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karmic-toast · 2 years

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❀Genshin Highschool AU❀

Masterlist (Currently under progress TwT)

Summary: Who knew highschool could be such a stressful thing. This is irl mixed wit crack

Tw: Me simping for Xiao, Childe and scara being assholes

Characters used: Xiao, Childe, Itto, Kaeya, Thoma, Albedo, Ayato, Gorou, Scara

Word count: 2.4k

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Emo boys aren’t really your type, well except for this one guy. He hates socializing and tries to bring the least amount of attention to himself. But for some reason, he always manages to catch your eye. Whether it be him walking past you, or him mumbling to himself, he always made your heart flutter. To be fair, you didn’t notice him at first. Well, you knew he existed, from the gossip and rumors that go around you, but he never intrigued your interests. That is, until the day he had helped you out. You still remember that day. You weren’t doing well emotionally, being stood up by your boyfriend for the second time that week. It was Xiao, who had encouraged you to get over it. The very Xiao that you had never spoken to, aside from the nods of acknowledgement when you see each other in public. The way his usually harsh, cold amber eyes turned into a sweet, soft caramel-ish tone while trying to console you-, it’s all forever ingrained in your memory. Even if that day wasn’t the best, it came pretty close with Xiao. Your friends have no idea why you have a soft-spot for him. You try communicating with him, and his anti-social attitude toward you shifts- one worded conversations becoming actual sentences. One day, as if the archons had heard about your interests, you were partnered with Xiao on a history project. He had a deep knowledge of history, despite being asleep during class. (You later learn that he’s one of those kids that don’t actually pay attention in class but gets high grades.) Despite his cold exterior and threatening glares, he has a soft side, just for you.<3

There is this certain boy who you’ve deemed one of the most annoyingest sophomores you’d ever met. He is one year older than you, just one year. A difference that no one would care about in the grown up world. Yet he just has to rub it in your face. He treats you like you’re a 12-year-old. ‘A very, dumb, naive, yet adorable child’ Childe says. He always likes to tease you but HATES it when someone else tries to. One of his friends who clearly didn’t get that Childe was joking, thought that Childe was deliberately bullying you. He had called you harsh names, which were a bit nicer than Childe’s words, but his tone was what unsettled you. It sounded like he meant every single threat that left his mouth. When Childe found out about your supposed ‘bully’, Childe forced him to apologize to you and you never saw him again. Even though 99.9% of Childe’s personality was being a pain in the butt, there were times when he could be nice. Like for example, the time you had gotten an F on a math test. You had gone crying to Childe, which now that you think about it was a horrible decision, and you both studied for the upcoming math test. Childe had tried to conjure whatever memories he had of math class the year before, which mostly consisted of sticking gum under desks and trying to think of something witty to say every 10 seconds. All while managing to hide his previous math tests, marked with a big, red F on them. What was most impressive to you was that you managed to improve your score from an F to a D- which was progress nonetheless. That improved your relationship with him just a little, much to Childe’s delight. He has no idea why you dislike him so much. :l really Childe? But to his defense, he considers his teasing as a sign of affection. His crush for you is slightly noticeable, if you squint enough. He has a way with talking and flirting with everyone, so it’s hard to tell. But what you do know is that if he tried harder to be more likable, then maybe, just maybe, could you acknowledge the warm feeling you get when you spend time with him.

His big booming voice can be recognized just about anywhere, whether it be for good or bad reasons. He is most notorious for having his own gang, and for having beef with Childe and Kaeya in winning your affection. But for you, he was most notorious for losing your mirrors and brushes you lent to him. Itto has an apologetic look on his face as he asks for a mirror again. “Please, Y/n? Yes, yes, I know I lost the other mirrors, and I can’t promise you that you will get this one back, but I promise you, I’ll pay you back.” Itto has repeated this sentence as much as he says his idle lines. But the most jaw-dropping, mind-boggling incident was with Ushi. You see, Itto had mentioned about this cute cow named Ushi several times in past conversations that drew your attention. You asked about Ushi, and Itto said he could never bring him to school. You had thought that Ushi was a stuffed animal or something, and the reason why Itto was so secretive about it was because he didn’t want to be ridiculed by his classmates. And BOY WERE YOU WRONG. You went to Itto’s house, which had a pasture in the backyard. And if that wasn’t enough red flags for you, the big cow dung you had stepped in was enough. “I-itto? Why is there…” And then you see it. A big, tall, slobbery bull. You screech to your best of abilities, bull poop long forgotten. (This isn’t Genshin guys, Ushi isn’t cute and adorable. This is irl.>:D) “Calm down Y/n, Ushi’s just a baby.” No way that was a baby. No way. You shake your head in denial. Soon, Childe comes speeding down toward you. “Y/n, I heard you screaming!” he glares at Itto. Then he sees Ushi. And now it’s his turn to screech. Itto is one of those jocks. Definitely plays football, or rugby. And I bet he wears those skin tight, white shirts. He likes showing off how ripped he is.

Whilst competing against Childe and Itto, this man doesn't need a whole army of goons for support. He can single handedly make women fall for him. And you were sure that even if he was super handsome, most of his attractiveness came from his voice and his seductive personality. That was what made Kaeya stand out from the other two. Itto was a himbo and only cared for his looks, believing that he was supreme. And Childe… he was on a level that you couldn’t even think of comparing. But one thing was clear, those two were dumb. On the other hand Kaeya was a clever, cunning man, one of a kind man. It was clear that the blue-haired junior year was your favorite out of the three. Even though he is always surrounded by other girls, who would not let you go near Kaeya. Although your time with him was more limited than the others, you still had a good time bonding with him. He had similar experiences with annoying siblings. And even in a way, Kaeya considered you as a younger sister. Maybe… more so an accomplice to his crimes.

The story on how you met him is very interesting to say the least. He was Aether, your brothers, friends, cousin. He met you after his cousin introduced him to Aether and after Aether introduced him to you. Which was surprising since Aether didn’t like you hanging out with boys too much. But it was a great decision by Aether. Thoma had personally matched you up with the people who now are your besties. The respectable thing about Thoma is that he may meet a lot of people, but he remembers them. You were baffled when Thoma had given you a preset on your birthday, as well as Aethers, after you told him once. His kindness always does a 360 and returns back to him. He always wins heads or tails, to the point you’re sure he’s somehow cheating. And he wins rock paper scissors. Last Monday, you were walking with him to school, and on the way there Thoma had found a 100$ bill on the ground. As expected of him, he brought it to the police station. But he was told to keep it since it was impossible to find the owner. You asked him what he was going to use it on, and he winked and put a finger to his lips as he whispered, “I was going to throw a dango party for Kazuha’s birthday.” To this day, he still manages to surprise you with his selflessness.

Being a genius surely must be tough, being bombarded with questions even the teachers couldn’t answer. But what certainly surprised him the most was when you asked him about algebra. To your defense, he had caught you off guard after asking you if you had any questions after your friend had asked him one. You and Albedo became good friends after finding out about your shared love for art. Even though your art looked pre-school level compared to his, he enjoyed every aspect of it. Why he’d rather spend time with you than the other students, you have no idea. Albedo said he liked the fact that you are more observant than the others, but you doubt that's true. But you are very glad of the fact that he is your friend!

One day, Itto had invited you to a party. You didn’t know who the host of the party was, and you were sure that the host didn’t know you, so you respectfully declined Itto’s invitation. But Itto had pestered you about how the party was going to be great, and how the host had said himself that everyone was invited. The main reasons you didn’t want to go to parties was because you thought they were shady. Plus, you had to worry about your next math test. You questioned Itto about the house party. “Will there be any alcohol or drugs?” “Nope, I’ve been to every party of he’s ever hosted and I’ve never seen any illegal activity.” You were still dubious about Itto’s promise, until you found out that almost everybody was going. Including Aether. So you put your worries aside and went partying. True to his words, you found that there was no alcohol. What usually was supposed to be beer pong was replaced with boba tea. After wandering around the house- actually house is an understatement, this was a mansion. The owner of this house surely must be rich.- you conveniently stumble upon the host. He had silky blue hair and a personality so calm, you were starting to doubt that he was the one who came up with this whole party. His name was Ayato, you learned. And your suspicions were correct. He didn’t come up with the party, his sister Ayaka, and her friend Yoimiya planned the whole thing. If he wanted to, Ayato could surely be a therapist, because you went from ‘How are you’s to venting, ‘Oh I have a math test and I don’t know what to do’. Ayato listened carefully to all of your struggles and decided to help you. He ended up spending the rest of the day helping you with math.

Ever since you helped him out in 6th grade, when an 7th grader named Scaramouche was bullying him, you became besties. You had sleepovers with him and even got to meet his precious stuffed animals. You always thought of him as adorable, since he was very awkward and nervous. But your friendship didn’t last long since he had to move away. So it was certainly a surprise when you saw Gorou at school. He seemed to have grown out of his timid personality, and became an extroverted popular kid. He came to you as soon as your eyes met, and you could barely recognize him until he told you his name. Nobody remembered him from middle school because he was so quiet. Well, unfortunately Scaramouche had. He snobbily walked toward Gorou and said a well thought out insult. You opened your mouth to tell Scaramouche to back off, but before you could do so, Gorou smoothly retorted back at him. Embarrassed, Scaramouche walked away, and that was when you realized that this Gorou was different from the Gorou you had loved so dearly back then.

Notorious for having a short-temper, a bad hair-cut and a horrible attitude, Scaramouche is a official asshole. (You probably guessed it. I’m not even gonna try to conceal his name.) The only thing you have in common is your shared hatred for a certain ginger. Despite his snobby behavior towards you, he actually cares for you. You probably don’t remember but you had saved him from bullies when you were in elementary school. (Y/n’s out here saving everyone) He shows his affection towards you in a weird but slightly noticeable way. For one, he doesn’t call you harsh names like he usually does to others. And two, he doesn’t outright ignore you. But that’s it. (Hey! Don’t blame him. My dude’s trying his best T^T) But to his credit, he has tried doing something for you. Key word: Tried. One day, Venti was trying to copy off of your homework, after you told him several times not to. Seeing this Scaramouche snatched your homework out of Venti’s hands. Then he and Venti got into a verbal argument. “Hey fandango man, give it back.” Venti tries to take the paper back. “I’d like to see you try.” Scaramouche sneered. The balladeer raises the paper high over his head. But there was a major flaw in his strategy. Scaramouche and Venti were the same height. Venti easily grabbed onto the paper with no issue, much to Scaramouche’s annoyance. (Srsly, this man has too much confidence) Scaramouche tried yanking the paper back, but Venti wasn’t going to let go of the answers so easily. After a short tug-of-war, the flimsy paper finally fell under the pressure and split. “Venti? Scaramouche? Is that my…?” You really knew how to arrive in just the worst moments. Venti throws his half of paper at Scaramouches face. “He did it.” “Well, the paper wouldn’t have ripped if you hadn’t pulled on it so roughly.”

The memory of Scaramouche being like that was so infuriating, you were sure he was the spawn of the devil himself. Thus you gave him the title of #1 asshole.

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alexex8sts · 1 year

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My friend requested to join my world as soon as I got to rank 16. The moment I did a level 90 Venti came in and killed everything in sight. He showed no mercy, Gorou had to watch the endless murders of slimes and treasure hoarders. Venti took everything

#buff venti #gorou #venti #poorly drawn art #venti x reader #This piece took me a good 5 minutes #Genshin venti #genshin gorou #gorou crack #venti crack #genshin impact #genshin impact meme #genshin impact fanart

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laliamluv · 11 months

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School Brainrots <3

Was able to write stuff today

1 ❝ Dude a creeper exploded. ❞ 2 ❝ Oh… I died. ❞ 3 ❝ Choke me then.❞ 4 ❝ I hope you choke.❞

ONE

Building a house in Minecraft was one of the things you do when you're bored, and right now you are bored. You've been on a call with your online friends and spending 1 hour to build this house and suddenly a fucking creeper showed up. ❝ Dude the fuck? ❞ You say as you stop moving your character to just look at the ticking time bomb mob.

