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mondaymelon · 6 months

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hi :)) can i make a request about zhongli who has a s/o who is very self conscious and has low self esteem?? like they’re just constantly hating on themselves and have nothing good to say about themselves making poor zhongli worried :((

₊˚ෆ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃… | zhongli, xiao, childe x gn!reader

[ "archons forbid you in having these thoughts once more. love, you are perfect, and please don't let anyone sway that." ]

— "archons, why did i just do that? ...fuck, i'm such an idiot..."

ZHONGLI interrupted the occasional stroke of his ink-stained brush upon silk canvas, his gilded eyes glancing up and searching your face until they met yours.

"Love, why are you..." His voice trailed off as his gaze filled with warm concern, his expression softening as his brows furrowed, as if he couldn't even begin to fathom why'd you think such a thing. He set down the brush in its hold, before moving to stand. You were sat on the couch across from his desk, where you could remain in his line of sight as he did his duties, and now you were curled up on its cushions, looking at him with the corners of your mouth slightly drawn down into a pout.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He sat down next to you, unsure of how close he should get, and so hovered an arm's length away from your form. You quietly shook your head in a frustrated manner, and he made a short hum of acknowledgement. "Love, come here. Let's take a break together, you and me, alright?"

When he had received your approval, he gently held you in his arms, stroking a gloved hand in your hair soothingly. He was warm, his tall figure engulfing you, and you melted at his touch. "...Zhongli, why do you love someone like me?"

You felt his fingers' delicate touch abruptly still to a halt at your words. Silence encompassed the room, and Zhongli shifted in his seat, drawing closer and finally moving his hand to your face, grabbing at your chin and tilting it upwards so you had no choice but to stare into his glittering eyes. The traces of a smile lingered on his lips. "It'd be impossible not to."

How come your vision had grown so cloudy? "I'm bad. At everything. I can't do anything right."

"Just who told you that? Love, your character is beautiful. You're diligent, hard-working, talented, with a golden heart... it makes me wonder how I even was able to join hands with you in the first place." His corners of his mouth were truly curved upwards now, and he met your gaze with a close eyed smile, his dark-lashed lids fluttering. "Archons forbid... please don't tell that to yourself again, alright?"

Hot tears begun to spill from your eyes at his words. No, that couldn't be true. How... how come it was possible for someone like to trust you to this extent?

Ah, I know why. The thought came to you as he kissed the tears from your sorrow-laden lashes. "I love you."

His cheeks warmed just the slightest, his gaze of melted gold soft as a smile graced his lips once more.

"Yes, I love you too." ₊˚ෆ

— "agh, messed up again... archons, how come i can't do anything right??"

XIAO's head snapped up as soon as the words were uttered into the midnight air, immediately emerging from the shadows by your side as you stared over the edge of Wangshu Inn's balcony, tightly gripping the wooden railings.

"What... What did you just say?" You flinched at his sudden presence, something you had still yet to grow accustomed to. The adeptus had a habit of listening in on your rambles with yourself, and appeared whenever he deemed fit. However, your words now seemed to have angered him, as eyes were narrowed in displeasure, his cat-like diamond pupils forming mere slits.

"Is there... something wrong?" You tilted your head in confusion, watching a flit of emotions cross Xiao's face in a mere split-second.

"Yes. Three steps away." His voice made it clear that it was no mere request. Complying to his order, you duly backtracked the said amount, empty hands raised in front of you as a sign of surrender. "Don't get too close to the railing. It's dangerous."

You almost laughed. "Ah, but won't you save me if I happen to fall?"

"That's granted." Xiao scoffed, nodding a little too quickly after your question, but caught himself. It seemed that he had, in fact, learned a thing or two about mortal speech from you. "No, don't change the topic now. What you said earlier... do you really believe that?"

"...Well, it's true, isn't it?" You faced the scenery in front of you, the blue, slightly cloud dusted skies, the grooves of the land and the jagged mountains poking up out of harsh stone... it was an easier sight than looking into the adeptus' eyes at the moment. His eyes were acute, perceptive, honed sharply after years of service. Oh, that was the truth, wasn't it? You were afraid that he'd see too much in your gaze, and that he'd know how much of a pathetic failure you were, with nothing but mistake after mistake following your every movement-

"Hey." There was a light touch on your wrist - Xiao's gloved fingers, wrapping around it gently. "Just what are you thinking about? You look... upset, and I don't like it." There it was. His clear eyes, staring into yours with concern. "You... You said you couldn't do anything right, but that's not true at all, love."

Love.

Xiao had never been one to display much affection, yet he had readily agreed to use such a name for his one and only. His voice was quiet, gentle, nothing like how you had first imagined it in the days after the two of you's first encounter.

"Thank you, Xiao." You finally turned to him, face breaking into a smile, and you saw his tense figure visibly relax at your contentment.

"...What for?"

"For being here. Everything." In the dim moonlight, you just might've glimpsed the whisper of a smile on the adeptus' lips, a secret one, a small one, just for you.

"There's no need to thank me. It was the least I could do." ₊˚ෆ

— "seriously?? this is the eighth damn... i knew i it, i'm absolute shit at everything i do... "

CHILDE's eyes widened as he spun to look at you, his mouth forming a round 'o' as he spotted the countless ink splatters on the paper, on your table, on your fingers, staining your clothes - everything.

...And upon seeing the chaos, clutched his sides and burst into several bouts of laughter that stretched on for minutes. When he was done with his ridicule, he placed his hands on his hips dramatically, a playful smile still decorating his joyful expression. "Aha- Love, just what...?" His voice trailed off, surely there was no need to finish his sentence? There could only be one possible thing he was referring to, and it was the absolute mess you had created, and a mess that you now sat in the center of, blinking awkwardly with a wobbly half-smile on your lips.

"Uhm... I tried to... Ugh, nevermind..." You crumpled up the canvas sheet filled with incoherent scribbles and threw it into some archon-forsaken corner, where you prayed it would never cross your line of sight again. Under your breath, you mumbled out several curse words, a frown tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Shit, this is why no one should place any faith in me, good for nothing..."

The smile on his face dropped. Curse him, and his stupidly acute hearing. Instantly, he was a mere two inches away from you, deep ocean eyes boring into yours in an almost uncanny manner. "...Hey, just now, care to repeat that?"

"...Good for nothing...?" You flinched, unsure of where the sudden wave of bloodlust that was currently flooding your senses had come from - until you glanced up at Childe, who stood over you, his eyes closed in a happy smile but the expression on his face anything but happy.

"Who told you that?" His voice was venomous, it felt like you were being poisoned just listening to it. A dark shadow cast over his eyes, as if this were some dramatic soap opera.

"Did someone have to?" You sighed, waving your hand in the air in a dismissive way. "It's true, though. I seriously can't get anything right, and I haven't even gotten started on what I don't like about myself-"

"Stop." Childe held a finger over your mouth, pressing it to your lips and effectively bringing your words to a halt. "Stop, stop stop, it's all wrong, love!" He looked like a kicked puppy, his eyes downcast and a pout on his lips, and you could practically imagine the ginger folded ears and tail that might've been. "Seriously, how do you even think up of these kinds of things?? They're not true at all!"

Why was he so adamant on this? "But... it is?"

"That's it." Childe waltzed over to where you sat on the ground, before grabbing you from the middle and hoisting you over his shoulder, giving a little huff when you wriggled to try and break free from his grasp. "We're going on a one-week vacation. To Mondstadt. Inazuma. Sumeru. Fontaine. Shneznaya, for all I care. Just not here."

"Do... Do I have a say in this?" You frowned slightly from your position, you arms dangling over your head as you fought your hardest not to laugh.

"No."

"What's even wrong with here, why..."

"Shush. Let me take care of you, won't you?" ₊˚ෆ

(a/n) apapapappow second request done!! im not doing all that bad hehehe... wish me luck on my ap class midterm!! i should be studying rn but uhm uhm yes genshin men are first priority >>>

-> teehee what if yall left a message on my christmas tree 😶😶😶

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euniveve · 5 months

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(𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐬) 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 - zhongli

pairings: zhongli x reader tags: angst & fluff (mainly fluff tho with sprinkles of angst), wife! reader, mentioned xiao w.c: 946 a.n: happy birthday my darling husband here's your birthday gift, the drabble that i rewrote; my fellow sibling spouses, enjoy

Your lashes flutter as you look down, your lips carefully pressed against the red paper to leave a cherry-red stain. A soft breath escapes your lip and your gaze shifts back to the jade mirror. Scenes such as this, remind you of your duty to your husband, to your nation– and yet as you glide your fingers, carefully blending the stain to your natural lip colour; your husband, Morax stood behind you and began parting your hair, his fingers already braiding it and arranging into an elaborate updo.

This is a maid’s job – but the lord of geo has always insisted on doing this task himself; and how could he not? Another minute in your presence and feeling your being under his touch is another minute well-spent. His beautiful wife, his only love.

You watch his thick finger take one of the many golden hairpins on your jewellery box, the intricacies of the designs complimenting the placement of your bun– and your husband’s amber eyes gleam from the light cast by the metal, a soft smile sitting on his lips as he hummed a familiar tune.

Your heartbeat skips, and you relish sight of his majestic form; his toned arm that’s dipped in gold, his glowing antlers that resemble the warm sun, his rich brown hair that so elegantly drapes against his shoulders and frames the sides of his face–

'Mirrors,’ you thought, breathless and lips parting, ‘really are great inventions',

"Dearest?" His deep, sweet voice says; vibrating down your spine with warmth, hypnotizing you further into his hold. Ah yes, Morax, the man standing behind you, the god watching over you, is everything he is supposed to be and more.

"Not- Nothing!" You manage to say, flashing him a nervous smile before you shake your head, trying to save face in front of him– a wife should maintain some dignity after all.

Morax chuckled, his calloused fingers finally placing the last hairpin as you reached to take a brush from your vanity and dip it in the porcelain pot of red-stained beeswax. A personal gift from Morax's anemo yaksha, one he so offhandedly gifts after you flick your finger on his forehead, warning him to not take his duties too far. You worry over that boy– the more times he comes to the palace, the more scars riddle his body.

And yet he fights anyway.

You could only hope that one day, the sweet yaksha will learn to smile again. A smile he once held, a smile like your husband's.

Morax's golden fingers soon find their way to yours, breaking your thoughts and submerging you deeper into his warm comforting embrace.

"Let me help you, darling," he whispered into your ear, his hot breath hitting the tip, making you shudder from the sensation. Feeling your cheeks heating up from his declaration, you shyly nod and turn your back to face him.

His finger makes contact with your face and you are instantly reminded of his domain. Like it, the colossus on his fingertips is rough; his hold unmoving despite being so gentle. But you close your eyes and with no hesitation, you place your face safely in his grasp. Morax, the God of Contracts, is capable of many things, but hurting you isn’t one of them.

You feel a cold touch on your forehead, knowing that with careful precision – your husband is drawing a plum blossom, your favourite flower.

"There," he said softly, planting a gentle kiss on your red-stained lips, making his appear to have a slight tint. You stifled a giggle at the sight, brushing your fingers against his lips, moving them slightly and forcing his smile to grow wider.

Morax raises his brow, thinking that you are trying to play with his face – he opens his jaw and tilts his head, breaking out a burst of unexpected joy-filled laughter from you.

"Here,” you giggled, remembering how Xiao too, acts like this when you try to force a smile at him, “lǎo gōng."

The brown-haired man hummed, watching as you tried to tell him what to do with just your face, urging him to mimic your movements. He surprisingly understood, fitting his face on the palm of your hand and closing his eyes; trusting you completely when he felt your fingers taking the brush from his fingers.

‘Xiao,’ you recalled, ‘could really be his son..’

