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[nomelwelloy]

Legolas drabble / imagine | Legolas x reader

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After a long period away from each other, he engulfs you in his arms in the firmest, warmest of hugs, his face buried in the crook of your neck and arms clasped tightly around your waist, breathing in your scent as he falls into rhythm with your heartbeat once more.

"Meleth nin," he sighs into your skin with a relief as though the days without you has had him in the throes. "You’re finally home."

You laugh, surprised at his reaction yet secretly delighted to know your absence has had such an effect, but you know yourself to be no better, having clutched his memento every night just to be able to fall asleep. "I’m home, I’m home and I’ve missed you so, my home," you quietly confess.

Legolas’s hands travel along your arm and to your face, cradling your jaw as his fingertips brush along your cheek. He leans in just a breath’s away, nose bumping against yours. "My starlight, it’s been dark without you," he whispers in elven tongue, and it elicits a shy chuckle from you.

"You exaggerate," you say, despite yourself. Indeed, it had been challenging getting used to being alone again for so long, having grown used to Legolas’s constant presence by your side. Being by your lonesome felt particularly peculiar, as though unable to feel the bite of a snowstorm despite smothered in its chill. But arriving home to Legolas was like experiencing the first warm rays of sun after a long dark winter. Your senses thawed, you grasp him as tightly, unable to articulate your own feelings, but Legolas makes up for where you lack, his words carrying both his and your deepest sentiments.

"I feel whole again," his lips graze your forehead, your eyes, your nose and finally claims your lips.

Your heart sings and you follow his lead in a dance you both know well, slow and earnest, savouring the missed taste and presence of the other. Legolas holds you tighter to him, finding your hand to intertwine with his as his other slides against the back of your neck, gently coaxing your head back to deepen the kiss. He’s zealous in pursuing your touch, leaning into you when you cup his jaw, almost breaking the kiss just so he can rest his head fully in the heat of your palm.

A soft, contented sigh escapes him, and a fleeting thought crosses your mind; perhaps it isn’t so bad to go on long missions more often, if it meant coming home to something like this.

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a/n: im back with another!! Thank you for the love and wonderful remarks on the previous drabble <33 it is very encouraging to know that my writings are enjoyed ;;

this one was my first ever Legolas drabble that I’d left in my drafts for forever... It was originally pure word vomit and fluff but i polished it a bit and hopefully you guys enjoyed it! Thank you for reading, and if you like this, feel free to drop a reblog / follow (but be forewarned, I write like,, anything so.. expect the unexpected) but it is all very much appreciated .｡.:*☆ ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

#diabetic tooth rotting plaque inducing fluff #it’s dramatic as hell but #i was feeling pure fluff and this is what happened!!! #sorry not sorry!!! #only sorry for typos.. pretend they don’t exist #legolas #legolas imagines #legolas x reader #legolas x you #lotr imagines #legolas drabbles #lotr #nomelwelloy

[illyhillyu]

I saw this tweet 😭😭

and I think it’ll just be hilarious if in a modern au, tartali/zhongchi buying decorations in December on their own, no discussions or arrangements beforehand; Child comes home with Christmas ornaments while Zhongli comes home with Chinese New Year deco, and they just end up staring dumbly at each other like that pikachu meme lmaoooooo

also wishing everyone a late Merry Christmas! 🫶🏼

#genshin #genshin impact #I can’t for the love of god ever spell tartaglia right #tartali #zhongchi #childe x zhongli #childe #zhongli x childe #zhongli #nomelwelloy

[nomelwelloy]

Legolas imagine / drabble, [Legolas x reader]

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His hair is relaxed, unadorned by circlets or braids, gently lifted by the soft evening breeze, billowing about his face. Legolas walks towards you and for a moment is caught in the moonlight- hair illuminated white silver in her rays, eyeslashes casting long shadows over the sharp curve of his cheek bones, and the fine embroidery along his silk robes shimmer to life.

At that the sight of you, he smiles, quick and bright like a firework; flare fragments sprinkling in the brilliant specks of his irises. His hand comes to rest on the small of your back, and he greets you with a kiss to your temple. “Melleth nin,” he greets in a rough airy voice. “I found you missing when I woke, and the bed had grown cold. Have you been out here long?”

“Only for a while,” you reply, your own quiet smile coming to grace your lips. “The skies are beautiful tonight.” You both gaze up, drinking in the immense expanse of the dark skies and the soft, flickering pinpricks of light.

“A blessed sight,” you hear him murmur and feel his gaze sweep over you. “It is a little regretful that i've spent most of the day sleeping,” he muses quietly, “when such moments are already rare to come by.” His other arm comes around your waist in a loose embrace. He noses the side of your head with a wistful sigh. “Is there anything you'd like to do?”

“You slept so soundly,” you reach up to brush a stray lock from his face. “You must have been exhausted.”

He chuckles, the vibrations reverberating through the close proximity of your bodies. It's pleasant, soothing almost, and you sink further into his embrace. “It is because you were next to me, that i managed to sleep at all.”

It was indeed rare to see him like that, for elves needed little to no sleep after all. “Is there something troubling you?” you ask, hoping to understand the reasons for the grey pallor under his eyes and his unusually long rest since returning from patrol yesterday. You yourself had returned earlier this week, and upon your reunion after weeks away on separate duties, the first thing you’d done together was spend the entire day in bed- sleeping.

“Only that we have been apart for longer than i can appreciate,” he tightens his hold, brushing his lips over the cold skin of your shoulder. “But like this, i wish it could be forever.” His fingers curl into your soft sides, thumbs brushing over the thin fabric of your tunic.

You turn to face him, unsatisfied with his answer. Legolas smiles, recognising the look on your face, and he tries to placate you with a kiss under your eye, your cheek, and the corner of your mouth.