❝ Yo, sunshine, you good? ❞ Kabuto asks you as his character stares up to yours. ❝ The fucking creeper is so near my house. ❞ As soon as you said that Kabuto jumped and tried attacking the creeper but fails, causing it to explode. Killing Kabuto and blowing up a part of your house.

Soon Gogoru's character walks over to where Kabuto died and takes all his stuff. His character then looks at your now exploded part of the house and looks up to your character. ❝ Dude a creeper exploded. ❞ You make your character pull out a bow and shoot it to him. ❝ No shit Sherlock! ❞

TWO

❝ FUCK! GRAPE JUICE RES ME! ❞ You shout to your mic as your character crawls near the dude named "Grape_Juic3". ❝ I don't have a med kit. ❞ He says, his mic was so smooth that it makes you wonder if this bitch is a streamer or just someone who spent lots a cash.

❝ JUST CLICK E! ❞

Grape_Juic3 just looks at you and clicks E. ❝ It doesn't work. ❞ You swore to God you wanted to punch and kill this guy if this damned game allowed it. ❝ Firstly. You're not close enough and–❞ before you can even finish the words he missed to shoot one zombie and his character in now in the ground with you.

Soon then your screen starts turning black, signalling that your character is dying, and with that your character died. And so did Grape_Juic3's. ❝ Oh… I died. ❞ He says.

❝ Fuck you man and your streamer mic and hot voice. ❞ That was not a fun game. But you played with a hot guy.

THREE & FOUR

Sipping on your drink, chilling in the cafe with your friends, sounds like a good time right? Yeah sure, but stops when he pops up.

❝ Buddy! Would you smash or pass that dude? ❞ Ajax asks as he points to a dude with long white fluffy hair. ❝ Why? Just why? ❞ you asks him while sipping your drink, but hey! At least your friends didn't leave you with hi– oh wait. They already left you with this twink.❝ Because it's fun! Oh! Li hey! ❞ God bless your soul there's another one. ❝ Hello there Childe and company. ❞ the tall dude speaks. He deadass sounds like an old man, the fuck?? You look at him and nod your head before trying to leave. ❝ So uh, the two of you have fun I have to go– ❞ God must hate you because 3 more men came in. Oh wait there's also a woman, God loves you. ❝ Childe stop forcing the poor person to hang out with you when they obviously don't want to. ❞ Says a tall blondie that looked like Ajax but not with the Ed Sheeran virus. ❝ They like hanging out with me though… right Y/n? ❞ the sabon brand says. You just sigh and look at him with a deadpan face. ❝ I hope you choke. ❞ He looks at you with a smirk before showing his neck to you. ❝ Choke me then. ❞ the next thing he knew he was holding an ice to his cheek.

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i did this at school using google docs. Almost got caught <33

anyways! Have a nice day or night ya'll!! Btw the Welcome Home fanfic series will be updated on may 31 onwards!

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ripped-moth-wings · 2 years

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When I first got to talk to Gorou I decidedly to walk slowly to him at the last minute because know first impressions matter, and then I got stuck by lightning.

So the lesson here is don't immediately call him a good boy or suffer the consequences :').

#genshin impact #genshin #gorou x reader #gorou x you #gorou x y/n #genshin gorou #gorou #genshin x reader #someone please make this #into a crack fanfic #probably sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau

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worriedvision · 1 year

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Marshmallow hell - Gorou

Letting my inner Yae Miko out with this one lol. Reader's chest is large, female reader. Suggestive content, flagged this as nsfw BC of that but it's more comedic than outright dirty lol.

Gorou had been on patrol with you following a concerning report from Her Excellency herself that there was a suspicious group of people sighted near Watatsumi island. It wasn't a known group, but they weren't fully armed.

So here you both were, trying to find an opening to continue searching for the group. Gorou was about to step out, but he feels you drag him towards you. You caught sight of someone, and you knew Gorou would be caught red handed.

Gorous head conveniently landed on your chest, resting between the makeshift pillows. Your hand pulls his head closer, trying to hide him from the person, which only made Gorou feel even more awkward. Well, a better word was embarrassed.

The person turns to you, flashing you a wink before taking a picture and calling their colleagues to say the task was done.

Gorou took a few seconds to pull away when you let him go, and when he did you could tell he was trying his best to hide the fact he got turned on by his face being nestled between your breasts.

You both report to Her Excellency, and you can tell she had some involvement in the suspicious group. She explained her penpal had informed her it was a false alarm, but the devious look didn't pass you. However, Gorou was still far too flustered to realise what happened. You don't have the heart to make him feel worse about it, and Gorou practically sprints away to a private place to relieve himself the moment he got dismissed.

"I have some interesting material here. Say...shall I give it to General Gorou?" She chuckles, your eyes reacting negatively as you plead with her not to.

"That wasn't what it looked like, I promise! His face just fell in my chest when I pulled him in, and I only realised what had happened after-"

"I'm only teasing you." Kokomi giggles, putting the picture away.

#gorou x female reader #gorou #kokomi #big chested reader #kind of like a crack fic but not really

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anantaru · 1 year

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— telling him “we need to talk”

including childe, gorou, alhaitham, scaramouche x gn! reader

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, crack, childe's part is a bit sad, we‘re evil, they're panicking

— childe

"oh! and one last thing." you pause, luring a deep gulp of air through your snagged throat, "can you come over tonight? we need to talk."

correspondingly, childe groggily rubbed his eyes and frowned at the wearisome remembrance of your previous accursed encounter— it just couldn't leave him alone, that constricted gruff of panic.

the words you had spoken out earlier were continuing to peskily repeat themselves through his psyche, again and again— like a virus progressively taking over its host— and it did, wretchedly slow, even after he finished a couple more salient tasks of his work.

did something happen between you both? or did he unintentionally do something he should be aware of but isn't?

nowadays, he had been abundantly occupied with carrying on the crucial duties as the eleventh fatui harbinger, essentially the befalling of the various nations all around teyvat in search of the enigmatic gnosis.

consequently, ajax would go on about balancing his private life together with his work in a notably strategic way. He had always made it a habit to keep the serious out of your relationship, though now he was debating wether or not that was your last straw.

because you see, ajax was convinced you'd actually dump him tonight.

so, well, under those circumstances, yeah, it's fine, he's fine, or wasn't he? after all he couldn't force you to stay, maybe, he's joking, perhaps.

he gave himself a second to rewind his rational thinking in search of a breakout from this state of affairs but instead, a rising silence befell his mind and he couldn't concentrate for the life of him.

by that means, childe was inordinately nervous and a dizzying sense of anxiety had been manifesting from inside out— his breathing too, had become nimble, he felt as if someone had been suddenly suffocating him with a giant plastic bag over his head.

and then presently, there he was.

without a way to escape he was soon trapped in between the door and your body when he closed it shut behind him. You had made him follow you to the living room— your face, without a doubt, undisturbed and calculative which didn't make the appalling situation any better, due to this action his dreadful judgment prevailed over him much more unyielding.

he began to hatch a plot; because if he manipulates his emotions good enough while bamboozling himself over and over that he was in fact, okay, he'll maybe not suffer from an integral cardiac arrest after this blood curdling conversation.

for a brief period of time childe had been wholly iced to the ground, awaiting your voice. You turned around to face him, silence, a long and grueling five seconds of unbroken staring when you in confusion, pucker your brows together, "what's with you?"

he was overcome by a flat sense of both irritation and surprise at how casual you sounded, "w— what?" childe didn't mean to stutter out his words like that, but his voice was still distressfully stricken.

"you seem sick." you note, directly holding your hand towards his face to keep it on top of his forehead, a flicker of concern eroding inwardly, childe winced at that and he bleeds into your touch, it was alleviating and he missed it, "no fever."

your apprehensive tone faded when you hastened to follow up your words, "i'm glad, because there's this thing i need your help with." you press yourself into his body, "it's a present for a family member." with your lips instantly split into a humane smile, you settled to tease him, ruffling his hair a bit.

childe thought this had to be some kind of metaphysical fantasy he had been trapped in the moment he entered your home, could he be hallucinating or did dottore really mix something into his orange juice earlier?

one of the first couple skills he had learned in the fatui was to always keep a clear head, yet right now he didn't have the time to even recompose himself nor did he realize that he‘s been standing in front of you without moving an inch— it‘s as if he was currently deciphering a difficult secret riddle in his mind and wholly forgot about your presence.

ultimately, you had caught up on the panic and the unintentional perpetual twitch in his eyes, "hey." a sigh of relief, so soft yet it brought him to tears, he felt your hand shelter his once more, the tone on his face grew a bit lower and delicate— a little more allayed.

without trying to conceal his worry now, childe responds clearly to you, "i thought i did something." he blurted out— barely, his throat was still clenched and a continuing dread thudded in his heart.

his eyes widened and a light bead of sweat formed just above his browbone. The thought that you might‘ve broken up with him vehemently churned and wrecked a deep havoc in his gut, it almost had him see white of terror.

you saw the glint of fear— the panic, and closed the distance of your bodies, wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him close, "you didn‘t." the sound of your voice seized his heart and he breathed out a shaking heave.

"because you‘re perfect to me."

as an instinctive counter, his eyes squinted a little of a bigger smile and a shadow of boundless solace stamped in his veins. effectively, he can breathe easily now— be that as it may but for childe to purely envision a skid second without you by his side hurt him so much, if the control of his body hadn't been as well trained by him as it was, he'd tremble into your enfold.

"i‘m sorry." you patted his warm, rosy cheek with a kiss, "i didn't mean to make you feel this way." the tepidity of your eyes felt like the sun buzzing on a sweet summer day, "don't apologize." he stated and swallowed hard, returning your hug.

"i love you." he's leaning his face against your head and closed his eyes shut, "i love you too, ajax." a tear— just one, was then glissading down his cheek at your well spoken words, .

— gorou

"gorou, we need to talk, i finally made up my mind."

talk about what? the great weather on watasumi island?

meanwhile gorou nearly lost what little self restraint he had left in his soul— his right ear repeatedly twitching and serving as a bodily response. However, the way he had acknowledged the teeny tiny letter in his hand in the first place— with the disreputable words frumpily scrabbled on top of it with a black pencil, was largely concerning, he realized.

gorou didn't move for a couple seconds and remained by his own company— in silence, now his eyes grew a tone darker, because he was beginning to feel sick to his stomach, precisely the lower area, a stormy tornado of panic exuberantly nagging on the base of his spine.

what was it that he did because there must've been something he had to mess up if you're handling the situation in that precise way.

fundamentally speaking, (and that was the most irritating component in this whole situation) for you, to not say it out right away but rather have a hand written letter sent over to his office— it's ambiguous, everything turned out to be like a complete mess and he was a part of it.

to say he was both bewildered and crushed combined into one heavy ball of perplexing emotions was a restrained statement. Because truthfully, he was on the brink of a mental breakdown, his face was now hiding in his palms while he leaned further into the desk.

