#dainsleif x male reader

[maplleaf]

《 The Prettiest of Them All 》

Giving them a 'strange' outfit after losing a bet

(Dainsleif, Alhaitham, Shenhe)

{☆} Dainsleif: Maid Outfit

- he is... an old man

- Dain knows that certain things are romanticized nowadays, but he doesn't really get why you want to see him in a maid outfit.

- though, seeing how it's you who requested it, he couldn't help but say yes. He did lose the bet after all.

- plus the stars that seemed to have formed in your eyes from excitement rivals the stars on his cape so... can he really just deny the request?

- for the entirety of the day, which he lends to you fully to fulfill the bet, he acted like a maid that he's used to seeing back in Khaenri'ah.

- old man even promised he'll do everything you ask him to for the entire day.

- by that he meant everything.

"Dain, honey, this isn't really necessary."

Dainsleif shook his head as he stood beside you, holding a tray he found in one of your cabinets. His posture is straight, the short frilly skirt and stockings he's using doing wonders to your imagination.

"You requested a maid outfit, it would be fitting for me to act like this," he stated. Yes, you did do that, but it was to see him in a cute maid outfit; not being taken care of like fragile glass for the whole day.

The twilight sword, who picked up a dustsweeper for a weapon now, cooked you a delicious meal for breakfast this morning; now he's insisting that he do the same for lunch. It's comforting being cared for by your lover, but you barely had to lift a finger the entire day, Dainsleif even helped you wear your own clothes!

You sighed, it's still worth it seeing Dainsleif in this outfit; the frilly skirt didn't cover anything below his knees and an adorable headband he's wearing. Yet, you feel guilty for making your lover act as a maid than a lover, even if it's because of a bet.

Placing a hand on top of Dainsleif's as he placed down the tray. "You said you'll do anything as my maid, right?"

Dainsleif's starry eyes looked back at yours, feeling your thumb caressing his rough hand. "Then I request you to have lunch with me as a lover," your free hand pulled the chair not so far away so it'll be right next to you.

Dainsleif chuckled, a smile formed onto his face. He didn't mind this whole maid thing, truly. Even if the design of the maid outfit isn't something he's used to seeing, he didn't mind taking care of you for the day; it's one of the ways to show his love for you after all.

The twilight maid stood straight as he finished preparing your meal, then sat down on the chair you offered. You couldn't help but smile as you took a spoonful of the food and directing it to Dainsleif's mouth.

"Open up, love," the blonde does as he's told, tasting the food he made himself. "Good isn't it," you said, or more like stated. Dainsleif's methods of cooking are simple for the sake of ease when adventuring, yet the results are always a delight.

"It's good."

{◇} Alhaitham: Nurse Outfit

- He was... not happy with this.

- He's not into wearing different outfits for fun, choosing to wear the same style of clothes everyday. But he knows what this is.

- Humiliating, to say the least, but he's not backing down from his words; honestly, losing to you in a bet is surprisingly more shocking than wearing the fontaine-like nurse outfit.

- a nurse? You could've chose a doctor and he would be happier. The outfit didn't even looked like an actual nurse outfit, choosing the version with a tight skirt, pastel green color, and a hat with the red plus sign signifying a hospital

- he sighed and agreed on wearing it, but only for half an hour and no pictures.

"You're stranger than a hydro slime that prefer being in the desert."

"Shh, nurses don't insult their patients, 'haitham." Alhaitham scoffed as he continued reading the words on his book, "you're not even a patient."

Closing the page to go to the next one, you leaned on his broad shoulders. "I might be one if my heart gets broken by that attitude," it was a joke, clearly. Alhaitham knew you didn't mind his distant persona, you were able to be in a long-lasting relationship with him after all.

The acting grand sage is currently sitting on your lap, a book in his hand and your hand holding onto the page waiting for him to finish his reading. His legs are cross legged, the tight skirt had preferred it and he wasn't in the mood to have his legs spread out.

Alhaitham sighd as he tapped on your hand, a signal for him to go to the next page. "Why did you even want me to wear the outfit if we could do this without one?" Alhaitham asked, or more like demanded an answer to.

Your hand slowly turned to the next page before idling on the page beside the one he's reading. "You look cute with this," you complimented, "well, cuter than usual."

The last sentence came with a chuckle, one that made Alhaitham's cold heart melt into a puddle, even if his blank expression says otherwise.

Meanwhile due to the lenght of the skirt, Alhaitham felt a particularly cold wind hits his legs and almost made him shudder, perhaps it was a bad idea having your kitchen window open.

It's not uncomfortable per se, but seeing as he's so used to using long pants, his body simply doesn't feel familiar to it. Noticing the slight shake, you began to worry.

It's been getting colder slightly in Sumeru. The rain season started and the bright and warm sun had rarely hit the city nowadays, stranding the place of the usual warmth.

Not wanting Alhaitham to get another cold wind hitting him your legs starts to shift and your hand getting him off your lap. "Hold on, I'll get a jacket for you," a push on your chest made you fall back to the couch. It's strangely attractive how strong Alhaitham's arms are.

"You made me wear this ridiculous outfit yet leaving at the same time? Since when were you this rude," Alhaitham scoffed, placing your hand back to the pages and the same position as before. The acting grand master smirked at your dumbfounded and reddening face, how couldn't he?

Coughing to relief some embarassment, your hand had slightly gripped the paper stronger than before. "Right, of course. I couldn't just leave my favorite nurse alone," you tried to regain some control back.

The two of you continued on reading after that, for every page that Alhaitham finished your fingers would delicately move on to the next page.

By all mean, Alhaitham finds it strange how you feel attracted to an outfit. Though seeing as he's the only one you want to see in this oufit, he'll count it as a win of his own.

{♤} Shenhe: Bunnygirl + Blazer overlay

- "Oh, Yelan showed me this once." "what."

- Much like Dainsleif, she doesn't really get it. Though, it is her first time wearing a blazer as an overlay for the outfit, you gave it to her saying "This'll make you look cuter than ever."

- the addition of a headband with bunny ears made her slightly confused but brushed it off since you looked happy when she wore it.

- the entire day, the two of you played card games and showed Shenhe some recent Fontaine inventions.

- It was a rather relaxing day, even if she's wearing a strange bunnygirl outfit you found being sold by a travelling fashion designer. Shenhe doesn't mind and you almost melted at the cuteness of your lover.

- the only complaints she had about the outfit is that you can't place your head on top of hers due to the headband.

Your heart is close to melting into a pile of goo as Shenhe looks at you with a neutral gaze. This isn't the first time you wanted her to wear something, though usually it's matching clothes you have for eachother.

"Just one more thing," you mumbled, taking the bunny eared headband from the counter. Shenhe leaned against your hand to match your height. Backing up from your girlfriend, you gazed at her happily.

A balance between elegance and cuteness, the blazer did well making her look sophisticated. This moment just couldn't be wasted, not even a second! You started to search for something you bought another Fontaine invention.

Shenhe turned her head to look at your direction. Though the woman perked up in curiosity as she saw you held up a box whilst yelling 'got it!'

Shenhe watches as you took a device from the box, her own curiosity beating her as she read the words on it.

"A memory preserving box of wonders," Shenhe read on the side. There was an influx of Fontaine inventors coming to Liyue for the Lantern Rite festival. In that time, you had the dazzling opportunity to buy certain clothing made by their fashion designers and some inventions they sold.

"It can take and develop a picture at real time, the result would be similair to the one you usually carry around," you answered, head on her head before realizing it's an uncomfortable position and backing away. Shenhe flinches as you placed your head beside her ear instead.

"Now smile to the camera, love," you told her, a flash of light taking over both of your eyesight as the picture was slowly being developed within the machine of the kamera.

You were still behind Shenhe, waiting for the results. Though the adepti's student turned her body around to see you on an eye-to-eye level. She carefully took off the headband and placed it on your head instead.

"Shenhe, what's wrong?" you gave a nervous laugh, fearing the headband or the outfit might've made her uncomfortable. Shenhe's beautiful eyes looked back at yours with no hint of being flustered by the distance between you.

"You didn't place your head on mine because of it, I don't like it," she admits, making you confused on wether to sigh from relief or chuckle at her. The picture from the kamera slowly developed, colors emitting from the once darkened frame.

Now with your head on top of hers, both of you appreciated at the picture. Shenhe even kept it alongside the picture she has of her old home, carrying it around everyday as a reminder of you.

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[liliumsabyss]

So I’ve seen that you are accepting request? Then… may I please request a Dainsleif x Male reader? Where the reader is like the traveler, but they’re disguised as wondering, mythical dancer in pursuit to learn and teach more art of a special dance. But while they travelling they take a short break to practice a dance, unaware that a certain knight is watching him from afar. And as Dainsleif continues to watches him dance, an enchanting feeling washes over the knight as he continues to watch the reader dance. As reader finishes practicing his dancing, all Dainsleif could feel is nothing, but total relief over his both body and mind. This goes on a a few nights, until the reader ask Dainsleif to join him in a waltz under the stars. The waltz finishes and they both exchange names and the reader bid him farewell, but not before saying in quiet tone "that they will both will met again and have another waltz under the stars."

So I hope this is enough for you to work with.

Waltz Under the Stars

FEM DNI I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Dainsleif x Male Reader

Fluffy Oneshot

Summary: Two stranger have a waltz under the stars

Word Count: 1,187

Tw: Breif mentions of war and other things containing Dainsleif’s past, Unedited

A/n: Im am very sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy this! And thank you so much for providing a plot in such depth it helped me in writing this so much!

You had been traveling for hours on end only to be a couple of hours outside the city of freedom. Your reasons for traveling as largely as you did varied between two reasons one the truth and the other truthful but more of a cover. The truth being is you awoke in this world with only one thing in your memory but a type of dance and your name. The cover was to spread your dance teaching the ways of it to any who may be interested as you traveled which was true in part but it was more so to see if anyone could identify where the dance had come from and maybe that is where you came from as well. And so that brings you to the clearing in which you stood taking off your shoes and socks. You stood your bare feet together, arms by your side, the music from the capital of Monstadt faintly being carried amongst the breeze, you outstretched your arms and started to practice. Your feet and legs delicately swiveled, pointed, lifted and turned your arms flowing in tandem. Little to your knowledge a certain knight stood in the trees around the clearing peering in curiosity at your unfamiliar presence. The blonde haired knight watched enchanted when you danced your moves matching the song that carried from the city, the moonlight lighting up your gestures, and for once he felt peace. Peace from the everlasting war, peace from immortality, peace from the world, peace for the gods, just peace, he felt calm and his mind had been rendered blank. And he just continued to watch you practice through the night till near dawn when you sat down and drifted off to sleep. And the other male walked off. 

Each night as you practiced the knight would come and watch you dance under the moonlight each time taking the weight that he felt off his chest. However little to his knowledge is on the third night you had spotted him in the cover of night a slight shimmer came from the man's golden designs of his outfit. And with a little focusing of your eyes revealed the stranger hiding amongst the trees watching with what appeared to be a neutral expression but upon closer inspection a gentle smile hid on his face. You didn’t mind the blonde's attention on you as you practiced night after night only resting in the mornings but by the time you'd wake the sun was high in the sky and the other male was gone. It was the seventh day the sun was setting and you prepared to practice once more, once again taking off your shoes and socks putting your bare feet together. This time without waiting for the music of the night that streamed from the city you began. The blonde stranger hadn’t appeared yet, most likely waiting for the cover of darkness. You still danced regardless of any of the circumstances of the moment. And so as you swung your body around gracefully yet powerfully until you noticed the sky was once again dark and the music of the main city flowed through the air. And when you noticed you stopped your steps looking around trying to spot the obscured blonde stranger, and when you saw the slight shine of his armor in an attempt to hide in a lush shrub.

“ Hello Stranger…may I ask for a dance?” You asked somewhat timidly towards the figure in the brush hoping you made eye contact but through the dark it was too hard to tell. The shrub let out a rustle as the other male climbed out of it stepping onto the leafy ground that made crackling noises with every approaching step towards you until he stood right in front of you. He looked at you, his crystal teal blue eyes remained neutral as was the expression on his face.

“ Only if you’d like.” he says slightly bowing his head in response.

“ Well then would you like to lead or follow?” You asked joyfully to his response as you smiled at him, happy to have someone to dance with once again.

“ Lead…please” he mumbled lowly so you could barely hear him looking for approval from you. Once you nodded he put one hand out as his other arm folded behind him.

You grabbed his hand as he grasped it pulling you closer to him, your arms extending sideways. His other hand clasped your hip as you clasped his shoulder. And so the two of you were off waltzing to the sounds of nature and the music of the main city being carried on the wind. You were whirling around your feet maneuvering around each other, the only light you had was the faint glow from the city and the moonlight that showed perfectly through the clearing. The coolness of his hands felt nice in comparison to the warm climate of Monstadt. His face was so close to yours as you did nothing but stare until a huge grin broke out on your face for some inexplicable reason and the other male in front of you let out a small smile that was barely noticeable but there none the less. The dance lasted for what felt like a lifetime of peace even though it could have only been minutes and so the whirling slowed down till you came to a stop. The blonde male and you each stepped back away from the other starring still.

“ May I ask for your name?” You asked bowing slightly, looking at him with a small playful smirk on your face.

“ Dainsleif” The man whispered under his breath so quietly you thought it must've been your imagination until he spoke up slightly, “ And may I ask for yours?”

And when you told him your name in response the corners of his lips twitched as his mouth opened slightly repeating your name back to you. So in likeness you repeated his name back to him with a kinda warmth in your tone that most could only hope to imitate. 

“ Well Dainsleif,” You started as you grabbed your stuff placed around you, “ I have very much enjoyed your company however I must bid you farewell, I have to continue my journey.”

Dainsleif had a look on his face that you couldn’t quite figure out what it meant but you just gave out a reassuring hum as you continued to collect your stuff. Scrambling around the clearing stuffing your various possessions into your brown leather bag while trying to get on your shoes as the other male watched you silently. By the time you had collected all your stuff still stood watching you, his arms crossed in front of his chest. You approached him once again giving a slight bow before immediately turning away briskly walking away. And as you got to the edge of the clearing before setting out into the dark you stopped turning your head to see Dainsleif frozen in place before you whispered under your breath.