“I'm all right,” he whispers against your skin, his lips ghosting over yours, “You have my word.” he kisses you gently. “But i would feel better if you indulged me a little,”

You feel his kittenish grin, and you can't help your own as you return the kiss, hands coming up to weave through his loose locks. It is always a refreshing sight to see him with his hair like this, and it made your heart flutter. There is something so vulnerable about it, like it is reserved for only your eyes to see. And albeit tired, he appears even more criminally breathtaking.

“There is nothing else I’d like do,” you confess under your breath, “for I am so very content like this, with you,” and this only causes Legolas to break out into a silly smile, capturing your lips in another heart-fluttering kiss.

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a/n: finally got this out after months-long of a brain rot, with another rotting sitting in my drafts but hope you enjoyed this one! Reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

#elves probably don’t sleep that much but let’s overlook that this one #also please excuse any typos #editing it with my eyes half closed #;; hope it was enjoyable nonetheless #legolas #legolas x reader #legolas x you #Lotr drabbles #lotr imagines #legolas imagines #lotr #lord of the rings #legolas fanfiction #legolas greenleaf #nomelwelloy

[nomelwelloy]

Legolss drabble / imagine | Legolas x reader

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Legolas nimbly dismounts his horse, giving it a soft pat as he hands it over to the stable hand, before he navigates the winding streets of the White City, up steep flights of stairs, weaving through fish markets and stone gardens, until he reaches the shopping streets and dips into the jeweller’s store.

You look up at the rattle of the door chime and a smile blooms on your face, as does a warm feeling in your chest. “Legolas,”

“Darling,” he says with a quiet rush of air, like the sight of you has stolen his breath. His smile mirrors yours, and his eyes shine. “My apologies for the wait,” he pads around the counter, peering at your workstation. He touches your shoulder, desperate for the slightest connection to you even while you’re in the midst of work, yet cautious enough of your task at hand.

When you secure the final ringlet to the headband, however, it is swiftly set aside to crush him in your arms.

Almost like a competition, Legolas squeezes you as tightly, taking a deep breath as he presses his face into your shoulder. You do the same, tightening your hold while he waltzes the two of you into the middle of the shop, doing a little spin on the spot.

He smells of fresh earth and jasmine and ozone, but his hair carries the slightest hint of his citrus-scented wash. This tugs at your heart, and you’re suddenly hit with immense nostalgia; brief flashes of memories in Mirkwood, of days spent lounging in bed, sparring and racing one another through the forest’s twisting, ancient trees, and stargazing by those said trees, sometimes falling asleep to her soothing winds and quiet lullaby. Legolas would watch over you when you do, his hands soft on your hair in absentminded ministrations.

You sigh into his neck. “I’ve missed you,”

You can feel his smile, and his hand comes up to the back of your neck, stroking fondly. “As did I,” he brushes over your lips with his own. “My love,” he presses a littler firmer. “My starlight,” Legolas steals another breath, his mouth moving ardently against yours. “Meleth nin,”

You melt against him before you even know it, going weak in the knees when that familiar term of endearment slips past his lips. You’ve ached to hear it for months, imagined it on lonely nights and busy days until finally, your lover is before you, quelling the absolute longing you didn’t know was so intense, until he stepped through the door.

Your eyes are closed, relishing in his warmth when you hear a noise from outside. Cracking open one eye, your face flushes when you see one of your regulars knocking the glass window, a teasing grin plastered into her face. You instantly move away, groaning inwardly with a little wave, and you are already begging for the floor to open up and swallow you whole right there.

“Hello, hello!”

The door jingles, and Legolas turns, naturally placing himself between you and her. “Good afternoon,”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt such a sweet moment,” she giggles, pressing a hand to her mouth. “I just wanted to check on that order I placed,” she gestured, “the hair piece?”

You clear your throat and straighten yourself, going behind the counter to retrieve the package. “Here,” you pass it to her and receive her payment. “Just in time for the festival too,” you add, but her arching grin makes it difficult for you to continue being polite.

“Oh yes,” she glances between the two of you with another sweet smile, “Everyone will be there, it’s going to be wonderful!” she hugs the package to her chest. “It’s about to start! Don’t want to be late,” she turns to Legolas before she leaves, shooting him another grin. “It was so lovely to meet you, I’ll see you two later!”

When the door finally shuts, you groan, cursing quietly, much to Legolas’s amusement.

“She… she’s a bit of a gossip,” you explain, head in your hands. “Always nosying about other people’s lives…” you huff in exasperation. “Oh, she’ll have the time of her life with this!”

“We cannot let her have all the fun.” Legolas grabs your hand and he twirls you on the spot. “Shall we go too? I even brought the tunic you liked,”

You feign a gasp. “You came all prepared! How devious!”

Legolas laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple, gently rocking you sideways in a little dance. “It has been too long,”

You hum in agreement, letting a brief silence settle as you consider the idea of going, of all this time and distance you’ve spent apart, waiting and making do with irregular letters and quiet longing.

You feel the adrenaline begin to build in your veins, and with a firm resolve you twirl Legolas around, catching him close to you. “It is decided! A festival we shall go, and a gift I have prepared, for my princely elf.”

The handmade circlet that rests upon his head is perhaps your finest work to date: Thin silver curling gently in ornamental half ellipses upon his forehead, encasing a small round moonstone in the center, metal curving around it like vines. It’s random moments throughout the night when you dance and drink and laugh yourselves silly until your stomachs hurt, and Legolas has to catch you before you trip over yourself, when the circlet catches the light and reflects the same soft shine in his gaze towards you. It is stirring, and it makes the months of waiting and yearning all seem like a foggy memory, now that you are back in each others arms.