‘Bright golden eyes… same stubbornness…’

You giggle again, carefully painting the edge of the stone lord’s eyes, the same way as his warrior has his painted.

‘Same behaviours… same selflessness…’

"Open your eyes," you whispered and Morax instantly obeyed, his piercing amber gaze taking in your face inches from his. You smile, shifting from your seat and allowing him to see both of you in the jade mirror.

And there it was, the both of you. Rex Lapis and his wife. You couldn’t help but widen your smile, blinking slowly as you whisper underneath your breath; "Xiao would love this.”

Then you snickered to yourself, already imagining the look on the yaksha's face when he had seen what you had done. It would probably hold horror and awe, yet still accompanied by subtle gratefulness he would display in between quiet murmurs. Indeed, you should probably talk to Morax about adopting him…

The geo god lets out a small chuckle as he wraps his arm around you, enveloping you back into his warm embrace. His lips kiss your neck, his face buried on its crook. With a nostalgic sigh he takes in the bliss this scene emits. A short pleasure in the inevitable long life of the Geo Archon.

"He'd have to thank you for that, my precious wife."

#☁️◝ the holy codice: little musings #zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin x reader #zhongli fluff #zhongli angst #morax x reader #rex lapis #morax

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dxwnstxr · 8 months

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Electrifying

Fandom: Genshin impact

Characters: scaramouche x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: creme pie, name calling, degrading, praising, clit playing, fingering, pounding, spanking, comforting during sex, breeding, praise kink, nipple play, breast sucking, sub! reader, dom! scaramouche, crying during sex, aftercare but not shown

A/n: I have a Xiao smut draft just sitting in my drafts. This might be the cringiest thing I've written....

His fingers dug into your sides as scaramouche's abdomen slapped against your rear. You bit down on the closet pillow to you, gripping it tightly. Scara quickly pulled out and slapped your ass hard. Leaving a reddened mark.

"Ride me, slut"

His harsh words made you sulk. You always loved scaramouche, but you wished he'd be a bit more nice during sex. Scara sat down, his back pressing against the headboard of the bed. Hoisting yourself over his lap, you sank yourself back onto his length. Feeling him stretch you back open resulted in gripping scaramouche's shoulders. Hard enough to leave marks.

"I-it hurts"

You'd whimper out. Your forehead resting itself on his shoulder, hiding your face from his view.

"You'll be fine. You just need a kick start"

Scara would reply, bucking his hips up into you. A high-pitched moan left your soft lips.

"S-scara s-stop"

He didn't seem to care, continuously rutting his hips into yours. Though they soon came to a halt when he felt water droplets drip down his shoulder.

"Y/n?"

He whispered into your ear. He stopped his movements and let you relax. Gently, sliding his hand up and down your back, he took his other hand and moved your hair to the side. Placing soft, delicate kisses to the crook of your neck, he waited for you.

"Can I see your face, pretty?"

Sniffling once, you slowly lifted your head up. Your nose close to his as he was now able to see your tear stained cheeks and watery eyes.

"I'm sorry hun"

He spoke lovingly, cupping your cheek.

"Do you wanna stop?"

After a few seconds, you shook your head 'no'. Scara then placed a delicate kiss to your cheek and leaned back.

"Then go at your pace pretty girl"

He didn't move a muscle. He wanted you to only di what you were comfortable with. Slowly but surely, you started to rock your hips. Earning a grunt from scara. Leaning forward, scara took one of your nipple into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the peek, sucking it in between his teeth. Letting go with a pop, he made open kisses all around your wet peek.

"That's it, just like that beautiful"

You finally got into it, grinding your hips into his at a faster pace than before. You never usually lasted long whenever you both did it. And scara made sure you were always to one to cum first. So it was no surprise to him when he felt you clamp down on him.

"You going to cum on my cock pretty lady? C'mon, now, use your words"

He grunted, leaving harsh marks on your collar bone.

"I-im g-gonna.. a-ahh"

Scara brought his slender fingers down to your swollen clit, drawing a circular motion onto the bud.

"Be a good girl and cum for me"

He whispered into your ear. Tightening around his girth, you came on his length. Not long after you, scara's hands quickly made their way to your ass as he thrusted himself into you again. He thrusted his cum inside you, filling you to the brim. Pushing you backward, your back hit the coldness of your both's mattress. Scara gently pulled out of you and watched as his cum followed, dripping from your cunt.

Taking two fingers, he scooped the mixture of your and his release and pushed it back into your stimulated hole. He thrusted his fingers deep into you, making sure you didn't loose a drop.

"Don't waste any pretty girl, or I'll just have to fill you up again."

#scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader smut #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche #genshin scara #scara x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #xreader #genshin smut #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #smut

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ventismacchiato · 10 months

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40 behind the lens — paper rings !

scaramouche x g!n reader

⇢ ˗ˏˋ time skip of three years ࿐ྂ

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ you and kuni graduate at the top of your respected classes and have been dating for almost five years now, known properly as the campus it couple

✰ neither of you moved in together until last year when everyone else started moving out of the shared content houses

✰ first xiaoae move out together, then childe, then heikazu, albenari, then ayaka going back home and venti living on his own

✰ living in the houses on your own was essentially a waste of money and space so jean ended your leases and you guys finally moved in together

✰ and after graduation, with jean’s help, you’re able to slide into the industry pretty easily with your large fanbases

✰ you start off as side characters that grow in popularity since your fans watch the shows and movies you star in just for you both

✰ i like to think kuni double majored in child psych along with film in case acting didn’t work out in his favor so he’s pretty and smart

✰ but since this is fiction it did work out for him cus dreams come true #livelaughlove

✰ id like to think star/you would also act but probably dials it down to direct full time instead

✰ you preferred to direct compared to acting so eventually you started to fund your own projects with kuni on your cast which helped you grow

✰ you try not to cast kuni in every one of your movies because then it’ll look like favoritism but he prefers to star in ones you direct

✰ you also get your friends to be extras a lot, most of the time it’s childe who begs you to let him be in the back for movies

✰ you guys probably don’t get engaged for a while despite living together, blaming it on scara’s commitment issues and the fact that your careers are your main focus

✰ alongside luna, your previous black cat, you probably adopt another white one alongside scara

✰ as for actor!scara headcanons imagine scara on hot ones, that one show on youtube, and he has a straight face the entire time as he eats the hottest wings and answers questions about you

✰i think he’d have a lot of fun on shows like that, example would be eat it or spill it by jimmy fallon, he would annihilate them

✰ he probably does all his own stunts, always giving you a heart attack as you see him falling from heights on harnesses, sometimes he convinces the staff to fool you into thinking he actually got hurt due to a broken rope as he plummets to the ground

✰ he does it so much that there’s enough content for ‘scara pretending to die in front of yn for ten minutes straight’ compilations

✰ you guys probably stream when you can but not as much with your jobs, i think star doing behind the scenes vlogs of you and scara together would be so cute though

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ was a communications major so he’s the PR manager for scara and you after graduating

✰ yes i know technically jean could do this but she has enough on her plate! i’m just thoughtful like that #feminist

✰ constantly trying to prevent you guys from getting into scandals, which is hard when scara cannot keep his opinions to himself

✰ aether probably has a heart attack everytime scara goes off to do interviews since scara always ignores the pre written answers and goes on tangents, which his fans love but twitter not so much

✰ xiao as an animator wud be so sexy guys. like walk with me here imagine an operation true love anime after the drama and webtoon are a hit so he gets to animate for the anime and storyboards with albedo

✰ i’m tryna intertwine all of them even after they graduate can you tell

✰ as for him and aether they probably tie the knot a little while after graduating, small wedding with just close friends and family

✰ xiao would edit one of those pretty wedding videos that youtubers do

✰ but they don’t film the entire wedding for their channels cus they gotta gatekeep

✰ id say xiao probably still streams but he mainly just draws with music in the background or works on his stardew town with aether

✰ xiao probably strains his wrist a lot from all the work he does so at promotion events he’s always wearing a brace on his hand

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ okay in this au let’s all pretend he’s the creator of operation true love cus rmbr he’s a writing major and a huge romantic

✰ like how sexy is that, obviously it does well cus all his fans all read it and so it gets turned into a drama

✰ directed by you of course starring kuni as eunhyuk

✰ he’s still head over heels and throwing up in love with heizou, they probably adopt a cat together when they move in together

✰ i imagine if kazuha ever wrote a murder mystery novel he’d have heizou read it to decipher if the culprit was too easy to figure out

✰ nothing really exciting about heizou’s major in this au, he probably just becomes a detective and streams on the side, known as kazuha’s partner in the entertainment industry and attends all the events when he can

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ obviously goes into the art industry, works on a lot of graphic novels and novel covers and sometimes album covers

✰ when kazuha’s work gets turned into mangas or graphic novels he always does the art for it

✰ he probably paints nari’s favorite flowers for him and they adorn their house’s walls

✰ i’d say he doesn’t stream as much anymore but if he does it’s probably just him doing commissions with music in the background

✰ nari’s major is also not exciting in this au, probably becomes a forest ranger or a college professor

✰ albedo builds him a greenhouse in the back of their house for him

✰ the type to bring hurt animals home and fosters them back to health

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

childe

✰ stealing from my pookie mrbeast for inspo

✰ he probably does stuff like has a whole business for his videos and side hustles like merch and a food company

✰ like maybe he and diluc collab to make an energy drink or something

✰i mentioned he fancies diluc like once in a previous chapter so that’s why he’s with diluc who streams a little

✰ they probably met properly at another twitch con or creator event

✰ very wow factor oriented like he does more than just stream games, he prefers to work on big challenge videos and loves giving away money

✰ like he would host those extreme hide-and-seek challenges with all his youtuber/streamer friends in weird locations and get them to do weird dares with him

✰ i think heizou would win those types of videos most of the time, whereas scara barely tries and still seems to almost win

✰ diluc probably does one stream a month because it’s not his entire focus, probably also a business major and just appears in childe’s videos once in a while

✰ how cute would it be if childe was always at his 110% in videos and extra hyper to make them more entertaining but when diluc joins him he’s more calm and cute

venti

✰ his streaming fanbase gives him a jumpstart in his music career yk how it is

✰ does a bunch of osts for shows and movies. still streams but also is a popular musician

✰ not an idol 😍🤞 has to be a little different than jptp but does start out by opening for tours and makes it on billboard

✰ i do think he’d eventually do a world tour though on his own and stray away from streaming to focus on his music, would probably just upload vlogs if anything

✰ does the operation true love ost so everyone is working tgt and he’s single in this au cus #singlerep

ayaka

✰ honestly i don’t care what happens to ayaka she’s just there ig

✰ keep doing what ur doing queen! i’ll support you from all the way over here!

behind the lens !

masterlist — prev | next

yes i’m using yeonjun as scaras face 🤞

also sorry if this isn’t as in depth as the jptp one i’m just tryna wrap this fic up ☠️

author’s notes — just like jptp i just wanted to do a bunch of headcanons :] this is how i envision their future and if u don’t agree talk to the wall cus idc 😊

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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#scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader smau #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #head in hands free me #behind the lens smau

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anantaru · 1 year

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✦ ۫ 𑄼ల۫ ۪ DEC 8TH — FAVORITE WINTER ACTIVITIES

featuring: heizou, childe, xiao, albedo, diluc, itto, scaramouche, al-haitham x gn! reader

genre: fluff, crack ૮⍝◠ ·̫ ◠⍝ა | event.

✦ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

decorating the house

for heizou and you it was important to decorate and celebrate a warm and warm-hearted christmas vibe, the atmosphere being filled with both kindness and compassion, symbolizing your love to each other and the new season.

"how does this look?"

heizou held a dainty figurine in his hand, symbolizing an angel, wrapped in a white little garment as he held it on to the drawer next to the big christmas tree, being unsure if it would fit.

