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[damianito]

Collective meow

#♡ #artists on tumblr #fanart #genshin impact #原神 #Lyney #Lynette #Freminet #This took me longer than expected #School really be making all be harder #anyway #hope y'all enjoying fontaine #im sure am. It's very fun. #My only complain would be that i cant take a otter to my teapot

[crystalflygeo]

How to Warm Up your Dragon ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: ngl this is MOSTLY VERY FLUFFY but it has a veeeery spicy part ehehehehe, praise kink, biting, bit of rough sex, creampie, dirty talk. Reader is technically Fontainian but you can ignore that tbh

notes: Y'ALL THIS HAS BEEN ON MY WIPS SINCE BEFORE FONTAINE IT'S BEEN SOSOSOSOSO LONG I started writing at the start of winter here, now it's summer lmao but hey at least it's winter in the northern hemisphere so... enjoy the snow and dragon man!! Also also... no one guessed what the gift was but Rin was the closest!

Your mother always used to say the way to a man's heart was with food.

you wonder if that applied to archons... er, dragons? adepti?

In any case...

Zhongli has always been a... particular eater. A very refined palate. It's not that he was hard to please, to tell the truth. But he always seemed to have an extra comment, something to add or change to a dish to make it ‘a little more special’.

But you'd quickly find out he had a soft spot for broths and soups, bamboo shoot soup being his particular favorite. Even when it took a lot of hard work and time to prepare, the way he did so was worth it, simply spectacular.

That's why you could almost cry with joy when he happily praised one of your favorite dishes. A fantastic soup d'oignon passed down on your family. Nothing to add, no extras or corrections, he'd enjoy it to its fullest talking about the creamy texture and unique flavor of the cheese so different from those found in Liyue.

So, today you decided to prepare it. Nothing better to warm up on this chilly season, and besides you'd just received a shipment of ingredients from your family.

The rhythm of a knife on a cutting board fills the air, along with a delicious smell. You finish slicing the onions into thin strips and add them to the pot at the stove, humming lightly while stirring. You really hope nothing would keep your dear Zhongli too busy today, so he could be just in time to enjoy this while still fresh and warm.

You turn off the other burner as the beef stock had already warmed up, and start washing some dishes while keeping an eye on the food. It is… rather amusing just how domestic this all feels. Not too long ago you were adventuring over Teyvat, facing off all sorts of crazy dangers, exploring, and never stopping in one place and now… now this feels like home.

And that is without taking into account who your fiancé even is. The former Geo Archon. You shake your head with a light chuckle. It’s still so weird to think of such an imposing figure from legends to be so… him.

You dry your hands and start to pour the broth on the now-golden onions, stirring.

Zhongli is sweet, caring, attentive, wise, with just the right words at the right time. Admittedly a bit airheaded at times, funny when he wants to be. A refined gentleman through and through unlike anyone you’d ever met.

And he loves you.

And you’re engaged.

Warmth rises up to your cheeks along with a small smile as you lower the heat and start grating the cheese.

You heard sounds at the front door and then steps. Oh, early today. Zhongli walks up to you with a smile, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek, his hands resting at your waist as he leans in from over your shoulder. “Welcome home, Li.”

“Thank you” He replies in that deep suave voice. “That smells good my love, would you like some help finishing?”

You shake your head a little. “Please, there’s no need, you just got home. Go take a bath and unwind a little, I’ll finish here and we’ll eat.”

Zhongli looks as if he’s about to say something but simply nods. “Hmm, alright then.” He pulls you a little closer in his embrace, as if he’d missed your contact, your scent. Zhongli inhales deeply, tension seeping off of his body and he gives a soft kiss at your shoulder before almost regretfully pulling away. You chuckle a little and stir the pan.

How domestic and loving indeed.

…

Later when the food is ready and served, he returns to the small kitchen dressed in much more casual and comfier robes. Your eyes linger a little on the small expanse of exposed skin at his neck and chest and then stop at the way his long hair is tied up in a bun.

“Not washing your hair today?” You ask casually, taking your seat.

 “I… Perhaps I have gotten rather used you doing it. I simply didn’t feel like it.”

You can’t help the short laugh that escapes you, even as you try to cover it a little. “Is this your way of saying you wanted me to bathe with you?”

His golden eyes twinkle. “I would certainly enjoy indulging in that more often.”

Your cheeks flush and you avert your eyes.

He takes a spoonful of soup and hums, closing his eyes to appreciate the flavors. “The finest ingredients cooked with true expertise. Simply divine, my love, thank you.”

“Flatterer.” You say, a little embarrassed but he can see right thought it, your little grin, the little shift in your posture.

“I am simply stating the truth.” He replies and continues eating. You can see his shoulders relax and the small satisfied smile at the warm food, it makes you a little giddy as you start eating as well.

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bundling up during winter was obvious, right?

Putting on layers and layers of clothes. And true, perhaps Liyue didn't get as cold as other nations such as Fontaine, Mondstadt or of course Snezhnaya, but maybe it was exactly for that reason the temperature drop seemed to affect everyone all the more. Besides, the people would take any excuse to show off their fancy coats, scarves and other cold-climate outfits.

Zhongli naturally wore many layers, and he did mention once or twice he wasn't as affected by the cold. Yet, his business partner had gifted him a thick snezhnayan cloak.

The thing was entirely ridiculous, too bulky with a fluffy overtop, the colors dark and cool not matching Zhongli at all.

And yet he'd used it! (Only twice... but still)

You were not jealous, not at all.

You just wanted to... give him something he'd also enjoy and wear around, yes. Something personal, something he’d like and look at and remember you.

But what?

Ugh, it’s not like you were really well versed in sewing. Back at home you’d even had some machinery for that, but here in Liyue… you wracked your brain thinking what could you give him. He had quite a few elegant outfits, fitting him perfectly and enhancing all his attributes, all personally tailored by one of his late Yaksha so they held immense sentimental value as well… how could you compete with that?!

Right, right, it was not a competition. You sigh. Zhongli will probably be happy with anything you give him, but still…

An idea pops into your head and you can’t help but chuckle. Oh, it’s so silly… but maybe…

Simple enough, personal, something he’d use during the cold season only around you. Could work, you decided as you pick up your things to go visit the textile shop.

If nothing else, it could at least get a good chuckle out of Zhongli, right?

And so, for a few days you work on your little project. Turns out sewing was indeed a little harder than expected but you were trying your best. The kind lady who’d sold you some excellent wool had also given you some tips and they proved to be most useful indeed!

Regrettably you didn’t exactly have the right measurements so you more or less eyeballed them. Eh. It’ll be fine…

Zhongli almost came close to finding out too, though you were inconspicuous enough. You’re sure he suspects something.

“It will all be worth it, it will all be worth it…” You mumble to yourself with a frown as you finish trimming one of the stitches. Your fingers hurt.

…

“Li! I have something for you!” You exclaim happily, hands behind your back holding the wrapped-up item you had worked so hard on. An excited glow on your smile and bright eyes.

“Oh? Am I going to finally see what you’ve been guarding to secrecy this past week?” He replies coolly with a knowing smile, amusement dancing on his tone as he places his teacup down.

Nothing escapes him.

“Yes” You present him the gift, your hands then fidget nervously, having nothing else to do now. “I hope you like it! It’s… my first time doing something like this… i-it may not be that good, it’s kind of silly but-”

“Darling please do not fret, I would love anything you give me.”

Your shoulders relax.

Zhongli unwraps the paper and finds a rich dark brown fabric staring back at him, he picks the item and opens it, trying to gauge its shape, thick wool, a little rough around the edges but you did mention it was your first try and he is honored enough you’d make such effort for him.

However…

What is it exactly?

He turns the item around trying not to show too much confusion on his face as to insult you or make you feel bad, it looks like… a severely oversized legwarmer?

“It’s…” You start, feeling a little shy and silly once more. “…for your tail.”

Recognition shines in his eyes and he blinks at the item. 

“You- I know you like to let loose a little around the house and let your illuminated beast features show, I love you tail too but I know… the scales get cold easily a-and usually we just bundle up with a blanket but I thought-”

“I love it.”

You stop running your mouth as soon as he utters those words, Zhongli looks at you with a gentle calm and your heart could melt at the sincerity in his expression. “No one had ever made something like this for me.”

He stands and unfurls the item, then, in a flash of gold his dragon tail manifests, majestic as ever and swaying lazily, the tuft of fur at the end flickering with each move. He maneuvers a little to slip the ‘tailwarmer’ on and though it sags a little, much to your relief it at least fits nicely. There is a yellow diamond pattern near the base that you’d started working on but deemed too difficult for a first try. It was a cute little detail though, maybe next time.

“Warm and cozy.” He chuckles and you beam at him, before letting out a squeak as said dragon tail curls around you, pressing your forward against his chest.

“Thank you, my love.” He cups your face and kisses your forehead.

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The air is hot and heavy as soft moans and grunts fill the room.

Well, this was certainly a way to warm up… and get some good cardio.