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a/n: more of an idea dump that just kept going until it became this! I am not entirely clear on the city’s layout and have written it very generically but I find it quite fun to come up with things esp given it’s awesome structure?? hope you enjoyed reading it though! (also thank you for all the love on the most recent Legolas drabble ;; <3333)

#also please excuse any typos #editing it with my eyes half closed #legolas #legolas imagines #legolas drabbles #legolas x reader #Lotr #lotr drabbles #lotr imagines #nomelwelloy

[nomelwelloy]

Oh- a tipsy Alhaitham running his fingers through the ends of Kaveh’s hair, his ministrations slow and thoughtful.

Kaveh has been rattling on about something, leaving his cup completely untouched. Maybe it’s about the newest Genius Invocation card deck- the topics are shuttling back and forth between him and his colleague and it’s too much of a hassle to keep up. Kaveh is animated, eyes glittering as he taps his card back repeatedly, as though completely unaware of Haitham’s actions.

Reclined in the booth’s divan with his arm propped along the seat back, Haitham curls a stray blonde lock and tucks it behind Kaveh’s ear, letting his fingers follow the length of hair as it’s laid over his shoulders. He continues weaving gold strands between his fingers, gaze tracing them to the tips that fade to brown.

“What do we have here…” the colleague sitting across him leans in with an ugly, teasing look. “Look at you, so docile…” he slurs, making the snark remark with a crooked grin. “Who knew the mighty scribe had such a side... Makes you wonder what he’s like in bed, huh?” He jokes to the others sitting around him, and this earns a smatter of howls and laughs in agreement.

Haitham has had a bit more to drink than he’d liked tonight, but despite feeling a little more than buzzed, he turns to him with a bored expression, “Where else am to look, if not at my lover?” Haitham replies in a flat tone. “You should worry less about my sex life, and more about how to keep yours out of everyone’s business. We don’t need your one-night stands showing up at lunch and screaming the roofs down now, do we?”

The table falls silent, and his colleague falters, blinking slowly before his face turns a bright red. Kaveh’s incessant chatter eventually trails off as he too grows aware of the sudden tension.

“How dare you,” his colleague snipes back with an acidic tone, lips pulled into an ugly scowl.

Haitham sighs like he’s bored, lifting his cup halfway to his lips when at this moment, his eyes suddenly light up. “How dare I?”

Without warning, his hand still in Kaveh’s hair snakes up the back of his head as he guides Kaveh to meet his lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Hot, open-mouthed and absolutely debauched, Haitham slides his tongue over Kaveh’s, gently tugging his head back to gain deeper access into his warm mouth. He’s well aware of the outright stares, but it doesn’t stop him from sucking Kaveh’s tongue and running his own along the insides of his cheeks, and Haitham can only think of how much Kaveh tastes like fruit tea. Had he not had a single drop of wine since sitting down?

Haitham can feel Kaveh’s balled fists twisting his clothes in a silent and vehement protest, but Haitham sinks his teeth into Kaveh's lower lip to prevent him from escaping.

There’s a loud clatter and Haitham spies from the corner of his eye his colleague kicking the chair as he storms out of the tavern. A couple others follow him, stumbling over themselves.

It is only then that Haitham finally releases Kaveh’s mouth with a soft peck brushed over his now slightly swollen lips. But despite this gentling, Kaveh is incandescent with rage and embarrassment. His cheeks are flushed a henna berry crimson to the tip of his ears (cute, thinks a dazed Haitham) and he can only stare daggers at Haitham while their colleagues look on with equal parts envy and incredulousness.

“Alhaitham-”

“Cards! Cards- did you see Cyno’s latest deck? It’s amazing- I heard he commissioned Calx himself!” Someone pipes up and the table breaks into an uproar once more, discordant conversations picking up and overlapping one another. There’s more chattering and clinking of glasses and bottles while Haitham returns to the quiet of his mind again. He sinks back the rest of his drink and into the plush cushions. Kaveh reluctantly tears his eyes away from Haitham, attempting to ease back into the conversation he was so abruptly snatched from.

Haitham returns to his previous ministrations, and he carts two fingers loosely through the hair just above Kaveh’s ear, brushing against it as he coils gold over his shoulder.

This time, Kaveh’s cheeks are stained scarlet and his eyes keep straying towards Haitham. Haitham continues his movements, silently pleased at having won his attention. Now it was only a matter of how long Kaveh could resist.

#happy bday alhaitham <33 #genshin impact #genshin fic #genshin minific #原神 #genshin drabble #haikaveh #kavetham #alhaitham #kaveh #kaveh x alhaitham #alhaitham x kaveh #nomelwelloy

[nomelwelloy]

Neuvilette & Wriothesley | fluff ideadump

a/n: wishing all a late happy valentine’s day!!

Neuvilette in his dragon form, getting much needed rest in his abode when Wriothesley’s sudden appearance at his door him catches him off guard. To say Neuvilette is a bit embarrassed is an understatement- no one has seen him like this since the early centuries, let alone the Melusines.

He scoots closer to the wall of the cavern and away from his comfortable spot under the sun, attempting to put some distance between them.

Wriothesley splays his hands in the air, explaining he’s there at Sigewinne’s and Clorinde’s request to deliver a care package, and a welfare check, given his rare leave of absence after a particular stressful period of work.

“I’ll just leave it here and go,” he says, picking up on Neuvilette’s discomfort. The usually confident Index averts his gaze, head turned away and his tail coiled around himself.

Wriothesley tries to leave, but he can’t really; the sound of Neuvilette’s laboured breathing and the sight of his discoloured scales make him hesitate. He doesn’t know what dragon scales should look like, but surely it can’t be the dull grey sheen dusting over Neuvilette’s body.

