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2024 — GENSHIN IMPACT MEN!VARIOUS X READER

FROM THE WALL — DAILY DRABBLES

‘I LOVE YOU—!’

FROM HOYO NEWS STATION written by nhoirr

ways they say "i love you" — !

Content contains — suggestive. fluff. established-relationship. implications of marriage.

In times of relishing upon each other's presence, once peace destroyed by the tug of growing boredom. Although caused by a looming thought you once entertained, now grew too loud in your head.

"A penny for your thoughts?" He muses, hand swiping over to tuck the strands of your hair behind your ear. Buttering you up to spill what causes the cease of your brows, though amused by your puckered lips in troubled thought.

"I was thinking," you start with a quick glance at his reassurance, easily admitting the thought that plagues your mind — to that, he pulls you closer to him, silently telling you to continue.

"How much do you love me?"

there was a momentary pause in his movements, though not at all troubled — his eyes boring through your skull was a gaze mixed with perplexing interest, but more or less humor.

"And why do you think I married you?" he carries on, hand glazing over underneath your thigh to pull you on his lap — silencing you with a swipe of his thumb over your lips, "Isn't it simple enough, or .. do you give in?"

He hears no response, his eyes merely squinting at you — not at all from disappointment, yet one you couldn't read. His fingers nimbly hovered along your hand, playing with your ring finger — specifically, the finger that held your wedding ring.

"I WANT A LIFETIME WITH YOU," he reminisces of the distant past when you captivated his heart, the memory of you walking down the aisle. The day implanted in his mind as the most important day of his entire life — white light surrounding you paired with white roses, he swore he heard the trumpets of the heavens — you were his strength at his lowest, as well as the light of his life.

ROMANTIC & DOMESTIC — words that spill from his lips coated in the taste of saccharine flavorful honey, cool suave based-off hands on experience or by the handbook — a smooth gentleman he was introduced to you as, kissing the back of your hand as he would ask to take his shot of courting you. The first promise he'd utter were the oaths as he took your hand, then he would continue to pledge at the aisle and sealed with a kiss; ring enveloping your finger spoke the millions of promises he makes for you again and again, and always manages to fulfill them effortlessly.

♡ — KAEYA, ayato, HEIZOU, LYNEY,

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"do you have weird dreams?" your lover suddenly starts a conversation, causing you to look up from the book you were reading.

You pause, "and.." you whisper to start, but ponder for a moment at his words, "what exactly are these 'weird dreams' you're saying?"

this time, it was him who falls silent.

"I've been dreaming," you tilt your head as if telling him to continue, "are they not so good dreams?" you query with a hint of humor, raising a brow when you notice the growing bags under his eyes.

"no, they.." he clears his throat, and if you squint hard enough, you'd see the tips of his ears were dusted pink.

".. I dream of you, lately." and to this, you couldn't help but hum in amusement.

"really?" you slur your words, nudging his elbow, "I see you love me very much," you tease with a laugh, not at all expecting for a response other than a flustered flinch.

".. I do," like two glowing tomatoes, your cheeks flared red. "actually I.." he starts again, swallowing thickly before he speaks again in cough, "I ADORE YOU."

".. did the dreams affect you this much..?" you try to laugh out, trying to hide your fluster by fanning your face with your hand. Pretending it was the heat making you flush.

he scoffs but you take it more as a laugh.

"no," he tells you and you think he's lying, "this is better than a dream.."

"You're already a dream come true."

= : I ADORE YOU. i dream of you, i live for our love, you set my heart on fire, you're a dream come true.

SWEETNESS HELD BY THE EYES, giddiness of a teen from fleeting glances and momentary conversations — dare say innocence in the face of love, doe eyes taking all it can in the face of its first love; Though, inexperience births some moments that makes one queasy — as if one of those cliché romance novels, yet one you could never get enough of.

♡ — Freminet, itto, KAVEH, bennett,

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It was once again during the silent nights do you find yourself coming home to your lover — tiredness washing over you when you miss sight your lover's greeting, almost falling over when he catches you in his arms; finally remembering another person lives with you now, you have a lover.

"I'm guessing you had a 'fun' adventure?" he comments off-handedly, yet gently adjusting his hand to your waist. Vision blurring when you stumble in your steps — yet instead of his arms, you feel yourself wrapped in soft sheets, senses falling captive to sleep easily.

Silently thanking the blurred figure of your lover, internally noting to pay him back in the morning.