“ And they will both will meet again and have another waltz under the stars…”

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[explicitred]

The Bough Keeper

Dainsleif x Male Reader

yandere??? I don't know

is this considered yandere??

(you can also read as gender-neutral or female, I don't put specifics pronouns. but even if I do add pronouns, you can replace the words with your own.)

note: HIIIIIIIIIII it's been so long since I've last written (I last wrote and posted 4 months ago)

For some reason, I got a boost of motivation after checking Tumblr and seeing that I last posted months ago (plus doing the Caribert archon quest today, after delaying for months)

I didn't write dialogue for Dainsleif since I don't know how to write him, but I hope this fanfic lightens your mood anyway

also there's no plot lol, I just randomly thought of this and went along with whatever I wrote

Dainsleif's eyes drifted toward the door, checking for if you were back for what seemed like the fiftieth time.

The Bough Keeper didn't even touch his alcoholic drink, not even once; after hearing that you had to leave again.

Finally, he sighed and took a sip of his drink.

He sat in a wooden chair, faced towards the door of a cottage-like house in the forest. Really, how did you even find this house?

Dainsleif would sometimes rush into the cottage house in the past, heart beating wildly, unsure of what to due to calm himself down after talking to you.

Though his heart yearned for you, he would always turn too shy and hide his face behind his cape. However, it would be wise not to underestimate the lengths and things he would do to appease you, or to have even an ounce of your attention on him.

After all, your presence and attention felt euphoric and heavenly, cleansing his sins.

The sun may burn brightly, but his love for you rivaled even the gods' strength. Oh, how he would do the most unspeakable acts just to gain a single praise from you.

Click

The door opened.

Ah, you were back.

Dainsleif's breath hitched, as his eyes immediately looked down at his drink. His throat lurched, as you moved nearer to him.

You entangle your fingers through his soft blonde locks, and Dainsleif suddenly feels dizzy from the warmth spreading in his chest.

Dainsleif leans closer toward your touch but scoots to make room for you on the same chair, making sure that your fingers can still reach him.

Your legs touch from the proximity, and Dainsleif could feel your arms slowly wrapping around his torso.

"Hmm, how long have you been waiting for me?"

Your voice rumbles beside his head, his head tucked in the crook of your neck.

Dainsleif cannot find himself able to answer from his muddled mind and state of bliss.

How cruel. How could you expect him to answer you properly when you're so close to him?

He felt he was practically on your lap, the tips of his ears turning even more pink; if that was possible.

Your hands rubbed soothing circles on his back, waiting in silence for an answer.

If he had to suffer, again and again, the horror of the cataclysm, he would gladly do it to receive your affection, no matter how minor.

Ah... Allowing him to stay by your side for eternity would be a great honor to him. A feat, even greater than the gods that Teyvat citizens praise each day.

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[prosaic-dust-bunny]

Study sessions

Genshin Vignettes

Modern AU - How they help you study

Genshin!men x male reader*

Content: Fluff & confort

*Although the reader doesn’t end up being gendered for this post specifically POV wise, I didn’t want to bait people into believing I would always do gn reader stuff since my works mostly caters to male readers.

Albedo is always very perceptive when it comes to your general mood. When he sees you pouncing around like a caged tiger, he believes bringing you to a café is the best course of action to avoid you from turning crazy from all this nervous studying. The café he chose is nice, not too mainstream and not too influenced by the latest wanna be edgy trend on pinterest, while remaining down to earth. As you enter, he immediately spots a table near a wall so you have access to an electrical outlet for your laptop. Albedo hangs his coat on the back of the chair and leaves to go order something to drink. Shortly after your partner comes back with two lavender chai latte and the sweetest of smiles. The afternoon passes by so fast and now the situation doesn’t look as dire as it seemed back then.

Arataki Itto - We know the man can read and write, that was established when he tried to write a work of fiction for some library event. However, he usually keeps away from the academic field. When he listens to you rambling about exams and how badly you need to study, he decides to take the matter in his own hand; take the bull (Ushi) by the horns if you will. He ends up stealing your notes and makes you chase him around your room until he succeeds in baiting you to go outside. You just exit the building and all you hear is a «Think fast!» leaving you almost no time to react.  You manage to catch the ball he threw at you and stare at him in disbelief mildly upset at his shenanigans. You are about to say you don’t have time for this, but he starts talking before you could. «So here’s the plan babe. Each time I ask a question from your notes, I’ll throw you the ball. If you give the correct answer you throw it back, but if you are wrong, you need to run to me to give me the ball with a kiss on the lips.»

Dainsleif was involved in everything you were doing, always making sure to know what you were interested in or what was going on even though he could often be away on business trips. He came back from his latest trip overseas right as you were starting to get ready for your exams week. He took that upcoming academic challenge of yours very seriously and wanted to know how you were planning to study. He then asked to scan through your notes. After he was done he looked a little mischievous but nothing enough to worry you. After two days of studying, when the action of breathing itself felt dull, your partner appeared in your study and put a stack of paper on your desk. The sheets were randomized sentences taken for your notes with some blanks left for you to fill out. Having your material in such a random matter made you think even more about what words you needed to write in the blank cases. Dain would peek over your shoulder to see how you were doing with the excuse of «massaging your shoulders». Ok even though you know he just wanted to know how it was going, receiving a massage for your tensed shoulders felt supremely good.

Diluc - For the most part of your week, you spent your time in limbo studying at your partner’s home. Diluc had made arrangements in his schedule to have more free time and adapt to your exams session - he assured you he wasn't supposed to receive a call from work unless the winery had collapsed. Although you have a lot of content to study, Diluc helps you make schema and mind maps all divided by colour categories. His goal is to make the content simpler, but also make the workload seem more manageable to inhibit anxious thoughts. At the end of each day, he would suggest you take a walk in a nearby park or just stroll down the streets around the block. Breathing the fresh air was very beneficial, but you also enjoyed that special time spent with him.

Gorou acts like a real strategist when it comes to your academic success. He googled tips and tricks on how to study more effectively and made a thorough schedule a whole month in advance. All you had to do was to ask for his help and he would rally to support you. A typical study day was divided into Pomodoro study sessions (50 minutes to study - 10 minutes break) and he even managed to sync his training schedule on your study one so you could enjoy breaks together. The evenings are spent unwinding and adjusting the S.M.A.R.T. objectives you set for yourself together. For the first time in a long time you don’t have to cram all in one night thanks to Gorou. Before you leave your home in the morning of an exam day, you would rub his ears to make sure to accumulate some good luck in case you needed it. After your exams week is over, you treat your partner to an all inclusive tail grooming session.

Kaedehara Kazuha is the type to lay around reading poetry or woodwork beside you so you don't have to feel alone while studying. At some point you had to set boundaries because having him practice a music instrument in the background, mostly his zither, was too distracting for you. It’s not that you didn’t like what he played, you usually enjoy it in a different setting, you just happened to listen to your specific studying playlist. When you have an especially hard time with some content, you can count on your partner to help you. Kazuha makes you remember the darndest, most difficult things by creating cute silly phrases or poems. His Mnemonics techniques got you thinking the wildest things while you were taking your exams.

Kaeya didn’t see himself pursuing higher education. The college classes on administration he took were enough for him and he knew he didn’t need any specific degree to work administratively as a city official. Sure he sometimes mused about going to university mostly for the pay raise it could give and the more interesting work load; but seeing you stressed at the end of each semester kinda made the idea fade away. As hedonistic as ever, Kaeya really wanted to help you study, but at the one condition it was possible to make it fun for the both of you. So for each night you scheduled to study, he would make you two roleplay as teacher and student. Your partner was a fast learner so he had no problem understanding everything you would regurgitate from your notes. On your side, it allowed you to achieve almost complete mastery of the subjects. At the end of your study nights, Kaeya was always able to change the atmosphere with some flirty comments; something about you being the teacher was so enticing to him.

Kamisato Ayato - When you first wake up in the early morning, you notice the emptiness of the other side of the bed. Even though the first rays of the dawn were only timidly rising at the horizon, your partner must have gone out to train at the dojo he had a membership for. You wish you could lay back down, but you know you have a lot of things to study, mostly stuff you put out until the last minute. You go grab some items in the kitchen in an attempt to make an almost complete breakfast and then move into the room that hosts your study and find a pile of neatly stacked flashcards on the center of your desk. On the first one you can read an elegantly written message: «Try answering the questions on the card. The answer is on the back. If you succeed, put it away, you already know that one. If you miss, put it in a pile that you will revisit later. Love, Ayato.» As you skim the first few questions, you remember how secretive your partner was last night. He wanted to surprise you with a meaningful way to help you with studying. You would have to thank him properly once he got back from his sword practice at his dojo.

Tartaglia - When Ajax learned your exams were coming, he was quick to suggest hiring the best tutors he could find to make sure you would be ready for them without too much stress. «I don’t want you to worry that pretty little head of yours.» He had said back then. You had to discourage him from going too intense and promise him you would ask for his help if you were getting too much in your head about the exams session. After you revised most of the material and that your notes lost all appeal you went to find him. He was so happy you went to ask for him and a sense of duty washed over him. He was going to help his partner realize his academic goals. He proceeded to read your notes and after he finished each page he would quiz you on the things he just had read. Having someone not familiar with the material you were studying ended up a good thing because Ajax asked the most precise questions, meaning you had to step up your game. Truth be told Ajax considered this much better than hiring tutors and he had you all for himself.

Thoma - You didn't want to be overbearing and ask for too much help during the end of the semester since you felt that you did so little around the house, but Thoma was quick to understand your finals were stressing you out. You didn’t have to ask in any shape or form but your partner made sure you were always comfy, well fed and hydrated at all times. He went as far as making you change your location hourly so you would get stiff from being seated for too long. He made some of your favourite meals and always cheered you up. «Who told you you wouldn’t pass that exam.» «Hum, seems like limiting beliefs to me.» «Maybe you are accustomed to having to feel stressed before passing an exam, because each time you do so, you end up with good grades.» «I believe in you, you can do anything you set your mind to.» «Come on babe, study one more hour and we can watch an episode of ‘Our flag means death’.» 

Xiao - In the semi darkness of your room, your partner was reading the notes you had previously read yourself. You could feel his warmth against your side and were feeling quite cozy in the blanket nest you had made for yourselves. The pattern was simple: you studied one lesson, and then gave the notes to Xiao for him to read. You would move onto the next lesson and when you had both finished would share what you understood of the topics taught in the first lesson and then continue until you had covered all the lessons. This specific back and forth was a great way for you to remember the theory you needed to learn. You already told your partner he didn’t need to study, but he likes doing so, sharing those nights with you. Sometimes you would rest your head against his shoulder to continue studying or rub his back and it would make him feel good even though he didn’t say anything.

Zhongli - You were currently making tea for you and your partner’s incoming study session. You took off the kitchen thermometer of the water and looked at the digit. Perfect. The water was at the right temperature for an herbal tea. In this house tea was a serious matter and you wouldn’t dare burn the miserable tea leaves. Today you decided on a blend of different varieties of mint mixed altogether and you added a drop of honey. The honey was meant to combat that itch you had in your throat for the last few days and soothe Xiansheng’s throat before he’d start helping you study. You brought the two cups to the table where your partner was browsing your notes. He thanked you and took a sip of the tea and smiled at the taste. «Thank you love, your tea is delicious. Do I savour a subtle taste of honey in there? Great then, should we start?» You answered affirmatively and he started reading your notes aloud. The soothing voice of your partner had a way to keep you hooked and take in the material in another way than by reading them. Maybe later on he would accept to lounge on the couch with you tangled around him as he finished reading your notes.

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𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐅 【𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐄𝐒】

FALLING LEAFS. 𑁍 Howdy! This is Dains part, I also posted this one my ao3

FLOWER POT. 𑁍 amir(oc?), Dainsleif

GROWING VINES. 𑁍 SAGAU(Self Aware Genshin AU), God! reader, gn reader, no pronouns used., kissing,

FALTERING SOIL. 𑁍 cult behaviors,

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..you feel a light tap on your shoulder, turning around you see Amir proper a ever looking like he has something important to say. Amir leans forward and a hush tone he says, "Pardon me your Grace, Sir Dainsleif would like to see you in the west corridor balcony."

You nod your head in understanding; giving Amir a soft pat on the head, "Thank you for letting me know, while am gone please oversee the party for me, but do not forget to take your break every now and than okay?" You let your hand fall onto his shoulder giving him a reassuring squeeze before walking out the door you came through. Thankfully the walk wasn't as long as it used to be. You remember when you used to get lost constantly inhe maze like halls.

Upon reaching the balcony you see Dains figure leaning against the rail, seemingly lost in thought you wonder what is going through his mind. Opening the balcony door, Dain turns his head eyes locking with yours, "..You came earlier than expected Your Grace I figured your other acylates would've held you up. Like usual." The annoyed tone in his voice made you chuckle as you walk to stand beside him, "They almost did however them being to pre-ocupied with the food and wine and with your invitation gave me the chance to escape; but aside from that I couldn't leave my most beloved acolyte out on the balcony drinking by himself could I?"

Dains face flushes a bright red at words, looking away for a second before his face hosts a serious expression..

"Pardon me if this is seen as speaking out of line, however will you ever be able to restore my home? I know you aren't at full power and still are in the process of regining them but do you believe you will ever be capable of restoring Khaenri'ah? Or possibly evening saving the people- the now hilichurls; lifting the curse and restoring them to what they were once more?"

A solom look passed over your face, you wished you had complete control of your powers, your hand gripped the rail tightly, "I don't believe I can restore the nation's and the people yet, but once I do I will see that the nation is restored you and the others can have your home back. I will not allowed more blood to be shed again."

A look of immediately took over his face once more. The relief that a divine would be willing to help him restore his nation; is not enough for having to wait ever so longer to go back home.