Wriothesley ends up staying, much to the dragon’s dismay. He hasn’t moved from his spot near the wall, but his eyes betray his desire to move back to the sunny spot in the middle of the cavern.

“It’s just me, Neuvilette.” Wriothesley reassures with a hearty laugh. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.” He tosses his coat to a corner and folds his sleeves, getting to work at tidying the place, sweeping the stairs that lead out of the cavern and whistling absentmindedly as he does. It takes a while, but Neuvilette eventually grows comfortable enough and moves back to his original position, laying his head over his body like a dog blissfully soaking up the sun.

Wriothesley begins brewing medicinal teas and offers Neuvilette the nutritional snacks the head nurse has packed, as well as supplements Clorinde contributed. Neuvilette obediently takes them, bowing his head in gratitude. When Wriothesley runs a hand over his snout, the judge huffs, a puff of warm air rushing around him.

Wriothesley brushes his fur, smoothing through the tangles and later sets up a burner with essential oils to aid him in decompressing. He also, for reasons unknown even to himself, decides to toss a blanket over him. It’s comedically small compared to his giant body, but Wriothesley dusts his hands with a proud beam. Neuvilette has dozed off, his breathing more steadied and relaxed.

The exhaustion is catching up to him too, and Wriothesley lays next to him, eventually falling asleep.

When he wakes, Neuvilette has returned to his human form, naked and curled under the blanket, huddled near him for warmth. Wriothesley pulls the blanket over Neuvilette’s bare shoulder and secures an arm around his waist to hold him closer. His body is warm from the sun, but the air is cool. He can’t have the Index falling sick, not after he’s spent a whole day nursing him back to health, can he?

He lazes a bit more on the mossy ground before helping Neuvilette to his chambers, laying him onto the soft mattress. Wriothesley contemplates staying a little longer, smoothing the creases of Neuvilette’s frown.

It won’t be long before he’s back at the Palais, back to his demanding schedule, to his little residence in the city. Wriothesley wonders if the apartment is too cramped for a dragon, if its kitchen is equipped with whatever health supplements he’s fed him today. He ought to make a trip there one day.

Wriothesley decides he’s in no hurry to leave.

#genshin impact #genshin #原神 #genshin minific #genshin fic #genshin drabbles #neuvilette #wriothesley #neuvilette x wriothesley #wriothesley x neuvillette #wriolette #neuvithesley #nomelwelloy

[nomelwelloy]

Alhaitham & Kaveh drabble | light angst

It's a quiet Friday night. Kaveh is draped over the back of the sofa, transfixed on his sleeping roommate’s face.

The dim glow of the crystal lamp dusts a soft yellow glow across Haitham’s face. Even in his sleep, he is largely expressionless, save for the occasional movement under his eyelids and the briefest twitch of his brow. His book rests on his chest with his finger still between the pages of where he’d stopped before sleep stole him away.

Despite his alcohol-hazy and fatigue-fogged mind, Kaveh recognises the title as one of Haitham’s newest reads, picked up at the start of the week- amongst three other titles. Was he a speed-reader? How many words did he capture at a glance? Kaveh wonders, when Haitham reads, if pictures form in his mind, or are abstract ideas contained in the shape, weight, and sound of the words.

He touches his forehead with his fingertip, as though he can connect to his thoughts and reach somewhere beneath his stony facade. Alas, there is no way to read Haitham, no matter how hard he tries; He is a blueprint Kaveh may study ten thousand times, but never be able to figure it’s labyrinthine layers, always stuck at sharp angles and convoluted diagrams that lead to nowhere.

Kaveh’s eyes trace over Haitham’s lips, and his hand follows in its wake. His finger trails along his cupid’s bow, thumb sweeping over the swell of his bottom lip.

Kaveh bites down on his own lower lip, teeth worrying the already broken skin as an undeniable ache to press his own against Haitham’s blooms in his chest.

It’s a familiar feeling, one that has not surfaced for a long time- deadened by the belief that Haitham did not see him as anything more than a broken bird he saved out of pity; the snuffed out Light of Kshahrewar now crawling in soot and ashes.

Albeit this, the old flame flickers to life in his chest, weak but alight. And it is that which forces him over the edge of the sofa, leaning in as close as he dares to. A lock of hair comes loose from his ponytail and it gently sweeps across Haitham’s cheek. His trembling fingers are digging into the sofa seat and he struggles to balance on the balls of his feet.

Without warning, Haitham stretches, his eyes fluttering open in slow blinks. Kaveh falters and fails to recover in time, and he teeters over the sofa.

A series of grunts and curses and more groans follow as Haitham is pinned under him and tries to get Kaveh’s elbow off his chest.

“What the hell are you doing?” Haitham hisses, struggling to breathe with Kaveh’s knee still on his stomach.

“Shit, sorry,” Kaveh mumbles, scrambling to get off but his limbs have turned to jelly and he’s not doing much except fall over Haitham again.

“Stop moving,” Haitham tries to grab him by the elbows but Kaveh isn’t listening and accidentally knees Haitham in the groin. Haitham hisses with a low curse and tightens his grip on him. “Stop,” he growls, the flash of irritation in his tone reflecting in his eyes.

Kaveh’s tongue turns to stone and all he can manage is wordless gaping. He’s perched atop Haitham and straddling his lap, and Kaveh’s cheeks grow hot at the realisation, but he’s bound by that single word that forces him to remain obediently still. “Sorry,” is all he can manage.

Haitham breathes sharply, brows furrowed while he regains his composure. “If it’s that game where you try to walk the shortest possible distance from the door to your room, I swear-”

“Can I go now?” Kaveh asks, vaguely aware of how distant his voice sounds form his body- disembodied, he recalls the word to be- his mind is elsewhere too, trying to distract from how close they are. His heartbeat pounds in his ears and all he can feel is that warmth radiating from beneath him, separated only by a few layers of fabric.