You pant and squirm on the plush surface of a heavenly mattress as the familiar weight of the ex-archon descends upon you. His arms going from a golden orange hue to a deep charcoal, lines of gold thrumming across his skin, glowing softly in periodic pulses up strong muscular arms. Golden horns rise from soft brown hair curled at the tips, two on each side like a crown, while a powerful scaly tail wraps around your calf holding your leg up, spread.

This is Rex Lapis. Morax. Any other number of names he had. This is the Geo Archon.

“Zhongliii!” You whine, his hands caressing your body, claws teasing along your skin, pinching a nipple, fangs grazing your collarbone and a long serpentine tongue licking a hot stripe across your neck.

The head of his cock teases at your entrance, already rock hard and burning like a brand, your hips canting for more. For him to finally fill you, to feel his thick overwhelming girth stretch you, breed you… you want to be filled so full it overflows, so that it dribbles down your thighs and ass in thick, slick rivulets of his love.

“Patience my love.”

You whimper and jerk at that, about to cry out for him again when he rolls his hips and sinks in your warm hole. Your breath catches in your throat as your head throws back on the soft feather pillows.

He pushes into you inch by inch, carving a space for himself with a soft rumbling groan. His lips seek yours as his hands slide to your hips and press hard enough to bruise. His kiss devouring, all-consuming with need as he bottoms inside you, hips pressed flush.

Gods you feel so full, stretched and filled every inch and then some, and he doesn’t allow you a moment to pause and adjust either. A beast of a man in the best of ways, he withdraws halfway, only to slam forward in a fluid firm thrust.

“Mng-! Ah!”

“Mine. All mine. S-so warm and thigh- nghh…”

His pace starts slow, his voice alone enough to drive you crazy with how deep, carnal, animalistic it is against your neck. Sharp canines teasing the elegant column of your throat as he moves.

“Oh! so good… Li… f-faster… faster ple-ahhn!” Your voice pitches high as you babble, pleasure coiling on your gut.    

“As- you desire…” Strained words still sounding like the very embodiment of sex, his voice so sinfully deep, so erotic it washes over you like liquid silk, like molten gold, only heightening the sensations of his quickening pace. In and out, in and out, skin slapping on skin. “You’re… you’re so perfect for me-”

You take him so well, your legs spread wide, your back arched, your insides molded to his length, enveloping him in the most mind-blowing of heats. The bed creaking as Zhongli delivers another powerful thrust, hitting a sweet spot deep within you and making you elicit a sharp keening sob of a moan. Your hands scrambling from the sheets to seek purchase at his back, curled up under his arms to scratch viciously trying to hold onto something, anything as he drives into you thrust after thrust after thrust-    

“I’m- I’m gon-ahnn! Z-Zhongli… ooohh!”

Fuck you are close. So, so close…

He nips at the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. “Almost there… little one.” He huffs between strained grunts and you whimper at the pet name. Golden claws sink on the bedsheets, gripping thigh for leverage as he moves faster, frantic, hips like pistons he fucks into you like a wild animal, the bed rocking, shaking with each thrust. “C-close…”

You mewl and moan, unable to form coherent thoughts anymore but just feel the hot burning pleasure, his warm puffs of breath on your skin, your sweating bodies dampening the sheets and you desperately want to feel his warm seed inside you, filled to the brim with his creamy cum.

“Pleasepleaseplease i-in! In-s-ahh!” You come with a sharp cry, vision blurring, muscles clenching, your insides squeezing around him, milking him for all he’s worth.

It was enough, the tipping point for the dragon, his thrusts shallowing out until he ruts as deep as he can and shoots his load inside you with a guttural groan. Thick spurts pumping inside you before it pools out around his own cock, leaking from your body until there’s nothing left to give.  

Everything is hot… so hot… the air heavy and musky with the scent of sex…

…

Zhongli slumps softly atop your body after what feels like ana eternity, his cock still comfortably nestled within your slick walls, cushioned by fluttering muscles. You lay beneath him, sweaty and shivering, breathless, chest raising and falling rapidly in small gasps as you struggle to catch your breath but oh, how you took his away…

 Beautiful, truly… your half-lidded eyes glazed over, barely able to open admits your exhaustion, but still able to whimper soft little moans as he trails fluttering reverent kisses along your neck and collarbone. Soft, chaste, loving and tender touches.

“Ahhn… mmm…” He chuckles softly at the endearing sounds you make as he eases out of you, the subtle friction enough to sent fire to your nerves, followed by a strange emptiness that mellows down to buzzing contentment.

He lies to the side and pulls you close towards his chest, his tail finally letting your now sore leg rest, uncoiling from it to curl around you both, you settle there with a sigh, eyes sliding shut. “So good for me.” Zhongli gently brushes some hair away from your face and places a kiss at the crown of your head, resting his chin there. “Rest now, dear.”

“Mn.”

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You smile as Zhongli places the two steaming teacups on the table before scooting over and welcoming him with the blanket surrounding you. He settles on the couch with you cuddling close and passing the book on your hands to him. Your fingers brush and he sets the book on his lap before taking your hands on his, cradling them close to his face before blowing a warm breath on them. You blush and let out a little airy laugh.

“What is this? Dragon breath to keep me warm?”

He hums against your skin, piercing golden eyes staring up at you. “No, just my love for you.” He kisses your knuckles and fingers.

“You…” You mumble, averting your gaze.

He chuckles and kisses your wrist then before leaning in close and kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, anywhere he can reach.

“Ngah, wait you affectionate big lizard!” You squirm and he laughs fully now.

“Just seeking my adorable fiancée’s warmth” He nuzzles onto your neck, kissing there too and making you yelp. “Gorgeous.”

“A-Am not!”

“So precious when you get all shy and flustered.” He gets your jaw this time when you move, so close to your lips.

“Stop! You menace…” You pout and this time you cup his face, staring for a moment at his handsome features, your thumb brushing close to one of the red markings under his eyes.

This man. This dragon. This god.

Oh, how you love him. He warms up your heart.

“Here, I’ll warm you up proper…” You whisper softly, pulling him close and tilting your head to slot your lips together.

Just as you warm up his.

#crys writes #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #fem!reader #I am so happy this is done eeeeeeeee <3 #alt title: warm him up with food with clothes with your body and with your love #dcfgscvgabcjah I love him sm

[slippinninque]

how would Fontaine react to his girl’s’ pregnancy glow?

(So sorry this took so long, anon! I hope you like it!🥹💕)

Fontaine would be in awe, honestly. He'd wonder how it was possible for you to become even more gorgeous--but there you were. Being fine as hell as you hop-pulled into your jeans.

He would even swear that you smell different, too. Fontaine couldn't explain the smell, but expect to be cuddled close and enjoyed.

He would absolutely show you off. From his boys to strangers at the general store, Fontaine would walk with you and feel as if he won life's lottery.

When someone sees you and coo over your belly, Fontaine can be spotted grinning in 'yeah, that was me'.

Actually, fully expect to catch this man staring admiring you. Fontaine would embody "a moth to a flame" as he was even more helplessly drawn to you.

People often assume that he in wouldn't know shit, but he's thorough. Remembers every appointment and follow-up, he'd have his own questions ready to be asked alongside of your own. Yes, he reads the baby books.

Personally, he loved being asked about the pregnancy. "She's 'bout ___ weeks now. Little is hidin' in there, so we don't know just yet but my baby been eating a lot of spicy shit... y'all got them spicy pickles?"

Expect being given flowers and foot rubs. Even if you tell Fontaine nothing even aches yet, he insists that getting a head start wouldn't hurt.

You joke that the baby didn't even have all their toes yet but was already spoiled rotten.

When you two walk through the Glen, hand in hand, it's like seeing two suns walking. You wore your smile like a halo and Fontaine's grin was all golden rays.

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It's when you began to show, the roundness of your belly becoming more pronounced.

One evening, you were standing at the stove with one hand absentmindedly smoothing over your bump as you considered the chocolate-to-milk ratio for your hot chocolate.

Fontaine took in the new shape of you from where he sat at the small table across the room. He drank in your profile, your sweet face as plump and bewitching as the rest of you.

In the low light of the stove's over head light, Fontaine saw you as his entire world.

He knew you were scared. You were worried that you wouldn't be a good enough mother, or worse--you'll become like your own mother.

Fontaine was scared, too. He worried that the life would catch up to him, his darkness spreading to cover the growing stars of his life.

In this moment of seeing you and how you were braving this next chapter with him, he was resolute. He wouldn't let that happen.

Fontaine would do anything to ensure that you kept your brightness. Anything to keep the family you're giving him safe.

Unable to be away from you anymore, Fontaine rose and joined you at the stove. You aimed a meek little smile at him, somehow still unsure of your absolute beauty.

It didn't matter. He would remind you every moment, of every day if he had to. Fontaine kissed your lips, the tip of your nose, and beneath each eye. When you reached for him, he met your embrace and his eyes slipped close in bliss.

The two of you swayed together and soon he felt himself begin to glow as well.

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[toko-tuesday]

Our Final Hour (Lyney x Male Reader)

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Why would she say that? 

