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pigeonpeach · 2 months

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I’ve Loved You From the Start

Chiori x oni fem reader

Cw: nudity, Fem reader, reader is big bodied. Pinning, fluff with some suggestive themes

“You don’t like it?” You said surprised. The kimono your friend had seemingly slaved over was truly magnificent to you. The beautiful patterns matched well with your horns. It covered every inch of skin yet allowed you full mobility. It was a boost of confidence to you, for your size was rarely provided in stores. Your weight was healthy for your kind, but humans still regarded you as obese even if the weight was mostly muscles. You were actually considered “underweight” by your oni parents who worried you were too skinny whenever you would visit. Truth be told you had to lose weight if you didn’t want to go out practically nude like Itto did.

“It conceals too much to me… most women don’t even conceal their ankles anymore much less everything below the neck.” She eyed you with a stern expression you couldn’t crack. But knowing her you figured she was up to something. Chiori hardly ever hates her creations. Old ones she views as learning experiences. You didn’t give her much creative freedom so that might be the reason.

“We-well I have to. Anything more revealing and I’d get those comments again.” You sighed.

“Oh please those folk are simply jealous. Your body is far more beautiful than any of those old crones were in their prime and they know it.” She said as she circled you like a shark. She lifted your hands and examined every inch until she just eyed your chest. Which protruded so.

“Well they weren’t all old people but I just can’t find anything my size there at all. I needed something like this but the price to have something customized is more than for other… normal bodies…”

“Nonsense. I won’t charge you a dime. If anything this is good for business. It shows I’m capable of branching out from the societal expectation. That my clothes aren’t simply for one body type but all who come in. And besides, you are far more eyecatching than any other model.” She spoke casually. You tensed a little but relaxed, a blush settled on your cheeks.

“You’re sure you don’t need anything? I could do a favor if you won’t accept my mora. I just can’t take this from you without giving something back.” You said politely. She paused, finally looking in your eyes.

“Are you busy today? I know you’re here on a trip but… I’d like to use you as inspiration for more possible projects.” She walked over to the curtains to draw them, placing s closed sign in the window and making sure not a single ray of sun would leak through.

“No actually. I was just going to go sightseeing in Fontaine. I hardly ever get to leave Inazuma so I made sure to have plenty of time before I return.” You eyed her suspiciously. She brought the paper screens to enclose the space, so even if someone walked in they wouldn’t see you two.

“Undress then.”

“E-excuse me?!”

“I’d like to see your body as bare as possible. I’m going to do some sketches for possible outfits.” She pulled out her sketchbook as she gathered some other utensils to draw with. You gulped. “You offered to pay me with a favor so this is the favor I ask of you. But if you’re uncomfortable I could find another way.”

“Uh… can I at least keep my panties on.” You asked. She sighed.

“If you must.”

Even though Chiori had been a good friend of yours in Inazuma, and had also brought you to the hot springs before, and had routinely seen you in your underwear, it was rather odd to stand posing while she scribbled. You felt incredibly nervous.

“Excellent. Turn around for me.” She instructed. You did so. “So obedient.” She whispered. You wondered if you misheard that. But either way you trusted Chiori. You knew she meant no harm, she wouldn’t do anything against your wishes.

“Um… might I ask what you’ll do with the sketches?” You asked.

“Make the one I find suits you most. I’ll admit its a shame you don’t prefer more feminine clothes.”

“Well I do its just I hardly get to wear them.” You explained. She seemed to light up at that clarification.

“Perfect, because that’s all i have been designing. Now if you’ll allow me I’d like to get a closer look.” She said.

“That’s fine with me.” Your approval seemed to evoke something as she circled you once more. You felt as though she’d bite or do something at any second. It felt invigorating. You had never felt sexy or desirable until you met Chiori. She treated you like you were the epitome of beauty itself. You did however deeply miss her In Inazuma. You felt safe walking with her down the streets. She had on many occasions left your hasslers speechless and sobbing on some occasions. She was known for her brutal honesty, even when faced with nobility. Its why you knew for certain she was honest in her intentions. And you knew that you would receive many outfits in the mail once you got home.

“Chiori… you’ve always been honest with your…um… sexual interest in me but I never knew exactly why?” You croaked as you struggled to maintain a facade of strength and endurance.

“Do you not realize that you’re almost what every lesbian would crave? A big beautiful wife, with a plumb chest and behind, thighs thick enough to crush, tall, strong, and oh so polite. You’re everything a femme could want. If only you would leave Inazuma. You know, a fellow fashion designer caught sight of my sketches of you from back then and she wanted to know if you would be her model.” Her voice never wavered in any sort of embarrassment. You however felt a shrill run up your spine.

“O-oh.. i didn’t realize you like women too.”

“How?!” She seemed baffled at that response. “Oh please no man could ever compare to even the most basic of women. The curves, the plumps, the lips-“

“No i just didn’t want to assume anything. I figured you might have been but i thought it was wrong to make assumptions.” You quickly clarified.

“Good. I’ve made my interest in you far too obvious. It truly is a shame you didn’t want to come to Fontaine with me then.” She sighed. “People here seem to like you. They don’t have the biases of those retirement aged folk in inazuma. They see you as a stranger but also a kind one. I heard you helped a beached boat the other day, those sailors boasted about how you did the work of five men in one push. I’ve even noticed how the former hydro archon eyes you when we passed her the other day.” You truly were baffled.

“I-i was too worried then that.. i’d slow you down. Please say you’re not playing up my reputation here. I do love fontaine but If I leave Inazuma I want to be certain its the right choice of place.” You looked her in the eye as she still eyed your chest. Her hand reaching up to gently play with it. She looked at you as you turned red.

“I assure you my intentions aren’t just to keep you here with me. I have missed you greatly while here. The letters I sent don’t convey that enough to me. But I swear on a oathe that you could sue me for, the majority of fontainians I have heard from have nothing but admiration or curiosity to you. And if they had anything else I wouldn’t hesitate to correct them.” You kneeled so her hand could reach your face and brush the hair behind your ear. Her face was closer to you now as you looked at her. “I swear on the very life of every citizen in every nation, I would protect and provide for you if you just moved here.”

Your faced turned red, a expression of embarrassment and flattery. “I didn’t realize your feelings were that deep.. I just thought you found me attractive.” You gulped. You had been a expert with pushing feelings down, you loved Chiori but you never wanted to weigh her down. You worried your heritage would ruin her reputation or chances in life. You loved her so much that you had been slightly envious of that special patrol lady who had seemed so close to her. But you kept it to yourself.

“I have long viewed you for more than your tits, the reason I look at them so much is simply because of our height difference. But your body is not the reason I know those stereotypes are wrong, that every liar who says you are something else is wrong. I have witnessed your facade crack to reveal someone who is strong in every sense. You may lift a log but you do so for the child who’s stuffed animal was underneath it. You stopped your own and first vacation to help a beached boat and regularly step in to safe those in trouble. Your scars aren’t from battle but from good deeds. Your heart is more golden and radiant than any ring or necklace. If you were a stone, you would be the most precious and sought after. I have loved you all this time and I am not ashamed of it in any regard.” She said bluntly. Instinctively you pulled her in for a kiss. She didn’t resist one bit but instead moved her hands to your waist that instant. A wave of relief and excitement rushed over you int that instant.

Afterawhile she pulled away. “Now let me show you the extent of my love to you, so you can understand just how beautiful you truly are to me.” Her eyes shone with a desire no longer hidden. You nodded as you laid on your back, your legs spreading slightly.

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staryuee · 1 month

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GIVING THEM A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET

꒰warnings꒱ not proofread…:3

⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . how would your significant other react when you give them a friendship bracelet made by your own kind hands?

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . diluc, kazuha, kokomi, scaramouche, heizou, itto, cyno, lyney, lynette, freminet, furina, neuvillette, navia, ga ming, chiori, arlecchino

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . this reminded of primary school days of making randomly coloured loom band bracelets…sniffles, the good ol’ days of giving your crush bundled up daisies that had bugs on them from the schools yard and then immediately running away (i am a lesbian i had no such experience in just talking for the sake of poetry ☆〜（ゝ。∂)

R. DILUC — 迪卢克

“what’s this, my love?” he cautiously surveyed the tiny strings and charms with a shocked yet rather satisfied expression. so this is what you were so focused on for the last couple hours…? he can’t help but feel slightly relieved that instead of wasting away at work you were merely crafting a cutely childish gift for him.

“it’s a friendship bracelet! look, i even managed to find these cute strawberry charms for you.” you laughed and start fiddling with the short strands near his scalp, fiddling with them and folding them over to create a stem-like shape.

diluc softly exhaled in amusement, wrapping the small piece of jewellery around his already bedazzled wrist. it takes him a real good second to actually realise what you just said. awkwardly coughing into his hand, diluc catches your attention, “darling, you do realise we’re married?”

a smile possesses your face as you hook your arm with his. “of course i do! i just thought it’d be cute, you know?” he smiled in response.

diluc is no stranger to friendship bracelets. after all, him and kaeya used to make those for each other all the time. sometimes that young triplet consisting of a very dedicated jean, a shy kaeya and a mischievous diluc (sometimes a cutsey barbara who tried to eat the beads) would gather together to create and exchange such bracelets.

a tradition that diluc might’ve let go of but had never forgotten. when you go to sleep at night diluc immediately places your bracelet into a drawer where he kept all of the ones from his childhood.

K. KAZUHA — 枫原万叶

“is this a friendship bracelet? that’s very considerate of you, my love.” kazuha tilts your chin to press a feather-light kiss onto your lips, his touch so tender it was like being touched by sunlight itself. “but i thought we were passed our journey of friendship?” his hand travel down to your hips. squeezing them intently to bring you close to his flowery scent.

“or do i need to remind you that we’re lovers?” taking your hand in his, kazuha leaned his head down to press his lips against your knuckles, eyes peeking through his bangs as if to entice you. and, well, of course it did. kazuha knew just a simple glance at you paired with an affectionate grin was enough to lure you into loving his arms.

kazuha didn’t expect for a piece of handmade jewellery consisting of maple leaf charms with red string to become so sentimental to him, but it was only a matter of time till the bracelet helped become an engraved memory of you. he’d kiss it each time you were apart, hold it up against moonlight while stargazing, trying to illustrate your figure within a constellation.

wandering became more exciting. he’d get to slowly part from your lips, while still having a perpetual reminder of the love you shared with a few pieces of strings tied to his wrist alone.

kazuha, though content with this, always secretly craved to hear the sound of your voice as you called his name and reached out to him. however, within his life he’s learned one thing that has truly stood out; it’s the small things in life that mirror true beauty.