Kaveh manages to stand, swaying unsteadily even with Haitham’s help, before he quickly shuffles away from him. He’s halfway to his room when he realises his hair tie has come loose, and he glances over his shoulder to the sofa for it, but his mind goes blank when their eyes meet.

Haitham drops the hair tie in his hands on his way to his own room, but not before shooting him an odd look. When Kaveh refuses to meet his gaze, however, he eventually bids him goodnight and disappears behind his door.

Kaveh grips the hair tie in a death grip, teeth worrying his lip as he wills himself not to cry. What had compelled him to attempt a kiss of all things, he could not fathom- least of all Haitham’s serious lack of reaction. Had he actually read him wrong this whole time, or was it just in his head?

His colleagues often touted liquid courage as a supposed help with matters such as these, but perhaps it was that Kaveh lacked any at all in the first place.

#alhaitham #kaveh #alhaitham x kaveh #kaveh x alhaitham #we love a pining kaveh #kavetham #haikaveh #原神 #genshin #genshin impact #genshin drabbles #nomelwelloy #been stewing in the drafts for a while

[nomelwelloy]

Legolas deabble / imagine | Legolas x reader

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On difficult days that get the better of you, you return home and simply break down, unable to hold back the frustration thats been building since earlier this morning. It rolls down your cheeks in hot tears that never seem to end. A spell of ranting and a stuffy nose later, you’re cradled tightly in Legolas’s arms, held close to his body as he kisses the top of your head, hands drawing soothing circles into your sides.

The bed is large but you’re huddled up in the middle of it with him, duvet pooling around you like water. You’re drifting through the thoughts and emotions you’ve held at bay the entire day, seeing nothing past your anger and dejection, but Legolas anchors you to him, reminds you he’s there with his soothing gestures.

The crying runs it’s course until you’re spent, and you sink into him, unable to hold yourself up from exhaustion. You let him lay you down, bringing you to rest on his chest. You hear his steady heartbeat, feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest in quiet breaths, feel his firm body beneath your anxious touch as you clutch his tunic, sniffling the remnants of your unhappiness away.

Something about his calm demeanour- like an unseen force that calls the choppy waves at sea to rest, returning it to lull gently against the shore once more- allays you effortlessly.

You settle down, pressed into his side while he whispers in Sindarin, soothing phrases into your hair. He tells you you’ve done your best, to empty your heart of your burdens and let them weigh you down no further. That you are now in his arms- think of nothing but him now, as you relent to the grips of sleep, and wake with him where you shall face tomorrow together, him by your side.

You could almost cry again, but your exhuastion yanks you under quicker than you can help it. The last things you hear is Legolas’s dulcet voice, crooning melodies of a familiar lullaby, and with a kiss to your forehead you are under, slipping into the darkness, the claws of the day loosening on you, dissolving into yesterday.

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a/n: hope this lifts your spirits <3 however your day went!

#wishing everyone a great day/night <3 #also please excuse any typos #editing it with my eyes half closed #legolas imagines #legolas drabbles #Legolas #legolas x reader #lotr drabbles #lotr imagines #Lotr #nomelwelloy

[nomelwelloy]

Neuvilette & Wriothesley drabble | fluff

a/n: kinda modern au kinda not, wish hat jellyfish beanies were real… also forgot to mention this was inspired by that one ep in ‘the masterful cat is depressed again’ ;; (that show is so good) [edited]

"You look nice," he has the slightest curl on the corner of his lips. "I don't think I've ever seen you in casual clothes." he catches the light dusting of pink over Neuvilette's cheeks. "Are these new?"

His cheeks darken further. He had had no other choice. All there were in his wardrobe were his work robes, and when he realised this it was already too late; the day out of the outing had come. Neuvilette clears his throat, his mind flashing back to a mere two hours ago at the boutique. "Yes," he picks at the collar of his dress shirt. "You can tell?" he wonders quietly to himself.

There's a delayed beat of silence when they come to a stop at the traffic crossing.

"It doesn't smell like you,"

Neuvilette turns away to hide the growing flush on his cheeks, but alas, the red reaches even the tip of his ears.

Wriothesley bites back another grin, both embarrassed at his words yet dizzingly proud to have elicited such a reaction from the judge. "Also, the tag is still here,"

"Ah," he calmly responds. Neuvilette rips it off and stuffs it into his pocket, still unable to meet his eye. "Shall we cross?" The pedestrian light flickers to green then and he strides ahead and leaves Wriothesley jogging to catch up with him.

"Thank you for accompanying me today," he cracks another grin, sharp canine peeking from under his lip. "I didn't think I'd be able to get the Chief Justice to go out, let alone to the amusement park."

"If Sigewinne wants to go," Neuvilitte corrects. "Of course I have to come,"

They reach the entrance, spotting her up ahead. She's already geared up in her blubberbeast-themed novelty hat, balloon corsage and her eyes are glittering with an excitement visible from even a mile away.

Wriothesley waves back and they join the entry queue, while Sigewinne is distracted by another amusement park goer, eyes glued to his hat jellyfish beanie.

"Well then, I suppose I'll have to get Sigewinne out more often." Wriothesley says with a wistful sigh. "But she's already so busy, I'd hate to trouble her..."

Neuvilette eyes him warily, yet slightly amused. "And I am not?"

Wriothesely gently urges him further into the queue with a small hand on his back, an easy motion that comes without much thought. "Of course, but I'd hate to see the great Chief Justice overworked."

"I'll think about it," Neuvilette passes their tickets to the staff and thanks her, finally clearing the entrance. "No promises,"

Wriothesley briefly leans in, "That's good enough for me," he says quietly, letting his words brush past his ear before he's strolling ahead to join Sigewinne.