And with such a smug look on her face. 

Right here? 

Right now?

This can't be fair. 

This can't be the justice that Fontaine's Archon seeks. 

"Tell me. Aren't you and Lynette actually from the House of the Hearth?" Furina's incriminating question rings in your ears. 

"No…" you mumble, feeling your heart sink. 

"It was so close to being over… why would she…?"

You begin to feel light headed. 

The trial felt like it had been dragging on for eons. Everything that led up to it had happened in the blink of an eye. Everyone was captivated by the twins' magic show, but now the same opera house that was hosting wonder was now the scene of an onstage murder. And, unfortunately, Lyney was the primary suspect. You and Lyney had been friends for years, and you knew without an ounce of doubt that he didn't commit this crime. But alas, the man you had grown to love was now in danger of facing a prison sentence… or even worse: the death penalty. 

Luckily, the Traveler and Paimon were there to act as the twins' attorneys, while you anxiously and silently supported them from the audience. Things seemed to be going the right way. The citizens were beginning to see the inconsistencies in Furina's testament. It was almost over. 

Almost. 

So close.

But Fontaine's beloved Archon was never one to accept defeat so easily. Her love for dramatics is probably what pushed to unveil the unspoken truth about the twins. You feel your heart begin to shatter in your chest as you hear the people of the court begin to murmur critically among themselves. 

Your ears ring and it becomes hard to breathe as the accusations continue. You lift your head up to where the twins, Paimon, and the Traveller are standing. Words are being spoken, but you can't hear them. Your gaze turns to Furina, who looks ever so proud of herself. The clanking sound of the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinal brings you back to reality as you watch it tilt towards the Hydro Archon. 

Suddenly, the Traveler's voice rang through the room. 

"I request a brief adjournment. There are things that must be discussed," the blonde says, their floating travel companion nodding in agreement beside them. 

"Please, please, please…" you pray repeatedly amidst the whispers of how the Traveler's request is unnecessary. 

Like an answer from Celestia above, Chief Justice Neuvillette deems the request reasonable. 

"This trial will reconvene in one hour," Neuvillette says, causing the court to shout in disagreement with his choice. 

It takes everything in you to not jump up and cheer as waves of relief crash into you. An hour. That should be more than enough time to clear things up right? Lyney will be proven innocent in no time! Hopefully… 

After Furina chastises them one last time, you see the Traveler, Paimon, and the twins go toward the back of the opera house. You quickly pick up your travel bag from the floor and formulate a plan to get to them without being sent away by the Gardes. Fortunately for you, it actually wasn't too difficult. 

"The Garde is either extremely incompetent or one of them is definitely in on the incident…" you think to yourself as you make your way backstage. 

You lean against the closed double doors and listen to the voices coming from behind it. You hear Lyney and Lynette apologize to the Traveler and Paimon for things they shouldn't have to. Even Paimon is being merciless towards the two. 

"We trusted you two under the assumption that you weren't bad guys!" Paimon squeals. 

Bad? Lyney? You had years worth of evidence that those words don't even belong in the same sentence together. 

"How dare they…" you think to yourself as you feel anger begin to stir inside your chest.

How could the person being so accusatory towards the twins be the same fair and legendary traveler that you've been hearing tales about? How could they so quickly forget how willingly Lyney rescued them from Furina's attempt at imprisoning them mere days ago? Maybe their pedestal was built on nothing but bias and fairytales. 

You continue to listen to the conversation behind the door. Lyney and Lynette explain their true goals and intentions, but the Traveler and Paimon only respond to them with remarks of suspicion. At this point, you're burning with anger. It's taking all of your willpower to not summon your weapon, barge into the room, and show that fucking hypocrite of a traveler and their annoying floating companion that maybe the Fatui aren't the only people they should be weary of. 

During your moment to attempt to regain self control, you end up missing most of the conversation. What brings you back to reality is hearing the Traveler reluctantly agree to continue trying to find the truth behind the case. 

"How about you apologize for being cruel for no fucking reason?" you mumble, dissatisfied with the "hero's" attitude towards your friends. 

You hear footsteps approach the door as the twins once again apologize and thank the Traveler and Paimon. You move from your position against the door and press your back against the wall beside it. The double doors swing open as the Traveler and Paimon walk out with a "huff". You glare daggers into both of their backs as they walk away, hoping they can sense your wrath. Shortly after, Lynette timidly walks out. A shaky sigh escapes her lips as she turns back to the room. 

"Are you coming, Lyney?" she nervously asks her brother who hasn't moved. 

"Ah, in a moment, Lynette," he replies with a hint of hurt in his voice. "I just… need a moment to collect myself. I'll be with you guys shortly."

Lynette gives him an affirming nod before exiting the scene. 

Just as you begin to step away from the wall, you hear Lyney's voice again. 

"You don't have to hide, my dear friend," he says, causing you to stop in your tracks. How in the hell did he know you were there? 

"Please… come sit with me. I could really use a kind face right about now."

You can tell that he's fighting tears as he speaks to you. 

You enter the room and quietly close the doors behind you. Your turn to see Lyney sitting down on a loveseat, resting elbows on the table in front of him as his chin sits in his palms. Lyney sighs as you sit beside him. 

"I'm guessing you heard everything…" he says, staring at the wall in front of him. You let out a soft hum as you dig through your bag and eventually pull out a bulle fruit. “I very much heard the Traveler and Paimon being complete assholes to you, if that’s what you’re asking,” you say as you begin to peel the fruit. Lyney lets out a soft chuckle at your comment. “Though their words stung, they have the right to feel the way they do,” he replies, sighing as his gaze moves down to his feet.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you give Lyney a piece of the fruit.

“Well, if you ask me, Lyney, it’s very hypocritical. How can they be buddy-buddy with Childe, of all people, but then have issues with you and Lynette? It doesn’t make sense,” you say as Lyney takes the fruit wedge you’re offering.

“I understand where you’re coming from, but I choose to have no qualms with the Traveler. Despite everything, they’re still going to try to help with the trial,” Lyney says, popping the fruit into his mouth.

You cross your arms and let out a heavy sigh as the magician eats.

“But is it because they want to, or because they have a reputation to protect?” you ask, arching an eyebrow.

Lyney’s face turns to stone at your question. His eyes flicker over to you then back to his feet. You sigh again. “Despite everything, I still think it’s admirable of you to give them the benefit of the doubt after how cruel they’ve been to you. Do I think they deserve it? No. But, it’s very in character of you to do so. You’ve always been so… selfless.”

Lyney’s cheeks begin to turn red at your praise.

“In all honesty, I’m thankful for the Traveler. Maybe I shouldn’t be, but I am. I’m hoping that with their help, I’ll be proven innocent,” Lyney says.

A small smile appears on his lips, but it quickly fades back into a frown. “But…” he continues, “I can’t help but wonder what will happen if things don’t end in my favor.”

You silently eat another piece of bulle fruit while Lyney speaks.

“Of course, no matter the verdict, there will be people who doubt me as both a magician and person…”

He’s now sitting back in the loveseat with his arms and legs crossed. His gaze is fixed on the ceiling.

“On the other hand, facing a prison sentence would not only ruin my reputation, it would be awful for Lynette and Freminet too…”

Without realizing, Lyney’s eyes lock onto you. He seems to want to say something to you, but the words are practically stuck in his throat.

“What are you thinking?” you ask, meeting the magician’s violet eyes. “It’s just…” Lyney begins, his voice barely above a whisper, “I would also hate for you to be known as the guy who’s best friend is a criminal…”

Tears begin to form in Lyney’s eyes as he continues to speak.

“If the people of Fontaine aren’t convinced I’m innocent in the end, I could be facing worse than prison. I could be facing death.”

“Hey, don’t think like that-” you start to say, but Lyney cuts you off.

“But it’s true!” he shouts, causing your eyes to widen, “I could be put to death because of this!”

His elbows are now resting on his knees as he frantically grasps at his ash blonde hair. His breathing becomes shaky as the tears he’s been fighting race down his cheeks.

“I can’t die here! I can’t leave them behind!” he yells between sobs.

“Lynette… Freminet… they still need me!”

You place your palm on his trembling back and rub small circles into it.

“Hey, shh, shh. It’s going to be okay…” you say, trying to help calm him down.

Your heart breaks as he turns his tearstained face to you.

“And you…” he says, his voice broken from both yelling and crying so hard, “Archons above, I… I have so much to tell you.”

Before either of you can think, Lyney’s lips are crashing into yours. He firmly grasps the front of your shirt, pulling you as close as he possibly can. Your heart is racing as you melt into Lyney’s touch, placing your hands onto his shoulders to deepen the kiss.

After what feels like forever and no time at all, Lyney pulls away, cupping your cheek with his hand.

“For years I’ve been trying my hardest to impress the boy next door, and now he’s here, during what could be my final hour.”

He then gently intertwines his shaky hands with yours, his thumb grazing the back of your hand.

“I… have something to request of you. And it may be a little selfish.”

Your heart feels like it’s going to leap out of your chest as Lyney’s grip on your hands becomes firm.