S. KOKOMI — 珊瑚宫心海

“your excellency? what is that on your wrist?” gorou tilted his head curiously, his ears twitching in tandem.

“hm? oh, this?” she shakes the coral coloured bracelet, making the beads and fish charms jingle excitedly as if they were jumping within sea waves. “haha, [name] gave it to me. it’s a friendship bracelet!” kokomi shows it off with pride, a flutter of flapping fins hit her ribcage in the form of her beating heart at the prospect of people seeing the deepness of your ocean-depth bond with just a few beads on a string.

burnout is utterly debilitating. as kokomi spends only a few minutes in her recluse corner within watatsumi, even the shimmering of pearls and the quiet sound of the shore isn’t enough to bring her fragmented energy to rest. nesting her head upon the bundled arms that laid carefully on her desk, she attempted to snooze. finding that she can just barely flutter her curled eyelashes close before an unbearable ache pinches her eyebrows into a knot.

feeling defeated, kokomi sits back up and taps her fingers absentmindedly on the wood, finding just a tiny bit of solace in the sound of clicking and clacking. wait…she quickly glanced at her wrist, noticing she completely forgot to take off her bracelet when preforming her duties. despite her fatigue, kokomi can’t help but exhale a smile. calloused fingers tweezing the bubbly fish charms in an attempt for stimuli that wasn’t so agonising.

she’s so glad she has you, even if that memory of you is withheld in something children share for an intended promise of foreverness.

SCARAMOUCHE — 斯卡拉姆齐

“are you twelve?“ scaramouche raises his eyebrows at you with a sneer, a look of either disgust or confusion on his face. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were mocking me.”

“you’re short but not kid short!” you retorted to appease him, rolling your eyes at his annoying theatrics. did he really have to be so bitchy all the time? i guess when people say that short people tend to be the most angry because all that wrath is bottled into such a teeny body it’s very true…

the friendship bracelets (yes you made two!) were a representation of his journey from the malicious “balladeer” to the slightly less malicious and more so bittersweet wanderer. a contradicting colour palette yet his frosty and asshole attitude remained the same no matter what hue of the rainbow he was dipped in (should’ve been named skittle not scaramouche).

“if you don’t like it that much you don’t have to wear it, it’s not like i’m forcing you.” a pang of disappointed squeezed your chest heavily. it would’ve been fine if he just threw it away after a week or so. you would’ve been extremely hurt yes, but it’s better than having your own lover reject a handmade gift without even a thought for your feelings.

seeing your frown lines and the way your eyebrows scrunched together, scaramouche sighed and immediately snatched the bracelets back. quickly covering them over his wrist and crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. “i never said i wouldn’t wear it, stop being whiny.”

the slight embarrassment he felt was worth every stroke of blush on his cheeks if it meant he could see you smile brightly at something so childish.

S. HEIZOU — 鹿野院平藏

“it’s not our anniversary.” heizou stated simply.

“nope.”

“neither of our birthdays.”

“nope.”

“not a special achievement either.”

“nope.”

“alright, love, spill. what’s the occasion, hm? just in the mood to spoil me with your affections?” heizou threw his hands up in defeat. not being able to use his detective experience into deciphering why you decided to be so cute today and bless his otherwise uneventful day.

carefully, you wrapped the bracelet around his eager wrist. “no occasion~ just felt like giving you a friendship bracelet to show my love for you.” he raises an eyebrow. leaning to your eye level, heizou procures a look of confused distaste at your seemingly innocent admission. “friendship?” he looks away dejected, placing his hands on his hips. “and here i thought i was your very cool and sweet boyfriend.”

brushing away his dramatics and looping your arms around his neck to pull his pouty face in closer, you retaliate. “oh hush, you’re still my lovely dramatic boyfriend.” heizou smirked and leaned in impossibly close, his breath tickling your soft skin generously.

“then, could you show your love for me in another way too?” begrudgingly, you caved. moulding your lips with his while his hands gradually situated themselves on your hips. a chuckle escapes his occupied mouth, leaving a tingling feeling down your spine as you pull away, a bright smirk on his face. “thanks for the bracelet, baby~ i’ll be sure to wear it as my lucky charm during investigations!”

A. ITTO — 荒泷一斗

“well of course you’d want to bless the almighty arataki itto with such a gift! i humbly accept your offering~” itto sways a thumbs up, tongue rolling across his pointy teeth in an extravagant display of confident hubris. all in vain, of course. no amount of bravado could dull the charming blush on his cheeks; the way his grin hoisted into a genuine smile of gratitude or the way his eyes glistened with a familiar light; childlike wonder.

itto was never and has never been accustomed to such small things in life. honestly, he was lucky for a stranger to not throw insults, physical objects, hits, kicks, spit, and the like for his mere existence. a friendship bracelet was an event that was so far out of reach for the oni that the only thing he wanted to do right now was to kiss you stupid.

but, he couldn’t. he stood still, twiddling with the beads that nested against his wrist with a haze that was absentminded you felt like tapping him would cause a bubble to burst above his head for water to splash him awake.

the word “friend” doesn’t even register into his brain. he’s too content with the knowledge that your bond meant something to you. that he meant something to you.

you’ve never seen itto so quiet before. he’s usually this giant (literally) ball of energy that bounces around the place and shares an infectious attitude of confidence and joy with no restraint even to the most stoic, but right now, it was like he was that small vulnerable child again given a chance at redemption for simply living.

CYNO — 赛诺

cyno tilts his head to the side as he stares with pinched brows at the weaved threads of purple and yellow beads and charms that you held in front of you with a delicate hand. “what’s the bracelet for?”

“it’s a friendship bracelet!” taking the initiative, you wrap the bracelet around his relatively small wrist and watch in awe as it seems to match his palette perfectly. perhaps not his personality, but maybe if he wore this around regularly people wouldn’t be so frightened by his frozen features.

cyno went quiet for a moment, a look of confusion on his face. a look that made you shrink in shame. did he not like it? was something wrong with it? is it too childish for someone with such an esteemed status? all such baseless thoughts get immediately dispelled once cyno’s lips curl into a subtle grin, his eyes narrowing devilishly.

you’ve often seen this look when he’s about to score a rewarding win in a tcg tournament. but, he also had this look when…fuck. you sigh in defeat and simply let him say it. “why did the friendship bracelet break up with its partner?”

“…ha. why?”

“because it felt tied down.”

you know how in animes when someone says something very fucking stupid, it’s like the world echoes with silence to allow the person to truly feel the embarrassment from their words? you hoped that’s what cyno felt when you blank stared him with a thin line for your lips, hands clenching and unclenching as you fought the urge to squeeze his cheeks together.

“do you get it?” he asks, but before he can ramble about the absolutely articulate construction of his pun, you spring into action and press your lips passionately on his. of course, he replies eagerly. enjoying the clicking of the beads hitting together as his hand made it’s swift, instinctive movement to your waist.

LYNEY — 林尼

“mon ange…is this for me?” lyney smiles gently at you, sneaking the red bracelet onto his wrist. unable to take his away from the fine craftsmanship and the adorable details of hats, doves and some card charms. knowing you thought of him so directly and so in depth made his heart flutter the same way a dove’s wings expand after being liberated from a cooped cage.

“of course it is, it’s a friendship bracelet!” you clasp your hands behind your back, awaiting either his praise or his teasing — whatever he was in the mood for more. despite the happiness that surged through his heart like a bad game of throw the dart, believe me you shot him hard in the feels, lyney frowns.

“but, mon chéri…” he sighs in despair, a theatric hand over the very heart you had gripped tightly in your hand with a mere few beads of coloured wax. “i haven’t gotten a gift for you, i feel rather ashamed of myself.”

“don’t worry about that, this is just meant to be my good luck charm for you during your shows and…” your voice trailed off to him. not because he was uninterested but because he loved the buzzing sound of your melodic syllables each time your lips opened.

“ah, my dear,” lyney paused your affectionate rambles politely, “you’ve got something here…” you tilt your head to the side quizzically and await for him to point at it or take it out. he grins wildly. “well, isn’t that cute?” lyney chuckles softly and while leaning suuuper close to your ear, ‘magically’ pulls out a rainbow rose from seemingly no where.

“it seems we’re even now, hm?” he gestures, handing the rose over with a wink, leaving a cheeky kiss to your jawline in gratitude.

LYNETTE — 琳妮特

knowing lynette’s character and demeanour intricately, you’re aware that grand gestures aren’t at all her thing. she can barely handle a tea time conversation with someone if she’s forced to play an active role.

the bracelet sat enclosed within your palm as you rambled on about your day to lynette, feeling an unshakable amount of anxiety vomiting into your gut for no reason but overthinking. you’ve been avoiding giving her this bracelet for a week now in fear she’ll find very little value or use in something so minimal.

“you have something you want to give me.” a phrase intended as a question, but said more so as a statement.

“i…uh, how did you know?” you laugh and play with the strings of the bracelet cautiously as to not break it.

“your eyebrows are furrowed and you keep glancing away from me.” she analyses you like a real robot…i guess she’s really committed to that bit. either that or she just loves you too much that being unable to read your expressions would be a grievous sin on her part.

with a sigh of defeat, you slide over the bracelet to her with an awkward smile paling your usually joyous lips. “i made a friendship bracelet for you…thought it’d be cute.” lynette doesn’t understand people around her a majority of the time. truly, she doesn’t even want to, it’s not like she needs to either since she has her brother to leech on and others to fool with her robotic party trick and yet, she can’t help but wonder why it is you choose to defend yourself over something so sweet.

“thank you, it’s cute. i’ll wear it for my next show if i’m able to.” her lips curve upward in what to most would seem like a twenty degree uplift, but to you, it meant quite literally everything.

FREMINET — 菲米尼

nothing. no amount of experiences with his interactions with people could’ve prepared him for the absolute heart attack that was this gesture.

he loved it, too much. he wishes he could just dip back into the ocean depths. indulge in a meaningless conversation with the tidalga, or even express his feelings of adoration to you to pers. but currently, it was only you two sharing a humble moment together. no person he could lean in, no space he could rush the words he’d love to say to you in gratitude for the gift.

and you knew that. and that’s what he also loved about you. how willing you were to accept and love him even with him being less socially adept than a coral reef. feeling the cool and vibrant coloured bracelet tilt around his wrist and knot in place, he smiled wobbly.

between the silence, you knew that the quiet smile and nod meant more than his stammered and hushed words could ever express. leaning in to press a kiss to the side of his wrist and cheek, freminet manages to gulp a bit of courage and swallow his static and tingly anxiety, reaching to kiss your forehead. letting his lips linger momentarily before he backed away. “thank you…”

FURINA — 芙宁娜

heartbeat pounding in her ears. eyes narrowing into puffy circles. her bottom lip bitten brutally by her gnashing teeth. hands shaky, making her teacup tremble within her grip. why were you glaring at her so intensely?!

first the invitation for a tea party with only you two as the special guests. second the ominous letter claiming you two “need to talk.” and now, you were completely quiet and calmly snacking, drinking away several blends of tea without a word! it was absolutely ridiculous to think the one person she has entrusted her still mending heart with is ignoring all the clear signs of hesitance and vulnerabilities within the relationship despite them all being initiated by them!