Neuvilette bites back a sigh, yet not at entirely displeased. He adjusts his coat and gives it a firm tug, like he does every time before entering court.

He joins them, barely resisting Wriothesley's when the hat jellyfish beanie is placed upon on him.

#neuvilette #wriothesley #wriolette #neuvithesley #genshin #genshin drabble #genshin impact #genshin minific #原神 #fluff #nomelwelloy

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Neuvilette & Wriothesley drabble | fluff

a/n: been sitting in the drafts for a while! wish we can have a ball-themed event or smth (new skins too maybe winky wink) but anyway enjoy this lil drabble!<3

Neuvilette and Wriothesley at a ball- it’s all stolen glances from across the room, busy tending to their companions and missing opportunities to talk to each other. A polite nod, an inclined wine glass and a hand over his mouth to hide a smile when Wriothesley does a little dancing jig.

When they do finally meet, it’s in the garden, but Neuvilette is busy entertaining guests. Wriothesley worms his way through the crowd, a hand reaching out to gently cup the judge’s elbow, and a flash of a charming smile when he successfully has his attention.

“Might I steal you away for a moment?”

Neuvilette is a little stunned at the sudden interruption. He falters, “I’m afraid you will have to wait, this gentleman and I were in the middle of an extremely intriguing conversation-”

“Sigewinne said it was urgent,” Wriothesley lies without flinching, even adding a subtle frown for good measure. “She sounded rather anxious.”

Neuvilette, looking rather alarmed at this point swiftly excuses himself, and he lets Wriothesley lead him out the garden. “Is everything all right? Is she feeling unwell?”

Of course, everything is fine. Sigewinne is having cider and engaged in conversation with Aether and Paimon. Neuvilette even overhears something about exchanging recipes. He turns to Wriothesley, who feigns confusion.

“Oh, I must've been mistaken,” he shrugs, shooting Neuvilette an innocent smile. “Since you’re here, how about a dance?”

Neuvilette sighs. “Wriothesley,” a leveled gaze and a slow turn of his head, he looked neither amused, nor displeased.

“Come now,” Wriothesley tries his luck, knowing Neuvilette well enough to see that there was still room for persuasion. He extends one hand while he takes Neuvilette’s glass with another, setting it down on the nearest marble counter. “Just one, for old times’ sake?”

The judge is hesitant, glancing between him and the other attendees. “I will have to politely decline. In this area, I am but a fish out of water-”

Wriothesley grabs his hand, deftly pulling him into position. In a blink of an eye, they are falling in rhythm with the music, floating over marble tiles and twirling through the dancing crowd. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

Neuvilette sighs once more, but this time it is accompanied by a small curl of his lips. “It was a very enlightening dialogue-”

“Tell me, I want to know,” Wriothesley grins. He steps closer, tightening his hold on him as he guides them across the floor, never once missing a step. “I’m all ears,”

#they've got me giggling and kicking my feet!!!! #wriothesley #neuvilette #genshin #原神 #genshin impact #wriolette #genshin drabbles #wriothesley x neuvillette #neuvilette x wriothesley #neuvithesley #nomelwelloy

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Zhongli dozing off while awaiting Childe's return home- a worktrip to the outskirts of Liyue, it would be nightfall by the time he returned. Zhongli drifts in and out of consciousness, ears pricking up at the slightest sounds; he's tuned to the sound of the door opening, the rustling of clothes and muffled sounds of running water.

Zhongli is a little more awake now, but if he closes his eyes again he knows he won't be able to keep this up. He barely manages to crack an eye open and turn, when the bed dips and a hand comes from underneath, sliding across his chest in a loose hug. He breathes, the smell of their shared shampoo filling his nose.

“Ajax,” Zhongli mutters heavy with sleep, relaxing into his embrace.

“I’m home,” Childe kisses the nape of his neck, brushing his hand over Zhongli’s chest repeatedly in a soothing gesture. He inches himself closer until their bodies are flush, and Zhongli can feel the slow, steady beat of his heart against his back. “Sorry for making you wait,”

“Welcome home,” Zhongli says with what little energy he has left, and he finally closes his eyes, giving in to the tender embrace of sleep. Childe follows suit soon after, slipping off with him into his dreams.

#diabetic tooth rotting plaque inducing fluff #ignore the typos they don’t exist!! #zhongli x childe #childe x zhongli #zhongchi #tartali #genshin impact #genshin drabbles #原神 #genshin #nomelwelloy

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Childe watching Zhongli from his window upstairs, head in his hand, elbow resting on the sill, his gaze goes wherever the consultant walks- the flower shop, the bakery, down the street past the fountain. To his dismay, Zhongli disappears from view when he strays into a stationery store, but only momentarily, before reappearing with a small paper bag in hand.

Childe watches Zhongli stroll leisurely down the street, taking in the pastel buildings, meandering waterways and lush flower-sprinkled shrubbery.

Zhongli remains unbeknownst to Childe's eyes. His steps are unhurried and relaxed.

A smile tugs on the corner of Childe's lips, taking in the sight of his lover making his way back to their accommodation with flowers, breakfast and a quaint package in his arms, like he would on occasional weekends back in Liyue. His smile widens till it hurt, and he presses his face into his hand as his gaze seems to blur. He quickly blinks, clearing his vision to catch the last of Zhongli disappearing into their building lobby.

Zhongli appears not long after. A fond expression graces his features at the sight of Childe coming up to greet him. "You're awake," Zhongli kisses his forehead. He runs a gloved hand over his bare shoulder, lips chasing after with another kiss to his skin.

"You've been busy," Childe returns the smile, setting aside the flowers and bakes. "What have you got there?" he peers into the paper bag and retrieves a copy of Fables de Fontaine.

