#jhuzen’s stupid hcs

[jhuzen]

do you have any thirst hcs for grandpapi neuvi? if you do pls share i’m so hungry 🤲

hydro dragonussy [m.reader]

hello hello, guess who’s back to writing again? this is a warmup because i struggled hard in continuing my kaveh request wip and a buncha scenarios for sick reader w genshin men and jing yuan all at once. on second thought… i think i really shouldn’t have written everything all at once. not to mention i’m trying out quotev to publish my yandere oc/m.reader stuff for fun. + yes that is the title. it’s either that or crybaby old man dragon thirsts. you pick.

𖦹 nsfw, neuvi is a virgin old man, underlying mentions of reader being an attorney (we all know i have a bias for them anyway, have you seen my workload series? lmao), switch male reader, switch neuvi, though we’re heavily leaning on bottom neuvi for this one, honorable mentions of cockwarming and thigh fucking, brief mention of double penetration (reader receiving), gentle and rough sex, implied dacryphilia (you), breeding, fontaine rains whether or not he’s sad, his tears are the rain and i will drink them like a hungry eremite in the sumeru desert.

Let’s face it, Neuvillette has no time outside of his work as the Iudex of Fontaine, he’s constantly buried underneath those paperworks, and on top of that, when he’s not tackling mountains of cases, he’s out in the opera, presiding trial after trial when the Oratrice can already do the same thing for him.

So when you appeared in his life all of a sudden, he was new to all sorts of things. In his long life as a dragon, he has had little experience in what you can offer to him. He’s awkward for the first few moments of your relationship.

It’s the same to sex — you’d have to take initiative in every single little thing, show him the ropes like the good commander you are, and he obeys with no complaints. He sees that you enjoy it, and if you’re good at it and you’re willing to teach him, he is an obedient patient.

Old man’s heads are very clumsy at first, teeth scraping against your length while he slowly but surely bobbed his head. He’s slow, but he treats your little guy with so much care. Looking up at you with tears pricking at the ends of his eyes as he tried to please you as best as he could. Obligatory weather report — it’s a light drizzle in Fontaine.

But when you give him head, Neuvillette squirms, it doesn’t matter where he is, he could not keep himself still. It’s always obvious that even you cannot bring yourself to blow him semi-public in his office, just because you’re afraid a poor innocent little Melusine would come inside and see their beloved leader squirming around traumatize them. It would also be bad for his image if you guys get caught, so… sexy times are inside the comfort of his possibly huge home as much as possible.

Sex with him is slow and intimate, very romantic. What did you expect? He’s from Fontaine and they apparently love to romanticize things. Whether or not who’s on top when you guys are doing it, they are a lot more languid in style, like a moment of relaxation between the two of you.

A switch, though preferably a bottom. Yes, that’s right, old man Neuvillette likes to be serviced. He likes it when you’re the one filling him up so good. It’s hot and heavy, just the way he likes it.

He’s a tired man, so he’s definitely a pillow prince— no, a pillow king. He lays there and takes it like a good boy, only gazing at you with those soft eyes, hazy with love and lust while you continued to push into him. He takes your hand in his every time you enter him and he always squeezes your hand tight the deeper you go in.

Call him romantic and a basic man, but he lives for missionary. He wants to see you while he feels you stuff him full of your cock. He only writhes in the beginning while he tries to adjust around you, squeezing you tight inside him while his breath stutters, trying to take you in all at once.

If he’s the one in charge, it’s all the same, he’s gentle with his actions, though, honestly, he’d rather have you ride him instead. He likes to see you in all your glory, with you rolling your hips in such a needy manner while he kept you grounded, holding onto you as he caressed your thighs. It’s perfect for him.

Oh yeah, and this goes without saying — he’s a dragon, so he has two cocks. Fitting him in is a sport on its own, but you graduated with a major in fucking dragons, so you’re good. He’s a bit thicker on the side too, so each time you take him in, you could feel every inch of him, and every throb of his cocks is a heaven sent feeling that courses through your insides.

Please be gentle with him, he is an old tired man who hasn’t had a break. He is so vanilla that it’s boring but his cries are worth it.

He’s a very quiet man too, his moans are shy and light, a gasp here and there and a tiny whimper with every increment of speed adding into your thrusts.

Neuvillette is definitely the type to squirm and get away from you at first, but you just need to keep him still and hold him down by his thighs before you plow into him. He likes it though when you do it, it reassures him that you want to do this with him and that you’re not letting him go no matter what happens.

Another weather report: a good light rain. Not too heavy.

Now that all the sweet stuff is out of the way, rough sex is not as often as the usual vanilla one, but it’s not completely an uninvited guest between you two.

If you fucked him rough and hard, Neuvillette will cry and break. His poor pristine and unmarked body, filled to the brim with your greedy bite marks and hickeys, glowing red and bruising dark purple that leaves him embarrassed when they’re still around if you somehow managed to weasel in a rough session in the morning before he goes to work and you will be reprimanded for it once he’s home, no exceptions.

“No more of these obvious markings,” he’d say with a stern tone, only to end up face down on the pillow with his ass up while you found a loophole and devoured his entire back instead.

He hates that he can’t see you when you go rough on him, because it’s normally him ending up with his face buried into his pillow while he laid on his stomach, his hips being held up by you while you ruthlessly pounded into him without even an ounce of mercy.

He hates it, but at the same time, it does help with keeping his noise down because when you’re doing him so roughly, Neuvillette wails, he cries hard, with those pretty tears of his not letting up. He’d scream to the high heavens and were it not for the fact that your hand was forcing his head down into his soft pillow, the entirety of Fontaine would hear it.

Again, Neuvillette is a tired old man, so something so rough definitely leaves him drained, you’d constantly have to hold him up halfway through your little session.

Fucking him while he’s on his side and his one leg hooked over your shoulder is a great compromise, with how you can both still see each other Neuvillette can immediately turn his head to hide away into his pillow when he realizes he’s being a little too loud on his own good.

He’s definitely the kind to force himself to be quiet. If you fuck him without anything for him to bite into to hide his loud noises, he will cry and be embarrassed through out, barely even managing to cover his own mouth with his hand without an ounce of struggle while his body jerked up and down, following through every harsh punctuated thrust that you made into him. Weather report: Fontaine has a storm.

Neuvillette cries his heart out every time you go rough, full on sobbing and it is such a turn on. The way he makes garbled noises while he would protest into your roughness, hand gently pushing into yours while he asks for you to be gentler and go a little slower, only to cling helplessly into his pillow when his pleas fell into deaf ears.

His tears are just… divine. He cries so prettily and he does it with unwitting grace and class — somehow, he’s just innately beautiful in every thing that he does. There is no such thing as an unsightly sobbing to this man.

Neuvillette makes this soft noise in between a whimper and a gasp every time you hit his prostate spot on and he just shudders in delight, his breath shaky until he can barely think straight.

Gentle or rough, he’s definitely into breeding. Neuvillette has a breeding kink and anyone who thinks otherwise will sink deeper than Khaenri’ah. Stuff him full of your cum and he’s a happy and satisfied man.

It’s not just the feeling of your hot seed pumping him full that pleases him, but being around the Melusines, treating them like his children despite them being just his subordinates has definitely gotten this old man all too paternal. He likes the premise of being able to build a family with you, and he will nurture your children with all his being.

Thigh fucking? Thigh fucking. Though it’s rare, only when he’s really tired but still aches to please you, and even you’re too lazy to move a lot.

Bother him when he takes work at home by making him cockwarm you. He could not concentrate at all — squirming and squeezing around your cock so deliciously while you teased him about getting his work done.

Has definitely tried wall sex with you, with his back against the wall while you held him up. May or may not have happened at the opera after a heated trial when he ruled against your client and you were pissed your streak of wins on that week crumbled into dust. It’s neither your fault but the client’s, but you’re a sore loser and Neuvillette is a stoic judge.

Call him daddy while you fuck into him and he will break, he’ll go slack, his mind numbed when a rush of dopamine just infiltrated his brain every time you’d call him that.

And after all that, aftercare is a must. Treat your dragon well. He did so much for you, and you broke his old man back after fucking him into oblivion. Clean him nice and well, kiss his tears away, and wrap him tightly in a blanket while you hold him.

#I AM #somewhat alive #i honestly planned on posting more works soon if i didn’t hit the classic ‘wow i suck’ moment #i have been doing nothing but scroll though yt shorts help 😭 #also play genshin and hi3 because hsr has no content until 30 #jhuzen’s stupid hcs #jhuzen’s shameless filth #genshin impact x male reader #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #sub neuvillette #neuvillette x male reader #neuvillette smut

[jhuzen]

married life [m.reader]

this is me taking the first step in creating the househusband hcs of our tall hsr men for us gays and bi kings. happy pride ansismdkf (i mean to say that also in haitham’s post bUT OH WELL). anyway, i still hate luocha. otto trauma so true so real (honestly, his only saving grace in mhy games is ayato because he’s not blond). today, we have ourselves some househusbands.

𖦹 househusband hcs with gepard, sampo, jing yuan, blade, dan heng, caelus and old man welt, no luocha but i’m open to be convinced why i should start loving him, mostly fluff, domestic stuff, modern au though… aren’t they more modern if they can travel the space? huh. normal world au then. forgot to add that ceo reader is implied

GEPARD LANDAU

He’s a very reluctant househusband at first, actually. He’s one who firmly believes that relationships are a team effort (and they are and should be), and thinks that it wouldn’t hurt for the both of you to work together. Of course, you encourage him regardless, and with both of your career-oriented selves, you were basically the couple that could foster a ten or so children and still be financially sound.

Serval is the one who convinced Gepard to lay low a little in his job and relax for once. You’re making a decent income a month — enough for you to be the only one working and still have a comfortable life together.

You have to thank your sister-in-law and her craftiness. She wasn’t Gepard’s sister for nothing. She knew your husband more than anyone and knew that he was too down bad to even refuse in entertaining the thought of not taking care of you. All she had to do was do a little convincing.

“If I were [Name], I sure wouldn’t mind coming home to a nice meal like this every night,” she’d muse with a hum while she ate off of Gepard’s cooking. He came home early that one night and thought to surprise you. Of course, Serval just had to taste test since she’s looking out for you, her beloved brother-in-law. “Also wouldn’t mind being taken care of by my own spouse…”

Gepard quickly folded. What if his sister was right and you wanted that kind of life? But it’s not like he also wants to quit his job just like that. So he made a gradual decrease in work until he can finally have a schedule that can commit as a househusband and occasionally help when he’s needed at work as a consultant.

Your beloved husband is a bit mid from the start — basic in cooking, in chores, but it’s his perseverance that pushes him up to S-tier househusband status. He will really go out of his way to learn recipes that you suddenly brought up in the middle of a conversation and will execute it to the highest standards. He will become a lot more meticulous in his chores around the house.

If he can, he’s definitely the type to drop by and join you in lunch. He’s a lot more free now, and if there’s nothing else to do in the house, he’ll take some lunch and go to where you work and just eat lunch together. Everyone is looking at the windows of your own office in envy while they watched you get spoon fed by your cute husband (they don’t know how embarrassed Gepard is since you technically just coerced him to feed you so people can see you on purpose).