"it's over." he's talking under his own breathing, "that must be the case!"

if you have figured out one thing about your boyfriend— it was that he had a habit of talking to himself whenever he was pressurized by an crucial mission or something was simply bothering him.

he (himself) stated that it was an eminent way of analyzing his scattered thoughts and bring down all meaningless components should there be any at hand.

having said that, you would mentally applaud him because gorou was a genius, it was a great way— while not the one that would be of any need to him right now.

he decided to go all out and search for you— from his perspective, there wasn't any other way. Gorou had previously decoded that you must've been at your home by now, his work wasn't far off anyways so he could show up any time— yet unannounced but this was an emergency, he noted.

for gorou there wasn't anything more important than his relationship with you, it was a part he'd protect vigorously, yet if you were to dump him tonight, that's a different story because then he wouldn't know what to do nor how to retaliate.

considering that, he had been vastly comfortable with you to the point that he simply cannot envision a life without you by this side.

so, yes, maybe that's why he was so tense and anxious moving forward to your home. Little does he realize it wasn't quite how he had imagined it because truth was, gorou didn't do anything wrong.

you see, for a while now, you had been greatly pondering with the thought on your living situation, after all, you had been a couple for a long time and moving in together was the next designated step to be taken.

resultantly you had talked about this with gorou, yet only once and the timing wasn't the best either. If it was for him, he had long since forgotten it, in any other occasion he was a great listener and infallibly did his best to memorize whatever important topic you had to say to him.

but as an automatic result of the miscommunication taking place, gorou had visualized how he thought the conversation would end up, it being with you dumping him for good.

on the other side of the coin there was you, so very happy you could barely wait to tell him that you want to finally approach the next step and move in together.

the moment you let him into your home, you, as always, you greeted him with a kind hug which caught him completely off guard, obviously he wasn't expecting it. You knew your boyfriend very much, so when you saw him in the composition he was currently in, you almost gasped out loud by the terror.

his eyes were sunken and he seemed a bit pale, his ears too, were pointing downwards and that frown on him— together with his ragged breathing made you realize that something wasn't on their designated place. "hey." you approach him gently, "did something happen at work?"

his muscles stiffed and he thought about the words he had planned out to say, repeatedly they had thudded into his skull but nothing arose off his throat. You watched him closely and his gaze softened when you decided to hug him once more, this time with your lips ghosting over his ears, "it's okay, you're home now gorou."

"home?" granted, he couldn't place any fault on you for his own too quick thinking or his habits of jumping to conclusion when it came to this relationship, gorou wasn't the most experienced in that peculiar department after all. "our— our home?!"

"yes!" you're quick to show your happiness to him, your eyes glowing with brilliant shades of delight.

"that's what i wanted to talk about, i was busy preparing everything so Ii couldn't visit you in person." you fleetly pecked his cheek, "i hope it was okay to send a letter instead."

gorou was stunned— bewildered, he thought his ears fell off. "wait." he's taking both of your hands in his to make you stare at him, "this it what you wanted to talk about all along?" your brow ploddingly arose at his way of speech, because you were still very much clueless about it all.

"what did you think i was going to say?" at this rate, your conversation would never end anytime soon. gorou fidgetily scratched his neck before he chirped his words out in a blabbering draw no one but you was able to discern.

"oh nothing special, ijustthoughtyourebreakingupwithme." you were rendered speechless— lost of words and you placed a mental sticker in the deepest ends of your brain to get better at spelling things out more clear.

your eyes formed of sadness and you felt bad, trying to soothe your boyfriend in your own ways, "why would i?" you humorously squeezed his cheeks in a strive to delete his troubled expression, smiling in a loving kind, "i'd never do that, ever."

— alhaitham

beyond the shadow of a doubt, becoming the acting grand sage was an astonishingly tedious task for alhaitham to take— and he did not look forward to it.

unquestionably it was apparent that he wouldn't potentially have as much time for you as he previously had when he was the akademiya's renowned scribe. In spite of his new occupation, you undeniably had supported him throughout the first stages as much as you could.

but, lets say, you had felt a bit neglected lately— or to state said emotion in a contrasting light, you were in need of some much required attention from your boyfriend, plain and simple. Of course— and this usually goes without saying but it's not like alhaitham did it on purpose because, by all means, he didn't.

there wasn't anything he'd like to do as much as leisurely resting on his cozy bed with you by his side, cushily enclosed in your arms while you play with his hair and talking about all kinds of topics at hand.

with it becoming worse, it followed that he rarely had time to come over for dinner anymore, sure, you had your own duties to be taken care of but you missed him so so dearly and weren't sure how else to get him to move his unwavering attention from his work to your sweet frame again.

though your approach seemed a bit evil, you realized. but wasn't your creative thinking one of the reasons alhaitham had fallen in love with you in the first place?

to accurately get your plan in motion, you had sent an overly prettily framed letter to his new office— you added your favorite symbols to the paper and used your best-loved colors to have it cross your boyfriends keen eyes the second it would land on his desk.

under those circumstances you had impatiently began to wait at your place for him to get to you. And he did see your letter glowing in midst all the important papers on his desk, bedazzled by your most dearest decorations.

alhaitham slanted his head a bit to the left when he caught a glimpse of it eventually— he was a bit puzzled at first because whenever you did require his cooperation you'd just show up in person. But then again, in recent times he had his hands full of work and you arguably wouldn't even meet him to begin with.

his fingers gingerly opened the fine letter to scrutinize the words at hand, "we need to talk, it's about us."

he was taken aback, very, and caught off balance. He didn't view you as someone who'd send cryptic messages like that one in particular. Alhaitham distressfully rubbed his eyes and placed the letter on his desk above all the other workloads he had gotten delivered today.

upon that, he leaned into the broad armchair and careened his head back, closing his eyes. In that peculiar state he might potentially arrange and categorize his thoughts more coherent. The last thing he would've wanted now was to have your relationship suffer because of his current job.

first, it's dreary, second, it would throw him off completely.

while alhaitham had a dozen more work to finish before he could routinely head home, he decided to go to your place instead to talk it out. In his opinion, pushing back a much needed conversation would only elude his rational thinking skills by a huge mountain of precious time. it would've been obtuse for him to not handle this.

deep wrinkles were forming around his brows when he knocked on your door, his eyes fixated with worry but also irritation. On the flip side alhaitham was also concerned that something might've happened to you without him being aware of it.

another knock and you had lastly opened the door to your home, with a pseudo sad frown on your lips, maybe that was your ticket to great evilness because you did feel a bit wicked for tricking your poor, overworked boyfriend like that.

he doesn't say much, a dreadful silence of a couple minutes had surrounded the atmosphere and the inches in between your frames. A direct steady approach hadn't been found before he decided to speak at last, though heedful. "i saw your letter." he remarked through a clenched jaw.

"you did?" you slowly turned around and simulated to shuffle something out of a drawer in your kitchen— pretending to make a cup of tea for you both. "yes, i did." alhaitham might be many things, but he wasn't stupid, he knew something wasn't adding up, at all.

at first note, there was your body responses, despite your d class acting skills you were still showing emotions that weren't classified as sad nor angered. Second, it felt as if you didn't even know what to say, more thoroughly did you appear to just like him being here because why else were you settling a cup of tea and would you look at this, a few pastries he was sure were freshly bought.

"do you want me to applaud to you?" his voice was dry but despite that it harvested a glint of humor, "for this performance, i mean."

you bit down on the mushy insides of your cheeks before turning around, "i don't know what you're talking about." there you stood with an empty cup in your hand when he resoluted to walk towards you, haltering himself when he reached your body. "you wanted to talk." his hand finds your cheek and banteringly nudges it, "then talk."

you avert your gaze to recollect your thinking, because truthfully you did not expect him to catch onto it that fast— plus, you could also say you didn't think too far ahead into the future as on what to do once he's actually there.

"okay, okay." you dramatically throw your hands in the air, "i pretended to be mad so you'd show up." silence, "because i missed you." before you could hide the embarrassment with your hands alhaitham had swiftly bolstered one of his arms around your waist to pull you into his chest, "I know."

"can you blame me though?" you tried to explain yourself through your shy smiles which he had found so so very adorable, "you're never home." you lay your cheek against his warm chest to reply with a cuddle back and alhaitham sighed out when he beheld your distressfulness— how much he longed for his calm days to return.

"i know." he idly pawed his hand over your spine, "i can't wait to be the scribe again." you quietly shake with laugher at his words, the sides of your lips creasing up, "though i have to admit." you suddenly state while blinking up into his multi colored eyes, "saying my boyfriend is the grand sage doesn't sound that bad."

he's amusingly shook his head and found himself deeply connected in your arms— though being wary of the entire settling of today, alhaitham's sadness resigned back into him, he realizing that the last time he had held you just like this had have been a long time ago.

for this, he couldn't wait to get back to his usual, comfortable life with you again because no matter which position he'd take in the akademiya, he'd never want to place you second under it because it was you who truly gave new meaning to his life.

— scaramouche

working in the shadows had been something scaramouche was practicing his entire life, he‘s as fast-moving as the wind, a split second and he was gone, poof, unforeseen and brief.

substantially, you weren‘t quite sure what made you reach the conclusion to perpetually poke your finger into his hardiness, over and over— to sweetly aggravate him because it’s fun. especially when he had gotten back to you after a long, monotonous day full of his duties to fulfill.

on the assumption that nothing was wrong, kuni, as in any other circumstance, had saddled back into the couch with you next to him— actively observing how you’re casually paging through a couple letters in your hand.

"hey." in the pitch of his voice alone you were capable to discern the fatigue in his body— he must‘ve been especially hard working tonight.

"put the book away." undoubtedly, it was that time of the day again, scaramouche required your unwavering attention because if you aren't handing it over to him right this second, he'd become actually ballistic and sullen, waiting until you notice.

"hm." you do not say much, pretending to have something critical crossing your current state of mind, "what do you mean hm?" he's peeved by your behavior— despite that it piqued his interest.

you evidently weren't drained or disgruntled by his presence, at least he thought you weren't, "is this more important than i am?" scaramouche loftily pointed towards the book in your hand which you then, meteorically closed.

"there is something—" you do not dare to look into his permeating eyes, being panicky stricken you might blow your cover in front of him. Kuni had a way of heeding every so little change in both the articulation in your voice and face.

"there is something we need to talk about— about us."

scaramouche didn't buy it, not even once, you were too perceptible and easy to detect.

what was there to talk about when nothing happened, in the morning you seemed fine, you even gave him a goodbye kiss when he left for work. "really now?" he's sharpening his eyes on you, his chin held up high to throw you off the high in your conversation and most pivotally, to make you all jittery so you‘d eventually slip up.

"yes." you outstandingly flumped back into the velvety cushions of your couch, "we're just so different." - "no we're not." he was right there to cut you off, giving you no room to breathe while also slouching closer to your frame so you‘d look at him.

without beating around the bush, scaramouche decided to play this game with you, though in his eyes, he was way better at this than you could ever be, "but we are." now coming across at him through distinct eyes, you sealed your lips together so you wouldn‘t suddenly burst out laughing.

in a wink of an eye he had edged himself so near to you— with only being a mere couple inches away from banging your heads together, "are you playing games again?" he really wanted to know it now, fundamentally, scaramouche was captivated by this— he never loses and this side of yours would never bore him, not even once.

"maybe." you blurt out bluntly, affectionately wiggling the tip of your nose against his own, "you're a menace." he rolls his eyes and pulls away. with how swift you were to follow him, you put your legs over his lap so you‘d be dotingly enclosed into one another. "don't do that again."

sweet scaramouche— what he didn't show you was that he in actuality shared a concern in result of your behavior. All things considered he was aware you were kidding to rally him up. He thinks your skills were amateurish at best, whimsical, he hoped you were practicing your acting to once really catch him off guard.