"If you're not busy today, I was thinking we could read this together." Zhongli sheds his coat and gloves with an air of elegance that makes Childe's heart flutter, with envy and admiration all at once.

They put aside the flowers in a vase and take their time with breakfast, before squeezing onto the settee by the window. They make it one-third into the book, but Childe eventually doses off, head resting in the crook of Zhongli's neck.

It is a slow, lazy day in Fontaine- a rare one amidst Childe's hectic schedule. They take their time drifting through the hours as Childe basks in the attention of his lover, soaking up every second and leaving none to waste.

#diabetic tooth-rotting plaque-inducing fluff #childe #zhongli #zhongli x childe #childe x zhongli #tartali #zhongchi #genshin #genshin drabble #genshin impact #原神 #nomelwelloy

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Childe hums, amidst the thoughtful exchanges between Zhongli and the tea merchants, but he's distracted by the ring on Zhongli's hand, nested perfectly around his thumb.

He watches Zhongli run a finger over the ring every so often, almost absentmindedly, turning it gently or simply running the pad of his finger over the smooth black jade.

It's been a while since he noticed his new habit, but Childe has no plans to mention it, instead deriving the greatest satisfaction in merely observing his lover- who seems to be unaware of it himself.

Childe leans back into his chair and lets the conversation drift by him, paying just enough attention to catch keywords, but for rest of the time, he's devoted to watching Zhongli fiddle with his ring.

a/n: a little childe & zhongli brainrot to heal the soul and perhaps tide over this drought (thumbsup)

#zhongli #childe #zhongchi #tartali #zhongli x childe #childe x zhongli #genshin #原神 #genshin impact #genshin minific #genshin drabble #nomelwelloy

[nomelwelloy]

Childe & dragonli idea dump!!

fluff and shenanigans

Thinking Childe and dragonli lazing at Luhua Pool during of their days off or something and Childe thinks it’s funny to put a snoozing dragonli onto a giant lotus leaf. He gives it a light nudge until it is drifting in the middle of the pool and of course when Dragonli wakes up he’s extremely unimpressed and just stands there-he doesn’t move for a good 5 seconds when he does a godly nimble jump off the leaf, rebounding off Childe as he kicks off him and lands elegantly on the water’s edge.

One moment Childe is laughing to himself and the next he’s up to his head in the water. When he resurfaces, he’s met with a smug looking dragon who is padding off into the shade of a willow tree.

Later when they’re back at the harbour, Childe frowns, jokingly protesting at how Zhongli was just ruthless!! But Zhongli, now back to his human form, gives him a quiet, playful smile. “I think you’d merely tripped, my love, you should be more careful next time.” (*¯︶¯*)

#原神 #genshin impact #fic ideas #idea dump #childe #zhongli #dragonli #dragon zhongli #childe x zhongli #zhongli x childe #zhongchi #tartali #nomelwelloy

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Alhaitham & Kaveh mini scenario

sfw, fluff, domestic vibes :)

Alhaitham comes home to find Kaveh in his bed, completely knocked out and unresponsive to his prompts.

He doesn’t smell like alcohol, but rather soap and clean clothes. His hair is a little damp, blonde tresses tumbling like ropes frame his face.

Kaveh looks tired; a dusting of purple beneath his eyes hint at the long nights he’s been having, slaving away at his desk for an overdue project. Alhaitham knows this, especially because of the unholy number of times he’s been woken up in the dead of night. It seems a little unfair that Kaveh now gets to sleep so care-freely, not even on a pillow but sprawled in the middle of his bed.

He has an arm over his stomach and the other holding the towel above his head. With his legs outstretched like a starfish, the whole image looks almost comical, but the way his cheek is pressed against the comforter and his chest rising and falling in gentle breaths, causes something to stir in Alhaitham.

He eventually decides against waking Kaveh and instead pulls the blankets over him. He tucks it under his chin when Kaveh suddenly stirs, shifting to his side. Only when he is still again does Alhaitham move away. Kaveh looks comfortable, and Alhaitham is almost jealous, when he notices a little crease settling between his brow.

There is probably no need for it- as with tucking Kaveh into his own bed- but Alhaitham reaches over to smooth it out with his thumb. He does not quite know why he’s done all this, yet the peaceful expression returned to Kaveh’s face is a reassuring one- a great contrast to the pinched tension he’s had for the past few days.

Alhaitham eventually closes the door behind him and resumes his routine for the night. In the end, he sleeps on the couch with a spare blanket from his cupboard. In the morning, he wakes to find Kaveh gone from his room, but the bed is made- neater than it ever was before. Alhaitham doesn’t move to touch the crease-free sheets, neatly stacked pillows or perfectly folded blanket resting on the edge of his bed. He doesn’t need to, knowing exactly what it’ll smell like, and that knowledge tugs at his heart with a sort of thrill he’s unfamiliar with, but will stay no stranger to.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin minific #原神 #genshin fic #haikaveh #kavetham #alhaitham #Kaveh #kaveh x alhaitham #alhaitham x kaveh #nomelwelloy

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Childe & Zhongli drabble

| modern au, sfw, (childe just flirts)

a/n: if anyone's interested in this becoming a miniseries, lmk! it’ll mean a lot <3 happy reading :)

reblogs are also very appreciated!

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“What do you want?”

He asks into the dark, his voice quiet and low. The air-conditioning hums imperceptibly in the background, barely heard above the creak of a chair as Zhongli takes his seat behind his desk.

It’s as good as a throne, Childe thinks, appreciating the way the florescent lights from the city below silhouette the looming frame of the chair. It shrouds Zhongli in shadow, and it only adds to the mystery of his actions, of why Childe was summoned here at such a late hour. Childe cannot recall anything he might have done wrong, and he decides instead to try and relax as he stands before him, like a guard awaiting instructions.