“so, furina.” you clasp your hands together, an impish look transforming your usually peaceful face. her heartbeat stammers as her eyes meet yours in a tender glance. “uhm..yeah?” furina attempts to appear more courageous than she is, but truly, she’s shitting it (for lack of a better term).

the silence stretched on for too long before you giggled and pulled up a blue and white toned bracelet from your sleeves, shaking it with your fingertips with a kind smile. “i made you a friendship bracelet!”

a ghost wavered out of her frightened soul, the tea in her hand put down at this point so she can savour the comforting feeling of her head in her hands. being a gorgeous, shining star in the spotlight of fontaine’s grand stage, furina isn’t a secondhand stranger to gifts. whether they’ve been given to her personally, awkwardly, silently, with no words signed or a creepy letter attached expressing their reverence.

she wishes you’d sometimes go that route instead of matching her in these theatrics! begrudgingly, despite the little flutter in her heart, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist and looked at you with a pout that you couldn’t help but lean in to kiss.

NEUVILLETTE — 那维莱特

neuvillette hums a tune along to the orchestra of the vinyl. an accompanying sound of his pen hastily itching onto the paper adding to the rhythm. his door opens and while he’d normally remain quietly focused on his piling paperwork, he recognised this particular patter of footsteps coming towards him. you.

smiling habitually and peering his head up, neuvillette greeted you lovingly. “hello, my love. what brings you here today? did you get in trouble?” he knew the reason you’d come ushering into his office was hardly with the intention of getting him to aid you with your troublesome quarrels, but rather, you just wanting his love and affection that he was more than willing to fulfil. if time allowed, of course.

“no, no. nothing like that, yet…” you grinned and neuvillette looked at you with a playful look of disappointment at the hesitance. “i made you a gift!” with a prideful aura that was less arrogance and more pure joy, you presented the bracelet to him. he wasted no time in stirring the small bundle of fabric and beads with his gloves. “look,” you pointed eagerly, “i even managed to commission some furina and melusine charms! you know how we always joke about them being like our children? i thought i’d be a cute addition!”

he exhaled a satisfactory laugh in agreement, interlocking your hand in his to press a kiss to your knuckles in thanks. “cute, indeed. thank you, mon chéri. you’re too sweet sometimes.” you sit on the edge of his desk, watching excitedly as he places the bracelet onto his wrist. “as a gift in return, after i’m done with work, how about we take a nice stroll together? i assure you, no rain will interrupt our serenity so long as you’re by my side.”

NAVIA — 娜维娅

immediately gushes at you as your palm opens to present the gold and blue hued bracelet to her, adorned with rose charms that you personally painted in gold and a greyish blue to accentuate her outfit if she decides to wear it. it was less a decision and more a necessity.

she delicately handled the bracelet onto her wrist and kissed both of your cheeks in gratitude, “thank you so much, sweetheart! this is so cute…but what’s the occasion? it’s not our anniversary or anything like that.” navia smiled at you, playing with some of the little roses and twirling them around in appreciation.

“it’s a friendship bracelet!”

her lips pucker into a pout as she starts to coddle you within her arms, occasionally swinging you around gently. “you’re so absolutely adorable!” she nips at your earlobe, kissing it as a form of apology. “but honey, you do know we aren’t just friends right?” navia captures your cheeks within her palms. “we’re lovers!” she presses several kisses across your face, ending her affectionate spillage with a press of her lips on yours.

“oops— haha, sorry i got lipstick all over you, darling.” navia chuckled and began wiping away all the lipstick smudges from your pretty face. yet her attempts bore no fruit. instead of wiping away anything, she only made it oh so much worse. “ah well, guess we both got presents from one another today?” she snickers, twirling her wrist to show off the bracelet with a wink.

GA MING — 嘉明

if you thought this man’s eyes couldn’t get any brighter, then you’re absolutely dead wrong. if you thought he could jump high while lion dancing, you’re also absolutely dead wrong!

he could outrun god right now. if you asked him to defeat a hoard of lined up mondstadt and liyue treasure hoarders, he’d do it in a heartbeat. what possessed you to be so cute?! do you seriously think he can take another heart attack like this after the one he had during lantern rite?

you aren’t able to say much or even explain your reasons for as to why you decided to make this nor what it even is or represents before ga ming smacks his lips messily all over your face. a mixture of your own gloss from kissing you earlier and his own saliva stick to your skin sloppily and you can’t help but feel both enamoured and grossly repulsed at the mixture of sticky wetness on your cheeks as well as the love that seemed to glow like fireworks.

“mmuah~! i love you so much…are you trying to make me cry?” he pouts, becoming a giggling mess as soon as you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

he keeps the bracelet on every day. sometimes he’ll be pouty all day if he’s unable to wear it in fear of it snapping and wasting away all your precious hard work due to either his negligence or the pains of manual labour…he’ll have to cope with simply glancing at the red imprints the beads had left intended onto his skin for satisfaction.

CHIORI — 千织

“what is this?” she jingles the vivid and strong orange coloured bracelet in front of her face, appreciating the tiny details of the cute sewing equipment charms and what looked to be handmade porcelain bows embedded onto some beads.

“it’s a friendship bracelet!” you gleam at her, pride evident in your face at your creation. she hums in agreement; it was certainly something alright.

“oh. cute.” that’s all the genuine feedback she could give you without mentioning how tacky it would look with her attire — it was an affectionate gesture, one which she didn’t want to undermine and therefore, with little complaint despite her own personal conflicts, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, extending her hand out and twirling it to admire the craftsmanship.

you won’t see her actively wearing it out in every day life, perhaps you’ll manage to sneak a glimpse of her playing with the beads while she’s going over some designs in her sketchbook but otherwise, her gloved hands contain nothing but the smell of perfume.

not that she’d admit it outright until you asked, but the real reason she refuses to wear your bracelet daily is for a simple reason; she doesn’t want it to break in order to have that constant reminder of you as she goes to bed and stares up at her ceiling with the bracelet being coddled between her fingertips.

ARLECCHINO — 阿蕾奇诺

“you’re so childish.” she muses, tracing her nails across the beads, eliciting a weird clacking sound as the charms and beads hit against each other. “but i suppose that’s also an alluring aspect to you.” she ushers the bracelet onto her wrist. despite it being completely covered, there was something even more intimate about her gift being a part of a hidden identity for her; your affection only intended for your gorgeous eyes and her narrowed ones.

tilting your head to her eye-level, you can smell her musky perfume. she leaned in for a kiss. her lips tasting like flavoured gloss consisting of all sorts of red berries, an accurate mirror to the rosey colour of her bright lips. a sneaky hand traced circles around your hips and waist as she attempted to take your breath away. a scythe is a befitting weapon for a woman who’s kiss was practically a notion for death.

she’s used to her children offering gifts and trinkets to her. rocks, random jewellery they crafted with glue, messy crayon drawings, sometimes even in the most macabre scenarios, blood itself. each of those, however, she cherished wholeheartedly. the same way she’d cherish the bond between you two that she’d never allow for anyone to break.

so long as she continuously receives silly gestures like this, she’s convinced she’ll be able to hold you within her embrace with very little effort.

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yandere-wishes · 1 month

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Just a thought, Yandere Neuvillette dancing with his darling at a formal party or ball. Gossip spreads through Fontaine, who was that person with the Iudex? Speculation spreads but in reality it was his darling who he has been married to for centuries and this was the first time she has been out in public since then

This becomes ten times better if you imagine that his darling is an ordinary human that Neuvillette somehow "blessed" with immortality.

For her first public appearance, she'd be dressed to the nines! A tailor-made ocean-blue and off-white ball gown by none other than the famous Chiori herself. Her hair would be decorated with real pearls. A recurring theme in all her jewelry. After all, it's only fitting that Neuvillette's darling be graced by the loveliest gems of his domain.

They'd glide across the dance floor, smooth like the waves of a tranquil ocean. Neuvillette would twirl his darling ever so elegantly in his arms. When the song nears its end he dips her, slowly teasing her with a passionate kiss. Poor darling can already hear the excited gossip amongst the court. Sweet speculations muttered behind opened fans.

Now since Neuvillette would keep his darling locked away from the world. She'd no doubt develop some social anxiety. The ball is such a stressor for her. Killing her quietly. She can't stand the way everyone's eyes bore into her. How their mumbles buzz in her ears. Neuvillette's gloved hand holds her delicate one in an iron grasp, as he sends her a reassuring smile. It's been centuries now, he knows she's not going to escape. Still, he prefers to make her ever-present. Somewhere in reach.

As the ball nears its end. The Iudex and his mysterious "mistress" disappear. Fading away like rain. By the next day, the whole court is in disarray, obsessively trying to piece together who Neuvillette's new lover is.

Somewhere in Café Lutece Furina and Chiori exchange knowing smiles. As they lean in whisper the most outlandish theories they've heard so far, to none other than the Iudex and his darling themselves.

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yandere-daydreams · 1 month

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tw - implied kidnapping, possessive behavior, slight stalking, delusional thoughts.

[commissioned piece. donate to palestinians in gaza here.]

Like most tailors, Chiori often finds herself preoccupied with the concept of preservation.

It’s as inevitable as it is unreasonable, for those who work through mediums as impermanent as fabric and textile. To make a piece of clothing is to make something that, by its very definition, cannot last. No matter how fine the silk, no matter how strong the thread, no matter how sturdy her design – colors will fade and stitches will run and eventually, the only thing left of her masterpiece will be a pile of scraps left to rot underneath a bed or among the cobwebs in a forgotten attic corner. Fashion is an even more unforgiving mistress. What does it mean to try and capture the beauty of a single moment in a world that stood for a thousand years before she ever thought to pick up a needle and will stand for a thousand more, when she’s no longer able to? What does it mean that she keeps trying, regardless?

Inevitably, when Chriori thinks about herself and her craft, she thinks about preservation. And, when she thinks about preservation, she thinks about you.

