#genshin y/n

[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#29 Siblings

Diluc: So, are you two dating now?

Kaeya & Y/n: Yes

Diluc: Why?

Kaeya: I happen to find Y/n very appealing-

Diluc: Yeah, I can understand that, I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Y/n...are you being blackmailed?

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya alberich x you #genshin kaeya x reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin fluff #genshin incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

[lilisgardensblog]

~ Your needs are my priorities ~

Warning: NSFW, Ayato smut

Ayato almost never left his duties. Being the Head of the Kamisato Clan meant he always had matters to attend and papers to write. But today was special, because he prepared a special surprise for your anniversary.

"Since today marks one full year since you've been by my side as my wife, I've prepared something special for us. So come, my dearest, I have something to show you and I'm sure you'll be very pleased with this gift."

"I have a gift of my own, Ayato." you say as you pull out a beautiful hand made shell necklace. "I was walking by the sea and I saw this beautiful shell glowing under the moonlight and I immediately thought of you. May its light guide you and help you in your darkest times, my love."

"That's very kind and thoughtful of you, darling, thank you." he says before bringing his lips on your forehead, kissing you gently and affectionately. "Now, let's get on our way before it starts to get dark" and with that he takes your hand and leads the way as the shell you gave him lays on his chest, occasionally making the slightest sound when it hits his bow.

{...}

"We are close, my love"

Ayato leads you into the Chinju Forest, the same forest you had your first date and shared the first kiss. Your husband knows how much you love this forest,not just because of the memories it holds but also because of the calming blue atmosphere that he learned to love so much thanks to you.

Leading you further into the forest, you two arrive at a weeping willow you had no idea that it was here.

"Whoa,its beautiful..."

"Indeed. Come on." Ayato takes your hand and leads you inside the willow where it appears he had prepared a picnic for you two. There's a picnic basket on a beautiful blue and white blanket near the tree trunk and a wine bottle shining in the moonlight in the middle of the blanket. But the best part was the Wisteria hanging in the tree branches, your favorite flower.

"You did all this for us?" you stop to ask your husband. Ayato turns to look at you as he answers "Only the best for the best wife I could ever have." You giggle at your husband's compliment and join him on the blanket.

"Remember our first date?" he asks as a wind blows a few Wisteria petals.

"How could I ever forget? You tried to save me from a frog" you say laughing.

" Hey! It could've been a real threat! That's the only thing you remember from that night?"

" Yes,yes, I'm sure. But I also remember our first kiss, my love..."

With that he smiles and comes closer to you, cupping your face as he kisses you deeply. Kiss after kiss, he ends up topping you, his hands exploring every curve of your body as you lay on the blanket with your hands exploring his chest,trying to take off his coat. He stops the kiss abruptly to take the coat off before his lips attacked your neck with kisses. His hands have now travelled to your thighs, his movements craving every bit of closure they can get. "This really gets in the way" he complains about your clothes.

You wore an outfit close to Yoimiya's, only that you had both sleeves and they almost matched your husband's. The only difference was that the bow to your waist was the only thing keeping things together. Bow which was now in your husband's hand and you were fully exposed to him, only wearing your panties. He stopped to admire you like he always does when you two make love. Your body was perfect in his eyes and it always left him awestruck. His hands wandered from your soft breasts ,with now hard nipples due to the sudden exposure, all the was to your thighs which he loved so much. "You're breathtaking, my love..."

He leaned down to kiss your lips going lower to your neck leaving little hickeys everywhere he could while his left hand played with your breasts and the right hand found your covered clit. Your back arched at the many sensations as a small moan escaped your lips. You felt your husband smile against your skin, satisfied with the reaction you had to his fingers alone. His fingers played on your clit as he got lower and lower, leaving hickeys on his way, until he was right above where you wanted him the most. He kissed above your panties line, teasing you. "Please...!" you begged him, wishing for more. At the sound of your begging he stopped and raised his head to look at you while he pulled his hand away to cup your thigh. "Please what?Tell me everything you want, my love." he teased, amused by your desperation and need for him. Although he had to admit, it was satisfying knowing you desire him as much as he desired you. "You ,Ayato! I want you! I need you! Please!"

"Your needs are my priorities, my lady."

Your pleading voice activated something in him as he lowered and bit your thigh hard, the sudden pain making a silent gasp escape your lips and you arch your back as your husband was now licking the newly made hickey. He kissed your thigh all the way to your core where he pulled your panties aside for his fingers to enter you. You moaned as his mouth found your clit and he started licking and sucking making you see white behind your eyelids from the pleasure. Your moans intensified as you were close to cumming. "Please!Yes! Please!" You were unsure what you were pleading for but it all felt too good. Ayato obliged and entered a third finger inside you as his mouth kept going, alternating between a slow and a fast pace, driving you crazy. You moaned one last time as you came on his fingers. He pulled out and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking and swallowing all the cum of his hand. "Such a good wife, coming just from my mouth and fingers. How would you like the real thing, sweetheart?"

"Yes, please!" You must be out of your mind. You just cummed and barely caught your breath, but you already felt wet and ready for the second round.

Ayato laughed at you quick response as he undone his pants, letting his bulge out. " Wait" you said standing up. "Let me help you with that." You positioned yourself between his legs standing on your left hand as the right one brushed against his hard cock. Your husband tried to stop a moan from escaping his lips, but it was a pathetic attempt as it was obvious he missed this as much as you did. "A-are you sure, my love? I was planning to make YOU feel good today-" "It's OUR anniversary so you deserve to feel good too. Now allow me..." And with that you cupped his dick in both of your hands and lowered your head. It always surprised you how big he is, even though you did this many times before. " You're- so- big" you say between thrusts earning a moan each time. "I'm sure you can- ngh- take it,love" You started slow, working your tongue against his tip, taking him full all the way to the base then up again kissing his tip. His cheeks were now red and you were sure yours were too from the previous orgasm. His cock started twitching and you knew he was close, but you wanted him inside you. He caught your hair and started pumping your head up and down as his eyes rolled back and he couldn't stop his moans anymore. One more twitch and he came all in your mouth as you swallowed everything. He cupped your cheek and raised your head as you licked your lips trying to catch the cum that spilled. "You truly are the best wife." he said kissing your lips and bringing you on top of him. You started moving your hips on his thigh and you felt his dick getting hard again. "You're driving me crazy..." he whispered in your ear.

You raised yourself a bit and adjusted his cock right by your entrance as you slowly lowered yourself on his cock, both of you moaning. You kept the slow pace for a while, thinking he deserves a little teasing too. "Please...ngh" he moaned in your neck. "Please what?" you repeated his words from earlier. "Please, I need you-ngh-" it was so cute seeing your husband like this. You wanted to keep teasing a bit more, but you admited you wanted your own orgasm as well. "Your needs are my priorities~" you repeated his words once again as you started picking up pace and riding him for real this time. You felt his orgasm was close,but yours was still far away so you started going a bit slower as your hand played with your forgotten clit. Ayato was displeased with you slowing down and tried to grab your hips and move you on his cock. "Patience, darling. Let's cum together." you said hitting one of his hands with your free one. You kept a steady pace for a bit until you felt yourself closer. You started picking up pace again and Ayato moaned, taken by surprise. You giggled between your own moans as you pumped yourself on his dick. "You feel-ngh- amazing,love" he encouraged you to keep going and you knew he was close as well. Your moans intensified as both of you came undone at the same time. You rested your head on your husband's chest, with his dick still in you.

"We should get going..." he whispered while playing with your hair. "Mhm" you answered half asleep. He got you up and both of you quickly got dressed. Ayato placed the picnic blanket in the picnic basket which appears to have been empty all this time. "So you never wanted us to picnic, huh?" you say showing to his basket. He only smirked in response as he gave you the basket. "Hold this." And with no warning he carried you bride style all the way to the Kamisato Estate, where he prepared both of you a bath to wash everything off.

Afterwards he carried you to bed. "I'll be back in a moment,love. Allow me to bring you a glass of water." You caught his wrist and dragged him back to bed "Sleep" you said softly. He could never resist you and so he got under the blankets next to you. Cuddling, you immediately fell asleep at the sound of his heartbeat. He leaned down to kiss your forehead and whisper "Happy anniversary, my beautiful wife."

#kamisato ayato #kamisato x reader #kamisato estate #genshin x you #genshin y/n #genshin imagines #genshin impact smut #genshin headcanons #genshin ayato #genshin x reader

[starrytonesart]

genshin self sona

An electro catalyst from the rainforests of sumeru, graduate of the akademiya and an adventure and animal loving spirit.

Manifests a whip like structure of electricity that helps him maneuver around the terrain.

#art #artwork #fanart #artists on tumblr #digital art #genshin impact #genshin y/n #oc #genshin oc #genshin sumeru #i hope this is giving peacock in the rain vibes

[that--fish]

『 The Museum 』

✧ Zhongli x y/n

✧ Fluff & a teeny bit of angst

✧ Modern au

It was a Friday night. Just got home from work. I was one of the assistants of the Liyue Qixing. I felt so drowsy that I wanted to sleep for days. Had to work overtime because of a delayed meeting. I probably should take a shower, then go to sleep. Ah, and tomorrow is my 'museum date' with Zhongli. Better set my alarm to 8.30am so that I won't wake up too late.

I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower before going to sleep. I could see the visible dark circles under my eyes. How many days have I gone with such little sleep? I don't remember, I lost track... I had to take many cups of coffee every night I had to work overtime. By the time I was finished, I reached home at about midnight and I had to go to work at 6 and that's all without eating a proper 3 meals a day. Most I get is a half meal. There are no restaurants near my office, very inconvienient. Had to go to places by car. Traffic jam everywhere during lunch hours giving me only less than 15 minutes to eat and that includes ordering food. I usually take the food back to the office with me but I rarely get the chance to finish it all. Work-life balance they said. I often sleep after a supper of instant noodles, my saviour. Its unhealthy, I know, but there wasn't any other option. I turned the water heater on and took a quick shower without washing my hair. After my shower, I got changed into my pajamas. I dragged myself to my room, eyes half lidded. My room was just like a mini library but with a bed, 2 wooden bedside tables and a wardrobe. There was a window beside my left bedside table, giving me the not-so-pleasant view of the dark alleyways. My whole room was decorated to have a library aesthetic like the library in the headquarters of the Knights of Favonius in Mondstadt. I made sure the air conditioning in my room was cool enough, switched off the lights and tucked myself into bed. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. The sound of cars passing by, the subtle whir of the air conditioner fan, was like a lullaby to me. I fell asleep not long after...

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I woke up to the buzzing of my phone's alarm. 8.30am. I felt like I wanted to sleep more but I knew I shouldn't. I reluctantly got out of bed and went to wash up. The soft tapping of the rain made me want to sleep for some more but I made sure I didn't. I had to leave at about 9am in order to make it to the museum by 10am. The museum only took 15 minutes to reach on foot but I should arrive early in case there would be some unforseen circumstances.

I went to check my phone on the bedside table. Emails from work, 5000 steps...ah! Zhongli's message!

Today

Unread messages

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Zhongli:

Hello, y/n. Are you awake?

Sorry to disturb... 😅 8.00am ✓✓

Would you like to have breakfast

at a café nearby the tea house? 8.02am ✓✓

Me:

Hi, Zhongli, sorry for the late reply.

Just woke up. 8.35am ✓✓

reply to Would you....

╰┈➤ Yea, that sounds nice~ 8.35am ✓✓

Zhongli:

There aren't many people at this hour. 8.35am ✓✓

Me:

I should be ready by 9. 8.36am ✓✓

Zhongli:

Do you know the café? I can send the location to you if you need it. 8.36am ✓✓

Me:

Yeah, I've been there before.

Starry Café right? 8.36am✓✓

Zhongli:

See you there then. 8.36am ✓✓

Me:

See you :D 8.37am ✓✓

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My hair still messy, I went to the kitchen to get a glass of warm water. My half opened eyelids squinted to pour the warm water into a small glass. I got changed to the same clothes I wore last week to the tea house. All my other clothes were in the washing. I combed my hair neatly and placed a brown, velvet beret on my head. It was about 8.45 after I got dressed. I headed out of the apartment and went to the café. It wasn't far from here but about 5 to 10 minutes away on foot. I walked past the boutiques, flower shops, restaurants... I could see the café from a few blocks away. I wondered if Zhongli had arrived yet?

I opened the door and heard the subtle ding of the bell amidst the sound of cars passing by. I saw Zhongli at the right end of the café, he waved to me. I walked over to his table. It was a table for two. He was wearing an ivory black turtleneck under a brown trench coat and a pair of black slacks. He hasn't ordered anything yet.

"Here's the menu. What would you like to eat?" He questioned.

"Mmm, I would take a croissant and a cafe latte."

"I will go to the counter and order then."

The food came not long after. I got my awaited croissant and cafe latte. Zhongli got was the cafe's breakfast set. It looked like a lot but he finished it in no time. I took a look at the time on my phone. 9.30am.