“Please, if this ends well, let me be the one who gets to hold your hand while walking through the streets of Fontaine, just like this. I want to be the shoulder you cry on, just like you’ve been for me for all these years, and even right now. Please, let me be yours until the end of time, because I’ve come to realize that imprisonment is so much better than freedom without you.”

Before you know it, tears are streaming down your face.

“Yes,” is all you manage to say before pulling Lyney in for another kiss.

This time, there’s no surprise. The kiss is much more heartfelt this time, now that long overdue confession has finally been said.

Eventually, you both pull away, resting your foreheads against each other’s.

“I have something I wish to entrust to you,” Lyney says, his voice barely audible.

He takes off his hat and reaches into it. You gasp at what appears in his hand.

“Lyney, is that… your Vision?”

Lyney slides his Pyro Vision into your hands, gently closing your fingers around it.

“Consider this my first or final promise to you. If I get through this, meet me by the Fountain of Lucin and please return my vision to me. If the latter happens… please keep this as a way to remember the magician who’s been silently in love with you for years.”

You nod at Lyney’s request, lifting his hand to your lips to give it a soft kiss. Lyney kisses your forehead in return as he stands.

“Our hour is up, my dear,” he says as he looks towards the doors, “but I promise we will meet again. Even if it’s in the next life.”

Lyney makes his way towards the exit.

“Wait, Lyney!” you call, making him look over his shoulder to you.

“How did you get your Vision back? I thought your assistant had it.”

A small playful smile appears upon Lyney’s lips upon hearing your question. “A good magician never shares their secrets,” he says as leaves the room.

But the fact that he was in love with you is a secret he was praying he could yell from the rooftops if he made it out of this trial with his life.

#lyney #lyney x reader #lyney one shot #genshin impact oneshots #genshin impact #genshin x reader #writing commissions #accepting commissions

[aeroplaneblues]

Cold Lady, Desert Wolf ❄🐾

They would have one thing in common and that's Razor. So Here is my theory bc im dying on this hill idc hyv

After the Weinlesefest event we get crumbs of everyone's deadbeat parents, Varka is to Razor and Rosaria a father figure and he knew Razor's parents who were adventures from Mondstadt.

How does Cyno fit here? weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell I don't think they are bio related but since Cyno doesn't have any voicelines about his family lets assume its the same case as Rosaria, since Razor's parents are adventurers they probably went to Sumeru and met Cyno before Razor was born. Sounds like a stretch i know~

But listen Cyno and Razor's constellations are similar, and both have "spirit possession" as their kit. The other theory, that will make them brothers in canon, is if those spirits ARE the brothers. Its just kinda sus we get this even just as Cyno gets released, and it wasn't during Nilou's run as I thought they'd do but right after we met Cyno.

The issue here is that we have almost to nothing about this, and won't have more about Razor (i assume) until Varka gets back to Mondstadt whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiich I think will happen when we go to Fontaine which is through Mondstadt. Unless we get something from Cyno, eh we'll have to wait a long time🤷‍♀️

Ok so for now I'll treat this as an AU, I absolutely love it, Razor was one of my first units and Cyno is one of the newest so I'm happy to play with both and I hope y'all enjoy my silly AUs haha thanks for reading✨

#genshin impact #razor gi #rosaria gi #cyno gi #cyno is razor's bro au #need a better name #idraw #bless you if you read all my rambles #cyno is called desert dwarf which is so mean #leave my short king alone😂 #cyno's en va rt this and my twit name was 'cymping' #its fine

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

HAPPY NEW YEARS! (For EST anyway)

It is now 2024! God almighty, 2023 felt like it was a blur, but that was probably because I was working a good majority of it.

This is now the third year Genshingorls has been around (I think? Three sounds right.), and though I've been absent here and there, I'm still kicking thanks to y'all!

For those who have been here from the beginning, thanks for sticking by so long! And for those who have just joined, welcome aboard, I hope you enjoy memes.

Thank you all for your patience, continued asks, and being a fun bunch that indulges my weird ass tangents/writing projects. And also many thanks to the other cool writing blogs, I know I don't interact with many others, but ya'll know who you are!

The first quarter of the year will admittedly be very busy, but hopefully I can get into the swing of writing and continue my projects/give ya'll the content you deserve, and on that note, expect Fontaine characters to join very soon!

Here's to a good year, everyone!

- Chris

#not an ask #follower appreciation

[diot05]

Ok so i've seen a lotta people argue about whether or not Furina is the Hydro Archon, but what if (and bear with me here) she is ONE Hydro Archon. Like one of the currently standing Lords of Hydro.

Alright hear me out, Arlecchino mentions how Furina is under some kind of a curse, girl doesn't even have a gnosis, her playable self wields a vision and it doesn't seem to be a disguise like the tone deaf bard or geo daddy, so how does anyone believe she's a god?! Well below will be what i think is the power dynamic of the 4 (3.5 actually since one is a machine)

Furina. She is the one most would think of when 'Hydro Archon' pops up in their head, she holds the TITLE of Lord of Hydro, as well as the physical form since she shares the most physical traits with the other Archons (glowing hair and the like), and is thus responsible for representing Fontaine (people call her a mascot for a reason y'all).

Neuvillette. He holds the responsibilities of the Archon, as well as some of the power through being a Sovereign Dragon, that is what originally powered the gnoses after all, and being the only sovereign we've met so far that has been born in a human form AND was given a chance to live in his element's nation peacefully, of course he'd display his mastery over his element more obviously.

Egeria. Despite dying 500 years ago during the cataclysm, her spirit is still around in Teyvat thanks to Rukkhadevata, in fact she's the one responsible for launching that obvious giant green energy blast towards the sky, fighting The Abyss to this day (maybe that's where Neuvillette got it from), so she holds the majority of the Archons power, thus why Furina is so weak and vulnerable compared to the other Archons, 'her' power is still mostly held by her predecessor even after death.

The Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale. It would probably hold the Hydro Gnosis, similarly to how the Dendro Gnosis powered the Akasha Terminals prior to them being deactivated by Nahida, this is the point i'm shakiest on, but my reasoning is that we know very little about Indemnitium, we do know it is produced by the Oratrice but it's not stated to be what POWERS it, it is merely a byproduct of it's decisions in a trial, and if Lyney is right to suspect it ties back to the crisis, along with the strange voice he heard while investigating it, it would make sense the Oratrice is powered by the gnosis and that was Egeria (or Sandrone but that's another crackhead theory, Sandrone mention tho yippee).

With all that said i hope you all enjoyed this silly theory i came up with while rambling to a friend, please don't take it too seriously but if you have anything to add or anything that breaks this theory please let me know! This is very different from my usual shitposts here on Tumblr so i might make more theories in the future, who knows, anyway, byee!

#fontaine #genshin story quest #genshin impact #genshin #genshin theory #genshin thoughts #genshin impact theory #fontaine theory #oratrice #furina #focalors #egeria #fontaine spoilers #fontaine siblings #fontaine characters #hydro archon #archon quest #archons

[fatuismooches]

Fontaine Archon Quest Act 1 + 2 Spoilers beneath the cut!!! 👾 anon and 🎺 anon i responded to you here :) (Also lots of talking about Arlie because I LOVE HER)

I've also gone through Lyney and Lynette's character stories/voice lines regarding Arlecchino (and a rough translation of Freminet's) and I completely agree! To be completely honest she seems more nicer than I thought she'd be. Of course, she's still strict and evil but she still has standards and seems to care for the siblings to some extent. One of the lines I found most interesting was "Perhaps the most amazing aspect of Lyney's Founding Day magic show was its ability to have even "Father" lay down her heavy burden and enjoy a brief moment of familial love." I didn't expect her to have such a close connection with the siblings. Plus, when she denied giving Lyney a Delusion and also allowed Lynette to keep a box of cats? Loved that. She can be cruel and mean but she does have some sort of heart left. Not to mention Arlie's confirmed to be from Fontaine. I hope we learn her real name soon! Totally with you there with her being soft only for reader ❤️ She has the ability to be kind but expresses it in perhaps an unconventional way. Even when she's being soft she doesn't know exactly how to act. Really looking forward to her in-game appearance!!

HELP I WAS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE😭😭 Saved for months with absolutely no regrets. Currently saving for Arlie as well! I wish you luck on your primogem saving ❤️❤️

FR I LOVE THE SIBLINGS SOOO MUCH 😭💖💖 (Freminet was robbed of screentime though) AND YES ARLECCHINO I LOVE HER 😭 Ugh I can totally imagine that <3 Arlie shows her kindness in a stern and strict way but you're the complete opposite. You can't fathom being cold to these little cuties! You're the affectionate one and while Arlie does scold you a bit about spoiling them too much she can't get too mad because at least you can handle all the mushy stuff which she cannot do very well. I'm now brainrotting about the kids seeing you and Arlie argue and becoming scared for your relationship and trying to get the two of you to reconcile 😭 I'm literally bouncing in excitement for 4.1 i want to see her so bad!!