You, in the most generous of sentiments, are the enemy of permanence. Her designs may eventually fall apart, but you seem to tear and shatter all that you touch, to rend the very fabric of reality without ever dropping that achingly oblivious smile. Your first visit to her shop ended with a shattered teacup, your second with a chip to the blade of her favorite pair of sheers, your tenth with a pot of her darkest, blackest dye splattered across an otherwise untouched skein of dove-white silk. Calling you clumsy would be an understatement – you’re a vehicle of pure destruction, an entity of the type of chaos that so often reduces her finest creations to rags. If it wasn’t for the way you apologize so wholeheartedly after each and every offense, the bright optimism written across your expression each time you step through the door of her boutique, she might mistake your drastic lack of coordination for a deliberate act of sabotage. At least, if that were the case, she may be able to find the strength to banish you entirely from her domain.

Her frequent gifts to you – unpaid orders, she assures, items that would just go to waste if left to gather dust on her shelves – are demolished with a similar haste. That, you can blame on the needs of your trade, claim that the clothes of the noble class don’t mix with the work of laborers, but as often as she tries, she fails to see what’s so dangerous about hauling spools of ribbon and crates of lace from one boutique to another. You do your best to mend torn sleeves, to find replacements for missing buttons, but she almost wishes you wouldn’t – that you’d let her claims to you die a swift death rather than defacing them so humiliatingly. In her weakest moments, she considers that being more blatant with her intentions, speaking to you in something other than cutting innuendo and being more transparent in her attempts to carve her name into you, but it wouldn’t make a difference. Your nature, so quick and brash and thoughtless, is contradictory to hers. No number of signatures stitched into the hems of undercollars and lipstick stains pressed into the lining between layers of material can change that.

Certainly, none of it can change the trait Chiori finds most troubling in you – your willing inability to preserve even the most precious of things, yourself. Fontaine is a much more gentle land than Inazuma, but no part of Teyvat is completely free from risk. You brag worryingly often about your run-ins with local monsters, go on at length about having to guard the embroideries she had commissioned from the finest thread-painters in Liyue from fabric-eating slimes and especially fashionable thieves, but all your levity can’t seem to draw your attention from the bruises blossoming upward from your shirt collar, the bandages so often wrapped around knuckles and plastered over your cheeks. Mortality is a concept you seemed to have considered briefly and ultimately discarded, leaving Chiori to try to make something redeemable out of the scraps. It’d be enough to drive anyone mad. It’d be enough to drive any good tailor to extremes.

You are not a delicate fabric. Satin can be properly hemmed and handled with gloves, embroidery glazed over with perfumes and resins, lace held to a candle and burnt into a more sustainable form, but you are not so easily changed. Gowns have no regard for safety or the lack thereof, but you – frustrating, impossible you – seem to actively detest the very idea of it.

You are the enemy of permeance. It’s a thought Chiori often considers, lingers on, obsess over, as she would the safe keeping of any of her proudest works.

But, she finds herself thinking, as she feels the reassuring chill of iron chains again her palm and weighs it against two matching twin cuffs, there’s a chance she may just be pairing you with the wrong materials.

#woman loving wednesday #yandere x reader #yandere x you #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #yandere genshin #genshin impact imagines #yandere genshin impact #yandere chiori #chiori x reader #yandere imagines #yandere

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canonical-transformation · 3 months

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Miss Chiori goes to a play party

Chiori: You want to kiss my shoes? *Seriously?* Fuck no!

Chiori: I know where those lips have been. I saw you kissing that lady's hundred-Mora knockoff boots just now.

Chiori, under her breath: I bet they're glued not stitched.

#genshin impact #silly headcanons #chiori #shitpost #kink cw #and look. chiori x reader if you want it to be.

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sl-vega · 2 months

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✧Other Friendly Faces✧

✧Kazuha✧-member of the literature club and in the same English class as Xingqiu. He specializes in poetry, mainly haikus and free verses.

✧Furina✧-President of the drama club and usually directs school plays. When she was younger, she was a successful child actress, though due to losing passion for the art, she stepped back and decided to focus on her director career.

✧Chiori✧-a member of the textile and drama club. Chiori is usually in charge of costume design for school productions. She runs a fairly successful mini-business where she sells her own designs, and she has many fashion companies begging for her to work for them, though she expresses no interest in working for someone else's brand.

✧Freminet✧-part of the swim team and Lyney and Lynette's younger brother. Like his sister, he's quiet and reserved, but a good listener. The two of you haven't talked much, but you do know about his love for the ocean and his soft spot for penguins.

✧Yun Jin✧-member of the music club and choir. She is also part of the Yun Han opera troupe, and has quickly risen to fame due to her starring role in the critically acclaimed musical: "The Divine Damsel of Devastation".

✧Eula✧-Captain of the dance team and student council vice-president. She's cold, harsh, and brutally honest (and holds a grudge for just about anything) and she doesn't have the best reputation due to that, but her talent and work ethic (almost) makes up for all that.

additional notes:

-in case you're wondering why some of these r so short, it's cuz these guys r just side characters, but i wanted to make some profiles for them

-i keep on forgetting to mention everyone's ages so here's a quick list:

-freminet and yun jin are sophmores (tenth grade, 15-16)

-furina, eula, and chiori are seniors (twelfth grade, 17-18)

-kazuha is a junior (eleventh grade, 16-17)

-furina supremacy fr fr

-everyone else in the main cast (y/n's group + xingqiu's friend group) are all juniours

-eula's twitter header found here

-i promise the plot will actually start after this :>

masterlist

Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader

Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau

⋆｡°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.

(OPEN) Taglist: @freyao7, @thatoneswordgirl, @sn1perz, @latay7, @esmetrees, @nmriki0, @help-whatdoimakemyusername, @httpsrenren, @cupid-spams, @aixaingela, @kaitfae, @luvkvni, @danhenglovebot

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cosmokyrin · 22 days

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I couldn't think of a background so I made them kiss in front of Chioriya Boutique HAHA the audacity

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Artwork powered by Free and Open-Source Software (FOSS): Linux Mint MATE 21.1 and Krita 5.1.5

P.S. Commissions are in fact open! I still haven’t gotten to forever in clearing / fixing my old list, but at the moment I accept colored sketch commissions (like this post here)! Shoot me a DM here or on Twitter for slots!

#genshin impact #chevreuse #chiori #cheviori #chevori #chevreuse x chiori #kyrin's art #you know im down bad for a ship if only a week elapsed and now they're kissing

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cynicalmusings · 18 days

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it’s one in the morning, so, uh, opening to the chiori fic, i guess?

#skinship and touch is going to be a big big theme in whatever becomes of this fic methinks #it’s how the reader experiences the world of course #but it’s also a very intimate thing #you can’t hide from physical touch in the same way you can hide behind false appearances #so that’ll be fun to play around with #r’s random thoughts #chiori x reader #chiori

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jodiesspam · 1 month

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I'm going to put together a poll for a Chiori x Chevreuse ship name since I've seen a few ideas floating around but nothing very popular. Send me some ideas if you have a moment!!

#ive already got a few listed but i dont wanna make a poll and someone be like #uh you forgot xyz #so speak now or forever hold your peace #my post #genshin impact #chiori #chevreuse #chiori x chevreuse #chevreuse x chiori #ill probably make the actual poll tmr or in a couple days

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rennebright · 1 month

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Chiori(健全) by 御坂12003 [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

#chiori #千織 #genshin impact #原神 #hoyoverse #御坂12003 #posted art

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kurogane2512 · 1 month

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HI KURO I LOVE YOUR WORKS SM CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE CHIORI AND G!P READER WHERE READER FUCKS THE HELL OUT OF CHIORI AFTER BEING PENT UP FOR SO LONG 😓😓

In celebration of Chiori's release, here you go!

18+ CONTENT

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: Chiori x g!p reader

Type: Smut (blowjob, table sex, creampie)

It was a pleasant evening when you went to Chiori's boutique to ask for a new set of formal clothes as you were to attend a gathering at your workplace in a week. You didn't expect the shop to be so filled to the brim even at this hour, but you knew it couldn't be helped.

"Welcome to Chioriya Boutique. How may I help you?" Chiori's assistant greeted you at the entrance, you glanced around and saw Chiori attending to a customer hence decided to wait for her. Chiori also saw you walk in but paid no heed and focused on her work at hand, that's just how she was and you had problems. You sat in the waiting area and watched her diligently work with the customers around her, admiring her style and ethics.

You didn't expect her to tend to you first just because you were her partner; and frankly, you preferred to be tended later when there were less people around. Hours passed as you sat and waited, occassionally helping yourself to some tea and snacks and reading some magazines. You realized you were the last in line since nobody else came in after you and Chiori was still quite busy with others.

At last, Chiori was finally free to tend to you but to her surprise, you had fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for her. Her expression remained steeled but she felt slightly guilty inside for making you wait so long, it was perhaps due to the fact that she knew you won't force yourself in the middle that she rested easy and decided to come to you last.

She sent her assistants home for the day and closed the blinders of the shop then walked up to you and extended her hands towards your face to cup it but quickly retracted it and cleared her throat.

"Y/n, wake up. It's your turn now."

Her sharp voice rang through your ears and you jolted awake to see her standing in front of you with her arms crossed over chest. You hurriedly stood up but looked around to see the shop was empty and she had pulled out the blinders in the front, finally realizing it was quite late.

"A-Ah, I'm sorry. It seems you are closing up now, I'll come tomorrow morning."

Chiori stared at you with her usual straightforward expression then held your wrist and pulled you towards her work table before grabbing her tools.

"Don't waste time. What clothes do you want?"

"Um... I wanted a formal suit for a workplace gathering, something elegant and simple but enough as a party wear, if that makes sense."

Chiori nodded and took out a few fabric pieces to make you choose, you hesitantly went over the choices then finally picked one of them and she grabbed her measuring tape then came in front of you.

"W-Wait, don't you already have my measurements....?"

"Hmph, and what if you have changed in some areas? The measurements are almost 4 months old now, and with your eating habits I'm certain you have lost a few inches here and there."

"H-Hey, don't put it so bluntly. I try to eat well now..." you spoke in an embarrassed tone and looked away. Chiori smiled to herself for a moment then donned her usual expression and began taking your measurements.

"Hmm... I knew it, your shoulders are thinner by 3 cm.... and your waist by 8 cm... Seriously, what are you even eating?"

Chiori mumbled as she went all around your upper body then kneeled down in front to take measurements for your pants. You blushed all of a sudden looking at her in such a tempting position and felt your cock twitch in your pants, hoping she would be done soon and doesn't notice. Chiori then placed the tape on your pants' button and aligned it till your crotch point, noticing a small bulge as soon as she pressed the tape on it.