So very attentive to you. He wakes you up early (even earlier if you have meetings where you have to discuss things to be extra prepared) for work. Your lunch is just top tier, but the plating is too cute — with the slightly uneven shapes to create cute animals. He’s the kind to even put a note in your packed lunch every time without fail.

He knows how hard you work and only wants the best for you. And when you recognize his efforts, he’s quick to get flustered from your compliments. He will fold like a wet cardboard. He’s too weak.

“Dear, please,” you could only laugh at your beloved’s winsome attitude. Currently pressed against the marbled counter of the kitchen, you can only shower him in a plethora of love-filled kisses as you expressed your unending gratitude. Your lips left tiny pecks from his cheeks down to his neck, only serving to fluster him even more.

You pulled back but not before leaving another quick kiss on his nose, “What’s got you all knotted up, love? No one’s watching.” You cooed, leaving your poor husband whining at the thought of earlier — when you so cruelly asked him to feed you in front of your subordinates while you busily ‘worked’ on your projects.

But somehow even with the unbridled embarrassment that you brought to him, Gepard couldn’t help but feel the elation engulf his entirety at the prospect of you showing him off in your own mischievous ways. Even with your busy schedule, you were more than willing to let him come inside your work and take the time off just to let him join you for lunch. He’d already heard enough drama around the neighborhood to be grateful that you can still balance your work with your marriage.

He was grateful to have you as his partner for life. And even then, he wouldn’t mind having to visit you just to feed you. It was certainly a rare thing that he’s heard partners would suggest, so to be given a privilege as seeing you everyday at work was something he would cherish more than ever.

A kiss on his temple knocked his fleeting thoughts off the rail and pulled him back to reality, blinking at your curious smile, “…Shield for your thoughts?” You inquired with a gentle tone, eager to pry just what has got your husband so spacey all of a sudden.

He only grinned before pulling you in for a proper kiss and murmured against your lips, “Just thanking my lucky stars for having you as my husband.”

Now it was your turn to be flustered.

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SAMPO KOSKI

Your friends still think you’re a legend for even managing to wife up the untamable Sampo. But somehow, you pulled him in and he was more than willing to be a househusband. For more reasons than one.

But let’s get out the pinnacle of his reasons out of the way — it being, him living so comfortably? Financially supported by a handsome guy like you? Sign him up. He’s more than willing to take care of you while you take care of him. He’s a sleazy guy, after all. Wouldn’t wanna get married to a broke man. Kidding.

Anyway, he mostly sells the story of getting married just for benefits for laughs. But really, you’ve somehow managed to actually trap him as a prisoner of love. He’s a huge simp for you and actually considers your high-end job a bonus. A really good bonus. But other than that, you’ve got Sampo completely wrapped around your finger. And he’s a very eager househusband.

A surprisingly good househusband. He’s meticulous in his work and can cook. But what really sells him is how well he can budget and actively get discounts just by smooth talking the vendors in the market. You once went with him, telling him to go nuts and buy everything that he needs, and you came home with only just a good half of your money spent. He was scarily good and from then on, you made an oath to take notes from your husband’s amazing haggling skills.

He’s a very resourceful man. If you need anything, he’s there to lend a hand. He’s always there to fix equipments that break down. Really, you rarely get issues with the things at home, because the moment he senses that there’s something wrong, he’s already on the case. Your husband is a jack of all trades.

All he requires is a small fee of some attention and loving from you. Seriously, he will mope around and will let you know that he’s upset that you forgot to give him a goodbye kiss earlier when you left for work.

You wake up much earlier than he does, but please wake him up. He wants to cook you breakfast and see you off like a loving househusband that he is. He will sulk if you so much as even think of leaving him without waking him up. He’s a big drama queen and unless you make up for it once you get home, he will continue to walk around the house with a pout on his face.

The only way to make this man completely crumble underneath you is to spoil him. He’s working so hard with the upkeep of your shared home! If you take him out on surprise date nights, he will melt. Shower him with lavish gifts from all the money you saved up, courtesy of Sampo’s extreme bargaining. He will latch onto your arm the entire night like your pretty little arm candy (even if he’s taller than you).

Oh, right. You will get sudden visits from Natasha or even Seele and Oleg, just to check up on your married life. They’re mostly just there to whack some sense into Sampo if he’s being difficult to you. Suffice to say, they’re always surprised when they come visit your homely abode that’s clean and has a refreshing atmosphere. Seele plugs her ears every time you say it’s all because of Sampo that your house is even remotely presentable. She’s in denial.

It was a grueling day, leaving you completely vulnerable to the throes of exhaustion. You ought to take some vacation days, maybe go on a different country with your husband for a treat. Surely, he’d like that. You noticed he’s been working just as hard as you at home. Speaking of which — the reason for your home’s unfamiliar silence was in fact the lack of singing from your lively husband. You were so used to hearing his voice that the silence felt incredibly deafening when you were alone.

“Love? You home?” You called out, glancing at the shoe rack by the door to see his outdoor shoes in the same place and the indoor shoes missing. He’s here. You pursed your lips, brushing off the peculiarity and headed to the joint dining room and kitchen, seeing a nice still hot meal sitting on a nice plate. But it was the only thing on the table, no other plates or even a husband waiting on you with a smile. You peered at the food to see a card beside the plate, scribbled with a sad face.

“…What.” You sat the card back down before finally poking your head in the living room, seeing your husband watching another sad show while screwing in some panel from what you can only guess a part of your heater. You sauntered up from behind him, before grabbing his face and tilting his head up to meet your gaze.

He made no noise and had it not been for his evident pout, you would’ve only been left wondering what you did to make him so sulky again. You sighed before leaning to press a kiss against your lips. You could feel him finally smile against the kiss.

“So you still love me?” He asked, insinuating that you felt otherwise for not even giving him a kiss goodbye earlier.

“Not like I have a choice,” was your only cheeky response.

“Wha— Hey!”

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JING YUAN

Out of everyone, he is probably the most eager one to be a househusband. He is so ready to retire. He’s been moaning about it at work constantly, about how he’s just ready to settle in somewhere nice and be taken care of. And when you decided to finally tie the knot with him, you didn’t even have to ask twice, that man is already turning in his resignation and is already making your shared home even cozier than ever.

He’s a very languid man, but that does not mean he’s going to flake out on chores. He can do them all efficiently just for the sake of getting them out of the way so he can keep relaxing after. That, and of course making sure that you come home to a clean home. Aeons know how stressful it is to come home from work and seeing your own home completely cluttered. Jing Yuan has suffered the same thing before he met you.

Jing Yuan loves you through his cooking other than sleeping in with you. He creates the greatest dishes for you. Often are you eating your lunch with so much pride. Your subordinates would come inside your office during lunchtime to pass some papers and they would see you just completely enjoying life with your husband’s cooking.

He likes to greet you with a nice warm meal after your work. And he’d just watch you eat his meals with a fond smile while you continue to talk about each of your days with each other. Of course, occasionally, he’d open his mouth and you would have to feed him as well. Yanqing would sometimes come home to such a sight and never has he seen a more domestic scene than before.

Another one of his much favored ways to show his love is through after work massages. You’d come home and be completely smothered with love just by his touches. Sometimes he’d give you a nice neck and shoulder massage while you’re eating and talking about your day. Or you could both be lounging on the sofa and he would absentmindedly massage your overworked hands.

However his most favored time spent with you is when you’re on a day off and that he would successfully persuade you into staying a little bit longer in bed with him. Just sleep until the afternoon, with limbs tangled against one another. He loves spooning his husband that takes care of him so dearly. Just feeling your back pressed against his chest while he’s nuzzling his nose into the nape of your neck. Bliss. Utter bliss.

The two of you scream old married couple. Just two old geezers enjoying their lives. It’s really such a relaxing relationship. Being married to Jing Yuan is like a vacation from your problems and him being married to you is an adventure without the nauseating exhaustion.

Yanqing is inadvertently your child the moment you got married to your husband. And suffice to say, you were far more content in your life than you could ever imagine. Never have you felt the genuine happiness swell within you the moment you came home to the two of them cooking together. You still have a slightly motion blurred picture in your phone and neither of them know about it.

Overall the most chill househusband. But even in his passivity, you can feel the radiating warmth of love for you. He just… loves you so much that he’s more than willing to take care of you and the little family that you and him have created. He will wait for you by the door with his half-lidded gaze completely fixated on you with so much adoration. He’s lucky to have you.

You were used to the hectic mornings you often faced upon waking up. It was always a rush job in the morning, speeding through all your morning routine before finally leaving for work. But today was not that day. You could tell from the way the sunlight hit your eyelids. You always left just before the sun could even come up, but right now, you had other plans.

You wanted to prepare a nice breakfast for your husband. He had been working so hard all the time, taking care of you and Yanqing with no days off unlike you. You figured you could get the day started and surprise the both of them with some of your cooking prowess. Suddenly filled with the motivation, you sat up, ready to face the first hour of your time off work for a few days.

However, your plans were soon foiled when a strong arm hooked around your waist and immediately pulled you back down on the bed without even breaking a sweat. You sighed, looking off to the side to see one golden eye peering at you sleepily. Lips turning up into a smile, you shifted to fully face him.

“Can’t even let me make you some breakfast in bed, huh?” You teased with the same fondness as the very first day you and him got married.

A quiet grunt was all your lover gave, only to follow it up with his own gruff response a minute later, “While that sounds nice, I believe I can also reap benefits just from canoodling with my husband for let’s say… until the afternoon.”

Your hands were tied at that point, and with one last charming smile from your dozing husband, you dove into his arms, letting him press some kisses on your face before falling asleep, with you following after.

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BLADE

No one in this world knows how you managed to charm and marry Blade in the first place. Even his family considers you a miracle worker for bagging the hard to get man. You could only reminisce of the times he would give you the cold shoulder when you tried to ask him out. You were cringe but Blade somehow liked it.

Regardless, he’s one of the reluctant househusbands at first. Blade doesn’t like the feeling of not going out and making money like you. He believes that as long as he can, he will contribute to this relationship. It’s really adorable. And you were supportive of what he wants, but when he realized no one can take care of you while you’re busy being the breadwinner, he decided that he’ll take one for the team and take care of everything in the house instead.

He is meticulous in cleaning. Your house is always sparkling clean the moment you arrive at home. He’s constantly on the hunt for any dust that could taint your shared humble abode. He once read that an unclean house can cause sickness to the occupants, and he has never let a single dust touch a furniture ever since then. Your health is his priority and he will do everything in his power to keep you healthy.

You know what? Screw it, he wears his apron without a care too. He goes out of the house in a pink frilly apron you gifted him as a silly little joke and he’s not ashamed of it. Even Kafka’s incessant teasing isn’t enough to deter him from wearing it. You gave it to him and he loves it. That’s all that matters.

Surprisingly loved by your neighbors. In contrast to his gloomy disposition, he’s always seen around the market and with people’s tendency to draw closer to mysterious handsome men like him, let’s just say he’s managed to unintentionally charm your neighbors. Everyone calls you lucky for getting him, everyone calls him lucky for having a good husband that provides.