"I love it! it fits the white ornaments on our tree."

your glowing face was definitely better than the wintery season itself, the sides of your lips were split in an enticing smile as you walked towards him.

"i love the sound of 'our' tree."

flabbergasted with joy and delight he put the small figurine on the desk so he could place his hands on your waist, drawing you closer.

a kiss, only one, saying more than one thousand words, that threw you off reality, feeling like your feet barely touched the ground anymore.

upon pulling away, you held his cheeks in your palms, continuing, "we should continue to decorate." grabbing the silver ribbons and glitter off the table you tried to pull away from his grasp as he hooked his hand into you.

watching him with a confused expression, you continued, "there‘s still things to do on the tree."

"OUR tree, don't mess it up now."

✦ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

ice fishing

with ajax having an immense advantage surrounding this particular hobby— due to his father and him spending lots of time ice fishing together when he was little, he made it his duty to show you all the little tricks he had up his sleeve.

"wait, hold it like this."

your fingers were desperately cramping around the fishing rod, your hands struggling as he took them in his palm, wiggling you into the right direction.

"see, isn't that better?" his warm breath on your cheeks surely made you experience another familiar feeling, your smile being wide as you drew your eyes to him, thankful. "you're right."

"father and i always came here on the exact same spot, he showed me everything I'm showing you right now."

of course, you knew ajax was a big family person, his family was everything he had with you counting as a member of it as well.

the first time you met his parents you could still remember how excited he was, contentment warmed him from within when you were gradually opening up to them, laughing at each others jokes. He was so proud.

proceeding to let out some line from the fishing rod— so you could set the hook much further, you eagerly listened to the stories ajax would tell you about his childhood.

between the physical cold of the wintry day in snezhnaya, you shared each others company. An icy beauty was roaming, gently, a white sparkle as fine as any crystal would be when it began to snow, making the day very much more beautiful.

✦ 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

sledding

with a puffy winter coat, xiao and you decided to go out sledding, well, not quite.

you actually had that brilliant idea and xiao followed suit, he wanted to make sure nothing was happening and that you weren't going to catch a cold, as if he could prevent that in the first place.

"are you sure you aren't too cold? we can still go back."

there it was again, your laugh echoed through the icy area as you turned around to watch xiao place the sled on the ground, his brows being slightly scrunched together in thought.

"i'm fine, are you ready though?" obviously, teasing him was one of your favorite things to practice, xiao never went sledding before and he was quite fond of the idea to share a new experience with his s/o.

"why shouldn't i be?" embarrassingly shifting his weight from side to side, he crossed his arms over his body, the cold air continuing to color his cheeks in a red hue.

"nothing nothing, we should start the fun!"

sledding every cold season comes and goes, but doing it with your s/o sure leaves its own impression, one that will always be remembered within high esteem.

with the sled down, you could feel the spine chilling wind run across your bodies when you sank onto the ground with xiao following suit.

you were sitting right in between his legs, he wanted it that way even though you had suggested to change positions, xiao still wanted you to sit particularly like that so he could drape his body over yours.

upon sliding down your faces changed with yours glistering in joy and excitement, you were pretty high up the hill, meaning that the sled was far faster than you had expected.

screaming and laughing you snuggled into xiao who held his breath because he didn't know what to do or what to say, nuzzling himself into your body and watching you well up with happiness.

it brought him a ray of happiness as well, seeing you like this.

✦ 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎

ice skating

you were moving in tandem with the crystal cold on you, albedo holding your hand as the both of you skated over the frozen lake in mondstadt.

if there was beauty in teyvat, it was here, in this moment, together with every weight lifted off your soul, it felt as if you were floating with him by your side.

"how are you so good at this albedo? you said it's your first time."

it was somehow hilarious how your boyfriend seemed to literally know everything by heart, even hobbies he had never tried nor thought about before.

"it is actually quite simple, the mass of the ice is nearly perfectly constructed to hold the people of mondstadt." yeah, that wasn't what you meant but you decided not to press the conversation any further, more so would he end up telling you all about the mass and construction of ice.

either way, those little quirks surely made you fall in love in the first place, albedo's fluffy hair was engulfed by the icy air, hiding significant features of his handsome face.

with your hand tightly shut around his, you continued to dance around the ice and albedo was barely able to conceal his delight. Of course, he was always itching to learn and experience new things and now, doing that, together with you?

truly the best way to greet the cold season.

✦ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂

wrapping presents

every year, gifts were an exchange being made by friends and family, naturally diluc and you were quite entranced by the idea of sending various little goodies to your close ones, or at least, you were.

truth is, he could be a bit overwhelmed with it, when it came to gifting someone something he wasn't the most creative one either, really, he was struggling his butt off so he was happy to at least have you by his side.

"jean will love this homemade bread and hand written letter, I'm sure of it."

with that you looped a golden and red string over the packaged gift, placing it to the other already done goodies you had been working on earlier.

your eyes next, fell to diluc who was surprisingly struggling, his fingers were clumsily squeezing the wrapping paper over a dusty notebook.

"who is this gift for?"

curiosity caught the best off you as you rested your head against your palm, watching diluc add an ungodly amount of wrapping paper to the small book.

"kaeya."

how emotionless he let that name out, maybe he was too focused or he didn't want to talk about it. "you're gifting kaeya an old notebook?"

"it was my fathers, he should have it."

the next sight was adorable in your eyes, whenever diluc would get embarrassed his cheeks would flush red, sometimes the color would fade incredibly strong that it rivaled his hair.

"aw, that's so nice of you master diluc."

laughing and smiling, you rose up to wiggle yourself into his lap at last. Your boyfriend of course, let you, adoring nothing more than being close to you as you continued to watch him finish up kaeya's gift:

the gift he told you he wanted to wrap up himself.

✦ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

building a snowman

"this is stupid."

lets be honest here, you knew scaramouche wasn't fond of the idea of quote on quote playing in the snow, yet you still desperately wanted to build a snowman right in front of your home to uplift everyone's mood on the new developing season.

"come on, don't be a dealbreaker, you promised."

his eyes rolled in the back of his head as you spoke, but he didn't say anything, an annoyed groan was the last word you could perceive as he nearly finished the bottom of the snowman.

you could swore you saw a tiny sprinkle of a smile on him, maybe you were delusional but there was something that made it difficult for scaramouche to simply walk away or complain to you more.

"I'm only doing this for you so you better be thankful."

his focus was completely on you now, crystalized eyes watching you and waiting for some sort of reaction, or answer.

"i know and i‘m grateful for you."

knowing full on well it will make him flustered, you added a small giggle to your words as you brought your attention back to the headless snowman, attempting to grab onto the finished head.

"wait, let me do this." every person needed a harbor, a secure attachment and for scaramouche there was never a person like this, before you.

so even though he still despised the idea of building something as time consuming and stupid as a snowman— which will melt anyways, he wanted to at least try and show you that he was serious about another thing.

with a tiny bit of your help he settled the snowball on top of the body, you came prepared and added a tiny red scarf and a hat with scaramouche holding onto the carrot and two buttons.

in an attempt to give them to you, you turned away, beckoning him to do it himself as he followed with a deep sigh.

he was a bit rough at first so you had to make sure he wouldn't destroy the head of the snowman with his brute strength, but after careful guidance the both of you backed away to watch your craft it its full glory.

"our own creation."

with that, you wiggled your fingers into his. This sentence meant a lot to him, reminding him of a string of pain, with his eyes holding something akin to freedom.

✦ 𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

baking cookies

"DON'T TOUCH THIS ITTO IT‘S HOT!"

your screaming fell on deaf ears as itto grabbed onto the hot plate on the kitchen counter, squealing out upon making contact with it and almost throwing all of the cookies on the ground.

"ow, what the fuck?!"

with the way he was smacking the plate away, some of the cookies broke into tiny pieces as you sighed out at what your clumsy boyfriend had just did.

"noooo, we need to do it again now."

you weren't getting frustrated that often with itto's little schemes, in all honesty, you were used to it and quite accustomed to whatever measures you had to take to bath out whatever he would do or let happen.

"i didn't mean to, i swear"! worry was written all across his face with his brows being tightly scrunched together, anxiety wrinkles tickling on his forehead.

"i know, i know, lets do it again."

rubbing your eyes you walked over to your boyfriend who had an expression akin to someone who just saw a ghost as you placed your hands onto his cheeks, playfully squeezing the flesh.

"you need to concentrate."

his lips trembled as happiness threw itself at him like a comet, nodding frantically at your words as a newfound dedication swelled within him.

"okay, lets do this!"

breathing out a long sigh while shaking your head, you grabbed onto the big bowl from beforehand to start over, itto following your every step like a lost puppy who didn't know any better.

with being already familiar with the recipe, it didn't take you long to finish the dough, just a few ingredients being missing before you could go on to prepare them for the oven again.

"you know." he suddenly spoke, taking the sugar off the counter to hand it over to you with a overly confident smirk on his lips.

"what if i *did* do it on purpose to spend more time with you?"

✦ 𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

stargazing + winter camping

under the darkened sky, between the clouds, in their usual mesmerizing appearence, the glow of the stars were prancing through the transparent clouds and illuminated the world within.

al-haitham and you were nuzzled together in both heavy winter coats and a couple of blankets, sipping on a cup of tea he had prepared as you gazed away.

it was intimate, but not in a sexual way, simply in a pure, soul blooming way you sadly weren‘t able to experience all the time with the both of you being busy on a daily basis.

"did you hear about the story of teyvat and their three moons?"

his warm hand was seeking you as he looped his arm over your shoulders, drawing you close.

"no, what is it about?" even though he would deny it, al-haitham had a way with words and on how to explain certain things, quite contradicting as the akademiya‘s scribe, yet it made him the perfect story teller in your eyes.

"once there were three moon sisters, named aria, sonnet and canon living in a lunar palace."

"sounds like a fairy tale." raising your brow with a giggle you nudged yourself closer to him with al-haitham‘s eyes glued to the sky.

"it might be, but who knows? the sky is endless."

you could see the stars twinkling in his unique colored eyes. No words have been spoken for a while, the proximity filled with pure calmness as the cold air was signifying the start of a new season.

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ssseob · 1 year

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to breathe you in

your boyfriend has such a pretty face, is letting you admire it too much to ask for?

- pairing: chongyun, xiao, ayato x gn!reader (seperate)

- warnings: audible ‘aweees’ came out of my mouth while amking this, i think that says enough, lowercase intended

note: I GOT XIAO TODAY ON 16 PITY!!!!!!!!!!! hu tao ur next.

- chongyun

looking at chongyun was like breathing in the fresh scent of sea breeze; salty albeit bringing you solace. to you, he was the embodiment of alluring; reeling you in through his warm rays of light- his dorky charm.

while you were moving through every possible synonym of beautiful to exist, chongyun eyes you from his position at the counter, as he poured the blue-tinted liquid into the silicone mold- a tingling rush surged throughout his body; alerting his nerves to the strange feeling. knowing all too well that the sensation was just his body warning him that he was getting nervous, he abruptly stops the pouring- spilling the liquid on the counter.

“what's with your staring?” he asks, failing to hide nor acknowledge the rose tint painting his cheeks.

“what? can’t i admire my significant other without question?” perhaps it was the teasing whines emitting from your lips, or the confession that you were admiring him that made his body tense and subconsciously fix his posture.

“admire..? what exactly is there to admire?”

“you! you are the epitome of beauty chongyun, how could you ask such a stupid question?!”

stupid? was his question really all that stupid? last time he checked- he never seemed all that special…

“beauty..?” his brows only furrowed more when he watched your eyes light up.