"We finished breakfast but it's only 9.30am."

"The walk from here to the museum should be around 15 to 20 minutes."

"Maybe we can have a little chat while we're at it, haha."

We left the café and went to the museum. There were a lot of fancy boutiques in this area but most of the clothes are too expensive for me to afford. There were some autumn trees planted by the curb of the roadside. We walked on the left side of the road. I glanced to my left. Zhongli's coat resembled a billowing cape, the features on his face, angular and sharp. The wind running through his long, amber brown hair like a dragon's tail. The autumn leaves floated in the air as gusts of wind puffed in and out.

"Y/n, is anything the matter?"

Oh shoot, did I look for too long? I could feel my face reddening out of embarrassment. Uh, I should just, brush it off. TOTALLY NOTHING HAPPENED...

"Ah, i-it's nothing..."

I automatically turned away and looked to anywhere but him. How could I make myself calm down. I focused on the museum up ahead. It was very...square. Looked like a giant box of chocolates. We arrived in front of the museum. It's facade of wooden details carved into its walls, fine and intricate. As we entered through the large doors, we were greeted with a towering, bronze statue of Rex Lapis. I looked up in awe. The line for the Ancient Liyue Relics exhibit was nearly empty. We got entry tickets in no time.

When we entered the exhibit, there were many relics from the time of the Archon War and The Great Cataclysm. I was intrigued by the brown, square cup inside one of the glass casings. It was said that Morax used to bring those cups during every reunion of the gods and adepti of Liyue. The geo symbol on the cup looked identical to that of Zhongli's iris.

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'Morax, why do you keep bringing those square cups? We already have enough teacups to go around'

'I guess he just likes anything square'

Everyone burst into laughter. Today was one of the reunions among us adepti, and one of the happiest as well. Marchosius brought a lot of food this time. I wasn't sure if we could finish it all. I felt quite full already. Little Ganyu eats a lot. She is so cute and chubby I wish I could just pinch those cheeks! The weather is rather nice, its cooling and a bit cloudy. If only everyday was like this...

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Was I an adeptus in a previous life? Wait...that child with horns looked familiar...THAT'S MISS GANYU, ONE OF MY SUPERIORS! Couldn't believe she looked that cute as a child. From hearsay, my colleagues said that she was about 3000 years old. And Zhongli was holding this exact cup. No, this had to be a coincidence.

"Y/n? You look puzzled"

He crossed his arms and leaned against the glass casing, looking at me with curious eyes. I hoped that thing doesn't break.

"Probably because I never seen this before"

I gave out a nervous laughter. Zhongli had an odd resemblance to Morax, the square teacups were similar to that in the exhibit. I turned to my right and saw a painting. An interpretation of the adepti's reunion perhaps? It looked similar to the 'flashback' I received.

"That painting was painted a long time ago. Even the Liyue Qixing have a hard time dating back this painting."

"Ooh, this painting does looks accurate though"

"Accurate? How so?"

"A-Ah, a slip of tongue. I meant amazing, yes. Amazing."

"Oh, I see..."

Zhongli's pov

Y/n is being awfully suspicious. She talked about that painting as if she had seen it in real life. How would she know anything about it? There is very little known information other than myths passed on by elders.

Y/n's pov

I walked past the square cup to see the cleansing bell being kept in the same type of glass casing as well. I could hear a lovely melody play in my head. It sounds better than that of the renowned composers.

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"True music is an expression of the soul, not from some mechanism, Guizhong."

"Dear Ping, my cleansing bell is on par to human composers. Some say my cleansing bell is superior."

"Morax, you have to put an end to this petty argument. It has dragged on for far too long."

Morax and Cloud Retainer made a verdict from a hilltop not far from us. He confiscated my cleansing bell. My cleansing bell. He designated it for ceremonial use so that Streetward Rambler and I would stop arguing over some 'petty belief'. I have taken my concentration to a new invention, the Obscuro Vulpes Mechanism!

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The Obscuro Vulpes Mechanism looks like the real-life version of the Guizhong Ballista taken straight out from a history textbook. I think I would have a hard time pronouncing that. And the famed Cloud Retainer in human form?! This was too much for me to digest in one sitting.

Zhongli's pov

Y/n looks more confused now. She shook her head multiple times. I wonder what was going on inside that head of hers. She hasn't asked me anything since we entered the exhibit. Her reaction was not quite what I expected. Sigh Looking at these 'relics' reminds me of the good old days... Residing in the Guili Assembly, overlooking a field of glaze lilies with Guizh- Lover's...Oath?

Y/n's pov

I haven't heard this piece before. It sounds comforting and soothing to the ears. But who in their right mind would sneak a guzheng into a museum exhibit? I doubt security didn't notice someone dragging a big wooden thing into a state of the art museum.

"Zhongli, what is this piece? I haven't heard this before."

"It is one of Liyue's classical pieces, also happens to be my favourite one of all."

"I don't think it's from the sound system. Sounds like someone is playing a guzheng. I think it comes from further inside the exhibit."

Out of curiosity, I followed the footsteps of the melodious tune and found an old lady playing the guzheng in front of a painting of a glaze lily field.

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It was the first night of Lantern Rite and people sent lanterns to the sky. The dark sky illuminated with a warm glow. Morax and I were watching from a field of glaze lilies nearby Guili Assembly. We were having a 'picnic' or so called, by mortals. I brought a basket of lotus paste mooncakes to eat. Zhongli brought a freshly brewed pot of osmanthus tea. I could hear a sweet sounding tune coming from the direction of Guili Assembly but I didn't know who played it.

"A toast to a prosperous new year" Zhongli raised his cup.

I raised by cup and took a sip. The osmanthus tea was calming and soothing to the senses. I felt like I could fall asleep there and then. I wish for a prosperous new year as well.

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That was... Lantern Rite... What's with me and glaze lilies? That music, it sounds similar to what that old lady is playing. I watched as she rhythmically plucked the strings of the guzheng, it tells a story for itself.

Zhongli's pov

This old tune makes me want to reminisce about her. After all those years, her death still haunts my soul.

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"Guizhong, no... no..."

She laid in my arms, knowing that her return to the dust was nearing.

"Morax, promise me this... that you will continue to live a full, prosperous life as the Archon of geo and become a god that the people of Liyue will look up to in the many years to come." She said with tears on the verge of escaping her glass-like eyes.

"I will..."

She gave a soft grin, cupping my face with her frail hands.

"Always remember that wherever I will be...I love-" Her last words got cut off. She turned to stone right before my very eyes... I shook her stone body, hoping she would wake up. Her lifeless body, giving me the most loving smile in all of Teyvat...

"GUIZHONG, WAKE UP! Please...stay with me..." I was in shock that she just died. She was dead. No, this couldn't be happening, no, no....

I hugged her for the last time. The glaze lily I gave her was still in her hair.

"Guizhong...I love you too..." I whispered into her ear as tears flooded my eyes. I cried out to the heavens, hoping they'd bring her back...

I got up in front of Guizhong's lifeless, stone body. Bowing to pay my respects.

"Take the people south, we will set up a new city. It is far too dangerous to stay here."

I held back the last of my tears. I had to lead the people of Liyue to a safer place, where they will prosper for a long time. The remaining adepti and I took the people to the coastline of Liyue, south of Guili Assembly. Guili Assembly is no more. All that is left of it was the ruins of our past and the joyful memories of old.

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Someone's pov

I looked up from my guzheng after I finished playing. Morax and Guizhong? Wait...GUIZHONG???

"Guizhong...is that you, perhaps?"

Y/n's pov

Me? Guizhong? Who even is Guizhong? These 'memories' were so confusing. I didn't remember any of these and they didn't look like they were in Liyue Harbour.

"I'm not sure, maam"

"Oh, you remind me greatly of her, haha. Our bickering about opinions of music... the small little things in life might be the ones you appreciate most..."

She spoke with the wisdom of millenias of knowledge. I got another sudden 'flashback'. I didn't know what they were about. It was just so chaotic. Everything happened too fast. I couldn't understand the context of it. A lot of people were crying, then it all fades to black...

"Y/n, are you okay? You seem deep in thought."

"I'm fine...but..."

"'But' what?"

"Who is this 'Guizhong'? I kept getting these weird 'flashbacks' where people kept calling me 'Guizhong'. Zhongli, you were there as well, or some who looks like you." I hesitated to continue. What if he thought I was crazy?

"'Guizhong' hmmm? You said I was there as well..."

"Yeah! There was one where a lot of people stood in a circle around me, crying. You were the one closest to me, you called me 'Guizhong' as well."

"What else do you remember?"

"Mmm, there was one where we sat in a field of glaze lilies watching the lanterns float up during Lantern Rite. You also tucked a glaze lily into my hair, you smile was as sweet as a plate of almond tofu."

"Guizhong passed away many many years ago...but I do miss her."

"Wait...so you're saying that YOU ARE MORAX, THE ARCHON OF GEO?!"

"Hush, no one else should know. The lady that played the guzheng there is a fellow adpeti, Madame Ping, as you might know her."

"Ping? ... The one I argued with about music?"

"After all these years, we meet again, old friend."

"So, who was Guizhong, Zhongli?"

"Guizhong was our friend and fellow adepti also know as Haagentus, Lord of The Dust, ironically. I suppose you do have some recollection of her memories."

"So, basically speaking, I am Guizhong?"

"Her reincarnation probably."

I tried to process this information. That I was a reincarnation of a god. A god. Was it fate that led me to him? Me, a god. How could that be possible? I was still shocked, blankly staring into the painting of glaze lilies. I still couldn't imagine this. Like it all wasn't real yet so realistic. Even if I was a god, I'm no longer one, I'm just a mere human now...

"Was all that hard to digest? You look stunned."

"Maybe we could talk it over a cup of tea." I chuckled. "I still wondered how you managed to sneak in a guzheng almost as tall as you into a museum exhibit, Madame Ping."

"People won't notice an old lady like me, but a someone playing the guzheng in a museum exhibit is truly something out of the ordinary."

"Will I regain all of her memories?"

"Eventually, maybe."

Me. An actual god. I mean a reincarnation of one but close enough. When I was in highschool, I remember that one of the history lessons taught about the Archon War. There was a god that died, I suppose that was me? It didn't give much detail on it, I think I forgot most of it. I wonder how must it have been to live as a god residing in the Guili Assembly. When would I regain all my memories? Maybe I should go somewhere to trigger it? Or look at something like the square cups? How would my parents feel? That their daughter was a reincarnation of a god. Would they be proud of me or disown me as a lunatic? Did the heavens take pity on us and reincarnate me thousands of years later? Was I really a god? Or was I imagining it all? I could tell, really. I would let time show me the rest.

°.✩┈┈∘*┈˃̶୨୧˂̶┈*∘┈┈✩.°

The End

Thanks for reading~

Hope you enjoyed it ;D

#zhongli #genshin fluff #genshin #genshin fanart #genshin fanfic #genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin x reader #zhongli x y/n #genshin y/n #genshin imagines #genshin oneshots #genshin fiction #genshin lantern rite #genshinlmpact #genshin liyue #genshin impact liyue #genshin impact zhongli #liyue harbor

[lucid404]

You know all those genshin smaus like oneshots where yn just pranks the characters? I want that, but reverse. Like the characters trying to prank yn or doing something stupid and yn has to put up with their shit.

#genshin y/n #genshin x y/n #not every yn is a chaotic idiot #wheres my calm badass yn #OR WHY IS EVERY CHARACTER FLIRTY WITH YN #GIVE ME REALLY FLIRTY YN AND SHY BOYS #specifically kaeya #shy kaeya my beloved #genshin impact

[danijaci]

"jealous, jealous, jealous boyy.." ft. diluc

bro was discombobulated

#art #fanart #my art #genshin impact #原神 #(y/n) #character x y/n #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc genshin impact #genshin diluc #genshin fanart #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #IM BACKKK

[shanieveh]

to all the boys i've loved before !

— genshin men receive your confession letter that you accidentally sent

he doesn't care (HE WON AT LIFE) - albedo, cyno, diluc, neuvillette, tighnari, xiao, scaramouche

His face, although one with his usual stoic expression was now screaming how God had blessed him and when you finally left, apologizing for the inconvenience and asking if he felt the same way. OF COURSE HE DID?! HE LOVES YOU MORE THAN ANY—

"Yeah sure you're okay I guess."

Nailed it. And as your flustered face starts to run away from him, he was now thinking what place will you guys settle in? When will he buy the engagement ring. You know, the expected. After all, there was no way he would give back the heart you gave him.

teases you to oblivion - childe, itto, kaeya, kazuha, lyney, pantalone, heizou, venti, xingqiu,

"Ho ho.... so you like LIKE me?"

He was hiding his red face underneath the words of teasing and fun. Yeah, he liked you back, but where's the thrill? A letter is just... well, a letter. He wanted to hear it from you, he wanted you to say it so many times for it felt like the blood to his heart. He needed this.