Really, he cares so little about the money you make. All he needs is your love and attention. It is imperative that you give him calls on certain times of the day, let him know that you’re still alive at the very least. It’s not like you can’t make do on such a promise either, you loved calling him just to take a break from work for a little while. Even just hearing his quiet grunts of agreement while you gossiped about your subordinates was enough.

He wakes you up… like really early. Super early. Like at least a few hours before you call in for work. His reason? To get enough time with you before you go to work. It’s adorable. You two could be just lounging at the balcony, sipping coffee or tea while you both watch the sunrise.

Speaking of which, with him comes a package. His aforementioned family. Kafka and Silver Wolf’s visits are a must. They are a part of him and now they are a part of you. Kafka could be dropping by just to chat and gossip with you (somehow both of you know a lot about people’s own businesses) or Silver Wolf would just barge in and hog all your game systems (she says no one plays them since you’re both old men so she gets the privilege). Either way you’re already used to it, and one guest room is always at the ready.

Getting married to Blade is honestly the best thing you’ve ever done in your life. You still don’t know how you pulled him, but with him resting on you while the both of you watched shows, showing you his vulnerability tells you that doing so is not an accident or a mistake.

“…Would it kill you to step back a little? It’s hard to cook.”

“But you’re so warm. So soft… so…”

Quite possibly out of all the forms of affections that you’ve expressed towards him, Blade finds your nosy hands cupping around his chest from under his clothes the least practical. Especially when you’re doing it while he’s cooking your breakfast before you’re off for work.

He flipped the omelet with ease despite his claims of difficulty just seconds ago. Of course, it wasn’t as hard when he’s standing still. But on times where he had to go get some things, you in your sleepy daze had to trudge behind him like a shadow just to persistently warm your incredibly cold hands.

Regardless, other than the difficulty in moving, Blade finds it even harder not to burn the kitchen down as his concentration dwindled with every kiss you pressed against his neck, unrelenting and incredibly soft, so filled with love in every individual peck that met his skin. His face turned a rather dark shade of scarlet while you busied yourself with him.

“Keep this up and you’re going to be late.”

“At least it’s extra time with you~” you cooed.

Blade only sighed before leaning against your back, using his free hand to softly knock into the side of your head as his form of half-assed discipline.

Well. Maybe he wouldn’t mind that extra time too.

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DAN HENG

He’s not so much as a reluctant househusband. In fact, he relishes in the idea of just staying home and doing his work there. He likes the comfort of being able to sit things out for once after having to look after his two gremlins for friends. However, he does want to make sure that you’re always safe when you’re working.

After a lot of reassurances, he finally decides that you can handle your own. He will compensate for it by taking an extremely good care of you and your shared home. And this man does not play around. He’s sort of like Blade, excelling at everything that needs to be done not just because, but it’s to keep you safe. He cooks you healthy meals and scrubs any dirt off the face of the world.

Easily one of the greatest househusbands in the list. Dan Heng has the right temperament and while he’s often aloof to most people, when it comes to you, you could already feel how he seems more lenient, a little softer on you.

He does all his work efficiently to get them over with as fast and as best as he can so he can have time to visit you in your work. If he knows he has time, count on your beloved husband to come and bring you some freshly cooked lunch in your office. Almost everyone in your company already knows who he is. He’s the elusive husband of the big boss, coming in just to bring you some lunch.

Speaking of which, might wanna keep your subordinates in check. Dan Heng is a looker, and the fact that he’s just as considerate, combined with his mysterious nature, people are bound to be more attracted to him. Though honestly, none of their little admiration could measure up to Dan Heng’s love for you.

In his eyes, you are the only one important, right next to his own family with Himeko and the rest. And he will do all that he can to make sure that you’re alright in any aspect of your life. However even with that dedication, it’s also your job to keep him intact. He focuses so much on you that he sometimes forgets to wind down.

Taking him out on something with a serene atmosphere usually does the trick. Bring tons of books to entertain yourselves, and if the stories get too old, you chat about things you have yet to tell each other. Dan Heng really appreciates the effort you put in, investing your time in him despite the fact that you’re running a conglomerate, but even then just a little gesture from you is enough for him to know how grateful you are for his own efforts as well.

Old married couple 2.0. March said so herself when she decided to barge into your home to show you her pictures from her recent travels. She and the raccoon are tied at the tally of visits. Often they just crash just to make sure Dan Heng hasn’t driven you insane yet with his very… unromantic nature. Safe to say March still couldn’t believe that dear old Dan Heng was the first to pop the question in tying the knot.

Speaking of unromantic, your husband does come off as one, often giving you practical solutions than giving you any words of comfort when you’re stressed. And perhaps it’s because you understood that’s his way of romancing you that you and him ended up married in the first place.

Exhaustion was more of a friend than a foe after having to bury yourself in the tower stacks of paperwork. It’s times like these that you had to wonder if running the family company is even worth it.

“I’m too tired to driiiiive,” you whined, looking at the spreadsheets in exasperation.

And as if he had a sixth sense, a knock on your door was heard and you gave the green light with little regard for the person behind the door. You then looked up and almost cried at the sight of your beautiful husband, with two coffees in hand.

“Come on, I’ll take you home,” it was all he had to say to prompt what little motivation you had left in your system, letting your sluggish self spring back to life. You bound to him with a grateful smile on your face and greeted him with an embrace.

You took one cup from him and graced him with a kiss on his cheek, “Hang on, let me get some take home work. I need to at least finish a good third of this.”

Your poor husband was a lot more worried than he could let on with his stoic face — seeing you on the ropes, completely hard at work and barely functioning at the sheer exhaustion was almost enough to tempt him into stopping you from bringing home your work. Alas, he supported you regardless and only thought to compensate for your extra work with an even better dinner.

“Anything you want for tonight?” He asked, thoughtful as always.

“Mmm… chicken fried rice?”

“Chicken fried rice it is.”

𐂂

CAELUS

Not a single soul expected for this man to get married. Everyone thought he’d just end up on the streets willingly, constantly rummaging through trash can after trash can, falling in love with one and settling down with it in his own odd way. Surprise surprise, he is now a househusband that digs through the high end trash cans placed inside your shared home.

Quite frankly, if Caelus was being honest, he also did not expect to trip into you and quite literally fall in love. And for you to reciprocate it. He always thought you two were just the best of friends, with you supporting his hobbies with little to no judgment. So imagine his surprise that he keeps feeling every time he wakes up right next to you (and right next to his five foot pillow of a trashcan, but it’s a separate affair on its own).

Moving aside your husband’s very odd addiction of living the life of a trash panda, Caelus is actually a pretty decent househusband. His specialities are mostly the meals he makes for you. They’re always so delicious and is often the highlight of your day even without him around.

He’s very active around the neighborhood and is always armed with the latest news around town. The other stay at home spouses love him. And you were quite surprised to find out that he’s far more connected in the very place you both live in than you could ever be. When you’re free, you’d sometimes accompany him to the market and somehow end up staying very late because a lot of people recognize him and seem to want to chat with him.

Caelus parades you around as his beloved husband and people are just dropping jaws when they realize you have definitely been interviewed in one of those famous magazines about businesses and all that jazz.

Surprisingly, just like Sampo, Caelus is your man when it comes to spending wisely and learning how to haggle. He knows his way around almost everything and even you couldn’t help but be proud of yourself of fishing out such a dashing man that is wise in finances. Good man, honestly.

One fact about him that you like are his skills in caring for children. There’s something so wonderfully domestic whenever you would come home early and see him playing with the children — Hook and Clara, if you can recall. He’s mostly just babysitting for them on days that he’s not completely hammered to death with housework.

His favorite thing to do with you is grocery shopping at night. Just the two of you cruising around every aisle, more often than not, you’d push the cart with him in it getting gradually buried by every item you decided to purchase. It’s a good way to spend some time together while getting something productive done. And perhaps coax you into buying a little more food than you and him intended in the first place. Dan Heng always advices you not to be too swayed by your husband antics… but it’s clearly not working.

Caelus is a silly little man, with his weird eccentric jokes and his equally strange fascination for all things related to trash cans. But it’s probably because of this that you found yourself enamored. He is your respite in the suffocating world of your workforce. He pushes you in situations you never thought would be fun unless he was with you.

“If you loved me, you would’ve gotten ten more boxes of cookies.”

“And if you loved me, you wouldn’t be willingly burying yourself in that cart instead of helping me pick between chocolate or strawberry milk.” You quipped back with a snarky grin, not even bothering to look at your childish husband who continued to be sprawled out in the cart at ten in the evening while you shopped.

Caelus pouted, you always did make good points. It’s why he could never win an argument against you. Or maybe he could… if he wasn’t so completely smitten at the sight of you. You were always seen as the dignified boss of your company, dressed in three piece suits that could suffocate anyone and their wallet.

But here you were, dressed in a loose shirt (likely one of his just judging from the fit) and some pair of joggers that you haphazardly threw on.

Absolutely breathtaking.

He lent out a hand to reach for the carton of flavored milk that you finally chose, adding it onto the pile. He waited until you were at the end of the cart, getting ready to muscle your way through pushing an incredibly heavy cart, courtesy of your husband.

Caelus looked up at you, “Don’t I at least get a kiss for helping out?”

“Cae, I’m dying from pushing you. How ‘bout we entertain that incentive once you got out of the cart and started helping me, hm?”

Maybe he’s just a simp, but how could he deny his demanding husband’s whims?

𐂂

WELT YANG

This old man is the definition of a reluctant retiree. Well, it’s not actually a retirement for him. He still gets to be the voice of reason, only that he won’t actually personally animating. Who’s to blame? You. To be accurate, this old man officially decided to step down from his hands-on job as an animator so he can be a househusband. You’re a priority after all, and only the heavens know how bad you need to be taken care of.

Welt joins the ranks of a godly househusband. He knows his way around almost every single thing that needs to get fixed. His cooking? Top tier. His housework game? Absolute perfection. Floors are swept, counters are wiped and dusted, sheets and clothes are washed and pressed. He is perfect.

And on top of that, he still manages to balance his work from home as the consultant for any new anime that is about to be produced and can still care for you without even breaking a sweat. Old man Welt is always pulling through.

So let’s get this out of the way — actual old married couple. Not just vibes. You two are old men who look at the screen with squinted eyes. Well, only Welt does that while you laugh at him and then proceed to forget where you placed your own phone despite being on it just a few minutes ago.

Regardless, you live a much more balanced life, just two husbands cruising through life with little worries. You live on a good neighborhood, living comfortably and get a lot of visits from yours and Welt’s friends/family. Most of which are from the trio and Himeko. You and Welt always host these family dinners on weekends where everyone is free. Life is good.

However despite all the glamour of living a comfortable life in this marriage, there is one glaring difference between you and Welt — mostly it’s the fact that you have worse time management than he does and often gets the short end of the stick, always pummeled to death with your paperwork that could leave anyone in a fit of raw despair. Welt looked at your work the one time you left to answer a phone call from office and shuddered at the heavy load.