“y-you’re like the sunshine on the first day of spring; you wake the flowers up from their deep slumber, making them the best versions of themselves! you are the clouds that surround celestia, the closest to heaven that I’ll ever get to! you’re- you’re… perfection!”

before he knew it you were showering him with compliments unknowingly; rambling to get your point across, and he couldn’t help but smile lovingly at the sight of you putting your heart out on display just for him to see.

(more under cut!)

- xiao

“quit your staring…”, xiao slightly stiffens at his tone; he really didn’t mean to say it so harshly.

“what’s a few seconds of staring”, you tease, drawing out the ‘g’ of your last word.

“you mortals are truly odd…” he shifts to stand up from the roof and teleports back down to the highest balcony of the inn, coming face to face with you.

he couldn’t help but blush at the sight of your eyes breathing in his; the way you searched for the sparkle that everyone ever denies was there. you saw beauty, tenderness and the raw emotion that everyone says he lacks. you drew him in as easily as a parent holding their arms out to their child; an offering of a hug, a feeling of warmth.

“c’mon xiao you’re asking the impossible if you expect me not to stare-”

“i-i never said you could never do it…”

xiao hates it, he hates how his heartbeat picks up after watching the tender smile that graces your angelic face.

“do you mind if i indulge you in your beauty?” you ask innocently, your eyes boring a shine he only wishes he could see for the rest of his years.

“tch.” although his words contradict his thoughts, he knows you know him all too well. this was confirmed when you continued your explanation.

since his time, xiao was never described to be a healer; even if he tried, chaos ensued wherever he went. the world was presented to him as a duty, and he had to attend to it, but then he found you. you were his opposite; a poet. you graced the world with your words- and your eyes that saw the beauty of all. most of all, you heal.

- ayato

it’s quite hard not to stare at ayato as he trains to wield his sword; he was far too beautiful to ignore, both inside and out. It’s hard to not give him any attention at all really.

you bask in his presence as if he's the sun, you sigh contently when around him like he's the feeling of a warm drink in your throat after a day in the cold and you take a piece of him with you every day like he's the sun who shines his reflection on the moon; giving a part of itself to show you off.

“darling, your staring”, it was an impressive sight, to say the least; how he was able to be so aware of his surroundings while focusing on the faux blade of his opponent in front of him.

“oh, y’know, just making fun of your form in my mind”, you retort, watching as he refuses to look your way but still gives you a smirk of acknowledgment.

“your lovestruck smile says otherwise”, and suddenly your hand flies up to your mouth, covering your lips that were in fact smiling.

“okay, I confess…” you assure sheepishly, trying to calm down the heat rising to your cheeks.

your embarrassing moment was then interrupted by ayato falling on his butt, groaning. you couldn’t help the snickers that came out of your mouth as you got up to help.

“ah, see if you hadn’t been staring I wouldn’t have fallen…”

“mhm, so it’s my fault? Apologies, my lord”, you tease, holding out a hand for him to take.

“precisely, you were so cute when you were staring that I couldn’t help but think of you”, he replies, taking your hand.

but instead of pulling himself up, he pulls you down, and now you were leaning dangerously close to his lips.

genshin mlist.

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kisscara · 1 year

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O9. his way of thanks [fanboy!scaramouche x drummer!reader] ⎯⎯ heartbeat rhythm series

the president of the decorating committee, keqing, makes her way to the front of the classroom. "okay, everyone. let's start planning on what we're going to do for this year's school festival. by the end of today's class, we should have our application submitted to the student council. any ideas?"

yoimiya excitedly proposes, "what about a maid café?" keqing smiles, "i don't know if the guys would be up to wearing those outfits." yoimiya pouts in response, "they could be butlers!" hu tao sputters, "that's boring. you know what we should do? a haunted house."

xingqiu glances at the brunette, "that does seem like your forte, hu tao." ayaka coyly suggests with a tilt of her head, "maybe a drama performance?" keqing uses a piece of chalk to list down the possible options on the board. yoimiya yelps, "why didn't you add the maid café idea!?"

scaramouche is sitting a seat away from you, watching you scribble little drawings on the corner of your desk. his pretty blue eyes deeply analyze your actions. everything you do is just so fascinating to him. "president, could you help us out?" keqing queries.

heizou nudges scaramouche, although it isn't enough to snap the male out of his trance. he hisses, "hey, scaramouche!" scaramouche mumbles, "drawing..."

keqing repeats in a confused state, "drawing?" heizou nervously laughs, "ha-ha, i think what he's trying to say is... ah, maybe we should do an art exhibition!" keqing hums, "interesting intake. any opposing of that idea?"

scaramouche finally gets back to the present and looks at heizou, who gives him a deadpan expression. "i just saved your ass! what caught your attention?" heizou whisper-shouts, scolding his friend. scaramouche glances back at you, where you still seem to be occupied with drawing little animals.

heizou teases him in a lilting tone, "of course."

after heizou leans towards his left side to tell xiao about it, the bell signals the end of class. scaramouche immediately stands up from his desk and goes to where venti's sitting. "hey, give me my headphones. you borrowed them long enough," scaramouche seethes. venti exclaims in return, "no way, the sound quality is so nice!"

the shorter male snatches the headset from him and venti frowns. "fine, i already know it's because you can't last a single day without listening to their drum solos." venti's playful whisper throws scaramouche off.

his complexion goes beet red as he places the headphones around his neck. kazuha lightly laughs, "your face says it all, scaramouche." scaramouche is bound to throw another snarky insult while leaving for the next class, however a tug at his sleeve stops him short.

he turns his head and raises his brow in confusion. "oh, (name). do you need anything?" scaramouche queries, trying to avoid your gaze as discreetly as possible. in the background, venti mocks him, "do you need anything?" scaramouche could clearly hear xiao, heizou and aether quietly chuckling.

"well, no, but yun jin told me to give this to you since she wants you to hear how much potential our band has." you hold out a cd in its case, covered in mostly black but with the unmistakenable, classic and iconic dark blue 5O5 graphics.

"she figured that if you did research on some of our past releases, you wouldn't have found our unreleased songs unless you went to our live performance. these are our most recents and we hope that it meets your standards," you politely say, arm sore from sticking out with the cd in your hand.

you didn't percieve the way he clenched his jaw in excitement, the way sparkles appeared in his eyes and the way he pursed his lips to restrain himself from smiling. "i'll... i'll see if i have any time to listen to it after class," scaramouche mutters. he ends up taking it from you and speed-walking out of the classroom.

xiao steps forward and gives you a few pats on the shoulder. "don't worry, that's his way of thanking you."

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what happens when you, a talented and well-known drummer across the web, grow an intense crush for the student council president, who's also your number one fan? from annoying sisters to nosy bandmates, the next event that happens is always more chaotic than the last!

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writing-in-glitter-pen · 11 months

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Your "Genshin man love languages" is making me all fuzzy and warm inside and I'm kicking my feet in the air and and giggling and trying to act normal I swear-

If you feel like doing more, would you mind doing it for Zhongli as well? And whoever else you feel like throwing into the mix? Thanks for making my day better, hope you have a good one yourself!!!

AAAHHH!!!! It makes me SO happy to hear you enjoyed it!!! Literally nothing makes me feel as good as hearing my work made your day better. I’ll cry ♡

Genshin Men and Their Love Languages Part 2!

If you haven’t seen part one with Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, and Thoma, go ahead and take a look! Read and see what your sweetheart partners do to make you feel loved ♡

Zhongli, Xiao, Wanderer x gn!reader II romance, fluff!!

Notes: Xiao’s is really long but I just couldn’t help it!! I need the Xiao stans to rise up cause I don’t know anyone else who likes him :(

No one in Liyue Harbor is new to the sight of the refined and composed Zhongli walking arm in arm with his pretty little lover—he totes you along everywhere, the koi pools, the various shops in the square, the boat docks. You two take multiple daily walks together; one in the morning, one (or two) in the afternoon, and one at night. This routine of yours was Zhongli’s idea—“My dear, every moment I spend with you is a blessing.” he said, taking one of your hands and bringing it up to his lips to place a soft, purposeful kiss to your knuckles, “If you’d allow it, it would be the most gracious gift for you to join me on a few strolls throughout the day. So that I may be selfish and have more of you.”. This, of course, exemplifies his love language of quality time. You’d think Zhongli, who has lived though so many moments, experienced so much time, would no longer see the value in the seconds of a ticking clock. He’s had thousands of years to experience anything he wanted, a mere ten minute walk is a speck of dust in the utter expanse of his lifetime. But a ten minute walk by your side? He would give absolutely anything to experience it; mora, hours of labor, his right hand, anything. And he has the privilege of it every day for free. All because you’re gracious enough to bless him with your love—he feels like the luckiest man to ever traverse the plain. Every moment with you is truly precious to him; every word uttered from your mouth, every touch to his arm or shoulder or face, even every sip you take from the tea he brewed for you—just watching you enjoy the treat during your teatime fulfills him like nothing else ever has. Your existence may be one one-millionth of his lifetime, but every second you exist in the world is a second Zhongli desperately holds to his heart. You brighten his entire life, you are a glimmer of starlight in miles upon miles of the dark volume of the sky. He will treasure you for absolutely every moment he gets to.

Xiao is, respectfully, an idiot when it comes to expressing affection. He’s new to physical touch, so he rarely reaches for you, uncomfortable with the new feeling and worried about hurting you or drawing your anger somehow. The most you’ll get out of him, on a good day, is maybe sitting between his legs during a cold night. And I mean cold. You’d better be shivering. You might even be able to coerce him to wrap his arms around you if you really play up how cold you are. He also isn’t sure exactly what gifts humans like—he’ll regularly bring you qingxins because you expressed your favor for him, but other than that, he’s pretty lost. Like a bird, any shiny or colorful thing he finds while he makes his rounds around Liyue, he’ll bring back for you. You have a collection of various colored feathers, buttons, even some crystals! He’s also just horrible at expressing his feelings though words. He’s not used to feeling these things for another person, so how the hell is he supposed to convey their meaning when he can’t even interpret it? And he really doesn’t have a lot of time for dates and dinners when he’s busy protecting Liyue most of his days and nights. Of course, he’ll set aside some time for you—he can’t ever stay away from you for long, and if you call his name he’ll be at your side in a second, but it’s not really the surefire way for him to assert how he feels about you. That leaves only one more love language, one he is actually proficient at, rather than just trying his best. Acts of service. He has spent his entire life in service to Liyue, and now that you’ve entered his life and become something just as precious to him, he’ll do absolutely anything and everything for you. Especially when it comes to your protection. He personally escorts you anywhere you need to go; to work (though he doesn’t understand why you must put yourself through labor?), to the market (though the crowds make him nervous, it panics him much more so to think of you bearing a sea of potential predators alone), on your walks through the beautiful groves and mountains of Liyue, anywhere you’d otherwise be alone. If he can’t be with you during these times, he entrusts you to Morax and only Morax. Though he hates asking the archon he serves (or used to serve…) such a favor, he’ll do it in a heartbeat if it ensures your safety. You don’t mind it either, Zhongli is a wonderful companion. If there’s anything you need, Xiao does not hesitate to fetch it for you. You need to go to the market for eggs? No need, without you even asking he’s brought back at least twenty from the roof of Wangshu in. You need Cor Lapis but have trouble mining it yourself? Consider it done. And don’t even get me started on if you need assistance in a fight—you’ve never even seen an enemy because no matter where you go, Xiao was already a mile ahead of you, taking out any camp or gang of unsavory characters.

