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harukaprism · 2 years

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Only good girls get to

Pairing: Tighnari x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, orgasm denial, princess & baby girl used as pet names, fingering, marking (hickyes and bite marks), lil bit of bully Tighnari,

Word Count: 1,495

Dawn's notes: I am a firm believer that Tighnari is a a sweetheart, but he is a bully in bed. Have you heard him speak?

Tighnari was as busy as ever, dealing with the Forest Rangers, helping Collei, doing his forest ranger duties, dealing with the withering zones; everything on one plate.

What did he always have time for? Denying you the pleasure of the sweet bliss of an orgasm. Truthfully that was all that had been on his mind today, the tears in your eyes, the wobble of your lips, the sweet moans and pleas to just cum, and of course how you looked at him like he was the only thing in your world.

Doing any work today was nearly impossible, even if he was halfway across the Avidya Forest he could hear you talking, he could hear every word you spoke, how you talked to all of the plants and animals you treated. Archons, if he wasn’t already in love with you.

But one thing that got him so uncontrollably turned on was when the two of you passed each other in the forest, though it would have been innocent touching for those who did not pay attention, but for you it was anything but innocent.

“Oh Tighnari! How is your work going?” Your smile lit up the entire forest.

“It’s going well, thank you. How was the withering zone? I assume for the two of you it was no big deal?” He questioned as he stopped his group to talk with you and Collei. His eyes trained on your neck; though you tried to hide it well he could still pinpoint the red and purple markings he had left on you the night before. He could feel the scratches on his back burning but he didn’t mind.

As if you could feel his gaze on your neck you tried to adjust your collar to offer more cover as Collei spoke about the battle the two of you had, not that he paid attention, all he could focus on was the many bite marks that littered your body, the ones on your forearm and the ones that laid hidden by your shirt, those were his favorites. The red marks that littered all over your chest, mainly on your breasts.

Thinking too much about your body always made him react in strange ways, ways he knew you loved. “I can’t wait to read the report then.” He spoke curtly, with the finality in his works you and your companion moved past him, with a flick of his tail he brushed it against the back of your legs making it known what he wanted from you later in the night.

Work drudged on that day, all he could think about was you under him, begging and pleading with him. Once night had fallen he made his way to your shared home, his keen eyes could pick up on you wandering around fresh from a bath, he was going to make you regret not waiting for him. The second he walked past the door he closed it making sure the lock clicked into place.

The wide-eyed expression you gave him made him want to pounce on you right there and then. “Welcome home dear. Is everything alright?” You looked so innocent but the way the colors of his markings stood against your skin and the light interior of your home made him throw everything to the wind.

“You took a bath without me. Such a pity, I maybe would have let you cum there.” Watching your reaction to his words sent blood rushing through his veins, with your wide eyes you stared back at him in silence taken aback, processing everything he said to you. Closing the door he worked on getting his hoodie off. “May I take you?”

“Please, ever since you teased me in the forest earlier I have needed you.” Your voice sounded so sweet and dripped with honey, to a man who didn’t know you and your ways he would have had fallen for the faux innocence but he knew you. He knew that this was just a way for you to get under his skin and increase his craving for you.

“Then strip down and get on the bed.” Keeping a majority of his clothing on he watched you as you shedded your sheer pajamas and climbed onto the bed. He made his place between your legs, tightening his gloves around his fingers staring down at you. He could hear your heart beating faster as you wiggled your hips. “Use your words.”

“Please Tighnari I want you.” You reached down and grabbed his arm pulling his fingers to your core, even with his gloves on he could feel the heat radiating off of you.

“Come on now, I know you can do better than that.” No matter the smallest amount of noise that you made he would be able to hear you. Slowly he used his middle finger to circle your clit applying just the littlest bit of pressure.

“Please please please.” Were you even trying? Pulling his finger away he watched you with his tentative eyes, curious as to how you would take this. “Nari really?” You spoke out in whine as you forced yourself to sit up. “Do you like teasing me like this?”

“Oh yes quite, it is fun to see how whiney you get and I know you love the chase.” With a smirk he motioned for you to lay back down, yet you didn’t. “You’re going to be defiant now?” His interest was piqued.

“I don't want to be teased anymore. Please give me the pleasure you always do.” You reached for his hand again but he refused to let you grab ahold of it.

“See, you aren’t being a good girl. So I will give you pleasure but you don’t get to cum. Only good girls get to.” With that he brought his fingers back to your clit, using his middle and pointer fingers he applied pressure keeping his circles tight across the little bundle of nerves.

His teal/brown eyes watched your carefully as your body twitched and rolled at the pleasure that was rushing through your blood, your hips lift ever so slightly begging his fingers to go lower into your core, your body doing all the work when your mouth was only filled with wanton moans, far too busy to speak.

This is how he liked to have you the most, underneath him, a complete mess, your only thoughts were about him and the pleasure he gave you. Moments like these were his favorites, he didn’t have to worry about everything outside of your home, all he had to do was focus on you and the pleasure that was taking over your body.

Deciding you deserved to earn a little more of him he slowly dragged his fingers down to your greedy hole, he could see that it was clenching around nothing, taunting him. He knew from the over stimulation from last night and his teasing made you close already. All he had to do was get you right to the point of bursting and then bring you down so he can start all over again.

Tighnari picked up on the tears that laced your eyes as he slowly inched in his fingers, normally high pitched whining and squeals would hurt his ever so sensitive ears but with yours it only made him feel more excited. He knew your body better than anyone, he knew exactly where your spongy spot was and just how much pressure to apply to get you gushing around his fingers.

Even with his glove on he could feel how wet you were, you were ready for his cock but you hadn’t earned it yet. “Oh god Nari, right there please!” You moaned out as your fingers clenched the bedsheets.

Letting out a huff he rolled his eyes as he pressed his palm closer to you so it was applying pressure to your clit as the tips of his finger grazed over your sensitive spot. “I know baby, trust me I know.” He could feel your walls squeeze around him, he just needed you to get a little closer. “Come on baby, don’t you want to cum?”

It was good that he was distracting you with your pleasure because you apparently forgot that he told you no, your sweet little head nodding vigorously up and down, feeling your velvety walls fluttering around him he quickly pulled his fingers out of you staring at the mess you made of his glove.

You let out a cry of anguish as you glared at him. “I was so close!”

A smirk tugged at his lips as he spread his fingers, watching your essence gleam in the light. “Oh I know, did you really forget what I said? You haven't been good so you don’t get to.” His eyes met yours as his skillful tongue shot out and licked between his fingers, getting his first taste of the night.

He was going to ruin you.

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lyxzeun · 1 year

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THE ACHY BREAKY HEARTS ;; Prolouge ;; TWTIA ; The Winner Takes It All

The Series ;; Sitting in your office, waiting for someone to come in the store, you start to doze off, and before you realize— You start to dream. Of something dreadly.. Something that happened five years ago.

THE ACHY BREAKY HEARTS ;; MASTERLIST

★ WARNINGS. 彡 ;; reader gets framed of stealing AND tortured by childe’s subordinates and childe practically didn’t care because he didn’t come to the rescue and put the fatui first, the tsaritsa believes readers denial, but the subordinates got angry that she’d trust you, so they drug you, and they practically put you in a dungeon in the palace and tortures you. badly. ; wax on skin thingy, the most horrendous things the subordinates have done; lasso hitting, slapping, hair cutting, reader gets threatened to leave snezhnaya. ; reader is implied to have long hair.

— taglist (that is super open) ;; @tiddieshakeshownu (username had me baffled LMAOOO)

The two of you were still young. New. Fresh. You two were still… small to understand. Childe was immature, fresh off on the Fatui, so there was no doubt that he would be trying his best in his first few days, just like you when you first got your job. But who thought that it would all come to this?

“It wasn’t me, I swear, Your Majesty! I would never do something so vulgar!” You insisted, shaking your head in denial. “We saw her, Your Highness. She was grabbing away!” Childe’s subordinates said in coax, you looked at him in disbelief. “What? You know me! You know I wouldn’t do anything like that!” — “Not until now.” The Tsaritsa’s voice cuts in deep. “I didn’t think you were like this, [Name]. And to think I let you in the palace without knowing you were such a thief!” She shouted, growling angrily at you. “N-No! No, Your Majesty, this has to be some kind of mistake! I don’t even have the items I was accused of stealing!” You fended, “Because the subordinates have told me you already sold them for mora!” She shouts back, rage filling against her. “I don’t even have money! I hit zero ever since Tartaglia came here, and accuse me all you want, Your Majesty, but neither did I steal and sell them for mora, but I worked hard so that I would be able to eat! You wouldn’t understand because you’ve never hit zero!” You retorted— Giving the Tsaritsa the same rage she gave you. The Tsaritsa gasps and stands up from her throne, walking up to you. She raises her hand as you wait for a sting on your cheek, not before you see Pantalone. “Your Majesty. I must have you digress, but the items that [Name] is accused of stealing is right here, with me.” He shows her the pendant, the important pendant that was kept in the palace for centuries. The Tsaritsa lowers her hand, sighing out heavily until she walks up to Childe’s subordinate. Her hand lands across the subordinate’s face, his mask falling to the ground. “My apologies for the sudden ruckus I’ve caused, [Name]. You are free to leave.”

As you head outside the throne room, you felt a lingering presence behind you. You thought it was Pantalone, walking back to his quarters, not until you felt a folded piece of cloth against your mouth— but as you inhaled, you felt a wash of heaviness come over you. A sudden wave of a faint and heavy pry of an aching feeling.

“No! Stop, stop it, please! I beg of you!” You cried out, binds shackling you down as they melt down wax on your thighs. You couldn’t even escape, the sting of the lasso was already enough. But they— Childe’s subordinates just couldn’t get enough, could they? They’re vulgar, disgusting beings that shouldn’t have lived. They shouldn’t have. Why was everything, everyone so unfair to you? Is everyone simply just lucky they aren’t targeted by such? Why?

One subordinate grabs a handful of your hair, a pair of scissors in his hands, “What?! No, no! Anything but my hair, please—!” You pleaded, but you were too late. He already torn and cut a piece of your hair. He holds the chunk of hair he cuts off, right in front of your face, dropping it to your thighs as he lands a harsh slap against your cheek. “Pathetic.” He indicates. You already knew you were, why did he have to rub it in your face?

One subordinate laughs. So mischievously and viciously that you’d think they weren’t human beings; not giving a single care or word for their own kind. He lands one slap on your face. Wasn’t the other nine already enough?! “Listen here, you big pest. You leave Snezhnaya, and you stay away.” He turns out a switchblade and places it across your neck as he pulls your head backwards with a hand of your hair in his free hand. “I wouldn’t be the least bit to be afraid to sway this knife over your throat once I know the second that you’ve step foot here again. Even in the next decades. Till the day you die.” He asserts, throwing your head out of his hands, leaving with the other subordinates.

Knock. A knock on the door splayed throughout the room, Marjorie’s sweet toned voice pierced through the door. “[Name]? Dearest! We have a customer! He needs your help on finding the perfect ring for his significant other!” She says contentedly. You could hear her small jumps from her shoes to the door. You laugh quietly to yourself and fix your clothes, dusting yourself off after a long doze off. You open the door from your office, a figure displays behind Marjorie, that tavern owner nearby. Diluc Ragnvindr.