Chiori grinned and pressed the tape once again, earning a startled gasp from you. "Hmm, seems one part of you has grown at the very least. Looks like all that you are eating is going here~"

Chiori teased while palming your crotch, vibrations going up your body. She then zipped down your flyer and fished out your semi-erect cock, pumping it slowly and languidly.

"Ngh~ C-Chiori...."

"....I'll make it up to you for the wait." Chiori whispered then kissed your tip, your face becoming flushed at her actions.

"But first, take off your clothes. I don't want any fabrics getting dirty."

You couldn't do anything but comply, you swiftly pulled off your shirt and pants then stood in front of her and watched her pull down her kimono followed by her tights, keeping her underwear on. She dropped to her knees again and began pumping your cock like before, the length fully erect now. She placed her lips around the head and swiped her tongue over the slit, sucking and licking your cock.

Your groaned and gently held her head to stabilise yourself, she began bobbing her head up and down your length now. You thrusted your hips into her with a rhythmic motion, your tip brushing the back of her throat every time. Her hands massaged your balls and pumped your base as she continued bobbing her head, you sighed at the feeling of her warm and wet tongue slurping along that one vein and the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.

"Gah—! Chiori! T-Too fast—!~"

"I have to... close the shop soon.... hurry up and cum." Chiori moaned around your length, sending shivers down your body and you gripped her hair tighter.

Chiori eagerly bobbed her head and sucked your cock as if she was starved, perhaps she really felt bad for making you wait this long, or perhaps she simply wanted this so much. Your cock twitched as you formed a perfect rhythm with your thrusts, lightly gripping her hair and pulling her closer to plunge deeper.

"I'm close....nggh~" you moaned and Chiori hummed then swallowed your cock entirely, your eyes rolling to your skull as you instantly released inside her. Your hips jerked forward and you pulled her mouth flush against your abdomen, sending small thrusts inside her as you spurted your load. Chiori barely managed to swallow all your load, some drops dripping down her chin onto her breasts that she scooped up and licked.

"How messy. Good thing we removed our clothes." Chiori teased with a grin as she stood up and you suddenly pushed her to the table before turning her around and bending her body on it. Chiori gasped in surprise then moaned feeling your throbbing cockhead rub against her own drenched folds.

"Hmm.... you are slow, Y/n. Put it in already."

"I'm slow? Did you forget you are the one who made me wait for hours?~" you husked in her ear and licked the shell, your body resting on her back as you continued grinding your cock between her thighs.

"H-Hmph! Don't consider yourself special just cause you are my girlfriend—!"

"Oh, but I do. After all, you wouldn't accept this payment method from anyone else, right?~"

"Heh, do you want to be thrown out of my shop?~"

"Oh, try me~"

You immediately sheathed inside her in a swift motion, a loud gasp leaving her mouth as her body arched off the table. Your groaned at her tightness, her walls clenching you so well. You rutted into her in slow and shallow thrusts at first, making her more restless as she chased her release.

"I told you to get on with it! It's already so late—Mhm!~"

You suddenly slammed deep inside, prodding her sensitive spot. You then continued hammering against that same spot with a fast pace, your thighs slapping against her ass eliciting erotic noises in the shop. It was a good thing she put the blinders on the window, otherwise the Thundering Seamstress' dignity would be in trouble. You pounded at an animalistic pace, her body arching into you with each thrust and a moan filling your ears.

"Gonna cum again... damn, you are so tight for me, Chiori~"

"Mhmmm.... s-stop talking.... just fuck me....!~"

"My, such crude language is unbecoming of you, Ms Chiori~"

You smiked and pushed her further down by her lower back, making a beautiful arch of her body. You gripped her hips and drilled forward, your thick cock splitting her open. Her mind was hazy fron the stimulations, and soon after she felt a surge of hot and gooey liquid filling her up. She moaned as her walls clenched your cock and she released too, a ring of cum forming at the base of your cock.

You pulled out and watched some of the cum drip down her folds while she laid panting atop the table. You turned her around and held her up in your arms, her hands wrapping around your neck and legs around your waist. You kissed her deeply and passionately, then carried her to the couch and plunged your cock inside her again.

"H-Hey! Let's go home and— aaah!~"

"No, we do it right here. You made me wait for so long, you have to compensate me right~"

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #genshin women #genshin x reader #chiori #chiori x reader #g!p reader

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clorindelover · 1 month

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NSFW Headcannons

Chiori, Shenhe x GN Reader

!Smut, Minors DNI

//I don’t know, but something about those two makes me act up.

Chiori

She’s the top, don’t even think about challenging her on that. She’s the one who initiates everything so she’s taking the lead.

Don’t try to rip or tear any of her clothes, she takes great pride in them. Even if you’re especially needy, you’ll wait for her to take them off herself, no matter if it takes her a while or not. Your clothes however? She can always make you new ones, so don’t keep her waiting or she won’t hesitate to remove them in her own way.

Doesn’t care whether something is “unorthodox”, as long as it feels good she’ll do it. From designing revealing clothes for you and forcing you to wear them to dragging you away to semi-public places to relieve her of her pent-up urges.

Do as she says and you might get rewarded, resist her and you get to know her less pleasant side.

Shenhe

Okay with whatever you want her to be, although the position of top is more natural to her. Follows your instructions and orders to a tea either way. She trusts that you know what’s best for you two.

Is a quick learner. Teach her something and she’ll start doing it like an expert almost instantly, and while her urge to please you might lead her to overdo it at first, once she learns your boundaries she does her best to respect them, although her impulses make it difficult sometimes.

There’s surprisingly little that’s taboo for her, although she prefers to do it in private.

She has difficulties expressing herself most of the time, which only makes her moans when you play with her breasts even more rewarding.

#shenhe #shenhe x reader #shenhe smut #chiori #chiori x reader #chiori smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut

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selvyyr · 1 month

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Hello! This is my first time asking a question on tumblr, anyway, I had two ideas of fpe, the first would be Oliver x cinamoroll reader (who would be a student), and the second would be Chiori reader (who would be a fashion teacher)

English is not my first language, so I’m sorry if something is wrong:(

A/N:it's alright!Feel free to request again!<3

|MASTERLIST!|

୧ ‧₊˚💫🎞 ⋅ ☆

↪You were one of the top studnets and a very sweet studnet to everyone

↪You always hang out with zip,oliver and edward alot

↪You mostly talk to oliver and you two see eachother as siblings!

↪You would listen to him rant about his girlfriend alice alot and he showed you how she looked like

↪If anyone i mean anyone hurt/upset you then the person will be oliver and zip's new victim of their pranks

୧ ‧₊˚💫🎞 ⋅ ☆

↪You were desginer teacher which means you teach the students how to sew clothes and such.But you were very strict on them

↪And oliver was one of the students who's not afraid of you what you are gonna do to him.

↪One time when you told him that you'll lock him in the closet he just laughed very loud and the minute he stopped.He was locked inside the closet

↪But overly all he tried to make clothes like you since he wanna gift a clothing for his girlfriend "alice"

୧ ‧₊˚💫🎞 ⋅ ☆

#fanfic #fundamental paper education x reader #fundamental paper education #oliver x reader #request #selvyyr answers

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scaredpigeons · 3 months

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Aqua Regia VI: I’m done dancing to alarm bells—I’m done fighting off change.

Previous chapter // Next chapter // First chapter

Neuvillette x Fem!reader

Word count: 7.1k

The ball goes off without a hitch, and tide finally swells in, sweeping you up in its grasp.

Authors note: warning for a bit of anxiety in this. We have haikaveh, beiguang and some minor chilumi if you squint, among other guest appearances. THIS IS IT FOLKS! ALL THE PINING AND WAITING FINALLY COMES TO THIS. The smut will be next but i… still have to write it… lol.

“Is it ready?”

“Are you doubting my capabilities, Monsieur Neuvillette?”

“Ah, no, forgive my impatience, Miss Chiori.”

Neuvillette paced the front reception of Chioriya boutique with swift steps as the young designer wrote on her notepad, looking over her books at the front desk.

“If you keep pacing like that, you’ll burn skids into my cypress flooring.”

He stopped, facing her. “My apologies.”

The Inazuman woman continued her leisurely work, having told him that she would only be a moment longer many, many moments ago.

He perked up when she set down her pen.

“Did yours fit as it should? Nothing to alter?”

“I put it all on the moment it arrived yesterday,” he said, watching as she rose. “It is perfect, as expected.”

“Such flattery.” Chiori clicked her tongue against her teeth, rounding the reception desk to walk towards the back.

He thumbed the metal of his cane as he waited for her to return, a small blip of excitement rushing through him as the designer returned with a very large box, and a large dress bag on a velvet hanger.

“The shoes are in the box with the cloak,” she said, disinterested. “All of it is to your specifications, and water resistant in case of rain, as you asked.”

“Thank you, I’ll have your payment sent swiftly, with a generous tip for the short notice.” He said, taking the box and dress bag from her hands.

“Hmm.” Chiori looked unimpressed, though, that was how she usually looked. “Nearly everyone in the city who is attending the ball wanted to wear my designs, I had to deny several clients just to make time for these.”

“Your graciousness knows no bounds, Miss Chiori.”

She gave him a deadpan look, resting a hand on her hip.

“In all the years I’ve been dressing you, I’ve never once had you so eager to dress someone else, let alone a woman.”

He felt rather embarrassed, but resisted the urge to squirm under her gaze, clearing his throat and holding eye contact with a neutral expression.

Chiori just sighed, rolling her eyes. He took that as his permission to leave, though he didn’t really need it.

“I’ll see you at the ball, sir. I hope you enjoy yourself, and—“

He paused, turning to meet her eyes once more.

“Happy birthday, Monsieur Neuvillette.”

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You were late.

Charlotte had run ahead of you, having helped you put your elaborate outfit together, makeup and all, and with her short red dress and tiny heeled boots she said it would be much easier for her to run ahead and make sure everything was going smoothly without you.

Your new apartment was closer to the Palais than your old one, and you were eternally grateful for that as you rode the lift with a tapping foot.

You’d all decided to hold the ball in the Palais Mermonia’s largest conference hall, the host of many of Lady Furinas parties in the past.

You rushed to the doors, nodding politely to the usher outside who recognized you as one of the organizers and let you through to get out of the rain. You hoped desperately that it was a natural rainfall, and not the telltale sign that Neuvillette was under any kind of duress.