Not only does he ensure you’re safety while you’re outside in broad daylight, but he watches over you every night while you sleep without fail—he never wants to leave your side when you’re in such a vulnerable position. If you play your cards right, you can even get him to cuddle with you, despite his reservations about how being under the covers will delay the time it takes for him to grab his weapon, should danger find its way into the room. “Isn’t it more prudent for your arms to be around me, that way your body is shielding me from any outside threat?” you say, such a cute pleading look on your face. He can’t argue with that one, so you get your way—having substantial cuddle time with your lover. In this way, acts of service enables physical touch! Oh how he’s such a fool for you. And, though he’ll never admit it…he loves the way holding you feels. You’re warm—like his own personal sun, and you smell so wonderful—he unconsciously buries his face in your hair or your neck, just to get a little bit more of your sweet scent. And…you’re so soft; he loves the way his hands feel pressed against your torso or gently rubbing up and down your arm. You hands too…they’re so soft and delicate, he finds himself holding and massaging them after you’ve long fallen asleep. There is no limit when it comes to what Xiao will do to keep you safe and happy, you come first to anything—you have his heart, and with it, you have him. Absolutely all of him.

Wanderer, like Xiao, has absolutely no experience in the romance department, let alone the intimate relationship department at all. His friend group consists of exclusively Nahida and the Aranara. And Nahida can read his thoughts (if he lets her). So there’s not a lot of expressing his affection for others that goes on in his life. Now you’re his…lover? His…confidant? His…absolute only person he will ever give his heart to and it’s a miracle you even got it but now that you have it he has no idea what to do but he loves you so deeply that it makes his soul ache? Yeah that’s about right. He tries to express how he feels through words, but they come out wrong, and he usually masks them with a taunting remark. He tries to be physically affectionate, but he’s so terrified of rejection, he can only bring himself to hover-hand your shoulder at most. The physical affection responsibility falls to you and you alone. So it’s up to you to give him hugs and kisses and all of the relationshipy things! He acts like he doesn’t love it, but the redness of his cheeks betrays him. His favorite is when you get really excited about something, and you suddenly grab him and mash his cheek against yours in a hug around the shoulders—bouncing and planting a kiss on his face. He goes completely silent and complacent, red in the face as he softly reaches to hug around your waist and hold you as you squeal and celebrate. He feels weird doing acts of service for you; it’s not that he doesn’t want to. If you ask him, he’ll do anything for you in a heartbeat (though he may complain). But he’s scared to do something without you explicitly telling him to—worried he’ll mess up and draw your anger or resentment. He won’t admit it, but he does enjoy your company, though he’s nervous to ask it of you. Anytime you spend by his side is a remedy for his lonely soul—engaging in idle conversation or walking the forest together, he’ll take absolutely all of it, though he may lie and say you bug him. Though if you try to leave, he’ll physically get in your way with a “but now that you’ve already spoiled my afternoon, you might as well stay.”. The love language he is most comfortable expressing, the one that leaves the least amount of fear in his chest at the notion of being rejected, is surprisingly, gift-giving! Any little trinket that makes him think of you is collected in a heartbeat. He’ll pick flowers, fruits, even leaves if it might be even be remotely enjoyable to you. He knows you love Zaytun peaches, so nearly every time you two go on a date or otherwise meet up, he’s brought you a crateful of them. He always has to help you carry them to your house, which is a sneaky way to get to spend more time with you! He always excuses it away with “I just picked too many for myself while I was out.” Sure. Remind me, didn’t you say you loathed anything sweet? Oh, you don’t? Right. When he finds himself in the marketplace, any hair pin, bracelet, necklace or fabric he thinks will look pretty on you, he’ll purchase with a pout on his face and a bashful look away from the cashier. He just can’t resist the desire to see you wearing something so beautiful…something that frames your natural beauty…something that came from him. When you do wear something he gave you, he can barely stand to look at you for more than a few moments, nervous you’ll hear his artificial heart thundering in his chest. Though, when you’re distracted, he can’t help but stare at you with the most puppy-eyed, loving gaze…you really are so lovely. Wearing something he picked for you makes him feel like your his—like you’re pridefully adorning a mark that tells the world you belong to him. You make him finally feel secure that someone loves him…that someone is proud to be with him and feels grateful for him. You’re a grounding force in the complicated labyrinth that has been his life. You represent new hope for him…hope for stability and love that lasts.

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https-furina · 11 months

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i saw something about the lack of xiao requests so:

11. with xiao maybe?

whoever aly is needs to suffer more /j

✎ a yaksha’s comfort.

ft. xiao x gn!reader

prompt: “you mean more than anything.”

w.c. 699 words

content: fluff, established relationship, sleep cuddly fluff !! xiao is a tad clingy but it’s soft

notes: anon i love you so much /p i’ve been cackling this whole time while i write it (i’m not very confident with xiao but hopefully i’ll get better because i think i have with albedo??)

it would be blatant ignorance if you dared utter that the fall of the night was not your favourite time of the day. coincidentally, this also applies to your boyfriend - general alatus. he much preferred you just call him xiao, however and he'd stated this the moment he entrusted you enough to admit his feelings (in a very vulnerable conversation) and started dating you. as much as it pained him sometimes, xiao did not regret his decisions to drop his guard for you.

that much shows when he's curled up, chest pressed against your back and his arm draped over your midriff. his forehead is pressed to the bare skin of your lower neck and the tips of your fingers are lazily drawing patterns on his arm - albeit barely touching his skin at all, he can barely feel your feathery touch. it's only when one of your nails particularly drags down to his wrist that his eyes open, aware that you're touching him. your other hand is holding open a book you'd recently been recommended by xingqiu, eyes scanning the pages but you're distant, in your own world. xiao takes your silence as positive, regarding that you are enjoying the aforementioned book.

there's an echo ringing in xiao's ears suddenly, harsh and sharp as it makes his ears burn and creates a thundering effect against his skull. a groan escapes his lips, rolling to lay on his back and only then do you draw your gaze away from your land of make-believe, turning to check on your boyfriend's sudden movements.

"xiao, love?" you mumble, momentarily dazed as one of xiao's hands raise to cover his eyes in a futile attempt to block out the light of the burning flame on your bedside cabinet. you frown, concerned as you lower the book and sit up. xiao waves you off with his spare hand, listening to the rustle of the bedsheets when you move.

"it's fine," he grumbles, albeit his voice cracks a little when the echo of his name gets louder - he's thankful you're not subjected to hearing it too, "the traveler - they're calling for me."

"then you should go, no?" your brows knit together in confusion, watching the way xiao clenches and unclenches the hand covering his eyes in hopes it'll distract him from the thumping in his head, "xiao, you said you'd respond if they called."

xiao doesn't respond, the flesh of his lower lip caught between his teeth as the searing feeling fades - they've stopped. the voices stop echoing, the headache beginning to lighten as xiao breathes out in relief, lowering his hand. golden eyes meet your concerned ones, which soften at your boyfriend's sudden comfort. a sigh leaves your lips, unsure as to why xiao didn't disappear to help the traveler like he promised.

the yaksha shuffles his body, laying his head on your lap with no qualms. the muscles of your thighs tense under him but you're quick to relax, drawing a smile onto your face as he closes his eyes. you take that he has nothing further to say about the situation, raising your book once more now that things have returned to normality; yet this time your spare hand finds its way into xiao's dark locks, running through them as his chest rises and falls slowly.

for a moment you think the adeptus has fallen asleep following the pain he just succumbed to but suddenly a hand grabs at your wrist, removing your hand from his hair as he presses a kiss to your knuckles. his eyes are back on you, watching every miniscule move you make, "you mean more than anything."

heat burns up your neck, rising to your cheeks and forcing you to break eye contact with him. it is only then that you realise that xiao values these nights in your company more than anything. there's solace in being with you, a breath of air that isn't suffocating to him when you're near him. that is worth more than being a hero in someone's story - even more so the concept of rushing into danger when he could stay here, listening to the soft sounds of your breathing at his side.

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witch-hazels-musings · 1 year

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absolutely certain

Genre: sfw, fluff/angst (some difficult personality traits are mentioned)

-- a few head-canons that I think are 100000% true and you cannot convince me otherwise - hazel is *checks title* (not edited)

Includes: Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Thoma, Xiao, Zhongli

Character x GN Reader | Anthology

Albedo

he loves seeing you accomplish your goals - big or small, if you set your mind to something he is transfixed in watching you figure it out until the solution drops in your capable lap. he will aid you, of course, but only when you’ve exhausted all your options - its not that he wants to see you struggle, it’s that he knows you are capable, even when you feel l like you’re not (he’s your biggest cheerleader)

he enjoys cooking for you - it’s become something of a slight hobby for him (though it’s not often). when the moment is just right, or he finds himself preparing food for later in the day, he will make something extra and bring it your way just so he can see the smile on your face

he’s not touchy-feely - he will hold your hand, and offer respectful touch, but he doesn’t think much on intimacy, especially in public. albedo’s affection comes out in many ways, but physical affection is low on the list - it’ll take time for him to be that close. sit beside him while you both work, trail your fingers over his arm while you’re lost in thought, play with his hair - he will welcome all of them in due time; if there is more, a discussion will need to be had about what comes next. all he needs is to know what you want, all he needs is your clear consent - wherever your boundary is, he wants it defined to know how not to cross it

he has notebooks filled with drawing of you - its not a secret that albedo likes to draw things he thinks ‘capture the meaning of life.’ you’ve seen him sketch a quick portrait while at dinner and give it to the subject he examined, but what you don’t know is that some of his most treasured possessions are the sketchbooks he has where every page is filled with you. engaged in the mundane, he captures your likeness. you’re lost in your work, he traces those expressions. you gift him your smile, he’s captured it on parchment. but his most favorite drawing of all is framed on his desk, protected by shimmering glass reflecting the warm sunlight. looking at reminds him of the wholesome nature of this world because it captures purity in all forms. it represents laughter and joy, of love and family - this drawing is simple but to him its everything: his most cherished person lifting his sister into the air so she can reach the stars

Childe

he adores lifting you into the air - for fun, for love - hugging your back or wrapping his arms around you from the front, the sound of your laughter and the feeling of you in his arms, relying completely on his strength gets him going more than anything else

he wants a family with you - he doesn’t care what it looks like, 1 child, 10 children, no children - he could care less what that family looks like as long as it’s you. make him your family, allow him to expand his own - till death do you part he will never let you go

he will talk your ear off - when he’s comfortable with someone, completely trusts them, he shares his whole world - and perhaps a bit too much - he will tell you stories of his childhood, of the ups and downs, he’ll gush about his family and share pictures he has of them in his wallet. childe wants you to know him -- not harbinger him, not fighter him -- please, will you give him the time to get to know Ajax?

he thinks about things head on - because most of his problems can be solved by direct action, he will tend to offer a lot of problem solving options when you are struggling. sometimes they work and others they make you more overwhelmed; he might not notice his tactics are failing until you snap but when that happens he retreats, relents, waits for you to tell him what to do. -- ‘just hold me, okay?’ -- ‘you got it’

Diluc

he looks at you far too often - even before the two of you started dating, he found himself drawn to you. his eyes, his heart, his want to be at your side - it was practically suffocating. for a while that’s all he’d allow himself, a quick glance, a perk of the ear when he heard your voice - but you reached through the tiny crack he left open for love until he was finally brave enough to take it

he stands so close - close enough for you to feel the warmth he gives off, near enough that every once in a while you’ll feel something familiar press against your lower back - it’s his hand that yearns to touch you but tries so hard to hold itself back. he isn’t affectionate in public, but his proximity speaks every drop of love he feels for you

he’s focused - sometimes too much that it can feel like you don’t exist around him. you can be talking to him, try to ask him a question, or stand in the room waiting for him to notice you but he never does. the boy’s thoughts are consumed completely with what’s in front of him - it hurt at first but you soon learned its not because he doesn’t love you. if you really want his attention, all you need do it walk near to him and run your fingers over his ear - trust me, the eyes that find yours hold nothing but unconditional love

the master of the ‘lifting your chin’ technique - there is something about the feeling of pushing your chin up to look at him that drives him wild. the first time he did it he was nervous, worried he was being too controlling but the way you reacted told him otherwise - now, whether its to ensure you hear him, to see your face before he leaves for the day, or to hold you tenderly as he kisses you hello, he can’t get enough - and neither can you