"it's so fun though." you brusquely admitted to him with a candid smile while venturing to case your arms around his neck.

if only he wasn‘t so utterly compelled by you he‘d actually be mad for once, yet he only puffs out a warm heave, "i'll get you back for this."

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"YOU CRYIN'?"

PAIRING -‘๑’- characters of various fandoms x fem!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS -‘๑’- dacryphilia, spanking, pussy slapping, tit slapping, rough sex, pain play, hair pulling, degradation etc

AUTHOR'S NOTE -‘๑’- who doesn't love some pretty criers? ♡ btw cock can be read as strap on!

MINORS DNI

They love to hear your pretty cries of pleasure- or pain as you write beneath them. Your body covered in goosebumps as their hand cracks down on your tits, make the soft flesh jiggle. They grin mischeviously as you whine, thrusting into you faster. Your body bouncing up with each harsh thrust of their hips, smacking against your sore thighs. Their hands dig into your hips so hard that it hurts.

"You cryin' already, pretty girl? I'm not even halfway done with you, little slut." Their laughter echoes throughout the room, almost drowned out by the loud noises of their hips smacking against your ass, the soft fat jiggling and bouncing with each hard thrust. You can't do much in this situation, their strength completely overpowering yours making you just lay there and take it. They dont care if it hurts, they know you fucking love it by the way your cute pussy gushes around their cock. Fat tears rolls down your swollen and hot cheeks as you grip the sheets, babbling out shit neither you or your partner can understand. Their name is the only coherent thought you can think at the moment as they drag their cock out of your pulsing walls with a breathy moan, running a hand through their sweat soaked hair, smirking down at your ruined state. They don't even give you a moment to breath- almost immediately thrusting back into your sloppy cunt while their hand comes down harshly against your plush ass, snickering when you jump at the sudden pain, sobbing out their name and little curses.

"So cute, aren't ya? It's pathetic how I can turn you into a crying mess just by shoving my cock into your messy little hole. Fuck- yeah clench around me just like that.."

You're almost out of it when- smack! Your lovers hand slaps your clit harshly, the delicate bud throbbing at the painful pleasure as you squeal out, trying to run from them- but they hold you in place firmly, almost laughing at your pitiful attempt at trying to escape.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you."

♡LUCIFER, mammon on bad days, satan, solomon, blade, kafka, SCARAMOUCHE, CHILDE, xiao, ARLECCHINO, dottore, AL-HAITHAM, cyno, abyss aether & lumine, YAE MIKO, NIKOLAI, YOSANO, ranpo, dazai, gojo, geto, toji, mahito, NAHOYA, draken, HANMA, SANZUUUUU, SUKUNA & any of your faves♡

Then we have those who are the pretty criers. They sniffle and rub their teary eyes while you push your head impossibly deeper into their sex, sucking on it for dear life. You hum and you lick it so sensually, all while looking them straight in the eye. Your hand reaches up to twist and pull at their sensitive nipple, making them jolt and whimper. Your run your tongue up and down their sex, then moving your head to bite their thighs hard, leaving teeth marks over the delicate skin. You swear you see their eyes roll back into their skull when you dive your head back into the special spot between their shaky legs.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck!- it's feels so- so good! keep going, please- oh-"

They get cut off when you flick your tongue up and down their sensitive spot, their head thrown back as their release spurts all over your pretty face, coating you in their glossy cum.

"No more- please! I-I'll die! You'll milk me dry- oh fuck!"

♡LEVIATHAN, mammon, kazuha, gorou, aether, amber, venti, atsushi, POE, mushitaro, SIGMA, JOUNO, itadori, yuuta, TAKEMICHI, chifuyu, kazutora, takuya & your faves♡

©sachiyoh— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated♡

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heizlut · 7 months

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Being a brat in public with soft genshin men (part 1)

headcanon/drabble for multiple chars

inspired by @devieuls read their version here!

background: You’re acting like a brat while out with your sweet boyfriend. Despite their normally soft and sometimes outspoken demeanor, be prepared to be put in your place.

characters: aether, gorou, kazuha, venti x reader (separate)

cw: not exactly smut but we’re really toeing the line here. soft boys get rough with you

check out my masterlist here!

Aether~

Aether tries to maintain a neutral disposition and ignore your bratty behaviour, not wanting anymore attention brought his way. He had dealt with enough commissions and brainless requests from others around teyvat so he was really starting to lose his cool. He tightens his grip on your hand as you try to pull it out of his grasp. He pulls you to him, grabbing your chin in a harsh grip so you look up at him, “I’ve had a long fucking day so quit being such a fucking brat or I’ll punish you right here, right now. Got that?”

You blush at his words, nodding your head to the best of your ability. The frustration in his expression melts and he lets go of your chin, “Good girl.”

Gorou~

Gorou is not one to put up with your bratty behaviour. As the general, his commands and expectations are to always be followed, yet here you were practically throwing a fit over the fact that the food stand didn’t have the dango milk you wanted. He would stop right in front of you, looking down at you with a stern look and crossing his arms, “Quit causing a scene. You’re embarrassing yourself and me and I won’t tolerate it.” He leans closer to you and says in a low tone, “Keep up the attitude and you won’t be able to walk for the next fucking week.”

You immediately stop and avert your gaze to the ground. Satisfied that you stopped, he smirks, “See? That wasn’t so hard now was it.”

Kazuha~

Kazuha doesn’t normally mind listening to you rant about your troubles, but he about had enough when you began to catch an attitude with him, trying to tell him that he never listens to you.

He pauses, taking in your false accusations, then releasing a deep sigh as he stops you in your tracks giving you a disappointed look, “Is that how you really feel, huh?” He leans in close, his breath tickling your ear as he growls out, “You know that’s not the truth so lose the attitude, sweetheart or I’ll fuck it out of you.”

Venti~

Venti was always so cheerful and optimistic no matter the circumstance. But watching you catch an attitude with him at Angel’s Share was really starting to crack his cheerful demeanor. He finally lost his composure when you decided to remind him how easily La Signora took his gnosis from him. He chuckles darkly and catches your jaw in a tight grip that squishes your cheeks, “Did you forget I’m still an archon? Or do I need to remind you just how powerful I really am?”

a/n: giggling and kicking my feet rn🤭 thanks to @devieuls for letting me use their post as inspiration❤️❤️

#genshin smut #aether smut #gorou smut #kazuha smut #venti smut #genshin headcanons #aether x reader #gorou x reader #kazuha x reader #venti x reader

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jasmyluv · 1 year

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Of all people... - a scaramouche x fem!reader smau

⌞Synopsis⌝ When you, a student who finds her best friend admits the terrors of high school. A best friend who've you'd hated ever since he left. Of all people, why was he the one to make you swoon, a person you swore to hate?

⌞AU⌝ modern!au, highschool!au, slow burn (?), he fell first but she fell harder, perfect score trope, childhood friends to lovers, found family (Childe and [Name]), fluff, angst, crack, others will be added as the story progresses

⌞Warnings⌝ swearing, petnames, different POVs, jealousy, kms/kys jokes, kazuha x reader, parent issues, child neglect, ayamiya (Ayaka x Yoimiya, in the future chapters), Eimiko (Ei x Yae), mentions of kokorou (Kokomi x Gorou), kavetham (Kaveh x Alhaitham), others will be added as the story progresses

⌞Tag list⌝ List #1; List #2, open, send an ask, comment, or dm to be added !

⌞Status⌝

Started - November 28, 2022

Finished - May 7, 2023

⌞Note⌝ Written chapters will be marked with ◊, the pictures used in this smau (that assumably includes you) do not represent or portray what you look like in this au, you look like you in this au, nobody else :)

⌞A/n⌝ When it's based off personal experience except it's top 10 and 11 not top 1 and 2 HAHAHAHA

Profiles !

Disappointments - [Name]'s friend group

Fatui Hamburgers + Kazuha - Scaramouche's friend group

Chapters !

Act I - I'm supposed to hate you, right?

001. Why are YOU here? (◊) || 002. Spelling Bee?? Exempted?? 2000 DOLLARS??

003. Coffee date! || 004. Is this an interrogation?

005. Study buddy + sleeping brother (◊) || 006. What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

007. Past is past || 008. Final Results

009. Midterm studying? No, midnight rain. || 010. Words I regret

011. Are you satisfied? (◊) || 012. "Average"

Act II - And if you don't?

013. Burger King Party || 014. Surprise visit, not so happy reunion (◊)

014.5 In my mind

015. He knows || 016. Delicate (◊)

017. Limerence || 018. Tiana to my Prince Naveen

019. To the newlyweds! (◊) || 020. Mixed signals come with mixed feelings

021. Puzzle me || 022. Court or confess?

023. Clueless || 024. Don't take advice from a ginger

025. Vermilion dreams (◊) || 026. You again?

027. It's nice to have a friend || 028. To "study" (◊)

Act III - Then, I won't.

029. "Bee"-t my dust! (◊) || 030. Celebration Dinner

031. And the winners are...! || 032. I don't need your congratulations.

033. Sweet nothing || 034. Labyrinth (◊)

035. So, the hatred meant nothing? (◊) || 036. I’m sorry, what?

037. Your blessing? Do I have to ask? || 038. Sparks fly

039. Subtle signs for your dense mind || 040. A rose for a lifetime (◊)

041. #scarayn real!? || 042. An end of another chapter with you (◊)

#jas writes #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x you #kunikuzushi x y/n #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche angst #scara x reader #scaramouche smau #genshin smau

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— live to tell the tail

summary. you unfortunately lived in a universe where general gorou had found out ms. hina was… himself. and just your luck: gorou’s first impression of you was a crazed devotee of the ms. hina fan club, but you had only been in the wrong place at the wrong time. will you live to tell the tail?

love interests. gn!reader x a watatsumi general, an inazuman vagrant, the balladeer, and the kreideprinz.

warnings. infinite pet puns, referenced character death, weapons, swearing, blood, alcohol, harassment, and mentions of war.

word count. 1,347

chapter nineteen ⌇ oh, fur-get it!

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the closest thing scaramouche had to family was a person named katsuragi.

but other than the memories scaramouche had left of him, scaramouche didn’t know what it was like to come home to a pair of open arms, be asked how his day went, or have someone announce that dinner was ready.

so when he finally tracked down you and that small brat napping in the corner of the children’s playroom, he wondered if this was the sight of “peacefulness” his subordinates spoke of regarding their own families.

after scaramouche maneuvered around some toddlers playing with dinosaur figure toys and playhouses, he tossed aside the emerald finch plush that he purloined from the storage room and crouched down to be at eye level with you. you who were sleeping soundly without any perception of the danger in front of you. you whose cheek he lightly grazed with his knuckles, your soft skin so pierceable.

and he could pierce it so quietly.

and toss you off the side of this boat.

and no one would know.

he could capsize the entire vessel if he wanted to.

“gorou…”

scaramouche quirked up an eyebrow at the name that slipped from your mouth and gave you a once-over. you were still in deep slumber.

“...foolish human, you risked your life for a dog.”

out of the blue, a father and his partner burst through the door of the playroom and zeroed in on their child resting against your side. scaramouche promptly moved aside with a smidgeon of alarm as you and the kid roused from sleep at the couple’s frantic frenzy.

“bless the electro archon that you’re all right, isamu!” overflowing with tears (and having a striking resemblance to you), the parent sank to their knees and wrapped their arms around the child. “we couldn’t begin to forgive ourselves if you were hurt!”

“papa? nibi?” isamu rubbed at his eyes that drooped with drowsiness before peeping up at you, whose own eyes were shadowed with fatigue from keeping pace with his energy all day.

when you reported a missing child to the authorities and were told to hand him over, isamu threw a fit, stubbornly refusing to leave you, so you were constrained to chasing looking after him until his parents were notified.

and since caretaking wasn’t the expertise of good-for-nothing yoshihisa, he wasn’t ecstatic to let isamu stay in the cabin, so he directed you to the playroom and went right back to sleep.

“who was that, mama?” isamu asked as he wrapped his hand around your forefinger and followed you to the playroom. “do you love someone else?”

“eh?” you blinked in rapid succession. “i, uh… well, i only love two people in this world, and that’s you and your father! that man we talked to was actually my bodyguard…”

who obviously didn’t do that much guarding, you internally rebuked yoshihisa.

as if he read your mind, isamu secured his grip on your finger. “don’t worry, mama! i will keep you safe until papa comes back.”

from the looks of it, “papa” probably wasn’t going to guard you either, let alone stick to his word and come back with a stuffy. you honestly thought the last time you would ever see him was that morning in the restaurant.

“we cannot thank you enough for keeping our baby safe,” gushed the father (who was virtually a carbon copy of scaramouche apart from a few forehead wrinkles). “we took our eyes off him for just a fraction of a second…”

“it’s not a problem!” you assured, shaking your head. “i’m glad i could help.”

isamu’s attention gravitated to the stuffed animal nudging his elbow, and his face wholly lit up as he raised it into the air. “it’s a finch!” he rejoiced.

…that wasn’t there before.

you drew your eyes to the hatted man that everyone had yet to address. that was when the puzzle pieces connected in your brain.

“wait, kuni—?”

“no.”

but isamu wasn’t going to let scaramouche off the hook. “thank you, papa!” isamu cheered, waving at scaramouche with plush in hand as his actual father scooped him up.

“all right, kiddo, it’s time for your bubble bath,” isamu’s dad cajoled, and then he parted one last thank you before heading toward the exit.

“very sorry for ruining your honeymoon!” his partner appended with clasped hands.

“we’re not even a…!” scaramouche’s voice trailed off since isamu and his parents were long gone. scaramouche pinched the bridge of his nose as if putting a cork on the irritability bottled up inside of him.

“kuni, you got that plush for isamu,” you said, your beam settling into a gentle smile.

the balladeer folded his arms and narrowed his eyes. if looks could kill, you would be six feet under. “you are clearly mistaken,” he returned coolly. “it was a complimentary gift from the staff passing through here.”

ah, this is what light novel authors call a “tsundere”, you mused to yourself. “the evidence is pointing right at you, hat boy.”

hat boy!?

scaramouche’s fists clenched and unclenched uncontrollably by his sides at your insolence (toward a harbinger, no less). “even if i did give it to that child, what of it? it was more trouble than it was worth.” and that finch will be abandoned and replaced anyway.

“well, actually, it was an excuse i made up so that you could leave… since you looked ready to drop-kick the kid,” you clarified to him as you pulled your knees to your chest. “i didn’t think you would look for a stuffed animal and come back with it.”

huddling your legs into your arms, you propped a chin onto the bone of your kneecaps and gazed up at scaramouche earnestly. “but you saw how happy isamu was, right? the plush wasn’t from his real dad, but he’s going to cherish it for the rest of his life—or at least the memory of the plush if he ever loses it.” your lips spread into a cheeky smile. “see? i told you that you’re a good person.”

scaramouche goes completely still at the sight of your upturned lips.

it… it was impossible for a person to be this charitable to a stranger, yet your words and actions never had ill intent...

...even when he snuck up behind you on the terrace of the boat.

“gah, i-i’m sorry! i didn’t think anyone would come here at this hour…”

“kuni, i’m going to keep believing that you’re a good person. i don’t think you would’ve helped me if that wasn’t the case.”

even when he accidently shed his patronizing demeanor for one that was more antagonizing toward you. one that was more his style.

“are you stupid? why didn’t you just walk away from that simpleton?”

“...what was in your food to make you say that?”

you were so far away from the world that scaramouche riddled with revenge, exploitation, and manslaughter. you were so far away from him that you appeared almost unreal, but you were right in front of him, affecting him in every which way and still smiling at him... even though he could have extinguished your flame long ago.

would you still be smiling at him if you learned that he waved off his minions to leave his office, giving them the green light to do whatever they wanted to your father?

“i think…” scaramouche muttered, the harsh line of his brows mellowing.

he wanted to know the answer to that question, so he was too curious about you to take your last breath… for now.

“eh? did you say something?”

scaramouche swiveled around, pink tinging his ears, and stalked off.

“hey, where are you going!? i have so much leftover food from this morning that we were supposed to share!”

that only quickened scaramouche’s pace to the door, but as soon as he placed his hand flush against it, he turned to look back at you.

“remember my name until next time, reader,” he said. “it’s kunikuzushi.”

and he was gone just like that.

…how did he know your name?

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#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x y/n #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #gorou x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #albedo x reader #fluff #crack #comfort #angst #stella writes — !#live to tell the tail

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zhongrin · 2 years

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𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓊

❝ 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗌… ❞

❝ 𝗁𝗆? 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖾? ….. 𝗈𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾? ❞

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genshinluvr · 1 year

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The Men Who Worry a Lot

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: Ever since you got pregnant, the men have been worrying about you and the baby. Your hunger skyrocketed, your hormones are all over the place, and your immune system is weaker and cannot fight off infections as much as it could before you were pregnant. You sometimes wander off alone when you’re out of the abode with the men. Can you really blame the men for worrying so much about you while you’re heavily pregnant?

Note: This is a spin-off to Mixed Signals and Eating for Two! I will be linking the two fics mentioned down below if you want to read Mixed Signals and Eating for Two first before reading this spin-off! ^^ If you're all interested in the whole parent life with the Genshin men, I can make mini-fics for it or answer asks that relate to the overall pregnancy universe of my isekai'd!reader fics. As previously stated in "Mixed Signals" and "Eating for Two | Mixed Signals Alt. Ending," this story does lean towards female!reader/AFAB!reader because pregnancy does happen in this story. Anyway! Please keep in mind that I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Pregnancy, and sickness.

Word Count: 8.4k

Read the original and alternate ending here: Mixed Signals, Eating for Two | Mixed Signals Alt. Ending.

You’re eight months pregnant. Your pregnant belly is huge, and you look like you could pop at any moment, and that worries the twenty-five men. When you walk, you waddle, and you look so freaking cute! Your hand is on your baby bump every time you walk, sit, stand, and when you’re lying in bed. Most of the time, you ditch your usual clothes for the men’s button-up shirts, keeping the top half buttoned and the bottom half unbuttoned, letting your pregnant belly peek from the fabrics.

Being pregnant is uncomfortable, and you (and the twenty-five men) have to do everything to make sure you have a safe, comfortable, and stress-free pregnancy. Other than your and the twenty-five men’s baby being spoiled, you’re also being spoiled. It’s not like you don’t know who’s the father of your baby—well, technically, you don’t because all of you haven’t taken the paternity test yet.

It was in the middle of the night, and Diluc was rudely awoken by a bad feeling in his gut. Diluc rushes to get out of bed and open the door. Diluc steps into the dark hallway, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and flicks the upstairs lights on. Lights flood the second floor, and he walks to your bedroom. Diluc cracks the door open and peeks his head into your dark room, only to see that your bed is empty and there’s no sign of you in the room.

Panic starts to kick in, and Diluc turns around to begin searching for you immediately.

“Honey?” Diluc calls out, walking around the upper part of the estate, searching for you— his heavily pregnant partner.

Sure, Diluc can wake the others to help him search for you, but Diluc cannot think rationally when he’s busy panicking and still groggy from his sleep. Doors on the second floor start to open, footsteps getting close to where he’s wandering around.

Thoma rubs his eyes, yawning. “Why are you awake at this time?” Thoma mutters, stretching his arms in the air with a groan.

Gorou peeks into your dark bedroom, his ears twitching. “I hear rustling downstairs. Maybe [Y/N] is downstairs snacking,” Gorou comments.

Tighnari sighs and runs his fingers through his messy hair. “I hope that’s not the case. They’re messing up their sleep and eating schedule,” Tighnari sighs.

One by one, the men walk down the stairs to the pitch-black living room. A source of light peeks from the kitchen, light spilling from the gap at the bottom of the door. You are indeed in the kitchen. Dainsleif walks toward the door and pushes it open, revealing you rummaging through the pantry. Your hair is sticking all over the place, your eyes are puffy from sleep, and your clothes are wrinkled.

Dainsleif sighs and leans against the door frame of the kitchen. “Why are you awake at this time?” Dainsleif asks.

You jump and look at the men like a deer caught in headlights. You drop a bread roll on the ground and mouth “fuck” to yourself. You attempt to lean down to grab the bread roll, but your eight-month-pregnant belly is in the way. You kick the bread roll back into the pantry and cross your arms over your chest.

“I, uh, was checking to make sure the bread rolls are still good to eat!” You lie, giving the men a fake smile.

Ayato takes a step toward you, looking at you with amusement. The corners of Ayato’s lips quirk up, taking in the sight of your adorable figure. You look so cute! Ayato just wants to pinch your cheeks and suffocate you in his arms by hugging you tightly until you pop.

“You had the sudden urge to make sure the bread rolls weren’t expired and molding in the middle of the night?” Ayato asks, tilting his head while gazing at you with the softest look you have ever seen.

You blush and look away with a huff. “Of course! Have you guys never had that moment where you’re sleeping or minding your business, and all of a sudden, you start to wonder if certain things are expired or if you still have the shirt you wore a few years ago?” You ask, tapping your sock-clad feet on the ground.

Itto eyes widen, and he nods eagerly. “Oh my gosh, yes! All the time! I thought it was just me, but it’s good to know that I’m not the only one this happens to!” Itto exclaims.

Xiao rolls his eyes and thwacks Itto upside of his head. Itto winces before rubbing the back of his head and glaring down at Xiao with a pout. You press your lips into a thin line to prevent yourself from laughing.

Baizhu smiles at you. “We need to talk about you waking up in the middle of the night to snack on something,” Baizhu says.

You look at Baizhu in disbelief. “Again?” You squeak.

Scaramouche sighs. “We wouldn’t have to talk to you about your late-night snacking if you stopped doing it,” Scaramouche says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Ayato holds his arm out for you to take. You pucker your lips, turn the pantry light off and close the door behind you. You loop your arms around Ayato’s arm and let him escort you to the living room. Ayato flickers the living room light on. You squeeze your eyes shut when the light fills the living area.

“I think turning on a lamp would’ve been better,” you mutter, sitting on the couch after Ayato leads you to the sofa in the center of the living room.

Everyone sits around you and gazes at you intently. You feel yourself becoming flustered under their gazes and reach for a throw blanket blindly. You wrap the blanket around your shoulders before placing your hands on your swollen tummy. You’re still craving a snack and can feel your stomach rumbling.

Al Haitham sits beside you and places a hand over yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “You know it's not good to get less than eight hours of sleep, correct? You’re pregnant, and you need plenty of rest,” Al Haitham says, combing his fingers through your bedhead.

You sigh and lean forward, resting your head on Al Haitham’s chest, and close your eyes. “All I’ve been doing throughout my pregnancy is rest, Al Haitham. Plus, you guys know my cravings have increased ever since I got pregnant! I can’t help it,” you reply.

Kaveh sits on your left, rubbing your back. “We’re not upset that you’re having cravings. We’re worried about your and the baby’s safety. You wandered downstairs for a snack in pitch darkness. You could’ve tripped and fallen down the stairs, hurting yourself and the baby,” Kaveh murmurs, pulling you from Al Haitham’s chest and to his chest.

