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wiklm · 3 months

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hello everyone!! i’ve compiled some genshin age headcannons with the help of @interstate35south !!!! because you’re all wrong and i’m SICK of every character only being in their early 20s or several thousand years old with no in between. this will not be nearly the whole cast it’ll probably be like 10 characters or so bc i don’t have time for all that (i’m a liar). ok here we go

- first up let’s talk about ragbros!! this post is gonna be mostly bullet points but we had more to say about these 2. FIRST of all: Diluc was missing for 10 years after Crepus’ death instead of 4. How do i know this?? he told me himself trust me. No but actually him being missing much longer feels more impactful for Diluc and Kaeya’s festering issues they’ve got going on ykwim?? as a wise man (intertstate35south) once said, he’s been gone for 4 years starting at 18?? big whoop that’s just college. Second: Diluc is like 43 ish, kaeya is 40 ish. Diluc came back to mond at ~28 and kaeya was ~25! between then by the time traveler arrives in mond it’s been about 15 years.

- next up cyno tighnari and collei!! i’m ill about them!! i actually have no clue at all what their approximate ages are BUT i’ve seen enough people hc them as being in their mid 20s that i felt the need to make this post in the first place (i am a drama queen)!! in my head i have decided that at the time cyno went to mondstadt to seal collei’s archon residue collei was ~12 (with some wiggle room b/c of how long she was with dottore) and cyno and tighnari were 36 and 34 respectively. as of traveler arriving in sumeru ik sayinf it’s been 3 years and cyno is at 39 and tighnari at 37 and BEFORE YOU TELL ME cyno is the youngest general mahamatra in ages YES that’s true but he could’ve still been the youngest and just been on the job for 15 or so years since being appointed!! he was still appointed young but he wasn’t made general mahatma last week ykwim??

- ok i’m done with the super long ones i’m so sorry for that!! next up we got beidou and ningguang. if i see one more of you call them milfs and then in the same breath say they are twenty seven the heat death of the universe is going to happen and it will be because of me. to be honest i can see them anywhere in the range of 35-47 i don’t really have a specific one for them!! but seriously stop calling them milfs and also 27 years old you can’t do that

- albedo!! i do think him being immortal and some unspecified very large age would be fun but in the case of him being a normal age even if he is immortal i give him a solid 34-37

- jean and lisa early-mid 40s!! it’s just more fun when lisa has substantially less time left yk it ups the stakes

- less of an age headcanon more of a dumb pet peeve of mine but if ONE more of you mfs calls zhongli an old man and then draws baby face twink zhongli.. lord.

-wriothesley 32 trust trust trust . he’s on the younger side for my age hcs bc i think he is still young just not like early 20s young yk

-thoma is in the same age range as diluc/kaeya/jean/lisa bc i am a diluc jean and thoma childhood friends truther

ok that’s all!! may reblog with more some day but for now this is all i got!! don’t take this too serious i’m goofing around and i think about this god awful game FAR too much it’s terrible actually

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yzssie · 5 years

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OCEAN EYES Pt. 4

Characters: Loki/Reader(Y/N)

Chapters: 4/7

Warnings: smut and smut (dominant Loki), mentions of self-harm, a little angst (added some fluff to compensate it)

Short summary: You find yourself in the midst of another attack by Loki, but little did both of you knew that things will get complicated, a strange attraction to each other will change everything.

Words: 2.9k

Disclaimer: I DO NOT ROMANTICIZE OR ENCOURAGE SELF HARMING! Mental health problems are very serious and real. If you have any struggles and you want to talk with someone, I am right here and I truly wish to help you!

A/N:

Late Valentine’s gift! Though it’s a chapter more, domestic to call it like that, the next one will be smutty /smirks/. Sorry for the cliffhanger T_T Trouble coming up? What do you think?

Please do tell me if I mistakenly added you to the Loki/Tom tag instead of “FANFIC GONE... GOOD?” or if you meant to be added on the general tag and I misunderstood you want only for the teacher au. I said I have only a general tag list, but then I had a lot of tag requests only for “FANFIC GONE... GOOD?” so I am a little bit disorganized. Please mention which tag you prefer (the specific fanfiction or the general one for Loki and Tom), or if you want to be changed or removed from the list! SEND ME A MESSAGE OR COMMENT! Thank you and sorry darlings!