Kaeya

physical touch is his way of life - kaeya has to be touching you in one way or another. his hand to your back, his arm on resting on your shoulder or head, his back flush against yours, chest to chest as he looks in your eyes. you’ve found yourself swarmed by his desire for touch, smothered in it at times but he just can’t stop himself. it’s his love language -- touching or being touched. the surest way to ease his stress is to place with his hair, run your fingers over his eyebrows as he rests in your lap, gently caress the angles of his face, the corner of his raised lips - let him be close to you, it’s all he needs

seriousness is not a natural reaction - the vast majority of what comes out of his mouth is a joke, a tease, a ‘this isnt very serious’ response which, at times, can be rather fun but at others it’s infuriating. he hates being serious, it reminds him of all the terrible moments in his life, reminds him of the strict world he was raised in - he never did flourish in serious land. he has a hard time shifting gears - more like those gears are coated in high-proof liquor - but if there is something he hates worse than having a serious conversation its seeing you cry ... to freeze those tears he’d do the unthinkable

he’s capable - capable in accomplishing his goals, capable in getting what he wants, capable of twisting what’s around him until it spells out his desires, his wishes - Kaeya is far more capable than he lets on and that is his best weapon. it can be quiet jarring to see him switch from the lazy, ‘go with the flow’ attitude he’s so often employs into a serious, almost terrifying focus. every time you see it it sends a shiver down your spine; not because you know what he’s going to do, but because he so easily made you forget in the first place

he feels everything - he tries not to let it show but every slight against him, every whisper spoken in the shadows he hears like another stab in the back. Kaeya might appear to be aloof, indifferent, out of reach from all the goings on around him but he’s not - in fact he’s so sensitive that he’s learned to build barrier after barrier to keep him in tact. it’s why he’s so much better at working in the shadows -- it’s easier to deal in back-alley agreements than face a world flooded with light. micro expressions, shifts in tone, these are not lost on him -- you wonder why he stares at you so much, it’s because he’s waiting for the truth to come out and hoping without hope you’ll be the one person who never lies to him

Thoma

he gives all of himself - and while this makes him a wonderful person, it also makes him vulnerable to exhaustion. the boy puts everyone, everything before his own needs that there are times you’ve found him passed out in the most random places. once he was doing laundry and you found him face first in a pile of clean clothes. he’ll try to play it off or tell you its fine - good luck trying to convince him to slow down - its like arguing with radiant sunshine (and you often lose)

best house-husband, a tad strict - Thoma doesn’t mind keeping the house clean, making food for the two of you, ensuring things are running smoothly. he will willingly let you do your own part in maintaining the household, especially after a quick lesson on proper cleaning -- just know that he isn’t shy of crossing his arms and giving you ‘that look’ when you try to out-do your limits -- ‘don’t climb so high, its dangerous.’ / ‘slow down when you’re cutting, you could get hurt’ / ‘when you need something come find me’ -- Thoma would do it all if it meant you stayed safe ... just ... let him grab the hot pan for archons sake

he holds your hand - like all the time. wherever you’re going, whenever you drift away, he will scoop your hand in his so he can keep you close, keep you safe. a kiss on the hand is a way for him to share his feelings when words aren’t enough, a gentle squeeze is a reminder he’s here with you, interlaced fingers ensure others know you are his and he is yours -- even in his sleep, your hand is in his, just the way he likes it

he’s SO encouraging - Thoma is the most positive best cheerleader you could ever ask for. he will root for you in all ways, in all cases, and celebrate with you when you succeed. he knows you are capable and can do it on your own - you’ve accomplished so much already that this thing wont hold you down for long (though he will help if you need it; after all, he can’t take seeing you sad)

Xiao

he self-isolates a lot - it’s not because he hates you - in fact, you’ve grown to be a comfortable place for him. strangely enough, his mind wanders to you so often that he has gone to the bubu pharmacy in search of diagnosis to his obsessive imaginations - but there are moments when he needs to be on his own; to protect you or his heart he won’t say. Xiao will come back, no matter how what, he can’t imagine a life without seeing your face

he tries his absolute best - he knows nothing about relationships. the closest ones he had were taken from him long ago, and the only other companions he knows are formal, respectful, and set at a proper distance - this is so new to him that he will fail a lot but he tries again, and again, and again, because he knows what it looks like to see you smile and that is something he desperately wants to see again

he’s dangerously protective - if danger ever reached you, he would show no mercy in eradicating it. in these moments he can become terrifying, almost foreign to you but there is no mistaking the hand that keeps you behind him, the arm that glows as a warning to those wanting to cause you harm, the back that separates you from all danger -- you mean the world to him and he will dive into the deepest darkness to protect your light

boy is touch starved - at first he doesn’t know what to do with himself - you put your hand on his arm and he tenses up, you hold his hand and he pulls away, you lean in to kiss his cheek and he balls his hands into fists. tender touch has never been given to him so he’s unsure how to react, uncertain if this is something he deserves -- but once he knows your hands will never hurt him, that your arms will never cage him, that your heart is as pure as the crystalflies he longs to reach, he melts. he leans into you like you are purifying water; his back relaxes against your chest as you hold him, his expression softens when you caress his cheek, he almost hums when you play with his hair - you’ve taught him so much - but he never imagined he’d learn that someone's hands could be so safe

Zhongli

he buys you the most extravagant gifts - its obvious he wants to spoil you - zhongli see’s gifts as a representation of his admiration for you, the more personalized, special, perfect the gift the more it reflects the honor you hold in his heart - don’t be surprised to see lavish clothes, ornate dishes, rare books, or other random items appear in your house - he saw them while he was out and thought of you

he listens to everything - and i mean everything. there is nothing that gets said around this man that he doesn’t hear (don’t whisper secrets, it’s why his hair is so long). something you’ve learned? he will be attentive in your recollection. something you love? he will sip his tea quietly while you explain every tiny detail - there is something beautiful in the way you shine in these moments; how can you blame him for wanting to watch

he’s a slight hoarder - he doesn’t understand the meaning of ‘getting rid of things’ and though he is very particular about the way his home looks, his office, his environment, he can build up quiet a bad habit of keeping too many trinkets (or bringing home to many for you when he knows full well you don’t know where to put it). luckily, you’ve found some ways to compromise - now there is a rotating schedule of fanciful items resting on your bookshelf

he lets you sit on his lap - like, this is the biggest win. if he’s reading, he simply chuckles at the way you crawl on his lap, the way you nestle against him, hand on his chest as you rest your back against his shoulder. it’ll make him pause until you’re comfortable but whether you stay up to listen to him as he reads aloud, or fall asleep against him, he doesn’t mind - in fact, it brings him comfort that he can’t completely articulate

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2bealuvr · 1 year

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JEALOUSY

Xiao x reader (gender neutral)

tags: nsfw, blood, stalked, implied potential sexual violence against reader (doesn’t happen), smut, possessive behavior.

// Xiao doesn’t kill humans but when you’re in danger, he changes. And secretly, you like it.\\

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Xiao tends to keep most emotions bottled up, all screwed tight and close to bursting. Still, regardless of his own awareness of the festering feelings, he thinks he does a decent job of ignoring them. He’ll push the lid down and stand atop it, wrap heavy chains, whatever he needs to do to just remain calm-

Until now.

You watch with wide, shocked eyes as the group of strangers who had been stalking you through the darker streets of Liyue scream, their voices rising to a crescendo before cutting off abruptly. They fall, one by one, within the whipping shadows.

You aren’t scared of Xiao, of course. You know he would never hurt you; but to see the wrath he warns others about unleashed, you can’t help the trip of your heart. It patters against your eardrums as blood pools beneath the bodies, how it slides along the cracks of the rocks toward your feet.

Thunder booms in the distance and you know the blood will be washed away. You aren’t sure, however, if the bodies will disappear too. Xiao doesn’t seem very concerned about it as he finally turns to you, mask glowing turquoise as the wind he’d created with his sudden appearance begins to fade.

He strides to you, his mask disappearing with an array of glittering sparks. Only when you tear your eyes away from the fallen bodies do you realize he is…hesitant. He’s close but he’s withheld, hand holding tight to his spear, mouth sharp and flat with trepidation.

“Are you alright?” He asks, quietly.

You gulp and wipe at the flecks of blood that had flown to your face. It smears and streaks on your cheek and his eyes flit to the motion. He reaches for you slowly but when you don’t move or push him away, like you’re sure he thought you would, he wipes at the blood with his own fingers. His thumb brushes the crest of your cheek before those fingers dig into your hair, curling and holding.

“Y/N?” He tilts his head, trying to catch your eye. “Are you okay?”

You lick your lips and nod, “Yes. Yes, I’m fine.”

His brows furrow, jaw clenching. You see a dark emotion cross his face and in fear that he’ll teleport you home before disappearing entirely, you wrap your arms around his waist, tugging him close. You press your nose and lips against his throat, breathing him in like you usually do.

Wind. Almonds. Copper.

The familiar scent of him calms you.

“I’m glad you showed up.” You press a kiss against the underside of his jaw, stomach flipping when he tenses and lets out a sharp breath. “I could’ve handled it myself, you know. But I’m still glad.”

He hums, “I never doubt that you can defend yourself.”

“Right. And you’ve seen me do it before. So, why step in like this, this time?”

Xiao doesn’t immediately reply. You draw back just a tad, just in time to see that he’d been biting at his lip. It is such a human gesture that you can’t help but brush your fingers over him, soothing the irritated skin.

“I heard what they were saying…how they’d seen you at the tavern, how they wanted to talk to you.” He glances away, “How excited they were at the idea that you would go with them. How they would have taken you even if you said no.”

You frown, “I wouldn’t have let them.”

“I know that.” He presses against you, “I knew that and still, I couldn’t stop.”

You search his face, chest aching with absolute affection: adoration, love. You aren’t scared of him and you don’t blame him- if anything, you are ignited.

In an instant you are surging forward, capturing his lips with your own. He gasps against you and you revel in it, smirking a bit when the shadows rise once more. They shroud you from the world until you find yourself pressed against your bedroom wall, legs grabbed and raised to latch around his waist.

You curve, pushing yourself against him, grinding until that small noise you love so much escapes his lips. He tears at your shirt, a button popping before his sharp teeth are grazing over the hollow of your throat, the center of your chest.

You tug at his hair until he’s looking at you, eyes hooded but still so, so bright. When you kiss again, it is all tongue. You moan at the nip on your bottom lip, around the curl of his tongue, how messy it gets and how much desperation has begun to flood your senses.

Neither of you undress entirely. Your shirt is torn and his spear is on the ground, your pants falling when he lowers you and turns you around. You press your hands against the wall, head dipped and all breathless-

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” He asks.

The question isn’t demanding. It is a lapse of his tall walls, a crumbling of the façade he holds in place. He is begging for your answer, for it to be what he so desperately needs to hear. It comes from a place of fear and self-condemnation. He is scared that you will leave and he thinks that he’ll have deserved it.

“Yes.” You breathe, urging him to believe you, your stomach fluttering when you hear the undoing of his clothes.

“Say it.” He trails his mouth along the curve of your nape. He teases you open, works your body like a musician. “Please.”

“I’m yours, Alatus.”

His name on your lips is the final fracture. His defensive walls explode like impacted glass, shattering around you as he pushes in. You gasp, nails digging into the wood until he places his palms atop your hands, fingers interlocking.