Moving on to me just talking about the quests. Did anyone else feel a bit upset at Traveler for how they treated Lyney and Lynette at the end?? I did considering everything the twins went through. I understand the Traveler not trusting the Fatui but they were literally holding onto Childe's Vision in that moment?😭 Besides that little piece, these two Archon quests were really solid and lots of fun. Was also surprised how many serious topics were put into it too. Usually they leave the dark stuff for side/world quests.

Navia. Definitely an amazing character i loved her in the quests. Really beautiful, great personality, and i love her two bodyguards. Her voice while yelling at Neuvillette was really raw 🥺 Also loving Furina a lot. I didn't expect her to be insecure of herself. Seems like her confidence is just a facade for her people's sake. Y'all already know how I feel about Neuvillette haha i didn't expect him to be so emotional but I'm loving him so much! (I love everyone lemme just stop repeating myself 😭)

But damn being dissolved into water is so grim 😭 Imagine just being Fontanian and all of a sudden you learn you could simply dissolve and no one would ever know. I'd literally be so scared that i could die at any time 😭

EDIT: I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT CHILDE IM SO DONE. IM SO SORRY CHILDE LOVERS I GOT TOO SWEPT BY ARLIE. Anyway. Childe was so freaking cute. He is the kind of guy who would tell you every little detail no matter how minuscule it is about his siblings. Teucer told him about something that happened to him? Okay now you're getting the same story but more drawn about and longer because Childe can't help babbling about his family.

I know people are clowning on Childe for getting beat by Neuvillette but give my man some credit 😭 He managed to scratch A DRAGON THATS IMPRESSIVE OKAY.

#smooches talks #👾 anon #🎺 anon #the archon quests were an absolutely joy to play i felt really into the story! #just paimon stop talking after every dialogue please 😭

[themildestofwriters]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: ゼロの使い魔 | Zero no Tsukaima | The Familiar of Zero

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Louise de La Vallière (Zero no Tsukaima), Original Characters, Cattleya de La Fontaine, Éléonore de La Vallière

Additional Tags: Prayer, Old Norse, Paganism, Pagan Gods, References to Norse Religion & Lore, Self-Harm, Mild Blood, Self-Sacrifice, Boarding School

Series: Part 2 of Exerpts from the Saga of Zero

Summary: It is night, eve of the Kallandi Dag summoning, and Louise Arendel van der Vallijáre prays to her gods before bed.

Another in my series of excerpts from my The Saga of Zero project. Hope you enjoy! Any comments, I'd love to hear. Particularly, I'm interested about y'all thoughts on the religious elements within the excerpt, but also anything else you can think of!

#saga of zero #louise de la valliere #fanfiction #my writing #the familiar of zero

[accidentalmistress]

Hell at Dawn

I haven't written anything at all in a while, and this is my first time posting a sneeze fic to Tumblr. Hope it's to y'all's liking. Please enjoy Diluc having a not great time at a party.

Word count: 1,966

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Another dull social function. This sort of frivolous foppery was one of Diluc's least favorite parts of running a winery, right up there with clearing the vineyards of pyro slimes and doing his taxes. If there was anything more annoying than fighting a creature that's immune to everything you have except a good, old-fashioned beating, it was making small talk with people you barely knew at a party.

Add having a miserable cold on top of everything, and you had the perfect recipe for Diluc's own personal Hell. Maybe he could name a new drink after it.

"I'll make a wine with Jueyun chilis and call it Hell at Dawn. We can put flames on the label and everything… hehh- hehGSHht!"

At least no one was currently around to hear his sneezes and feverish ramblings. He had snuck into a side office and draped himself unceremoniously over the desk chair to get a reprieve from the party. There were enough guests and freely flowing alcohol that, as long as he put in an appearance at regular enough intervals, no one would notice he was gone.

"Ahem. Sir."

Diluc bolted upright in the seat and shuffled some papers on the desktop as though he'd just been reading them. A familiar face framed in white hair hovered in the cracked open doorway. Though the man's expression was a neutral mask, Diluc got the distinct impression that he was amused.

"Elzer. -snf- Yes, what is it?"

"There is a guest who is requesting your presence. A rather… gregarious woman who claims to be from Fontaine."

"Fontaine? You've got to be kidding me. That invitation was a formality, you're saying they actually sent someone?"

"So it would seem. Shall I give her your regrets and attend to her request myself?"

"No, no. I'll see her." He staved off a cough by roughly clearing his throat. "We have a reputation to uh- huh-hhGGSSHT! … uphold."

Elzer frowned. "Are you certain?"

"Yes." Diluc replied, standing. "As head of the Ragnvindr family, it is my duty. I am a businessman, after all."

"I think one may wonder at that a bit."

"'One', eh?" Diluc straightened his jacket. "Not any person in particular?"

A smirk tugged Elzer's lips. "Of course not, sir."

The woman Elzer indicated across the hall certainly seemed the Fontaine sort. Those who hailed from that country prided themselves on appearances, and the woman's sumptuous blue gown was certainly striking.

The deep sapphire silk clung to her every curve, while a daring slit revealed one shapely leg nearly to the hip. One arm was bare while the other was concealed by a drape so long it brushed the floor. Folds of fabric cascaded down the back of the skirt, pooling into a short train that called to mind the image of a crashing wave. Shimmering beadwork gave the appearance of glistening water droplets under the lights. Her glossy brown hair was done up in elaborate braids and was topped by a hat that defied both sense and gravity.

"Oh boy." Diluc grumbled under his breath. Hopefully her personality wasn't as ostentatious as her attire.

"Ah, Master Ragnvindr!" Her boisterous voice cut clear across the hall before he'd even crossed half of it, dashing his hopes as surely as a ship against the rocks. "What a delightful little soiree you've put together, it's so very… quaint."

Diluc plastered a smile on his face and snagged a glass from a passing tray.

"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, Miss. You know my name but I do not have the honor of knowing yours."

"I am Alizée Marie, of Chateau Lambert."

"Well then, Miss Marie: welcome to Dawn Winery."

Instead of offering her his hand in greeting, he lifted the glass as though toasting his guest. Thankfully she did not seem to think it strange and returned the gesture with a smile. Diluc lifted the glass to his lips in a pantomime of drinking, then discarded it on a nearby table without a second thought.

Chateau Lambert: a big shot vineyard in Fontaine. If he was remembering the reports correctly, they accounted for nearly a third of all wine sales in Fontaine's extremely competitive market, a market that Dawn Winery had a bare foothold in. And that foothold was thanks, in part, to Chateau Lambert agreeing to help distribute Dawn Winery's offerings.

"So, what does the distinguished Chateau Lambert want of our humble establishment?"

"Oh, Master Ragnvindr-"

"Diluc is fine."

"Master Diluc, then. You are too modest. Everyone knows Dawn Winery has cornered the Mondstat market."

She drew a few steps closer to him, and a heavy, cloying scent assaulted his nostrils. Perfume. Celestia above, had she bathed in it? He tried not to let his discomfort show on his face.

"A-are you here to discuss our distribution agreement?"

She raised an eyebrow. "All business, I see."

"I assure you I mean n- ngh- no offense. I am a busy man, and time is a precious commodity."

That and he needed to conclude this conversation before the prickling in his sinuses caused him to make a spectacle of himself.

"I am not here to discuss that agreement as such. Chateau Lambert has been considering a more… direct partnership with Dawn Winery. A collaboration, if you will."

"-snf- Collaboration?"

"Yes. A joint vinification. It is said your vineyards are favored by Lord Barbatos. Our lands are similarly blessed by our own Archon, and we have had exceptionally favorable rains this year…"

Focusing on Ms Marie's words was growing increasingly difficult. As her heady perfume teased Diluc's irritated nose, the prickle in his sinuses became a persistent itch that was spreading with alarming speed. At this rate, he couldn't possibly stave off sneezing long enough to finish the conversation.

"... and so we believe that such a blend of wines between our two enterprises would be quite popular in both Fontaine and Mondstat, and thus a very profitable endeavor."

He didn't trust himself to speak. He'd only be a hitchy mess. Instead he nodded deeply and made a noncommittal noise in his throat, as though he were thinking it over.

Surely he could get away with a single sneeze, right? One sneeze to stop this dreadful itching, and then he could conclude his business with Ms Marie as quickly as possible and escape to the office again.

Without warning she stepped very close and ran a hand suggestively across his chest with a coy smile. Her eyes were the same deep blue as her dress.

"You know, Master Diluc, I am prepared to do whatever is necessary to ensure that this deal goes smoothly…"

It was too much. This close there was no escaping her awful perfume. He took a step back, desperate for any distance between them.

"Th-that won't be ne- hehh- HEHHGSSHktch! HEHSSHIU!"

The second sneeze came too quickly on the heels of the first for him to stop it, but at least he managed to catch them in his elbow. That would certainly be one way to sour relations with Chateau Lambert.

"Oh my. Gesundheit. Are you all right, Master Diluc?"

"Yes. -snf- Excuse me. I was saying, that won't be n-necessary. I'm certain we- w-we can ah- work something out."