And although it may look like he was not taking your confession seriously, he does. Every word you said embedded in his head, and it's a crime for him to let you forget it. He plans to make you remember that silly letter you wrote at 1:43 AM for the rest of your life.

becomes a blushing mess - bennett, chongyun, freminet, gorou, thoma, capitano

When he read the whole thing, the happiness he felt turned to nervous immediately. What do you mean you liked him? Did the manifestations worked or something? Was he finally blessed with this beautiful angel after beng miserable for so long? YOU ACTUALLY LIKE HIM?

He wanted to party! No, but what if you decided to not like him anymore? After all he had many bad qualities. He was panting, frantically, the whole area heard it. YOU heard it. Will that make you like him less? Oh god... oh god... he was sure to admiring you from afar. But this?

"U...uhm I-I also feel the same way..." And with that he ran for his life.

thinks you guys are now married - alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, kaveh, zhongli, wriothesley

Oh so you like him? When's the wedding? He was now thinking of a designer for your wedding fits. After all, his partner deserves the very best. Do you want to be child free? Is there a need for him to make a planned parenthood account? What will your retirement plan be? Do you plan to be buried with him or separate? Thoughts like these raced through his mind.

The letter gripped by his hand, you were afraid to be rejected. And when you were about to speak and confront the silence he moved and folded the paper and put it in his pocket. Next time, it will definitely be a ring.

"See you at 5, sweetheart."

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[nariism]

neuvillette is aware that he shouldn’t have let you get so close. but he did, and now he’s lamenting the fact that your hands are grasping at his soft horns — his fucking horns, of all places — and he might like it.

uptight and strait-laced, you’ve never known the chief justice to be someone so easily flustered. yet here he is with heat crawling up his neck, so warm that you can feel it against your palms as they ghost over his skin.

you can’t help but laugh at his current situation.

he was vehemently against you coming anywhere near his hair at first, grumbling about how his horns were on the sensitive side and he would rather not have to go into work feeling uncomfortably aware of their presence on his head.

however, you were hard to deny with that little smile on your face and such soft hands grabbing at his arms, tugging him closer. a sweet voice chanting, "please, honey? pretty please?"

neuvillette has never been good at denying you what you want.

it’s how he ends up sitting at your shared vanity. you comb through his long hair, watching him with amusement in the mirror as he huffs and jolts with every brush of your fingers against his horns.

the fact that he was letting you get anywhere near them was surely a testament to his trust in you. he was completely vulnerable here, at your mercy.

“sorry,” you mumble disingenuously, clearly enjoying seeing your usually serious husband falling apart with a simple action. you quickly tie off the end of his hair with a bow and he sighs in relief, thinking that the torment is over.

it's far from over.

he draws a sharp breath when you lean forward and press two gentle kisses on him; one on either side of his head just beside his horns.

neuvillette glowers at you in the reflection, disapproval written all over his face. "stop that," he scolds.

you do, but only because you're worried he might melt into a puddle before your very eyes if you continue.

it becomes a daily routine after that, with him sitting patiently in front of the mirror while you brush and tie off his hair. and you always end it the same way: two kisses, a soft "have a good day at work," murmured against him, and a mischievous little smile that makes him sigh.

he responds everyday with the same two words. "stop that," with a narrow-eyed glare.

the day you do stop, he's confused and irritated.

not only because you have the audacity to throw a wrench into routine again, which you know he hates, but also because he can't figure out why he misses your lips so much.

"what are you doing? i am going to be late."

"hm?" you peer up lazily from your spot on the bed, still half asleep.

"you have to do my hair."

"i thought you didn't want me to, so i slept in today."

your husband is eerily silent for a moment as he mulls over your words. then, he carefully perches himself on the edge of the bed, back turned to you expectantly and still wordless.

no, he would never admit he likes it just a little bit — the vulnerability, the trust, the feeling of your hands threading through his hair, the intimacy of it. hell no.

but neuvillette doesn't have to say a lot of things for you to understand; not when the way his skin heats up says it all; not when you're the first person to touch his horns in centuries; not when he’s saying stop that with such an affectionate glimmer in his eyes.

you give him four kisses that morning, two on either side.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

#— whispers in the wind ✧ #not proofread i'm sorry #neuvillette my beloved my BELOVED my husband my lover my meow meow #he makes me insane #also idk if i would call those things on his head horns but that's what everyone else calls them #neuvillette #neuvillette genshin #neuvillette fluff #neuvillette x y/n #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fic #genshin impact fluff

[flokali]

♢ I love you, I own you | Tartaglia

warnings: yandere, dub-con, penetration, coming inside, unprotected, undertones of misogyny, toxic parents, manipulation and gaslighting, obsessive, paranoid, and possessive behavior, toxic mindset, coerced submission, getting walked into, bribing, murder, torture, self-doubt and insecurities (mc), arranged marriage, implied financial insecurity, implied virginity (mc & childe), spoilers for tartaglia’s story/lore, unhealthy coping mechanisms, unreliable narration (at times). ask to tag.

pairing: afab! fem! reader (bottom) x childe (top)

word count: 13.3k

a/n: ahhh; hopefully this is good >_< i love him so much… after almost a year, ‘tis done ^_^

part two: here

— 18+

Childe is horrified and incredibly angered, if not down right homicidal, when he finds out your parents planned to have you engaged to a no-name Fatui henchman, it’s only a further blow to his already weakened heart when the news don’t come from you nor your family but from the loud mouths of your “soon to be fiancé” and his goons. His blue eyes widen and he feels himself grow lightheaded, his stomach feels like it’s turning itself inside out and, oh Celestia, he thinks he’s going to puke.

While perhaps not the most befitting behavior for a Harbinger, Ajax couldn’t help but eavesdrop when he had first heard the mention of your name and while he’s extremely glad he did, - he’s silently thanking the Tsaritsa for telling him now so he could do something - he almost wishes he didn’t as he’s now forced to go back to his office and wordlessly deal with the intrusive thoughts racing through his head.

All he can think about are the countless pinky promises you’d both made to each other during your childhood, the coos of both of your parents when they had first heard him declare his love for you, the feeling of your hands against his when you kissed his cheek goodbye before the fateful day he stumbled down the abyss, the way you and only you were the sole thing keeping him together during his time there, the way you sobbed in relief when he first approached you after emerging victorious from hell itself; did those moments mean nothing? Had only he been impacted by them? Had you forgotten his love for you - your love for him?

No, he thought as he marched to his desk, there’s no way - you had to have felt it too, you must have kept those memories deep in your heart as did he. You both were meant to be, childhood sweethearts, one soul in two different bodies, created from the same stars and carved out from the same earth, put into the same world to meet and love each other from your first life to the last. You were his and he was yours, you were one and the same, you were lovers - it was written in the stars and in his very flesh, it was a fact as true as his love for you.

His breathing is ragged and he can’t contain his shaking body, he never should have trusted your parents - they obviously didn’t have your best interest in mind, if they cared about you at all they would have never promised your hand to another, they would’ve realized he, Childe, Tartaglia, Ajax, he was the best man for you.

Granted, they hadn’t heard from good little Ajax for years, not ever since he’d left for the Fatui - he only ever kept consistent correspondence with you and his family - but that’s no excuse, there was no excuse for their actions, they were disgusting pests that were blinded by greed. How much money had they taken to accept such a disgusting agreement? 500,000 Mora? No, that was too cheap… 1,000,000? 2,000,000? More? Maybe it was in the tens of millions, there was no way you were being given away for less, right?

“Ahhh,” the ginger sank in his chair, his trembling hands finding his hair and pulling at the soft strands in frustration, “what do I do now? What should I do? What should I do? Shit… this can’t be happening.”

He wanted to cry and destroy everything. Destroy that man, no… that poor, pathetic excuse of a man that had dared try and stake his claim on you. This wasn’t your fault, there was no way you knew – never once in your letters had you mentioned a lover nor a wedding, you would have told him - would have begged for him to save you - if you did know you must have cried and begged for them to not marry you to that bastard, sobbed as you muttered his - Ajax’s - name like a mantra, begging to be taken by him and finally wed to the true love of your life.

It felt like the world was falling and crushing him alive.

How could they do this to you? How dare they do this to you? To him, to you, to the both of you.

He could just have the man killed, sent on a suicide mission disguised as an essential step for gnosis hunting - maybe even under the pretense of a promotion, he was sure he’d accept anything, he was a no name soldier that would probably be forgotten by the next round of recruitment -, and make your parents go bankrupt, burn their house and have their businesses fail before delivering the final blow of jailing them due to fraud or maybe even executed under claims of treason; the thoughts calmed his rapid heart, if only slightly.

They needed to be taught a lesson, they shouldn’t put their dirty, greedy hands where they didn’t belong.

But no, that’d be too light of a punishment, and there would be so many loose threads - he’d rather be on good terms with your family - if only for you -, could it maybe be a misunderstanding? It could be, right? They were like family to him once, after all, and a part of him hates the idea of them having grown so vile and corrupted, they were supposed to be his in-laws and he’d rather his children have both sets of grandparents. Not to mention, you’d be so sad to see them gone, even if there was a chance they were worth nothing more than dirt.

No, that wouldn’t do, his wife couldn’t be sad - he’d confront them as soon as physically possible, question their actions and propose a better arrangement, and depending on their answer they would become the Fatui’s latest show of loyalty to the Tsaritsa or officially join the perfect future he’d dreamed of with you.

Yes, that’s what he’d do, his shaking heart finally comes to a rest as he begins to plan his trip. If things went south he could easily have his initial plan executed quickly, and while he doesn’t particularly like the idea of having to plan their execution arrangements, justice wasn’t always pleasant.

It’d be alright, surely all of this could be resolved through a mature, adult conversation. And if not, then Childe wasn’t a Harbinger for naught.

It takes him a few days until he’s able to find the time to meet up with your parents, though, honestly, it’s more like barging into your home unannounced and demanding answers. He has a job - a serious job, after all, one that demands his presence and takes true effort and work, unlike that shitty excuse of meat your parents wanted you to marry - and he had matters to attend to – after all forging evidence for a possible execution isn’t easy and he wants to be prepared, it was one of the few times where he wanted to come in with a proper battle plan.

He had it all planned out if things went south, a few reports here, some testimonies there, a lengthy transcript or two, a handful of bank reports, and soon your parents would look like traitors to the crown and be sentenced to public execution.

All he had to do was confront them in person. He wasn’t sure if your parents would be home, he hoped so as to not prolong such a troublesome process any longer, but he was willing to wait. He was getting his answers today, one way or another; he’d free you from this horrid arrangement and whisk you away to give you the life you truly deserved.

Luckily for him, you live in the same neighborhood as you always had, so no time had to be wasted searching for your family’s whereabouts. It had been a long time since he’d had the chance to come back to his childhood neighborhood and he can’t help the giddiness in his heart as he strolls through memory lane while making his way down the streets you two shared a childhood in, it looked almost the same - a few differences here and there like a new house or someone’s place having been renovated, but it felt just like home. His parents had long since moved houses into a fancier side of the city, the money Childe managed to bring home as a Harbinger long since allowing them the luxuries that had once felt impossible, but he almost wishes they hadn’t as he spots your family’s humble abode, his heart longing back to the days of your shared youth.

It’s a two story house, built with strong wood made to resist Snezhnaya’s harshest winters and the cold summers, the roof was made of strong wood and designed so that snow would fall as to not sink, the front yard still held the swing you’d begged your parents for on your tenth birthday, the mailbox was still slightly crooked from the time he had head-butted it when racing you back from the park, the flowerbed still held the same flowers and plants that were able to withstand Snezhnaya’s harsh weather, the tree somehow still seemed to harbor the countless balls you two had gotten stuck there back when you were in your preteens; it was like it had been frozen in time, the only true difference he could spot was your older figure sitting on the front steps looking as if you were waiting for something, maybe someone; maybe him.

His heart stops as do his steps, he’d been so busy the last couple of years he hadn’t been able to pay you a visit in person, he’d had a few soldiers patrol the area before, but nothing could prepare Ajax for the surge of emotions that coursed through his body as he laid eyes on you.

Your body was taller and you had grown into your features, but you were still you - your eyes still shined with the hope and love he’d long since lost while your lips were still as tempting as he remembered. There was no doubt it was you, he’d recognize you anywhere; no matter how much you changed. But you looked sad, your lips downcast, your eyes filled with tears, and your frame hunched over, it was clear you were cold by the shaking of your frame but you didn’t falter - still sitting down with a flimsy blanket wrapped around you as you waited.

The scene made him pick up his pace, he was desperate to reach your side; what had happened? Why did you look so sad? Were you hurt? His men had not informed him of anything happening that would explain the crystal like tears that pooled in your eyes, just the sight was enough to have his blood boiling and fists shaking as he wondered who was responsible for the pain you so openly displayed.