Your heart aches for him, wishing you could do more than what you currently are capable of, to restore his home and the rest of Tyvet to the once loving and peaceful world you once sought it to be.

You raised you hand to his face, cupping his cheek in your hand, "Trust me, I want to restore Khaenri'ah as much as you; therfore I will do everything in my power to restore it back to its former glory."

A small smile crawls its way onto his face, nuzzling further into the comfortable warmth of your hand. Suddenly, his eyes begin to tear up, "Thank you, [Name],; even after my sins against you, you still treat me with kindness and love and for that I am grateful." Dainsleif moves forward; closer to you so resting his forehead against yours and hold your face in his hands.

Your skin was as soft as he imagined. So warm and soft just as the stories foretold. You two stayed like that for a moment longer, before Dains gaze wandered down your face landing on your lips, 'so soft and plush looking..' his breath hitches, daring to move his lips closer to yours.

His eyes flick up towards yours in hopes of gaining your approval. You already knew what he wanted, having the ability to read people's minds is both a blessing and a cruse.

Without a second thought, you press your lips again his in a gentle kiss. His lips are slightly chapped, but soft and surprisingly sweet. Dain was taken by surprise but soon melted in the kiss, absolutely captivated by how soft your lips are.

When you pulled away from the kiss, he not so subtlety chased after your lips, stealing them once more for his satisfaction. When he pulls away with that satisfied look on his face you couldn't help but chuckle.

"Didn't know you can get so greedy, though I'm most certainly not complaining."

Dainsleif couldn't do anything but stutter out a response and hiding his red face in your shoulder.

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Stuck - Dainsleif - Part #1

Modern AU - You and Dainsleif get stuck in an elevator together

Synopsis: It's always been hard to tell what dainsleif is really thinking. His emotions seem to always ebb and flow, he's sometimes blunt, other times passionate. His erratic behaviour never interfered with you, however in contrast to the cold, blunt Dainsleif you see in the workplace, you see a more.... interesting side of him.

Content warnings: None (?)

Rating: SFW

Authors note: I picture Dain to be somewhat bipolar, coming off as cold and blunt, but in reality, he just doesn't know how to act. Autism impact part 1

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It's a late night at the office, and as you finish up your work for the evening, you notice a light on in the staff room across from your desk. Getting ready to head home, you go to collect your personal belongings. Your heels clacking on the tile floor, it's cold in the office, the heating having been broken for a while. The lack of carpet or any real decor adding to the chill. Approaching the light of the staff room, you open the door fully, announcing your arrival. You hear a soft gasp, shocking you. Looking into the room, you see the source of the sound, your co worker, Dainsleif.

"Do you always have to sneak around?" He suddenly speaks after a moment of awkward silence. His eyes dart around, squinting at you. He's probably been here since early morning, he's absolutely tired by now, and it shows. "I didn't know you were here, sorry." You respond, not sure how to act, being very tired yourself. You walk over to the lockers that line the walls, something Dainsleif had actually requested, rather than just using regular cupboards. You were sure Dainsleif had requested lockers for his own privacy rather than worrying about the privacy of his co workers. Dainsleif is a very private man, very rarely showing any real emotion to others, aside from a small smile every now and again when it's a good day.

Opening your locker, you put in the combination and pull the metal door open, reaching for your belongings. "You're going home?" You can feel him glaring at you as he asks. You turn around after grabbing your bag and your personal phone, shutting the locker as you face him. "That's the plan. Are you planning to stay for much longer?" You question, not really wanting to walk out to your car by yourself. Late nights in the city tend to bring out some... interesting people. "Why are you asking?" Dainsleif asks suspiciously, eyebrows dropping as he crosses his arms and stands up straight. You always seemed to upset him, even if it really wasn't your intention. He's always been somewhat lenient with some of your ruder coworkers, despite having the reputation to get them fired with a few words to your boss. However, when it came to you, he always seemed to have it out for you. Always judging you silently, questioning everything you do, observing you quietly while you work. It was unusual, but you were used to him acting this way. Although it was upsetting, the fact that you couldn't befriend him like you had originally planned, you still held him in high respects. "I just wanted to know if you had keys to lock up once you're ready to head out." You say, trying to clear yourself from his suspicion. He just glares, turning away from you, walking towards the door and turning the light off. You hurry after him, confused as to what he was doing, before coming to the realisation that he was leaving.

"Well? Are you coming?" He stands at the door to the office, watching you stand in the staff room doorway. Shocked by his question, you fumble with the staff room door handle, before he sighs and walks over to you, taking your key out of your hands gently, but forcefully, as he turns the key in the lock. Holding your keys back out to you, he gives you a judgemental look. "Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me today. I'm a bit shaky." He furrows his brows at this statement, looking angry at you. Afraid that he was going to scold you, you look away, but he simply turns away and walks towards the door, once again stopping and turning to wait for you.

"Hurry. It's late and I would much rather be at home than here." He says coldly. After locking the office door, the two of you walk towards the elevator. Working on the sixth floor of an office building certainly wasn't something you had pictured yourself doing when you were younger, but it paid your bills, and allowed you just enough time to enjoy your hobbies. You walked quietly beside Dainsleif, awkwardness creeping in between the two of you. Surprisingly, you could tell that he was feeling it too, hearing him clear his throat. Stopping at the elevator, you reach out to press the down button, before he reaches out quickly to press it before you do, glaring at you as he moves away to wait for the elevator. So childish. You think to yourself. It was kind of cute, watching him do something so out of character, to get competitive over pushing the elevator button before you could.

The elevator chimes as it arrives at your floor. The doors open, and you step in, feeling the cold metal of the elevator already. Realising you forgot your coat in the staff room, dreading having to walk from your car to the building tomorrow morning, in the freezing cold. You let out a shiver, teeth chattering, as Dainsleif almost snaps his neck to look at you, glaring. "You left your coat?" He asks, with that cold, deadpan voice. "Yeah, I must've left it at my desk, or in the staff room or something." You shuffle your feet around, worried for the second time tonight that a scolding was incoming. Instead, he does something unexpected and totally out of character. He grabs your arm gently and pulls you into him, wrapping his coat around you. You almost want to push against him, wanting to question him, but instead you decide to just enjoy the warmth. You shuffle further into him, holding him by wrapping your arms around his waist. You felt him stiffen up slightly, but he didn't push you away. You were always impressed by his hips, he has always had an excellent waistline. What are you thinking? Imagining your co workers' body in such a way? Flustering yourself, you hide your face in his chest. He doesn't move his body at all, but he raises his arm to run his hands through your hair stiffly. This is so gentle, so unusual, it feels wrong to be so close to him after all of the glares he shoots you, after all of the blunt, borderline cruel 'advice' he gives you in the workplace.

"Are you still cold?" He asks stiffly. "Not anymore. You're warm." The last part slips out, but it seems to work in your favour as he pulls you closer. You look at the elevator display, it shows you're nearing the second floor. That is, until the screen flashes with an error, and the elevator comes to a buckling halt, shaking you around, jarring your body slightly. Dainsleif takes a step back, almost letting you fall, before you steady yourself on the side of the elevator. "What was that? Is the elevator broken? Did it stop?" Question after question, you look at him, awaiting an answer, expecting him to know.

"No clue." he says bluntly. Panic starts to set in as your brain goes over all of the things that could go wrong right now. It's so late that you don't think the elevator repair people would even be awake, let alone in the building. You would call emergency services, but your phone buzzes, turning off. It's out of battery. Just your luck, being stuck in an elevator late at night with someone that does'nt like you. Just your luck. Dainsleif takes a step towards you, pulling you to his side before pulling his phone out and dialling a number. Thank god his phone is working. You haven't said a word, too upset with the situation to really even think about what to say. "We're stuck in an elevator." You hear him say, his voice muffled due to your head being buried into his coat. He rattles off the address, giving some short, brief details, before letting them know his phone was low on power. You hear the operator say something, and he says something before hanging up.

"Are they going to get us out?" You ask, not really expecting a proper answer. "yes." He says briefly, before nudging you away from him, and the cold hitting you like a train. You look at him, feeling somewhat dejected, as he pulls his coat off and throws it at you. "Put it on. It'll be harder on the emergency services if they have to pull your frozen body out of the elevator." he chuckles a little bit. He actually chuckles. He actually made an attempt at a joke towards you? "Do you hate me, Dainsleif?" You're not sure why you ask, but you feel as though you need to. He looks at you pointedly, but it soon changes to confusion. A look you're not used to seeing on him at all. "Why do you ask?" He says, not giving you an answer. "You always look so upset with me, and you're really mean to me in the office." You say, not really sure with yourself, uncertain as to why you even said anything in the first place. "Mean?" He looks taken aback, his eyes widening ever so slightly, staring at you with those stunning eyes. You look down at your feet, before wrapping the coat further around yourself, feeling like a kid being reprimanded by someone. Not getting an answer from you, Dainsleif clears his throat, also looking away awkwardly. "I don't hate you. I just know how to seperate work from personal time." He says, eyes softening, just a bit, but still talking to you in that cold, blunt tone. You feel somewhat comforted by his words, despite how unfeeling they seem.

He steps towards you, looking at you. "Do you hate me?" He asks, with a gentler tone. "No". You answer right away. You don't even have to think about it, because you already knew what your answer would be even from the beginning. You quite liked dainsleif, when he wasn't glaring at you or huffing about some problem he apparently has with the work environment. He was very beautiful. Not handsome, but beautiful. Pretty, even. His face had such soft features, his eyes were so full of life, curiosity, emotion. His hair was always styled perfectly, occasionally with a hairpin or two to keep it out of his face. His lips are a soft pink, they never look chapped. He's the definition of perfect. If there was one person in the world that could have a running chance at being the most beautiful person, it would be him, by far. You notice he hasn't said anything, and you've been staring at his face for a while now. Has he moved closer? You think so. Your toes are almost touching, and he's leaning towards you, reaching his hand up. Whoa whoa whoa, what? Is he going to kiss you? Why? For what reason? All of a sudden? What should you do? What are you supposed to do in this situation? This is so out of nowhere that-

You feel his hands graze your hips, and his lips connect with yours. You almost pull away, almost. But you don't. Have you wanted him to kiss you? this badly? You put your hands on his shoulders, pulling him into you just a bit more, before he disconnects from the kiss, leaving your lips feeling cold from the sudden loss of the warmth of his body. He's still holding you in his arms, studying your expression before moving away, pulling away from you completely. "My apologies, I completely misread the situation." He says, looking somewhat embarrassed. Again, a side to him you'd never even dreamt of seeing. He's always been so... erratic? Especially with the way he shows his emotions. You quickly apologise, explaining you weren't upset or offended. Both of you feeling awkward, the two of you stand in silence, shifting your feet every couple of moments, until he finally speaks up "Would you mind if I were to kiss you again?"

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Part 2 will literally just be pure smut, I'll write it later because I'm so, so tired right now T-T

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[chococolte]

word count. 444

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, obsessive & possessive thoughts/behaviors, g/n reader.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. another repost from my old acc ..

zhongli

"May I play with your hair? I promise to be gentle." 

Zhongli pauses. He sets his teacup down and purses his lips in gentle, miscellaneous thought. Is that something… you truly want to do? He doesn't quite grasp why you'd want to do such a thing. But if it's you, how could he ever say no?

As he imagines the scene, Zhongli finds himself uncharacteristically flustered. You, lightly tugging at his hair, scratching his scalp; focusing all of your attention on him, allowing him to soak in your intoxicating presence. Perhaps you would speak the entire time, too, and let him hear your beautiful voice some more.

"If that is what you desire," Zhongli says, keeping his emotions under a serene and posied guise. You never would be able to guess the rampant thoughts running through his mind. "I can't say no to you, after all." He settles into his chair and allows you to carefully untie his hair, his eyes already gently fluttering close as your hands run along his scalp.

diluc

Diluc's heart hammers against his chest the moment the words leave your mouth. He turns his head away from you and covers his mouth with his hand, trying to think of a way to respond that won't leave him feeling horribly embarrassed.

The reason why you'd want to play with his hair escapes him. He's always felt indifferent towards it; the only reason he's never cut it is because he simply didn't want to bother with the process. But, well, if you liked it... 

"A-Alright," Diluc stammers. He tries not to imagine the look on your face. He unties his hair for you, hands shaking as he does so. 

Luck seems to be in his favor, as you don't seem to notice the way he leans into your hands.

dainsleif

The first thing Dainsleif does is stare at you incredulously. You want to do what? Then, as he watches your expression deflate and you mutter a small apology, he swiftly finds a bitter taste rising its way up his throat.

Dainsleif's heart bangs against his ribcage as he grabs your hand and tells you you can do whatever you want to him. Though you don't seem to quite grasp the deeper meaning of his words, your fingers quickly find themselves gently tangling Dainsleif's hair, pulling and tugging in a way that makes his eyes and stomach flutter.

Dainsleif relaxes at your touch, leaning into you and feeling himself drift into a soft reverie as you continue to carefully play with his tufts of hair. Only you could manage to make him feel so safe, he thinks, as you hum a delicate tune under your breath.

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Reconteur || Yandere!Dainsleif x Reader by @harmonysanreads fanart <3

Prompt: You've been under his radar for years but now that he's tracked you down, an unknown child who mirrors his blue Khaenriahn eyes guards you with his small and very fragile life. Those eyes... They're eerily familiar.

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𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑵𝒖𝒐𝒗𝒐 (Yandere!Dainsleif/Reader)

a/n: I love Dainsleif with every fiber of my being, do you guys know that? Anyways, just like all Dain-fics, this one has illustrations (I hope they give Fairytale book vibes). I’d like to thank @meimeimeirin cuz this was an idea we were laughing abt at 4am and somehow I made something out of it HAHA.

Unreliable Synopsis: “Fairytale worlds follow fairytale laws. There’s always a protagonist burdened with impossible tasks who will experience the rule of three, witness transformations, find talking animals, and learn the power of kept promises. So, before you embark on your journey, "princess" (Y/n), have you heard of the Ugly Duckling’s tale?” 