Welt is essentially your clock when it’s time to unwind from work. You have a tendency to overwork at times and it’s something that Welt always makes sure to keep an eye out for. He just wants what’s best for you, and oftentimes, what’s best is for you is to finally get some shuteye after suffering through another overnight that you pulled.

Also, there is an unspoken rule of not letting any man with long blonde hair inside your home. It’s just a house rule. The top of all other house rules in fact, as it takes the most priority in fulfilling.

Regardless, Welt is so… househusband-shaped. He knows what to do as one and does a damn good execution of it all. Maybe it’s because of his compassionate self that you were quick to fall for the old man. He didn’t even have to try and show off, all he had to do was be himself and you’d still give him the world with every penny you’ve earned from your job.

A taut frown tugged onto Welt’s lips as he squinted on the labels from the spices that Himeko sent from her recent overseas trip. Not that he didn’t trust his good friend’s tastes in any form of flavor, it’s only that he wanted to make sure none of it had any ingredient that could probably send you into an anaphylactic shock. Yes, he is this meticulous when it comes to you.

Alas, his cautiousness grants no extra clear sight in viewing the labels and he struggled, holding them in different proximities. Are the characters really that small intentionally or are they so incoherent because they manufacturers made an error in the sizing the font before printing it on the packaging.

Fortunately for him, you came into the rescue as you plucked the packaging from his hands. Welt didn’t need to look up to see the same smug smile plastered on your face whenever you’d catch him doing the same thing to his phone. Well, he loved looking at you so he did it nonetheless.

“Having trouble again, old man?” You teased and Welt only had to sigh in response. “Is this from Himeko’s package?”

Your endeared husband nodded, “Of course. I had to see what else she gave us. And I’m looking over the ingredients so I can keep you out of the hospital as best as I can.” He turned to the stove and lowered the heat. “Now kindly read it for me, dear.”

You only nodded, flipping over the packet, “Sure thing.”

There was a silence that followed, with Welt expecting you to run your mouth about the ingredients already. He looked back to you…

…And saw you squinting at the same bundle of text that he’s been staring at.

Welt scoffed, playful and light in nature, “And you call me old.”

“It’s the manufacturer’s fault…!!”

#you’d think i learned my lesson after doing the shivers with 8 characters. but nope. Here we are with seven. #OOH. now i wanna make an hsr men version of the shivers scenario thingy that i made for the tall genshin men #jhuzen’s stupid hcs #hsr x male reader #honkai star rail x male reader #gepard x male reader #sampo x male reader #jing yuan x male reader #blade x male reader #dan heng x male reader #caelus x male reader #welt yang x male reader

[jhuzen]

Hi! I'm here to request a Blade x m.reader(fluff, with a bit of angst). Since you said you're open👀.

I've got an idea. Blade gives like the old black cat energy vibes, and maybe what if he got clingyyyyyy, like so clingy, to the point even he is surprised. That's understandable for some point, cause he's got little to no attention in his past years, after he forgot everything(poor little Bladie)

But who am I to deny Bladie's attention, right? Haha. I really like how u do a bit of headcanons first and then a little fic in the end.

(Can i be anon K, hehe?🤪)

feline care [m.reader]

can you tell how much i love this man? ty ty nonnie K, lysm for this wonderful bladie request,,, jUST A FEW MORE WEEKS, WE CAN DO THIS TOGETHER, MKAY? hang in there <3

𖦹 blade being a cat-aligned man, subtle clinginess and yet no one calls him out for it, mentions of his past (i’ll try not to spoil too much), a tiny pinch of angst, and a spoonful of fluff, bittersweet on some parts (only because i mentioned the word bittersweet lmao)

It’s agreed upon everyone who has known you and Blade that… Blade is a cat more than a man, and you are a scratching post more than his lover.

Not that you’re always covered in scratches (though you have left your shared room in that state on some occasions). It’s more of the premise that he’s almost always latched onto you. It was odd for the others. Even Silver Wolf looks up from her game, baffled to see that when you’re briefing the mission from Elio, somewhere beside you, Blade has his hand on your hip. Kafka sometimes gets interrupted in her gossips with you when Blade sits down without warning beside you. She doesn’t mind from then on. Sam and Elio share the same experiences too.

He just… intervenes silently. Like a cat suddenly demanding your attention while you’re busy and he does it wordlessly and for some reason, no one questions him about it. In the middle of conversations, in the middle of meals, if you’re with someone, Blade does not care and will slide in beside you.

Blade has this primal need to just be beside you, to have a part of him touching you. His shoulder against yours, his hand on your back, heck, even a strand of his hair on yours, it’s more than enough.

No one points it out to him, but he’s the one who slowly came to the realization that he’s being… a little too touchy, a little too clingy than what was normally expected from him. Of course he has his own self-awareness, but it’s just that he’s so drowned and enticed with your presence, it takes him awhile to realize that sort of thing.

He’s a recluse, and often kept to himself. He only follows his comrades and will protect them if necessary, you included. But ever since you’ve propositioned a life of partnership with him — not just any partnership, it’s one that comes with your unbridled love and adoration for him, suddenly he’s reaching out some more to you, sticking some more beside you, needing even just a measly lick of attention from you.

Blade appreciates how you let him do as he wishes. You acknowledge him but not so much that it makes him feel standoffish towards you. It reassures him that he isn’t overstepping. (Though really, you’d love to tease him about it, you know it’ll quickly scare him away and you’ll be deprived of feeling his touches for awhile. It has happened once and you won’t let it happen again).

But it’s his touches that show just how much appreciation he has for the love that you can give him. You love him regardless of his past and how he came to be. And it just… shows how much undying devotion he has for you.

He’s a cat alright, it took you a long time to gain his trust, much less have him speak to you when he was officially onboard with you and the rest of the Stellaron Hunters. But the payoff is so satisfying with how he returns every effort you’ve exerted to get close to him. Now that you did your job, it was his turn to keep you close to him. You did it, and now he wants to be yours without a single question from anyone out there.

However there are bouts of isolation that keeps you from seeing him. It’s those times when he mulls over the things he went through. From Jingliu’s torment, to the betrayal of his fellow comrades to him. And instead of seeking you, he becomes this ball of contempt that slowly consumes him from the inside out. He doesn’t want to be near you even if he wanted to because he’s not so hot on the idea of always associating you in his time of need. He has this sense of duty that when he presents himself to you, that when he willingly hovers around you, he’s in his best, ready to protect you if needed.

And that’s where you normally work your magic.

“Dearest~” Kafka coos from behind you, and with her was Silver Wolf, playing on her games.

Currently, the ship is embarked on a random planet, just a little stopover before continuing on your journeys to hunt Stellarons and aid Elio in his… incredible fascination in being the slave of destiny. And right about now, you were in charge with looking over the next world you and your little crew of misfits are about to pay a little visit to, (perhaps also terrorize).

You grunted in acknowledge from your spot, eyes never leaving the holograms that wafted around your entire space. It was hard work, alright. Sometimes you wonder if Elio is a bitter single that refuses you to even spend some time with your beloved just for a short while.

“Seen Bladie around? Silver Wolf and I are heading down to shop around, might you and your beloved be interested in some fun with us?” Kafka’s eyes crinkle as she looked at you, despite the fact that you weren’t facing her. You can hear the smile in her voice anyway.

You suddenly perk up at the thought. It was strange — Blade wasn’t around for the entire day. Normally he was hovering around you, a hand on your hip while he leaned in with absent subtlety, watching you work in silence. But today… your body barely felt the warmth of his touches, and you were sure you woke up beside him just fine.

Finally did your eyes leave the information, swiping a hand on the projected holograms of information, watching it dissipate into air while you looked at the girls. You cocked your head to the side, all too confused.

“You mean he wasn’t around you guys?”

Silver Wolf only looked at you with the evident exasperation on her face, “He’s basically attached to you 24/7. What makes you think he’ll even come to us?”

Raising a hand in surrender, you only brushed off Silver Wolf’s petty sass, “Okay, okay. Alright.” You brought out your phone, scrolling through the contacts to see if Blade sent you any messages.

It wasn’t even a surprise to see that he has none to say. He was one of those that preferred… coming to see you to talk to you… even if it meant getting the scare of your life after flicking the lights to your bedroom on, only to see him sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at you with anticipation.

It was cute… but your heart that day disagrees.

You pocketed your phone after, “I’ll check around. Maybe Elio had him do something.”

Kafka nods along, “Come and have fun with us if you can, hm? Of course… that is unless if you find fun with each other first.” She cackles at the disgruntled look on yours and Silver Wolf’s faces.

“Gross.”

“Yeah, I agree with the kid.” You pinched the bridge of your nose before waving them off, letting them off the ship while you went off in the other direction, eager to look for Blade.

You’ve searched everywhere, and even went high and low, leaving the one and only unlikely place for Blade to be in since he got with you — his very own room. You can’t seem to recall how your rare invites for him to sleep over soon turned into you constantly waking up with him nestled in your arms while he slept peacefully. The line was very blurry by then, and it was the least of your worries by now.

The door to Blade’s room slid as you entered.

“Aeons, it’s bloody dark in here,” you flicked the lights on with much struggle. “Blade, a— AH—!”

There goes your second heart attack for your lifetime.

Blade was unfazed as he sat on the edge of the bed like the last time, also looking at the door, now right at you as you stood by the door frame, clutching your rapidly beating heart that thudded against your chest.

Your heart quickened in a different way as soon as you saw the faraway look in his eyes. And one too many times, it broke your heart when his eyes expressed such sadness. You didn’t know much, you never asked, you never could stomach seeing him bring out his likely suppressed memories of the past just to satisfy the curiosity you’ve had. All you knew is that he has been through a lot, so much that he only considers himself as a weapon without regard of who he was or what his name was even.

You slowly idled as the unused bed dips in your added weight when you sat beside him. Hands on your lap, gracious enough to give him space until he reels himself back in. That was your little Blade protocol. As long as he isn’t too far gone, you’re ready to express the fact that you are willing to wait for him. Your gaze finds the emptiness of Blade’s room a little too bittersweet — that he had little to no possessions to express who he is, but at the same time a reminder that he vacated this lonely room and migrated to yours.

And while you mulled over the emptiness, Blade was slowly coming into his senses. His mind is in pieces with barely anything but the sharp sting of betrayal from his comrades, the pain he succumbed to under that woman, and the revenge that burdened him as he awaited the day he gets to Xianzhou Luofo to make them all pay the price.

He blinks, suddenly aware of the warmth beside him and he looked to his left to see you, and like a cat, he’s spooked. He stiffened up quick and almost stood up if your hand hadn’t held him down as it quickly landed on his thigh.

“What’s up with you and sitting silently in dark rooms? Seriously, even Silver Wolf’s getting spooked. Did you pick that up from Kafka?” You laughed — not even a mention of what he was thinking about, or what has gotten him all knotted up. Just the way he likes it.

You don’t ask questions, but your warmth invites him to tell you everything that he knows.

Blade only scoffed but a ghostly smile was on his lips. “I like to think without hearing you mumble about what to eat. Is food all you think about?”