Not good. Any relief the sneezes brought was short-lived before the relentless onslaught of Ms Marie's perfume. His eyes began to water. The more he tried to hold the sneezing back, the worse the tickling became. Things would be so much simpler if he could disappear the way he did as the "Darknight Hero."

"Excuse me, sir."

A welcome voice at his elbow.

"E-Elzer. What is it?"

"Please accept my apologies for the interruption, but there is an urgent matter which requires your attention right away."

"I see. If you'll heh- e-excuse me, Miss Marie."

She smirked. "Of course."

Diluc's eyes were streaming by the time they left the main hall, and Elzer practically shoved him into a storage room.

"hhH-HIIHssshew!"

The sneeze was so forceful he bent nearly double at the waist. He was fully at the mercy of the burning tickle in his sinuses now, and he grabbed onto the rim of a nearby wine barrel for support.

"hEH-TCHU! Hh- H'DGGHHD'sshuh! … hiiih-hiShiew! H'ghkxt! huh… hUH… HUUHEKSSHHOO! … Ugh."

By now Diluc was panting. Elzer stood by the door watching the spectacle with his arms crossed.

"You all right, sir?"

"Fine. Never better. Now what's this 'urgent matter'?"

Elzer rolled his eyes and gestured to Diluc up and down.

"You. Clearly. You're in no shape to host this party. Why didn't you cancel it if you were this sick?"

"Do you know h- heH'HGCHKT! how much money and time and effort has gone into preparing for this event?-"

"Yes, I took care of most of it."

"-We have business partners, investors, sponsors, and- and- hiisshiu! c-customers out there who have been looking forward to this for weeks! I- I'm-

"Hh'hiihSSHGHuh! hhH'HAAtchuu! huuh-CH'TSSHH!"

All the sneezing was starting to make him lightheaded. Or maybe it was the fever. He let his back hit the nearby wall and slid to the floor with a miserable moan.

"I'm Diluc Ragnvindr. I can't disappoint anyone."

He heard Elzer sigh. That was no surprise. How much more pathetic could he be? Soft footfalls crossed the room, and then Elzer crouched down next to him. His face bore a gentle expression, and in his hand was a white handkerchief. Diluc took the proffered cloth with a wet sniffle.

"Thangs."

Elzer chuckled. "Of course. You're a snotty mess right now, like a little kid."

"I'be dot a kid."

Great. Now the congestion was setting in. He blew his nose into the handkerchief and tried his best to clean himself up.

"You need to rest."

"Bud-"

"No. Buts. No one is going to begrudge you rest when you're sick. And if for some reason they would, then they don't deserve your consideration in the first place. Now please. Go to bed. I will handle the charming Miss Marie and the rest of the party."

"I can-"

Elzer placed a firm hand on Diluc's shoulder.

"Diluc. Let me do this for you."

His emerald eyes brooked no argument. Diluc knew that look. There was no way Elzer would back down. Diluc sighed.

"Fide. I'll go. Bud I'm goin' through the servand's staircaze. I won' go near that garish woman agaid. Her perfume albost killed be."

Elzer cracked a smirk. "Very well, Sir."

He stood and offered Diluc a hand up, which the latter accepted gratefully. They ducked back out into the hallway, the music and chatter and clinking of glasses from the party in the main hall returning to full vigor.

"I'll send someone up with something hot for you to drink, and then I'll come by later to check on you. And of course you can send for me if there's anything else you need."

"Thang you, Elzer."

"Of course, sir."

"No, really. I mean it."

Strangely Elzer didn't seem to know what to say. Before the silence became too brittle Diluc cleared his throat.

"Hey, whad'you thing aboud a wine made with -snf- Jeuyun chillies from Liyue?"

"Hm. Personally, I think I'd pass."

"Yeah, tha's whad I thoughd. Well, good nighd, Elzer."

"Good night, sir."

Elzer gave Diluc a perfunctory bow and headed back to the party, while Diluc made for the rear of the manor. Bed. A hot drink. Rest. The mere thought of it made his knees weak.

Hell at Dawn. An apt name for this evening's debacle, he reflected. There had to be something he could do with the name. Well, over the next day or so he'd have plenty of time to think about it in bed.

Then again, perhaps a wine label decorated in flames was a bit… on the nose.

#snz #snzfic #gen/shin im/pact #snzblr #sneeze #sneeze fic #sickfic #sneeze kink #sneezing kink

[pedropascallovebot]

Let's Kill Tonight

summary: You're a bit out of practice, but being entrusted with the retrieval and return of Helmut Zemo shouldn't be too hard, right? Even if he is your old sorta-boss and you still are nursing unfortunate loyalty towards the team. You can manage. And him being... slightly more attractive than how you last left him won't be a problem.

Right?

warnings and a/n: i have.... no clue what this is if not a complete rewrite of mcu canon purely for self-indulgence. reader has a kinda shady past and in result will talk graphically about violence in later chapters and there's lots of gun action in this one. very fun, very cool! alright. i hope y'all enjoy teehee

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The weather where you're at doesn’t usually vary much from a sunny sky, but alas, you’re absolutely drenched by the time you step inside the diner. You hadn’t expected the rain. Your usual five minute walk to work turned into a hike through muddy sidewalks and water droplets that kept hitting your eyes, and by the time you tied your apron around your waist the day felt over before it even started. Your boss gives you a closed-lip smile and glances at your empty section of tables, and you just know you’re going to be late on rent again.

For what it’s worth, Lüleburgaz isn’t the worst place to slip under the radar. It’s not underpopulated by any means, but it makes it perfect to blend in with the crowd as best you can. Honestly, you're just trying to make it a day without a proper therapist. Your roommates are great listeners, don't get it twisted- but all they really know about you is you're Sokovian and they don't really need to hear about the stuff that happened before your country was crushed by some guys in tights and iron suits. They don't ask you much, and you're grateful.  After an unfortunate five-year gap in employment (which isn’t your fault- it’s kinda hard to find jobs when you’re reduced to dust unexpectedly) you were lucky to find somewhere that was willing to hire you without a legally issued identification card and that was also willing to pay in cash under the table. You broke out the books and attempted to learn the language as best as you can, and while you're struggling a bit, you can at least understand the menu and what a customer is ordering. It was far from ideal- ideal would be completely erasing any trace of memory regarding you and your… history, so to speak, from anybody who has the potential to be a threat to you. Ideal could also be an island somewhere, maybe Praslin or Nassau, where you could swim in clear waters and drink copious amounts of fancy fruity drinks instead of whatever liquor your roomies had hiding under the counter. But until that happens, being on the sorta-run for some questionable past career choices seems to stick.

Said questionable career choices led you to be introduced to a network of interesting people, some less horrible than others, but all of them carried the same unmistakable signal of danger displayed in flashing lights above their heads. When you hear the bell to the restaurant door jingle, signaling the arrival of someone new, that weird gut feeling activates and your eyes flicker up to see a pair of high heels and sunglasses, even though the sun hasn’t been out all day. Everyone else eating their food don’t even spare a glance to the door. This should comfort you, it should tell you that you're fine and that there's nothing to worry about, but it absolutely doesn’t and suddenly you’re inconspicuously making your way to the back, muttering something to your boss about taking your break early. Ripping off your apron, you throw it to the side and let it land on the ground next to you, and you lean your head against the brick wall behind you. Your fingers are twitching as the pressing issue of impending doom continues to rise in your gut. You barely register the creaking sound of the back gate opening.

“Do you want a cigarette?” Suddenly, you’re in fighting stance as an unfamiliar voice speaks less than a foot away from your ear. You don’t recognize this new face, but she looks expensive and entirely too out of place for a diner that receives in its eggs already prepared and frozen.

“I’ll take that as a no, then,” she continues, and fishes a lighter and pack out of her coat pocket. “Good choice. These things will kill you- and so will this godawful food you serve here. What a relief that after today you won’t step foot in this place ever again, huh?”

Your mouth opens to say something, but you decide against it. Instead, you slightly lower your fists, keeping your eyes trained on her seemingly unbothered expression. She takes a long drag of her cigarette before giving you any more information. The silence is deafening, and you mentally take note of the clear path you have through the open fence and towards the street if you chose to run. Something tells you this lady didn’t arrive here on foot though, and she probably had an expensive vehicle waiting out front waiting to catch up to you if you chose to make a break for it.

“You’re jumpy- probably a little bit out of practice from the whole ex-assassin thing, right? I can work with that. I have to applaud you: as far as hide and seek spots go, this wasn’t horrible. We’ll have to improve your people skills, but-“

“Who are you?”

You grow increasingly frustrated as it starts to sprinkle again, leaving you cold and wet as your company opens an umbrella she had previously stored away in her coat.

“I don’t like being interrupted, so let’s not make it a habit, hm? My name is Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, and you’ve become annoyingly important to my cause. Come on, we’re leaving.”

She begins to walk towards the gate, but you stay put, beginning to toy with the idea of unsheathing the knife stored in your boot.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, lady.”

This makes her turn around and sigh in frustration.