You sigh and press your head against Kaveh’s chest, listening to his heart beating against his chest. Kaveh runs his fingers through your hair, untangling the knots and organizing your hair. They’re not wrong about that. You did wake up in the middle of the night and wandered down the stairs in the darkness, searching for something to snack on for you and the baby.

“You’re right, and it’s my bad for not waking anyone up before going down the stairs for a snack. Sometimes I forget that I’m pregnant, even though this thing,” you point at your swollen tummy, “gets in the way all the time.”

Kaeya pokes your belly button, causing you to jolt and lightly slap his hands away with a tiny glare. Kaeya chuckles and kneels before you, resting his head on your lap, and reaches for your hand. Kaeya gazes up at you and closes his eyes when he feels you brush his hair away from his face. Archons, he’s so beautiful.

“What do you want to do now, angel? Do you want to go back to bed, or are you still craving something to eat?” Kaeya asks, slowly opening his eyes and staring at you intently.

You drag out a sigh and close your eyes. “I really want to go back to bed, but if I do, this little one will be kicking me all night until I eat something,” you reply.

“Stay here and take a nap. One of us will make you something to eat,” you hear Aether say.

Aether did not have to tell you twice because you were already dozing off on Kaveh’s shoulders, your hand remaining on Kaeya’s head. While you were napping against Kaveh’s chest and one of the men was making a snack for you to eat, you felt the baby kick. You open your eyes and press your hands against your stomach, grumbling about how the baby wasn’t letting you get a few minutes of shut-eye without kicking you.

A few minutes later, Heizou walks into the living room with what looks like mini French toast. Your eyes light up, and you reach forward, making grabby motions. Heizou hands you the plate, and you mouth a “thank you” to Heizou before taking a bite out of the delicious toast.

“That has a lot of sugar and syrup on it. It’s going to keep [Y/N] and the baby up all night,” Xiao commented, eyeing the sugary snack you’re biting into.

Heizou shrugs his shoulders. “Listen, I’m here to please the pregnant person and the baby in the womb. Whatever they want, they get,” Heizou replies, propping his hands on his hips.

The snack satiates your hunger, and after finishing the entire plate, you struggle to get off the couch. Venti giggles and reaches for your hand, helping you get off the couch. You sigh in relief and thank Venti, rubbing your swollen belly with one hand while grasping the plate with the other.

Venti looked at you curiously when you waddled off to the kitchen. “Where are you going, Windblume? The stairs are the other way, silly!” Venti calls after you.

You reply over your shoulder, “I’m going to wash the plate, then I’ll go back to bed!”

Childe runs to where you are and takes the plate from your hands while shaking his head. You blink at Childe owlishly before realizing you’re not allowed to do any household chores until way after you pop the baby out. Ah, right, how could you forget something like that?

Childe wraps an arm around your shoulders and kisses your forehead. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about chores. We’ll take care of everything for you, like how we have been since the beginning of your pregnancy. Get some sleep, alright, snookums?” Childe coos, resting his cheek on your head.

“Alright, alright. I’ll go to bed now that I have something to snack on for the baby and me,” you said, rubbing your swollen stomach.

Childe smiles wide and pats your head. Childe looks over your head and gestures for one of the men to take you up the stairs. Zhongli walks toward you and Childe, wrapping an arm around your waist and holding your hand. Zhongli guides you up the stairs with the men following behind. Ever since your pregnancy was announced, the men made sure to put a rug over the staircase to prevent you from slipping down the stairs.

Upon arriving in your bedroom, Zhongli turns the lights on. Zhongli walks you to your bed and helps you sit on your bed before tucking you in bed. You would brush your teeth again, but you’re too tired to do it, and it’s already late. Zhongli caresses your face and presses a kiss on your forehead. You reach for Zhongli’s hand and squeeze them, pulling him down and planting a good night’s kiss on his cheek. Knowing the other men are going to complain, Zhongli moves out of the way for the others to kiss you goodnight so you can kiss them goodnight in return. After what felt like fifteen minutes, you were able to bid everyone goodnight.

Zhongli is the last person to leave your room. “Get some rest, alright? Wake us up if you need anything at all or anything happened,” Zhongli instructs.

You nod and give him a thumbs up, too tired to respond. Once Zhongli turns the lights off in your room and closes the door behind him, you snuggle against your pregnancy pillow and close your eyes, drifting off to sleep.

The men worry about you a lot, and they have many valid reasons to worry! While your late-night snacking has become routine to the point where the men will automatically wake up if they hear your bedroom door open (they trained their ears to listen for it). The previous night when Diluc searched for you in the middle of the night, was the only time the men didn’t hear you leave your room until they heard Diluc calling out for you.

They keep an eye out for you almost 24/7, and you love them for it. Sometimes they can get distracted, and that’s okay! Only this time, they may or may not have lost their pregnant significant other while the twenty-six of you were in Inazuma City. The men are crowding around a food stall, trying to decide what to order to bring back to the estate to eat. While you and the twenty-five men can dine out in the city, they worry the number of people would overwhelm you. Especially if those people are constantly staring at your pregnant form while you’re eating, and they treat you like fine porcelain.

Now here you are, standing behind the group of men, rubbing your swollen belly and breathing in the aroma of delicious food lingering in the air. Your stomach is growling, and the baby is lively today, kicking and moving around in the womb.

“Are you sure a pregnant person like [Y/N] should be eating something like that?” Kazuha asks, eyeing the menu warily.

Albedo looks at the menu and nods. “The food is fully cooked. As long as it’s not seafood or raw meat. There are many things pregnant people are not allowed to eat, and I brought a list with me,” Albedo says, pulling out the long list of foods you’re allowed and not allowed to eat.

“It feels restricting, does it not?” Cyno asks, raising his eyebrows at Albedo.

Dottore nods his head, flipping through the menu. “Sadly, it’s the reality of being pregnant. Even if [Y/N] can eat these things just fine, the baby will not be able to handle foods like the ones listed,” replies Dottore.

Your mouth started watering. Not wanting to wait any longer, you turn around and search around for a food stall to order food from. You lock gazes with the vendor of the nearest food stand. Well, it looks more like a snack stand than a food stand. You waddle off to the snack vendor, and the man gives you a sweet smile after seeing your pregnant belly bulging through your shirt.

You smile at Tomoki and point at the Dango milk. “May I have a Dango milk, Tomoki?” You ask politely.

Tomoki nods. “Of course! Do you want one or two Dango milk?” asks Tomoki, reaching for the black bottle.

You hum and tap on your chin, debating whether you should get one or two Dango milk. Dango milk is delicious, and you can never get enough of it! Although your beloved boyfriends are currently ordering food to bring to the estate, it’s best you buy only one Dango milk, or else you’d lose your appetite. Plus, not only did you want to save your appetite for food, one Dango milk costs one thousand five hundred Mora, and if you were to buy two Dango milk, it would’ve been three thousand Mora.

“I’ll take one Dango milk! I haven’t eaten anything yet, and I don’t want the Dango milk to make me lose my appetite,” you said.

Tomoki smiles and nods. “Alright! One Dango milk it is!” He says, handing the bottle over to you after you pulled out exactly one thousand five hundred Mora from the Mora bag in your pocket.

You give Tomoki a thankful smile before walking off with your Dango milk, occupied with getting the bottle uncapped so you can start drinking it. While you’re struggling to get the cap off, Pantalone takes the menu from one of the men’s hands and turns to ask you what you want to eat, but realizes that you aren’t with the group. Pantalone stared at the spot where you were standing and turned to the other men, scratching the back of his neck.

Pantalone clears his throat. “Um, we have a problem,” Pantalone says nervously.

“They wandered off, didn’t they?” Capitano deadpans.

Pantalone nodded hesitantly, and the twenty-four men slowly turned to where you were supposed to be standing, only to see an empty spot. Pierro sighs, pinching the space between his eyebrows, and closes his eyes. There’s no way they lost you in the city this fast. You, a heavily pregnant person, somehow wandered off without either of them noticing you waddling away.

“I’m sure they didn’t wander off too far,” Pierro says, looking up and scanning his surroundings.

While the men are searching for you, you stand in the middle of the walkway, uncapping the Dango milk. After a few minutes of struggling to open the cap, you finally got it off and took a sip from it happily. The Dango milk is sweet, delicious, and chewy. It’s like boba, only it’s Dango. You’re tempted to return to Tomoki’s snack stand to ask for ingredients. Still, you’re not entirely sure if Tomoki would be willing to share the ingredients or tell you how to make it at home.

You shrug your shoulders and walk back to where the men are currently standing. You tap Kaeya on the shoulders.

“Have you guys figured out what you’re going to order yet?” You ask, taking another sip of the Dango milk.

Damn. Ever since you got the first taste of the Dango milk, you’ve been obsessed with it. Well, you are even more obsessed with it than you previously were. Maybe the baby likes Dango milk too and couldn’t get enough of it, thus making your craving for Dango milk stronger than ever.

Kaeya sighs in relief and pulls you into his arms, disregarding the Dango milk in your hands and running his hands gloved through your hair. “Please don’t wander off like that anymore, kitten. You made us all worried!” Kaeya chides, stroking your chin.

“Sorry, I wanted to get something to drink while all of you are ordering something to bring back to the abode for us to eat,” you said, holding up the Dango milk bottle.

Scaramouche sighs and shakes his head. “Idiot. Dango milk is going to make you lose your appetite if you continue to drink it,” Scaramouche tsk’s and flicks your forehead.

You scrunch your face and rub the area on your forehead where Scaramouche had flicked you. Al Haitham grabs Scaramouche’s finger and glares at the shorter male, who glares at him in return. Scaramouche snatches his finger from Al Haitham’s grasp and crosses his arms over his chest, and rolls his eyes.

“Baby, please don’t wander off like that again. At least inform us before wandering off, or have one of us go with you somewhere,” Al Haitham says, combing his fingers through your hair.

You point at Tomoki’s stall. “But the stall wasn’t far from where you’re all ordering the food! It’s about ten feet,” you protest, taking another sip of your Dango milk. You close the bottle and wipe your lips with your thumb and index finger. “Sorry for not informing you all about it. I kept forgetting that I can’t wander off on my own anymore, especially since my stomach makes me look like a sunset cloud angler,” you said, rubbing your swollen belly with one hand.

Ayato holds up an index finger and sighs. “You can wander off on your own as long as you tell us where you’re going and as long as it’s not too far from where we are,” Ayato comments.

You rest your head on Kaeya’s chest and look at the menu hanging above. You’re not entirely sure what you’re going to get since you have a restricting diet due to your pregnancy. Most of the time, Thoma cooks certain food for you to eat. Albedo, Dottore, Baizhu, and Tighnari would write a long list of foods you can and cannot eat, including ingredients for the food. But since you’re all ordering something at a restaurant to bring it back to the estate to eat, you’re not sure if you can eat the food on the menu.

“I’ll try not to forget to tell you all where I’m going before wandering off,” you reply, holding your pinky out in Ayato’s direction.

Ayato sighs, giving you a small smile before linking his pinky with yours. Ayato brings your hand close to his lips and presses a kiss on your knuckles before letting go of your hand. You snuggle up against Kaeya, continuing to look at the menu. Of all the food that is being sold on the menu, you’re not sure what you want to order. Plus, your pregnancy has made you not want to eat certain things like tofu.