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el-dritchknight · 5 months

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the start of something new [neuvifuri]

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters | Ships: Furina/Neuvillette (Genshin Impact)

Summary:

Extra, extra! The Iudex keeps showing up at the former (?) Hydro Archon's door with pastries, presents and the purest water in all the lands. Is something brewing between the two after she had left the Palais Mermonia? (Note: The opinions and speculations expressed in this publication are those of the author alone. They do not reflect the opinions or views of the Steambird.) Or: Furina and Neuvillette begin again.

performing as the hydro archon, focalors, the god of justice, regina of all waters, successor of egeria, etc., was a delicate balancing act - a long and exhausting stint on a tightrope above the churning waters of the primordial sea, with one false move plunging her people into seafoam. held aloft by duty, furina did her best to commit to the role at her own expense, taking one painful, lonely step at a time for half a millenia...

now that the curtains have set, furina takes her first steps into being human.

read the rest on ao3

#neuvifuri #focallette #Neuvillette #furina #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfic #gi fanfic #el writes

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kannymaei · 1 year

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The Perfect Girl - Chapter 11 (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)

Author’s Note: All characters are OOC! Please be reminded that this fanfic is Modern! AU and Highschool! AU and none of this are canons to the actual lore of Genshin Impact. I do not own Genshin Impact or the characters in the game!

Synopsis: You were a graduating high school student who somehow got involved in unfortunate events and transferred to Teyvat International School. Due to your “complicated” physical features, you became the main target of the school’s “bully”, Kamisato Ayato! Together with his friends, Diluc Ragnvindr, Tartaglia, and Arataki Itto.

Word Count: 3.9k

Taglist: @frieschan @nejibot

Masterlist

Next -> Chapter 12

It has been a couple of months already since you were discharged from the hospital and today is a special day.

You're wearing a long-sleeved white dress while placing camelia flower pins on your little bun together with the necklace and bracelet that Ayato gave you. The chain has a medium oval-shaped Sapphire gem while the bracelet is silver that has three small camelia flowers in the middle.

This gift was just a gift to you, but for Ayato it means everything.

…Everything?

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Ayato patiently waited for you in the carnival while sitting in the nearby pastry shop where he bought you different flavors of macarons with some freshly baked croissants.

It was all peaceful not until he saw three familiar shadows of people. His eyes widened because he couldn't understand why these people are here right now, was it a coincidence? Maybe not. It was just supposed to be the two of you here today.

"I'd never thought the Lord of the Kamisato Family would indulge in a place like a carnival." Arataki Itto said while smirking at his best friend.

"Is the Lord of the Kamisato Family not allowed to be seen in such places?" Ayato gave Itto a cold glare, making the white-haired rascal flinch a little.

"Why are you surprised that we're here, didn't you invite us here in the first place?" Diluc Ragnvindr states while looking at the bag of pastries he bought for you.

"Oh, sweets! You won't mind if I get some here right? Pretty sure you didn't buy anything with beans here." As Itto was about to lay his hands inside the bag he was immediately tightly held on the arm by Ayato.

"I was about to say you're so thoughtful to buy us food but it seems… This was bought for someone else." Childe smirked at Ayato who was currently scratching his head abashedly.

…

A car stopped in front of the cafe and revealed the elegant lady. The three men froze and were completely shocked by the beauty you had, how long it had been and how come, especially Ayato, did not notice that you were so simple but pretty.

However, Diluc seemed not bothered by your sudden appearance. It was you who invited him, Childe, and Itto to come along. Although, he was kind of already expecting that you'd be dressing up.

You came up to Ayato immediately and whispered to him.

"Sorry, I got a little excited and embarrassed. I invited everyone…" You let out a small giggle.

The man seemed to keep up a straight face despite his inner self breaking down already. He wanted this day to be special for both of you. It seemed that hanging out with you while you were in a hospital made him think that you're not a bad person after all even after all of the childish games the two of you played.

"W-well, I suppose Lumine should be here anytime soon…" You nervously spoke when your phone beeped a message that was from Lumine.

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From: Lumie 🎉

Y/N! I'm so sorry I can't come today… I woke up and I have Chicken pox! I guess I'll see you after two weeks or more weeks then… Just about time for the Kamisato Family's annual celebration for the heir.

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(A/N: And I'm going to give y'all a pretty good guess on what's about to go down in the next chapter.)

"Oh no! Lumine can't come, she, unfortunately, has chicken pox." You spoke softly which was too cute for Ayato to hear hence his ears were starting to turn red.

"Stop going "Oh no!" Y/N. You're alive! I haven't seen you so well in ages! I thought you were going to be bedridden after all that?!" Itto is exaggeratedly said.

"Calm down Itto…" Diluc and Ayato said in unison. The two glared at each other as if there was a heavy atmosphere of fighting between them.

"Isn’t it a little too soon for Y/N to go to places like this? She just got out of the hospital…” Diluc sighed and his hands moved across his face.

Before anyone could say a thing, Diluc was very much straightforward with his thoughts and actions.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll keep you away from harm.” He said while staring at the flower pins you have in your head while unconsciously holding your hand.

Ayato was fixated on your small hands that were being held by the manly hands of one of his best friends, for some reason, he did not like whatever was in front of him.

There was a long silence but was fortunately interrupted by Itto’s sneeze due to the smell of the Cafe, after all, he does not like beans. The five of you walked out with Diluc still holding your hand and you weren’t aware of the dark auras Childe and Ayato were producing whereas it’s enough for Itto to be scared of what happened next since all that Diluc was doing to look back at the three and smirk at them for holding something they wanted to hold.

A few minutes after, something caught your eye and you ran to it letting go of Diluc’s hand but this time Childe was quick to go after you. You were in front of a really cute and squishy stuffed toy in a stall at the carnival.

“I-I’d like to play twice!” You slammed down the money in front of the staff who smiled and handed you a toy gun with 6 bullets, 3 each play.

You don’t have good accuracy and precision with guns and wasted all six bullets, you didn’t notice Childe was grinning at you while you were grieving your failure.

He held you by your shoulder and whispered. “Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll get this one for you.” As he puts down his money while the staff arranges the emptied cans before handing Childe his toy gun and bullets.

“Now, watch closely Y/N.” He positioned his arm and legs, he looked like he knew how to use a gun. Well, after all, Childe came from a popular family. Everyone heard three bullets were shot and it was a bullseye!

Other people that were watching began to clap their hands to Childe while he felt so honored to be praised by other people.

“Acta es Fabula, Plaudite!” He jokingly bowed to other people.

“Congratulations Miss, your boyfriend won this price for you.” You heard the staff speak behind you while handing you the stuffed toy that you wanted.

“Wow! She’s so lucky to have a handsome gentleman as her boyfriend!”

“Mommy! I also want that stuffed toy!”

“I’m sorry dear, someone got to it first. Let’s choose something else okay?”

“Okay, Mommy!”

“When would I get a boyfriend like him?”

“In your dreams girl!”

“W-wait! I-I’m not h-his girlfrie-” Childe grabbed you and walked in the middle of the crowd.

“Childe! What are you doing?” You frantically said while he continued to drag you.

“Saving you from the crowd, what else?” He replied and hid his slight blush.

After a few moments, you and Childe are both exhausted and currently resting at a small table with the others.

“Took you long enough to get back here, a lover from Snezhnaya." You heard Itto speak while the two of you were still catching your breath.

"Very funny Itto…" You pouted at him and somehow made a certain individual blush.

"Are you alright Y/N?" Diluc immediately came to your care quickly giving you a cup of water which you gladly accepted.

"S-she's fine Diluc, stupid crowd," Childe replied but he already looks like he got squished and dies in the corner already.

Ayato did nothing but observed the four of you. He was quite frustrated with how his friends were doing everything just to keep you away from him but then again he didn't want to appear as someone who likes you. He decided to set aside the knot feeling he has in his heart for a while and think about the girl she likes, Guuji Yae, who hasn't been messaging or talking to anyone after her party. Some students in the school were worried about her but there have been ongoing rumors going on about her at the same time, everyone had their doubts about it and concluded that anyone who spread that rumor was only jealous of Guuji Yae.

"Is everyone alright for an early lunch?" Ayato said while fixing the buttons of his left wrist and looking at his watch.

"Hell yeah, I am!" Itto was the first person to reply, of course, you thought he'd be the first person to get hungry.

"Would our pretty lady pick a restaurant of her choice?" Ayato gave you a charming smile while speaking which made you flustered for a while.

(What possessed this person? I doubt he remembered me.) You thought to yourself and tried to think of a restaurant.

"What about "Good Hunter" Diluc brought me there when I was new in the school." You genuinely answered which brightened up the redhead's face. He was glad that even though you were in a coma, you still remembered the first things you had with him.

"Hmm, it's quite affordable there but if that's what Y/N wants then sure! Let's go." Ayato replied while picking up the bag he's been carrying since you arrived here.

The four of you followed him to his vehicle.

"Are we driving solo or are we driving as a group?" Childe said while waving and playing with his car keys.

"Which one do you prefer, Y/N?" Ayato asked you.

(What's with these people making me decide on their cars.) You mentally rolled your eyes at them.

"I prefer riding in groups, so it doesn't feel lonely." You replied.

"Then I offer to drive!" Itto shouted that echoed in the parking area.

"First come, first serve," Itto added and there's like a static shock with the four of you outside.

You quickly dashed to the backseat followed by Diluc and Childe leaving Ayato in the passenger seat.

The car seating arrangement:

Driver's seat: Itto

Passenger seat: Ayato

Back seat: Diluc, Y/N, Childe

Ayato thought you were aiming for the passenger seat which is why he didn’t race with Diluc and Childe but now he’s frowning on the side of his seat.

Meanwhile, you’re in the middle of Childe and Diluc.

“Itto, please stay safe driving.” You broke the silence.

“Of course I am, don’t worry Y/N” Itto smirked. Why was he smirking? You’re pretty sure that he wouldn’t crash the car right?

“Y/N since you’re new in our school. Why won’t you tell us about your childhood?” Itto said, he’s not doing much because he’s driving.

“I…” You spoke slowly and thought how on earth would you say that Ayato is your childhood best friend? To escape the situation, you put your hand on your forehead to show that you’re having a hard time recalling it.

“I think it’s best not to ask Y/N about her childhood, I believe she’s having a hard time recalling it,” Childe said while wrapping his arms around your shoulder.

(Why would Y/N get a hard time recalling her childhood? If she doesn’t want to remember it, she’d say it’s best not to talk about it because it’s unpleasant.) Somehow, this thought bothers Ayato.

You look out the front window and see that the road ahead isn’t nice. You’re pretty much sure that this doesn’t look like a road ahead for a restaurant.

“Itto, I’ve been in that restaurant and I’m damn sure this isn’t the short route,” Diluc said trying to hold still.

“What? I can’t hear you Diluc.” Itto shouted before turning the maneuver from side to side causing the back seat to fall into shambles.

You, being the person who sits in the middle have been thrown off from side to side. Falling into Childe’s chest to Diluc’s.

“Why are middle seat belts shitty?!” You attempted to remain your composure but failed to do so and continued to fall into your friends' manly chests.

“Ouch! That hurts!” Childe said and rubbed his head after hitting it on the corner of the car.

Diluc had enough and immediately grabbed you by your hips and pulled you closer to him. This had his face turn into a tomato. On the contrary, Itto finally hit the brakes.

“I was wondering which one of you has a thing for Y/N, so it’s you Diluc,” Itto said and laughed.

“W-who said I like Y/N?! You’re the dumbass who went on a zigzag rocky road that no person in their right mind would choose this road to eat in a restaurant.” Diluc furiously replied trying to get his point across before he let out the cat in the box.

“I’m simply protecting Y/N! She just got out of the hospital!” He added, defending himself.

“Look at her, she’s happy as a clam.” Itto looked back and stared at you who was currently flushed having your face pressed onto a man.

“Too much defense is quite suspicious.” Ayato coldly said while staring at the road ahead.

“What about you Ayato?” Itto looked at him in the eyes.

“What do you mean what about me?” He annoyingly replied to Itto.

Ayato’s eyes widened for a little bit when he saw you wrapped around Diluc’s body. He shook his head before replying again.

“What about it?” He added.