“I’m not the one constantly latched onto someone’s hip almost everyday.” You called him out quick and he gave you a look of hesitance. Uncertainty flashes through his normally sharp cold eyes and you were quick to reel him back in. “Not like it’s a problem or anything. Seriously, you’re quicker to spook than a cat. Don’t be so skittish, you’ve seen me without clothes before.”

Blade groaned as he pressed his palm against your mouth, “Quit yammering about things like that.” As blissful as those memories were, the last time you were caught talking about something, Sam overheard, Blade refused to leave your shared room, and you had terrible scratch somewhere along your neck.

Even in the emptiness, you found your bliss beside him and Blade mirrored your sentiments. Even more so when you would shower him in the attention that he so desperately needs without having to beg for it.

You wordlessly watched as he stood up from the edge of the bed. You had every inkling to stop, but you also understood that Blade comes to you when he’s ready. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to keep him around and show him an ounce of comfort that he himself clearly needs. But you were stunned when he turned to you and drops to the floor, on his knees.

“Uh…”

Blade doesn’t speak when his head finds itself on your lap, cheek on your thigh while he refused to look at you.

But when he did, there was a silent plea. To soothe his aches with your loving touch, to comfort him with the smile that finds captures every starlight in existence. You only complied with a minuscule smile as your fingers slowly threaded through his luscious dark hair, fingertips soothingly massaging his scalp.

You relished in the sigh that escaped his lips as he melted in your touch, his head lolling in your lap.

“…Our shampoo does more wonders to your hair than mine.” You commented with a tiny pout and he only grunted in response. He’d rather you talk to him until he forgets that painful void in his chest after being betrayed by his comrades. “Or maybe you’re just naturally perfect, huh?”

“‘M not…” his response was muffled, but you understood nonetheless.

“You are.” You insisted with another grin as you continued to pamper him with your gentle touches. You could see the way his shoulders visibly released tension, his form going slack as he indulged in the comfort you offered.

You stayed in silence with him, the static atmosphere in the room no more than suffocating as you made sure your love and devotion reached him as much as he did yours.

And suddenly, your hand gravitates from his head down to his other cheek, caressing it ever so gently. Your featherlight touch soothes his core deeply and he could only let his lips curl up into a small satisfied smile.

Your hand moved down further until you scratched the underside of his chin.

And a purr rumbles from Blade’s chest.

You stopped and his eyes snapped open as the realization hits you both like the Astral Express. He hurriedly looked up to you and sure enough, there was an ecstatic grin plastered on your pretty face.

“Wh—”

“Don’t.”

…And so you don’t. For now at least.

#and they never went to hangout with kafka and sw #u just forgot about it when u found out ur bladie purrs #trust that it will be a blackmail material #ADIAMDIMSIDV. I NEED BLADE RN OR IM GONNA EXPLODE #jhuzen’s stupid one shots #jhuzen’s stupid hcs #jhuzen’s stupid scenarios #hsr x male reader #honkai star rail x male reader #blade x male reader

[jhuzen]

*pops open another beer 🍺*

helloooooo can u pls give me some sugar baby dottore hcs??? i am currently bent on him i need u to quench this thirst

the love in hatred [m.reader]

hope i’m not too late in quenching your thirst beer anon hsjsjdsj. i was busy with some uni things and only got to it now. hope you don’t mind me adding in a little spice in the dynamic ;D and i’m sure you like it nsfw so there are some little sprinkles of it lmao.

𖦹 modern au (but it’s not heavily implied), suggestive themes (of course), a little bit of dark themes, possessive dottore but he hates you at first lol, nsfw terms, reader is rich rich.

Imagine…

Sugar Baby Dottore who absolutely despises you and every fiber of your very being. You were the antithesis of his existence, absolute respite encompassed you while he was the unyielding scholar. He pursued knowledge until the very edge of Teyvat, while you sat back and relaxed, stopping because you ‘know your limits’. You’re a coward in his eyes, that’s what. But you’re a coward that can make a lot of money. And a coward that he can coerce into giving him financial aid in his experiments because he doesn’t want to lower his pride to ask Pantalone instead.

Sugar Baby Dottore who was welcomed by the not-so-cowardly you when he came to strike up a deal with you. No longer were you that chipper easygoing lad that he despised, but an incredibly emotionally constipated man that can barely work your facial muscles into a fake smile. It almost felt like getting bit back in the ass by the way you threw him off the loop. He no longer knew you the same way you no longer knew him. It’s a clean slate. But he still hates you.

Sugar Baby Dottore who was genuinely surprised that you didn’t need a lot of convincing. That you were willing to give him everything as long as he abides by certain rules and requests of yours. He hates it (and again, you), but he’d rather cut his throat than ask Pantalone for even a tiny pouch of mora. And while he’s relentless in his pursuit of knowledge, the man knows even the mora in his pockets have limits.

Sugar Baby Dottore who was relatively glad that you never once placed him under a tight budget. You were generous with him and maybe he sort of liked that all he had to do was spread his legs and tempt you into a good time. No attachment. As soon as the fun (for you at least) ends, Dottore wakes up with an allowance that any Northland Bank branch could only gawk at. It was ridiculously heavy.

Sugar Baby Dottore who only ever resorted to seducing you when he needs something at this very instant and his little impatient mind couldn’t bare you entertaining your big shot clients first. You promised you’d give him everything if he fucked you dry, right? Often times, when his impatience strikes, he’s already grabbing at the lapels of your pristine suit, tugging you away from your now confused clients while you and him screw in the empty room right next to your study. After milking you dry, he already has his greedy little palm out, expecting you to just drop your entire leather wallet on him (he’s hoarded so much of your wallets already).

Sugar Baby Dottore who at first finds your date nights annoying but necessary (to butter you up into buying him new laboratory apparatuses) — you’re so difficult to talk to! Unlike your days in youth when you would engage him with a small smile, you and your annoying stone face only prompted him to want to watch bacteria cultures grow in a petri dish. But the moment you start opening about your work the more he feels relatively intrigued.

Sugar Baby Dottore who’s slowly starting to cherish the little knickknacks you give him. He never really batted an eye to the souvenirs you’d bring home to him from your international trips. In fact, he used to cherish the times you were away. He still receives cash and he doesn’t have to fuck you. Anyway, he used to just ignore them and opted to only take interest in the money you give him for his lab equipment, but it’s recently that he’s staring more and more at the taxidermies of certain native species you gave him. And maybe some of those magnet things from each nation… if one looked behind his wheeled whiteboard, they could see some of the ones you brought home.

Sugar Baby Dottore who starts to get more conscious of how he looks around you and starts taking effort in looking good for you. Don’t get him wrong, he knows he looks good, it’s partly why you agreed immediately in financially supporting him. For his looks and his body. But there was something refreshing in making a conscious effort of looking even more alluring — absolutely loving the way your usually stern eyes just digging into his form.

Sugar Baby Dottore who’s slowly becoming addicted to your scent. Your imported colognes that he used to gag at, he’s now spraying into his suit before he heads to the laboratory, absolutely loving the way when your eyes twinkle in recognition at his new scent whenever he passes by you to get his daily allowance of a hundred thousand mora (how are you not broke yet, no one knows).

Sugar Baby Dottore who’s slowly feeling the grips of insanity when he realizes that his hatred for you is dissipating into nothingness. When he’s slowly looking forward to your cock shoved up inside him more and more. He hates that within the few months that you and him made that deal, he’s becoming more and more enamored to the mornings where he can still see you beside him, your big sturdy back facing him with all the scratch marks and love bites he made on you the night prior.

Sugar Baby Dottore who becomes far more possessive. Suddenly, the tables have turned. He thought he’d always have the upper hand, he could charm you with his body and there’s mora in his pocket in an instant. But somehow it’s him that gets hungrier and hungrier for you — he went on an all time high the one time you dropped by his laboratory to talk to him about something he doesn’t remember anymore. He likes the attention you’re giving him and archons, he wants you to have him as your sole object of affection. This man will go feral if you made external arrangements in your business trips.

Sugar Baby Dottore who’s becoming clingy to you. He can’t leave you alone for a second. His addiction of you festering within him. Suddenly, it’s not just about the mora that you’re giving him anymore. It’s suddenly turning into a matter of your loyalty to him, that one day you’ll make him your pretty wife, financially secured with his own laboratory in your mansion, leaving you no room for bargains while he stuffs himself with a mouthful of your delicious cock.

Oh no! Seems like your pretty little doctor has moved on the next step, already planning your future with him and only him! Best of luck to you~

May you kiss your bachelor days goodbye now, because he’s never letting go of you.

Oh no! Seems like your pretty little doctor has moved on the next step, already planning your future with him and only him! Best of luck to you~

Oh no! It seems like your pretty little doctor has moved onto the next step, already planning your future with him and only him! Best of luck to you~

Oh no! Seems like your pretty little doctor has moved on the next step, already planning your future with him and only him! Best of luck to you~

#i hope this was worth your beer my guy #this was nice to write LMAO #someone give me a fic of sugar baby dottore i will fucking cave #i will love u #genshin impact x male reader #il dottore x male reader #dottore x male reader #dottore thirst #jhuzen’s stupid hcs #time to do the part 2 in that sagau thing that i did

[jhuzen]

workload [gn.reader]

liyue version of the workload,,, i’ll also make inazuma and sumeru ver. because if i fit all the men in one post my brain might explode. and of course, my favorite outlander, dear traveler, aether my beloved is getting his own spotlight because he’s quirky like that. also childe is in here because he was released in liyue’s region hehe. and i’m so thankful that you enjoy my works! i’ve read some replies on my one shot and i hope i can bring more quality works <3 let’s all build a wonderful relationship together (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

𐂂 liyue ver.

Tartaglia

This man just doesn’t get it. You’re the revered overseer, worshipped across the lands and everyone is at your beck and call, including him. You ask, and you shall receive (courtesy of him, of course). He will give you everything that you could possibly need, he owns a bank, for crying out loud. So why do you still need to leave Teyvat periodically to do your work?

He’s so confused and would tail you around like a puppy if you’re in the same region as him. He would mope about your otherworldly lawyer work interrupting your time with him (and of course the other acolytes), but more with him! Alas, the Tsarita already told him to respect your wishes and well, if it’s her word and yours against his, he’s got nothing else to protest on.

Despite being unable to understand your distress (because seriously, just abandon your other world and come here), once he realizes just how stressed you are in your home-office that was based in Liyue, he couldn’t help but worry and also maybe have a little ‘I told you so’ moment. You’re as stubborn as him though so it probably won’t happen.

Nevertheless, he decides taking you out would be a nice change of pace. Except it’s not shopping. He wants you to have a different outlet for your stress.

With all his respect, he whisks you away from the workload that’s currently eating you alive (he took a glance and immediately backed out at the alien writings), and decided to spar with you somewhere within Guili Plains.

Adrenaline pumped through Childe’s ears, he felt breathless and his muscles felt so sore. His legs were about to give in, but somehow his energy refused to let him drop. Not when he found the perfect contender that can stand toe-to-toe with his weekly spars with the traveler.

But who was he kidding? It’s you! You, who came from another world, surely your strength would be just as otherworldly. And nothing could wipe the grin off his face when you decided to cave into his little stress relieving suggestion.