CW: light yandere themes, fairytale!au just for the hell of it. HURT/NO COMFORT. Late/Advanced happy birthday, Dainsleif.

"The destined knight is late," the great dragon clicked his tongue. One would expect that an inferior creature such as an ugly duckling would quake and shrink while perched on the Dragon King's hand. But their expression was nothing short of serene. There is a veneer of calm that the great Dragon Ongri did not overlook. 

The "duckling" had the eyes of an old gentleman with worldly disinterests. 

He was longing for death.

𝕺nce upon a time, there was an ugly duckling who was abandoned by both their siblings and mother. Oftentimes, he was pecked by his peers, sneered into thinking his big head and scarred face. were both a reason for his survival and misery all the same. The ugly duckling thought himself unloveable no matter where he went. The small waters he was born in had no room for miscreation, and when he traveled to an elderly's house elsewhere, the chickens thought him useless and undesirable. Normally, the story would've been a happier bedtime story if he had gone to meet the Royal birds and begged for them to end his life. Maybe then, he would've realized that he had not been a duck but a swan all along. But alas, our poor ugly "duckling" found his feet at the hands of the great Dragon King- Ongri's mercy.

"Will you kill me?" The ugly duckling asked calmly. "You need to release your anger, and I can be but one of many casualties."

"I am not a creature of impulse."

The divine dragon scowled. "After Bars' and Fein' deaths, the concept that this realm dubs as Time and Moments is now under my jurisdiction. I've no use for wasted breaths."

As it happens, the dragon was in a troubling situation. There is an immediate need for a substitute. Sensing the urgency of fate's call, Ongri unleashed an ancient incantation. Feathers singed into flesh, wings clipped into arms, and in a burst of radiant light, the "ugly duckling" was reborn as a human knight. His body had scar-like spots from the Divine Dragon infusing him with magic, albeit the metamorphosis was far from flawless. Even as a human, he was imperfect. Mysterious dark blue "burn lines" traced his neck and arms. With the new human's eyes still closed, the dragon spoke to him, the last for a long time: "Forget your past and this whole affair." He commanded. "Go, find and protect your princess."

It mattered not if this was the last breath Ongri would tell him, besides…

When a god applies a curse, it takes effect at a higher level of reality than the person themselves.

“(Y/n)…”

“It’s me, Dainsleif… Can you… still remember my voice?”

“…”

“I… understand that once a person reaches this stage of the curse, their senses get muted. The remnants of those who once dwelled here must have been the catalyst of your ailments worsening..”

“… I’m sorry. I am incredibly sorry that I found you at such a later time. It did not occur to me that you would be here in the Chasm.”

“In our next fairy tale, I’ll—”

“No… I cannot subject you to any more empty promises… But know this:”

“I will keep you safe from now on.”

“So, do not leave my side ever again.”

And the new knight opened his eyes.

Memories of the dragon vanished from his mind. He was now a being of larger flesh and bones without recollections of his past. Should another human take his shoes, they would know that it was a fresh awakening. His first breath tasted like rich champagnes. Golden. Even the sun shone in such resplendent light that made the world seemingly revolve around him.

His legs wobbled. Sliding onto the grassy area, he caught a sight of his hair. Blonde. Like hay— they were golden threads silkily strewn about. He soon noticed that the rest of his complexion was a light pinkish-hued color, as did the hands that prevented his head from taking a serious fall.

The reborn “ugly duckling” may have forgotten why, but he felt alienated from his own body. And he has the Divine Dragon to thank for his new vessel and plain armor.

“Help! Someone, HELP!!!”

His ears perked up. It was a scream with a fervor of a “damsel in distress”. Vent clamor as she may with her whole throat, nothing would come out of it.

But fate will not allow this untimely demise. Quick on his new feet, the new knight dashed towards the sound. No cavalry— just a single determined mind. After running for some time, the unnamed knight did not come across any souls. 

That is, until he found the young maiden he was “fated” to save. She was on the ground, clinging into her wrist as though she burned her hand. In the ground laid an iron sword, begging to be drawn.

At the sight of the wild animal bearing down on her with frightening speed, the “knight” took her weapon and charged towards the scene, raising it in front of the menacing beast. He gazed at the bear that towered over him, displaying its slobbery maw and long, pointed claws. The untamed creature snarled and dropped to strike. 

Perhaps the Divine Dragon saw his noble pursuits, perhaps he was naturally gifted in combat, but the bear was unable to rake the man’s body. Miraculous it was that not a single nasty laceration was left on his person. He lacked the strength to take it down in one fell swoop, but the speed he had made up for it. Like swans that swerved through the wind and flow of water, he dodged all its attacks. With a few strikes from his blade, the bear falls...

He breathed out, shaking in his boots though he tried not to show it. Straightening his body, he met the maiden’s gaze. His blue eyes met hers in a piercing gaze, nearly taunting her as his new opponent. The young lady exhaled a deep sigh of relief.

“T-Thank… you…”

Subconsciously, he circled the shoulder that recklessly swung the sword around. The new “knight” tilted his head. For what? He wished to ask, but words did not come out.

“For saving me, of course.”

The maiden gracefully stood. Her garments had lost some of their value due to the soil and dirt, but she herself was not affected in the same way. She exuded a fierceness that suggested anyone who ventured to hurt her would be receiving more than they bargained for. Instead of tucking her hair to the back, she pulled them forward, hiding her ears.

“Do allow me to introduce myself, kind knight.” She cleared her throat softly. “You may call me Princess (F/n), daughter of King Regan and current crown princess— heir to the throne upon the late Prince Pierre’s demise. May I know your name?”

…

… Silence…

The princess tilted her head. 

"... Does my savior have a name?"

"... Name?"

The young man paused.

He couldn't remember his name. In actuality, he had absolutely no memory of anything. His mind was a bottomless pit with little to no air. With wide eyes, his hand moved slowly to around his neck. The act of conjuring up his supposed name left him terrified for reasons unbeknownst to him.

Does he… not have a name?

“... You must be joking.” The princess deadpanned. “How can one not have a name? Were you not baptized under the Divine Dragon’s light?”

She sounded incredibly upset by this fact. Whatever she ranted on about, it must be a human tradition. 

“Do you not know how important names are—” The princess sighed, “Never mind. I shall assume you are one of those orphaned folks. Besides, if what you say is true, bestowing you a new name is a power much more potent.”

“I… want a name.” The man spoke up rather shyly, voice almost inaudbile.

"I know, I know… Huh, I usually take names rather than gifting them," the princess chuckled. She seemed wholly aware of his dilemma. "Hmm… Let me see…"

She examined his features closely. He was dressed in the traditional knightly fashion, albeit slightly altered. The holy kingdom's knights, of course, never donned masks—especially not half of one. He was strange, but there was an innocent genuineness about him. The blonde man doesn't have a polished appearance. He looked like a lost duckling.

It was rude to stare at the peculiar blue wounds on his face far too long so the princess’ eyes trailed above his hair.

"Leaf…" She pointed upward. "Leaf."

The knight blinked.

What a peculiar sounding name.

"Understood." He nodded and bowed politely. "I shall now be referred to as Leaf."

"No, I meant—" The princess cut herself off and chuckled. "Oh, well. I meant the leaf on one's head. But certainly the name Leaf does suit you fine."

“Do place your iron sword away, Leaf.” She added, cringing. “It is unbecoming of a knight to point a sword to their princess.”

“May… May I ask as to why you were attacked by a bear?”

“Quite bold of you to inquire a royal about a recent assassination attempt,” she humored him with a smile. He safely assumed she would not enact punishment for his assertiveness. “If you must satiate your curiosity, it is exactly that. An assassination attempt. They believed since my brother had fallen so easily, I myself must be an easy game since I adore wandering around the forest.”

“And they seem to be right,” Leaf muttered, wittily referring to the incident prior that arranged this fated meeting.

“Oh?” She scoffed, her polite smile remaining intact. “You’ve quite the tongue. Are you from the valleys?”

“I do not know.”

She squinted.

“Hmm, I see.” The princess exhaled and shook her head disapprovingly. “Then I am to presume that I should also use my wits to cleverly weave a background for you much like your name, Leaf?”

“You wish for me to serve you, that I can tell, and for that to happen I would need your equal assistance,” Leaf spoke solemnly. “I do not recall anything of my past, but you can always make one for me.”

Leaf knelt in front of her. Silence ensued.

“You are deadly calm for a man who wished his history be erased…” The princess muttered.

Leaf was a strange man indeed. He was perceptive, yet he spoke like fate’s pawn. That is to say, the princess noticed he only ever says the truth. His countenance conveyed little desire to adopt rebellious ideologies. To be honest, there was nothing in those contrivedly starry eyes. It was bare. A false sky. 

It almost made the princess worry for his lack of self-preservation had she not been the same. Lies were always at her hands’ disposal, and she greatly hoped it was not what her heart would contain in her last pages. She didn’t wish for a life of deceit. The princess's survival solely comes from her ability to “doublespeak”.

“I see your promise. You are made of self-mettle. Although your blunt tongue may mar your fortunes sooner before you could gaze upon His Majesty, I wish to prescribe you with new duties.”

She took a deep breath.

“This directive shall not be withdrawn in the name of the Divine Dragon. Leaf, a young knight from the Valley of Gaciea who will shortly be appointed retainer to the Royal Highness, Princess (F/n), kneels before me. Until the end of time, he shall be my sword, and I will be his master. Will you keep your word and uphold the oath— the promise?”

“I will.”

Not a moment did he hesitate. Not for a second did he think there was more to life than this. It was nearly bitter. His life sounded so simple to her tongue.

But it was a contract nonetheless. 

A promise that must be fulfilled.

“I find myself stirred in restless days without you my by side. You haunted me so diligently this past 500 or so years.”

“Humor me, won’t you… my b-beloved?”

“Why have you hid away from me? Why did I have to find you in this state? Furred and mute. Didn’t you take a breath to think about how much your pain would mean a greater weight for me? Have you not a second thought about how much it pains me to see you like this— bearing the fangs of the abyss and the claws of the cursed…?”

“The only sigh of relief I can release is that at least in this new sky, Ongri— no, he calls himself Zhongli these days— would get between us no more.”

“This new fairy tale… For how long do you expect me to keep this promise, (Y/n)? How many more stories must we get through for us to reach a happy ending?”

“Please… I’m begging you… Say something!!!”

“…”

“… Speak… Please… Anything…”

“Tell me about our past rendezvous. Seduce me with your musings. Anything… can't you try, just for this special day?”

“Please… don’t turn your mask away from me…”

“Do you find time to flow as quick as the waters by the stream? I am inclined to believe this sentiment. I find it astonishing that we’ve spent eleven or so moonshines joined at a hip. Time ages us but we are none the wiser.”

Leaf grunted, heaving Princess (F/n)’s inventory as she spoke. He didn’t seem distressed by the weight and his princess appeared not at all troubled as well. At least, that what it seemed on the surface. Royals must make their superiority known. Leaf knew (F/n) wanted to also carry some of the bags, but he refused.

There were several notions Leaf refused that noon. When (F/n) entertained the thought of going out as herself and by herself, he disapproved with haste. Leaf had to know where she’s going, who she was going with, what she’s going to wear— just about everything. His voice alone overwhelmed the princess enough that you’d mistake him for the king. The knight practically ordered what she would wear and what route she’d have to take if she wished to see the ongoing festival. 

Being herself was a safety hazard and being alone by herself was a death wish.

To his eyes, at least. He had always been a twinge too overprotective.

It was a hectic morning with a picture-perfect, almost cliche scene of bustling streets and frolicking kids on a medieval setting. While children would swerve around adults' legs to avoid getting tagged, adults walked slowly to hear each gossip. One kid had nearly hit the princess herself, but Leaf would not allow it.

Leaf pulled (F/n) away by putting an arm over her waist. The smell of her sweet perfume surprised him. Her smell reminded him of the forest. For the knight who professed to guard her innocence, her warm body lightly pressed against his was a fleeting but almost immoral moment. He set her down slowly, gasping quietly. The princess chose not to draw attention to the troubled expression on her most reliable retainer.

It was better not to acknowledge his growing romantic interests.

To her, he is only a sword.

Even if he is a friend, at the end of the day, he’s only a weapon to be used.

The princess quickly pulled the cape down further to hide her face— mostly her ears. For reasons unknown to him, she seemed to find that part of herself worthy of great insecurity.

He cleared his throat, face dusted in a pink hue.

“You say that time affects you, but you haven’t aged a day.”

The princess laughed.

“Finally, a compliment from a man as stoic as you? Oh, what a day to rejoice!”

Leaf shook his head with a small smile.

“I had given you one on several occasions.”

“That may be true, but random bouts of flattery from you are scarce.” The princess hummed. “I vaguely recall how getting anything out of you was like trying to get a frozen little duckling to quack. Who am I? Your mother duck?”

The smirk on his face was quick, but (F/n) definitely saw it.

Several staff once questioned Leaf’s ability to speak. Many, including (F/n)’s father, were convinced he was mute. Everyone in the castle knew of the princess’s peculiar tastes and thought Leaf’s recruitment was a mere byproduct. His masked appearance and strange scars added more fuel to those rumors. When Leaf defended (F/n) from another assassination attempt in front of the king and inquired about her condition, King Regan nearly toppled from where he stood. 

After being bombarded with questions, Leaf merely said he refrained from speaking since he saw no use if he wasn't talking to the princess herself. (F/n) still finds it absurd that she has to give orders for him to talk to other people.

For Leaf, it was simple: he just didn’t see the point of forming other interpersonal relationships.

(F/n) was the only one that mattered in his eyes.

Only her.

Only she is worthy to serve and protect.

“You truly are like a little duckling following his mother’s tail,” Princess (F/n) sighed. “But you have vastly improved in our time together. That, I can commend.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” Leaf laughed softly, mocking her tone in his signature subtle way. “Oh, what a day to rejoice.”

She playfully gave him an elbow nudge. “Do not copy me, Leaf.”

“My apologies.”