Also, we are going to have the next chapter for “Fanfic Gone... Good?” next week, stay tuned! I wanted to make it slightly longer so I am currently thinking of expanding it in 3 chapters, that’s why I couldn’t double gift you this week! Thank you everyone for all the support, it means a lot to me!! SENDING LOTS OF LOKI LOVE! ❤ ❤ ❤

*part 7 is out, check Masterlist*

You eye him while he takes his seat again and notice that the food was left exactly how it was before you threw your little fit. You get rid of that memory and aim for more basic and calm conversation in order to make up for whatever you two fought off.

“So… what is this?” you point to a plate which looked delicious.

“It's a rolled pastry with beef, vegetables, some you don’t know because they're Asgardian and cheese?” his eyebrows furrow at his explanation. “It sounds terribly normal but I have to keep it simple for your Midgardian tastes.”

“I'm fine with everything honestly. And I would like to know more about this one,” you take a bite of the roll and your eyes widen. “It's so goooood,” you throw your head back and Loki can't help but smile shortly at your overreaction.

“Ok, I would actually like to know about everything here,” your eyes scan the table and a hint of pride can be seen in Loki's glimpse. He feels pleased with your own satisfaction.

“There will be enough time.”

You look at him and can't help but feel content at his remark. This has to mean something, he wouldn't keep you with him just to toy with you, right?

“I recommend this,” his golden magic shoves a plate in front of you and you smile.

“It's beautiful.”

“The dish? Well, I wouldn't call it beautif…”

“Your magic.”

He raises an eyebrow and you cough.

“I mean, the colours and the way it works. Better than that blue thingy you have on your scepter.”

The Tesseract? Have you just assumed his magic is better than a cosmic box combined with an Infinity Stone? He shakes his head in amusement at your statement and continues eating his food. Sure, he worked intensely on developing his magic skills while he was “dead” and he reached a point where he can be called one of the best sorcerers in the nine realms, yet he also analyzed the Space Stone and he indeed grasped a better hold on its power. He took his time giving the fact that he was hidden from everyone over the assumption of being dead, but, even if he still needs time to comprehend them, he wanted to show off his new powers. And what wouldn't be a better target than the planet he almost owned and the race that caused his mother to sacrifice herself?

His hatred is paused by another satisfied sound escaping on your lips when you bring a piece of cake in your mouth.

“What did I tell you about…”

“I am sorry but I usually don't eat a lot. And since I wanted this cake so much I should refrain from eating much of a meal before it. You know, counting calories and macros, I bet you don't worry about getting weight and so on. Trivial things for a God right?”

“My strength requires a lot of replenishment.”

“Obviously,” you take another bite.

“I would much prefer you to be as replenished as I am than starving for such an idiotic human goal.”

You roll your eyes and take a bite from another cake.

“You know Loki, life on Earth is really hard. I mean, you underestimate the hardships a Midgardian goes through.”

“Is this why you hurt yourself?” he asks and you stop your fork from getting another piece of cake.

You're afraid to reach this subject with anyone, moreover with the God of Mischief.

“Let's make a deal,” his voice interrupts your thoughts but you still don't raise your head to meet his eyes, “You answer a question I ask and I will also answer one of yours.”

You finally look up at him and chew on your lip.

“I assure you that I can get all the information I need with only a touch, so you should be thankful that I am feeling a little bit… generous today.”

“Ok…” your fingers are starting to fiddle with the fabric of your robe and wait for him to start.

“Why did you self-harm?” the question sucks all the air from your chest and you gulp.

“Life,” the word barely escaped from your lips with a choke.

“You're testing my patience.”

“I'm sorry…” you whisper.

“What exactly in your life made you do that?”

Silence.

“Well, I did warn you,” his body vanishes and by the next second your back meets his chest, one hand wraps around your stomach and the other one sticks to your forehead. You feel a weird pressure trying to get in your head and you lean on Loki's shoulder when your memories start to project in your mind. From high school when comments about your appearance made you starve yourself, to college when you felt useless, stupid and hopeless, to your boring work life. The times your heart broke because of failed relationships, the times you felt your existence a failure to your parents and friends. Nights you barely slept, anxiety attacks, moments you let your blood flood the sink, scenarios on how you could just end your life… he watched everything. You pant when the memories stop and struggle to get away from his grasp.

“No…” a muffled sound meets his neck and he does something you both get surprised of: he hugs you tightly, warmness from his body taking over your, making you totally give in.

“Stop,” his voice is stern and you do as you're told. “I would have done it anyway, sooner or later.”

You lay in his hold absent-minded, realizing that he knows everything now. You are ashamed, embarrassed, you never told anyone details about your depression.

“I am… not exactly proud that I invaded your privacy in this forceful way and pained you by reminding of those…”

“You mean that you're sorry?” you would have laughed at his attempt to avoid this word if you weren't in the given situation.