Have you found out about Andrei and your parents’ sins? The thought of them being the reason for your sorrow made him grow dizzy with rage, but the negative feelings can only last so long as he has you in his sights. Your mere presence seemed to lull his emotional heart into a more tranquil state.

“[Y/N]?” Childe asked, he was only a few feet away from you but he didn’t dare walk closer, “Is that you?”

“A-Ajax?” Your eyes widened, hope evident in your voice and it’s like all traces of the previous pain in your face had vanished, “Oh, Ajax!”

You hesitate for a second before breaking into a smile when you realize it really was him. It almost looks like you want to burst into tears and he’s sure he probably doesn’t look any better, seeing you in the flesh after so long felt like a dream and as if every moment without you until now had been but a nightmare, he can’t help himself from running towards you and throwing himself into your arms. He looks older, definitely more mature, his is build stronger now - probably due to the fighting and training he endured as a Harbinger, you thought - but his smile was still the same, perhaps a bit empty but it still filled your heart with a warmth that could battle Snezhnaya’s unforgiving cold. It felt right to have him back in your arms as if time had never been cruel and taken him away from you, you could have sweared your worries disappeared the moment you took in his warmth.

His white coat floats through the air as he lands between your arms, and you can feel his smile in your chest as he hugs you tight.

He was finally home, he thought, in your arms and back in the neighborhood that had raised him - he was with you and that was all that mattered, the man was filled with so much ecstasy he could almost forget why he’d come here.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, your voice is shaky and the ginger feels himself melt at the familiar tone of your voice.

“I should be asking you that,” he laughs, his eyebrows becoming furrowed in concern as he speaks, “it’s freezing, darling, you shouldn’t be outside.”

“I… I was waiting for one of your letters,” you whisper shyly, during your time away from each other - weekly letters had been your primary source of communication, something you’d learn to love and cherish as one of the few forms of contact you and Childe could have without your parents knowing his dangerous job and position.

“You’re so cute,” he coos, he feels a weight lift off his shoulders as he realizes you were safe, if anything he feels ashamed he hadn’t been able to send you anything and caused you such pain, his heart aches as he tries to wrap around his head he may have hurt your feelings, his gloved fingers find your cheek and squeezes it tightly, “however, it’s too cold for you to be outside with just a blanket, my love.”

“I know,” you shake your head, you go to lift a hand to wipe the stray tears that had escaped you but Childe takes care of it for you as he delicately caressed your face, “it’s just, I hadn’t heard from you in almost two weeks and I got worried, I thought… maybe something had happened in Liyue and you’d gotten hurt.”

“O-oh… I’m sorry,” his deep blue eyes look downcast as he processes your words, “I never meant to worry you, I had so much to do and to say that instead of a letter I decided to come meet you in person, i-isn’t that better, love? I simply couldn’t be away from you any longer, it’s my fault, though, I should have told you so earlier, ahh… I can’t believe I’ve made my angel cry.”

A poor soldier would have their head cut off tonight, he thought, for he was certain he’d sent a bag full of letters meant to last you at least a full season to be delivered everyday to you while he arranged for this mess to be solved.

You nod as stars fill your eyes before shaking your head as if assuring him you were alright. You loved Ajax and you had loved him for almost all your life, from the moment you met him you’d been charmed by his boyish good looks and charisma, of course a few things had changed, but he was still your sweet Ajax, the boy who’d stolen your heart and kept it safely within his arms for as long as you’ve known him.

“Come on,” you signal him to stand up with a soft pat and the man has to stop himself from begging for more of your touch, “let’s go inside, you must be tired and we have so much to talk about.” He nods and lets himself be pulled up by you as you giggle and smile about finally being able to talk face to face after years of not being able to physically see each other.

You feel like a teenager again as you lead Ajax into your house, your heart beating like you were confessing your love for the first time - the excitement was practically the same, your head felt fuzzy from the warm feeling holding Childe’s hand gave you; you had missed him terribly. You feel like you were about to explode into a million piece from excitement, your head filled with everything you’ve ever wanted to say to Ajax’s face ever since he left, all the news that felt too important to simply write out and that had you hoping a day like this would finally come, you’re scared of coming off too intensely but your heart truly feels like it’ll burst from joy, unfortunately your excitement comes to an abrupt end when you finally drag him into your living room. You turn around to offer him a drink or something to eat, the trip from the capital all the way over here was a couple hours long and he’d always had quite an appetite, but you’re faced with a look of disappointment and slight anger as he looks around the room, your heart sinks - just seconds ago he was all smiles and laughter as you two embraced each other in the harsh winter, having created a warm paradise between each other, but now he looked as if he couldn’t stand to be in your house and you wonder if maybe you’d angered him somehow even though you logically knew you’d done nothing other than invite him inside.

Maybe you were overreacting, you think, you’d been quite paranoid as of recently, your family had been distant and you’d been feeling lonely and anxious for a while. It’d been an embarrassingly long time since you’d had guests over, at least, guests that mattered to you and hadn’t been your parents’ friends or siblings spouses. The look in Ajax’s face makes your stomach churn; had something happened?

“Are your parents home?” He asks, his voice tinged in a mixture of distaste and sadness, it’s lower than when he’d spoken to you earlier and you wonder what could have happened to create such a drastic change in his behavior. If you took the time to notice you’d see how his eyes glare at the family portrait; the two traitors clear as day as they embraced their children, Childe couldn’t help but see them in a new, more negative and hateful light.

Not after two weeks of research, not when he was now certain they wanted to get in his way.

“No, they said they weren’t coming home until later tonight, but if you want to stay till then I’m sure they'd love to see you again,” you try to reassure him thinking he was perhaps saddened at not being able to see your parents, it’d make sense since, unlike you two, they hadn’t been able to keep in touch since the young man’s career in the Fatui began.

“I… I don’t think I want to meet them, no,” Ajax shakes his head, his hair bouncing as he makes his way to your sofa, his legs tremble slightly – cowards, he thinks, not even able to show their faces, “I actually came here to talk to them but, ha… now that I’m here I’m not too sure.”

“Hmm, how so?” You ask, your heart - which was already quite nervous at his sudden change of mood - sinks further, a sudden uneasiness fills your lungs.

He’d come here in hopes of finding you parents and confronting them with his findings, he would have offered them a chance to redeem themselves and cancel the wedding without you even finding out about the secret dealings they’d been making in your name, but they were not here, you were. Maybe, he could change his battle plan, if he couldn’t talk to your parents… why not simply talk to you? If he’d offered a higher sum and never asked you himself, he’d be no better than that lowlife and your parents, not that you’d reject him - but the thought of steeping as low as they did made him sick.

“What are your thoughts about marriage?” The question is so sudden and unrelated to the previous topic you instinctively frown.

“Marriage,” you sit down opposite of him, it feels like you’re in a job interview as he questions you, “I mean, I’ve thought about it but I’m not sure I want to get married, at least not now, I’m not too sure I’d want to give it all up; I mean, I have a job and friends, there’s so much to do, so much I want to do… and I can’t say I’d be able to do it all if I was married. I’d like to travel and, I… I don’t know, learn more I guess, I feel like if I settle down it'll be once I’m more, you know, confident or mature?”

You trail off awkwardly, it was true - the only times you’d ever seriously thought about marriage often included you being significantly older and, most of the time, with an already retired Ajax — though you wouldn’t admit that to his face unless you were certain he felt the same. You’d rather keep that last part hidden, if not for fear of making him uncomfortable, for the sake of your heart and fear of being brushed aside. Your parents had made it quite clear; you were no marriage-material, you’d be lucky if you even manage to get a partner at this rate, and you doubted a man as accomplished as Tartaglia, Ajax, the 11th Harbinger, would settle for a average, clumsy, pessimistic small town girl such as yourself.

He stays quiet as if a million thoughts were racing around his head; that wasn’t the answer he particularly wanted, he’d rather hear you’d been fantasizing of marrying him, hear you ramble on and on about how you’d been waiting for him and were just about ready to go down the aisle with him and promise yourself to one another but he was glad you weren’t against the idea of marriage, even if he wished you’d been more open about doing it sooner rather than later; but that would change, he was sure of it.

“And, uh, what about you?” You ask, the air felt heavy and you desperately wanted to ease the tension, only one thought was really running through your head that you were too afraid to ask; “What was going on with Ajax?”

“Me?” The question snaps him out of whatever mental trance he’d caught himself in, “Well, I want to get married, the sooner the better, I want to have a family, but it’s gotta be with the person I love the most in this world, I couldn’t bring myself to imagine living without them.”

Neither the words themselves nor the sentiment are crazy, even if you’d only just gotten to know him, it was obvious Ajax wanted a loving family to call his own and it was a pretty common desire for many, it more so was the way his eyes seemed to bore into your own as he spoke, as if he were trying to let you know it was you who he was talking about. You flustered at the thought, it was perhaps selfish to think it was you he was talking about but the thought pleased you nonetheless even if your parents’ words echoed in your mind.

“That’s, ah,” you mumble, breaking eye contact and looking elsewhere, trying to calm your beating heart, you should stop being so silly - he was here to talk with your parents, not you, both of you meeting was mere coincidence, nothing else, “really nice, I hope you find them soon..”

“You do?” He smiles, seemingly pleased with your words, but it’s significantly weaker than usual.

There’s an awkward silence as you wonder if maybe, just maybe, he’d come here to propose. You know it sounds crazy and incredibly sudden but the mention of marriage and wanting to talk to your folk, the fact he’d made the time in his incredibly busy schedule and travels to come over to your house, it made it sound like he had ulterior motives for coming here and just the thought of them had you flustered. You may have just said you wanted to hold off on marriage, that you doubted someone like him would even think of being your partner, but you felt certain that if Ajax asked for your hand you would agree with no hesitation – out of a pitiful mix of love and desperation.

You’re unsure of what to do and are about to speak up, willing to say almost anything to move the conversation forward and away from the topic, but he beats you to it and breaks the silence first.

“Listen, dove… I-I love your parents and I wouldn’t accuse them of something like this if I didn’t have evidence, okay?” He lies through his teeth, after finding out the way they were so willing to get in between you two he could barely stand the thought of them now, but he’s lucky the rest of the words come easy, “I really didn’t want to believe this either, but I have many a reason to suspect they may be trying marrying you off soon to a stranger.”

“W-What?” You breathe out, you struggle to process his words, it’s as if they’d bounced off your brain and floated off elsewhere, “M-marrying me off? What’s - what do you mean?”

No, no, no way.

You feel yourself grow tense and light headed.

What sort of messed up prank was this? There was no way… right?

“It seems they found a member of the Fatui,” he shakes his head, “a guy named Andrei Galkin, and they’re planning to marry you off to him, so I decided to ask around - it seems like it’s been a topic for a while now, money may be involved too, the reason I came here was to… have a talk with your parents, see if I could change their mind.”

“D-do you even have proof?” You ask with a shivering voice, heat rushes to your cheeks as you begin to feel hot in embarrassment and anger; your parents were meaning to sell you off to some man? This had to be a joke Childe was playing, you’d known he’d become a bit off after the Abyss incident and you knew his time as a Harbinger probably messed him up, but this wasn’t funny. It was disgusting, the mere prospect has you trembling as you try and grasp what on earth was happening. However, the more you look at him, you wonder if this is a joke at all. You studied him and his expression, desperately trying to see anything on his face that’d indicate this was a sick prank from his part, a cheeky smile or maybe lack of eye contact - anything would do, you felt yourself begin to hyperventilate as you realized how absurd it’d be for him to come all the way to a village hours away from the main city to play such a horrible joke on you, one he must have known would cause you pain and anguish — you doubted he’d want to see you like this, at least you hoped he wouldn’t want to see you like this.

Oh, the realization makes you grow lightheaded, he was probably telling the truth.

“There’s correspondence between them and his family, there’s also a wedding venue booked under their names,” Ajax mumbled, his voice a mere whisper against the sound of your beating heart, he pulls a few files from his coat and hands them to you - your last name is printed on the cover and you quickly open them and browse through the pages, your heart sinks, “I also found money transactions between your family and the Galkin family, about… I’m sorry but I can’t —“

“How much, Ajax?” You feel stiff and your hands start shaking making it hard for you to continue flipping through the countless reports, photographs, records, bank transactions, and letters, your blood feels terribly cold as you try to calm down the whirlwind of feelings that coursed through your body, but you couldn’t bring yourself to calm down, not when your family, your parents of all people, have seemed to been able to calmly put a price on not only your love but your person as well.

“About 900,000 Mora,” he mutters, cold blue eyes avoiding your gaze as he continues, “to Uncle and Auntie from Andrei’s family.”

“900,000 Mora…” You feel your heart shatter as Childe brings a comforting hand towards your shoulders, his calloused fingers massaging your tense muscles, “You’re… you’re serious, aren’t you?”