That little epiphany had taken longer than you’d care to admit— his emotions being linked to the rain— but now that you knew, it was like a helpful little tool at your disposal.

Your cloak dragged along the floor of the entrance, and you picked up your intricate dress to shuffle along faster to the conference hall.

You breathed a sigh of relief when you met the melusines standing at the doors, they greeted you with smiles and rushed you through, telling you that everything was going wonderfully.

You opened the doors, and the glittering assemblage greeted you once more, now ten times more opulent with all the equally beautiful guests filling the space.

The elite of the elite were here, government officials, fontainian high society, well known adventurers and local legends, dignitaries from other nations— you could spot the infamous kamisato siblings by the drink station, wearing striking and intricate Kimonos that were surely designed by Chiori.

The magic twins were doing a mini performance, Lyney in a burgundy tux and Lynette in a matching teal getup, only she was wearing a pretty skirt and stockings. You waved at them through the group that had formed, and Lyney gave you a little wink without losing his stride.

“There you are!” Charlotte moved her way through the crowd to greet you, gesturing around to the ball in all its grandure. “This is incredible! Everything is going wonderful so far!”

It was incredible. You looked around at the regal decorations, the soft, warm lighting of the chandeliers, the silk hanging in deep arches lining the ceiling, the subtle hydro motifs in little places if you looked hard enough.

It screamed royalty, it screamed wealth without seeming too ostentatious. It was truly the most opulent and beautiful party you’d ever been to, let alone helped organize.

“Thank you, I wasn’t terribly worried though, I figured Lady Furina had things well under control.” You smiled.

You could hear her voice, loud and clear above the gentle strings playing, and turned to look by the sweets table, to see your former archon entertaining some people with a story, quite animated, but not as much as she’d been in the past.

When working with her while planning the ball, you’d grown to realize that she’d become much more grounded since she stepped down, still dramatic in her own right, but more realistically so. More human.

“Here,” Charlotte pulled you from your thoughts, gesturing with her hands. “Let me take your cloak, you should go and find Neuvillette.”

“Oh,” you said. “Thank you.”

You pulled the large hood down, freeing your hair from its protective cocoon. It had taken you and Charlotte nearly an hour to place all the tiny little multi-colored pearls in an intricate pattern all throughout the style, and you’d be damned if you were going to let the rain ruin it.

You pulled the lush cloak from your shoulders, suddenly feeling a little self conscious out in the open.

You’d never owned a gown this beautiful, never worn something so stunning in your life.

Lucious crushed blue velvet, though light and airy, hugged your torso and flared out into the most stunning ball gown you’d ever seen. A sheer panel decorated with lace created the high neckline, and with it being sleeveless, the stunning white gloves that came to your upper arms were a lovely addition.

What was most jarring however was the very open and low back of the dress, perfectly balanced with the gigantic bow poised right above your bottom. It was truly a masterpiece, and you cannot believe that Neuvillette had something so beautiful made just for you.

You couldn’t deny your feelings any longer. You were completely infatuated with him, stricken with a fluttering heart whenever you thought of him, doomed to confront these feelings— and sooner, rather than later.

It seemed they were reciprocated, but you could never be too sure. Insecurity and anxiety still ate at you. Neuvillette was still a bit of an enigma, never forward or clear on if his advances were truly courtship, or if he just did friendship more intensely than most, due to his inexperience with all kinds of relationships in general.

You smoothed your hands over your dress, feeling yourself start to sweat a little in your satin gloves. You looked around, craning your neck to see if you could spot him, and oh— there he was.

He was standing at the back of the hall, by the table of honor, set specifically for the man of the hour and those closest to him, mainly yourself, Wriothesley, the traveler, Lady Furina and a good number of melusine.

Neuvillette reached up to fuss with Wriothesley’s tie, which was perpetually loose in his day to day outfits, and it seemed it was no different for this occasion.

Wriothesley was wearing a striking outfit, which was really just a more elevated version of his regular look, complete with a fur lined cape and quite an intense pair of boots, but if you were honest, the look worked for him.

He flushed and laughed Neuvillette off, pushing his hands away to fix his own tie, smoothing down his slicked back hair, which was a nice addition to the look. Was that a touch of eyeliner?

Your gaze finally roamed onto Neuvillette himself. He looked… well he looked even more handsome than he usually did, and that was certainly saying something.

You felt your chest tighten as you drank in his visage from head to toe.

His normal dress wear was certainly high fashion, but this look was something out of a runway show.

An opulent suit, perfectly altered and in his colors, but what stood out was the single shoulder capelet, attached with an intricate gold clasp, and the stunning blue fabric rippled like water as it flowed down his arm and back, trailing elegantly on the floor behind him. His hair had been slicked back as well, a single curl present at his forehead that seemed to deny its place pulled back to be braided into the rest of his hair.

The braid was long, tied with his signature bow at the bottom and decorated with lots of the same multi-colored pearls that dotted your own hairstyle, and you blushed at the thought.

Now that you looked, you realized that his outfit and yours had nearly identical color schemes, down to the black bow sitting at the small of your back, the same color and fabric as the one holding his braid.

The final touch was the circlet he had on, a delicate gold piece that only added to his air of regality. As you trailed your gaze over his face, his subtle eye makeup, his eyes met yours.

Your breath caught in your chest.

His eyes devoured you, so intense you felt like you were drowning.

He moved then, walking towards you with a determination you’d not seen in him, and you froze for a moment before your feet pulled you to him, enraptured by his beauty and wanting to see more, wanting to see it closer.

As he took his final step, you held your breath as you realized he was so close that your dress pushed up against him, your chest nearly bumping into him as you stuttered out your exhale.

His pupils dilated, the thin slits nearly consuming his eyes as they flickered across your face.

“You look…” you paused, looking for the words.

“Beautiful,” He said, breathless. “Absolutely beautiful.”

You grinned. “I don’t know if beautiful is the word I would have used, but I’m glad you like the way you look tonight too, Neuvillette.”

The faintest hint of pink fluttered across his cheeks, but he maintained his composure, lifting one of your gloved hands into his, bringing it to his lips for a chaste kiss on your knuckles that made your heart skip a beat. His eyes remained on yours the entire time.

“I know you jest, just as I know you are aware I was describing how you look this evening.” He smiled. “Positively radiant. I am glad the gown was to your liking.”

You flushed, looking down at your dress, your gloved hand resting in his— even still.

“You really didn’t have to get this for me.”

“Nonsense,” he said. “You expressed concern at what you were to wear to this event, and after all the effort you were exuding at my expense, I wished to take that worry off your shoulders.”

“Even so…” your eyes couldn’t meet his no matter how hard you tried. You were so flustered, so swept up in this rushing tide of a moment.

“You are more than deserving,” Neuvillette bent down further, trying to catch your gaze. “Of this and more.”

You finally broke, meeting his eyes once more. His gaze was so intense, so consuming. You were nearly certain that he felt the same way you did, but you wanted to be sure before you made a fool of yourself tonight.

”Neuvillette,” you said, eyes flickering between his. “I need to ask you—“

The ringing of metal against delicate glass broke you both from each other, the entire hall of beautifully dressed guests turning to see Lady Furina perched atop a table, tapping a fork against her champagne glass.

Her gown was beautiful, less extravengent than ones you’d seen in the papers after her own birthday celebrations, but more elegant and poise. It suited her.

“Treasured guests, friends and colleagues.” She started, gathering the people's attention in its entirety as her voice projected throughout the hall. “If we could gather around, I’d like to give a toast before we start the first dances!”

The music was halted, people moving from their little groups to merge around the table, gazing up at the former archon.

Neuvillette guided you along, standing off to Furina’s right to watch with a delicate smile as she waited for the people to settle.

Across the little stage she had created for herself, you saw the traveler fussing with the suit jacket of a tall red haired man who was grinning down at her without a care in the world. You think you recognize him as the Harbinger Tartaglia, but the traveler knew all kinds of interesting characters, so you couldn't be too sure.

She looked lovely tonight as well, trading her otherworldly daily outfit for a pretty pale blue gown with flowing bishop sleeves, a white pearl necklace and bracelet. You thought it looked very easy to move around in, and surmised that she probably did that on purpose, in case of an unexpected emergency.

Lumine had been a huge help during the planning and organization of this event, tackling the odd jobs and running around with practiced ease, smiling and dragging her companions around while doing it.

You saw the representatives from Mondstadt, Kaeya Alberich and Lisa Minci. They were already holding mostly empty wine glasses, dressed sharply and eyeing the crowds with gazes far too calculating for people who were surely a couple drinks into their evening. They were trusted folk though, if the travelers word was anything to go by, so you supposed they were keeping an eye out for any signs of impending disaster, just like the rest of you planned to.

Tonight had to go perfectly. With Neuvillettes' apprehension to have this gathering in the first place, if tonight ended in disaster it would surely put an end to the idea of any other celebrations in his honor for the future.

The traveler assured you that the people invited would not only never dream of causing issues, but would actively help to keep things running smoothly, thanks to her letters requesting so.

Furina started her toast, a fanciful and long worded piece that she’d spent weeks practicing, and you eyed the crowds again as you stood beside Neuvillette. Everything was fine. Everything was going well.

“To conclude,” Lady Furina smiled. “I cannot think of a better person to look after my most beloved nation, take care of its people, and uphold the principles of justice so integral to its well being. Honored guests, please give a warm round of applause to the man of the hour, Monsieur Neuvillette!”

The hall erupted into polite but eager applause. She gestured to him, beckoning him over to the table. As opposed to standing up with her, he offered a gloved hand to help her down, murmuring a thank you to her as he stood in front of all the people who had come to celebrate him. Furina took his spot beside you, a little giddy with excitement at the fact that she’d convinced him to give a speech.

“Thank you all for joining us tonight,” his voice boomed throughout the hall, just like it did during trials— commanding the attention of all who heard it. “As much as I was resistant to the idea of a celebration so grand, I will admit that this opportunity to have so many representatives from other nations gathered in one place is extremely important to the betterment of our connections as the people of Teyvat.”

A tiny voice rang out from somewhere in the crowd that sounded an awful lot like Seigewinne. “You just want the opportunity to keep working when you’re supposed to be celebrating!”

Polite laughter rang through the crowd, and even Neuvillette cracked a bit of a smile.

“I will neither confirm nor deny such an accusation.” He said, clearing his throat. “Regardless, I am grateful. I wish for you all to enjoy the festivities, and have a pleasant evening. Please remember to drink responsibly.”

The hall filled with applause once more. Furina giggled and stood to the front, capturing the people's attention once again with ease.