And for some reason, even after getting thrown into the ground by way too many times, he couldn’t find himself satiated. The drive to surpass you and impress you has doubled since the start of your sparring.

But for now, Childe heeded his body’s pleas as he plopped on the ground, taking deep breaths to regain some regulation in his breathing. The grass tickled his cheek as he turned his face to the side, blue eyes never taking off your general direction.

And he was blessed with the sight of your back against him, sturdy and unwavering in your stance as you did some stretches to cool down. To his credit, it did work, you felt much better now. The tension that brought unease in your body has decreased and the way your stomach knotted up in displeasure slowly loosened.

“I’ll have to thank you for this rather unconventional method, Tartaglia,” you finally graced him with the look of glee on your pretty face as you turned to face him, eyes widening at the sight of the eleventh harbinger on the ground. “Ah, sorry— I suppose I threw you a little too hard, no?”

Losing against you did not bring an ounce of humiliation like he thought it would. In fact, it was worryingly invigorating, like being held down to his defeat was a breath of fresh air, when he would literally do anything but lose at remotely any activity laid out. It’s ridiculous.

“For what it’s worth, you gave me quite the scare either,” you laughed as you sat beside his laying figure. “I’m not exactly a fighter like my favorite outlander… I’m a lawyer, but even so, we don’t come without special trainings in my world. It’s killed or be killed I’m afraid, and if you’re influential, you have no choice but to accept the rules of the game.”

Too busy with catching his breath, Childe only nodded with a small smile as he listened to your words. Oh how he’d love to come with you in your world. Would he face bigger enemies? Would he act like your cherished bodyguard? Though, the answer to the latter would be a definite yes — it does concern him now that you revealed there’s a potential bounty on your head.

“I have to say though, this definitely gave me a good perspective on my new case.” You hummed, choosing to continue to fill the silence other than the short soft pants from Childe. “Who knew physical fights can benefit strategizing for a battle of wits.”

In between his huffs, Childe couldn’t resist the urge to respond, “I’m glad I can be of help to you, Your Benevolence.” He was much too proud that he was able to alleviate whatever it was that was troubling you. Coupled with his admiration, his sense of accomplishment only skyrocketed by the minute.

And Childe could only melt when he felt your hands run through his tresses, gently massaging his scalp as a way to help him as well, “I have to say though, you must teach me your battle strategy. You moved with so much ease, if I wasn’t… well, me, I wouldn’t have been able to lay a single finger on you.”

The harbinger couldn’t be prouder at your words as he instantly sat up with a big grin on his face, “Is that so? How flattering is it to have the almighty overseer ask me for tips in fighting!” You could only laugh at his excitable demeanor, it was like seeing a child on their birthday, ready to tear open presents. “Very well then! I guess it can’t be helped! I won’t be around all the time to protect you, Your Benevolence! So I think teaching you a few things wouldn’t be so bad. Just… don’t use it on me.”

“Wouldn’t even dream of it,” you nodded with a laugh. “Before that though, why don’t I treat you to some nice post-spar meal? I’m famished!”

Childe very eagerly agreed in a heartbeat. A meal with you? How could he turn it down? It’s a huge honor to be seen around with him latching onto you! It’s thrilling to see the curious and envious looks he received just by being with you, after all.

𐂂

Xiao

He’s been by your side since your descent when you would come to Liyue. He took pride in the fact that you found the nation he protected far more relaxing, with mountains that reached towering altitudes that soothed your mind.

And it seems like you decided to take refuge in Liyue once more. Xiao could already feel your presence from a mile away. Often you opted to rest on the highest mountains, either unaccompanied or otherwise with someone — possibly Ganyu, Morax, or even Cloud Retainer and the other adepti.

When Xiao found you, you were at Qingyun Peak to be very specific, at the floating mass of plaustrite that Cloud Retainer had. It was a place befitting of your title after all, the grand overseer, and Cloud Retainer could not be happier when you chose something of hers as your favored spot in Liyue.

Your sentiments were expressed to the adeptus with a grave sigh. He barely understood what your tirade was about — something about a client you had who was charged battery whatever that meant and while you apparently wanted to defend, upon your investigation, evidences stacked high against your client.

Whatever that meant, all Xiao can see was how clearly distressed you are. And somehow, that didn’t feel right. There was a knot building up inside him as the lines on your face deepened with each scowl and each furrowed eyebrow. He respected you so much, and to see you in this light was something he didn’t want to see again. And so he dissipated into nothing but smoke.

You thought little of Xiao’s silent departure after your griping. Oh how you loathed taking civil cases. But one of your associates back at home was a young one and considered you as a mentor, you couldn’t exactly disappoint them. Their doe hopeful eyes was enough to make you cave in.

“This kind of weakness is what brings people to their knees,” you muttered to yourself as you flipped through the evidences, hoping something off putting would turn up for you to target. But the accounts were clear as a day. Your client was rightfully charged and the fight is futile.

The winds caressed your face and you couldn’t be more thankful for Cloud Retainer’s generosity. And normally you would tackle these take come cases of yours in your office in Liyue, but desperate measures had to be taken.

Lucky for you, the adeptus that loyally stuck by you since your arrival came back in a matter of minutes, appearing through the black smoke that you were more than familiar with seeing. You looked up from your many papers to see Xiao with something in his hand. A box wrapped carefully in a beautifully patterned cloth.

Your smile was enough to knock the Demon Conqueror out of his step. Breathtaking as always. “You seem to have brought something there, Xiao. Is it for me?” Truly, he could never get used to your teasing tone, nor could he get used to the way his name rolled off of your tongue so beautifully.

It was stifling in a good way. Or at least he hoped it was.

“‘A good food can ease your worries’, I’ve heard some of the traveling merchants in the inn say it. Surely this applies to you as well.” Xiao couldn’t be more grateful at the fact that he was able to offer it to you so seamlessly. He could recall his earlier interactions with you — when he struggled to talk and let you know of his intentions, which often resulted into him ignoring you without meaning to.

And you were not one to disregard how far he’s come, but you didn’t comment on it either, afraid that he might become even more aware of hi improvements that could set him back even further.

“Wise words,” you remarked with a laugh as you beckoned the adeptus closer, “But have you heard that company makes it all the better?”

Xiao blinked as he stewed in your indirect offer. It didn’t take long before he realized the implications of your words and only followed your beckoning, sitting beside you as he placed the wrapped box on the table where your files were now tucked away clean.

It was never his intent to actually keep you company, he only figured he could bring you some food, like an offering (how ironic it was that what countless people did for him, he’s now doing for you) and leave. But ever the grateful god you are, you gave him so much of your time compared to his scarce appearance to whoever offered him his favored meal.

However, he wasn’t one to turn away such a request. Being with you in close proximity has soothed the aches within him. There was an unfathomable gentleness within you, a presence so healing, the Yaksha could cry. And even with the domineering presence you imposed as one of the respectable figures, you were not unreachable, even him — someone who’s ways away of being worthy of your presence.

Xiao felt something poke at the corner of his lips, tearing his eyes away from the fantastic view that the floating platform offered. He looked to the side to see you holding up one of the rice buns that came with the package he brought.

“Come and indulge with me, my dearest protector. It’s no Almond Tofu, but it’s just as majestic.”

And he obliged, a hand gently holding your wrist before taking a bite out of the delicacy. Overwhelming flavors flooded through his mouth from the generous seasonings just as much a cool feeling rushing through his physique upon his contact with yours.

“Back in my home, we heal with food — so warriors coming home from war are always given banquets.” He was pliant under your touch, suddenly muted as you reached with your other hand and brushed a couple of crumbs away from his cheek, a gesture so nurturing that he couldn’t help but cave. “Stay for a while, good warrior and heal with me.”

With the sudden lightness in his chest, Xiao could feel the heaviness that held him back be lifted away and cracked a small smile, grateful and soft, adoring and uncharacteristic yet so beautiful.

Of course he’ll indulge, but it wasn’t just because you asked, but he found how beneficial it is to rest every now and then. Especially with you.

𐂂

Zhongli

He understands the agony you’ve been through. Albeit, yes, it’s vastly different, he’s an archon and you’re a lawyer, but all in the same it does get difficult. So he sympathizes greatly with your bemoaning and will do his best to comfort you.

Zhongli admires your headstrong ideals and the fact that you are not just a defender of justice in your home but the grand overseer that’s revered across Teyvat is absolutely insane. How in the many worlds you were even able to take the time to keep track of what’s going on in Teyvat while managing your clients in your own world? For that he’ll never know.

And when he sees you slowly dying in your office that he would often visit during his break from his job, he could only do so much but comfort you through his skillful tea making. That and he has learned to keep an incense in your office to calm you down.

Zhongli will also lend his ear on your worst moments like this, listening patiently and if you allow him, he can and will give you a nice massage to go along with it. Though it did take him awhile to finally offer that option to you — he respected you way too much and even found himself inferior against your standing.

He will do his best in giving you all the comforts but he found that distractions through conversations over tea work the best for you. Whenever you both talk, he sees the gradual decrease in your frown and it eases him all the more.

As immortal beings that has gone through the many centuries of change that enveloped Teyvat (and your world for you), you and Zhongli had one too many stories to fill any empty silence that could potentially waft between you two. You enjoyed Zhongli’s tales when he was Morax, and while you also saw what happened, there will always be something relatively raw when you hear personal accounts.

You knew Morax as an overseer, but to get to know him through his thoughts and personal feelings as Zhongli told the tales was far better than what your eyes could see objectively. Although inadvisable in your work, sometimes, subjectiveness adds life to a person, it is what makes them, them.

And you greatly appreciated when Zhongli opted to take you out of your slowly stifling office and had you both take a walk along the harbor. The place was bustling with people unsurprisingly, and you relished in the aromas wafting through the air that the dishes from Wanmin restaurant procured. Your ears were more attuned at every seller’s calls and every child’s laughter. And you enjoyed the bright smiles the people of Liyue gave you as you passed by.

Had they only known that the man walking alongside you was their beloved god, they would have been over the moon at seeing two of the most important figures in Teyvat stroll through the harbor so casually.

“Your people are lovely, Zhongli. Truly the people of Liyue have nestled themselves somewhere in my heart. You must be so proud to see them flourish.”

He was brimming with pride at your compliments. Of course, these were his people, the descendants of the men and women who he once walked alongside as Rex Lapis, as Morax, as the geo archon. And each time you sang your sweet praises to his land and his people, the more he longed to hear them. It was a need that ached for your approval as an overseer.

But if he were to be selfish, then it was a want that he needed fulfilled with no other than you. Your words were a testament to what he built and that he made no mistake in shaping Liyue the way it stood now.

“I couldn’t be more thankful for such kind words, Your Benevolence. Allow me to bask in your words… truly, I couldn’t be more proud of the people of Liyue.” His gaze drifted from the busy harbor to the towering mountains beside it. “I’m glad that you find my land so pleasing.”

“I’ll say it over and over again. You’ve outdone yourself, my dear.” Your eyes that showed nothing but millions of worlds that you have probably gone through were unparalleled. He might’ve been the oldest, but he was not you. You had the wisdom that he knows not even he as an archon can possess.