“Itto, when are you going to continue driving? I am hungry.” Childe begged for Itto and he smiled and moved the maneuver of his car.

Ayato is disturbed by the things Diluc is doing to you. He decided to avert his thinking to something else and continued to wonder how Miko is doing.

Ayato thought to himself, after the accident and the days he spent every day in the hospital too. You don’t seem to be a bad person at all…

(Y/N’s kind, Y/N’s pure-hearted… Wait why am I thinking of Y/N?! I’m only doing this because I’m indebted to her) He shook his head and admired the scenery.

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A couple of minutes later, you finally arrived at good hunter when you should have been here way earlier only if Itto wasn’t a bad driver.

Fast-forwarding time, you were mistaken to be Diluc’s girlfriend by the other waitresses but Ayato tried to correct them that you weren’t his which made some of his friends laugh.

You enjoyed your lunch with everyone, especially when you were listening to Childe’s little sibling whom he called Teucer. He said that he hasn’t seen him a lot since he went to high school and he would love you to meet his family.

Itto talked about the childish rivalry he had with Kujuo Sara, how Sara always takes something very important from him and then bribes him into something. On the other hand, he had a bunch of friends outside school which he calls his gang and there’s a girl there that’s named Kuki Shinobu.

When it was Diluc’s turn to share something, he mentioned Kaeya, whom you met during your first days in school in this same restaurant that loves to tease and annoy Diluc. He mentioned that he used to be close friends with Jean not until a certain incident happened. They also had another friend, Lisa, who transferred schools after middle school. She’s rumored to be smart but also lazy.

Last but not least was Ayato, who said that he doesn’t want to share anything.

“Oh come on man, everyone shared,” Itto said while struggling to slice the steak he ordered.

“Well, if he doesn’t want to share. It’s alright, everyone has their privacy.” Diluc said and nodded.

“How about this, isn’t the annual celebration of the heir of the Kamisato Family 2 weeks from now?” Childe asked.

“Yes…” Ayato quietly replied, something seemed to be bothering his mind. As if he isn’t excited about the event.

“Why do you sound upset?” After listening to them talk, you finally spoke.

“Who said I’m upset?! This is none of your business Y/N!” He replied with a frustrated tone.

“Whoa! Someone’s on their period.” Childe jokingly said before he got smacked in the back by Itto.

"What was that for?!" Childe complained to Itto.

Ayato was a little surprised by your reaction, you were shocked by his sudden tone.

"I-I'm sorry, it's just… I get this bad feeling that something's going to happen and I'm not going to like it…" Ayato said and apologized to you.

"I-it's okay!" You worryingly answered him.

"Should we get dessert?" Diluc said to lighten up the mood. Fortunately, everyone agreed and ordered their respective sweets.

The afternoon was well spent walking around the mall near the restaurant, no one would want to go to the carnival with a full stomach.

—

You found yourself in the shoe and heels section in the mall. A pair of stilettos caught your attention and it was displayed in a glass case.

"These shoes were created specifically by a Princess from a foreign land. It is almost 70 years old but it was taken care of by this shop for a long time. This is the only pair that exists in the world. If no one buys this in the next 14 days, it will be put onto auction." The saleslady said.

"It's so beautiful…" You whispered while admiring the hand-picked diamond, carefully carving for every inch of its beauty. It is a daunting piece in the world.

You failed to notice the eyes that were gazing at you as you said those words.

"H-how much was it?" You frantically asked.

"990,000,000 Mora." The saleslady bowed her head when she said it. It's very expensive, even if you're rich. You wouldn't want to buy a pair of stilettos at that price even if it's very pretty. What you liked the most was the flowers and ribbons around it. It's so perfect that it can fit any kind of outfit.

"A-ah… I'll… get it sooner…" You replied with a gloomy tone.

"Ma'am, its price would be lowered to 50,000,000 Mora at the auction. Although it's already a given, a lot of people would fight for it and eventually, it's going to reach that price again…" The saleslady replied.

"O-oh… 14 days… okay…" You said and before you turned your back, you heard someone behind you speak. But isn't the next two weeks the annual celebration of the Kamisato Family? You don't even know if you're invited. If you're not invited, then you would be able to attend the auction.

"I'll take it, here's my black card." Even the other people overheard what he said. Their eyes widened after so long, someone finally bought the shoes.

"Y-you don't have to… I can buy this if I want… I just don't think it's worth it." You looked behind and tried to fight the man who said it.

"You want it right? Consider it as a gift from me."

"As expected from the heir of the Ragnvindr family…"

"Is she Lord Diluc's girlfriend?"

"I don't think the Lord is seeing someone. If he was, it would have been reported everywhere."

"But who is she…"

"Isn't she from the L/N family?"

"This is the first time I heard of the L/N family…"

"You didn't know?! There's a lot of rumors—"

As much as you want to hear the things they would say… you were interrupted by your friends.

Ayato's eyes darkened, they lost the shine they had earlier. He was completely distraught and thorned apart. He wanted to hate you so bad but he just can't, and he doesn't even know the cause of this. Even if he tries to think of Guuji Yae, it doesn't erase the annoyance and frustration he's feeling inside.

The number of times Diluc Ragnvindr bested him.

(Maybe he's just trying to show off that he's a better gentleman than me…) Ayato thought but he knew Diluc would never do that.

(I'm just nervous about the celebration. That's all besides I'm the one who invited Y/N to this day. What was I thinking in the hospital?!) Ayato scratched his head very fast and looked at you and Diluc.

"What the hell is he doing?!" He whispered that had Itto looked at him, he was hesitating to ask Ayato because he knew he wasn't being himself.

"Thank you so much, Sir! Thank you so much, Sir!" All of the staff were repeatedly saying their gratitude to Diluc who bought the shoes.

Aside from that, they included so many freebies that are about 400,000,000 Mora but it's just a bonus considering the price of the shoes.

As the person gifted with these divine shoes, you get to choose 20 sets of accessories you wanted, colognes, 10 different designer dresses, and 1 gown that was worn by the Princess.

"The gown isn't a part of the freebie Ma'am. Lord Ragnvindr added 700,000,000 Mora to pair it with the shoes. The reason for the price was there is only one dress and one pair of shoes that exists in the world. Any form of copies or imitations would put someone’s family and future generation in jail for a lifetime." The manager of the shop said as he walked out of the authorized room.

"D-Diluc! That's… 1,690,000,000 Mora! How could you buy me such things! I- I don't deserve it…" You said to him.

He hasn't said anything since he bought the dress.

"Y/N, a lady like you deserves an elegant gown for the Kamisato Family's Annual celebration. Has Ayato not mentioned it? That you were invited?" He said while tucking your hair behind your ears.

"Ma'am, the reason the gown isn't displayed was that it's supposed to be bought together with the shoes. Even if the buyer doesn't have enough money to buy the gown and shoes together. Whoever buys the shoes will automatically be the buyer of the gown and it will be forever preserved in their family's name until it has been decided that it will be bought.

And another reason that it was this expensive was that whoever would wear the gown and shoes would be recognized as the rightful inheritor of the princess. Their name shall be written in history. This is due to the princess being infertile and failing to have a child which would mean no one would inherit anything from her." The manager added.

You read an old written will that was sealed. The letter seemed to be only revealed if the shoes and gown were bought.

Only someone as perfect as me would be able to wear this.

"Y/N you are very…—"

"Ehem!" Childe coughed between the two of you.

"Yes, you are invited L/N." Ayato coldly answered Diluc's question.

"I'll have those presents sent to your address Y/N," Diluc said while he was signing a form concerning his purchase.

"Let's go back to the carnival, shall we? It's getting late soon." Itto said trying to lower the tension and the aura Ayato was showing.

Childe immediately understood the message Itto was saying and agreed to his proposal to convince everyone.

The ride was quiet, no one spoke a word not until you reached the destination.

…

It was almost sunset when you arrived but this has to be the prettiest sunset you’d seen. No wonder a lot of people go into the carnival before the evening.

“We can probably eat dinner here after we watched the fireworks around 8:45 PM. In the meantime, we can enjoy some of the rides…” Childe suggested and everyone nodded.

You spent your time trying some of the scary rides but at the same time your right arm is covered in sweat due to Itto has been burying his face in your arm because he was scared.

The next thing you went is Itto test his strength with the hammer game thingy you’re not familiar with but it was embarrassing because he almost broke it.

You accompanied Childe on the claw machine, he said he wanted to go home with some toys for his siblings. You were enjoying your time but what’s odd is that Ayato is different than he was earlier, it’s like he’s avoiding you on purpose or distancing himself from everyone. You thought to yourself if the Ayato you met back in the hospital was different than the Ayato you are seeing right now.

After that, the five of you went to visit a wall that was full of locks with some initials on it. Everyone went admiring the locks, reading the names of the couples in the locks.

You read some of the names written and some of them were familiar to you because it was your classmates.

One lock caught the eye of Diluc, it was neon pink with a sakura keychain on it. Of course, it was easy to spot it due to its color. Diluc walked towards it and everyone followed him.

You were all behind him, waiting for him to speak the names of the locks.

“A + Miko <3” He spoke softly.

“A means Ayato right?” Itto said when the manager approached all of you.

“Ah, there’s a pretty lady with pink hair that did this… Neon locks are quite expensive you know? Neon colors are quite easy to spot and would mostly raise the curiosity of people.” The manager said.

“Itto! Why would you ask if A is for Ayato? Of course, A means Ayato. They’ve been lovey-dovey all around in school!” You said and faked your laugh, your voice almost broke when you said the lovey-dovey part because initially, you don’t like Guuji Yae and the things she did. While Diluc and Childe looked in the eyes of each other as you were conversing with Itto.

“I don’t think… A means Ayato…” Ayato said himself which had you and Itto question yourselves if it wasn’t him then who is that A?

“Excuse me, Sir! Is this the man that the pink-haired lady was with when she bought that lock?” Itto tapped the shoulder of the manager repeatedly, he wanted to know the answer because it should only be Ayato… not unless… Guuji Yae was hiding something.

“Pardon me but it was already the evening when I saw them around here a long time ago… I’m afraid it is not Lord Ayato who the lady was with. I’m sorry if I am prying some personal issues here…” Almost every manager and organizer of the carnival is familiar with Ayato because he is one of the honored ones.

“I believe the man is a little short…”

Ayato’s heart was starting to beat faster, he did not want to listen further but his heart really wanted to know more about the man.

“The color of his hair is…”

He was nervous… there are only two possible people that would fit the description.

“Ashy light blonde.”

He sighed in relief, he already thought of Aether but fortunately, the color of Aether’s hair is blonde.

“Albedo?” You and Itto said in unison, this had Diluc and Childe mentally face-palming themselves. Diluc didn’t hesitate but took this chance to give everyone a hint about who was it.

“You don’t think it’s Aether?” Diluc said, the moment Ayato heard his name he felt like his heart stopped beating.

“I don’t know man, Aether is fully blonde-” Itto paused before continuing because he realized something.

“You’re right… It could be Aether… the manager did say it was a long time ago and it was also the evening… He could have mistaken it as ashy light blonde…” Itto added.

“Y-yeah! But wait! I don’t think it’s Aether… isn’t he Ayaka’s girlfriend. I don’t think he would cheat on her and if it’s Albedo, we don��t see them interact in school and why would Albedo flirt with the woman of Ayato?” You argued.

You were caught off guard when the megaphone started to say something.

“Good evening everyone! We would like to announce that the fireworks are going to set off in 5 minutes. Please group in the plaza next to the carnival so you can all watch it.” With that being said, the people started to walk outside of the carnival leaving all of you with an unfinished important conversation.

“Let’s go shall we?” Diluc offered and everyone agreed.