In your tired state, you don't notice the often habit your lover falls into during these late nights. The increasing times where you'd often come home tired due to lack of sleep, paired with long adventures — Your lover has come to adjust to your unhealthy schedule, instead balancing to your needs by preparation of dinner or breakfast, if he'd wake before you.

Late nights like these, he takes it upon himself to make up for all those lost times you were away.

"I LOVE YOU, ALWAYS." he speaks the words lost to the sleeping figure, professing his love when it could not be heard.

Softly, he cradles your form closer to his chest, acting as if you were his heart as he listens for your heartbeat until he too falls to slumber.

Every night, without a fail, he would always catch you when you stumble, kissing your forehead as you sleep and tell you about his day. For even if you don't hear his words, just seeing your face, that you're alive and breathing — its enough for him.

LOYALTY BLANKETS YOU WITH WARMTH, the reassurance silently told, yet actions spoke louder than any words could convey — constantly his gaze lingers for your form through any crowd, he spots your voice effortlessly like a needle from a haystack. Muting out all others, focusing on the time spent with you and no one else. Love was always a strong word, yet he'd never get enough of telling you those three words again and again — how many times you want, he'd do.

♡ — WANDERER, baizhu, tighnari, GOROU,

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You knew your lover was not a stable man; well, mentally.

Often times, it showed when you were lone. In the comfort of your shared room, a private space where it was only you two beneath the moon. It was then does the words spill from his lips, away from prying eyes does he speak the words he's been thinking about all day.

In your loving arms, does the man fall to his knees; where the burden of the word disappears the moment he's wrapped in your embrace.

"stay," he says when he thinks you're going to leave, his hand tugging your sleeve to motion you in place.

"you haven't had dinner," you reason his need to satiate his hunger, to atleast eat something after a long day outside. but still, you make no move to stand, idly combing through his hair and his hold on you tightens.

"YOU'RE ALL I NEED," he cuts you off, clinging to the sleeves of your shirt, his head laying on your chest; ears pressed to where your beating heart laid.

and you don't say a word for the matter, letting him cling to you for as long as he needed—all as he wanted.

"YOURE ALL I WANT." yes, you were his one and only want—all he ever desired, the only good thing god had given him.

His other half, the other piece to complete his missing heart. because without you—he doesn't think he'd make it to another day.

Without you, he was nothing.

DEVOTION SEEPS THROUGH YOU LIKE A BURNING FIRE, never too much and never too little — even so, the flames of his faithful devotion to you never burns out. As if he were the candle light and you were his candle, a flame is never made without one — and shall the wind blow, it will never be strong enough to dim the flame.

♡ — scaramouche, DILUC, THOMA?

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Within the darkest of the night where the streets held no light, a time of midnight where everyone laid rest — in this gentle glow of the moonlight, you were left alone with none other than..

"ILL WALK YOU HOME," he seems to read your worried face, having the same thoughts he offers you company to fill the silent night.

Not like he'd ever allow any danger to ever come close to you.

You give him a small mutter of thanks, taking his hand and interlocking your pinkies as you walked side by side, "I'd like that very much."

The man, despite not being great, tries to fill in the silence. A small attempt to comfort your quivering form, alert for any movements in the dark.

So he pulls you closer to his side, grabbing your attention—"don't worry," and he'll make sure it remains that way.

"I'll take care of you," with the way you were now clinging to his arm like a koala, his plan worked.

Now the only worry was to ease the awkward tension, "did you have fun today?" he starts to converse with you, but doesn't take his eyes off the road—although it doesn't mean his attention was just on the road.

"I did," you answer him truthfully, he could take an accurate guess you were smiling bashfully even if he didn't look.

He opens his mouth to speak again, but the sudden halt from your steps causes him to look back at you. "so.. we're here," you speak to answer his silent question.

oh, did time fly that fast? perhaps the rest of what he wanted to tell you could wait for tomorrow.

There was always a tomorrow he'd eagerly awake to with you, days he'd rise just to seek your presence once again.

"I see, then.."

For now, he'll just speak the few words out of millions on his mind.

"yes.." you pause for a moment, looking back at him to see if he was still there, and seeing he was, reassured—you speak again, "thank you for walking me home, goodnight."

He watches you silently but vigilant, as if a guardian of a treasury protecting its gold.

"wait,"

To the sound of his voice, he spots you glancing again, as if asking him to speak his mind before you go to rest. ".. what is it?"

.. so he does, "I'm thankful for you," he steps a little closer to you, enough to see your face for tonight, "for today."

He thinks its not so bad to speak his mind, at a times; especially when it makes you smile like that.

He clears his throat, face incredibly close to yours to the point that you could see your reflection in his eyes, staring at you.

But with the many words he wishes to say, most of those are reserved for the future; he'll tell you the rest when the timing is right.

"and.. I wish you a goodnight."

CHIVALRY WAS WHAT HE SPOKE, as if he came from a text-book fairytale, graceful actions of a prince when he'd swiftly descends the carriage first to extend a hand to the crowned — treating you no-less like royalty. Loves and cheesy lines were not often what fell from his lips, branding them as something far too cliché — yet he doesn't hesitate in saying he'd kiss the ground you walk on, revel in your presence and keep you out of harms way; be it a prince or your knight, he'd gladly be both.

♡ — KAZUHA, al-haitnam, CYNO, wriothesley,

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For an immortal to fall in love with a mortal, time would always seem to pass far too fast.

More so when the time is taken from you both by the heart you had for adventure; as much as you loved him, you could never cure your heart that was still a child-the heart of yours craving for its wanderlust.

But for that same reason of love, he lets you; because he loves you, he'll readily part for you as you wish and will eagerly await the promise of your return.

"ILL WAIT FOR YOU." the weight of time he would have to lose was fine for him, as long as you come back.

For the heart would always wait, love is what makes the ride worthwhile, afterall.

Even if there begins doubt, the fact remains and will forever stay the same.

".. are you sure?" you ask him the question that were already weighing heavy in his mind, but he's already thought about it a million times over.

he wasn't sure what the future told, only he knew what would always remain the same was that — "... I believe in you." he believes with his whole heart and being, no matter what would happen, you would always return to the same place.

that is what he tells you, but truthfully, he didn't wish the partings, an inevitability he considered but never this soon. all he could do was stare as you left—a hole made in his heart. A part of it was reserved for his other whole, letting you go with a part of himself with you as you went.

When the man kissed your forehead he wishes something to the gods, "drive safe," — that there may be no peril in your way, for when he sees you again, he hopes without any pain; only good stories will remain for you to tell him about your ventures to the world.

And every night he'll pray; for you to have sweet dreams.

ETERNITY PASSES YET LOVE REMAINS, no matter far you are nor long you are separated — you will always have a place in his heart, devotion could not be the word to describe the immense trust he has; Trust, enough to gift him poison and he'd gladly take a sip, and if you were to ever ask why — he already has, he says. The moment you captivated his heart, the moment he kneeled for you that day.. he already drank the poison that love was.

♡ — DAINSLEIF, ZHONGLI, XIAO, childe, ALBEDO, venti, NEUVILETTE, AETHER.

a/n — the fact that picking which character was described in the promp was the hardest part, and also the part that took the longest in this fic

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nhoirr · 4 months

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‘LOVER MORNINGS’ | gojo satoru x reader

What are mornings like with the Gojo Satoru?

#.self-indulgent-crack! #.mornings with satoru, #.fluff. #.established relationship! w/boyfriend Satoru Gojo.

! — a little bit suggestive? touchy scenes.

Its 3 in the morning and the sun is yet to rise fully to the skies, theres a moment where the world seems to pause when you start to admire the way the skies bleed into pink and orange hues — when dusk seems to color the clouds with purple, its a time you could still see the faint glimmer of the stars until it fades away into the colors of the sky.

It takes you a long while before you get out of bed, taking a peek at the man who lay besides you. Still far off in the land of dreams, you best believed you don't dare stir him awake.

Its 4 AM when you find yourself in the shower, just finished wrapping the towel around your form when you take a glance at the mirror.. and then another, taking another swift look to see from the corner of your eye, to your surprise, you meet gazes with your lover; still half-awake. Yet before you could usher him back to bed — he speaks before you.

"..me," you can't help but tilt your head in confusion.

"—come back to bed," he grumbles, voice a little hoarse and he's leaning at the doorframe for what was left of his conscious self.

"s'too early," you knew what he meant, the only precious times you both had were only shared in the mornings, afterall. Still, you can't help the small twitch of your lips forming into a soft smile — "come sleep with me,"

and you comply.

His hand reaches towards your form, meeting your skin in soft fleeting touches — and comfortably rests at your back and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Pleased with the situation when he lets out a small noise similar to a purr of a cat; to any outsider, your lover probably looked like a touch-starved cat.

"You smell,, good." you knew beforehand he'd like it, since the soap you used was his. and perhaps he had always been this man who liked marking what's his with his scent.. But thats a secret you'll keep to yourself.

"Are you still sleepy?" you ask, watching the way he begrudgingly parts from the side of your shoulder — like a candy being taken from a child. "Yeah," and thats all it takes for you to be convinced, that's all it takes for you to agree to his affections. Your hand grazes his cheeks, cupping them to grab his attention.

"Let's go to bed then," you're melting to his whims, falling to his arms and not a moment later, he pulls you in by the wrist and into the soft sheets of your shared bed. Whispering words into your ear akin to the dulcet tones of a cello, ushering you back into his loving embrace; and back to slumber.

(faintly, you could recognize the last words he tells you when he thinks you've fallen captive to sleep first — "I love you," he whispers so, so gently. So fragile when he pulls you in closer to his chest, his chin kissing the crown of your head when he too, falls to slumber beneath the comforting sheets of your shared bed.)

Its at 5:31 AM you find yourself at the kitchen, cooking for morning breakfast — a few batch of pancakes for plates of two. And just on cue, the bedroom doors open revealing messy locks of your lover — white hair morphed into what could be similar to a porcupine's back.

"goodmorning." its at 6 AM you find yourself smiling at your own words — to a good morning, indeed. "did you sleep well?" he hums in response, groggily rubbing on his eyelids.

"mornin," you find your back pulled into his chest, hands clasped around your waist, face buried into your neck does he breathe in a satisfied sigh. Though like a toddler he was, he peeks at what you've laid before him — eyeing the pancakes decorated with a strawberry on top.

"Ya' woke up early for this?" a pout tugs on his lips when his hold wrinkles your shirt — well, his shirt that you were wearing. "Yeah, I got hungry."—you lied, like the liar you are.

In all honesty, you just couldn't fall asleep after hearing those words. For how could you? when all you could hear was the racing beat of your heart, far too fast to be syncing with his own.

But still, he sat on the kitchen stool from the other side, eyeing you in a way you can't help but ask — "what are you staring for?"

"aren't you gonna eat?" he retorts that has you laughing. Yeah, what a baby he was.

"alright, i'll eat with you."

6 AM in the early mornings you find yourself sat on the couch, with the child of a man laying on your lap as if it were his private property. Disturbing your artistic work and momentary inspiration — you pray for the gods to give you patience the moment his hand knocks over the notebook in your hands.

"my legs are going numb–hey, knock it off!" you hiss, trying to push his head away — but like the stubborn roach man he is, he doesn't let go. "how long are you going to lay here like that?"

"ti'll you show me!" he's glaring at your sketch book from behind, obscuring his perfect view of you — the thing that has been taking his curiosity and your attention away. "what are ya' drawing anyways?"

"stick your nose where it belongs, satoru." he lets out an offended gasp at that. But still, you steer your sketch around to show him — a sketch of himself.

— as a stickman. "is that supposed to be me?" and you try to resist the urge to punch this man.

"do you think it's anyone else?" well, no one weird enough would wear a blindfold other than your lover, after all. It's his signature look now.

"oh, if you wanted your gorgeous boyfriend to be your model. You could've just asked!" you could take an accurate guess he was wriggling his eyebrows like an idiot while saying that; and almost immediately your face contorts into a sneer, almost almost biting back but you hold your tongue.

And theres this broad smile playing on his lips that has you defeated, "come on, be affectionate with your poor boyfriend!"

"are you demanding me?"

"you're so stingy!"

You manage to pry him off your lap. But like the fly he is — he latches on to your waist this time. His hair tickling your cheeks and you can't help but laugh — "hey, now this isn't fair—!"

"You're at the mercy of Gojo Satoru now!"

the next thing you know, you've both fallen off the couch.

(you swear you'll get him back for this.)

but its at 7 AM of early mornings you find yourself in the arms of your lover — you don't know how you found yourself plopped on the floor, when his hands started to roam to your waist. Oh, just how did you get yourself in this situation?

"You're so.." he whispers the words like a broken record, his hand tracing the outlines of your face. "damn, lovable." Then a kiss to your cheek, another.. and then another... and..

"Okay, okay!" you lightly push him away, seeing how he's chasing for more with puckered lips — "Let it up, Satoru." he pouts at this.

"Now, I can't even shower you with any affection?"

"That's definitely not it," you're laughing not a second later, perhaps its the feeling of warmth bursting upon your skin the moment you hear him laugh with you too.

You wonder if this memory would be imprinted in your veins, to every second you'll recall — the peaceful mornings, incomplete without your lover.

trying to figure out how to write gojo's character for a series im writing, so ignore the holes in this fic pls.