“The way I see it, you have two choices. Go back and finish bussing tables so you can make an extra couple dollars, or come with me so we can talk real business. As far as I’m concerned, you’re the only one between the two of us that poses a threat. I’m not the one with weapons hidden in my clothes, am I?”

Your eyes narrow, but you don’t argue. Instead, you hesitantly join her in her path towards a gaudy car (you knew it) that looks way too out of place to be in this parking lot. For a split second you consider going back and giving your manager somewhat of a notice of your absence, but Valentina’s walking so fast that you don’t really have time to continue considering.

“By the way, I distinctively said my name is Valentina Allegra de Fontaine- I don’t like to repeat myself, don’t make me do it again.”

-

You barely have time to sit down before Valentina is barking directions at her driver and scolding you for getting rain water in her backseat. You remain silent, and a little bit uncomfortable as Val finishes her cigarette completely before bothering to inform you of whatever the hell she’s got going on.

“Tell me what you know about super soldiers,” she finally gives, crossing her legs and glances at you expectantly.

You search her face for any kind of indication that she’s kidding, but she seems serious. It kinda feels like your soul is being stared into and you want to look away but you can’t. What does she not know about super soldiers that she can learn from you and not from literally anywhere else? Admittedly, all you know is what clips of newspapers would give you. Something about rogue experimentation, something-something Winter Soldier, and then, most recently, the Flag-Smashers and the rumors flying around that they've got some serum floating around. All of this seemed to be public knowledge though. Nothing a woman who’s willing to corner people in the backlots of their jobs couldn’t find out from a simple Google search.

“I asked you a question, didn’t I?”

“I can’t say I know much.”

For what feels like the millionth time in the span of twenty minutes, she sighs, bringing out her cell phone and starts punching some buttons.

“And what about this man? Does he ring a bell?”

You do your absolute best to not look as tense as you feel when out of the corner of your eye you see a familiar face in a tiny, grainy picture. She shoves the device in your hands, and right there center of the screen is-

“Zemo, right? That was a trick question. Hard to forget the face of your old boss, I’d assume.”

Suddenly, you’re upright in your seat, the earlier feeling of danger settling right back into place. Valentina, of course, just lets out a laugh, while you’re planning on swan-diving out the damn window.

“The Colonel isn’t my boss,” you protest, and a burning sensation makes its way to your throat.

“Isn’t he though?” Valentina is now fully turned towards you, her hand reaching to grab the phone back. More buttons are pressed, and she’s reading your name from an official looking online database. “It says here you’re wanted in a lot of countries, huh? I wonder why that is- oh, look at this, would you? Seems like your name and EKO Scorpion are mentioned in the same sentence at least three times just on this page.”

Your eyes narrow, and you waste no more time in grabbing your gun from your coat pocket, and Valentina seems to have the same idea, the phone  in her hands is now replaced with a much newer and nicer pistol than you’re carrying. It’s silent in the car for a few seconds, and the driver in the front dares not move a muscle. Val is the first to break, and she lowers her weapon with a shit-eating grin you’re growing tired of seeing.

“Let’s start over. You’re associated with an elite death squad assigned to defend the interests of a country that’s no more than a pile of rubble and dead memorial flowers on the ground. You never had an official invitation, but they paid you good enough money for you to get your hands dirty for them. Too bad that without a leader, your little syndicate fell apart, didn’t it? Unfortunate, what happened to him really. And how inconvenient it must have been for you- I’m sure the law doesn’t usually side with individuals associated with terrorists. Luckily for you, you had a five-year break from being on the run.”

The urge to fall back into old form and pull the trigger at the slightest sign of trouble starts to rear its ugly head, but you take a deep breath and try to align your focus to your current situation. This doesn’t have to be deadly. She knows your history, she knows your name. She could just be blackmailing you. Easy fix, offer her better information on individuals that are far, far away from you. You’re sure you can think of something juicy enough to entertain her and fray her interest in you. This doesn’t have to end in a gunshot. She has access to all of the shit you’ve done. You don’t know what she knows. She could be from the American government. Kill her, and lessen the risk of being thrown in a prison cell to rot.You’re desperate, and you’re scared, and it’s making you vulnerable. You take another deep breath in, and lower your gun.

“What do you want?” Valentina falls back into her seat, clearly very amused by the entire situation now that guns weren’t drawn.

“The Flag-Smashers are becoming increasingly difficult as they’re forming alliances with seemingly every gang of mercenaries for hire. The serum belongs in the hands of someone who knows what to do with it, don’t you think?”

This lady is clearly out of her mind, but you’re too far in now and you don’t feel like questioning her on her morals or the ethics of this situation.

“I don’t want any business with Morganthau, and I don’t care about super soldiers. If that’s all you need me for, you might as well find someone else.”

“Who said anything about you dealing with Flag-Smashers? No, for you,” she starts, grabbing the phone once more and resuming that annoying clicking as she searches through various links, “I have a slightly less… hazardous task. No killing involved, sadly. I’m sure your lovely skillset will keep until it’s needed, but you will be finding Zemo for me, where I can pay him far too much money so he’ll kill the Flag-Smashers for me.”

It’s your turn to laugh, now. “In case you haven’t heard, Helmut Zemo is rotting away in prison for the rest of his life. How is he going to be of any help to you?”

Valentina doesn’t bother giving you a verbal response, just shoves that damn phone in your face again. You glare at her before your eyes skim over the article. Breakout. Zemo. The Falcon. Prison. You curse internally, and she lets her arm fall back to her side. You realize you haven’t been paying too much attention to where the driver was taking you both until you feel the vehicle holt to a stop, and you look up to realize you’re in a parking garage, and the faint sounds of airplanes fly overhead.

“As of now, you and I are a two-man team, but this won’t be the case for long. Zemo is with Sam Wilson and James Barnes in a safehouse in Riga. You and I aren’t the only ones looking for him, however, which makes your job a little tricky, but I don’t have much faith in the guy assigned in returning him to Berlin.”

“Who is he?”

“I assume the name John Walker doesn’t need an explanation?”

You shake your head.

“Walker can be of use to us, and we’re gonna need him- just not yet. What I need from you at the current moment is to make sure you get to these coordinates,” the driver is suddenly handing you a slip of paper with numbers scribbled on it, and you take it, “before Walker gets Zemo.”

You inhale, and Valentina gives you a look.

“I assume you have a question?”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to get Walker on your side sooner? Maybe if you could say the right thing, persuade him to bring Zemo to us-"

Valentina cuts you off with a scoff. “What? That if we tell Captain America to hand over an international prisoner so we can extract information and hire him to kill for us he’ll do it? Walker wants one thing right now: he wants that serum. Coincidentally, your friend Zemo wants that serum gone. IF we get to him first, which you will, he’ll be more than happy to oblige. Walker is at a tipping point, but he’s not useful to us. Yet. We just have to wait until he's vulnerable.”

She takes your silence as an okay to continue. “Get to Latvia, find Zemo. Use that pretty face of yours to charm him into coming with you, maybe share some war stories around the campfire. I don’t give a damn how you get it done. Walker’s already halfway there by now.”

You are really starting to question how Valentina is getting her information, but before you can say anything else, she’s motioning for her driver to slide another piece of paper in your hand. Your eyes go wide at the numbers listed after a dollar sign.

“I assume this would be enough to cover your services?”

You look up at her, nodding your head slightly.

“Half now, half when you bring him to me,” she finishes, and the driver is unlocking your side of the car. “It looks like we’re in business then.”

#helmut zemo #helmut zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #helmut zemo x you #fanfiction #complete disregard for canon #marvel #mcu #i wrote this when i should of been sleeping

[iffyswriting]

Star Quality

Pairing: Pardison Fontaine x Black! Thick! OC

Summary: A story with some smut at the end. May give it a part two, I don't know yet.

I don’t know about y’all but that fine ass man right there got my ovaries on LOCK.

I blame my friend, Dom for this. She encourage the whortivity.

Anyway enjoy,☺🥴

The light shined bright on my face, my eyes slightly blinded. Anxiety rested in my chest as I looked over all the people in the stands. So many of them were screaming, pumped up with excitement. So many were screaming my name.

All these people here just to see lil ole me.

I searched through the crowd, hopeful to see his face but I knew he wasn't going to be here.

I wanted to be wrong but what's true is just what it is.

I blinked back my tears as I began with my first song of the night 'Heartbreak'. I started strong, singing my heart out as things went on my lyrics hitting closer to home.

My mama told me to stay away from the industry niggas.

If we both wanted a career, it'd never work she said. I didn't listen because I figured who better to understand me, than someone with my exact goals- we could be an it couple, we could be successful together.

I should've listened.

The year before.

"And you said we'd be late." I teased, taking my bodyguard, Tommy's hand as I stepped down from the car.

"You took your sweet ass time at the Hotel."

"My makeup is a whole regime- one lash out of place and my whole energy is off." I said matter of factually, pleased when he didn’t reply.

I looked up at the radio station, my heart swelling with happiness. I'd never been invited to do an interview before- I've never been famous before either. This year was full of firsts for me and honestly, I'm ready to accept it all.