Ayato was distraught, he was following you guys mindlessly, clenching the pastries he bought you earlier. It was unfortunate that he didn’t get to give it to you. He kept on thinking why would Albedo do something like that? His mind was clouded that he didn’t comprehend the things you stated about who was the man Guuji Yae was with.

Childe tapped on his shoulder which jolted the Ayato back to reality.

“Don’t overthink it, bro, we will get to the bottom of this. You can ask Guuji Yae about it, right? I’m pretty sure she would be honest with you.” He rubbed Ayato’s back to make him worry less about it.

…

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, the fireworks will begin in 60 seconds.”

“Dammit! I’m too small to be in front!” You said when Diluc held your hand and ran off. You looked back to your other friends but your eyes were fixated on Ayato’s lilac eyes which shone brightly with the reflection of the lights.

(Is he… sad?) You whispered before you reached the front of where the fireworks were best viewed.

“Don’t worry about them Y/N… Here take my handkerchief, it’s going to be a little smokey while we watch and I don’t want you inhaling the smoke because I care about you… I-I mean you just got out of the hospital right?” Diluc said while you accept his handkerchief.

People suddenly became quiet when the first firework was lit. You looked up and watched the fireworks in the sky and smiled.

“Y/N… you are so beautiful when you smile… You should do it often.” Diluc said but you didn’t hear it clearly because he was whispering it and you were too distracted by the fireworks.

While everyone else is watching the fireworks, Ayato was looking somewhere else.

Ayato found himself in the same position again when he watched Diluc carry you in a bridal matter when you first entered the school and you got sprained. He is watching you enjoy the fireworks with Diluc.

“So Ayato… you sure you still hate Y/N?” Itto said to him when he saw where Ayato was looking.

“Excuse me, I need to do something urgent at home.” Ayato lied and walked away.

…

2 weeks later…

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen! We are welcoming you to the annual celebration of the Kamisato Family! I present you the heir of the Kamisato Clan, Kamisato Ayato!” The master of the ceremony said.

The event was extravagant, not even rich people would be able to enter the venue. This event was purely held with noble families, people who were born from old money.

The event has people attending from each family such as the Lawrence clan, Gundilhr clan, and other prestigious families.

The ladies were seen in gowns that are designed with rare diamonds and pearls while the gentlemen were seen in their coats that were specifically named after them. Each of the coats has its signature design that would define them.

You stepped out of your car and wondered how this night would go on.

…

2 weeks ago…

“Lord Ayato? What brings you back here?” The manager of the love locks greeted him.

“I… I would like to buy a lock.” Ayato said.

“Is it a neon blue my Lord?” The manager said that surprised him, how does he know it would be a neon blue that Ayato would buy?

“How-” Ayato replied.

“I have something for you, my lord…” The manager went near the locks and tried to search for something that piqued the interest of Kamisato Ayato.

After a few minutes, the manager showed him something but this surprised Ayato to the extent he would think he was dreaming and wished for someone to punch him in the face. He read over and over again what was written.

“There’s no fucking way…” He muttered, the words were poorly written and it was more than 10 years ago… probably 11 or 13 years. Most importantly, the date written was his birthday.

…

“Kamisato Ayato + L/N Y/N”

“Our love will never falter.”

“March 26, 2150”

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genshinimpactful · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Scaramouche/Ying | Lumine (Genshin Impact) Characters: Ying | Lumine (Genshin Impact), Scaramouche (Genshin Impact), Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Lisa (Genshin Impact), Kaeya (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: 3.3 Update Spoilers (Genshin Impact), lisa and kaeya detective team, Developing Friendships, Developing Relationship, no beta we die like Il Dottore's clones, wanderer and lumine drabbles post 3.3 events, Scaralumi Week 2022, fluff and light hurt/comfort Summary:

“Lisa!” Lisa Minci, upon hearing ferocious knocking at the door, looked up sharply from her perch atop one of the desks in the Knights of Favonius’ Library. Had she not also heard the cries of her precious cutie, and spied a slightly disheveled traveler at the door frame, the smile gracing her face would have been far more malicious in intent.

Uncrossing her legs and stretching her arms out in front of her - pleased upon hearing a satisfying pop from her spine - the librarian greeted the traveler, “Ara, if it isn't my cutie! I thought that you were to remain in Sumeru for the time being.” Her eyes crinkling in the corners, “to what do we owe the lovely surprise of your presence?”

Not mincing words, or sparing any time for pleasantries, Lumine uttered, “Does this library contain any books on baby names?” If Lisa had been drinking a cup of her favorite love poem tea, she very nearly would have spat it out.

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Rating: T

Words: 1772

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Ship: Dainslumi (Traveller Lumine)

Summary: After the amplification device has been turned off, the toll on Dainsleif's body is far from over, and when at last Lumine gets a chance of solitude with him, only temptations may reveal truths

I honestly just wanted any excuse to write them and 2.6 was parfait

#Dainslumi #Dainsleif x Lumine #Lumine #Dainsleif #Genshin Impact #my writing #fanfic #GI Fanfic

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dustofthedailylife · 7 months

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How to Steal the Duke's Heart 101

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Pairing: Wriothesley x (gn!) Reader

Summary: The moment your verdict was decided as guilty you were brought to the Fortress of Meropide - despite being innocent. Little did you know that the trip to prison would make you meet the love of your life.

Tags: Fluff, kissing, you're in prison (but innocent), some violence (not graphic), swearing

A/N: Due to me being utterly normal about Wriothesley I had the idea for this fic - who am I kidding I would commit a crime for this man.

“According to the judgment of the Oratrice Mechanique d’Analyse Cardinale, the defendant is declared… guilty.”

The voice of Chief Justice Neuvillette was ringing in your ears as he read out the verdict. Your verdict.

You couldn’t believe it. You knew you hadn’t done what you had been accused of, that the eyewitnesses had lied the moment they had opened their mouths, that the evidence had been tampered with, that you had been framed for the crime – but you were innocent. And no one was ever going to believe you.

After all, the device that had handed you the fateful false verdict was treated as infallible in Fontaine. You now at least had proof that its reputation was nothing but hollow words. But what use was the knowledge other than just a bittersweet confirmation for no one but yourself?

And before you knew it, guards were escorting you out the back of the Opera Epiclese in handcuffs. Roughly dragging you along with them into a big elevator. Down – deeper and deeper into the depths of the ocean.

You had heard stories of the Fortress of Meropide before – the secluded place where all criminals and outcasts of Fontaine resided. The place no one had ever come back from to tell the tale. At least not in one piece.

You weren’t sure how you felt on the way down the elevator but you would describe it as something akin to hollowness.

The glances the guards threw your way out of the corner of their eyes literally screamed disgust. You were nothing more than a dirty criminal to them after all – someone who was to be shunned and banished from society for all eternity. And if you really had done what you were convicted for, you wouldn’t even blame them for their disdain.

When the elevator arrived at the bottom the doors opened with a mechanical hiss. The scent of machine oil, iron, and damp moldy cellars immediately pricked at your nose and it was the exact opposite of what you’d call homely.

The guards turned you in at the reception, where a rather unpleasant woman took your mugshots before handing you over to yet another rather unfriendly man who led you even further down into the Fortress.

With every new step you took, you tried to come to terms with the fact that the sight of damp, stone, and ironclad walls as well as the lingering industrial smell was going to be your life from now on.

And the dawning realization of that was painfully pulling a tight rope around your throat. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry and most of all, you wanted to run away and pretend like all of this was a bad dream. But you couldn't.

Instead, you were trodding behind the man who was escorting you and silently began to cry as big beads of tears soon began rolling down your cheeks.

"Crying won't help you anymore, sweetheart." The man remarked almost mockingly as soon as he looked back over his shoulder at your defeated frame. "Should've thought about that before you did some shit."

No. You’re wrong. I'm innocent.

At least that was what you wanted to spit back at him. But it was as if any fierceness or strength to stand up for yourself had left you the moment you set foot into this prison. You simply had no strength left to fight.

You soon arrived in a gigantic circular room. The contraption in the middle almost looked like a giant engine, elevators were going up one level on one side and even further down on the other side of the room. The ceiling was so high up that you almost couldn't make it out at all. The light was dim and the only real light sources were yellow lanterns whose light was bouncing off of the copper-colored iron pipes, crates, and frames that lined the entire room. Gloomy would probably be the best way to describe it.

The pungent smell of oil and damp cellar was hanging in the air here as well and probably even more prominent than it had been before. Only now it was also mixed with what you thought was old sweat and… tea? The smell of the latter seemed oddly out of place and you couldn't make out where exactly it was coming from. All you knew was that it was probably the only pleasant smell you had encountered down here.

Taking the elevator up one level again the man you had been following this entire time led you into a side hallway that looked more like a vent pipe. The dimly lit room that was lying behind it was only furnished with a bunk bed and a barely functioning lantern. He unlocked your handcuffs before roughly shoving you into the room with a smug grin on his face.

"Make yourself at home." He chuckled mockingly before turning around on his heel and leaving while whistling a tune to himself that eerily echoed off the stone walls.

You lay down on the bed, exhaling in defeat. Your throat still felt like someone had painfully tied it shut and tears were dangerously pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Now what?

You had no idea what to do here aside from sitting your time off. Where do you get food? Were you supposed to work and if yes, where do you have to and when?

You closed your eyes as a single tear escaped from the corner of your eyes, rolling down your cheek, dampening the pillow you lay on.

All you heard around you were wet droplets falling from the ceiling onto the wet stone floor, distant voices from down below, and your own breathing. The only thing that drowned these sounds out were the thoughts in your head.

Now that you had a quiet moment to yourself after everything that had gone down today, the realization about your situation was beginning to seep in for good. This bed, these walls, the oily smell… this was going to be the rest of your life now.

And that’s when you broke down and started crying once again.

Eventually, you must’ve fallen asleep because the next thing you knew was waking up to the smell of food wafting through the air vent in front of your room.

You got up from the bed, took the elevator down, and followed the smell. Soon you found yourself standing in front of a Cafeteria, where fellow inmates were queuing for lunch. Or was it dinner? You’ve barely even been here a day, but the distinct lack of daylight already made you lose track of time.

You sighed and walked over, queuing for some food as well. You didn’t have any appetite but you knew you had to eat something and your grumbling stomach was screaming for food, appetite be damned. Much to your dismay, the food needed to be paid for, well, at least the stuff that looked digestible.

You ordered the only free option and sat down with the bowl of grayish, funky-looking liquid whose consistency was more akin to that of wallpaper paste. It didn’t look appetizing, but at least it was free and would prevent you from starving.

Just as you were about to lift the first spoon of gooey pap in your mouth, someone sat down at your table, making you halt your movement for a brief second.

He placed his tray on the table with a loud bang before plopping down on the bench right in front of you. His food looked tremendously more high quality than yours. Your mouth began watering from just looking at it. Freshly made roast potatoes with rosemary, fluffy pieces of baguette with salted butter, a big juicy piece of meat – grilled to perfection, and a glass of mousse au chocolat.

He leaned forward, supporting himself on the table with his elbows, folded his hands and intensely looked at you with his piercing blue eyes. It seemed like he wasn’t in a hurry to start eating any time soon.

You pretended to ignore him and began eating. The soup, which could vaguely be identified as lentil soup, left a slimy feeling on your tongue and tasted completely bland. Every fiber of your body told you to spit it back out again but with enough willpower, you actually managed to swallow it. Not without pulling a grimace first though.

“You’re new here.” The stranger in front of you observed with curiosity.

You looked up at him, nodding slowly shoveling another spoonful of goo in your mouth before going back to ignoring him. You weren’t really interested in trying to make connections here. All you wanted was to get out of here again – even though you knew deep down that the likelihood of that was nearing zero.

“Adapting well?” He inquired, still not in a hurry to touch his food.