“Alright everyone! Please mingle a moment longer while the orchestra finishes setting up, and the first dances will begin shortly!”

The crowd dispersed, and Neuvillette shuffled his way back to you despite people trying to capture his attention.

“Would you do me a favor?” He asked.

“Of course.”

He smiled. “The foreign dignitaries are going to want to come and greet me, and I would appreciate it if you stood by my side while exchanging pleasantries.”

“Oh? Is someone nervous all of a sudden?” you grinned, feeling your chest flutter.

“Ah,” his expression read that he knew you were teasing, but the little cringe was enough to tell you’d guessed at least somewhat correctly. “Not exactly, but as my assistant it will be vital for you to form positive relationships with these people as well.”

You nodded, and he exhaled his relief just as a tall silver haired man strode over with all the confidence and aloofness of Neuvillette on his best days. A very pretty blonde man trailed beside him wearing an elaborate and expensive looking getup with a beautifully coloured feather in his hair. The pair seemed odd, but looked every bit like the elite couples that surrounded them.

“Monsieur Neuvillette, it’s an Honor.” the gray haired man spoke, reaching out a green gloved hand adorned with gold rings. Neuvillette obliged, shaking his hand with a nod. “My name is Alhaitham, I am currently the acting grand sage of Sumeru’s Akademiya. I’m here on behalf of Lord Kusanali to congratulate you on your new position as ruler of Fontaine.” The man's voice seemed a little disinterested, but he was otherwise very polite.

“Alhaitham, thank you for attending.” Neuvillette said. “I’ve heard about what you did for your archon and nation, and I must commend you for your integrity and courage.”

The acting grand sages eyes rolled ever so slightly, and you couldn't help but be reminded of the poise and grace that Neuvillette had when he blessed you with such an action.

“Please, sir. I simply did not want to deal with the aftermath of what they were planning. In all honesty, I was hoping to be responsible for much less in the fallout, but here I am— regardless.”

The blond man smacked his arm, tutting at him disapprovingly. “Stop that!” He turns to Neuvillette with an apologetic look.

“I’m so sorry Monsieur,” the blond says. “What Alhaitham means to say is thank you, and we are both very grateful to be here.”

Alhaitham rolls his eyes once more, shoving the blond man forward a bit towards Neuvillette, “this is my plus-one for the evening, Kaveh.”

Neuvillette takes his hand, shaking it gently. “The light of Kshawrewar, I’ve seen photographs of your work at Port Ormos and the Palace of Alcazarzaray, and read many of your papers on the value of creativity in architecture. It is a delight to finally meet you.”

Kaveh’s face becomes incredibly red, and you feel for him, knowing how intense it can be when Neuvillette is face to face, complimenting you without reservation.

“Oh, I—“ he stutters. “Thank you sir, I’m d-deeply honored.”

“Would you consider taking some time to collaborate with some of our engineers here in Fontaine? There is much that needs to be rebuilt after the great flood, and your artistic flair will fit in most wonderfully with our brightest creatives.”

“Oh—“ Kaveh looks like he might pass out. “I would love to!”

“Wonderful.” Neuvillette turns and introduces you to the two of them, who give you polite nods in return.

“She will get in contact with you in the coming weeks to arrange a proposal. As my assistant, most of the dialogue for such projects falls into her field of work, but I will be keeping a close eye on whatever may become of your collaborations, rest assured.” Neuvillette said, placing a hand on the small of your back.

You tried to ignore the heat from his gloved palm resting against your skin, your bare skin, but you involuntarily shivered, making Neuvillette flinch a bit and pull his hand away, much to your simultaneous relief and displeasure.

The acting grand sage, Alhaitham, seemed to look between you a bit strangely, as if making calculations in his head, but the moment he noticed your eyes on him, he steadied his expression once more.

“I’m sure Kaveh will be most enthused and honored by such an invitation. I’ll ensure he responds in a timely manner.” Alhaitham spoke for the architect, who still seemed a bit awestruck and speechless.

“If you’ll excuse us,” Alhaitham took the blond by the arm, nodding politely as he guided the wide eyed Kaveh off, murmuring to him in hushed tones.

“They seem like an odd pair.” Neuvillette mumbled to himself.

“I think they compliment each other quite nicely.” You smiled, watching them walk off. Neuvillette looked at you a little oddly, but you only glanced at him before the dispersing crowd caught your eye.

The conductor of the orchestra had taken their position, waiting patiently as the noise died down.

“To begin, a requested song, to honor the Iudex.” Neuvillette seemed a bit taken aback as the conductor spoke, but the crowd pushed back to open the dance floor as the first notes of the song rang out.

Your eyes immediately found Wriothesley, recognizing the song as his favorite, the one he played the evening that Neuvillette pulled him away from you so abruptly. The night that you got caught in the rain with Neuvillette, hunkering down in his house to wait out the storm. The evening that changed everything.

The Duke, much to his credit, just winked at you, gesturing with a little nod of his head as if to say well? Get on that dance floor!

You gaped at him, confused before turning to find Neuvillette bent slightly, elegantly at the waist, holding out a single gloved hand as he looked up at you with hopeful eyes.

“May I have the honor of this first dance?” He asked.

Your face felt hot, all these eyes on you, but you wanted this, so you took his hand.

“I’d like that, yes.” You said softly.

He guided you to the center of the dance floor, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back. You rested one hand on his shoulder and the other sat diligently in his palm, and he pulled you just a little bit closer, feeling your chest brush up against him.

Everything around you seemed to blur as he held your gaze, guiding you into the steps of a very simple waltz. You’d not really danced before, only when fooling around with friends, pretending.

Neuvillette made it easy, his secure hold on you made you feel safe, like even if you slipped, he would keep you steady.

His eyes pulled yours in with a magnitude unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. His gaze was so intense, it threatened to take your breath away.

“Neuvillette, sir.” You breathed.

He smiled fondly at you, continuing his expert guidance of you to the song Wriothesley had picked for this moment.

“I think we're beyond the honorifics and titles by now, yes?”

His smile seemed almost teasing, a lightness to his expression you’d rarely ever seen before.

“That's…” you flushed, looking away from him just for a moment. “That’s precisely what we need to talk about.”

He chuckled, spinning you around as other couples began to join you on the floor, gliding and twirling around with each other as the music swayed and swelled.

“We need to speak about your use of titles? “ he said, eyes glittering with mirth. “I suppose when in the office, or in the opera house, they’ll still be appropriate.”

“No—“ you stammered, nearly tripping over his shoe, but he kept you steady, stepping into the movement like it never happened, his hand firm on the skin of your lower back. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

He looked so beautiful in this moment, the gold on him shimmered in the warm lighting, his eyes twinkling with so much emotion, so much power. He was every bit the regal leader he showed to the outside world, but inside, he was so much more.

“Perhaps.” He said, teasingly. He leaned a bit closer to your ear. “Perhaps I wish to just savor this moment for a while longer. Would you allow me that privilege?”

“I…” you felt a little confused, a little dumbstruck. “Of course.” You wanted to enjoy this moment as well, but your heart yearned to know the truth.

Did he truly feel the same way as you? Is that what this was?

But you still couldn’t understand why he was avoiding the conversation you were clearly trying to have.

Could it be because he knew your feelings and… didn’t return them like you thought? Was he trying to get through the night without hurting you? Is that what he meant? That he wished to savor this evening without your pesky feelings getting in the way?

Your thoughts began to spiral, but he kept you steady as the song neared its conclusion. You were glad he had pulled you closer so he couldn't see the worry work itself over your face. All signs pointed that your feelings were reciprocated, but what if you were just deluding yourself?

No, I can’t keep thinking this way. I’ll ruin the whole evening at this rate.

The song flourished into its ending and Neuvillette gave you one last delicate spin before he pulled back and gave the customary bow.

You curtsied, hoping to hide the anxiety that was eating at you.

The second song of the evening began, and the clicking of heels caught your attention, turning you around.

the most beautiful and elegant woman you’d ever seen was striding up to you, a tall and muscular dark haired woman in tow.

The woman in front had luscious pale white hair, her ruby eyes sparkling with intelligence as she looked between you and Neuvillette. She was dressed to the nines; elegant jewels covering her throat and wrists, stunning and intricate hair ornaments, the most gorgeous golden gown, skin tight and showing off her immaculate body. You suddenly felt very self conscious, squirming where you stood as she and her companion drew closer.

She came to a stop in front of you, nodding at Neuvillette.

“May I steal your lovely little assistant for this next dance?” Her voice even sounded rich, like she was someone incredibly important, incredibly powerful.

Neuvillette tensed a bit, his hand still holding yours, bit he breathed, guiding you towards the golden woman. “By all means, enjoy yourselves.”

“Good.” She took your hand, nodding to her companion. “Beidou, please entertain the Iudex, talk of trade or whatever strikes your fancy.”

She pulled you along, guiding you into a new section of the dancefloor and immediately took up the position of the guiding role, pulling you this way and that, though very elegantly, and with practiced ease.

“It’s lovely to finally meet the infamous little assistant.” She said, her ruby eyes glittering.

You felt like you had a frog in your throat. “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I’m not sure who you are, miss.”

“Ah,” she smiled. “You can call me Ningguang. I run some… business in Liyue, and I'm hoping to better my connections with our neighbors by the sea, so to speak.”

Ningguang… where had you heard that name before?

“Ah, then I suppose I’m your gal,” you smiled, feeling a little more at ease. A little. “Most trade negotiations come through me before they reach the Iudex.”

“As I expected. I just wished to meet the person I would be sending my offers to, I would like to know who I’m in business with, you understand.”

You nodded. “Of course, that’s completely understandable.”

”You're such a sweet little thing.” She smiled at you, and you still couldn't shake the feeling you knew her from somewhere. A woman with this aura of importance surely couldn't just be a merchant from liyue.

You let your eyes roam past her shoulder, catching glimpses of her companion speaking with Neuvillette, laughing loudly at something he said and smacking the man on the shoulder in her amusement.

He looked shocked, but was unmoving, a polite smile on his face.

“So,” Ningguang said. “How long have you two been in love?”

You did trip this time, but she caught you, the sharps of her hand jewelry digging into your skin ever so slightly.

“I beg your pardon?” You squeaked.

She laughed, it was a rich and lucious melody you’d never heard in a laugh before.

“Oh please, anyone with eyes can see the way he postures over you like a dog guarding a bone,” her gaze turned mischievous, then. “Or a dragon hoarding its treasure.”

She must’ve felt the way you tensed, the slight quirk of your brow as she said it, because her eyes thinned with amusement, though you weren’t sure if it was on your behalf or at your expense.