“I’d never lie about such a thing,” he approaches you slowly, Ajax continues speaking as he envelops you with a hug soon after removing the papers from your trembling hands,“this pains me as much as it pains you.”

All of this was true, it’d taken him a long time to gather it all, but the reality was simple and cruel;

your parents had begun arranging for your marriage to an older Fatui soldier for after his retirement.

“Why… why would they do this?” You mutter, feeling sorrow slowly fill your lungs up - making it harder to breathe comfortably, “H-how could they? How could they? Why… Ajax, w-why?”

You felt like an idiot, just minutes ago you’d naively thought you may be getting proposed to by your childhood lover, a childish and hopelessly romantic thought, but now you’re sitting in your living room, on the verge of a breakdown as you tried to think of why on earth your parents would be willing to accept such an offer on your behalf, why they’d use you - their daughter - for Mora.

“Shhh, it’s okay, let it out,” he brings your head into his shoulder, caressing your back in a soothing manner, “it must feel horrible, I’m sure.”

And so you sit there, sobbing into your old friend as you try and process the information presented in front of you. It takes you a good couple of minutes to calm down, by then you two have once again sat down on the couch.

“What am I going to do?” You bury your face into your hands, your body shook as you thought about having to confront your parents once they arrived now with the knowledge you had.

It takes Ajax a couple of seconds before he speaks up, he needed to make it seem like he hadn’t been thinking of this from the moment he’d gotten his hands on the evidence himself; “I have an idea but...”

Your head shoots up in record speed, you could practically feel your neck crack from the sudden move but you didn’t care, you were desperate for a solution - no matter how good or bad it may be; “Oh come on, just spit it out, nothing could be worse than this.”

“Marry me.”

Your eyes widen and your breath hitches; “M-Marry you?”

He nods, sapphire eyes staring you down like a hunter would prey - you didn’t like the way he was looking at you.

“Why?”

“Why?” He echos, you can see him stifle a laugh, “Because it’s either that or marrying some lowlife named Andrei who paid to wed you.”

You feel your body stiffen at the harsh words, they were true but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to hear. You avoid looking him in the eyes, your hands anxiously twiddle each other.

“… and what if you’re wrong?”

“What?” He asks as if he couldn’t believe what you had just said.

“What if my parents aren’t marrying me off…”

“Darling,” Ajax laughs but his eyes didn’t seem to have gotten the memo, “are you doubting me? I gave you evidence, it’s right there.”

“Not necessarily,” you look away, you couldn’t help but wonder why you needed to explain yourself, “but, come on, I can’t accept this, it’s too sudden and mom and dad, t-they’d never do this to me, right? I’m their daughter, you know? They love me, they said they did and you don’t do this if you love someone, right?. So… so w-what if you’re wrong?”

“Wrong? There’s no other interpretation that makes sense of what we’ve both seen. Why would I lie to you about this? Come on, love, look at me, do I look like I’m enjoying this?” He questions you, “Look at me, come on, listen to me, if it were up to me,” he grabs your chin when you refuse to meet his gaze, his dark blue eyes stare deeply into your soul; they don’t shine the way the once used to, “I would have asked them for their blessing and proposed to you in the plaza, I would have had a ring ordered from Liyue costume made for you, I’d organize for their to be flowers of every color imaginable, even arrange food and music too, there would be hundreds onlookers who’d die to experience a fraction of the joy we would be feeling, I would have invited my family and yours, I’d have you wearing a custom dress, you’d be the happiest woman in Teyvat if I’d have my way… but look where we are instead, can’t you see? This isn’t what I wanted for us, this isn’t what I wanted for you, but we still have time, we can still fix it. But before that first, you have to believe me and get it through your head; this is who they are, this is what they’ve done, your parents don’t love you any more.”

“…” You can only look at him in shock as you feel tears swell in your eyes because it was not far fetched to say that the last few months your family had been distant, that they’d begun to act strange, and that you’d been short on cash for Tsaritsa knows how long, it hurt because a part of you felt like this was plausible. Because it was true, you were the youngest and that you didn’t exactly pull your weight the same way your siblings did, it was true you’d been more of a casualty in your family’s life but that didn’t mean they’d sell you off. No, they had treated you with love and kindness, they’d been there for every big step in your life, they loved you… right? They’d never do this to you, they would never accept Mora in exchange for your hand in marriage. They would never trade their love for you for some Money… right?

Maybe their love was ensuring you had a better future, one where your lover took care of you even if you didn’t exactly choose them, it was true your love life had been awfully stale, that the only person you’d ever been interested in who had also liked you back was in the army, and that you were never quite able to secure a full time job, it was always part-time and you were always booked the least compared to your coworkers. It was true you didn’t have many friends, most of the people your age had moved away by now, you were the only one of your siblings who wasn’t married or dating someone, out of all of your siblings you were the only one who seemed to remain the same no matter how many years passed. Maybe it was exactly what this was, a misunderstood, misplaced, and ill-fitting way of showing their love; but maybe you hated the thought this was their way of expressing it more than you were moved they’d tried at all.

“Shhh, my love,” you didn’t quite catch when Ajax had started wiping your tears away nor when he had managed to get so close, but at that moment – the moment where your whole life felt so uncertain and shaken – you were willing to ignore it all, “it’s okay, I know what you’re thinking… My offer still stands, you can still marry me.”

“And then what?” You sobbed, holding his gloved hands tightly against your cheek, “What am I going to do after that?”

“You’ll move in with me,” he responds matter of factly yet his tone is still soft, as if he feared speaking too loudly would scare you away, “and we’ll tell them together and you’ll make your bags and we’ll be on our way away from all of this mess. Please listen to me, sweetheart, as of right now, I’m the only choice for you – it won’t be bad at all, it’ll be lovely in fact, don’t you want that?”

“…”

“Please, please trust me, I only want what’s best for you,” he continues, ignoring your silence and instead continuing to caress your skin, “I’ve worked with Andrei, he’s no good, he’s older and cranky, he’s always in a bad mood, he won’t satisfy you, and I don’t want you to be miserable, I mean look at you, is this what you want? Hear me out and put trust in me, you won’t regret it; I’ll get you out of this, I promise.”

“But…”

“I love you and I know you love me,” he whispered, drawing closer to you, his voice low as he slowly leans into your lips, he stops right before they can touch his own, “and I’m sure you’ll grow to love this too.”

There’s a silence as you let your options cross your head, you feel yourself grow overwhelmed, being struck with grief and regret in such strong waves you have no choice but to simply give in to the only secure stone you currently see in the storm that was brewing in your mind.

He loved you, he said so himself, and he’d protect you, he’d promised. You could trust him, you had to trust him; you had no one else.

“I’ll… I’ll marry you.”

“That’s my girl.” He boasts, his face – which is now close enough for you to smell the mint in his breath – breaks into a smile before he’s leaning into your face to kiss you; You reciprocate the action and close your eyes, secretly hoping that today was but a nightmare.

You feel his gloved hands wander around your body, the leather-like material is smooth as his skilled digits play around. There’s barely any time to breathe as he continues kissing you until you grow dizzy from the lack of oxygen entering your lungs.

You had always liked Ajax, always dreamed of marrying him, but as your dreams were coming true you couldn’t help but feel suffocated by the circumstances that brought it up.

“Darling,” he moans, as he finally parts himself from your abused lips, “you’re not kissing back, don’t tell me you –“

“Ajax,” you interrupt, your voice barely above a whisper as you desperately try to dive into his eyes, seeking an answer, “why are you doing this?”

The question spoke for itself, no further clarification was needed; why had he come? Why had he revealed your parents’ plans? Was it even as awful as he made it seem? Why did he care? Why now? Did he really want to marry you or did he just feel responsible for you? Why did he bring himself into this mess? Why you, why him, why, why, why, why? Simply; why?

A part of you couldn’t quite believe what you’d heard, you still struggled to grasp the idea that your parents would even think of giving your hand away for Mora, and yet the intensity in his voice, the anger in his tone as he relayed the information he’d gathered could have convinced anyone, you doubted he’d lie about something as severe. If this was the truth, it’d been revealed to you too quickly, you’d been expected to get over it too soon, one moment you find out your parents were getting rid of you and your trust in the most materialistic of ways and the next you’ve been proposed to by a man you hadn’t seen in person for over half a decade. You can’t help but wonder if you said yes because you loved him or because you were desperate, for what - you didn’t know.

“Because I love you,” he speaks, his dull eyes finding yours and you wonder if they’d always lacked light, “I love you… and I’m not letting anyone get in my- our way.”

In his head, this was the only way to have you, this was the only way to love you, he was going to save you.

He doesn’t stop to wait for your response before he’s picked you up with ease, years of training and hard work evident by how nonchalantly he walks around your house and goes up the stairs, ignoring all the other rooms and picking up the pace the closer you got to the destination; you were going to your bedroom, you realize, the one you’d been occupying since you were a child. You never thought your house to be small but the speed in which he was walking made you aware of how short the distance between your bedroom and living room was.

“Ajax, what are you doing?” You whimper, you hold on tightly to the ginger, you’re so close you can smell his cologne, afraid he’d let you do if you let up even for a second.

“I’ll show you,” he continued down the hall, there’s an edge to his voice that gives you a chill, he sounded almost angry but with whom you did not know, “I’ll show you why I’m doing this.”

You two finally make your way to your bedroom where he kicks the door open and plops you, quite unceremoniously, down onto the mattress. He kicks off his shoes and wiggles his heavy coat off before climbing the bed with you, he tugs you around until you’re below him.

“You’re doing all of this too fast, calm down,” you argue, pain and sorrow still evident in your voice and it hurts his soul to hear it, “you don’t have to prove me anything, I…”

“Everything I’ve said is true, love,” the red-head insists, “and I’m doing this equally for me as I’m doing it for you.”

You don’t respond, instead you opt to look away; his gaze was becoming too intense and it was making you feel funny in ways you hadn’t felt before.

“Look at me,” his hands find your jaw and he redirects your gaze forcefully, “you’ve already said yes, unless… don’t tell me you,” his eyes darken as they narrowed, an almost animalistic look took over his features, “you lied and you don’t want to marry me.”

“I… I do, I’ve always wanted to, but,” It’s embarrassing to admit but you do so anyway in fear of creating a misunderstanding between the two of you, everything was going so fast you were struggling to keep up, “but… is this really how you want to do it?”

You were certain you could take things slower, maybe wait for your parents to come home and talk to them, you didn’t understand why he was in such a hurry, was this healthy? Was this okay?

“Yes,” it seems like he can sense your hesitation so he continues, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” His words held so much certainty you almost feel stupid for even questioning him, he drew near your lips once more before engulfing your mouth in a kiss, this time with much more vigor than before.

His teeth nip at your lips, begging for entry and you shyly grant it, slowly parting your mouth open. It’s all so messy as you feel his tongue enter your mouth, the muscle seemingly had a life of its own as it mapped your mouth, teeth clashed against each other as if he were desperate to dominate you.

His hands find your waist and insists on pushing you further into the bed, molding your body into the mattress, as he rubs your sides with slow, sensual movements that light your body ablaze. The contrast between the continuous attacks on your lips and the soft stroking of your body left you dizzy, he handled you as if you were made of porcelain and yet ravaged you like a beast when granted access.

You unknowingly whine as your lips finally part, taking a deep breath of air in the process, a thin strip of saliva connected you both, a lewd indicator of the passion Ajax wished to imprint on you. You’re both panting, clearly riled up from the heated kiss, but the man on top of you insisted on letting his hands work their way through you. Your eyes trail downwards where his gloved digits traced the shape of your body, the way they glide across your curves and dips was hypnotizing, and you miss the way a smirk overtakes his features as he realizes how tightly he’s got you wrapped around those very same fingers.

You feel his breath before you hear his words; “Can I take this off?”

His voice is barely above a whisper yet his question rings around the room like a scream, you feel yourself grow hot under your clothes; the same ones he’d just asked to remove off of you.

You’re too embarrassed to answer him, still slightly hesitant to continue going, you can feel your cheeks heat up into a burning mess and you’re scared that if you speak you’ll make a fool of yourself, so instead you nod slowly, trying to calm your racing mind, moving your eyes elsewhere in hopes you wouldn’t have to see the smug look his face was sure to take.

However, he’s quick to catch your face and redirect your gaze back to himself; “Thank you.”

You let him pick you from the bed to fiddle with the claps on the back of your dress, his fingers are swift in figuring out how to free you from your outer layers, it’s almost amazing how quickly he’s able to take your clothes off until you’re clad in your modest undergarments.

Due to Snezhnaya’s unforgiving winters you often layered multiple articles of clothing and prioritized warmth over aesthetics, the thought your underwear might be underwhelming doesn’t cross your mind until you’re left with your thigh-length woolen socks and plain bra and panties. You wonder if maybe the sight would be disappointing for a man as well traveled as Childe, he’s probably seen much more appealing bodies and clothes during his travels, but that idea goes as quickly as it comes when you finally see his reaction to your partially bare body.