And strangely, he adored you for it. No pride allowed bitterness and envy to seep through and he was sure than when he was the young and spry Morax, he would’ve listened to you no matter what.

Humbled, he can only laugh, “Thank you, Your Benevolence. Though I do believe your world isn’t something to sneeze at either, I assume.”

“Ah… yes. My world,” and all of a sudden the worlds in your eyes dimmed. “It’s nothing like yours or Teyvat’s. It’s… a world filled with corruption and death, I’m afraid. The higher power in my world, as you’ve known have gone through some serious changes. I suppose it’s why I take this job in my world, no matter how tedious.”

Zhongli nodded attentively. He knew and was mortified of the situation in your world. The wind does not blow and the ground cracks with every shake, the flora and fauna exist in the most scarce place. It was a horrifying sight when you’ve shown him a view of your world.

“Ah,” you suddenly opted out of the saddening topic and turned to the former archon with a small grin, “Did you know that in my world, we bathe in the tears of a fallen god? He was ever so kind… so soft and so sweet.”

He may never know why you are suddenly so enthusiastic at the discussion of such a somber subject, but for you he will indulge, “Is that so? How curious… if you don’t mind sharing the tale, maybe I can also share some of my stories from when I met the former hydro archon.”

There was a spark in your eyes that he couldn’t help but feel proud of that he alone brought it back.

Zhongli relished in your touch as you pulled him closer to your side by his waist, “You somehow always knew how to cheer up this poor old sod, huh?” Your hearty laugh was a music to his ears and he could only smile.

Both of you were poor old sods alright, traversing through the harbor without a care in the world.

#genshin impact x gn reader #childe x gn reader #childe x gender neutral reader #xiao x gn reader #xiao x gender neutral reader #zhongli x gn reader #zhongli x gender neutral reader #jhuzen’s stupid hcs

[jhuzen]

workload [gn. reader]

you are just so done with your workload and your acolytes seem to notice it :)). is this me hoping fontaine will be kind of like my favorite lawyer game just at least character-wise? yes. will it happen? no lmao. descender reader because i am slowly in love with world building for u hehe. also, genshin men ofc ofc.

𐂂 mondstadt ver.

For some reason, despite finding yourself seated at the throne as this world’s overseer and caretaker, you couldn’t find yourself to let go of your job in your own world. You were a defender of justice, someone who stood by the innocent and defended them fiercely and someone who prosecuted against the criminals mercilessly. Suffice to say, Focalors was more than pleased to know the kind of job you’ve taken on in your home world.

Your beloved acolytes have tried to tell you to not trouble yourself any further now that you’ve descended. You can finally kick back and relax, and opt to just enjoy and bask in the company of the people you’ve taken care of in behalf of the primordial one. And you loved them dearly and wished to honor their requests, but your world is a legal justice mess and as one of the leading figures back in your home, you wanted to fight for it.

However, at the moment, things have quelled and you took it upon yourself to get involved with small-time cases, taking on minuscule legal advising. But then you got bored and started taking in moderate leveled cases.

And you should’ve known. In your years of living, you of all people should have known. Even Yanfei herself hated it when you engaged into some mundane chats with her about your work.

You shouldn’t have taken a civil case — one that begets many more problems that you actually felt the need to flee into Teyvat for some solace while you sort out this case that you’ve taken up on.

And unbeknownst to you, some of your devoted acolytes have noticed the number your case is doing to you.

𐂂

Albedo

He sympathizes with you greatly when he finds you suddenly curled up into a not so ergonomic position in your swivel chair while you glared at your papers. He was sure if you can shoot lasers out of your eyes (which apparently exists in the other worlds you’ve visited), the paper would’ve been burnt to crisp.

He’s one of the leading figures in Mondstadt too as the trusty Chief Alchemist and the Captain of the Knights of Favonius’ Investigation team, so he understands when sometimes you hit a dead end with your cases which causes you to groan and mope around.

Albedo visits your one of your many humble offices that’s local to Mondstadt when he catches wind of your arrival. It doesn’t take much guesswork when people in Mondstadt start to become more lively should he descend from his lab in the mountains. And well, it’s a privilege to indulge in your presence so freely, so he always makes time to visit you if his research allows enough free time. And besides, you’re always reassuring him that he’s welcome to visit no matter when.

So when he sees your obviously distressed figure, he had to brave through his struggles in social interactions and serve you instead unlike the way you do to him when you welcome his presence in your office.

He’s a smart man, of course he picks up on how you make tea for him and yourself and he does so with so much care and regard for your belongings. He does it without so much as speaking to you, knowing that in times like these, you prefer to initiate the conversations. And he waits until you’ve finally pulled your head out of that spiraling turmoil.

You blew into the tea that Albedo had graciously made you, picking up the scent that you loved so much — it was a tea all the way from Liyue, and you always managed to get the first few shipments. The papers that you tried so hard to burn with just your irritated stare laid flat on your desk.

“Thank you, dear,” you crooned softly, eyes looking towards your current guest, who sat on the cushy pillows of your sofa chair. “Should I put you up as my official tea maker? You’ve done a far better job than I usually do.” Your laughter echoed in the room and Albedo could only take it in with a small smile.

He knows your words were a mere jest, but for you, he would. He would travel a hundred miles from his laboratory down to your quaint little office in the city just to make you one.

“Have I managed to life your spirits up then, Your Benevolence?” He asked, both a tad playful with a smidge of hope for your approval.

You only nodded with a small satisfied smile, “Yes, it’s what I need, actually. Thank you again, Albedo,” the way his name rolled off your tongue so smoothly almost made him shudder in delight — it was a nice feeling, to hear you speak his name with so much care. “I have been feeling under the weather because of this case, actually.” You admitted with a solemn sigh and he listened.

“May I ask what kind of case is burdening you, Your Benevolence?” Finally did Albedo move from his spot from the couch as he headed to the chairs that were placed just in front of your desk, his eyes catching a glimpse of the many excerpts.

“It’s this god awful civil case,” you answered with another loaded sigh, shifting to much better position in your chair as you slid the papers to his side with one hand. “A complaint between two neighbors arguing over a plot of land. Normally, things like these are easy, only that both of them are siblings and have decided sharing is out of the question. It caused a whole lot more problems.”

Albedo didn’t know much about these kinds of things, provided that often the things he investigates don’t fall into these categories — not to mention, if he didn’t insist that you teach him your world’s language, it would’ve been over for him the instant he read your case file. It was foreign to him, but curiosity (and the time he could spend with you) quickly won him over. He looked at you through his lashes, blue eyes glimmering with unfiltered want.

“Would you mind if I lend my assistance, Your Benevolence? I might be able to help you find a solution,” he proposed. He was confident enough in understanding the legal terms written in your world’s language, and the fact that he is an investigator grants him an advantage in having a keen eye.

And perhaps, he looked for a chance to endorse you his prowess in giving thoughtful insights, returning the way you would do the same when you accompanied him in his laboratory as he did his experiments. Those were the times he cherished more than anything, truly. Sometimes, he would even hear the exploits of your worlds’ scientists as you call them, and they often clash with the mages of your world.

Your world was fascinating, and if he could have a little taste of where you came from through aiding you, he would do so with little to no hesitation.

You blinked and met his gaze, surprised, “Eh? Ah… well, I suppose I don’t mind. But I don’t want to take you away from your research.”

“I’m not in the middle of one at the moment,” he said much too quick for his liking and much to your amusement. He feigned a cough, so obviously fake (but you thought it was adorable), “However, if I’m not needed, then…”

Your hand quickly gained a mind of its own as it chased after his fleeing one, grasping his hand so softly, “Dear, who said you aren’t needed? I already said I don’t mind, didn’t I?” Your prodding grin was enough to fluster the alchemist a little, or was it your hand on his that’s stirring such reactions within him? “Please, stay and help me.”

“Your Benevolence… you didn’t have to… beg.”

The way your eyes shone with such mirth and amusement only had Albedo gripping on the teacup’s handle even more, afraid to drop it as his hand trembled.

𐂂

Diluc

He may not know what it’s like to be in your position, but he sure can recognize what a person looks like when stress decides to hit them deep. Truly even beings from other world (aka you) cannot escape the wrath of a tedious workload.

Well, as someone greatly revered across the land of Teyvat, Diluc also held some form of admiration and respect towards you and it does bother him to see you in shambles.

You first expressed your distress to him when you decided to drop by the tavern he owned and had to down a couple of kegs just to feel numb to the stress you’re currently drowning in. It was concerning, considering not even the drunkard bard could measure up to the amount of drinks you had to down. But just before he sold out on his drinks, you opted to stop and paid him, grumbling on and on about having no other choice but to face the music.

He couldn’t offer anything at first but the alcohol you consumed, but he did make sure that should you visit the next time and had been feeling the same thing, he would do his best of his abilities to console you, no matter how outside it is within his actions and character.

Diluc’s preparations entailed much stronger wine (he doesn’t quite approve of your methods but he can understand, he has met too any patrons that just want to forget about their problems), a favorite food that he may or may not have tried to master with the help of Adelinde, and a couple of soothing aromatics to aid you. And little did he know, you would come back much sooner.

It was a lucky timing, really, when suddenly Diluc heard the scrambling of feet down on the main hall of his winery. He was currently in his office, and while he often took note of the shipments of ingredients from the other nations, he didn’t particularly remember any scheduled at the moment that could have caused this commotion.

Diluc debated between coming down to check on the fuss or to continue his paperwork, and ultimately decided on the latter, looking back down on the many contracts of partnership offered to him by other successful businesses. Surely Adelinde could handle it.

It wasn’t until the said head maid knocked onto the smooth mahogany doors of his office that he looked up and gave her the green light. He looked up to see the head maid, rather flustered, obvious by the way her cheeks bloomed and her eyes shine in complete admiration — it certainly was unlike her, considering that she was usually composed and when she did express happiness, it was much more courteous and reserved.

“Master Diluc, I hope you can forgive the interruption of your work but,” she took a good deep breath as a smile came onto her face, “Their Benevolence has visited us and is in search of you…”

Diluc’s eyes widened at Adelinde’s words and while now her expression made sense, he couldn’t shake off the tiny sense of giddiness and excitement that flooded through his chest when Adelinde mentioned that you, the great overseer, pharos of Teyvat, is looking for him of all people. Still, he managed to steel his expressions and nodded a little.

“I will be down in a moment then, Adelinde,” his response was met with a bow from the head maid, who soon disappeared from behind the doors, probably off to give you a taste of Dawn Winery’s hospitality.

He effortlessly signed away on the route contract for some of the goods that he wanted to obtain from Natlan and promptly left his seat. He couldn’t resist the urge to brush off his coat and straighten his collar. He didn’t need much fixing, he wasn’t exactly running around a lot compared to his activities once nighttime hits.

Diluc didn’t waste time as he grabbed the newest brew, especially just for you and headed downstairs to see the business of Dawn Winery’s most trusted staff, trying to pamper you with all their might.