You suspiciously looked up at him. There was just something about this guy that was off. He didn’t quite fit in here at all. He was admittedly very handsome. He looked well groomed and his attire was way too pompous to be an inmate - or maybe he was some rich guy who got some sort of special treatment down here. Every other inmate was avoiding your table and people looked at him with an almost reverent look in their eyes. If it wasn’t for the scars that seemed to cover the majority of his body already, this just further confirmed your gut feeling to avoid this guy at all costs in the future.

“I’ll take that as a no.” He chuckled, eyeing you further with a smirk plastered on his lips.

“What do you want?” You asked, now slightly annoyed.

“Just trying to strike up some friendly conversation. You know, seeing how lost you were while ordering food, not knowing about tickets, and just dashing around like a scared blubberbeast, led me to believe that no one gave you a rundown of how this place works. So, allow me?” He remarked with that same smirk.

When you wordlessly motioned for him to continue, he began explaining the workings and rules down here in detail. Unspoken rules, general rules, what and who to avoid, how jobs worked, work times, payment and money, general daily schedule, and a lot more. There was simply so much you were beginning to feel lightheaded as soon as he had finished speaking and you could feel the lump in your throat grow in size with every minute that passed. You would never be able to live here.

“That should about cover the basics.” He finished explaining as you swallowed thickly.

You opened your mouth in order to speak but he swiftly lifted his finger to shut you up.

“No need to say anything. I know it’s not easy to adapt to a new environment. Especially not one you feel trapped in. But that feeling will fade eventually. Trust me.” He threw you a genuine smile before lifting himself up from the bench and pushing his tray with the food in your direction, pointing at it with an offering gesture.

“Welcome to the Fortress of Meropide.” He said, before striding away.

“Wait-” You jumped up from the table causing him to halt in his tracks and turn around once more. “What’s your name?”

“Wriothesley.”

After this strange encounter with the mysterious and admittedly attractive man, you didn’t see him around for a long while. This came as a surprise because you’d assume someone with his looks and attire would stick out like a sore thumb wherever he went. But it was as if the ground itself had swallowed him.

You wanted to see him again, mostly because you thought you could learn from him for your life down here. And despite your gut telling you that he was a walking red flag you had developed a strange curiosity for him.

You had begun working at the ship dockyard where a big window was offering a view into the ocean. You could somewhat make out the sky and time of day from there and it was the only thing that kept you from going completely insane in here. All you had done was sleep, work, eat, and repeat since you came here. Some people had tried speaking to you and some asked what you were here for, but you didn’t have any interest in conversing with them – especially not after you had tried telling someone that you were innocent and they had just laughed at you. Needless to say, you had no desire to connect with people – although he was the only exception seeing as you were craving to talk to him again, as much as you tried to deny it.

Today you were working at the docks again and found yourself longingly staring out of the large window. Your mind drifted off and you wondered how it would feel to simply swim back up to the surface where your lost freedom lay.

“Beautiful view, isn’t it?” A familiar voice reached your ears from behind.

“Wriothesley!”

The man in question walked up to you and came to a halt right next to you. He looked out through the window himself before looking at you from the corner of his eyes with a slight smirk.

“Still longing for the surface?” He inquired, crossing his arms over his chest. “It never fully goes away but once you get used to the Fortress you’ll find yourself unable to want to leave.”

“Is that so?” You ushered quietly, scoffing. You were simply unable to believe him, not when your freedom had been taken unjustifiably.

“Thank you for the food the other day, by the way. I didn’t have a chance to thank you yet.” You attempted to divert the topic.

“Don’t mention it.” He waved dit off with an unwavering smile. “It is almost time for lunch, have you eaten yet? We could head to the Cafeteria together. My treat.”

“Oh, you absolutely don’t have to, I have enough credits for food now that–”

“Please. I insist.”

And so you found yourself sitting at the table with Wriothesley again, with the most exquisite meal that tickets could buy down here.

You were surprised he was able to fork over nearly four thousand credits to buy the meals as if they were nothing. And especially since he treated you to such a meal as well, while everyone else down here held onto their credits as if their life depended on it. And of course, you also didn’t miss the stares of the others again when you sat down with your fancy meal.

You carefully eyed the food and then Wriothesley as if you didn’t deserve to be treated to something like this. He looked back at you with a genuine smile as he continued nibbling on his baguette.

“Anything wrong?” He asked with curiosity.

“No. It’s just… why–?”

“Why am I treating you to something?” He raised an eyebrow in amusement as if he had read your thoughts. You nodded slowly in reply.

“You’re interesting. That’s all there is to it.” He admitted with a smirk.

“I’m interesting? Me?” You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “You say that when you’re the one I could say that about. You don’t look like you fit in here at all, you have a truckload of credits to spend, and everyone here looks at you like you own the place.”

You paused for a second, eyeing him suspiciously. “You’ve been here for a long time already, haven’t you?”

“You… could say that, yeah.” He replied with a chuckle, dipping his baguette into the rich sauce on his plate.

“Why are you here?” You continued prying.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” He replied with a smug grin before he continued eating.

You couldn’t quite decide if he was a red flag you should run as far away from as possible or if you wanted to get to know him closer. But either way, your first priority for now was not letting the food go to waste so you began eating the heavenly-tasting meal.

A silence settled between you two that was surprisingly pleasant as you both quietly ate with the occasional glace thrown at each other.

Once you were both done he took your tray with him to put it into the tray cart before turning back around with a smile.

“Same time tomorrow?” He asked.

“U-uh… yeah, sure. I don’t see why not.” You stammered a bit taken aback, still confused as to why he wanted to hang out with you so much. You were a nobody with nothing to your name – not even a criminal record technically.

“Great. See you tomorrow then.”

And with that, a habit would slowly form. You would meet up for lunch each day and not long after, also for dinner. He often picked you up at the docks and bought a meal for you and only sometimes you were able to deter him from doing so and insisted that you bought your own since you were genuinely beginning to feel bad even if he seemed well off.

You sometimes sat down for a long time talking even after you both had finished eating. You chatted just about anything and as it would turn out you two seemed to share similar interests. You found out he really loved tea and had extensive knowledge in that regard. And it just so happened that you too were a fellow tea aficionado. Not only that though, you two shared a similar taste in music, books, food, and more. After a couple of weeks had gone by it felt like you had already been friends for the longest time. And much to your surprise, not once had he attempted to ask you why you were here or pried into your private life.

On another such day, you were just heading out of the dormitories towards the Cafeteria to meet up with him. But before you could arrive there someone forcefully yanked you behind some iron crates. You crashed against them with the back of your head with a loud bang, momentarily losing consciousness as pain shot through your system.

"What kinda big shot are ya, huh? What're ya sitting for?" A man yelled at you aggressively.

As soon as you got a grasp of your surroundings again, even though now extremely dizzy, you saw a big bulky guy with a missing front tooth who was pinning you against the boxes by your throat with an iron grip. He was accompanied by two other, less muscular guys who were staring at you in the same aggressive manner. His lackeys, you assumed.

"I have- I have no idea… what you're talking about." You struggled the words out due to the applied pressure on your vocal cords.

"What're ya here for, asshole?!" The man yelled at you even louder now, a few beads of spit flying right into your face through his tooth gap.

"I… I didn't do anything. I–" You gasped breathlessly as you clutched your hands around the hand around your throat, trying to alleviate some of the pressure being applied to it.

"Bullshit! You don't land here for twiddlin’ ya thumbs counterclockwise. And if the Duke's got the eye on ya already, ya've to be some VIP or some shit!" The toothless man spit on the ground between your feet.

“Duke?” You asked confusedly.

“Tch, don’t fuck with me here, shut ya trap. Now, tell me. What’ve ya done? Be honest or I might’ve’ta polish your visage a lil’.” He viciously cackled in unison with his two lackeys who were cheering on him.

“I didn’t. Do. Anything.” You bit back through clenched teeth, putting a strong emphasis on each word. And before you were able to react, a stinging pain shot through your system as a fist connected with your face, sending your head flying back against the crate once again.

You immediately began to see stars and could feel your consciousness quickly fade away. The ringing in your ears and the accompanying dizziness from the impact was overbearing everything and all you could make out before you passed out was a flash of white light and pleas for mercy. Then everything faded to black.

The next thing you knew was waking up with a bandage around your head and an intense migraine. You felt like a horde of boars had trampled over you. The omnipresent pain got worse when you instinctively tried to sit up on the bed you found yourself on.

You hissed in pain and immediately felt a pair of big hands push you back into the fluffy bedding.

“Stay.”

You recognized this voice. You had heard it so often in the past couple of weeks that, despite your delirious state, you had no issue placing it.

“Wriothesley.” You uttered weakly with your eyes still closed.

“Yes, it’s me. I’m here.”

He took hold of your hand with a reassuring squeeze and the feeling of his warmth on your skin made you feel tingly all over and the all-present pain immediately felt like it was being alleviated ever so slightly. Out of all people you were glad it was him by your side.

“What? Where?” You rasped, attempting to slowly open your eyes.

“We’re in a separate room at the Fortress Infirmary. Someone roughed you up real good and you fell unconscious. I arrived just in time to prevent worse. You’ll probably have a nasty bruise on your face for a while and you’ve got quite the concussion as well as a cracked rib. But nothing some bed rest and a good cup of tea wouldn’t be able to fix, hm?” He tried to reassure, brushing a strand of hair out of your forehead.

"Your Grace, here is the medicine you asked for." A guard suddenly came rushing into the infirmary with a small satchel that he handed to Wriothesley before quickly leaving again after a courteous bow towards the man by your side.

You furrowed your brows in confusion at the display of submissiveness of the guard towards a fellow prisoner when you've been treated with nothing but disdain and… wait a minute.

Your Grace. The looks he got from the others during lunch and dinner time. The Duke. It's him?!

The memories suddenly came rushing back to you – how you had been slammed into the metal crates, how the toothless man had mentioned the Duke while threatening you and how his fist had then ultimately painfully kissed your face.

You didn't have all the puzzle pieces to connect everything into a clear image yet but it was enough to feel that there was an epiphany just mere millimeters out of your range.

You startled and sat up on the bed with wide-blown eyes once more as pain shot through you again from the abrupt movement. Pain so bad you thought you would have to throw up for a second.

"I-I… your Grace? The Duke? It's you! He meant you and– who? W-what?! I-I– he threatened me and I-I'm innocent. I don't belong here I–I'm innocent–" You incoherently stammered nonsense because your mouth couldn't match up with the speed at which your thoughts were racing.

Just who was he?

But before you got to properly ask that question a pair of soft lips gently connected with yours, rendering you speechless and cutting off the words that were spilling from your mouth relentlessly like water from a leaky faucet. He squeezed your hand a little tighter while the other gently found comfort on your cheek. Cradling it so carefully as if you're the finest piece of porcelain in the world and could break any minute.

The gentleness of his touch, the warmness of his lips, and the smell of Earl Grey on his breath made your body explode into a sea of fireworks. It wasn't until this moment that you realized you had developed feelings for Wriothesley that went beyond the casual acquaintance you met up with after work for food in the prison cafeteria. It was just that you had been too occupied and lost in your own thoughts about your predicament to realize it.

Your curiosity and cravings to see him more and more often weren’t just born from a place of loneliness. Your heart had craved for him all this time.

Your hands found comfort in his hair as you leaned into the kiss more, prying a low chuckle out of him and you felt him smirk against your lips.

"I know you are." He whispered against your lips when he separated from you again.

"What?" You asked in confusion, already forgetting what he was replying to.

"That you're innocent."

"N-no I don't mean just in this case… I didn't commit any crimes I was sent here despite being innocent I-"

You didn't even realize you had started crying until he gently wiped a tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"I know." He reiterated firmly.

You looked up in his face and his eyes were filled with nothing but sincerity. He must be the first person you ever encountered who didn't see the sentence of the Oratrice Mechanique d’Analyse Cardinale as infallible and unquestionable.

"How?" You quietly breathed out in disbelief.

"I knew it on the first day I saw you. My beliefs were just further confirmed when I talked to you for the first time. I've been working behind the scenes to get you out of here again ever since." He admitted, wiping another stray tear from your cheek.

That's why he was gone for days after your first meeting and suddenly arrived again behind you at the docks.

"You went above ground?" You rasped, making the question of who he actually is even bigger.

He nodded, taking your hands in his and placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

Is that why he also said you would find out who he is soon enough that one day? But you still didn't know… who actually is he?

"How are you allowed to go out? Who are you?"

"You still didn't figure it out?" He smirked. "I'm Wriothesley. Warden of the Fortress of Meropide."

And at that moment everything fell like scales from your eyes.

His attire, the looks of other prisoners, the abundance of tickets to spend, randomly disappearing for days, the Duke… the Cryo Vision dangling from his shoulder despite not being allowed to carry any in here.

He was the one who saved you earlier.

He must've noticed your glance because he squeezed your hands a little tighter and reassured you: "They won't ever bother you again. I took care of it."

You didn't dare ask what he meant by that and simply nodded in acceptance.

"I can also tell you that things are going well. I pulled some strings and you might be out of here by the end of the week again with no criminal record to your name."

But what if you actually didn't want to leave anymore? At least not without him.

"Will I be able to see you again?"

A question that spilled out of your mouth before you could properly think about it. But the deafening silence that followed told you everything you needed to know. He rarely left the underground and was occupied down here most of the time so the possibility of you and him seeing each other again was low.

"Certainly." He replied after a while avoiding looking into your eyes.

A white lie. He wanted you to return to your old life again, out of the confines of this prison you had unjustifiably been thrown in. He didn't want to keep you here only for the selfish desires of his heart that he had unplannedly given to you along the way. Maybe he would find a way to be with you once you returned, maybe he didn't – But that didn't mean he couldn't indulge in what you had for the remaining time you were here with him.

And that's when he pulled you closer once more, one hand resting on your waist, gently massaging your skin through the fabric of your shirt while reuniting your lips as if it was the last thing he would ever get to taste.

And maybe, if it was what it took to see him again, you wouldn't mind actually committing a crime.

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flokali · 6 months

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Thinking about Neuvillette enabling Furina’s obsession with you, justifying it as a simple crush; yet another of her whims, she’ll get bored of you soon enough, he tells himself, but it’s been a little over a year and your presence seems to only cement itself in her life – and his, by association.

He lets her drag you around, unconsciously or not making you into something akin to a lap-dog, never meant to take a part in the countless meetings and private conversations you’re unceremoniously dragged into; always present yet never needed. You fit in quite well with the two of them, he has to admit, with all the blue hues and Fontaine-style clothes she forces you into, though to be fair you’ve always been quite attractive in his eyes.

He tells himself it’s for her sake, after all, hasn’t the woman suffered enough? Years of anguish can’t be erased but maybe your company can help her process of healing, that is quite the logical reasoning, right? But the truth is he’s always been a little too happy to babysit you whenever Furina leaves you in his office on the rare occasions she’s forced to part with you, he is one of the few people she trusts to take care of her beloved. He can’t lie and say he doesn’t see what it is about you that has so helplessly charmed his companion, everyday he spends with you he feels himself understanding her more and more.

He’s heard companions help soothe loneliness and he doubts Furina would put too much of a fuss if he asked to share, not after everything they’ve been through together.

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tender-rosiey · 6 months

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horns — neuvillette x f!reader

a/n: i gotta work on wriothesley's

“papa!” your little girl coos, reaching out for her dad’s horns. her little hands hold them delicately as she kicks her legs and giggles.

she is so occupied by her dad that she notice you putting down a tray of her favorite cookies. you smile at her before leaning towards your husband.

“looks like someone else likes your horns as much as I do,” you tease neuvillette who’s busy smiling fondly at his little girl, before he looks up at you.

your arms are wrapped around his shoulders from behind. the hold you have on him is so comforting, so light and he can't help how his eyes soften and body further relaxes.

tenderness swim in his eyes, and he looks down at her again, “she looks just like you,” he sighs in contentment, “I couldn’t be happier.”

your heart clenches and you cup his face to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

from the corner of your eyes, you notice your daughter repeatedly patting her head. a look of worry instantly appears on your husband’s face, “d/n, are you alright? what’s the matter?”

your daughter frowns lightly when she taps the top of her head with her two hands once more. she grabs a bit of her hair, but, apparently, she doesn’t find what she is looking for.

her lips jut out as she points at your husband’s horns, “pa?”

he hums in confusion then looks at you, hoping that with motherly super powers, you can understand her.

a few beats pass by before it clicks in your head, and you start smothering her face in kisses, “oh you absolute cutie!” she squeals as she drowns in your affection, “don’t worry! you will get horns and look just like your pretty papa in no time!”

neuvillette is a little puzzled, looking back and forth at your daughter then you. you smile before tapping his horns then tapping her head. he reaches out to hold her, and your girl practically throws herself at him.

he rests his cheek on the top of her head then he closes his eyes and presses a kiss to the top of her head, making her giggle. you sneak away to get a headband that’s been bought for this very moment.

you come back, said headband hidden behind your back, and you usher both your husband and your little girl in front of the mirror. neuvillette quietly sits with your little girl comfortably on his lap.

she stares at the mirror, until your husband starts to lightly bounce her on his legs. she squeals, putting her hands in her mouth then looking up at him, “pa!”

“okay, d/n, look at the mirror for a moment,” you say as you situate the headband on her head, “and voila!,” you kneel beside her, “see? you look just like papa!”

you don’t know who is more in awe, your daughter or your husband. the little girl is basically speechless, and your husband’s eyes have an endless stream of stars swimming in them.

“she does look like me,” he mutters, hold tightening just a tiny bit.

he lets out a breath, before bending slightly to gently rest his forehead on top of your daughter’s little head. he smiles softly, “I am…happy.”

he turns to you, eyes full fondness and love, “thank you.”

you think the bright clear weather that day was no coincidence.

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blueparadis · 1 year

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❝ HONEY D[R]IPS ❞ + AL-HAITHAM

+. CWs —» fem!sub!reader x service dom!al-haitham; virginity kink, size kink, praising,edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, marking, oral act. word count — 1kish.

+. PRECIS —» al-haitham never imagined he can be tamed by a fragile creature like you.

+. NOTES —» there is a little bit of kaveh x reader & also al-haitham x kaveh cuz i refuse to seperate them. I'm in love their ‘chaos in the calm’ dynamic. totally not losing mind over him && you can read my works via NAVIGATION LINKS.

Fragile; that was the word that flashed through his mind when al-haitham first laid his eyes on you as you walked into his life like a dashing wave on a lonely shore wrecking havoc in his mind, body, and soul.

Al-haitham hated it; the unknown feeling amongst his ribcage that made him hear his heartbeats loud and clear, even in the hubbub of a crowd. He is a man of few words unless Kaveh isn't around. Somehow Kaveh manages to create ripples of annoyance in his peaceful mind and it weathers his patience, day by day.

On the other hand, Kaveh tries his best to avoid getting so worked up upon Al-haitham's stimulation yet he can not seem to turn a blind eye to the fact that al-haitham is undeniably quiet in her presence, in your presence. Kaveh was delighted to find out that at least once, he could have the upper hand if al-haitham were to really disrespect him, or hurt his feelings. It did not turn out as he thought it would be.

When Kaveh noticed that Al-haitham's emerald eyes were not on the book's rusty pages but peeking through the book's frame, lips twisting and occasionally turning whenever you are about to leave his sight he knew he could not use this as his wild card but watching him like this is more agonizing than getting yelled at by him.

“Quit staring. it’s creepy.”, Kaveh uttered slamming the book on the table to gain his roommate’s attention. Al-haitham’s eyes shifted from her to his senior, as he whispered, “I wasn’t”, like a lovesick fool. At that moment, Kaveh knew he was hopeless. Not only he flat-out denied his fondness for her but also refused to act. “Guess it’s the other way ‘round”, he hisses before beckoning her in his direction shouting her name from the bottom of his lungs in the library. What an incredible idea to get her attention!

Al-haitham thinks his life hasn’t been livelier before. Watching you talk with his not-so-cool senior, and hearing your giggles, complaints, and tantrums was more than he could ask for. It did not bother him how you were always like a blooming flower around Kaveh. As for Kaveh, he would not go that far as having you as Al-haitham wants. He is satisfied just getting al-haitham worked up once in a while but after a few attempts, Al-haitham got used to it.

What he was not used to is you, your innocence around him, the unalloyed conscience. It drove him insane so much so that he started to observe you more, thinking about the minute details about you like would there be any mole like the one near her chin? Does she always wear light-colored clothes? Is her nipples same the color as her lips? how would she look underneath him, naked and . . .

It has been days since he started to think of you, in a very particular way, thought of getting close to you, and discarded the habit of staring at you through the frame of the book. He was tempted to touch himself, to relieve himself from this ache but he wanted to be over once and for all, not in installments, not in the dead of night jacking off in the bathroom.

And now, here you were underneath him, just like he imagined.

Beads of perspiration sedimented at the lining of his forehead, fingertips being rigid, heart beating like drums, and all because his cock would not fit in your pussy. He has eaten you out for hours, tasted you to the very core, fondled your boobs till you were moaning loudly, shamelessly, sucked and bit your pebbled nipples until they were bruised and yet it was not enough.

every time you were screaming, telling him to stop fingering you he would not. “You’re about to cum angel.”, he mentioned, eyes focused on ready to pull out the moment your legs give up to hold them apart again that are craving to shut close as to submerge in the euphoric high; so that he would have you creaming on his cock rather than his fingers.

Tears like raindrops accumulate at the corner of your eyes as he tries to push his fat cock inside you and then retreats thinking he might hurt you as you lay blanking out, reflexively playing with your boobs, biting your bottom lip, whimpering, “so..sorry.”, as he brushes the tip of his cock up and down, over your pussy lips.

He shushes, leaning to kiss those bruised swollen lips murmuring, “shhh…shhsh angel. Just relax for me, yea? Can you do that?” you nod anticipating what is going to happen next, curling your arms around his shoulders as he adds in further, “tell me if it hurts. i’ll stop ‘kay?”

“Um-hm”

He aligns the cock to your entrance and as he had your eyes on him, he pushes his cock in with a single broad thrust making your arms instantly fly back over your head gripping the edge of the pillow, wincing in pain, and gasping at the feeling of being full. He grits his teeth feeling the warmth of your gummy walls and sheathing his cock, halfway through.

“It..hu..hurts…”, you blurt out, eyes squeezing shut, body arching and suddenly feeling more full than before.

“Want me to … to pull out?”, he asks exhaustively grazing the tip of his nose against your neckline. You pull him into a kiss bucking your hips up trying to take him all in and then gasping as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.

Al-haitham watches you meticulously: eyes rolling white you squirm underneath him sensing a knot in your belly button that is slowly building up its moment as you adjust to his girth. “Yo’r so good for me, angel.”, starting to kiss along your glistening neckline. He is relishing the feeling of being inside you. Finally, he is fucking that pussy that has been driving him crazy for days. How can it be over just a few minutes?

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scarasbaefy · 8 months

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lyney x assistant!reader hcs

note; can be read as gn reader, but "my lady" is used so be warned! no angst this time.. for now. this MIGHT end up foreshadowing a future post ;)

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★ lyney has a MAJOR crush on you, his assistant, and everyone knows it. like, he won’t try to hide it or anything.

“why should i try to hide my love? i’m not embarrassed, my lady.”

★ he gives me major chat noir vibes tbh. THE WAY HE SO OBVIOUSLY FLIRTS WITH YOU UGHSHD he’s NOT shy when it comes to you.

★ you try not to let his antics get in the way of your performance, but the chemistry you two have is the reason anyone goes to your shows these days. especially since charlotte hypes up the romance in her articles.

★ furina even attends your shows LMAO the relationship you and lyney have makes everything interesting and cute. everyone gets giddy tehe

★ takes a flower out from his sleeve at the start of the show if you're his assistant for the night and gifts it to you. he claims it is for good luck, but lynette rolls her eyes since she knows he's just using it as an excuse.

★ during the performance, he finds ways to be cheeky with you. he’ll wink at you and gently grab your hand and hold your waist as he walks you towards the prop. he smirks as he does so too, making you flustered.

“everyone in the audience! please tell my dear assistant there's NO need to be so nervous. we’ve known each other for a long time, i won’t bite! just trust me~”

★ when the show is over and it's time to bow, he will grab your hand and kiss it before the curtains have the chance to close.

★ the audience cheers loudly and chant “ENCORE!” because of how charming the magician is with you.

★ charlotte WILL end up writing about the whole thing in the steambird for the 10000th time. “DATING OR JUST AN ACT?”

★ YOU don’t even know if it's all an act to get more engagement, or if he really does like you. after all, he has never outright confessed behind the scenes. better to be safe than sorry…

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harukaprism · 1 year

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Love ever after

Pairing: Alhaitham x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, a bit a swearing, jealous Alhaitham

Word Count: 1,369 (nice)

You swore off relationships, swore off love, locked your heart away after the last relationship ended horribly. This time it was just you and only you. You moved away from your hometown and found yourself in the heart of Sumeru, accepted into the Akademiya and given a fresh new start.

It has been like this for two years now, studying, school, work at the Cafe, then home to sleep finally. Your cold heart at the bottom of your to-do list, but imagine your surprise when your path eventually crossed with the insane scribe you met when you first came to the city in a daze.

At first you hadn't realized who helped you find the apartment building, show you around town and which rooms to go through the school but as you got used to your new life it hit you and you avoided Alhaitham at all costs.

In the past he only showed up every once in a while at the Cafe you worked at, but as you grew more comfortable around his presence it seemed the more he became a thorn in your side that hid itself from removal.

Just like every other night, Alhaitham was sat in a corner reading his many books with a dinner and drink barely touched in front of him, Kaveh made a surprise appearance as he usually did.

But it seemed you and Alhaitham were sick of the blonde on this night, as you had served them drink after drink having to endure the torture of Kavehs rants. Meeting the teal and scarlet eyes often scribe you walked over to their table for hopefully the last time you gave your best customer service smile to the two roommates. "Kaveh, is there anything else I can get you tonight?"

His amber eyes met yours as he huffed. "No, I'll be taking my leave now." Dramatic as always the blonde strode out of your work with a certain pout.

The silver haired man made no attempt to thank you but you didn't need it so you walked back to the kitchen to keep cooking and serving other customers. The night drew to a slow pace as all the students and citizens resigned for the night.

You finally made your way to Alhaithams table to clear away the now empty plate of food. "I'm surprised you ate it after the time Kaveh took up."

"I took bites between his rants." Finally looking up from the book he met your eyes. "His projects weren't too uninteresting, of course I already knew about them being that-"

"You are The Scribe." You interrupted teasingly. "Yes yes, all hail the almighty Scribe of the Akademiya." With that you turned and took his dishes to the kitchen to wash, he'd be here until closing to finish his book, then you'd go your separate way as always.

When you finished everything and were closing up you spotted the silver haired man waiting outside. He claimed to be so unpredictable, yet you knew this was incorrect as you tracked his movements every night in the Cafe. "Did you get a lot of reading done?" You asked as you approached him.

"I tuned out Kaveh so yes actually." Standing up from where he was leaning up against the building you allowed him to approach you. This was routine, he'd bid you a good night and be on his way.

"Good for you." Securing your bag that held your uniform you started to walk past you. "Good night!" You were used to the silent walk home yet footsteps followed you.

"How are your studies going?" This surprised you, he never walked you home he never asked about what you did in school.

“They are fine, why so interested suddenly?” Looking at him his face was unreadable, like usual but there was something different about his eyes. “I am working on a large project with another student, we are meeting up tomorrow to work on it.”

He was silent for a moment before he spoke up. “Are they competent enough to give you a passing grade?” Why was he so worried about your grades now?

“No, I don’t think so. His grades-”

“His?” Alhaitham interrupted as he stopped walking right outside of your apartment building.

“Yes? Is there a problem?” What was with him? “Haitham, what has gotten into you, are you in work mode? Do you need something from me as a student?” When he said nothing and only stared at you you fished out your keys from your bag and walked to the front door. “See you later.”

The next day after getting ready for a day out with your school partner you were met with the tall and broad chest of a certain Scribe. “Haitham, what the hell? Don’t you have papers to review?” Rubbing your nose you met his eyes, though instead of his normal deadpan look there was something more stirring.

“Where are you going, it’s too early for you and school hasn’t started for your Darshan.” What the hell was his attitude?

“Did you wake up in Kavehs bed or did you skip your coffee?” Pushing past him you started to walk into the city, agreeing to meet with your partner outside of the cafe. Thankfully he didn’t follow you and your work got along swimmingly, stopping through Gandharva Ville for a snack.

When you got back to the city and got to work you noticed the normal table that held the roommates only had the blonde.

“What did you do to Alhaitham? He got home and he was just ranting and raving and was stomping all over the house.” Kaveh huffed as he leaned against his arm. “Normally I piss him off, you did something.”

“Kaveh, I literally have no idea. Last night he was acting weird and asked about my studies, then when I brought up that project I told you about last time, he got all pissy.” With a huff you balanced your tray on your hip as the two of you started to think.

Why would he get mad about you and your partner, the two of you only partnered up because his backed out of the Akademiya at the last minute and you just wanted to help.

“Wait, hold on. Did you tell him about your partner in the project?” Kavehs red eyes shot open quickly as he stared at you.

“Well yeah of course I did, why wouldn’t I?” Like a Sumter Beast the realization hit you. “Holy shit!” Tossing your tray on the table you ran out of the cafe quickly. It would take you a few minutes to get to his office but running at a full sprint shouldn’t take long.

Dodging people left and right you ran right into his office where you knew he would be, his silver hair the only thing you could see over his obnoxious book, he didn’t even grace you with a glance. “Yes?”

“You’re jealous!” You exclaimed while the laugh you had been trying to hold bubbled to the surface as you watched his body go rigid. Instead of facing you he only turned in his chair away from you. “Haitham, are you seriously jealous of my school partner?” Walking around his desk you pushed the book down to see his face. You were met with a pleasant pink hit of blush on the apples of his cheeks. He didn’t speak like you thought he would, he just refused to meet your eyes as he looked away. “As a man of truth isn’t it important to face the facts?”

This time he did speak. “You don’t need him to finish your project. I will help you.” Was he serious? He wasn’t even part of your Darshan! “I know that face, despite not being part of your Darshan I happen to know a lot about the topic of your project.”

“Of course the all mighty Scribe does!” Barking out a laugh you held your stomach, when you saw a smile crack his ever stoic face you knew that you were falling for him in a way you swore you would never do.

“We start tonight, I need a reason to be away from Kaveh.”

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— OVER THE MOON ?! ; chptr 07 ; valentines date ; ALHAITHAM

CHAPTER SYN. he invites u to a vday date (that’s literally it my bad)

ALHAITHAM X FEM!READER

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wow, you thought. you’d never think that he would actually want to go on a date with you, especially being a long time friend of yours. alhaitham would always be a quiet, mysterious guy that you’d always be able to read like a book, but deep inside, you still knew that alhaitham still hid feelings for you, especially now.

the day on valentines, the two of you spent the day together with you dragging him everywhere at the mall and eating various things at the mall. alhaitham couldn’t complain, this was what he wanted. a nice date with you. the way he spoke to you, you knew that this is where he could possibly open up more to you, about his feelings about you. alhaitham, being a studious man, it could be seen as he keeps it all to his chest and doesn’t really show the emotions and feelings he’s known for you, but now, you’ve always been seeing the true him. the true alhaitham that you’ve always loved.

walking around the mall, your arm linked to his, your shoulders suddenly bumped on one persons arms. but, wait… is that… zhongli?

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pairing. zhongli x f. reader

wc. 2.7k+

rating. explicit

tags. sort of canonverse, zhongli has ruts & dragon fangs, reader hails from mondstat, mentions of mates/mating, mentions of eating animal meat, zhongli is a perv for reader, zhongli calls reader ‘pet,’ age gap (reader is early-mid 20s, zhongli is biologically in early 30s), mentions of zhongli’s previous sexual relationships (dubcon), power dynamics, cervixfucking, overstimulation (sort of), zhongli wants to breed reader, pussydrunk zhongli, unprotected sex (pull out method)

a/n. MDNI! see end for notes

Zhongli had imagined it over a million times—taking you across the table and fucking your pussy. He knew you’d smell good down there, had scented it like a pervert in the days before your period—familiar lily mixed with strong musk and a tinge of metal. It made his fangs itch from the need to sink into your soft thighs and tongue at your slick folds.

Zhongli rutted in early spring, when trees blossomed and bore fat fruit—juicy peaches hanging heavy on thin branches. Sometimes he’d walk by them and look at them with an almost forlorn gaze. A deep ache in his body.

He wished that there was someone who would satiate his needs like seeds did to trees or bees with flowers. They mated with each other, year after year in a frenzy—a haze of powdery yellow spilling on every surface of Liyue Harbor. Zhongli didn’t have allergies, but even if he did, he would still love and envy the pollen.

It had been a long time since Zhongli had someone like that to spend his seasons with. A mate.

He’d drink copious amounts of lily bulb tea each spring to keep himself from fucking the first person who said yes to him, and would take himself into his hands with a furious passion every morning and night—even during work breaks—to relieve himself.

And it worked. He successfully passed multiple centuries of ruts like so, although it wasn’t always easy. As Morax, he was volatile—could pass for the Pyro Archon herself, Murata, but he tempered himself over the years, learning to be the composed man he was now.

But then you appeared, and the fire flared. Hutao’s newest intern—the first in nearly a decade, fresh. A slight little creature (although most people were small compared to Zhongli), and eager to learn about funeral services from Liyue’s very best. It was the first time you’d been to Liyue, so far from your home in Mondstat, and everything and everyone interested you.

I wonder if there’s a way to breed two creatures together to create an actual cocogoat. It’d be cool—Qiqi would be able to drink actual cocogoat milk, not that cheap substitute that Baizhu makes for her, and we’d be able to eat the meat. It’d taste good, right?

Zhongli chuckled, eyes soft on you. That would be a sight to behold. He didn’t mention that he’d been alive when cocogoats still roamed the Bishui Plains—a story for another time.

And then came the questions about himself.

Why are you so red, Zhongli-xiangsheng?

His rut came early this year for some reason, but he didn’t pay much attention to it. The lily bulb tea would suffice until he had a moment for himself.

But you had to make it difficult. So difficult for him.

Nothing, he murmured.

You grinned, stepping closer on tiptoes so your eyes leveled his chest. Soft rise and fall—imperceptible unless face to face like you were.

It doesn’t seem like nothing to me, Xiangsheng.

Zhongli fought the urge to inhale your soft scent. Sweet, powdery like lilies and dusk and something tender he wanted to bite—

—And he tasted blood in his mouth to stop his fangs from descending onto your exposed neck, nearly shook from the force it took to not bend you over his desk.

It would leave a mess. And Hutao would add it to his tab.