Even though he still wore multiple layers, you could see the way his chest had begun to fall and rise unsteadily, his cheeks have taken a feverish glow, and his breath has become noticeably ragged, the hands that held the clothes he’d recently taken off your body were clearly shaking, his fists tightened their grip on the soft fabrics of your garments until they wrinkled. His eyes never left you, even as they traveled through your body, mapping out every nook and cranny he so desperately wanted to mark and savor, he didn’t dare let his gaze wander as if afraid the minute he did you’d disappear and he’d wake up in his office, cold and alone.

“Hah…” Ajax lets out a soft moan as he takes in the sight in front of him, he feels weak and bothered as he watched your breasts rise and fall as you breathed, he lets his eyes go downwards until he’s face to face with your covered pussy and he feels his underwear slowly moisten as he catches sight of a small wet patch that had formed in your panties.

“Don’t look at me like that…” You mumble into your arms, your body instinctively tries to hide itself but your friend doesn't allow it. The minute he feels your legs try to bundle together he slots himself in between them and throws your clothes away so he can fully grasp and force them apart.

There’s silence as you both stare at each other, waiting for one of you to make the first move and fully pass the point of no return.

Surprisingly, this time it’s you who grows impatient and drags the ginger down to meet your hungry lips.

Maybe it’s because right now, Ajax felt like the only person who cared about you and you felt desperate to feel comforted, you felt betrayed and hurt and you craved to be reminded you were loved. It wasn’t healthy and a part of you felt guilty, like you were using him for momentary comfort, as if you’d forced him to come and offer his hand in marriage, if you were smarter and stronger maybe you would’ve realized what was going on and could have stopped it. But he’d said he loved you, right? You loved him, you knew you did and he’d gone and declared his love for you first, even when you were kids he was always dedicated to reminding you of his adoration, but your parents said that too and where did that lead to? He wasn’t doing this out of feeling obligated to care for you, was he?

Maybe this was a mistake, you probably should not be initiating sex with a man you haven’t seen in person in years after he came to tell you your parent had sold you off to marry some rich old, gross soldier, you instead should have sat down and talked for longer, tried figuring out what was going on and perhaps find a solution that didn’t include you marrying your childhood sweetheart, not out of love but out of fear of being forced into an arranged marriage with a stranger. But the fact of the matter is that you didn’t do that, you let yourself be dragged along by his passion and desperation, you now laid in bed making out with Ajax as you desperately tried to push the thoughts of self-doubt and disgust away.

You try to focus on the present without thinking of the past nor the future; The almost one million Mora your parents had pocketed didn’t mean anything, there was no Andrei Galkin, Ajax had never left you, the Fatui didn’t exist, there hadn’t been any betrayal or hurt feelings, you were safe and you were free, there was nothing. In this room, at least for this moment, all that existed was you and Tartaglia.

His shirt is a barrier between your greedy hands and his naked body that’s becoming increasingly annoying as you parted your lips to grant him access to your all of mouth, which he gladly accepts as your tongues caress each other in a sloppy manner, you feel your teeth sometimes clash with his own but you’re too focused on tugging at his clothes, trying to get them off with the least amount of space between you both to care. They could rip, you didn’t care, you wanted to feel his body and warmth, you needed to feel alive.

Your body is starting to feel tingly, your nipples feel hard against your bra and your lower region becomes needy. You want him to touch you more but his hands are busy fiddling with your hips and waist, alternating between the two spots as he caresses and pinches your skin.

You both seem hesitant to let each other go even if it’s for something as necessary as catching your breaths, but even if things seemed to have slowed down it didn’t mean something isn't happening.

“Ajax,” your voice is soft and breathless, you feel your lungs beg you to not speak, “take ‘em off, wanna touch you…”

You gesture at his clothes, slowly running a finger around his chest and stopping at - where you guessed - his nipple was and pressing down hard.

A deep grunt of approval escaped the man’s lips at the feeling and it took him a second to nod, busy trying not to focus too much on the way he felt his cock throbbing, and back off to make way for him to take his clothes off. Childe refuses to completely climb off you, instead leaning backwards to unbutton his shirt and click off the harness he wore, his coat falling behind is his figure, and his shoes long since thrown elsewhere, his pink nipples are clearly sensitive as his eyes shut off tightly as his clothes graze them, his whole body felt on fire - as if your mere presence were an aphrodisiac to the man. Next is his pants and socks and he does his very best to be as quick as humanly possible, they’re all off in record speed and he’s soon only wearing his underwear.

The minute he’s done, he’s thrown himself back onto you as if trying to make up for the few seconds he’d parted from you.

You’re flustered as you finally feel his skin freely come in contact with yours, as if the situation slowly began sinking in just then. Not to mention, you’d caught sight of his raging boner through the thin layer of fabric that constituted his undergarments. It looked big and thick and you wondered, if you even reached that point, if it was even possible to feel good from such a thing pounding on your hole, it looked like it’d hurt more than anything. But a greedy part of you was desperate to find out how it’d feel to have all of him inside of you, to have his fat tip caressing the deepest corners of your body, painting your gummy insides white.

This time, you both skip the kissing and go straight to touching each other, this time more shamelessly and with less hesitance. Your hands find his neck and you pull his head into the crook of your neck where he dedicates his time to litter kisses across the area, you let your hands wander across his shoulders and neck, softly scratching the skin under your nails whenever he kisses a particularly sensitive spot. On the other hand, Ajax let his hands travel across your chest and cup your breasts, he molds the flesh like a stress ball, tightening his grip and pulling at them like they were toys. The feeling of your bra coming into contact with your hardening nipples makes you whimper and moan while your body contorts in an attempt to meld deeper with the man on top of you.

Your movements are restricted and awkward as you were currently caged between the bed and him, but you do your best to communicate your growing neediness.

“A-Ajax, mhmm~!” You gasp, his teeth gnaw at a spot in your neck that has a shot of neediness reaching your privates in electrifying waves, “… more, I wan’ more…”

You can feel his lips curve into a smirk as he hears the desperation in your voice but he’s not better at concealing the very obvious way your words affected him; “My dove wants more? Hah—haha, a-aren’t you such a cute ‘nd needy little thing.”

You huff slightly at his teasing words but you can’t deny that the way he addressed you as “his” made you grow increasingly horny. He seems to hear your soft complaint and finally parts with your neck, which was now littered with hickies and love bites, to allow himself to gaze deeply into your eyes.

You could never deny that Ajax’s eyes were the prettiest shade of blue you’d ever seen, they resemble sapphires and noctilucous jade but with less shine. When you both were younger you’d spend hours gazing upon them, admiring the intensity they held. Now, however, you can’t say you aren’t slightly intimidated as he gazes at you like a predator. His hands leave your body and you’re immediately missing the warmth they provided you, in fact, you’re about to complain and ask him to touch you again when he suddenly cups your clothed pussy with his hand.

His hand is large, his fingers are long and the palm is in no way small, which meant most - if not all - of your cunt was now being held in one of his hands. His thumb is hovering over your clit and you gasp as you feel him tighten his hold and trace his fingers across your slit and up to your sensitive nub.

You squirm, letting your bottom grind against his hands, slowly building up your pleasure until you’re letting out soft moans and whines. Tartaglia decides to aid you as he himself works towards getting his member hard and oozing with release by moving his hand across your pussy and grinding on your thighs simultaneously. Your mind grows hot and dazed as you sense your pussy begin to drool, you could feel the way your juices leaked, the wet trail they’d leave and traveled across your your entrance, down your slit and across your thighs, soaking your underwear with release; you wondered if Ajax could feel your excitement too.

You could certainly feel him. His cock had long since been hard and leaking precum, you could make out through hazy eyes and desperate movements a wet patch on his boxers. It looked so big constrained against the fabric, you wanted to free his cock and feel it inside your hole, any of them, his balls seemed to hold unceremonious amounts of cum as the wetness kept growing more and more visible to you, you wondered if he’d be willing to come inside of you if you asked.

You both work together, trying to make the other as aroused as possible until someone snapped and began demanding the intercourse you both clearly wanted.

You don’t want to give in, not yet, but he’s begun to tease your slit with his fingertips and you’re growing aggravated from the empty feeling in your cunt. You feel yourself clenching onto nothing, your walls closing desperately trying to find anything to grip onto, you are growing desperate to feel something inside, be it his fingers, his tongue or his cock — you wanted him inside of you, now.

“Ha… hah~” You can feel his tongue hanging from his open mouth, drool escapes his parted lips and coats your breasts, you’re surprised he’s managed to keep himself up for so long, all the training he’d endured paying off and allowing him to mount your thighs and grind his length against your skin, his expression is one of extreme arousal that makes you tense and grow lust-drunk, “T-Tell me… d’ya wanna feel my cock in your pussy yet, darling?”

“…! M—mhk?!” You let out a high pitched whine as a particular stroke of his hands delves momentarily into your clothed hole, you can feel your cum slowly dirty your underwear.

“Look at you,” he chuckles, his movements growing erratic, his ginger hair seems darker and less vibrant against his reddened face, “your… your pussy is beggin’ for me!”

“Please…” Your voice is barely above a whisper, your body still rocks alongside his own as he uses your body to get off and bring you close to a mind-numbing release, your voice wavers as your whole being is shocked from the pleasure Ajax’s hand toying with your clothed cunt brings, your legs twitch and your body keeps contorting and folding.

“Hmm, please what? I need you to tell me,” he mumbles, his voice takes a deep, desperate and animalistic tone as he continues, he takes his fingers and starts to circle your clit with an unimaginable force, “What do you want, huh? If you want me to fuck y-you, you’ll need to use your big girl words. Say; “I want my husband’s cock inside of me”, come on, ask for y-your husband’s cock…!”

“A~Ajax…! Please-uh…” Your body begins to hurt, your very own genitals seem to be burning in fire as you desperately try to soothe the ache in your womb and clit. You begin to rut against his hands at an embarrassing, almost objectifying, pace, absolutely desperate to cum and lift the cloud of lust that seemed to haunt you from the moment Ajax laid your body on your mattress.

“That’s not who I am,” he mumbles into your skin, his teeth beginning to bite and mark the flesh of your breast, “I’m y-your husband now, right? So, ask for it properly… hah~ won’t you?”

“… want my h-husband’s cock, I… inside of me, please,” you whine between heavy breaths, “I… want to fuck my—hah… h-husband…”

The moan that leaves his lips is loud and primal, his whole body shudders as he hears your plea. He didn’t think he could get any harder and yet hearing your shaky voice ask for him sends a rush of blood through his body and straight to his dick.

“Ahaha… that’s right, isn’t it? I-I’m your husband now,” an unsettling grin starts to form on his face, one that, if you weren’t so desperate and vulnerable, would probably have sent a shiver down your spine; it was an expression that resembled his face after ending a powerful opponent, one that meant victory was his, that he’d won, it was the face many people would see before departing the realm of the living, one of pure, unhinged bliss that could only be understood by a man such as himself, “I’m your husband, your husband… a-ah! Ha-ah, that means… hah, that means it’s my duty to fuck you, to make you feel good, a good husband makes love to his spouse, right? S-so as your husband, I get to be inside of you… a-and make you cum lots. Yeah, I… I’m going to be the best husband, you’ll feel good too… So be a good wife and take all of my love, ‘kay?”

During his incoherent rambling, which you barely could understand, he works to rid you of your underwear with desperate movements. His hands pull at the fabric with enough force that they tear, allowing him to rip the fabric off your hips and discard it on the floor. The cool air in your room hits your lower end and makes you shiver, your body had been previously engulfed by Childe’s warmth, the feeling of his own heating body and rapid blood circulation had sheltered you from the freezing temperature outside of the sinful haven between your bodies. The difference in temperature and its effect on you seems to have been noticed by your partner, who looks around the room trying to find a solution.

You want to hurry him up, tell him you didn’t mind the cold, that you just wanted to feel him inside you for the first time, but before you know it he’s pulling something from behind; his white coat soon is back on his shoulders, lazily throw on, barely holding up as he quickly pulls his underwear off. He’s quick and precise, never wasting a moment as he adjusts himself on top of you once more, this time with his bare cock leaking on your stomach.

“I’ll heat you up… inside and out, hah…” He mumbles, adjusting the coat so it covers both of you, the long, heavy material immediately worked wonders as your body regained its warmth.

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you, you’re both trembling as he slowly lowers his pelvis to meet your own. You were right, he was big and he was long and thick, but he made sure to go slowly as he inserted two fingers to stretch you out in preparation.

Your slick facilitates the intrusion, there’s not much pain as he opens and closes his fingers, curling and extending them, as if trying to gauge how far you could stretch. His cheeks are a bright red, sweat runs through his forehead as he feels your body accommodate the feeling of his fingers. Ajax was big, always taller than most in your village, and his time in the Fatui had definitely contributed to his size – his shoulders were broad, his chest chiseled, and his fingers, the ones that slowly danced inside your pussy, were long and calloused. This was your first time feeling something other than your own hands and Ajax was making sure to show you all the places you could have never reached on your own.