Princess (F/n) was meandering around because the harvest festival was drawing closer. With her own eyes, the princess intended to see how her people were faring. Rarely did she change into a more "common" outfit and styled her hair with simplicity. Though, if you were to ask Leaf, seeing her in her most simple clothes made her far more youthful than the garbs and crown that wrinkles her smile to a frown.

“Madame, would you be interested in buying your lover here a brooch?”

Both of them stilled as a merchant called out. The undercover royal pointed to herself.

“Yes, yes, of course I’m talking to you, gorgeous!” The merchant grinned. He had silver hair that slightly covered one of his blue eyes. “Do you want matching rings instead? We’re selling for fifty percent off!”

Leaf’s gaze was stern. Despite his reservations, he knew the merchant as Alfstan, another young knight who hailed from a family of vendors. Two moonshines ago, Leaf was (forcefully) placed on training duty and had the fortune of mentoring this aspiring knight. 

Mind you— nothing was particularly dubious of his wares. Leaf just simply despised having another man brazenly take your attention away. He did not find their previous exchanges pleasant. Not when Alfstan often joked about replacing his position one day.

What hubris.

While he busied himself glaring at the poor man, the princess awkwardly laughed and dismissively waved a hand. “Oh, no, he and I— we are not—”

“Haha, I know, I was just pulling your leg, Your Highness.” Alfstan grinned, giving Leaf a quick nod. “Morning, Sir Leaf! Were you showing the princess around?”

“Shhh! Be quiet!” (F/n)'s eyes widened.

He protectively wrapped an arm around (F/n) again, this time far more confidently. 

“Yes.” Leaf spoke, voice as solid as his resolve.

“Mind if I tag along?”

His stare sharpened. “I would very much mind, now return to your stall.”

The princess shook her head, poorly judging her retainer’s possessive words as acts of protection. Instead, she dwelled on their attire. “Drats, was our disguise that fragile?”

Alfstan assessed her from top to bottom, which made Leaf even more tense. “Eh, you’re really gorgeous that no cloak can hide your beauty, Your Highness.”

“I have to agree,” Leaf said stiffly, clearing his throat. “Perhaps I should hide her in a hay sack. WIthout your prying eyes.”

(F/n) raised an eyebrow. “And what? And be suspected of kidnapping me instead?” 

Leaf shrugged. “Does that sound like an offense I would commit?”

Alfstan rolled his eyes. “Well, obviously. Besides, the only way you wouldn’t get caught is if you hid her in something as small as a teapot.”

And he would be right. But it will take eons to prove those suspicions as truth.

“Going back to your wares, Sir Alfstan,” (F/n) digressed. “These iron-framed tassels, are they made by your hand?”

Alfstan's respect for the princess grew.

“Yes, how did you come up with that conclusion? Most passersby believed I had ‘em commissioned from the East.”

(F/n) smiled crookedly. Leaf caught a glimpse of discomfort, but it was gone in a bat of an eye.

“I… I admire your skill with molding iron.” To the untrained ear, (F/n) sounded flustered and embarrassed. To Leaf, he was certain that she was unsure of herself. “It is commendable, how you smith your very own weapons, that is. I know many of our soldiers come to you when their blades are chipped.”

“You’ve heard of my skills?!” Alfstan beamed proudly. “Really?!”

The princess nodded. “Y-Yes…”

It was odd. Despite her high praise, her wariness remained. She looked at the blonde man. “He had also made your new Ulfberht sword too, right? It certainly pierces much better than his old one.”

Leaf didn’t bother with a reply, Alfstan made it for him.

“Yes, Your Highness. I thought it would make for a thoughtful birthday present!”

“Speaking of presents…” The princess gazed down, analyzing the items he sold once more. “What do you recommend as a gift for someone important?”

If Alfstan was elated by her earlier compliments, he could practically jump over the moon at her newest proposition.

“Oh? OH?!?”

Leaf gave (F/n) a strict yet gentle glare.

“Your Highness…”

“I still won’t let it slide!” (F/n) huffed. “I couldn’t possibly be satisfied with just new sets of armor. Alfstan, by my order, suggest a pleasant gift for the stubborn knight beside me.”

“On it!”

Without delay, the two bent down to select the ideal accessory for the man who vehemently refused. Alfstan was the only one touching the gems and (F/n) refrained from doing so. Tiny flecks of gold and iron infused the tassels, but she feared she would handle the stones carelessly.

Leaf palmed his face with one hand as the two chattered. Still, despite Leaf’s disapproving looks, he finds (F/n)’s enthusiasm to make him happy a wonderful notion in itself. To think that (F/n) would continue to insist on a present for a birthday that had since passed… She was more stubborn than he was.

“So troublesome…” He muttered with a soft smile. “I see no point in this, Princess (F/n). Serving you is a miracle enough itself—”

“Halt! Speak no more, Sir Leaf!” (F/n) exclaimed. “There! That one, Alfstan— that gem resembles his eyes, does it not?!”

“You have great tastes, Princess (F/n)!” Alfstan nodded eagerly like a motivated student. “That does look like his shade of blue— and so quick to find it among the pile, too! Are you sure you’re not some sort of custodian of natural treasures?”

Princess (F/n)’s awkward and stifled laughter can be heard again.

“What? Haha, what nonsense.” She shook her head. “Everyone calls me Princess (F/n), any other name would surely sound terrifying and mismatched.”

A nonanswer, but that made the conversation more humorous.

“Here you go!”

Alfstan reached his hand out with the tassel. (F/n) stared at him, silent and unsure. He blinked and snapped his fingers.

“Oh, right, you need a box— my deepest apologies, I was too caught up in the moment!”

The princess sighed in relief.

Leaf crossed his arms. “You’re doing well for your first time setting up a stall, Alfstan.”

“This isn’t my first and you know it, Sir!”

(F/n) laughed.

The merchant wrapped the gift she brought with care. The hush looms large around them as the merchant boastfully goes about his business, his tone comforting to her ears. The Princess walks over to the gift box once the merchant has finished. She can't help but smile because she can feel the tassel inside.

“Not exactly a surprise since Sir Leaf is here, but the packaging adds some charm, right?” Alfstan asked.

The princess couldn’t hold back a smile as she looked at the knight behind her.

“I think most of the charm comes from the person who’ll receive it,” (F/n) chuckled.

“Don’t you think so, Leaf?”

She wouldn’t know. And she’d never know a lot of things.

She never got the chance to ask her most precious knight if he liked that gift.

And she never will. No matter how many days, months, years, centuries— eons Leaf would wait, he would never hear the princess ask that same question again after this.

It would not matter if he was a judge, a prince, a knight, or a mere animal— it did not matter how many sweet new styles he would take. In the end, his arms will always be empty. Everything was pre-ordained. Dying in his arms, whether it’s slow and painful or mercilessly quick— will remain as the last line. He will always hold on to your corpse, warmth draining. 

This was your fate, (F/n)— no, (Y/n) (L/n).

This was just the first of many branches of the Irminsul. The first of its many reiterations, possibilities, or better yet, alternate tales or "universal resets". 

Princess "(F/n)" coughed, wetting the side of her lips.

"I haven't been able to p-personally attach that tassel on your s-sword, b-but… but I can spare you enough seconds to fly away…"

"Don't make haste!" Leaf gritted his teeth as he applied some pressure down her stomach. "This is not your decision to make!"

She didn't reply to his desperation, but she silently disagreed.

In her palm was the tassel, out of its box. The blue threads darkened with the taints of her blood. The metallic scent was nauseating. It weaved in a disorganized fashion around her fingers. 

What a beautiful and tragic loom of fate, to love someone you were bound to hold with ruin. 

It would’ve hurt less if it weren’t in his colors too.

"This marks the worst day of my life," the “princess” smiled, tucking the stray hair behind Leaf's face. "And even if given the opportunity, I wouldn't dare c-change not even a minute detail about it."

As if she— as if you— have the power to change destiny.

You're not a descender.

You're just a pawn.

That's when Leaf realized how fragile life ultimately was. With the curse undoing itself, he recalled and reflected on his animal days. He understood the Divine Dragon's intense frustration over a lowly duckling's will to perish. The curse of becoming human meant knowing the greed men had, but also the beauty of their kindness. 

His small bird heart was not meant for this much sorrow. His life was meant to be simple. To learn that he was not a duck, but a swan. 

How was he supposed to cope that the woman he had sworn to protect was not human, but a fae?

Everyone in the kingdom knew that the king would sooner disclaim his paternity than allow the crown princess (F/n) to truly lead— but they never had any real reason to support the king for this. The princess’s words were always more kind and ponderous than that of her supposed father’s. They thought him mad. They thought him deplorable. They thought him old and senile.

But he would not be king if he were not sharp.

Why, oh why, would the princess make great efforts to constantly hide her ears? Why would the princess utter roundabout ways in speaking her “own” name? Most of all, why would the princess fear the touch of iron?

There was a simple answer: she was not the princess, but a liar.

And yet, Leaf was the sole person who did not care, for he thought himself as the worst sinner or “quack” in comparison.

The kingdom won't learn the full truth for some time after this, but the fae made a bargain with the real princess. The real princess would elope with a farm boy and, in return, the fae would take her name. The trade was not malevolent. The two women were secret friends since childhood and neither wished the other harm.

But the townsfolks had little patience. They would sooner throw pebbles and stones than kneel for a false princess.

The moral of the story, like most Brothers Grimm’s fairy tales, was simple: virtue will be rewarded, iniquity will be punished. The storytellers do not care beyond that, no matter how dark it sounds to the children who will hear it. The fae lied, therefore the kingdom shall rightfully punish her.

They better thank the dragon they oh-so admire that the court fae did not think themselves evil. They better sleep soundly, knowing that they have slaughtered a well-intentioned guardian.

For he will not and never will.

Not even with a change of title, name, and universe. Whether the land he walked on was called Gaciea, Fodlan, Belobog, the Continental, or Teyvat— what the world steals from him, he promised to take back.

There the two were, back to where it started. The same forest and patch of land where the bear had attacked her. Fate had a funny way of telling tales. Leaf can only scoff at how unimaginative it could be, sometimes. 

Why couldn’t fate think of more comfortable deathbeds for the one he loved?

"You cannot allow this! I cannot allow this!" The knight gritted his teeth. "You will not die— you cannot die. You and I have a promise… You cannot break that one promise!!!”

“(F/n)” grinned.

The look in her eyes disturbed him.

She knew. It is finished. She knew that it was the last page of the book. Just living in these immortalized pages for the fae was well worth the want she had wanted.

“Consummatum est.”

Consummatum est…. 

Leaf gasped shakily.

“Did my life… even have meaning to you as well?”

Her expression was enough to tell him the words “who knows?” She surely did not. Her mind was buzzing and her thoughts were fizzling out. No one knows anymore. Maybe the Divine Dragon would but he would not accept any offering or prayers for these two heretics.

This is fine… He’ll forget his tears soon, surely…

He’s only a sword at her side… She never asked him to be anything more…

He should be okay, once she’s gone…

She grinned, lifelessly tracing her thumb across his cheeks. The curse is undone. The loom of fate was slowly disintegrating. Soon enough, he shall return to his original form. That of an animal. That of an ugly duckling. That of a swan who will forget his human memories. 

It is finished.

On the book’s final page, there is only ever a fae’s corpse and an elegant bird watching over them. With its wings clipped back, curiously watching the light leave their eyes, he will return to the nearby riverbanks and forget what had happened. As retribution for stealing another’s identity, there will be no one left to remember who she truly was.

And that was all there was to it.

With the fae banished, the Kingdom of Gaciea lived happily ever after. THE END.

Dainsleif closed the book and lovingly looked at the “person” beside him in bed. He stroked the “person”’s light brown hair— its color reminiscent of the bear he had slain in his first life.  It’s a shame he had to reunite with you in this condition. But it’s not like he would stop loving you. He doesn’t care if you’re a fae, a sinner—

Or a hilichurl.

He scooted closer beside you.

"So, does the story ring any bells, my beloved?"

Zhongli, upon recalling what happened and the curse he had inflicted on both of you to fulfill some children’s fairy tale, sought the “ugly duckling” and the “false princess”. Retired as he is, he cannot undo the fate you must play nor terminate his contract with Celestia. For consolation, he merely offered the Khaenri’ahn a teapot. Unlike the Chasm, the teapot was forever peaceful and serene. The brightness of lumenstone ores was not as comforting as the adeptal light that peeks through the drapes. This is your current place of residence. Whether you liked it or not.

"To think Nicole would entail the story of our past life." He laughed softly. "And these names... Hah... Are those the best she could conjure up to bypass possible erasure…? I suppose I should still thank her for her best efforts. I can see how challenging it would be to document our story, given how we lived through so many resets."

There’s a slice of cake paired with wooden utensils on the nightstand. If your mind had not deteriorated, you might’ve assumed they were gifts from the aforementioned Nicole and the Geo Archon. Unfortunately, forming a coherent thought required a mental fortitude akin to iron. You currently do not have such willpower. 

“Alfstan— no… Halfdan was right. There will come a time that he’d protect you from harm and not I…” Dainsleif mumbled defeatedly, his eyes burning with tears he couldn’t let out. Far too tired to dwell on it. “He must’ve forgotten his old jests in his previous life because as far as he’s concerned, he’s simply doing his duty as a Black Serpent Knight…”

He pecked your forehead, closing his eyes.

"Did you remember, my beloved? Vacation may not have any business being in my vocabulary but it is my birthday today…" Dainsleif leaned his forehead against the cold stone that covered your face. "I know you— do not feel guilty over your lack of gifts. It is not as if I bothered to count my age since the cataclysm. I didn't want to celebrate this occasion for the past five centuries. Not when you weren't at my side..."

The blonde man turned his gaze to the floor.

How many times will he have to “reincarnate” just to see a happy ending for the both of you?

"Happy birthday… to me…" He sang weakly. "Happy birthday to me…"

The man— the former sentimental judge— the former tyrant prince— the former "ugly duckling"— and now the current bough keeper, observer of fate in this new fairy tale, trembled…

“Happy birthday, happy birthday…”

… And sobbed.