Even now you tempted him with coy glances, a bare shoulder, and sometimes a lingering touch in the space between his cuff and gloves—sharp like the sting of the formidable Raiden’s electro bolts.

“Do you want to know what I learned today, Xiansheng?” You had taken to calling him that instead of his mortal name one day. Zhongli wasn’t quite sure why, but he liked how it sounded on your lips.

He smoothed an invisible wrinkle from his suit and shuffled the papers on his desk while shifting to hide the stiffness in his pants. “Pray, do tell.”

You leaned forward, settling your weight on the heavy oak table. “I heard you’re rutting right now.”

Zhongli nearly choked on his tea. “What?”

“Rut, heat, season—Hutao told me.” You shrugged as if the topic was something mundane. “She said you rut every spring, but that it’s unusually strong this year for some reason. Something about the aura around you, I think. Why’s that?”

Because of you.

“Not sure,” Zhongli said.

“She also told me about that tea you drink.”

He nearly dropped his cup of tea. Damn the woman. Spilling all my secrets. And there wasn’t a single thing he could do—he was on her payroll.

“What about it?” he asked, trying for confidence.

“Lily bulb tea,” you continued, scrutinizing his cup, “apparently it helps calm you down and dampens the urge to fuck.”

Zhongli’s dick hardened.

“So does it?”

“What?”

“The tea. Does it help with your urges?” You jerked your head at the drink, curious.

Not when you’re around.

He wasn’t sure what to say, but finally decided on: “Not really.”

You cocked your head to the side and bit your lips, Zhongli’s eyes following the pink tongue that peeked through. He wanted to bite them too. They’d be soft and break easily with a little bit of teeth—like almond tofu.

“Oh. Then what’re you going to do about it?”

“The usual.” Tea, masturbating, some rough fucking. Archons knew he’d need it tonight—some sort of distraction from you. He’d have to visit Madame Fang for an escort. She was used to his proclivities—would have someone able to take him.

“The usual? And what would that be?” Zhongli could almost picture you with a pen and paper in hand, a student eager for information.

He groaned internally. Now he was imagining you in a short skirt, stockings, maybe thigh highs—the fat of your thighs spilling from the top of the elastic. The image nearly had him spilling in his pants.

“I don’t think you’d want to know the particulars,” he said, his voice a soft rasp. He shifted again. “It might scare an innocent little girl like you.”

“Innocent?” You huffed. “Little? I’m a grown adult xiangsheng! I’m over the legal age—and actually much more than that. You can hardly call me little or innocent.”

“But you are,” he said indulgently, as one would towards a spoiled pet. “I am immortal, have fought and survived the Archon War. Tell me, pet, can you say the same?”

He was playing with you. Of course the two of you knew you couldn’t compare to him.

“But at the very least, you cannot consider me innocent. I’ve experienced enough things,” you muttered, annoyed.

Zhongli arched an eyebrow.

Before you knew it, he grabbed your wrist, pushing you onto the desk in one fluid motion—papers scattering to the floor like spring pollen. Zhongli pinned your hands over your head to keep you in place, and knocked your legs apart to slot his large frame between you.

“W-What’re you doing, Zhongli?”

He smiled. And there it was: his name always slipped out when you got serious.

Xiansheng.

What?

Xiansheng. He moved closer, spreading your legs further apart as he drew closer to you. You could feel your stomach pressing tightly against the cotton of your suit with each breath, your chest straining against buttons. Don’t be so impolite when your boss is trying to school you.

Xiansheng.

Good girl, he rumbled. You were so curious about the specifics of my rut—what I do to satiate my needs. Shall I show you? They say firsthand experience is the best way to learn.

His voice was heavy, hot against your ear, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when he darted a tongue out to lick the delicate shell of your ear.

So sensitive. I wonder if it’s the same in other places. Shall we find out?

Hutao had ordered him to be careful with you—a family friend. Your family owned the most successful funeral parlor in Mondstat, and they sent you to Hutao to learn how she conducted her business in Liyue. Zhongli had agreed. He could keep his hands to himself.

But then you showed up on the steps of Wansheng funeral parlor, and he knew he was fucked.

Do you want it, he whispered, I need to rut, but I always ask for permission.

Jealousy reared its ugly head. He’d done it with others—for decades, maybe even centuries, and it made sense, you couldn’t expect celibacy from him and yet…the thought of other people touching him made you want to rake your hands down his back, gouge, and suck every inch of his skin so others would know he was taken.

That he was yours.

What will it be, pet?

You nodded, eyeing the bulge in his pants. He was big. It was obvious, and it’d probably hurt. A tight fit.

Zhongli smiled—sharp teeth, predatory. I need words.

Yes.

No sooner did you give your permission did he slip your blazer off your shoulders and loosen just enough buttons to push your blouse up and over your head. You wore cotton—a simple white bra, and he wondered if you wore a matching set today.

He didn’t have to wait long to find out: you were already unzipping your pants, sliding stiff fabric down your legs, uncaring if it wrinkled. You’d have to remember to take it to the cleaners.

But later—now, you canted your hips forward, not caring about anything but the man in front of you.

So needy, he murmured, and wet.

His scent intoxicated you, his weight a delicious pressure against your skin.

Zhongli rocked against your clothed pussy, pleased to find you wet. You soaked through the cotton fabric, leaving an imprint in the shape of your pussy on your panties.

Fuck me, xiangsheng, please—I need it.

The scent of your arousal grew stronger with each tap against the wet spot. Heady, mind-numbing, as if a drug was coursing through his bloodstream. The amber of his hands grew darker, a deep, gorgeous fossilized hue, and his pupils thinned—they slitted into a sharp, almost feline countenance, predator to prey.

You would have me? he asked again, stars pulsing in his eyes. In his earlier days, before he was an archon, he had taken people without knowing what it really meant. The shame and guilt of it had made the act feel dirty for a long time—he went nearly fifty years without a single partner to help him through his ruts.

He would not make the same mistake with you.

Just fuck me.

He groaned, pulled your panties to the side—white cotton—and pushed himself into you, the entire length. It was tight and it burned as you struggled, walls stretching to accommodate his dick.

Feels so good, he grunted, you’re so tight, fuck. He lost himself in your tight heat, centuries of manners and poise melting before you.

He moved slowly at first, dragging his length out so that nothing but the tip remained inside before thrusting back in.

You shifted backward, trying to adjust to him. Soft pants, shallow—eyes squeezed shut to focus on each heavy stroke in and out of your cunt. When you started moving against him, seeking friction for yourself, Zhongli sped up. Kept most of his cock inside you with each stroke, prodding around for your sweet spot.

When he finally found it, earning a cry and squeeze around his cock that nearly made him cum, he smiled. Right there, pet?

You gasped, struggled to answer: Yeah, yeah-right there—

He continued to thrust, imprinting your insides with the shape of his dick, hitting that sensitive spot with almost boyish eagerness, but it still wasn’t enough to—

—You reached down to where his dick is splitting you apart and try to rub your clit, the hard nub aching for attention, but Zhongli pushed your hand away.

Allow me.

You almost whine—denial twisting your stomach into a tight knot, leaving your clit wanting, but he didn’t make you wait long. Deft fingers rubbed circles on your clit, grinding, until it swelled enough for him to pinch, hard.

Zhongli, please—

What did I say pet, he hummed and bit your earlobe in admonishment.

Xian-Xiansheng—

You were begging now, pleading—tears dripping from your face like fresh paint on canvas.

Please, xiansheng, please, I need it.

What do you need? He thrust forward, the head almost kissing your cervix.

Need…

Need what? Use your words, pretty pet. Another hard thrust, this time he touched your cervix. Half pain, half pleasure. Lines slowly starting to blur—was it because of his dick or your tears? You couldn’t tell.

You shook your head and fisted your hands in the collar of his suit, wrinkling the fine material as you dragged his face towards you to claim a kiss. Harsh and unyielding, a faint taste of iron between each ragged breath. Now you’d have to take two suits to the cleaners.

Vaguely, in the back of your mind, you’d forgotten how you even got into this situation in the first place. Something about lily bulb tea, alone time…and ruts…heats. Heat—were you the one in heat or was it him?

But it didn’t matter, all you knew was that:

Need to cum.

Zhongli’s pretty lips curled. And so you shall.

With one hand on your hips, he slammed his hips against yours in a punishing rhythm while his other hand battered your clit, thick fingers flicking the hard nub repeatedly until you felt nearly numb from the overstimulation. He felt you tense beneath him, hips rolling incessantly, your cunt gripping him so tightly he knew he was close.

Cum for me, he demanded, almost growling, give it to me.

And you obeyed—gave yourself over to the pleasure, moaning from the waves of pleasure washing over you.

Zhongli groaned as you contracted around him, each tight draw from your pussy taking him closer to his own release. Hips stuttering, he felt his fangs slip through, throbbing from the desire to taste you, bite you, mark you—

—Breed you.

It was messy, each time he pulled back and saw the amount of slick that coated his cock, his mind grew fuzzier, almost stupid. Zhongli couldn’t remember the last time he felt pussydrunk—

You bit the side of his neck as another orgasm ripped out of you, and this time Zhongli let himself go with a harsh growl, pulling out right as he cummed, thick ropes of sticky cum defiling your stomach. It was dizzyingly maddening: his cum moving with each shaky exhale, dripping onto your pussy, and Zhongli thought it was such a waste that it wasn’t inside you, filling you up. Some of it covered your clit—a glistening pearl. He fought every fiber of his being to not bend down and lick it. He didn’t like sweet things, but you were an exception.

“Did you learn a lot?” he finally asked after your breath had steadied a bit.

You were still coming down from your high, barely able to form a coherent sentence. “What?”

“I was teaching you,” he chuckled, voice husky. “Were you a good student? Paying attention?”

You thought about it for a moment. Looked at his disheveled appearance, his golden eyes, the wrinkles in his suit, and found it lacking.

“Not enough.”

“I am in agreement.”

Hutao narrowed her eyes. “You fucked him.”

“And what if I did? It’s not like you’ll fire me,” you replied lightly.

Hutao groaned. “I knew you wanted to fuck him, but I didn’t think you wanted to do it that badly. It’s not exactly good for my business, and you know he’ll stick to you for the rest of his season, right? That’s how it works for him. He doesn’t share.”

“Well good. Because I don’t either.” You wouldn’t have chosen him anyway if he liked to share. “But wait—what do you mean ‘not exactly good for your business?’”

The Wangsheng Director grinned at you. “Look at him: one of the most eligible bachelors in Liyue. Didn’t you notice that we have a large number of young clients? They come to Wangsheng because of him. I don’t care who Zhongli fucks as long as they give me their money—it keeps my beloved Wangsheng as the most profitable funeral parlor in Liyue.”

“Of course you would say that.” You laughed and thought about all the times your parents praised Hutao. “No wonder my parents sent me here to learn from you.”

Hutao winked. “Of course! Making money is the second best thing I’m good at.”

“What’s the first?”

“Death.”

uhhh i wrote this one about six-ish months ago too...been busy with zine work but hopefully when I'm done I can write more reader insert smut :') (also sorta tried a new style of dialogue lmao back when I wrote this)

Murata, also known as the God of War and the Lady of Fire, was a Pyro Archon and a member of The Seven who presided over Natlan.

先生 - xiānsheng. Has two main definitions: the first is teacher, the second is mister (Mr); gentleman; sir. Both suit Zhongli very well in this fic ;)

Dried lily bulb【百合】 is usually recommended in TCM (traditional Chinese medicine) clinics to treat coughs, dry throats and relieve heat. (But IRL, this doesn’t actually help with the horny feels LOL.)

Zhongli as Morax has darker brown/amber skin tone on arms, so I chose to depict this in the fic as skin darkening when aroused. I also put a photo of something similar on an actual body.

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