You don’t even realize you’d begun panting, soft whines and moans had been leaving your lips forma while now, noises that only served to encourage Ajax further. But he had to stop, he needed you both to cum together as one. Your first time together had to be romantic like that, both of you climaxing together and coming undone at the same time.

There’s a feeling of emptiness and disappointment that follows the feeling of his fingers leaving your body, you’re about to complain when you see him bring his fingers to his lips to lap at the slick that had stuck to them. You’re mesmerized at the lewd image, gazing hopelessly at the way his face melted into one of pure pleasure as he tasted you. He makes sure to lick his fingers clean, his tongue lapping at the cum.

You catch his eyes and they soften, a lovestruck look taking over his features, you nod and open your legs wider than before; encouraging him to finally fuck you. He positions himself outside of your opening, making sure you grasp your legs and pull them as wide apart as he physically could without hurting you.

Even with the previous preparation, your breath is knocked out of your lungs as his tip slowly makes its way through your slit, past the muscles and finally inside your gummy walls.

He uses his arms to adjust his body, making sure to be as careful as possible as to not hurt you. This was your first time making love to each other, and he’d be damned if he were the one to cause you pain.

He gives you a second before pushing the rest in, he’s still slow, attempting to coax your body into adjusting to the feeling of being so full. His blue eyes are closed, his breath is heavy and you can feel the bed shake as he tries to control himself, you’re not faring much better, your head felt light as all your body could seemingly concentrate on was the feeling between your legs, your body was heating up and you could feel the warmth radiate off your skin.

You know he’s fully sheathed himself when you feel the soft “thud” of his balls hitting your ass, you’ve become hyper aware of the proximity and situation you’re in as his cock begins to throb inside of your pussy, his head comes to rest on the crook of your neck as you both adjust to the feeling of each other's body.

A moment passes, your walls that had previously been gripping Ajax like a lifeline slowly weaken, finally allowing both of you to relax and begin to experiment.

“I-I’ll start…” He mumbles, avoiding your gaze as if feeling shy, he begins to move around as if to grip the bed’s headboard, all while still inside you, his arms allowing him to cover your body from the world.

As you look up, you realize how he’s become all you see, his imposing frame and coat acting as a curtain blocking the outside from entering your view. Your heart feels heavy but you try and pay it no mind.

The movements are slow and clumsy at first, his cock never truly leaves your warmth fully, his tip always kept inside of your cunt - one way or another. The feeling is strange, you’re not used to the way his length would gaze at your walls or the feeling of the veins on his dick caressing spots inside of you that made you gasp and curl your toes. It’s new and it takes some adjusting before you begin to rock your own hips to meet his, suddenly it begins to feel good, really good in fact. There was something about the stretch, maybe it was the feeling of being so full, the way his cock curved and hit spongy spots in your pussy becomes addicting, or maybe it was the fat vein that decorated the underside of his cock, but it wasn’t long until you’re trying to entice a faster, tougher pace.

He takes his time teasing and easing you into the rhythm of sex, he wouldn’t tell you, but a part of him was scared that if he picked up his pace he wouldn’t be able to stop until you were leaking his cum - not to mention, he wasn’t sure he’d last long if he started to fuck you even faster. The feeling of your walls gripping him was divine, there are moments his thrusts grow unsteady and out of sync, as if his body was trying to take control and allow itself to set the animalistic pace he so desperately wanted, it’s these exact moments where his patience is tested, where he wants nothing more than to pick up your body and use it as a toy to fill with his semen.

“I wan’ more,'' you moan and he freezes as he feels your hips pathetically lift up to meet his heated thrust, your lower region coming up and rolling, rocking, and sloppily caressing his own pelvis in an attempt to suck him deeper into your sex, this was the first time you’d ever experienced such fullness and pleasure, your mind was numb and you’d forgotten all about previous sorrows, you truly wanted to feel more and more until all you could think of was Ajax’s cock and feeling good, “… wan’na feel my… my husband’s c-cock…?!”

At the title, the ginger truly can’t help the way his hips basically crash into yours, it was purely instinctual – just the sound of your calling him yours and acknowledging him as your husband, even if you’d only gotten engaged less than an hour ago, was enough to drive him mad with lust. He feels his head grow dizzy as thoughts of breeding you and claiming you as his take over. It’s as if a switch is turned on because from that moment onwards the atmosphere changed completely.

His previously considerate and soft strokes become harsh and rapid, you can feel your bed move rhythmically with his thrusts, your whole body jolts as he begins to fuck you with the sole goal of filling you so deeply your body was to be conditioned to respond lewdly to his mere presence. They’re deeper too as he now focused on feeling and claiming as much of your hole as possible, it’s impossible not to feel the way his cock imprinted itself deeply inside your body.

Your hands are desperate to grasp onto something, so you clutch at the sheets under you as tightly as possible, your body feels hot and heavy; your legs twitch and you're left gasping as Childe grabs your hips to adjust your position. You’re still lying down but your back arches itself to allow him easy access to your bottom, it’s surprising how easily he’s able to manhandle your body while never quite pulling out, always making sure to insert himself as quickly as he exited, never truly pulling out all of his dick.

The new position allows for him to hurry his pace, you’re soon moving like a rag doll with no control over your limbs. You’re left a moaning, whining mess as your brain struggles to process the waves of pleasure that bloomed from deep inside your pussy.

You feel your heart beating and you can almost hear the sound of your slick pouring out and lubricating your walls, making it increasingly easy to continue the Fatui’s pounding of your cunt. You’re not too sure if you’re even able to talk, the thought of forming a coherent sentence felt farfetched, all that leaves your lips are whines, sounds of pure pleasure and bliss that sound like an orchestra to Ajax.

He’s not doing much better, his vocabulary seems to have been reduced to declarations of ownership over you, boundless love, and immense pleasure. Your name soon becomes the only coherent sound leaving his lips as he lets his head fall back, his body almost working on autopilot as he allows his hips to ram inside you while his hands focus on teasing your nipples and forcing you to face his reddening face. His chest shines with sweat as he makes sure to fill the room with the sound of your skin meeting him and the growing wet mess between your merging bodies.

You’re both soon leaking arousal, Ajax’s cock starts to slowly redden and grow inside of you as he approaches orgasm, drops of precum start to form on the tip, and your torso starts to heat up as it feels heavier the better you feel; your cum is soon coating his dick white, a clear indicator he’d been inside your drooling cunt. You let go of the sheets and bring a hand to your clit, desperate to bring yourself closer to release.

“Ah-! Just like that,” Ajax exclaims, lurching forward as he feels your walls tighten around his cock, “tighten around me like that, fu–uck! I’m gonna cum, gonna cum in your pussy, gonna shoot my cum inside you… Haha–hah! You’re… you’re gonna be full with my cum, are you ready?”

You nod mindlessly, too busy playing with your clit and pressing kisses into Ajax’s skin. The feeling of being filled by your childhood sweetheart was intoxicating, it left you an overstimulated mess, moaning and whining as you gripped the man’s shoulders to bring him closer to you.

You couldn’t tell who came first, only that your final push was the feeling of Childe’s lips on yours. Maybe it’s the desperation you felt radiating off him as his tongue caressed your own, the way his hands tighten around your body as he begins unloading his cum begins seeping into your pussy and deep inside your body. You’re a shaking mess as you continue riding your orgasm on his dick, prolonging the pleasurable feeling by rocking your hips into his in an almost shy manner, it’s addicting and you’re left gasping and moaning for more. On the other hand, Ajax was trembling on top of you, his arms seemingly giving out as he collapsed into your body, allowing his head to rest beside your own on your pillows while his cock throbbed and painted your insides with his cum. He gives a few weak thrusts, as if making sure that his balls have been thoroughly emptied, before he looks over at your panting face.

You’re trying to catch your breath, desperately trying to calm your heart down into a stable rhythm, while your body twitches in a post-orgasm afterglow. You’re sweating, your eyes shut tight as you feel your pussy swell around Ajax’s dick, which was very much still inside you, and grow sensitive. Even in this state, where you’re too shaken to do anything other than breathe and try to relax your body, he thinks he’s never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

His hand, which trembled ever so slightly, travels to find yours and intertwine your fingers together. He subconsciously traces your ring-finger, trying to estimate your size, you’d accepted his proposal, going as far as acknowledging him as your husband, it was now his responsibility to find a suitable ring for you, one worthy of resting on your fingers.

He smiles, cuddling deep into your bare skin, pressing his softening cock deeper into you, which earns him a soft whine from you, essentially plugging his semen inside your pussy.

“… I love you, Ajax.” You mumble, eyes still closed shut, your voice drowsy and far away as exhaustion slowly catches up to you. Today had been hard on you, physically and mentally, you’d learnt more than you’d wished to have known, your relationship with those around you now forever changed; you’d agreed to marry your childhood friend in response to your parents’ betrayal, you’d given up your virginity to him and now laid in bed, struggling to know if you’d made the right decisions. An inner turmoil was growing inside you, a storm of emotions you were not ready to deal with, but right now, as you lay beneath the man who’d promised to save you, you decide to rest and let him take care of it, for now. Your breathing slows down, your body finally succumbing to sleep.

You’re too tired to hear the sound of the front door unlocking, your mother’s voice booming across the house as she calls out for you as she ushers your father and guests inside your family house. Ajax makes no move to leave your bed or even remove himself from inside of you, not even as he recognizes the distinct sound of footsteps that belonged to your parents moving around downstairs, grinnin softly as he hears your mother call out for you again, while your father talked to someone and merrily laughed, joking around, easing the tension of the first meeting between two people set up in an arranged marriage – where only one of them knew.

He can hear your parents talking, making an excuse at where you were, he can hear your mother climb up the stairs, he can hear her getting closer to your room.

What a lousy move, he thought to himself, to ambush you one day and try to dump the news on top of you like this, you didn’t even seem aware of guests coming over to your home at all, he frowned; he had expected more of uncle and auntie. Alas, he’d long since given up on them, he just hopes your mother doesn’t scream too loudly when she sees you two in bed together.

He’d hate for you to wake up to such an awful shriek.

There’s a knock on your door, Ajax smiles but makes no move to answer, and then another as your mother calls out your name. She sighs before threatening to open the door, Ajax has to stifle a giggle, pressing his lips into your shoulder to not let out any noise, too afraid to ruin the surprise for his soon to be mother-in-law, she hears no response, she clearly feels agitated and annoyed, he can hear it the way she knocks once more with a stern calling of your name.

There’s a second of silence before the door is swung open.

Ajax looks over to your mother, his coat covering both your naked forms enough that a semblance of modesty is kept but not enough that what happened between the two of you was misunderstood, it would be clear to anyone who could walk in, and he smiles, leaning his body into your own, further embracing you and pushing your sleeping face into his chest, he rolls over as a playful wave is sent her way, she stands frozen in place. Your bottom halves are still covered by the oversized coat, but the bruises and bites that litter your bodies are enough to paint a picture, his hand moves to caress your body, a smug smile takes over his features as he watches your mother try to come up with the right words to say.

“Hello, ma’am,” his tone is playful but the look on his face is one of pure venom, she looks beyond flustered but isn’t able to say a word; too shaken by the sight, the combination of her daughter and a man in bed together and the Harbinger’s insignia that seemed to shine with even the smallest movements from the ginger was enough to send her stumbling back, “it’s been a while, we have a lot to catch up on, huh?”

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[rene-darling]

WHEN- you store things inside your boobies

...very obviously fem reader lmao, you store things in the middle of your chest...

...lyney...xiao...itto...wanderer...

Lyney

You're showing lyney a card trick that learned.

But no matter how much he tries to figure out where you hid the card he just can't get it.

He never usually does this but he's just too curious!!

So he's been asking- no, begging for you to tell him how you did it and where you hid the card!

After much pleading and you repeating "a magician never reveals her secrets" you finally spill.

You tell him to watch carefully and he nods.

His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he burns red.

You reach down your shirt and pull out a card from in between your boobes

"I- you uh..ah.." he's stuttering, not sure what would be an appropriate response to this.

You just laugh "see, this is why I said you can't do this trick, your tits are too small darlin"

"h-hey- making you blush is my job! Not the other way around!"

he's used to making snarky remarks or dirty jokes he can't believe he fell for this!

Xiao

Xiao recently gifted you some adeptus beads

They were meant to ward away evil spirits and demons and keep you safe when he's not around

However, he's noticed that he can't seem to find you wearing them around your neck, so he decided to ask you about it

"y/n where are you keeping the beads I gave you? I didn't give them to you just for you to leave them somewhere to collect dust."

He huffed offended you wouldn't keep the charm on you.

You already insisted on not calling his name when in trouble so you should at least keep the beads on you!