"Nervous?"

"Not nervous- terrifyingly happy, I'll say."

"Those don't go together."

"A lot of things I do don't but I make it work." He chuckled to my side, his laughter easing my nerves. 

Plopping into a chair, I bounced in my seat giving the biggest grin I could to everyone in the room. You could say I was a little too eager.

"We got brand new artist- Sincerity in the building!" He started off cupping his mouth to make an echo effect.

"Wassup y'all!" I said excitedly, my bubbly giggle bursting through.

"I see your animated this afternoon.”

"I'm grateful as hell to be here, that's why."

"We're just as happy to have you." He spoke returning my grin. "Let's talk about your new hit single, Black Jack that just hit number 2 on the top 100 in the U.S. and number 12 worldwide. How does it feel as a new artist to become this popular, this fast?"

"It feels so good and so unexpected. When I recorded it, I had high hopes but they never went up this high."

"I guess that's on me for having such low expectations," I said shaking my head.

"Could you tell me the meaning of the song? Give a little insight."

"Black Jack is about gambling with your life and all the decisions you want to make with so little time. Everything we do feels like we're playing a game of chance and I think my song with its fast-paced beat really gives you that feeling."

"Any inspirations?"

"You'd be surprised to hear this but I had such a huge mixture of music growing up."  "Like from Lauryn Hill to Bjork, I was everywhere and I think that really shows in the songs that I make. I like to be versatile.”

The energy in the room shifted slightly and I braced what was he was going to say.

"So recently you've taken pictures with New York rapper, Pardison Fontaine." Tommy gave me a look and I sat up straighter, paying attention. Nervousness started to run through me because anything I say could be critical to my career.

Junior was a lot like other radio people, messy as hell because that's what people like to hear. They're interested in you but they're more interested in the drama that surrounds you because it creates traction.

My manager, Shanice couldn't come but she prepped me the night before telling me what to do. 

"Yeah, we took them at Meg's birthday party! It was so much fun." I said nodding my head at the memory. " I took pictures with a bunch of other people too."

"But Pardi is in all of them, one way or another."

"We were sitting together. We talked throughout the party."

"About what?" Junior looked me in the eye, his slick smirk making me scoff. He was trying to get into my head but I stayed resilient.

"About business deals and music really," Pausing, I leaned into the mic closer continuing to talk.

"I can admit he cute or whatever," I said with an eye-roll, everyone else laughing with me.

"But there's literally nothing between us, I super duper promise," I say crossing my heart. " We're just friends- friends, who when they cross paths, take a whole lot of pictures and talk."

"That's it?"

"Dassit." I said quickly, laughing afterward. The disappointment in his face spoke volumes and He looked like he wanted to press further but he knew he couldn't. He moved onto the next question, my interview going much smoother.

Finally leaving the radio station, my phone started to buzz in my hands. I already knew he was gonna call me the minute it ended and I took my time to answer letting it ring a little longer.

"You make me sick."

"Now, I know that's a lie." Pardi, or Jordan as I called him said, I could practically see his smirk over the phone.

"You don't know shit."

"So, I'm just cute or whatever?"

"Ain't that what I said?"

"You've said more than that."

"I been lying." I admitted playfully

"That easily? Wowww-" He faked shock and I bit back a smile, scratching at my hand. Despite my dodging, he did make my stomach flip inside out and made me think things I know I shouldn’t have been.

"You seemed to be so tuned into the radio today- I thought you didn't listen unless you were on it?"

"I had to support my girl."

"I'm your girl? That's crazy."

"You always gonna be my girl." I let out a breathless laugh, my heart thumping in my chest like a drum.

"Okay, Jordan."

"Come see me." He said confidently making me raise an eyebrow.

"See you where?"

"At the studio. You know that's my second home." It was mine too and my mama was constantly down my throat about not being stable with my sleeping. 

"Who else gon' be there?"

"Nobody. Just the two of us." Blinking, I opened my mouth trying to find a response. 

"You plotting, you're trying to get me all alone."

"You gonna fall for the trap?"

"Maybe” Feeling frisky, I pushed harder. “I don’t feel so convinced, though.”

"If you come, I'll mix something for you."

"Something new?"

"Brand spanking new, baby." He slapped something for emphasis and I shrugged my shoulders like he could see me. 

"I'm feeling a little persuaded-"

"I also happen to have some new music- you know I trust your judgment." He came to me for a-lot of things, whether it be a critique or some advice we talked about so much. 

"Since you're begging me at this point, I'll show up."

"I can't wait." I could hear his grin and I couldn’t suppress my own anymore, full on biting my lip as a smiled.

"Don't cream your pants, now."

”I won’t even say what I’m thinking,” He chuckled. “See you in a second, Nelle.” 

“Bye, Jordan. “ Clicking off my phone, Tommy stared at me- a smirk on his lips. The kind i absolutely hated. 

"What?"

"Nose wide open over that boy."

"Just like I told Junior, I'm gonna tell you."

"We're just friends."

*********

Watching intently as his fingers danced over the keys, one by one he let my head lean on his shoulder. He made me feel so comfortable, his shoulder felt like a hard pillow. 

"How long you been playing the piano?"

“A long ass time.”He thought for a second. “My mom’s wanted me to be productive with something and music became that something.” 

"I want a kind of interlude, you know with the piano playing the back. Soften the soul you know?"

“Yeah, I can see it.” 

I opened my mouth to sing a couple of notes as he kept going. He went up higher and I followed suit, going low when he went he low too. He found somewhere steady and I let my voice rest there with him, finishing softly.

The way he looked at me, his eyes trained on my face so hard it's like he was entranced. Being his center of attention made my heart swell.

"I ever tell you, how much I wish I could sing."

"You know how to hold a tune."

"Nah but if I could belt out like I want, I'd be all over the place."

"How you feel singing from your chest." Taking his hand I pressed it right to my breast, and looked him in his eyes.

"It's like grabbing something from within and pushing it out." I took one deep breath and then another his hand rising with each breath I took.

His hand slowly dragged up my neck to touch my cheek. He seemed hesitant at first but I leaned further into his hand, moving in closer.

We kissed softly to test the waters but we weren’t gentle kind of people. The second kiss felt more impassioned and aggressive, as I sighed behind his lips his touches all over my body jolting me.

He placed his hands on my waist pulling me onto his lap. With my legs on either side, I pressed my panties against his clothed shorts grinding on him so he could feel how wet he was making me. 

"What we about to do here?"

“The fuck you think.” I said impatiently, swiping my gloss off his bottom lip even though I was going to stain it some more. 

“I’m just wanna know before, we get too deep.” 

"I know what I want."

"Do you?" Pressing my hand against his chest I started to unbutton his shirt, keeping up eye contact. 

"I do."

Scrunching my dress up around my hips, he pushed my thighs apart pressing his fingers onto my clit. He was gentle swiping against it but I want him to be rougher.

He lined up his tip and slid inside making me gasp. I threw my arms over his shoulder, my fingers becoming entangled in his curls as I bounced on his dick our cum echoing in the room. 

He gripped my ass, making me bounce faster. 

Standing up from the chair, we kissed as he stroked up into me. My back hit the cold glass and something clicked on behind me but with how good he was fucking me I couldn't care less.

"You feel so fucking good-" One of his hands grasped my neck, the other touching the dip of my back to get in deeper. I bit back a smirk, my breasts heaving up and down as he picked up speed.

His deep groans of pleasure, rumbled in my ear and into the pit of my stomach. 

I clenched around him slowing things down, his hand tightening it's grip. He guided my face up, sloppily french kissing me our tongues melding together. He pecked my lips one more time gazing at me.

“You gotta take it.” He mumbled, making me wrap my legs around his waist entrapping him.

I pushed him back onto his chair, plunging him back inside of me. 

“I’m not the one who needs to take it.” I said breathlessly, kissing his neck lining hickies where his tattoos were.

His chest rose and he shuddered underneath me, his big hands on my back rolls guiding me clearly as I fucked him into the chair. My thighs clapped together and I moaned quietly stopping in my tracks as my orgasm started to crash onto the horizon.

He pushed my thighs back open, circling my clit so I could cum all over his dick. He pulsated inside me and every movement made me feel more sensitive as minutes ticked on. 

“Gon head and cum.” He teased me, bringing our lips together once more. He swallowed back my moans, easing me into a steady lull of pleasure.

I came seconds later, a trembling mess. His name tumbled from my mouth in repeated chants, his strong arms surrounding my hips to keep me in place. He sat still in me, his own body barely holding on. 

I couldn’t tell if you it was lust, or the fact I had in the palm in my hand but as I ground onto him knowing he was going to cum in me, the power and love I felt was unmatched.

He stopped trying to stop me, relishing in his satisfaction as he painted my walls white. His cum filled me up to the brim and I slid back watching it ooze out a little, the sweat on pooling my forehead sliding between my breasts.

He caressed each part of fat on my body the look in his eyes so intense, my heart barely matched it. He said 4 words that cemented everything and from there I was locked in.

“Let’s do this again.” 

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