The pace is heavy and fast, each thrust threatening to send you to your knees. He brings a hand to hold tight to your hip, no doubt leaving bruises, before wrapping around your waist to keep you stable. Your eyes flutter and roll at the harsh touch, at the push of himself so deep within. His groan is guttural and low when he notices the way your body tenses.

“There?” He asks, not that he doesn’t already know.

He just wants to hear you. To listen to the way your voice shakes for him.

“Yes. There, please, don’t-don’t stop.”

He pushes your legs further apart, both hands now holding you in place at your hips, his thrusts hitting that found spot repeatedly. It has you seeing stars, your mouth opening to moan his name, over and over and-

The bite on your shoulder is sudden and it hurts and you cum. You can’t hold it back, you can’t do anything but let him consume you. His hips stutter but he doesn’t stop, not until you’re returning to yourself and allowing him to pull you away from the wall.

He brings you to the bed and you fall flat, blinking in a daze up at him, gasping when he slides back in with ease. It’s not rare for this position to be the final. There is never a moment where he doesn’t enjoy watching the pleasure wash over you. His eyes flit across your features as you arch your back, hips held up while he rams into you. You dig your nails into his forearms, thighs shaking, entire body turning to a tremble until finally, finally, he pushes impossibly deep.

You feel him releasing into you, pulsing with heat. He leans down and breathes against your throat, teeth grazing with the desire to bite again and although you wouldn’t mind it, he stops himself.

Instead, he practically whimpers as you wrap your legs around him, making sure he can’t pull out until he’s drained. He holds himself up on his forearms, licking and kissing your skin, a hand settled within your hair.

Your abdomens brush as you both try to catch your breath. It’s funny, you think almost deliriously, how he can fight for so long and be undisturbed by the labor. It is only after moments like these that he is truly rattled; his body quivering, his heart beating so powerfully.

You huff a laugh and brush your fingers through his own hair, feeling him soften inside of you before finally letting him go.

He pulls out with a soft groan, cum dripping out of you in a slow trail, though neither of you are in any hurry to rise or clean up. You simply shift, glad to feel him rest his head on your chest, to have his weight settled atop you.

He brushes his hand along your ribs as the sharp sting on your shoulder returns.

“You bit me again.” You laugh.

He winces, “I’m sorry.”

“I like it.” You trail your thumb against his jawline, “I like that you can let go with me.”

He hums, roaming your skin, touching any scar or freckle or dip that he can. “I need to go. To clean up my…mess.”

You let out a heavy sigh, refusing to let this moment pass. So, before he can even question your intentions, you shift and slide until you’re straddling his hips. He stares up at you, brow raised, a gulp stuck in his throat.

It takes no time at all for him to grow hard. You feel it press against you and you take it, sliding down his length slowly, eyes fluttering at how it fills you up once more.

“Messes can wait.” You rise and drop in a slow roll, smiling at the way he can’t even protest. All he does is watch you, cheeks flushed, hands moving to grab hold of the sheets. “Everything can wait. Just, stay with me. Stay.”

And so, in the end, he does.

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mondaymelon · 1 year

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st6rly · 2 years

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bury my heart out of a sight (where you don't see me).

synopsis: they planted their heart in the ground, hoping feelings would subside. but they found it sprouting into the world once more (the moment they knew they were in deep but didn't speak their truth) | wc — 2.8k

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characters: albedo, itto, scaramouche, xiao x gn!reader

category: fluff + angst if you squint, modern/high school au, scenarios

warnings: mentions of bruises/injuries in xiao's part, fighting with scaramouche (not too physical)

notes: repost form old blog | REBLOGS >>> LIKES

ALBEDO.

it was a study of character and emotions in his eyes. a study of character as in he wanted to know why your hands would lace together so nicely with his and why you’d bring a fluttering feeling to his chest when you’d smile. pages upon pages of notes were spread out on the desk, notes with his own observations and some that he’s seen on the internet before. to other’s it must’ve been a surprise to see the usually level-headed blonde so caught up in something that wasn’t a lab experiment. though when said out loud, he just smiled to himself on the inside, for he’s finally experiencing life as it is and not some sort of ship in a bottle.

“albedo?” a small hum leaves his lips, turning in his chair to greet you with a soft smile.

“you’re finally here.” he says, motioning a hand to an empty chair. you take a seat, watching as he sifts through sheets to uncover his sketchbook from beneath the mess and grabbing the pencil from behind his ear “this shouldn’t take too long and sorry again for taking up your time after school.”

“don’t worry about it. i’m in no rush to leave today.” you grin. albedo nods, suppressing the heat that started to creep up his neck. he starts with a few basic outlines on a blank page before letting himself wander and for a while, the soft dance of lead against the paper was the only thing filling the serene silence in the workspace.

“(y/n)?” you blink, tilting your head slightly as light-blue eyes scan your form. a cold hand reaches out, thumb on your chin and the others beneath as he positions your head, making sure the setting sun is hitting you just right. though he doesn’t let go, letting himself bask a little more and to take notice of your features he’s grown to adore.

albedo loves your eyes. that isn’t to say that he doesn’t love all of you, but there was something about the way you gazed at him in the hallways that made him melt. he’s noticed the adoration that pooled within your irises when he’d meet your eyes and the lingering feeling of your touch left him wanting — no — needing more. he wanted to know so badly how a simple glance could have such a great impact. though perhaps coming up to you and asking if he could draw you in the art room wasn’t the greatest way to ease his way into things.

your laugh brings him back to the present; hands gently cupping your face and noses so close they could touch if one of you decided to move.

“albedo?” his eyes trail across your face, from the structure of your brows to the crease of your eyes, before coming to a stop at your lips. temptation rang through him as your curious gaze slowly morphed into a slow understanding. he clears his throat, retracting his hands and stepping back.

“sorry about that.” his heart was beating out of his chest, and it didn’t seem to want to slow down anytime soon, especially when you laugh and give him such a big smile. the words lingered on the tip of his tongue, a simple string of sentences that ended with asking you to be his ready to be released. but instead, he holds them back, shoving them down and only letting out a weak chuckle. there’d be a time for what he wants to say, one that would be perfect and out of a dream but today was not it. he picks up his sketchbook again, rubbing the back of his neck before grabbing his pencil again.

“ah so, where were we again?”

ITTO.

“hey! wait up!” you look back to see itto running towards you, the button up underneath his sweater vest all crumpled and collar undone. it always surprises you how the teachers never seem to scold him for having his uniform all messy. though maybe they just gave up on doing so. he slings an arm around your shoulder, pressing his weight onto you as he hides under your umbrella.

“whew! glad i caught up to you in time before you left.” he grins, bag over one shoulder as his damp hair tickles your neck.

“forget your jacket again, itto?” you chuckle, adjusting the umbrella so it would cover the both of you better “if i’d known that sooner, i would’ve left faster.”

“what? me forgetting my jacket? psh noooooooo as if!” he crosses his arms “it's dangerous to walk home alone y’know so i thought i’d tag along. yeah, to be your bodyguard!

“you know i can handle myself just fine, itto.” you nudge him with your elbow playfully, a smirk on your face.

“oh c’mon!” he groaned “we live close by to each other and i don’t want to go home soaking wet! besides,” he turns his head to face you, a mischievous glint in his eye, before swiping the umbrella out of your hands and starting to jog off “i can always return this to you tomorrow!”

“wait get back here! what happened to wanting to protect me hah?!” his laugh can be heard through the pounding rain as the splash of your footsteps in the puddles only made him run faster. did he feel bad? sort of. itto knew he’d have to make it up to you somehow if you ended up getting sick because of him. apologies wouldn’t mean too much so maybe buying you your favourite snack would work instead. too lost in thought, he failed to notice how your steps have caught up to him.

“hey!” he lets out a grunt as you slap him on the back, making him trip over his own feet. sitting up and rubbing his head, he looks up at your frowning face that didn’t seem to be all too genuine.

“are you hurt?” you ask, picking up the discarded umbrella and scanning him over for any injuries. he patted himself down and gave a thumbs up.

“just my pride and ego but that’s nothing a little kiss wouldn’t fix.” you snort and hold out a hand to him. he takes your hand, fawning on the inside about how perfectly they fit together, before yanking you down to the ground with him, making you drop the one bit of covering you hand in the middle of the street once again.

“bet you weren’t expecting a surprise attack, were ya!” he grins at the sound of your laugh and responds with his own when you wrestle him into a headlock, messing his wet hair around.

“fine you win! but you owe me!” he looks up at you the best he can with his hair in his face and your arm wrapped around his head.

you’d taken off rather quickly after that, using your already soaked through bag as a makeshift umbrella, leaving him with lingering feelings. everything about this felt so right yet so wrong to where he couldn’t help but chuckle. he could only imagine what would’ve happened if he’d accidentally said anything about this. he can’t lose one of his closest friends, not just yet.

“in love with my best buddy, huh?” itto’s grip tightens on your umbrella as he slicks back his hair away from his face “i better not screw this up.”

SCARAMOUCHE.

a string of curses were muttered under his breath as he stormed down the hallway, entering the classroom and shutting the door with a bang. the teacher on duty for the day only gave a half-hearted glare at the cause of the noise as he tossed his bag by a desk. slipping into the desk not too far from yours, scaramouche groans and ruffles his hair, scowling as he sees you resting your head on the desk, arms acting as a pillow. from what he can see, you showed no care that you were stuck in detention and if anything, you appeared more relaxed.

the teacher up at the front closed their book, giving the two of you a pointed look and firm instructions to stay in your seats while they went to go take care of something. the door closed and a beat of silence passed before scaramouche stood abruptly, the chair screeching against the classroom floor. he slams his hands down on your desk, watching you slowly raise your head from your arms to face him and wearing that signature smirk that always sends a rush to his head.

“what now, scara? was the little fight we had in the hallways not enough for you?”

“why did you do it?” his frustrations only grow as you blink, giving no response back. with an angered grunt, he grabs the collar of your shirt and leans over the desk more, pressing you into the back of the seat “answer me!”

“whoa whoa! as far as i’m concerned, i don’t even know what i did besides tossing a few words around.” raising your hands in mock surrender, the smile never leaving your face “want to explain what this is all about?”

“you-” he huffs, a red tone coming to his face as he shuts his eyes “you idiot! you’re insufferable to work with!” he released his hold and threw his hands up in frustration, glaring at you.

“ouch. guess i hit a nerve there.” you rubbed the back of your head with a chuckle “but if you want me to remember then you’re going to have to say it.” he clenched a fist at your words. usually, he’d be able to take on conversations like this one with ease, able to keep a calm face while making the other crumble beneath his words. yet you somehow made him lose all cool. he groaned, cursing under his breath as he regained some of his bearings.

“you- you kissed me in the middle of an argument.” he rubbed his temples “and i want to know why.” you think for a moment, tapping your finger against your lip.

“well, the easy answer is that i just wanted to shut you up.” you give him a closed eye grin “besides from my observations you didn’t object to the action. in fact, you even kissed me back.” scaramouche’s face goes red and this time, he can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or pure anger. he walks back up to you, leaning on the desk again.

“now you listen here-“ you take his chin in your hand and press you finger to your lips in a shushing motion.

“the teacher’s coming back soon. don’t want to get in trouble for being out of your seat now, do you?” scowling, he yanks himself out of your grasp and flips you off before plopping back in his chair, mouthing to you that this isn’t over and turning his head to the door.

just as you had said, the teacher walked back in, scanning their eyes over the room to make sure nothing was out of place and nodding before sitting back at their desk and opening their book again. crossing his arms, scaramouche lets out a small tsk and looks away from how you’ve gone back to resting your head in your arms. there’s something about you that infuriates him so badly in the way that you question his every word with a teasing smile on your face. just thinking about it makes his cheeks go red (with anger of course). but even he can’t deny that the interactions light up a small bout of joy that makes his usual face start to crack at the sides. he barely registers the teacher saying it’s alright to leave now and runs a hand through his hair, disrupted from thought when you drop a note on the desk before making your way out of the room. hesitantly, he picks it up and unfolds it, grip tightening as he scans the contents.