You just looked at him amused telling him you had them on you but he insisted you showed them to him, so you did.

Pulling down the neckline of your shirt you reached your hand in to grab said beaded necklace.

His mouth dropped once you showed it to him and his face bloomed "i- y-you..you have no respect for the adepti!" he vanished after yelling that likely to hide his blushing face, and his boner

Itto

Recently you've hid one of ittos little purple bugs right before his little match with some kid

He's frantically searching for said bug, insisting that he has to take that one or he won't win! Not that he will either way

"y/nnnnn! Are you sure you haven't seen my little bugger! I really need it!" he's whining like a little baby!

Feeling bad for him you finally relent telling him you might have an idea of where his beetle could be

"REALLYYYY!!! You're the best babe-" you tell him to watch carefully as you pull your shirt down and from in-between your valleys crawled out the purple beetle you had hidden

His mouth dropped his eyes looked like they would pop out of their sockets (imagine gojo when he looked at megumi)

"not fair y/n! Why does the beetle get to stay there and not me!" he's thinking about it being unfair,

Then the next second he wants to see if the beetle would fit in between his tits,

Of course, they do. I mean have you seen his tits? He's very proud of that fact

Wanderer

Nahida recently sent the both of you on an expedition together

He acts like he's not happy but deep down he's happy to be traveling alone with his beloved

Recently you both stopped at a shop to buy something but he had forgotten his mora back at camp.

He looked towards you waiting for you to pay, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you when you looked at him amused and asked "you sure"

"just pay." well, he insisted, so why would you deny?

As soon as you reached down your shirt his mind short-circuited

You pulled out a mora pouch and handed some mora to the shop keeper like it was nothing and then again stuffed the pouch down your tits.

Grabbing the things you started walking away as wanderer stood there just blushing violently

Looking back you yelled "are you coming or not darling?" he snapped out of it following after you

"did you really have to do that in fucking public?" he huffed in embarrassment, walking back home with a boner is annoying

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[wolfiesmoon]

When you wear their clothes

genshin men x gn!reader

characters featured: xiao, neuvillette, wriothesley, zhongli and itto

i've been dreaming about genshin a lot lately idk this game has possesed me or smth so i feel like i'm required to write this? Also DAMN im rusty with genshin characters so i apologise profusely for any ooc-ness

(also wrio's is kinda suggestive!!)

XIAO is confused. Why on earth are you wearing his clothes? He isn't opposed to it specifically, but doesn't understand the appeal or the reason why you do it. "My clothes don't fit you properly. What's the point?" he asks, completely straight faced. You smile. "It reminds me of you when you're not with me!" He just scoffs and says he doesn't get your strange habits before moving on with his day. Somehow though, the image of you in his clothes won't leave his mind for the rest of the day. "Dammit..." he mumbles under his breath, barely audible when nobody's around. Don't bring up his pink cheeks in the evening when he comes back to see you, he will not elaborate.

Similarly, NEUVILLETTE is also confused. This must be another human thing that he isn't familiar with. What does wearing their lover's clothes mean to humans? "Oh, I just missed you... your clothes remind me of you, you know?" You explained when he questioned you on the matter. "Oh, I suppose that makes sense. Do you want more items related to myself for when I am absent?" He asks. While you do want to know what items he would bring you, you turn him down. "I like your shirts the most, because they smell like you and feel like your hugs." He doesn't know why exactly, but he has the urge to kiss you all of a sudden.

WRIOTHESLEY feels distracted when he sees you in his clothes from time to time. He gets busy a lot, so the moments he gets to spend with you feel extra special. But, what is he to do when you look so positively yummy in his shirt? "Hey, mind taking my shirt off? It's... sort of distracting." he admits, taking a sip of his tea. "But, wouldn't it be even more distracting if I took it off now?" you asked, feigning an innocent look. He almost spit out his tea. "I did not mean it like that...! Surely you're just teasing me." You just smiled mischeviously in response, taking a sip out of your own cup. "That's what I thought. I know that look."

ZHONGLI thinks you look odd in his clothes. Odd, but not bad by any means. You actually look quite endearing. "I'll make sure to commit this to memory." he says calmly, sitting down next to you on the bed. "You say that every time you're with me." you poke his shoulder gently, smiling up at him. "That's because everything about you is worth remembering, I suppose." Still, he thinks this specific memory is one he will treasure for a long, long time. "Oh my..." you felt heat rushing to your cheeks at his words, hugging his arm. Actually, he changed his mind, you're positively adorable in his clothes.

You're basically asking to get attacked with a flurry of kisses if you wear ITTO'S clothes in front of him. That's like, a show of affection! That you're totally his and no one else's! And that also means it's a cause for celebration! "Agh, Itto- Stop!" you try and fail to push his face away. "Hehehe..." he gives you a bright smile and places a big ol' kiss on your lips. "You should wear my clothes more often!!!" he felt proud of himself, puffing out his chest. "Ummm, whatever you say..." you're kind of worried that if you do that, your face will never escape his lips.

#˗ˏˋ ★ ♡ 「Wolfie’s other works」 ♡ ★ ˎˊ˗ #genshin impact x you #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #neuvillette x you #neuvillette x reader #neuvillete x reader #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #wriothesley x y/n #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #zhongli x y/n #arataki itto x reader #arataki itto x you #arataki itto x y/n #holy shit i should be asleep #i was resisting the urge to mention osmanthus wine on zhonglis part sorry im still not over dead memes

[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#28 SIMP!

Donna: What's your type?

Diluc*Not looking at her*My S.O

Donna: So what's your type then?

Diluc: My S.O

Donna: And what do they look like?

Diluc: They look like my S.O

Donna: So what would you rate me out of 10?~

Diluc: I can't do that

Donna: Cant rate me at all?

Diluc: Cant rate you at all

Donna: What would you rate your S.O out of 10?

Diluc*Looking at you with a lovestruck gaze* They broke my scale cuz they are so beautiful

Donna*See's what you're doing*...

You THE BEAUTIFUL S.o-

Calm energy bf + chaotic energy s.o...

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[lilisgardensblog]

~ Who knows what the future holds ? ~

Diluc x reader

theme : fluff and wholesome content

A nice ,cozy evening at Dawn Winery. You and Diluc prepared everything together for the perfect picnic.

And now the two of you relax on the fresh grass admiring the beautiful sunset in each other's arms, tired from a full day of running around doing commissions.

Sitting like this, in Diluc's protective embrace you can't help but think about the possibilities the future might hold.

"What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours, love?" your boyfriend's calm voice brings you back to reality .

"I was just thinking...about us...about our future ..."

The readhead says nothing, waiting for you to continue, allowing you time to arrange your thoughts.

"What do you think the future has prepared for us?" you continue, curious to know what he's thinking.

He hums in reply ,thinking about your question. After a short break, he says

"Well, I think worrying about the future always does more harm than good. We could grow apart or grow old together. Who knows what the future holds? Maybe one day we'll stay in this exact same place to say our vows or plan our honeymoon...Liyue, Inazuma, Sumeru, Fontaine, wherever you wish, my love. Or maybe we'll go and discover a whole new place and name it after our pet . But one thing is for certain, no matter what, from the moment we first glanced into each other's eyes, my future was not just mine...but it became ours. No matter what the future might bring,let it come, I know I will always have you by my side as you will always have me and we'll face everything together"

I smile as I lean forward in a promising, passionate kiss. A kiss to let him know that we'll always face together any hardship that shall come and I'll always have his side.

" I love you, Diluc"

" I love you too, darling"

We share one last gentle kiss before laying back down in each other's arms to admire the pink sky, grateful that I picked the best man to love.

#genshin imagines #genshin x you #diluc x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #diluc #diluc imagine #genshin y/n #wrote this at 3am

[that--fish]

『 Good morning, Darling~ 』

✧ Ayato x femreader

✧ fluff

°.✩┈┈∘*┈˃̶୨୧˂̶┈*∘┈┈✩.°

It was a spring morning. Cherry blossoms were in bloom. Its petals gently caressed my face as they floated along the wind. I could smell the lingering petrichor of last night as raindrops were dropping rhythmically on the rooftop of the Kamisato Estate that slowly drifted me off to sleep. I was walking down the stone path, visibly noticeable that it's generations old. I noticed the stream to the right of the path - as clear as a mirror. The lively, colourful fishes zooming through reminded me of my pet fishes in my childhood home from life before the Sakoku Decree. I stared into the mirror-like surface of the stream and was reminiscing the murky remains of my childhood. I look up from the water and see the elegant cherry blossoms of Chinju Forest. There was a majestic cherry blossom tree in the courtyard of my childhood home where I used to play hide-and-seek with my siblings. How I miss it so much... The head of the Kamisato clan and Yashiro Commision, Kamisato Ayato, had these wonderful cherry blossoms planted in Chinju Forest to celebrate the start of spring. He also planted the cherry blossoms to celebrate our wedding anniversary as he knew they were my absolute favourite. I can't help grinning at the thought of it.

As a slight breeze blee against my face, I saw a figure in the corner if my right eye. I turned and saw Ayato looking at me with his arms crossed. His silky, baby-blue hair tied in a low ponytail swayed along the gentle waltz of the breeze. His lavender-blue eyes smiled at me like a welcoming embrace. His smile, as soft as the falling sakura petals, his same day-to-day outfit : a white and purple top with a white pair of slacks always seem special to me. I smiled helplessly, admiring his features that captivated me years ago. The sunlight shone through the canopy of the trees, putting a spotlight on both of us. It felt as if time stood at a standstill. He extended his arms out at me. I ran excitedly towards him and wrapped my arms around him. The warmth made me feel very cozy and safe in his arms that I didn't want to let go. I glanced up at him, his gaze was as reassuring as the morning sun, cherry blossoms gliding gracefully overhead and the sound of the finches chirping amongst the branches. "Good morning, Darling~" he whispered into my ear. "Do you like the gift? Had it specially arranged for you."

"I love it! Thanks sooo much, Ayato!" I beamed. If I could throw endless fits of happiness to express it, I would.

"Hehe, glad you liked it" he replied as he planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

Even though Chinju Forest is infamous for ghost stories and youkai, I never felt its intimidating, eerie aura. It felt comforting to be there. The light that doesn't escape the canopy at night, the bright full moon, the stars that shone brighter than the glimmering beaches of Tatarasuna, the bioluminescent blue flowers of Chinju Forest that, for eternity, will remind me of my dearest Ayato, the chattery stream calming down from a long, busy day, the ever mischievous tanuki tricking travellers who enter theough the tori gate. It all feels like home to me. And since Ayato's here, there is absolutely nothing for me to worry about. I took out my Kamera and led him by the hand to under the cherry blossom tree. I set the Kamera to a 10 second timer on a big rock that was half my height. I hurried back to Ayato and hugged him, his left side facing the Kamera. I looked up at him and smiled as I tiptoed to give him a swift peck on the lips (I hope the Kamera captured that). His loving gaze and soft smile are no strangers to me. I welcome them with open arms. His arms managed to snake their way to my waist without me noticing and pulled me closer to him. I felt my face getting warmer by the minute. I got a bit flustered and looked to the Kamera as I heard the shutter sound. He cupped my face with his left hand making me look directly into his beautiful blue eyes that resembled a calm lavender field, as still as time. I went to see how the picture turned out. It made my heart flutter and twirl in circles. It describes my feelings more than what words could say. "The picture turned out good, framing this in our room when we get back" I chimed.

"Thoma prepared a lovely breakfast with your favourite foods as another little surprise from me. He wanted to tell you in person but you ran off into Chinju Forest just after you got up." he said.

"Mmm, is it omurice? Butter crab? Ah, is it tonkatsu ramen? Uhh, there are so many to list...which one?" I wondered.

"You will know when we get back~" he said with a grin. "We should hurry before the food gets cold"

The sweet, fresh fragrance of the cherry blossoms reminded me of a perfume that he bought for me for our first date. As we were walking up the path back to the Kamisato Estate, I could not help but notice the different kinds of wild flowers that were brighter than that of the fishes in the stream. The trees danced along the breeze, welcoming us home. I could imagine the invigorating smell of butter crab, omurice and tonkatsu ramen. Thoma cooks it really well! It reminds me of how my mother cooked them for me and my sibling when I was younger. Even the thought of it makes me hungry.

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[lucid404]

I want an au with Tighnari and forest ranger y/n where they both act as parents to Collei (but they're not together) and eventually when they're referred as Colleis parents they get together

#tighnari #genshin y/n #collei #genshin au #please someone write this fic #or tell me if it exists

[danijaci]

uhh,,, umm, ah, uhhh, huhhhh huhuhuhhh

I'm.. dying.....

I can't go on,,,, any ,, longer....

Mr Darcy as *cough* Diluc pls save,,, mwee

#art #fanart #my art #genshin impact #原神 #(y/n) #character x y/n #genshin x reader #diluc genshin impact #genshin diluc #pride and prejudice #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader