that he’s so lucky to be married to a woman like you.

CONTRACTUAL HUSBAND!AYATO who turns into a lovesick mess behind closed doors when he realized he has to be away for a week while you stay in the estate and writes you letters whenever he can just to make him feel a little less lonely in your lack of presence.

CONTRACTUAL HUSBAND!AYATO who asked if you could marry again and rather than being joined by a one-year marital contract, you would be bounded by unconditional and undying love.

#genshin impact #genshin impact fluff #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #ayato #kamisato ayato x reader #genshin impact x reader #kamisato ayato fluff #GIRL HAVE I NOT FED YOU ENOUGH AYATO DELUSIONS IN THIS BLOG OF MINE #you’re so lucky i chose to write this instead of sleeping despite me needing to leave by sunrise for a vacation #celeste writes

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oceanbleu · 1 year

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THERE'S SOMETHING ON YOUR FACE.. LET ME GET IT FOR YOU (HARBINGERS) // PIERRO, IL DOTTORE, COLUMBINA, IL CAPITANO, SCARAMOUCHE, PANTALONE, TARTAGLIA

warnings: none

synopsis: surprise kisses with some of the harbingers but no capitano.. sorry i tried he just doesn't have a.. face..... to kiss..........yet

writer's note: i'm hoping to write for the other harbingers but i don't want to put out something i wouldn't really be satisfied with ( - -; ) scaramouche is still a harbinger in this because 1. i wanted to write for him 2. i don't think i want to write a separate continuation with the non harbinger characters since i can't really promise anything

this isn't beta read except for columbina and i usually die and come back to life when i read my own writing so forgive me for the errors (blows kisses)

content under the cut!

PIERRO

If you were to sneak a kiss in while he was working, he would be a bit taken aback. Pierro would prefer if you didn't do things like that during moments he would be focusing on something particularly important. Besides that, he happily welcomes the affection and would give you a quick kiss back before getting right back to his work. Your best chances of doing things like these with him without really causing a disturbance would be in passing.

During the more long lasting moments, he likes to rest his hand on the back of your head while brushing your hair gently with his fingers. Pierro's eye closes in relaxation most of the time, he likes to savor the moment with you.

He wouldn't often reciprocate this specific type of affection because his schedule just doesn't allow him to. He never has the time to really initiate anything because he's extremely busy. But during the rare occasions he does find you doing something, he'll be sure to greet you unsuspectedly with a surprise chaste kiss on the cheek before inquiring about your activities.

IL DOTTORE

He accepts all kisses, anytime, anywhere; as long as they're for him. He absolutely adores the fact that you actually think you could catch him off guard at all. Dottore constantly ruins your sneaky little kisses to him by craning his neck last second to face you before planting a kiss on your lips and then teasing you afterwards. The image of The Second so animated over a simple kiss is almost so endearing you might just forget what he does for a living.

While the moment lasts, he prefers to keep you close to him, close enough so he can feel his own warmth envelop yours. During his kisses, he'll always have a hand firmly holding you, either on your chin or pulling you closer by your side. His movements are brusque yet unbelievably, they hold a certain tenderness behind them.

Dottore would often reciprocate. In his own words, he would do a "better job" and "actually surprise" you with his own smooches. There are some truth to his words as his affections come when you least expect them, but they're welcome all the same. The only thing is; they're smothering and he often treats it as some competition to hold over you so you find it just a little hard to take him seriously. Tease Dottore about this and it'll lead to him giving you an all-knowing smirk. "Are you against me arguing for your attention?" Before you can even reply, he'll lean in for an abrupt peck before he saunters off to his work.

COLUMBINA

She has an affinity for physical affection with you. From holding hands to resting her head on your lap, nothing is off the table for The Damselette. So imagine her pleasant hum when you had snuck a kiss on the corner of her mouth. Columbina wouldn't be surprised but would play along on the rare occasion by acting just a bit shocked just to see your reaction. She finds the triumphant look on your face cute.

When the two of you are close like this, she can't help but bring both of her hands to cup your face. Columbina likes to caress your face gently, effectively warming it in the Snezhnayan cold and wishes the moment could last just a tad bit longer.

She would return the same kisses whenever you're in the middle of talking. Columbina likes hearing you ramble, usually happily chatting back in her better moods. But in the middle of rambling her attention will redirect.. elsewhere. She eventually refocuses her gaze from your eyes to your lips and all of a sudden she can't help the desire to feel them upon hers.

IL CAPITANO

Trying to kiss him normally is already a task in itself, but trying to surprise him with one? That would be a bit unfeasible considering his towering height and obstructing helmet. He isn't, however, exempt from hugs. Surprise him, but do it in a manner where you won't startle him. Years of fighting and experience on the battlefield has polished him into a warrior, one who can't help but register even the slightest touch as a threat.

Capitano only hugs back with a single arm. He fears that if he were to indulge you with both, your warmth would make it so that he would never be able to let go. The contact alone is far too tempting. As much as you insist that you don't detest the added weight, he's a bit reluctant to lean against you (despite really wanting to) whenever you hug him.

He likes to put his hands on your shoulders whenever greeting you from behind. It doesn't startle you because you're able to anticipate his presence from the sound of his footsteps. Capitano finds it intimate to go up to you after a long day and just indulge in holding you.

SCARAMOUCHE

Initially, he recoiled whenever you so much as laid a hand on his person without warning. You had assumed that it was due to not having experienced such contact before. Whatever it was, you didn't do anything like that again until he shows that he had eased into your company more. When the time came, you decided to surprise him with a kiss while bidding him farewell before a mission.

He was flustered. His hands twitched at his sides and before he could really decide what to do, you pulled away and gave him a smile and a short goodbye. His time to set sail was coming closer and he couldn't help but wonder why you would do something like this right when he was about to leave. No matter though, he thought. Scaramouche quickly recovered and pulled you close, planting a kiss on your lips before backing up.

He likes to return the gestures when he knows the two of you are alone. He finds that such intimate acts should be strictly kept private. For they only need to live in his memory for eternity, isn't that enough? Why should other people see? Unless he's trying to prove something to someone, he would much rather share these vulnerable moments with you and you alone as his witness.

PANTALONE

He's extremely greedy when it comes to your affection. Pantalone likes to have you follow him around even when he's working, but considering how busy he can get, certain opportunities are sparse throughout the day. The Ninth doesn't like surprises, preferring to handle things that he can anticipate to some extent. But he wholeheartedly welcomes your little "surprise attacks" even if they do serve as a distraction at times.

His hands are usually found resting on your hips or sides; often rubbing up and down slowly as he happily leans towards you, kissing back unhurriedly. He often hums pleasantly in these moments, a wordless sign to let you know that he's enjoying himself.

Pantalone likes to return the gestures whenever you're by his side doing work with him. Even if he's a Harbinger, everyone needs breaks. His are spent giving you a quick peck on the nose or a lengthy smooch on your forehead before indulging in a conversation for a brief moment. His smile, usually deceptive and dread inducing seems to grow more relaxed and resigned whenever he's with you.

TARTAGLIA

He's is a simple, straightforward lover. If you were to treat him with such straightforward advances, he would see it as another challenge to overcome. Just give him a moment, he's still processing what exactly you just did to him before he registers your figure briskly walking off with a teasing grin. He's catching up in no time, trying to get back at you as soon as possible.

Tartaglia opts to let you lead during these instances. The Eleventh Harbinger always takes the lead on the battlefield, dictating the flow of every single moment with every strike he takes. But with you, he is not a warrior. With you, he is Ajax, a man who has simple wants and dreams of anything relatively close to a normal life. He's grateful that you fulfill his dreams, that you fulfill him.

He adores smothering you in his own pecks, each short lasting yet full of energy. Tartaglia would definitely use certain tactics you have against him on you, and it never fails to surprise you. Not because he catches you off guard, but because you're touched he remembers such moments from the past so vividly.

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