You continued the dance in relative silence, and when the song ended, and she pulled you by your hand back towards Neuvillette and her companion, Beidou.

She gave a dramatic bow at the waist, bringing your hand to her lips. “Thank you for indulging me, little one.” She pressed a kiss onto the white satin of your glove, her red lipstick only leaving the faintest of marks. “The information you gave me was most insightful.”

You blushed intensely, not having the words to respond, so you just nodded, giving a light curtsy.

“Congratulations, Monsieur, and Happy Birthday.” she said to Neuvillette.

He bowed, very respectful. “Thank you, Lady Ningguang.”

She dragged her companion away towards the drink table, and it suddenly hit you.

“That was…” holy celestia.

“Lady Ningguang, the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, yes.” Neuvillette sighed.

“And you let me dance with her without a warning?!” You whisper-yelled.

Neuvillette seemed to shake some unwanted emotions off, steadying himself with a heavy grip on his ornamental cane. “Lady Ningguang is not one to be denied such simple requests, and besides,” he looked down at you. “I thought you knew.”

“Pardon me for not expecting to be asked to dance by the leader of a nation.” You grumbled slightly.

Neuvillette laughed, short and quick before he covered it with a cough— clearing his throat.

“And what is so amusing?” You looked up at him expectantly, a little taken aback at how open and soft his expression was.

“She’s only the second leader of a nation to ask you for a dance, my dear. I had the privilege of being the first.”

Your stomach did somersaults at his words, the tone of his voice, his eyes fluttering all across your exposed skin. You felt hot, so very hot.

“What information did you give her?” Neuvillette asked, though it lacked an accusatory tone.

“I didn’t really say anything to her,” you mumbled. “Though I think she suspects you to be a dragon.”

He scoffed a little, voice low and teasing. “And I wonder what kind of woman would ever come to that conclusion, hmm?”

Your stomach decided it was some sort of acrobat, and your thighs quivered.

“Excuse me a moment, I’m going to get a drink.” You managed to squeak out. “Would you like one?”

“Water, if you would.”

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He had only had a moment of reprieve from the people wishing to speak with him when a firm hand landed on his shoulder.

“I hate to break it to you, but you’re a fuckin’ moron.”

His eyes ached in their sockets from the tremendous side-eye he was giving to the Duke of Meropide.

Wriothesley had wrapped his arm around Neuvillettes shoulders, jostling the fine Snezhnayan melt he was savoring in his goblet right before he was interrupted.

“I understand we’ve opened our relationship to discussions outside of work topics, Wriothesley, but I don't think that kind of language is appropriate, regardless of our status as friends.”

“What, like you’ve never said the word ‘fuck’ before?” Wriothesley teased.

Neuvillette scoffed, taking a sip of his water and hoping Wriothesley didn’t see the pink threatening to color the tips of his ears.

“Well, either way.” The Duke sighed, though his signature teasing grin was still ever present. “Are you dumb or just blind?”

Neuvillette sighed, his eyes fluttering shut. “What could possibly warrant such childish insults, Wriothesley?”

“You're telling me you haven’t noticed the way she’s been eyeing you all night? And you still haven’t confessed?”

Neuvillette gaped at the Duke before his eyes flitted around the room, catching you watching them for a brief second before your eyes slipped away, back to focusing on the conversation you were having with Miss Navia.

“She’s been looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky for her since the moment she walked in here,” Wriothesley said. “And if I may be so bold, you’ve been eyeing her like you want to swallow her whole since that very same moment.”

“Preposterous.” Neuvillette scoffed. “Such salacious accusations.”

“I’m just saying, man.” Neuvillette winced a bit as Wriothesley squeezed his shoulder. “Knowing her, she’s agonizing over whether her feelings are reciprocated, or if she’s just fooling herself into thinking that you’re looking at her the way you are.”

“You—“ Neuvillette stopped, registering the Duke's words. “Surely you're not serious?”

“Deadly serious,” Wriothesley said. “She thinks she shouldn’t have the feelings she does, and she’ll keep telling herself that all the gifts and the touches and the looks are just her brain playing tricks on her, making it something it's not.”

“But…” Neuvillette didn’t have the words. Did you truly doubt him? Has he not been expressing his attempts to court you well enough?

“Don’t try to over analyze it, don’t try to ask why.” Wriothesley looked a little stern then. “Her childhood left her with a lot of anxiety, a lot of self doubt. She won't ever think she’s worthy unless you tell her upfront that she is.”

“She’s more than worthy… I thought I—“

“I know, I know.” Wriothesley sighed. “She needs it spelled out nice and clear for her though. You need to tell her how you feel.”

“And you’re certain she feels the same way?” Neuvillette was hesitating though he was almost certain by now. His subtle attempts at courtship were accepted, reciprocated, even though he wasn��t sure you realized that's what you were doing.

You flushed when he complimented you, shivered when his touch would graze you, you cared for him, cared about him. Surely you felt the same as he?

“She hasn’t been this way about a person ever, Neuvillette, you’ve gotta know that.” Wriothesley said, patting him on the back. “It’s only ever been you. In all the years I've known her, it's never happened. Until now.”

The Duke left him to ruminate over the weight of his words. Time seemed to slow for him, and he wasn’t sure if he had the courage to do what needed to be done.

Sure, the subtle flirting, something he didn't realize he knew how to do until Sedene pointed it out— that was alright, he enjoyed watching you get flustered, enjoyed that delicious smell that followed you when your cheeks grew heated.

He danced with you, because everything in his body screamed for your touch, and that was an appropriate excuse to hold you close.

But to actually confess his feelings? Something he didn't think he would have to do?

But really— what did he think was going to happen? That he would continue prancing around, pretending to be fine with just giving you gifts and receiving your dutiful attention in the office, then going home alone to wallow in his suffering?

No, he wanted you, he’d come to that conclusion a long time ago, but he just couldn’t bring himself to admit it.

He went through the motions of the rest of the evening with a fine glaze over his eyes, not really interested, but pretending to enjoy himself lest his guests become offended. He danced with Lady Furina, had snacks and desserts with the traveler and that harbinger, Tartaglia, who only made subtle comments asking for a sort of rematch, though Neuvillette wouldn’t really classify what happened between them as a battle. It was more of a silencing of a wild animal, putting a stop to something causing too much commotion for his liking. Regardless, he was civil, but he couldn’t help but look for you in his peripherals, and every time he would look, you’d be looking too, shyly avoiding his gaze at the last second.

By the seven, he wanted you. He’d curse himself thrice over for ever letting you think you were unworthy of feeling his affections. Of caring for him in return.

The ball started to die down, and he found himself starting to get restless, his instincts were itching and pulling at his skin, making him want to act instead of just standing there. Finally he broke, finding you in the thinning crowd and resting a hand on the small of your back, reveling in the heat from your bare skin against his glove.

“Would you be interested in accompanying me on my walk home? Perhaps stay a bit for some tea?” he asked, softly as to not let others hear.

“You’re wanting to go home already?” You turned to him, smirking. “Ah… I suppose you’ve lasted long enough.”

“Do you think if we snuck out now, we could avoid Furina spotting us?” he asked, revealing that he’d already grabbed your cloak and his coat from the check.

You giggled behind a satin glove, looking around a bit before you spotted the former archon across the room.

You subtly flagged down the traveler, leaning in to whisper in her ear. The blonde nodded, making a beeline for Furina, guiding her away from the eye line of the door and out of sight.

“Lumine is going to cover for us.” You whispered, grabbing his arm. “Let’s go, quick!’

You both made a hasty escape out of the conference hall, walking to the entrance of the Palais before you realized it was still raining.

Neuvillette graciously slipped your cloak around your shoulders, and you shuddered as his fingertips brushed your bare skin, making him shudder as well, suppressing the urge to purr in delight.

He pulled your hood up around your hair, making sure the bow in front was secure before pulling on his coat.

“Are you ready?” He asked, gesturing to the downpour.

You smiled, “You know I love the rain.”

He grabbed your hand, smiling as you squealed as you both ran out into the storm. You otherwise would have been soaked to the bone, shivering from the cold, but he’d requested both of the outfits to be made entirely waterproof, so the droplets merely rolled right off the both of you.

It didn't stop the wind from pulling at your hood, making you giggle as you tried to keep it down over your hair.

His hair was soaked, and as he guided you along the darkened streets, only the lamps illuminating your path, you spoke out to him.

“Are you sure this isn’t one of your rain storms?”

“I assure you it’s most natural.” He said, raising his voice above the sound of the water hitting the pavement. “I technically could stop it, if you’d like.”

“No,” you giggled, looking up at him as you walked swiftly alongside him, still hand in hand. “I was just making sure you’re happy.”

He stopped, taking in your words. You turned to look at him, pulling your hand free from his grip.

“You are happy, yes?” You asked.

“I’ve never been happier, I think.” He said, just soft enough you could barely hear it over the rain.

“Neuvillette—“ you said as he grabbed your hand, trying to pull you along once more.

“Come, let’s get to the house,” he said, “I need to tell you something.”

“Neuvillette,” you stopped him, pulling free once more.

He turned around to face you, feeling a little taken aback at how serious you looked. You were so beautiful, standing in the rain like this, eyes filled with determination.

“Neuvillette, I—“

he interrupted you, “come, let's get to the house, we can speak ther—“

”I think I'm in love with you!” You shouted over the rain.

He gaped at you, eyes wide with shock for a moment. He never…. He never expected you to say it, not now at least.

“I’m in love with you.” You reiterated.

You looked fearful, but yet so brave. Beautiful, enticing. You were everything.

His chest pulled, and he found himself walking toward you at a near impossible speed, and before he knew exactly what he was doing, his hands were cupping your face and he was pulling you against him to press his mouth to yours.

You made the cutest squeaking sound, but melted into his touch nearly immediately. The kiss grew deeper, and he found himself pulling you closer, touching you further. The hood of your cloak fell down, letting your hair join his in the exposure of the rain, the water dripping down your faces as he pulled and took and kissed you. The fire burning deep within him roared, the waters churning violently against their confinement.

He wanted to devour you whole in this moment, and he picked you up, pulling his arms under your bottom to hold you even closer, kiss even deeper.

You moaned out as his teeth knicked at your lips, he hadn’t even realized they’d grown sharper in the moments he’d been consuming you. He was losing his grip on his form, you were unraveling him at the seams.

“I am also in love with you, if you hadn’t already surmised.” He mumbled against your lips as he pulled back.

“Take me to your house, Neuvillette.” You breathed against him. “I want that tea you promised me.”

He grinned. “You’ll get your tea, and so much more, my darling.”

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