You, in your ungreedy husk of a body, tilted your head in innocence. Pain coursed through every nerve now that the Abyss Order’s cleansing equipment broke. The man before you was no different from the shadows you fought and hid from that would terrorize the dark and cold places in the Chasm you’ve instinctively called home. But somewhere deep down, you carried a complex weight that hilichurls wouldn’t normally have. 

That weight was a human emotion dubbed as "pity."

You pitied the shadow that loomed and embraced you.

And your lone reluctant arm that wrapped around him was enough to make him fully break down.

His throat constricted as he cried into your inhuman shoulders. Your scent was like that of a wet duckling, and he preferred that over the blood that disgraced your form several "fairy tales" ago. Dainsleif caressed the golden band on his finger. It was the most important ring between the two that Pari Zurvan found him clutching whilst unconscious in the wilderness.

At the very least, you were safe.

And you being alive today was a good enough present for him.

You tilted your head down, feeling his warmth one last time while Dainsleif took a deep breath, singing with more air than a proper tune.

Though it was barely discernible, he could just about make out the words you muttered a phrase from the old language of Khaenri'ah. Or at least, he deluded himself that that was the case. In his catatonic mind, you spoke the words:

Happy birthday, my beloved.

"H-Happy birthday to me…"

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[sacred-sacrilege]

Kinktober 2022 2023 Masterlist

Hello everyone! I recognize that I’ve been incredibly inactive for the last few months, but recently I’ve been more inspired to write (horny), and I happy to announce that I’ll be participating in as many days as possible this year. Looking forward to creating content for you!

I’m going to be focusing on Genshin Impact this time around, but there will be more for Obey Me in the future!

A LITTLE LATE, BUT I SHOULD MENTION THAT I WRITE FOR MALE AND GN READERS EXCLUSIVELY, AND MOST FICS WILL USE GENDERED LANGUAGE AND HE/HIM PRONOUNS Strikethroughs are utilized to show that I am no longer intending to write that particular fic.

1. Sex Toys | Al-Haitham (dom!reader)

2. A/B/O | Diluc (dom!reader)

3. Glove Kink | Dottore (sub!reader)

4. Breath Play | Childe (dom!reader)

5. Breeding | Xiao (dom!reader)

6. Cockwarming | Gorou (dom!reader)

7. Costumes | Diluc (dom!reader)

8. Creampie | Xiao (dom!reader)

9. Double Penetration | Zhongli (sub!reader)

10. Spanking | Kaeya (dom!reader)

11. Erotic Photos | Al-Haitham (dom!reader)

12. Violent Sex | Childe (dom!reader)

13. Dry Humping | Thoma (dom!reader)

14. Love Bites | Kaeya (dom!reader)

15. Group Sex | Diluc, Childe, Thoma, Kaeya (dom!reader)

16. Bath Sex | Zhongli (sub!reader)

17. Overstimulation | Xiao (dom!reader)

18. Bondage | Kaeya (dom!reader)

19. Masturbation | Diluc (dom!reader)

20. Mirror Sex | Dainsleif (dom!reader)

21. Nipple Play | Thoma (dom!reader)

22. Object Insertion | Dottore (sub!reader)

23. Orgasm Denial | Al-Haitham (dom!reader)

24. Outdoor Sex | Xiao (dom!reader)

25. Pet Play | Thoma (dom!reader)

26. Sex Pollen | Kaeya (dom!reader)

27. Wax Play | Dainsleif (dom!reader)

28. Sensory Deprivation | Kaeya (dom!reader)

29. Table Sex | Dainsleif (dom!reader)

30. Public Sex | Childe (dom!reader)

31. Sounding | Childe (dom!reader)

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[maplleaf]

"Snow and Stars"

Dainsleif x gn!reader

{cw: Dain pining harder than when Khaenri'ah got destroyed}

BRO I HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE 2 MONTHS AND NEVER GOT AROUND TO CONTINUING IT 💀

You sighed, the calming warmth after hours of walking around the cold mountain that is Dragonspine finally hits you. The curse that the Gods gave hurts as hell sometimes, but it does ive an extra layer of resistance to the cold.

Surviving the Cataclysm as a Khaenri'ah citizen seems more like a curse than a blessing. The literal curse that the Gods inlaid upon you is a sore thumb. Not wanting to gain attention from people; and possibly Gods, you retreated to Dragonspine. The barren snowland making it easy for you to blend in, it's been like that for the past 500 years.

Unfortunately someone at the Adventurer's Guild decides it would be great to start using Dragonspine as the 'peak of an adventurer's strenght', causing many adventurers to come here.

The sudden interests of adventurers made you uneasy. They pop up unexpectedly in Dragonspine when the only reason you're here is to avoid people for fuck's sake!

You swear to your long-gone homeland that the adventurer would get frostbite.

Just as your legs were starting to feel less numb, you hear footsteps coming from behind.

"Shouldn't you be resting somewhere more safe?"

Ah yes, that deep and recognizable voice. "Dain, you need something?" Just as you looked back, you realized how Dain isn't looking the best as usual, "abyss fight again?"

"You could describe it as that," Dainsleif sat besides you. It's common to see the Twilight Sword alongside you. As the few Khaenri'ah survivors of the Cataclysm who still has their humanity left, the both of you got along well.

You both stayed quiet whilst looking at the corrupted dragon's heart in front of you two; the heavier air doesn't affect the both of you but it does give warmth around the cave. "It's really unsettling that the heart is still beating..." you commented.

Dainsleif chuckled, "then look for another cave to seek warmth, a fire would suffice."

You disregarded his idea with a scoff, "with all the adventurers running around? No thanks. They'll end up dragging me to Mondstadt as a new species of hilichurl or something."

You leaned back against the red ground you're sitting on, feeling much more at ease with the calming warmth and no sounds of anyone else nearby, and of course the added safety from Dainsleif. "So, are you here to regain some energy or just to comment on my life decisions?"

"I wanted some companion, that's all," Dainsleif answered truthfully. After seeing his past soldier back at the Chasm, he wanted some time to be with someone from his past again; even if the two of you didn't know eachother back then.

"A companion," you couldn't help but laugh, "worked out well last time." Dainsleif's lack of words made you feel guilty for the jab, "but I'm glad you came to me, the snowy mountains started to feel lonely."

When the traveler's sibling joined the abyss, Dainsleif devoted his next hundreds of years to prevent them from destroying Teyvat. He expected it to be a long and lonely path; to which his expectations are broken when he finds himself befriending someone with the same curse as him within the snowstorms of Dragonspine.

"It is much safer at least," Dainsleif glances at you; the last person he knows from his homeland that, like him, prefers the peace that reigns over Teyvat now.

He doesn't remember the exact moment when he fell for you, his feelings more like raindrops than a hard pouring rain that comes out of nowhere. Your presence brings him comfort he thought he didn't deserve anymore, sometimes he feels that he doesn't even deserve you.

Even with all those thoughts, Dainsleif still finds himself getting closer to you, and he's scared.

Dainsleif have lost too many things; his homeland, his people, his companion. Thoughts about you leaving him when he's vulnerable, or some kind of disaster taking you away makes him scared.

The Twilight Sword would rather distance himself away than to see you in danger. Chances are is that Dainsleif himself is the person who would endanger you with all the enemies he made.

You couldn't help but glance at the former knight. I's rare to see Dainsleif look so, for the lack of a better term, absent-minded. You've seen him focused before, yet it's the first time he has this expression.

Your hand subconsciously start to move as you fall into temptation.

Poke

The twilight sword held the cheek that you poked with your finger, a small hue of pink shades his face; it's almost invisible if you're not looking at it closely, "What're you doing?"

You couldn't help but smile at his adorable reaction. It's probably the first and last time you'll see him flustered, so it's best to savor the moment.

"Nothing," Dainsleif didn't seem too convinced with your answer but brushed it off anyway.

You wonder how long it'll take for him to realize that you know about his infatuation towards you.

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[mayullla]

Oh ofc

The limit increased? Alright can i get a romantic yandere dainsleif with 🦋🌻?

Title: Fated Meetings

Character(s): Dainsleif (Genshin Impact) Summary: You meet him at Liyue, then at Mondstadt, and you were with him for a while at Inazuma but you shouldn't meet him at Sumeru. Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, fem!reader, reader is mentioned/implied to be heartbroken before meeting Dainsleif (but moving on)

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

You have met Dainsleif on your travels high up in the mountains of Liyue where you thought were alone. After climbing the high mountain for so long you saw him there and was resting. After a short greeting, the two of you started to talk a little finally finding another person to have a conversation with after such a long time traveling alone. It was nice.

It was nothing personal, they were light and something to cover up the silence with. He wasn't much of a talker but you were patient with him, things like how the weather was nice, or how the view so high up was amazing if not beautiful. Why was he here you didn't ask, nor after giving short answers to your questions did he ask yours. It was obvious that both of you had something to hide, or just didn't feel the need to say it.

You asked him to enjoy lunch with you, as you have made something for yourself and he was about to decline but you somehow nagged him to eat with you as you have made so much. It was a silent lunch no words were exchanged as you and he enjoyed the meal and after a short break, the two of you went on separate ways.

The second time you meet him was at Mondstadt. A high cliff side that had a magnificent view, where you found him again just arriving at the place. Greeting each other you two silently agreed to rest here after your travels. The endless sea you gazed at and wondered what was on the other side but he just grunted. It was today that you found out that his name was Dainsleif, definitely a unique name you thought but didn't mention it.

You enjoyed a small meal too this time dinner, but you didn't separate immediately after instead set up a tent for yourself as he offered to protect you in repayment for the food. You told him he was too much a gentleman, stating that you could take turns but he was stubborn.

In the morning after breakfast, the two of you separated ways.

Next was funny enough Inazuma, what was once a closed-off place now open for others to come and go freely. After some thinking, you decided to go there, wanting to see and experience what life was like there. You meet many people there weren't a lot of places that they recommend you to travel to as they were dangerous to go alone.

Well till you meet a certain someone there again, that lone man who was talking to a sailor wanting to travel to another island. With blonde hair and blue eyes with that unique outfit, it was easy for you to approach him and greet him.

The two of you talked a little, a small catching up. He was a little more talkative than he was in the past. He asked you if you were going anywhere and you told him that you want to see the other islands. His face was stiff for a moment, most likely thinking before he calmly asked you if you would like to join him.

While he can't guarantee your safety at all times, there might be a chance when he suddenly disappears he promised to protect you as much as he could.

You weren't surprised by his words from the little conversations you had with him, you knew he was searching for something that he almost seemed lost sometimes in your eyes. So when he offered this to you, you were almost touched as you accepted his offer with a smile on your face.

Was it here when it started? You weren't sure, Dansleif would sometimes leave while you stayed in the safer parts of the islands while he ventures off to the more dangerous sides. Sometimes he would come back after one or two hours sometimes he would be gone for a little more. There was one time he took a longer time, as you stayed at camp for two days planning to leave on the third did he finally come back.

You asked him where he went and what did he do but just as he answered vaguely you didn't try to push it anymore only asking him if he wanted to stay at camp for a little while longer or if he wanted to move now and if so help you get everything ready.

Just as much as you started to rely on him for safety, he started to slowly open up to you bit by bit. He relied on you for cooked food a lot of the time. While he caught most of the food you were the one to cook them. Small conversations would start to grow longer and longer as you vaguely talked about your past. He told you he was searching for something, and you told him that you were traveling to move on.

In his eyes, you could see the flicker of curiosity in them as you told him you were heartbroken and unable to stay at that place for so long as it reminded you of too many memories. Maybe you were running away, or maybe you choose this time that you spent as a self-improvement or healing process you didn't think too much about the details what matters in the end was that you were traveling seeing places and people, and creating more different memories.

After that day you and he started to grow a little closer. In a way it felt like carrying each other's burden even for a moment or that you could count on each other. Dainsleif was kinder you realized, more patient.

You didn't realize when he started to become more observant of you. No... you knew he was always a watchful man. You understood his personality and that he was always cautious about who you were if you were someone he could trust or not. Yet those eyes that followed you, examining your every move were now different. They followed you, when you were doing minor chores, walking, or when he thinks you were not looking. You wondered what those eyes mean as you felt a shiver from your back. He was staring straight at you, those blue eyes that you found actually beautiful had a hidden madness.

It was a slow thing really, Dainsleif also never thought that this could ever happen yet it did... he thought of you as a mere acquaintance yet now changed into something more yearning. He thought that you and he matched each other rather well, he appreciated all your kind gestures and your patience. However he held himself back, unsure and hesitant, yet that day broke all mental walls that he had created in his mind to keep you away.

It was hard for him to sleep that night as he stayed on the lookout, protecting the camp as his thoughts always strayed to you. He should contain these thoughts. He could not help but wonder what it would be like if just once... just once he could be together with you. Yet thoughts of you fleeting in his eyes compared to his immortality drove him insane.

Maybe that separation in Inazuma between you and him was your last chance. When you thought it would be an ideal time to head to Sumeru after the Dendro archon took her rightful place. You meet Dainslief again, for the fourth time. And you could not help but wonder what he meant by his words, "I can be with you."

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[randomhealer]

- Dainsleif -

Dainsleif holds you in his lap, tightening his arms around your waist as if he was afraid of losing you in that moment. Well, he is really afraid of this happening, at any moment this could really happen, he fears this more than anything in this unfair world. As he hugs you, letting you snuggle your head into his neck, he looks up at the sky above him. making a slight frown with a mocking look at the heavens. You were a gift that came from heaven to him, to remind him of what it was like to be loved and desired. After decades he finally let himself be loved at least a little... you were the medicine that helped him forget the pain a little, Even if your relationship is long distance, and you can see each other in just a few moments thanks to fate, the feeling of comfort when he sees your eyes again or hears your name is enormous. Comfort, relief and something warm inside. That's what Dainsleif feels when he sees you again, he can't say what it is...but he secretly likes it. in rare moments like this when he decides to rest a little with you he sighs calmly before feeling your body on his, his arm slides from your waist to your arm, sliding gently in slight fear of his own touch on you, as if he could stain you with something unclean. his arm now close to your shoulder where he stops, Dains brings his face close to your shoulder before giving it a ghostly, gentle kiss. so many words he wanted to say to you now, he wished he could do more... but it's not time yet... but for now he just enjoys the heat of your body, who knows when you will be able to have another moment like this...

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【𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐄𝐒】

FALLING LEAFS. 𑁍 I'm back! Sorry for being inactive yall also requests are open! This is a multi chapter project, each character will have a chapter of their own! They will be linked !! I also posted this one my ao3

FLOWER POT. 𑁍 amir(oc?), other characters but the main cast is not mentioned

GROWING VINES. 𑁍 SAGAU(Self Aware Genshin AU), God! reader, gn reader, they/them used

FALTERING SOIL. 𑁍 cult behaviors

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| DAIN |

You adored your acolytes, seeing them scurry around like worker bees; making sure everything was perfect and cleaned even if you hadn't asked, it was quite adorable. Even more so when they get flustered from even the smallest praises.

So you figured after long months of their hard work and great development of all the nations, you'd take it upon yourself to host the largest feast that Tyvet will ever see. It took months to prepare, and even though you tried to keep it secret, someone told and the news spread across the nations like wildfire. Even worse it was the main headline for the Steambird Newspaper for not just weeks but months leading up to the celebration.

You look down at the scurrying servants placing the food onto the tables in the ballroom and court yard. You were glad that both areas were stupidly large enough to hold an excess amount of people. It should be able to hold up around a wholes nations worth of a people with how large it is. You're greatful of the architects of this palace.

Every citizen of nations, far in wide is coming to this party. The Tartista calmed the blizzards and even the Riden Shogun to the storm over the seas.

The preparations were almost done, just a few more tables to set and chairs to place. Soon the restless crowd outside the palae will be allowed to eat and drink to their hearts desire.

The sound of heels clacking broken you out of your thoughts. You turn your head to the source, it was Amir, your head male servants hosting stunning amber eyes and slicked back brown hair, he was quite the handsome servant one of your favorites to be around.

He bows his head, "Your Grace, the preparations are complete, shall we open the doors?"

You nod your head, grinning to say you are proud of your staff is an understatment. "Yes. You did an amazing job Amir. Also the suit looks good on you; I'm glad I chose the right one." Your eyes, graze over his body the suit amplified every curve of his body just like you intended, you love showing off how beautiful your servants are.

Amir blushes a deep read, his eyes avoiding yours, "T-Thank you, your Grace." He stammered out. You chuckle, turning away from him looking down at the other servants, who wait your command. "Open the doors! And please watch where you walk I don't need you getting trampled."

Soon after the large doors are pushed open and poors in the largest crowed of people you've ever seen. It wasn't long before the room was filled, and there still was a line of people out the door and in the court yard.

You wait as everyone gets settled before making your decent down the stairs and to the podium, with Amir trailing behind you. Entering the ballroom everyone notices you immediately, your extremely lavish clothing making you stick out like a sore thumb, one could save it was even more lavish than the nobles from Fontaine.

Everyone makes way for you, automatically getting on their knees in a bow. It used to be embarrassing when they did this but after all these long months you are far more used to it. They don't even rise when your reach the podium, waiting for your signal too. You sigh looking down at the speech in front of you. Public speaking was never your specialty.

You clear your throat, "Please Rise. I gather you all here today in thanks of all of your hard work and deviation. Also as a thank you for welcoming back into Tyvet with open arms. Granted the change was.. difficult to adjust too, I am grateful towards you all for making it far easier to digest. This party is in honor of you all, a thanks from me to you. So take this time to relax from your daily lives, so drink and eat until your heart contents!" You finish off with a smile, your acolytes stare in awe for a few seconds before somone jumps in excitement, "Whoo! Let's enjoy this party to the fullest everyone!"

Everyone follows in suit cheering and scattering off their own little groups. You let out a sigh a relief that the majority of the party eyes are finally off of you. Eyes looking over the crowds, you...

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[kleincantwrite]

Stuck - Dainsleif - #2 NSFW

Modern AU - You and dainsleif get stuck in an elevator together

Synopsis: Pure smut.

Content warnings: Sexual themes, Fantasy sexual scenario, mentions of getting caught, Penetrative sex

Rating: NSFW.

Authors note: Scroll down for the male and gender neutral versions, they are all included in this piece of writing.

Minors please do not interact with this post. You WILL be blocked.

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part: FEM reader

You lean in to kiss him, pulling him by his shirt, grabbing his hips as he wraps his arms around your waist, hands trailing down to your ass, holding you. He pushes his lips further into yours, turning his head to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth slightly, his tongue pushing out and into your mouth. A deep, warm kiss. Your shoes tap on the cold floor as you move to push him gently against the wall, with him obliging, not seeming to mind. His hands trail over your body, searching for the zipper on your clothing. You pull a hand towards his, pulling his hand to the zipper on your skirt, letting him pull it down, your shirt coming free from being tucked in. Your skirt pools at your ankles, and you kick it away, moving away from the kiss to quickly take your shoes off.

He pulls at your shirt, trying to get it off quickly, a button pops off and goes flying onto the floor. You glare at Dainsleif, scrunching your brow as he simply grunts, throwing your shirt to the side before hooking his thumbs under the front of your bra and pulling it down, just under your breasts before tugging on one of your nipples, squishing at your breast. You let out a gasp at the feeling of his hands moving around your body.

You tug at his belt, pulling the buckle loose and removing it from his pants, reaching for his zipper and pulling his pants down slightly, watching them bunch around his thighs. You rub your hands down his hips, noticing that his cock is straining in his boxers, a wet patch forming at the tip, his pre cum dribbling through the fabric, dripping down his boxers. You move your hand over his dick, palming him through his boxers, wrapping your hand around his cock through his underwear. He lets out a breathy groan, barely audible, but still noticeable.

He moves his hands away from your breasts to the back of your bra, carefully unbuckling it with slightly shaky hands, probably from both the cold of the metal elevator that you're in, and the fact that your hand is still on his cock, your other hand resting on his perfect hips. He undoes your bra finally, pulling it off you and tossing it towards the corner. He dips his head down, pulling you in by the waist, one hand groping your ass, the other tugging at your panties, as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, flicking it with his tongue. The odd sensation sends shocks towards your cunt as you move towards him to grind yourself against his thigh. You feel him pull at the elastic of your panties before pulling them down, letting them slide down to your ankles as you step out of them, immediately feeling his hands run down to your pussy, running his fingers over your clit, before moving his hand further down to push a finger inside, using his pre cum as lube.

As you pull his cock out of his boxers, playing with the tip, he hums in satisfaction and starts bucking his hips gently into your hand. Moving his finger in and out of you slowly, he starts to add another, scissoring them inside you, moving them around and trying to find that soft spot inside you. You tighten your hand around his cock, earning a deep, long groan as his dick dribbles out a drop of precum. He pulls his fingers out of you, before detatching his lips from your tits. Reaching up to his collar, he starts unbuttoning his shirt quickly, hiking his thigh up to your cunt, urging you to grind against it while he busies himself with pulling his shirt off.

As he pulls his shirt off, letting it fall onto the floor before quickly grabbing you by the hips, moving away from the cold metal wall of the elevator and opting to push you against it. You grunt and squirm away from the wall, the cold metal feeling harsh on your breasts. He chuckles under his breath, leaning over you and sucking a hickey into your shoulder, before sliding his dick onto your ass, tapping it against your back. You look back at him, wanting to watch mainly out of nervousness. He glances at you as he guides his tip to your cunt, then pauses, looking into your eyes patiently. You nod, feeling him put one of his hands onto yours, holding it against the wall as he pulls you by the hip onto his cock. Dainsleif's dick was thinner than average, but it was long. Roughly 9 inches, you estimate? He pushes into you, getting his tip past the entrance of your pussy, his own precum acting as lube as he keeps pressing into you. Finally, after a few moments, he pauses, giving you time to adjust. You feel so full, and Dainsleif was very warm compared to the elevator you found yourselves stuck in. "Is it all in?" You ask quietly, looking back at him as he tightens his grip around your hand, lacing your fingers together. He shakes his head, pushing in just a bit more before you feel his balls graze against your clit, him finally bottoming out. "You alright?" He asks breathily, gently bucking his hips into you, but not thrusting just yet, seemingly afraid to hurt you. "Mhm, take it slow, okay?" You say, already feeling just a bit lightheaded, probably from how tired you are from work. He grunts in aggreement as he pulls out halfway, pushing back in again before letting out a small noise. That was cute.

He continues the action of pulling out halfway, then pushing back in over and over, until you start to let out breathy moans, pushing your hips back to meet his. At this action, he starts pulling out further, and pushing in quicker and quicker until you were both huffing and moaning quietly. He pauses for a second, lifting your thigh up with the hand that had previously been on your hip and holding it towards your body. From this new angle, he begins again at an even faster pace, lowly moaning every time he bottoms out inside you. That is, however, until his phone starts ringing from the back pocket of his pants, which are bunched around his thighs.

He quickly scrambles to pick up, one hand moving from your leg, and the other hand moving from yours to clasp around your mouth as he starts back up at his previous pace, picking up the phone. You can hear the conversation quite clearly. It was a call from the elevator repair people that had probably been called by the emergency services that had been previously called. "We're calling to double check this address, it's -------- ----- -----, right?" Dainsleif looks at you, watching you reach down to hold your thigh up for him so that he can keep thrusting at that angle that messes up your insides just right. "That's correct, we're still stuck, but we're doing fine." He says in a clearly put-on monotone voice, as his face blushes red and he speeds up his thrusts. "So it's the two of you stuck on the....?" "Second floor. We're on the second floor, but none of the buttons are working and the doors won't open." Dainsleif says before quickly muting, still hearing the person trying to speak to him over the phone. He lets out a long, loud moan, tightening his hand around your mouth as you moan and whine as he fucks you stupid. "I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?" He stutters out, moving his hand from your mouth. "in-inside-" He nods and quickly moves his hand back over your mouth, unmuting himself on the call.

"Sorry, you cut out for a second. How long are you going to take to get here?" "we're just around the corner of the block that your building is on, we should be there in 10 minutes tops." The person over the phone assures Dainsleif. "Great. My phone is on low power, so i'm going to save the battery. I'll call you back if anything happens." Dainsleif barely manages to get his words out before hanging up quickly, shoving his phone back into his pant pocket before wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into him before speeding up faster than you thought possible. He fucked into your cunt like an animal, one hand reaching down to pull at your clit, taking it between his fingers and moving his other hand away from your mouth. "I want to hear you cum on my dick" He groans out as he slams into you, moaning loudly. "They could start the lift at any second, and they'd see my cock balls deep inside you. You want them to see how much of a cute slut you are for me?" You feel yourself tightening, a warm feeling spreading throughout your stomach, grabbing onto his arm, moaning out how close you are. With a few final thrusts, he lets out a particularly loud whine as you feel his cum spurting into you, the hot feeling throwing you over the edge as your legs buckle and shake. He holds you close, keeping you standing up before pulling out of you, his cum already dribbling down your inner thigh. He moves away from you, letting you lean against the wall as you catch your breath.

You look over at him, seeing him putting his dick away and pulling his pants up, before grabbing your clothes and his shirt. He hands you your panties and skirt, helping you put them on before helping you with your bra and shirt, leaving it untucked. He puts his shirt and belt on, opting to leave his own shirt untucked as well. He grabbed his coat off the ground and hands it to you, wrapping it around you, neatening up your hair and giving you a kiss on the forehead before the elevator jolts and you begin moving down. "Record timing." He chuckles. His hair is sticking to his face and sticking up in weird places, so you smooth it down and move his hair away from his face. You decide not to put your heels on, not trusting yourself to be able to walk properly in them. The lift finally stops, and the doors open. The two of you step out, thanking the repair guys, before Dainsleif walks you to his car, opting to leave yours here and go back to your place for the night. How sweet.

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MALE reader

You lean in to kiss him, pulling him by his shirt, grabbing his hips as he wraps his arms around your waist, hands trailing down to your ass, holding you. He pushes his lips further into yours, turning his head to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth slightly, his tongue pushing out and into your mouth. A deep, warm kiss. Your shoes tap on the cold floor as you move to push him gently against the wall, with him obliging, not seeming to mind. His hands trail over your body, searching for the zipper on your clothing. You pull a hand towards his, pulling his hand to the zipper on your pants, letting him pull them down, your shirt coming free from being tucked in. Your pants pool at your ankles, and you move away from the kiss to quickly take your shoes off and pull your pants off completely.

He pulls at your shirt, trying to get it off quickly, a button pops off and goes flying onto the floor. You glare at Dainsleif, scrunching your brow as he simply grunts, throwing your shirt to the side before running his hands from your waist to just under your chest before tugging on one of your nipples. You let out a gasp at the feeling of his hands moving around your body.

You tug at his belt, pulling the buckle loose and removing it from his pants, reaching for his zipper and pulling his pants down slightly, watching them bunch around his thighs. You rub your hands down his hips, noticing that his cock is straining in his boxers, a wet patch forming at the tip, his pre cum dribbling through the fabric, dripping down his boxers. You move your hand over his dick, palming him through his boxers, wrapping your hand around his cock through his underwear. He lets out a breathy groan, barely audible, but still noticeable.

He moves his hands away from your chest to your boxers, rubbing your dick through your underwear with slightly shaky hands, probably from both the cold of the metal elevator that you're in, and the fact that your hand is still on his cock, your other hand resting on his perfect hips. He dips his head down, pulling you in by the waist, one hand groping your ass, the other tugging at your boxers, as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, flicking it with his tongue. The odd sensation sends shocks towards your cock as you move towards him to grind your dick against his thigh. You feel him pull at the elastic of your boxers before pulling them down, letting them slide down to your ankles as you step out of them, immediately feeling his hands run down to your cock, running his fingers over the tip, gathering pre cum, before moving his hand further down to push a finger into your ass, using your precum as lube as to not hurt you.

As you pull his cock out of his boxers, playing with the tip, he hums in satisfaction and starts bucking his hips gently into your hand. Moving his finger in and out of you slowly, he starts to add another, scissoring them inside you, moving them around and trying to find that bundle of nerves inside you. You tighten your hand around his cock, earning a deep, long groan as his dick dribbles out a drop of precum. He pulls his fingers out of you, before detatching his lips from your chest. Reaching up to his collar, he starts unbuttoning his shirt quickly, hiking his thigh up to your cock, urging you to get yourself off with his thigh while he busies himself with pulling his shirt off.

As he pulls his shirt off, letting it fall onto the floor before quickly grabbing you by the hips, moving away from the cold metal wall of the elevator and opting to push you against it. You grunt and squirm away from the wall, the cold metal feeling harsh on your chest. He chuckles under his breath, leaning over you and sucking a hickey into your shoulder, before sliding his dick onto your ass, tapping it against your back. You look back at him, wanting to watch mainly out of nervousness. He glances at you as he guides his tip to your hole, then pauses, looking into your eyes patiently. You nod, feeling him put one of his hands onto yours, holding it against the wall as he pulls you by the hip onto his cock. Dainsleif's dick was thinner than average, but it was long. Roughly 9 inches, you estimate? He pushes into you, getting his tip past the entrance of your ass, his own precum acting as lube as he keeps pressing into you. Finally, after a few moments, he pauses, giving you time to adjust. You feel so full, and Dainsleif was very warm compared to the elevator you found yourselves stuck in. "Is it all in?" You ask quietly, looking back at him as he tightens his grip around your hand, lacing your fingers together. He shakes his head, pushing in just a bit more before you feel his balls graze against yours, feeling him finally bottom out. "You alright?" He asks breathily, gently bucking his hips into you, but not thrusting just yet, seemingly afraid to hurt you. "Mhm, take it slow, okay?" You say, already feeling just a bit lightheaded, probably from how tired you are from work. He grunts in aggreement as he pulls out halfway, pushing back in again before letting out a small noise. That was cute.

He continues the action of pulling out halfway, then pushing back in over and over, until you start to let out breathy moans, pushing your hips back to meet his. At this action, he starts pulling out further, and pushing in quicker and quicker until you were both huffing and moaning quietly. He pauses for a second, lifting your thigh up with the hand that had previously been on your hip and holding it towards your body. From this new angle, he begins again at an even faster pace, lowly moaning every time he bottoms out inside you. That is, however, until his phone starts ringing from the back pocket of his pants, which are bunched around his thighs.

He quickly scrambles to pick up, one hand moving from your leg, and the other hand moving from yours to clasp around your mouth as he starts back up at his previous pace, picking up the phone. You can hear the conversation quite clearly. It was a call from the elevator repair people that had probably been called by the emergency services that had been previously called. "We're calling to double check this address, it's -------- ----- -----, right?" Dainsleif looks at you, watching you reach down to hold your thigh up for him so that he can keep thrusting at that angle that messes up your insides just right. "That's correct, we're still stuck, but we're doing fine." He says in a clearly put-on monotone voice, as his face blushes red and he speeds up his thrusts. "So it's the two of you stuck on the....?" "Second floor. We're on the second floor, but none of the buttons are working and the doors won't open." Dainsleif says before quickly muting, still hearing the person trying to speak to him over the phone. He lets out a long, loud moan, tightening his hand around your mouth as you moan and whine as he fucks you stupid. "I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?" He stutters out, moving his hand from your mouth. "in-inside-" He nods and quickly moves his hand back over your mouth, unmuting himself on the call.

"Sorry, you cut out for a second. How long are you going to take to get here?" "we're just around the corner of the block that your building is on, we should be there in 10 minutes tops." The person over the phone assures Dainsleif. "Great. My phone is on low power, so i'm going to save the battery. I'll call you back if anything happens." Dainsleif barely manages to get his words out before hanging up quickly, shoving his phone back into his pant pocket before wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into him before speeding up faster than you thought possible. He fucked into your ass like an animal, one hand reaching down to pull at your cock, jerking it quickly and moving his other hand away from your mouth. "I want to hear you cum on my dick" He groans out as he slams into you, moaning loudly. "They could start the lift at any second, and they'd see my cock balls deep inside you. You want them to see how much of a cute slut you are for me?" You feel yourself tightening, a warm feeling spreading throughout your stomach, grabbing onto his arm, moaning out how close you are. With a few final thrusts, he lets out a particularly loud whine as you feel his cum spurting into you, the hot feeling throwing you over the edge as your legs buckle and shake, spurting cum into his hand. He holds you close, keeping you standing up before pulling out of you, his cum already dribbling down your inner thigh. He moves away from you, letting you lean against the wall as you catch your breath.

You look over at him, seeing him putting his dick away and pulling his pants up, before grabbing your clothes and his shirt. He hands you your boxers and pants, helping you put them on before helping you with your shirt, leaving it untucked. He puts his shirt and belt on, opting to leave his own shirt untucked as well. He grabbed his coat off the ground and hands it to you, wrapping it around you, neatening up your hair and giving you a kiss on the forehead before the elevator jolts and you begin moving down. "Record timing." He chuckles. His hair is sticking to his face and sticking up in weird places, so you smooth it down and move his hair away from his face. The lift finally stops, and the doors open. The two of you step out, thanking the repair guys, before Dainsleif walks you to his car, opting to leave yours here and go back to your place for the night. How sweet.

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You lean in to kiss him, pulling him by his shirt, grabbing his hips as he wraps his arms around your waist, hands trailing down to your ass, holding you. He pushes his lips further into yours, turning his head to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth slightly, his tongue pushing out and into your mouth. A deep, warm kiss. Your shoes tap on the cold floor as you move to push him gently against the wall, with him obliging, not seeming to mind. His hands trail over your body, searching for the zipper on your clothing. You pull a hand towards his, pulling his hand to the zipper on your pants, letting him pull them down, your shirt coming free from being tucked in. Your pants pool at your ankles, and you move away from the kiss to quickly take your shoes off and pull your pants off completely.

He pulls at your shirt, trying to get it off quickly, a button pops off and goes flying onto the floor. You glare at Dainsleif, scrunching your brow as he simply grunts, throwing your shirt to the side before running his hands from your waist to just under your chest before tugging on one of your nipples. You let out a gasp at the feeling of his hands moving around your body.

You tug at his belt, pulling the buckle loose and removing it from his pants, reaching for his zipper and pulling his pants down slightly, watching them bunch around his thighs. You rub your hands down his hips, noticing that his cock is straining in his boxers, a wet patch forming at the tip, his pre cum dribbling through the fabric, dripping down his boxers. You move your hand over his dick, palming him through his boxers, wrapping your hand around his cock through his underwear. He lets out a breathy groan, barely audible, but still noticeable.

He moves his hands away from your chest to your underwear, rubbing your dick through the fabric with slightly shaky hands, probably from both the cold of the metal elevator that you're in, and the fact that your hand is still on his cock, your other hand resting on his perfect hips. He dips his head down, pulling you in by the waist, one hand groping your ass, the other tugging at your underwear, as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, flicking it with his tongue. The odd sensation sends shocks towards your groin as you move towards him to grind yourself against his thigh. You feel him pull at the elastic of your underwear before pulling them down, letting them slide down to your ankles as you step out of them, immediately feeling his hands run down to your crotch, running his fingers over you, before moving his hand further down to push a finger into you, using some of his precum as lube as to not hurt you.

As you pull his cock out of his boxers, playing with the tip, he hums in satisfaction and starts bucking his hips gently into your hand. Moving his finger in and out of you slowly, he starts to add another, scissoring them inside you, moving them around and trying to find that sweet spot inside you. You tighten your hand around his cock, earning a deep, long groan as his dick dribbles out a drop of precum. He pulls his fingers out of you, before detatching his lips from your chest. Reaching up to his collar, he starts unbuttoning his shirt quickly, hiking his thigh up to your crotch, urging you to get yourself off with his thigh while he busies himself with pulling his shirt off.

As he pulls his shirt off, letting it fall onto the floor before quickly grabbing you by the hips, moving away from the cold metal wall of the elevator and opting to push you against it. You grunt and squirm away from the wall, the cold metal feeling harsh on your chest. He chuckles under his breath, leaning over you and sucking a hickey into your shoulder, before sliding his dick onto your ass, tapping it against your back. You look back at him, wanting to watch mainly out of nervousness. He glances at you as he guides his tip to your hole, then pauses, looking into your eyes patiently. You nod, feeling him put one of his hands onto yours, holding it against the wall as he pulls you by the hip onto his cock. Dainsleif's dick was thinner than average, but it was long. Roughly 9 inches, you estimate? He pushes into you, getting his tip past your entrance, his own precum acting as lube as he keeps pressing into you. Finally, after a few moments, he pauses, giving you time to adjust. You feel so full, and Dainsleif was very warm compared to the elevator you found yourselves stuck in. "Is it all in?" You ask quietly, looking back at him as he tightens his grip around your hand, lacing your fingers together. He shakes his head, pushing in just a bit more before you feel his balls graze against you, feeling him finally bottom out. "You alright?" He asks breathily, gently bucking his hips into you, but not thrusting just yet, seemingly afraid to hurt you. "Mhm, take it slow, okay?" You say, already feeling just a bit lightheaded, probably from how tired you are from work. He grunts in aggreement as he pulls out halfway, pushing back in again before letting out a small noise. That was cute.

He continues the action of pulling out halfway, then pushing back in over and over, until you start to let out breathy moans, pushing your hips back to meet his. At this action, he starts pulling out further, and pushing in quicker and quicker until you were both huffing and moaning quietly. He pauses for a second, lifting your thigh up with the hand that had previously been on your hip and holding it towards your body. From this new angle, he begins again at an even faster pace, lowly moaning every time he bottoms out inside you. That is, however, until his phone starts ringing from the back pocket of his pants, which are bunched around his thighs.

He quickly scrambles to pick up, one hand moving from your leg, and the other hand moving from yours to clasp around your mouth as he starts back up at his previous pace, picking up the phone. You can hear the conversation quite clearly. It was a call from the elevator repair people that had probably been called by the emergency services that had been previously called. "We're calling to double check this address, it's -------- ----- -----, right?" Dainsleif looks at you, watching you reach down to hold your thigh up for him so that he can keep thrusting at that angle that messes up your insides just right. "That's correct, we're still stuck, but we're doing fine." He says in a clearly put-on monotone voice, as his face blushes red and he speeds up his thrusts. "So it's the two of you stuck on the....?" "Second floor. We're on the second floor, but none of the buttons are working and the doors won't open." Dainsleif says before quickly muting, still hearing the person trying to speak to him over the phone. He lets out a long, loud moan, tightening his hand around your mouth as you moan and whine as he fucks you stupid. "I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?" He stutters out, moving his hand from your mouth. "in-inside-" He nods and quickly moves his hand back over your mouth, unmuting himself on the call.

"Sorry, you cut out for a second. How long are you going to take to get here?" "we're just around the corner of the block that your building is on, we should be there in 10 minutes tops." The person over the phone assures Dainsleif. "Great. My phone is on low power, so i'm going to save the battery. I'll call you back if anything happens." Dainsleif barely manages to get his words out before hanging up quickly, shoving his phone back into his pant pocket before wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into him before speeding up faster than you thought possible. He fucked into your ass like an animal, one hand reaching down to touch you, getting you off and moving his other hand away from your mouth. "I want to hear you cum on my dick" He groans out as he slams into you, moaning loudly. "They could start the lift at any second, and they'd see my cock balls deep inside you. You want them to see how much of a cute slut you are for me?" You feel yourself tightening, a warm feeling spreading throughout your stomach, grabbing onto his arm, moaning out how close you are. With a few final thrusts, he lets out a particularly loud whine as you feel his cum spurting into you, the hot feeling throwing you over the edge as your legs buckle and shake. He holds you close, keeping you standing up before pulling out of you, his cum already dribbling down your inner thigh. He moves away from you, letting you lean against the wall as you catch your breath.

You look over at him, seeing him putting his dick away and pulling his pants up, before grabbing your clothes and his shirt. He hands you your underwear and pants, helping you put them on before helping you with your shirt, leaving it untucked. He puts his shirt and belt on, opting to leave his own shirt untucked as well. He grabbed his coat off the ground and hands it to you, wrapping it around you, neatening up your hair and giving you a kiss on the forehead before the elevator jolts and you begin moving down. "Record timing." He chuckles. His hair is sticking to his face and sticking up in weird places, so you smooth it down and move his hair away from his face. The lift finally stops, and the doors open. The two of you step out, thanking the repair guys, before Dainsleif walks you to his car, opting to leave yours here and go back to your place for the night. How sweet.

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Dainsleif Headcanons - (Male Reader)

June 25, Post 21 of the "30 Days Fanfic Event"

(dainsleif being drunk)

Old man’s bones are rattling 😶

I feel like he would adore coming back to you after a long day and simply laying his head on your shoulder while you run your fingers through his hair.

Dainsleif believes that those fond affectionate moments are to be treasured, as he wouldn’t know what to do without you.

Sometimes, you would find him drunk. The blonde-haired man would stumble his way to you, slurring his words as he confessed that he needed you this instant.

Blush coating his cheeks, he would lean his weight onto you, clutching you as tightly as he could.

Admittedly, Dainsleif has formed a small habit of glancing at his side. Why? Just to look at you again, of course.

Whenever he takes a glance and realizes that you’re not by his side, he misses you. 

Sorry this is short lol

Also, if i ever post art in this blog, who should i draw to post here?? Ill consider the winner of the poll, but idk

btw, if you have someone else you want to suggest other than the people in the poll, i'd be happy to hear :D

(ORRRR WHAT ABOUT HONKAI STAR RAIL???)

i kinda want to do art commissions (if you haven't seen my updated blog description), but Im kinda preparing so it'll take a while (i also gotta make samples of arttttt/want to make like 16 samples or smth)

sooo thanks if you're purposely waiting :D

i doubt many are waiting though lol

if you have any tips/information or suggestions for a beginner/first-timer like me for doing art commissions, I would deeply appreciate it, thanks!

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