Before you got pregnant, you could eat anything (except for the foods you’re allergic to). But now, your pregnancy has made it hard for you to eat the food you used to love. You used to love eating anything that had onions in it. Unfortunately, now the smell of onions (specifically pickled onions) makes you feel nauseous, and you hate it. Your parents would make you pickled onions back in your world, and you love fermented foods.

“I kind of want kimchi,” you mumble, squishing your cheek against Kaeya’s boob window.

Dainsleif looks at you quizzically. “What’s that?” Dainsleif asks.

You reach out and grab Dainsleif’s hand, lightly squeezing them. “I’ll explain what kimchi is when we’re back at the abode. It’s great to eat when pregnant, apparently,” you reply.

Ever since you have gotten pregnant, you have been attending classes here and there at the Akademiya. That was before you were starting to show. Since you are currently pregnant, you took a break from your academics and focused on your pregnancy. You didn’t want to put your studies on hold, but since you get stressed out easily, you had to take a break because of doctor’s orders and Al Haitham requested for you to take a break from your academics until further notice.

Now here you are, baking cookies when you’re not supposed to be in the kitchen. Tiny little hands grab at your shirt, tugging on them while peeking at the cookies laid out on the countertop.

“Hey, be careful! We wouldn’t want you to burn your hands on the hot baking tray now, do we?” You ask.

Klee pouts and steps on the stepping stool, breathing in the scent of freshly baked cookies. “It smells so delicious, [Y/N]! When can we start eating the cookies?” asks Klee, licking her lips while eyeing the chocolate chip cookies in front of her.

“Once the cookies are warm and not ten seconds fresh out of the oven. It’s still hot,” you said, patting Klee’s head.

You’re now babysitting the kids your beloved boyfriends know. Technically, you volunteered to watch over them while the men were out doing their duties in Teyvat. Since you don’t have Akademiya responsibilities, you might as well keep yourself occupied by babysitting Klee, Diona, YaoYao, Nahida (would she count as a kid despite her being an archon?), Dori, Qiqi, and Sayu.

“Are these the soft chocolate chip cookies?” Dori asks, peeking at the counter to get a good look at the cookies.

Nahida props her hands on her hips. “From my knowledge, with the ingredients [Y/N] used and how long the cookies have been in the oven, it should be soft instead of crunchy,” Nahida replies.

You grab the cups from the cupboard and hand them cups. “Go sit at the table. I’ll get some milk, and we’ll wait a few minutes for the cookies to cool down before eating them,” you said.

The girls rush out of the kitchen and sit at the table, kicking their feet with excitement while giggling and chatting with each other. While you’re setting the timer and putting the next batch of cookies in the oven, the front door to the estate opens, and the men start piling into the estate.

Klee’s eyes light up when she sees Albedo. Klee hops off the chair and runs to the chief alchemist, tackling him into a hug. Albedo stumbles back and looks at Klee with surprise.

“Big brother! You’re finally back!” Klee cheers, smiling wide.

“What are you girls doing here? I mean, not that I didn’t want to see you, I’m surprised to see you girls here at the estate,” Albedo says, turning to look at the men with a questioning look.

Dori’s eyes widen before she giggles. “Oh? Did your pregnant lover not tell you that they’re babysitting us from now on? Well, until the baby arrives, of course,” Dori says, leaning in the chair.

Zhongli crosses his arms over his chest. “They have not. Speaking of pregnant lover, where is [Y/N]?”

The seven girls point at the kitchen simultaneously, gazing at the men curiously. One by one, each man pats the girls’ heads as they walk toward the kitchen where you’re at. After putting the second batch of cookies in the oven, you close the oven and set the timer. The kitchen door creaks open, and you look up to see your beloved boyfriends standing there with their hands on their hips while giving you questioning looks.

“Since when did you start your babysitting gig?” Cyno asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You walk to the cookies on the cooling tray and hover your hand above it. “I started today, actually! Since I currently don’t have responsibilities, I decided to babysit the seven girls until further notice!” You reply.

“Are you going to babysit them every day? Some of them have jobs, which concerns me because it’s child labor….” Kaveh trails off, stroking his chin.

You shake your head and lean against the kitchen island, caressing your baby bump. “Not every day, only when I have the energy to. The baby’s been keeping me up at night sometimes by moving around and kicking my stomach,” you sigh.

Childe drops to his knees and places his hands on your baby bump, and presses his face against your swollen stomach. “Baby, please let your mommy sleep. If mommy doesn’t sleep, they won’t have the energy. Don’t kick mommy either!” Childe scolds your unborn child.

“As if the baby is going to understand you,” Diluc scoffs, rolling his eyes.

The baby kicks, startling you and Childe. Childe slowly backs away and rubs his nose, narrowing his eyes at your stomach and poking your swollen belly back. The baby kicks in return. You groan and press your hand on the area where the baby had kicked. You flick Childe’s forehead before Childe can provoke the baby again.

“Don’t try to provoke them, Childe!” You chide, poking the cookie on the cooling rack with your index finger.

You grab a plate from the side and start putting the cookies on the plate. The cookies are still warm, but it’s not hot, nor is it cooled down completely. Childe stands behind you, wraps his arms around your waist, and buries his face into your neck. You snort, watching Childe peek from your shoulders, reach for a cookie from the plate, and take it from the plate.

“Girls! The cookies are ready!” You announce, walking to the dining room where the girls are waiting, with Childe latching onto you.

You put the plate on the table, and the seven girls begin taking a cookie from the plate to snack on. Thoma walks over to the table with milk in his hands, pouring the milk into each girl’s glass cup. The girls simultaneously thanked you and Thoma with their mouths full of cookies. You snort and wipe the crumbs from the side of their lips.

“Slow down! Don’t eat too fast, or else you’ll choke,” you sigh, shaking your head.

Heizou nudges Aether. “If this is what married life looks like with [Y/N], then sign me up!” Heizou whispers, feeling his cheeks warm up when he watches Sayu hug your side, her cheek pressing up against your pregnant belly while munching on her cookie. You comb your fingers through Sayu and Qiqi’s hair while the girls eat the chocolate chip cookies.

“You’re going to have to get in line there, Heizou. All of us want to get married to [Y/N] and have a family with them,” Aether whispers, taking a chocolate chip cookie from the plate and taking a big bite out of the cookie.

Qiqi lightly taps your pregnant belly. You look to see Qiqi holding up her empty glass cup with a blank look on her face. Realization hits you after a minute, and you take the cup from Qiqi’s hand to fill the cup with milk. Before you can walk to the kitchen to fill her cup with milk, Venti takes the cup from your hands.

“I’ll do that for you! You go sit and relax! Remember not to strain yourself,” Venti says, lightly tapping on your nose before walking to the kitchen.

The minute you sit on the chair between the seven girls, they immediately start trying to get your attention to talk about the most random things (to the men). Sayu and Qiqi continue to latch to you while eating their cookies while Nahida, Dori, Diona, Klee, and YaoYao are talking your ears off.

“[Y/N]! Are you having a boy or a girl? I hope you’re having a girl!” YaoYao says, bouncing on the balls of her feet with a wide smile.

“I think the baby is going to be a boy,” Sayu drones, staring off into space while mindlessly chewing on the chocolate chip cookie.

Nahida looks at Sayu curiously and walks over to the sleepy girl, poking her to grab her attention. Sayu wipes the sleepiness from her eyes and turns to look at Nahida with a questioning look. Nahida props her hands on her hips and tilts her head to the side, her green eyes trailing over to your pregnant belly. Nahida presses her hand on your stomach, and her eyes light up when she feels the baby kick the area where Nahida is pressing her hand.

Nahida clears her throat. “I’m curious what lead you to think [Y/N] is pregnant with a boy,” Nahida says, blinking at Sayu.

“Their stomach is round from the front and slim from the side. I don’t know how to explain it, but that’s what my mom told me,” Sayu replies.

“I think [Y/N] is going to have a boy, too,” Qiqi says softly, rubbing your swollen stomach.

Diona looks at you curiously. “Do you know the gender of the baby?” Diona asks.

You shake your head and run your fingers through Qiqi’s hair. “I don’t know the gender of the baby. I debated whether I wanted to keep it a surprise until I go into labor, but there are some people that wanted to know already,” you say, looking over at the men.

Kazuha smiles and crosses his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow at you. “Is it bad the father(s) of the baby wanted to know the gender of their child?” Kazuha asks.

You clear your throat and scratch the back of your head. “No! But the twenty-five of you are giving me conflicting answers! Some of you want to know the gender of the baby, and some of you want to be surprised!” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I have an idea! For those who want to know the gender of the baby, tell them! As for the others, they can wait until you give birth!” Itto proposes, clapping his hands.

Dori reaches for the cookie and hands it to you. You silently thanked the girl and took a bite out of the cookie, and contemplated Itto’s suggestion. You know, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. But the issue is that some of the men have loose lips. Meaning they cannot keep a secret, or they will find a way to accidentally reveal the gender of the baby. You pucker your lips and shake your head in response to Itto’s suggestion. Itto pouts and crosses his arms over his chest with a huff like a petulant child.

“I would tell you not to reproduce, but the unfortunate thing is that we don’t know who’s the father of the baby,” Dottore says, smacking his lips.

Diluc rolls his eyes. “I could say the same thing for you, Harbinger,” Diluc mutters.

You assumed your pregnancy was going to be smooth sailing. No complications, no morning sickness, etc. But unfortunately for you, you have a cold. It’s not the flu, thankfully! But you did catch a cold, and now you’re under twenty-four-hour surveillance. Usually, you would think it’s a bit much to be under constant supervision, but since you’re pregnant, the men’s concerns are valid.

“How are you feeling?” Xiao asks, pressing his gloveless hand against your forehead.

You turn your head away and cough into your elbow— even though you’re wearing a face mask. “I feel awful. This sickness is making my morning sickness even worse, too,” you sniffled. You look at Baizhu and rub your swollen belly worriedly. “How’s the baby?” You ask, clearing your throat.

Baizhu sits at the edge of your bed and smiles beneath his mask. “The baby is healthy and safe. You, however, have a head cold and need plenty of rest,” Baizhu replies.

Baizhu reaches for your hand and gives them a gentle squeeze. You sniffled and smiled at him weakly, squeezing his hand in return. You had the unfortunate fate of babysitting a sick Klee. You didn’t mind taking care of Klee while she was ill, but you kept forgetting that the children in Teyvat are still children whether they have visions or not. Klee got you sick, and thankfully, it’s only a head cold, not the flu.

A knock at the door pulls you from your thoughts. Tighnari walks to the door and opens it, revealing Thoma with a food tray in his hands while wearing a face mask. Oh goody, your food is here! You can smell the food behind your mask, feeling your stomach grumble at the delicious smell.

“I have arrived with soup! It’s chicken noodle soup; simple, but should be enough for you and the baby to stomach without an issue,” says Thoma, entering your bedroom.

You take your mask off and, with the assistance of Xiao and Baizhu, sit up. You put your mask on your nightstand while Thoma places the tray of chicken noodle soup on your lap. Your head is hurting, and you don’t think you have enough energy to lift your hands to use the spoon. You feel like you could collapse at any moment. Gorou quickly sits beside you and have you rest your head on his shoulders while he combs his fingers through your hair.

You close your eyes, exhaling through your nose. You hate being sick, and you hate being sick while you’re pregnant. It makes everything worse, and it makes all twenty-five of your boyfriends even more worried about you.

Gorou rubs your swollen belly while combing his fingers through your hair. “Are you alright? If you’re not hungry, you can eat your soup later,” Gorou suggests, kissing the side of your head.

You and Gorou feel the baby kick in response. You chuckle and crack your eyes open, rubbing your belly.