“I do…” there's a long break and then a soft whisper, “Apologize.”

He would have never said that to a mere mortal. But he can almost feel all your misery radiating through your delicate frame. He now concluded how easily to break you are, not just physically but also mentally. There was a slight panic in his chest when he blood on your skin. He now has second thoughts on this whole matter. At first, he didn't mind breaking you, wrecking you, that was his plan, but now it’s different. Why? He keeps questioning his actions. Why? You're messing his plans, his… crave for power and domination.

“Well…” you shift awkwardly.

He clears his throat and let's go of you, even if the absence of your touch makes him sigh.

“I guess this didn't work as I wanted,” you sit back in your chair and drink a glass of wine to bear with another awkward exchange.

“Let's say I would prefer you not to drink a lot, it doesn't seem like you can handle alcohol,” his hand pushes the glass away. “I will answer some of your questions if you behave.”

You look at him standing to your left and search his eyes. God, how can someone have such a beautiful pair of eyes? The blue irises are like an unknown yet mysterious place that fascinates you, wishing you would never stop falling into their profoundness even if you know it’s dangerous.

“You're staring.”

“Oh, yes,” you break the eye contact. “So, we're in Asgard.”

He nods.

Great. You've been drifted to another realm, though it sounds tempting to explore.

“Probably somewhere pretty far from the palace you're supposed to be at.”

He nods again and sits on the chair near you, prepared for more nonverbal replies.

“What happened to you after the…” you pause, “Avengers crash and so on?”

“Nothing special. Imprisoned and then,” he takes his time to think the answer, “Freed by the oaf of my brother.”

“And what have you been up to?”

“Studying magic and getting stronger.”

“For?”

Good question. He wanted to attack Earth again, revenge his mother’s death but now everything seemed stupid in your company. But why? You are nothing but a mortal, as Thor's lover is. He somehow understands why his brother was so protective of Jane when the dark elves approached. But his mother… Did she also feel as Thor felt? As he still feels now? When she sacrificed herself for a mortal? Was it for Thor's happiness?

Of course, the mighty real son of Odin and Frigga.

No.

He wants to hit himself for a moment that he actually assumed his mother didn't care as much for him as she did for Thor. She was the only one, the only person in his life who truly loved him.

“You…” he snaps.

“For me?” your face contorts in bewilderment.

“No. What's it with you? Is this a trick? Are you sent by one of my enemies? By Father?” he jolts, hitting the chair on the floor and you yelp. “Tell me,” he grabs your chin threateningly.

“Loki… you took me here.”

“Yes, yes I did! Because there is something about you, something that attracts me. Did he cast some spell on you?”

“Loki please, calm down.”

“Calm down?! You dare to inflict me with your affection? Affection? For whom? For what reason?” he’s screaming now and you're shaking at his outburst.

“I'm…” your lip quivers but no words are coming out.

“You're what?” his fist pounds the table.

“Understanding you,” you finally manage to respond, making him frown.

“I know how you feel. You're misunderstood because of your actions. But those actions were simply a reflection of the pain you're going through.”

He laughs ironically, “Understand me? You?”

“I was in New York when you fought with the Avengers. And I saw… your eyes. It was for a couple of seconds while Thor evacuated the building. And I just… felt it… knew it from your eyes.”

“You're completely stupid.”

“Meeting you twice… I will not call it destiny, merely a chance to…”

“To?” his tone is low.

“Know your true self. I know it sounds crazy, who do I think I am? You're a God, I'm a very non-significant human, more non-significant as usual people are. I don't know, to be honest, I am also clueless about my actions towards you. They're just led by… my inexplicable feelings.”

“Feelings?” a strangled sound comes from his throat. “For someone who almost killed you? For a monster like me?” his pale skin changes to blue and the ocean you adore becomes crimson.

So that's how a Frost Giant looks. Nobody from Earth seems to be aware of Loki’s true identity except you. When you were hiding under an office for safety while Thor was fighting Loki, you overheard the small conversation between them, including Loki stating that he's a Frost Giant, a species which they both hated. Your eyes follow the lighter blue stripes on his face and can't help to trace them with your fingers.

Loki's eyes widen and for a moment he leans in to feel your touch but hastily grabs your wrists to stop you.

“I will freeze you.”

You chuckle. “In case you haven't observed, my body’s temperature is literally 15 Celsius degrees.”

He is not amused by your joke and your lips tighten.