And it was as if you could feel him staring amidst the distracting bustling in front of you that you looked up at the ledge, exactly where he was peering from. You flashed him an inviting smile and waved him down graciously, he ignored the warm feeling in his chest and descended the staircase quick, and as if practiced, the moment he got to the bottom, everyone stood aside and waited for him to be seated by your side.

Diluc was used to occupying the head of the table, but somehow, seeing you in it with him beside felt oddly right.

“Diluc, dearest, my apologies for suddenly barging into your grand abode, I was… in need of some distraction,” your frown was quick to tug onto the strings of concern in his heart.

“It’s not something to apologize about, Your Benevolence, you must know that my staff and I are always set on welcoming you.” Diluc was thankful his voice didn’t crack. He was sure his throat clammed up with the way you referred to him as your dearest. “I suppose the night you spent at the tavern a few days ago was not enough?”

“I’m afraid so, dearest. Sometimes I wish I knew less. I just managed to unravel quite the secret from my client that made it inherently hard for me to defend him, quite a mongrel that creature is.” The light sneer from you gave everyone a shiver but somehow Diluc found it endearing. You lived up to your name as the benevolent caretaker and overseer, but the times that you would shake the ground with your anger was something not to yawn at.

Diluc figured it was now the time to show you the gift he had, “I figured as much, I should hope this would do it,” he presented the bottle to you — the glass bottle was definitely regal, befitting of your status, with golden accents and everything. “I should hope it’s strong enough for you. It’s enough to knock out a human in one glass. My testers made sure of that.”

Your laugh was a blessing in everyone’s ears, “Oh my! How thoughtful of you, Diluc! I should hope the men who had to succumb to the testing were given much compensation.” You took the bottle from him so gingerly and smiled. It was nice to see him make an effort for you. You took Diluc’s hand and gently removed the glove.

Diluc hoped his red enough hair could cover the way his ears also matched its color. Even more when he felt your lips ghost over his knuckles. A kiss so soft it felt like it was there but also not.

“You’ll have to excuse my lack of gift, dearest. Rest assured, I will compensate for it nicely.” The way your eyes sparked with complete mischief was enough to render him speechless.

𐂂

Kaeya

What? Even the overseer gets stressed? Can’t relate. Kaeya was sympathetic, but definitely wasn’t so gentle in consoling you. He teased you for even struggling when you’re the oh-so great overseer of Teyvat. And normally, anyone who would say that either from Teyvat or your own world, you would’ve called for your personal executioner to cut their head off.

But Kaeya was different he’s just quirky like that, he was the semblance of normalcy in the world where you were constantly greeted by flushed faces and stammering words. He even acted like one of your colleagues back in your home world, an absolute shameless flirt. He was, ironically enough, the piece of home in Teyvat.

Even so, he understood the pressure. He’s seen Jean experience it, and even with his coolheaded tendency, he wasn’t exactly safe from the clutches of overwhelming stress — especially when things get extremely hectic for the Knights of Favonius.

So he takes you out to drinks, accompanied sometimes by Rosaria or Venti. But even then, he figured it wasn’t much help when he realized your companions (including him) are long passed out before you could even get the light buzz. What’s the sense in drinking if there’s no company, after all.

So he decided for another approach to help you out. He decided to do it the sober way, and took you out shopping.

“Why in the many worlds am I paying if you said this was your treat?” You heaved a sigh. You knew Kaeya was loaded, you’ve been to his house before, it was the epitome of comfort (which often led you to your numerous visits day and night).

“Oh come now, Your Benevolence~” the cavalry captain purred with a grin, in his hand held the many shopping bags that you’ve procured in your trip, and the other occupied itself with your arm. “I saw you having quite the crisis so I merely suggested we shop.”

You looked at him with a bewildered expression, “No? I’m quite certain you said, ‘Come now, [Name], let’s go shopping, my treat,’ verbatim.”

“But is it not a treat for you to be with me?” Kaeya’s laughter roared when he saw an even more incredulous expression your pretty face morphed into.

“No, absolutely not.”

Kaeya snickered, it was truly an entertaining sight to behold. Somehow he managed to get on with you so well — perhaps it was the fact that you were open and more present despite your high status. He saw the way people adore you, children weren’t so afraid in approaching you (though that may have been just their childhood naïveté) and you lived as if you were one of them.

Quite like him, actually.

“You said you had way more money than you know what to do with!” Kaeya’s grin was relentless as he guided you through the streets of Mondstadt. It truly was a wonderful day. Wonderful enough to help you burn through your towering savings. “Don’t you have bigwig clients in your world? Ones that pay you a hefty sum?”

“Yes, I do, except you forget they’re from my world with its own currency,” your hand itched to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Our currency isn’t exactly like here in Teyvat. We don’t use mora, Kaeya, my beloved.”

Resisting the urge to croon at your endearment, he insisted his argument, he is not going to pay for this as it seems, or maybe he would, but relished in teasing you. “Ah, then why don’t we ask your beloved followers for more mora?” His grip on your hand tightened out of excitement as when he saw the way people gawked at the way you to looked right now. “Maybe we should tell them if they don’t give enough mora, your powers will fade!”

You of all people knew that was a far cry from the truth. You draw your power from your own world, but the people of Teyvat might just believe it. And you could only look at the captain with a begrudging face, “Beloved, I believe what you are suggesting is plain old extortion.” A wry smile made its way to your lips. “And if I do so, the primordial one may rise and absolutely obliterate me.” Though even that’s impossible.

“Ah, let’s not go there then, wouldn’t want to lose my favorite outlander now, no?”

“Hoh? And I thought the traveler was your favorite outlander.”

Kaeya shrugged haphazardly, he knew it didn’t matter to you. It was clear in his eyes that you too favored the traveler amongst all — he chalked it up to kinship between outlanders. But there’s no doubt that he was your favorite amongst the people living his world.

“Same old thing, Your Benevolence. I tell you they’re my favorite, I tell them you’re my favorite.” He was cool and collected when those words left his lips, already anticipating the adorable pout you’d use to humor his teasings.

His nonchalance soon ended when you opted to turn his little jest on him, “Great minds do think alike. It’s the same strategy I use for you and your brother.”

Kaeya swears, the sun grew a little hotter with the way your conniving smirk entered his line of vision and the way his bottom lip stuck out into a pout was a mere gesture of himself trying to wet his dry lips.

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Venti

Much like Kaeya, the bard was quick to realize that getting you to drink your problems away was futile. He already woke up in your abode in Mondstadt, on your soft plush bed to be specific (which he definitely did not thoroughly indulge in) and found out that you were still sober when you carried him back home. (He also thinks something happened, but you refused to show it despite the way your eyes twinkled knowingly).

Of course after rolling around in your bed and wrapping himself with your blankets as tight as he could with a content smile on his face, and also marveling your things, some of them he didn’t recognize because of its sheer alienness, he decided to look for you.

And he found you just about ready to perish with how troubled you looked at the papers. He’s seen Jean already struggle and even see Kaeya complain about the nature of these troublesome paperworks. How glad was he that he was the God of Freedom, even from paperworks. Hah. He asks with a smile what’s troubling you, and even though you brush off his concerns, he offers to help with no promise of success.

He was right not to promise success when a completely different set of language and characters entered his sight when you slide him the bane of your existence at this very moment. He quickly handed it back to you and promised to be back with your favorite meal.

Except he decided to take it one step further instead of just bringing it to your study and let you work with the company of him and his food. He did a little math — if he could add himself and his food and subtract your abhorrent workload in the form of case files, it equaled into a nice outing at Starsnatch Cliff.

The soft winds of the high cliff caressed your face gently. You were quite sure the Anemo Archon himself had a hand on this kind of breeze but you didn’t mind. You appreciated the calming effect it had on you. A breeze so caring can only be a luxury in your mess of a world, especially when the carriers of your world’s winds perished at the hands of the high order of the blessed ones.

But that was a story to tell for another time. It was truly why you greatly enjoyed staying in Teyvat, uncaring of your sudden disappearances in your cruel, cruel world. Despite the fact that you know there’s trouble brewing underneath this world that you oversaw in behalf of the primordial one, you for now appreciated the peace.

Venti had to wrestle you away from your case files and even had to make sure you didn’t sneak in a couple pages of it in your person. You liked his adamance in you being away from work, and even you had to admit defeat. You’d like to have your sanity intact until the day of your client’s trial, thank you very much.

The blanket you laid on protected you from the grass and helped Venti bring out the many snacks he had either snagged from your pantry or make himself. Of course, he couldn’t resist but tuck inside a little bottle of the intoxicating elixir he found in your cabinet.

“Truly the view from this height never ceases to amaze me,” your smile was serene and content, and all that Venti could ever ask for. “And the breeze is so fresh and invigorating, certainly something the people of my world would die to have.”

Venti has heard of the tragic tale of what happened to your world… and was overcome with great sadness when you reveal the concept of freedom only exists to people like you, influential and highly powerful, and oh, the great element he embodied ceased. He once joked it must’ve been like Mare Jivari, but ultimately regretted it when you said it was getting close to it.

So he made sure your visits in his land would be filled with love-filled breeze, kisses from the gentle wind that he himself would deliver. A great god you are, an overseer and an ally of Teyvat’s creator, beloved by all, and yet you lived in a place filled with suffering and it did not sit right with the archon who advocated for a near hedonistic approach.

“Your Benevolence, if given the chance, would you stay here in the world that you oversaw?”

Your smile was breathtaking and ironically, almost knocked the wind out of Venti, “Of course. In my many years of overseeing other worlds, none has captured my heart quite like Teyvat.” Your gaze dug into him and he relished in it, loving the way you couldn’t let him out of your sight.

“Would you stay in my land then?” Venti’s smile was coy and prying this time, a boyish charm in his aura sparked up. “There’d be no shortage of the breeze you long in your world~!” He coos his offer to you.

“Is my songbird becoming greedy?” You returned the smile with your own playful one, “How unprofessional! Though coupled with your sweet songs, you might just give every archon a run for their mora. I cannot say no to the luxury of freedom either, I suppose~”

You just knew what to say, didn’t you? Somehow Venti found himself sitting up straight, eager and leaning towards you, aching to hear more of your approval, the way you sing your sweet praises to him, to his land and his people — to Mondstadt and its history, your appreciation for him that’s more than the rest. He wanted all of it.

You took a hash brown from your plate of delicacies and inched the food near him, Venti quickly took the offer and took a bite out of your offer, humming his gratitude with an easy smile. No doubt if people were to see the sight, he would be the envy, being hand fed by the being they all worship just as much as the creator and the archons.

But it wasn’t your actions that he found unfair and addicting, but the words that left your lips soon after.

With a soft gaze that could rival any god that claimed to be so benevolent and kind, you spoke to him with such unreachable vulnerability, “My most treasured songbird, Barbatos, I could not be more thankful for the freedom your land and people have given me in each of my visits. I should hope on the day the blessed ones have laid upon my own judgment, that you accept me with your loving breeze.”

Venti’s heart raced as you lay your heart open for him. He does not know the tales of your life fully, and does not know how fate will come upon you, but all he knows for certain, that as a god who worships you, he could never forsake you.

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