Neither have bothered with the lights since they stepped into the office. Childe watches a small orange flame come to life with the click of a lighter, and Zhongli lights his pipe to take a slow, thoughtful drag.

“You’ve risen the ranks faster than most,” he begins, “And you have contributed much to the business. Now, you are here," he gestures at the room, “by the strong recommendation of your supervisor for a promotion,” he takes another drag. “One cannot help but wonder what is it you are truly after."

Childe lets the words sink in, and he has to take a moment to think before he replies, “Nothing,”

Truthfully, his mind has been elsewhere this whole time, enraptured by Zhongli's every movement. Whatever he did, his eyes naturally seemed to follow.

He's seen Zhongli sink a knife into a man’s chest and twist it like a key in a lock, hold another’s head underwater without batting an eye. And all the while, Childe had found himself paralyzed by a feeling that made his lungs stall and heart pound. (No, it isn’t fear, because Childe could do twice as much and barely feel his pulse skip.)

Even now, though his eyes struggle to discern his broad frame from the shadows, he cannot look away when Zhongli takes another drag from his pipe to dispel a cloud from his lips…

“Oh?” Zhongli chuckles, and the cloud is scattered into the darkness. “Let me help you spell it out: if you want to kill me, now’s your best shot.”

Childe blinks, a little taken aback, yet amused at his forwardness. “Thank you,” he replies with a lighthearted chuckle, “but I’ve never had any intention of hurting you in the slightest, ever.” He feels the weight of Zhongli’s gaze on him; picking him apart, peeling back his skin, scrutinising every fibre of his thought, his intention, of his being. Childe has seen that look on him, and rarely ever do things bode well for those who have received it.

“And I should believe you?” he questions, gently expelling another puff of smoke, and his gaze eventually drifts to the window. “Don’t let a good opportunity go to waste.” He mutters, something distant about his voice.

“I assure you,” Childe hopes he sounds as earnest as he looks with his palms splayed against the air. “I don't want to do anything. I just… want to be good at this job. It's the only thing that has worked out for me.”

Zhongli puts away his pipe and pours himself a glass of whiskey, emptying it in one gulp. He pours another, but this time, as if his attention has shifted elsewhere, he sets the glass down on the table.

“Come,” he says to him after a moment’s thought.

Childe’s feet move on their own towards the desk, and Zhongli indicates for him to come around it. He holds out his gloved hand, palm turned downwards.

“Remove it,”

At this distance, Childe can make out the faint contour of his sharp features, his amber eyes taking on a dark garnet in his light, and he feels like he's being sucked into a vortex. His eyes drop to the ring on Zhongli's outstretched hand, the dull silver band that's wrapped around his thumb.

An accessory or gift, Childe lets himself wonder for a brief moment. He carefully removes it, placing it on the desk with a soft thud. He glances up, and Zhongli prompts him again with a lift of his finger.

With steady hands, he gently removes the glove, and he quietly gasps. In the silence of the room, it is deafening. He immediately regrets it, yet part of him cannot bring himself to pull away.

“The sleeve,” Zhongli prompts once more when Childe has stilled.

He does as he’s told, rolling the sleeve up to his elbow. It’s as if Zhongli's arm was dipped in black paint, smeared up to his bicep where it begins to fade into pale skin. Almost to check if it were real, Childe touches his arm, until he realises it is neither paint nor dust, nor injury. “Sir-”

In an unforeseen move Zhongli grabs his wrist in an iron-tight grip, and the back of his hand begins to glow a soft golden light in the shape of a diamond. The illuminated marks run a line along his forearm and disappear up his sleeve. Where they continue, Childe is only left to imagine.

His amber eyes return, pulsing like embers in a fire. “If you lie to me,” he growls, leaving his statement unfinished, but the subtlest curl of his lip suggests a challenge veiled behind that threat.

There is no possibility of leaving the organisation alive now, not after witnessing something like this. Yet, of all the emotions he should be experiencing, a newfound confidence begins to swell in him- along with something else, something that causes his heart to hammer in a way he knows that if he accepts all this before him, he’s done for. There’s no going back now.

Ignoring all warnings of his rational mind, Childe leans in to brush his lips against Zhongli’s inner wrist, and it earns an audible gasp from the latter. “What are you doing-”

The latter lags, and Childe takes advantage of this to turn his hand over and press his lips to the illuminated diamond etched into Zhongli's skin. He gaze darts up to meet with Zhongli, whose usually stoic expression is betrayed by a wrinkle between his brow, illuminated by the ambient glow of his tattoos.

Childe forces his voice steady. “I pledge my loyalty and life to the cause,” he breathes, his stomach fluttering and his blood singing, “to you,”

Zhongli immediately yanks his hand away, and the glowing embers of his eyes begin to simmer with rage. All other emotions are wiped clean from his face. He promptly pulls his sleeve down and grabs his glove.

Childe feels the burn of his brief gaze sweep over him, and he wills his knees not to give out right there and then. He can only watch as Zhongli storms out the room, slamming the doors shut behind him.

Childe is left in the dark, his mind whirling in the remains of Zhongli's smoke and cologne. He is frozen to the spot for a good minute, and when he finally comes to his senses, he feels like he might puke.

“Fuck…” he mutters, grabbing the crystal glass and downing its contents in one gulp. The whiskey burns his throat, moving like lava down his oesophagus, settling into his stomach like tamed fire.

It barely calms his nerves, but he’ll need more than that for what he’s just done. He’s really fucked up this time.

#genshin #genshin impact #原神 #genshin minific #genshin drabbles #tartali #zhongchi #zhongli #childe #childe x zhongli #zhongli x childe #nomelwelloy