“Ok… it was not appropriate for this mome…” your words stop when Loki's hands wrap around your waist and his head rest on your stomach, his Frost Giant form gradually disappears. Unsure about how your movements could push him away, you hesitantly bury your fingers into his hair and gently play with his long black curls.

Your scent is taunting him, you feel like… a place where he'll always be welcomed back whatever happens, a place that waits for him, longs for him... You feel like home.

“You are not to discuss about this moment,” his voice is muffled in your embrace and you smile.

“Of course I am not,” you roll your eyes. “What will happen to your enormously evil reputation if words are out about cuddling with such a weak Midgardian?” you massage his scalp and he hums in approval.

“Can you show me around?” you mumble while you're still stroking his hair.

“Why would you give up your life to accompany someone like me?” he ignores your question and you take some minutes to finally respond.

“Because I have pretty weird standards as you might have already noticed.”

“Indeed,” he agrees and lets go of you. His hand tangles in your hair and pushes your lips onto his, gently tugging on your lower one. His hands travel to your thighs, your muscles tense at his touch. He grabs and wraps them around his waist, jolting you up on the table. Your arms tug his leather blouse, while the kiss is getting sloppy, slow, as if he has to retrace a lost map. His tongue is looking for yours which gladly joins his dance for dominance. You thought this kiss will steal your soul, you have never been kissed like this before, needy but in the same time steady, passionate. His fingers brush your back and you shiver in his arms, moment which he breaks the kiss.

“It's not entirely safe to do so… but take a quick shower and I will show you around,” he grazes his fingers on your right thigh. “A quick one.”

You nod and storm for the bathroom while Loki grins stupidly at your excitement.

What did I get into?

After what lasted like 10 minutes you return to the dining room where Loki sits on the couch, reading a book.

“What are these clothes Loki? Renaissance times much?”

“Those are Asgardian clothes.” He takes a glimpse at your figure and his gaze drops on your revealing shoulders marked by his bites. You squirm uncomfortably under his stare and he stands up.

“You would have to stay near me and don't touch anything or speak to anyone, understood?”

You nod as he grabs your waist and your body feels weightless for some seconds before a weird sensation hits you and you hold onto his shoulders strongly. Your eyes shut close and your breath stops while his arms are now rubbing your back.

“We’re here,” he states and your legs go jelly but he holds you in place. “Breathe.”

He has just teleported the both of you in an Asgardian square but your body is not adjusting really well to his magic.

“I might throw up,” you gasp but a sudden warmth envelops your chest and you instantly feel better.

Did he just use his magic to make me feel better? Oh God, I'm starting to like him more than I already do.

“This is an Asgardian square, though it is not as fancy as it is in the center. We’re in a very reserved place in the mountains.”

You glance at him and gape at his changed appearance.

He rolls his eyes at your reaction, “I cannot be seen here, especially with someone like you.”

His features could be still seen slightly due to his blue haunting eyes which remained the same but he now he has shorter curly copper hair and a beard. His face is less visible from the black leather hood he wears.

“So are we shopping?” you smile widely while you take in the surroundings.

He grabs your hand and drags you back, almost sticking your body to his.

“There are some people here who can feel if someone is not Asgardian.”

“Are they dangerous?”

“They might be. My magic is covering your smell but I would prefer you close.”

You ignore his death stare and return your attention to the blue decorated stands with different objects. The sellers are wearing simple brown and beige clothes. You wouldn't know that they're Asgardians if you weren't on another planet.

“I actually do need some things like make-up? Skincare products? Comfy clothes?”

“I much prefer you naked, body and face.”

You roll his eyes and he tilts his head.

“Did you just…?”

“So if you can transport things,” you interrupt him, “Can't you like have a short trip to Earth and steal a Chanel make-up stand? Or a…”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I was just trying. I mean… since you would do this, at least let it be something expensive.”

“Choose whatever you want from here.”

“Loki… I have no idea what these are… what language is this?”

“Give her whatever she needs.” his gaze fixes the seller and a green glow flashes in her eyes.

“Of course, your majesty.”

Did he just cast a spell on her? Her mind-controlled gaze fixes on your face as she studies it. She quickly packs a few bottles in a box and she handles it to Loki.

“Let's leave.”

“Well if you can steal from a merchant in the square I assume you can do the same to a whole line of cosmetics which probably gains 100.000 times more than this woman.”

“Your tone pet, you better lower it and stop complaining,” he groans and grabs your waist to crash your body into his. For a moment you thought he would kiss you but it appears he’s sensing something and checks his surroundings from the underneath of his hood.

“Loki?”

“We’re getting out of here, now!”

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