“The baby has spoken. It seems like this little bean wants me to eat,” you murmur.

You reach for the spoon and scoop the chicken noodle soup into the spoon, bringing it to your lips and blowing on the hot broth. The chicken noodle soup smells amazing. So good that your stomach starts to rumble with hunger. After the first bite of the soup, you begin devouring the soup like you haven’t eaten in days. Well, your devouring food like that is normal since you’ve been doing that since the start of your pregnancy.

Fifteen minutes later, you finished your food and leaned against the headboard of your bed, rubbing your full belly. You and the baby are officially satisfied; both tummies are full and satisfied. You tilt your head back and close your eyes, slowly leaning on Gorou’s shoulders while he continues to rub your arm.

“Ah, ah, ah! Don’t fall asleep yet! You still need to take your medication,” Tighnari says, standing at the edge of the bed and poking you in the arm.

You crack your eyes open and see Tighnari holding out cold medicine toward you. Your face immediately pinches up with disgust when you realize it's liquid medicine. To be more specific, it’s orange flavored, and you hate medicine that tastes like orange. You reluctantly take the medication from Tighnari’s hand and stare at the orange liquid medicine. You pinch your nose and down the cold medicine, your lips trembling at the sour taste while your face scrunches with disgust.

Pantalone sits on the other side of you and hands the small measurement cup to Tighnari. He grabs the glass cup from your nightstand and passes them to you. You give Pantalone a strained smile and take big gulps of water, hoping to wash the taste of orange-flavored medicine from your taste buds.

“How are you feeling right now, sweetheart?” Pantalone asks, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your jaws.

You hum in response, basking in Pantalone’s affections. “I’m feeling full, but the taste of the orange medicine is disgusting. It sort of made my stomach churn a bit after I ingested the medicine,” you reply, your nose scrunching with disgust.

“Now that you have eaten and taken your medication, you should get some sleep now. You look exhausted, and we shouldn’t be keeping you up any longer,” Capitano says gruffly.

You frown and reach for your face mask behind Pantalone and put it on. “What if I’m not feeling sleepy? It’s boring being in my room all day and having to sleep for who knows how long,” you said.

“You say that now, but once your head hits the pillow, you’ll be out like a light,” Pierro comments, the corners of his lips quirking up.

You stare at the first Harbinger for a moment before snuggling up against Pantalone, bringing Gorou with you. Gorou rests his head on your chest, making sure to be gentle. He wraps his arms around your waist, trying his best to ignore Pantalone’s arms around your waist. The day has just begun, yet here you are, bedridden and forced to rest. Why do you have to rest a lot? What if you’re feeling restless or full of energy? Actually, sike, you’re never full of energy because being pregnant is draining, and you feel more like an incubator than a human sometimes.

You’re excited to be a parent, yes, but often times there are people that treat you like a breeding cow rather than a human. Your boyfriends never make comments like that, but it’s the way random men (and sometimes women) in Teyvat would make comments about you being an incubator for the twenty-five men, and not only is it disturbing, but it also makes you feel uncomfortable.

Scaramouche plops at the edge of your bed, staring at you worriedly. “What’s on your mind?” He asks, nudging you with his foot.

“Do you guys see me as an incubator?” You ask, looking around the room.

Kaveh raises his eyebrows at you. “Why would we see you that way? You’re human, not some breeding sumpter beast,” Kaveh replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

“We want to start a family with you, yes, but we’re not going to get you pregnant every time you pop a baby out. Your body changes drastically when you’re pregnant, and we don’t want you to get pregnant twenty-four more times after the first baby is born. You need a break from pregnancy. We won’t make you pop a baby out for each of us. That would be weird,” Cyno answers, sighing softly.

Pantalone presses a kiss on your head. “Who put those thoughts into your head? Name them, and we’ll take care of it,” Pantalone murmurs, rubbing your swollen stomach.

You puff your cheeks out and shake your head. “Just a bunch of randoms in Teyvat. I don’t know their names, unfortunately.” You whisper, chewing on the inside of your cheeks.

“Describe their physical appearance and what region you were in when you encountered them! Shouldn’t be hard for us to track them down,” Childe says, giving you a fake smile while cracking his knuckles.

You shake your head again. “Not going to happen, Childe. I don’t want you to get in trouble before the baby is born,” you said, stroking your swollen belly mindlessly.

Childe opens his mouth to retort, but you shake your head for the umpteenth time. “Drop it, Ajax. I’m serious; this is for everyone in the room, not just Childe. Understood?”

“Oooh. Not the real name,” Itto whispers, making a ‘yikes’ face.

You give the men a look.

“Understood,” the men reply simultaneously, nodding in response.

You take a deep breath and run your fingers through your hair. Archons, this is embarrassing. You hate being strict or acting this way with the twenty-five men. Your emotions are all over the place because of your pregnancy, but the men understand. They never get upset with you when you snap at them unintentionally. They know it’s because of your hormones and the changes going on with your body that is making you feel overwhelmed and stressed.

You let out a shaky sigh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so strict and firm about this. I understand you all want to protect me and make me feel comfortable with my body while I’m pregnant. Still, I don’t want any of you to get in trouble with the law before the baby is born,” you whisper.

Itto opens his mouth to reply, but you quickly cut him off. “Or in general,” you add.

Itto closes his mouth with a pout. Diluc rolls his eyes at Itto’s reaction and gives you a small smile.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, [Y/N]. We understand where you’re coming from. We promise this pregnancy will be smooth and stress-free, but some of us,” Diluc looks at Childe and Itto with a pointed look, “are hard-headed.”

“Don’t forget that things aren’t always going to turn out how you plan for them to go,” Gorou adds, leaning up to kiss the side of your head.

Your sickness lasted a few days, and as time flew by, you found yourself in your ninth month of pregnancy. You and the men are anticipating your labor, and you’re very nervous, but perhaps not as nervous as the men. You’re very tired, and your body is under a lot of strain than it was when your pregnancy first began. You also have a hard time holding in your pee, so you’re always going to the bathroom. You’re pretty sure the baby once kicked your bladder, almost making you pee your pants.

You step out of the bathroom, clutching your giant pregnant belly. “This is so embarrassing,” You grumble, walking past the men to toss your shorts and underwear into the washing machine. “This is the fifth time I peed my pants, all because this baby kicked my bladder and because I’ve had a hard time holding in my pee,” you grumble.

Kaeya ruffles your hair and kisses your head. “Hey, it’s okay. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I heard it happens to pregnant people often. You’re not the only one that experiences this kind of stuff,” says Kaeya.

Your lower abdomen starts to hurt, making you squeeze kaeya’s arms and clench your eyes shut. Kaeya looks at you worriedly, watching your hand fly to your swollen belly, your head ducking down while taking deep breaths.

Ayato steps forward. “Should we go to the infirmary to check and see if you’re okay?” Ayato asks.

You nod, reaching out for Ayato’s hand while Kaeya helps you walk forward. “It’s best that we go see Baizhu. I don’t know what’s happening, and it hurts,” you grunt.

When the other men hear about you visiting the infirmary in the estate, they all rush to the other side of the building and cram into the examination room. You’re laying on the examination bed, hands on your swollen belly, face pinching up in pain every other minute when the same feeling hits you again.

“What’s going on?” Zhongli demands, standing by your side and holding onto your hand.

You immediately squeeze Zhongli’s hand, leaning your head back on the headrest and closing your eyes. It hurts. You’re in so much pain, and even if it was brief, it still hurts so much and feels very discomforting. You take a deep breath and let out slow exhales, trying to remain calm and ignore the pain that appears every now and then.

“The pain [Y/N] is feeling are contractions. How do I put this without setting you all into a panic?” Baizhu murmurs, stroking his chin.

Thoma looks at Baizhu cautiously, holding his hand up. “What do you mean by setting us all into a panic?” Thoma asks cautiously.

“[Y/N] is currently in labor, but their water hasn’t broken yet,” Tighnari replies.

Everyone around your starts to panic and speak over each other. You lightly smack yourself on the forehead and watch the men debate on whether you should give birth at the estate or go to a hospital somewhere in Teyvat to give birth. The contractions hit you again, making you tense up and suppress a groan, your nails digging into the palm of your hands.

“Guys, can we please not argue right now?” You call out, breathing heavily.

Dainsleif turns to Baizhu. “We need to get them to the hospital. The estate’s infirmary isn’t made for delivering babies. What if [Y/N] has difficulty giving birth naturally? They’ll need to have a c-section, and the estate’s infirmary is not equipped for that either,” Dainsleif crosses his arms over his chest.

“He’s right. And looking at [Y/N]’s current condition, we need to get them to the infirmary as soon as possible before their water breaks,” Albedo interjects.

Albedo walks over to where you’re lying and helps you sit up. You wince and slowly get off the examination bed, clutching your baby bump. You signed up to be a parent, but you did not sign up for the amount of pain you’ll be feeling for the next however long this is going to go on. Labors can last up to over nineteen hours, and that is something you’re not prepared for. Hell no.

Do you know what else you’re not ready for? The doctors have to cut your entrance to your butthole for the baby to have an easier way out. Heck, sometimes the doctors don’t even have to do it; it can rip on its own while you’re giving birth. Now that you think about it, maybe a c-section is the better option than feeling the pain of natural childbirth.

“Wait! If we’re going to take [Y/N] to the hospital for the delivery, what region are we going to go to?” Venti asks, scratching his chin.

“Does it matter? [Y/N] is in labor right now!” Aether hisses, nudging Venti in the ribs.

Heizou hums, rubbing his chin with his thumb and index finger. “I mean, I would prefer [Y/N] to give birth in Inazuma,” Heizou comments.

You sigh out of frustration, leaning against Albedo and hugging your bump. Not another debate on where you’re going to give birth. You don’t care what region the baby is going to be born in! Does it really matter?

“I think we should have [Y/N] give birth in the region where the baby’s father is from!” Dottore interjects.

You stare at the men in disbelief. You close your eyes and shake your head, your body tensing up momentarily when the contractions kick in. Putting that aside, you think Dottore’s suggestion is a bit… unrealistic. You say that because there are men whose nations are destroyed and no longer exist. Albedo gives your arm a comforting squeeze, pulling you close to his chest.

Kazuha gives Dottore a fake smile. “I don’t think [Y/N] cares about what region the baby is born in. They just want to get to the hospital as soon as possible and prepare for the delivery,” Kazuha states, looking over at you.

You nod in response, letting out a shaky sigh. “I don’t care what region the baby is born in. Just take me to a hospital and let me pop this dang baby out!” You hiss, reaching for the nearest person and shaking them.

You stop shaking Xiao when you feel something wet gushing down your legs. Your hand flies to your belly, and you look down at the liquid pooling around you. It’s not blood, thankfully.

“Oh, no,” you whisper.

“What just happened?” Al Haitham demands, pushing through the crowd of men to try to get to where you’re standing.

You groan and tap on Albedo’s chest frantically. “Isn’t it obvious? My water just broke! We need to go to the hospital immediately! I don’t care what region the hospital is in! Just let me get this over with because it hurts so much!” You plead.

Xiao yanks you from Albedo’s grasp and sprints out of the estate’s infirmary with the other men following behind. You didn’t think you would go into labor so early, but unfortunately, pregnancy is unpredictable. You’re prepared to be a parent. You’ve read many books and made sure you’re informed. What you’re not ready for is how long the labor will last and finding out who’s the father of your soon-to-be-born newborn baby.

Archons, you and the men are not prepared for you going into labor. Kaveh and Capitano will have to return to the estate once you get checked into the hospital to grab necessities. Who knows how long you’ll be in labor.

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