“thanks for keeping me entertained on our little detention date, scara. you never fail to amuse me with your antics ;)

(y/n) <3

p.s. if you wanted to be alone with me you should’ve just said so. there’s no need to start a fight in order to do so, darling”

with a sigh, he shoves it in his pocket and resists the urge to slam a hand down on the table. So, you want to play the game this way, huh? fine. he’ll indulge in your actions. even if they feel like a nuisance to him.

“i’ve become stupid with this madness, haven’t i?” he mutters, pushing in the chair and walking into the empty hallway “may the best one win.”

XIAO.

he lets out a small grunt as the cloth wet with rubbing alcohol was lightly dabbed against his lower lip. the slow tick of the off-time clock cuts through the weight in the air as he stares at the concentrated look on your face. features gently twisted into a frown with your brows furrowed and the frustrated, yet understanding, look in your eyes. your hand takes his chin and turns his head, inspecting the bruise that started to form on his cheek.

“xiao-” he lightly swats your hand away, not bothering to look at you and using his hand to cover the bruise.

“leave it. i’m fine.” an uncomfortable silence rests over the two of you again. he flexes his hand absentmindedly, wincing slightly at the stiffness in his knuckles and how the reddened skin was starting to bruise as well. his eyes darted around the room, from the stool you were sitting on to the cabinets where you’d gotten the rubbing alcohol from and finally resting on the clock where it read that it was nearing 4:30. slowly moving his gaze back to you, he watched silently as you shifted in your spot, unsure of how to approach him. clenching his fist again with a quiet sigh, he reached his hand out to you, hesitating slightly as you looked at him with quizzical and unsure eyes.

“just... be quick with it.” he closed his eyes, wondering to himself why your hands that held his with so much care made him glow inside, basking in the warmth that you generated in his chest. the rest of it was done in mostly silence, the exception being the small soothing hums that would bubble in your throat whenever you felt his flinch from your grasp.

opening his eyes, xiao turned his head more to face you, watching as you wrapped his knuckles and cleaned off the remaining dirt from his fingertips. pulling his hand back once you were done, he noticed how you eyed the bruise on his face. sighing, he flicked your forehead, lips twitching at the corners as you whined and rubbed the spot. though the lightened moment was quickly snuffed out.

“why did you fight them?” the question made him freeze. “because it was natural” is what he wanted to say since it was. keeping the ones you like closely protected is something that shouldn’t have to be explained. but the way those people made his blood boil with their taunts and words felt different. he felt the way rage bubbled and spilled over into his words and how his vision slowly went red. all that because those words were directed at you. he huffed, crossing his arms.

“they ticked me off. that’s all.” you give a small smile, knowing how he wasn’t telling the full truth. standing from your seat, you placed everything back carefully, closing the cabinets and looking back at him.

“just- please be more careful next time. i worry about you, xiao.” he scoffed, trying to ignore the way his heart picked up and the red hues snaking their way up his neck.

“i’m capable of handling myself. there’s no use for your worry.” you pick up your bag, resting a hand on his shoulder lightly. xiao hated to admit it in his mind but he couldn’t help but slowly sink into your touch.

“even so, i’m always there for you, ok?” he struggles to keep in the whine that threatens to leave his throat when your hand pulls away. reaching for his own bag, he paused for a moment as he registered you saying bye for the weekend and in almost an instant, his body reacted before he could think.

“(y/n). wait” xiao grabbed your hand, stopping your movements as you faced him again with a perplexed look. he could spill everything in this one moment: finally ridding himself of this feeling in his chest for the time being. the words caught in his throat, leaving him open-mouthed with a red face. xiao shudders, everything he wants to say is right there but he just can’t.

“hmph.” he hastily let’s go and averts his eyes away from your quizzical gaze “n-never mind. sorry for keeping you so late and thanks for your help. not that i needed it.”

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hanilessa · 1 year

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HALF AN HOUR FOR LOVE — Childe x F!Reader Chapter 10. You|her

The spacious living room smelled of freshly baked cookies and wild flowers in a vase on the table. You awkwardly picked up a small cup of hot tea and looked at the little children who, with the happiest faces, were eating the oatmeal cookies that Tonia cooked. You were quite surprised by the fact that a girl at such an early age was able to bake such delicious cookies. She appeared to be less than ten years old.

You took another bite of the cookie and closed your eyes in delight, enjoying the aroma and taste of the mild sweetness. The pieces of chocolate melted pleasantly on your tongue, giving the cookie some bitter taste, which mixed with the powdered sugar applied to the cookie on all sides, giving the cookie a truly amazing taste.

You even thought that it would be nice to ask the girl to give you the recipe for these cookies so that you can make these cookies for your mom and Xiao in the future.

While you were in your thoughts, you didn't notice at all that Tonia's gaze was directed straight at you. The girl looked at you from head to toe, studying and interested, as if she was analyzing something and drawing some conclusions for herself. When you snapped out of your thoughts and looked back at the children, you caught her eye on you.

A slight blush appeared on your cheeks when you realized that you were the object of her observation. You tried to smile friendly and relaxed when the girl smiled back at you, her blue eyes sparkling. You four continued to sit in pleasant silence until Tartaglia approached you.

He looked at your face and shook his head when he noticed that there were cookie crumbs on your face. He leaned a little closer to your face, causing you to blush, and gently ran his thumb over your skin, brushing off the cookie and chocolate crumbs.

"I told you that you can’t even take a step without me." The man chuckled and sat down next to you, leaning back on the couch. "Your face is covered in chocolate. Last time you got dirty in flour. So sloppy. Even my brothers and sister eat more carefully than you!"

Your eye twitched, you blushed in embarrassment and hit him on the thigh, causing the man wince. He teased you as always.

"It isn't true!" You snorted and, defiantly turning your head away from him, took another bite of the cookie.

"The real truth!"

The children watched with interest and curiosity as you both exchanged barbs and snarky remarks about each other. Their blue eyes darted from side to side depending on which of the two of you was speaking.

Your annoyance level started to rise again when Childe reminded you of all the most awkward situations that you were in with him, and you already wanted to start reminding him of his awkward moments when a cheerful voice was heard next to you.

"Sis, do you want me to tell you about how messy big brother is when he cooks for us?" You let Childe go, which you held tightly on his ear in an attempt to avenge him for his teasing, and turned your attention to the youngest child.

Teucer stood right in front of you and flashed his joyful and innocent smile.

"W-what?" The ginger man asked, slightly startled as he turned his attention to his brother. "What are you talking about, Teucer?"

"I remember this moment too!" Anthon exclaimed joyfully and excitedly, and his eyes lit up with some slyness, which he directed at his older brother.

"Hm?" You also smiled slyly, glancing out of the corner of your eye at the ginger man, who noticeably quieted down and stared at his brothers and sister with a pleading look in his eyes. "Then I would love to hear your story about it!"

"Once we were cooking a festive dinner with family." Tonia began to tell, giggling mockingly and looking at her older brother, who gradually began to look like a puppy that was kicked by his owner. "Brother needed to cook pasta, and when he cooked, he was covered in sauce!"

The children burst into loud laughter, brushing away tears of joy from their eyes, and you giggled, watching how Tartaglia's face gradually turns red. He puffs out his cheeks like a small child, and crosses his arms over his chest, showing with all his appearance that he was offended.

"And once Tonia put her red lipstick on big brother while he was sleeping!" You could see from Teucer's face that he liked to tell you about the ridiculous situations his elder brother got himself into. You laughed out loud as you watched Childe's embarrassed expression. "When he woke up, big brother walked around with makeup until the moment he looked in the mirror in the evening!"

You sincerely laughed when you heard Tartaglia snort in annoyance. A slight spark of joy and mischief appeared in your soul when you and he switched places. Now he was the object of your teasing.

"Didn’t anyone tell him that he had lipstick on his lips?" You asked, covering your mouth with your palm to drown out your laughter — this made Tartaglia flinch, because now he was completely fascinated by your laughter.

"When he noticed it, he screamed so loud!" Tonia giggled, throwing a mocking look at the ginger man.

"It was cruel, Tonia!" Childe made a whining sound, embarrassed and offended.

"And we had fun!" The girl smirked and put her hands on her sides, after which she looked at you, as if looking for your approval and support. "Is it true, Y/n?"

"It's true!" You nodded with confidence and smiled at the girl again, catching Tartaglia's offended look on you.

"And more recently, my brother got dirty in toothpaste, and..." Anthon began to say, also wanting to share a funny story about his brother with you, but the ginger man managed to cover his mouth in time, forcing the boy to kick in his arms with displeasure.

"I think you've told Y/n enough stories." Childe said, after which he looked at his brothers and sister with some sternness and asked, "Have you finished with your homework? Should I check it out?"

You noticed how two boys shyly lower their eyes to the floor and blush, throwing timid glances at you. You could tell from their faces that they hadn't done their homework yet. Tartaglia understood this too. They looked so cute that your heart beat faster when you felt this warm and reverent family atmosphere.

But you could tell by Tonia's look that she had done all her homework. The girl smiled as Childe stepped closer to her and patted her ginger head.

"Take an example from your sister!" The ginger man said importantly and instructively, noticing how proudly Tonia tossed her head and smirked. "And while I'm cooking dinner, please finish your homework."

Both boys nodded absently.

"You both will definitely cope with everything!" You smiled reassuringly at them, and a happy twinkle of confidence appeared in the eyes of the little boys.

Anthon and Teucer hurried up to the second floor to finish their homework, full of confidence thanks to you that they could handle everything. Childe looked at you as you looked at his brothers, and for some reason his heart beat with joy. The fact that you got along with his siblings warmed his soul and gave him a sense of calm and serenity.

Tonia noticed her brother's gaze and smiled contentedly. It seemed that the girl understood much more than her silly older brother. A grand plan popped into her head.

"Brother, can I play with Y/n in my room?" Tonia asked, moving closer to the ginger man who was busy with dishes and vegetables in the kitchen.

Tartaglia turned to his sister and smiled, stroking her head, "Sure, you can. Y/n, would you like to play with Tonia while I cook dinner?"

"W-what?" You were in your own thoughts, so you flinched when the ginger man started talking to you. You looked at Tartaglia and his sister, comprehending what he told you. "Yes, sure, I'll keep her company."

The girl clapped her hands happily and walked towards you.

"Thank you, Y/n!" Childe smiled tenderly, and your heart fluttered at how sincerely he smiled at you at that moment. The man returned to cooking, and you continued to look at him, as if spellbound, until Tonia came up to you and pulled you by the hand towards her room.

A satisfied smile appeared on the girl's lips when she noticed your gaze.

"Let's go, we'll have a lot of fun!" You hurriedly stood up and let Tonia lead you towards her room.

"Let's hurry!" You smiled.

You were sitting on a soft chair at the dressing table in front of a large mirror. It was framed with gold edging, and, in fact, Tonia's whole room looked like the room of a real princess. It was very spacious and light in here. The room was dominated by light colors and tones.

On the girl's bed there were many different plush toys, next to the window there was a big dollhouse. If you were a little girl now, you would even envy her very much. Of course, as a child you had toys, but you never had a dollhouse, and with some envy you glanced towards a dollhouse from the corner of your eye.

The light strokes of the comb through your hair calmed you, and you relaxed a little when the little hands of the girl ran through your hair. Tonia asked you to be her model and you gladly agreed. The girl smiled happily as you removed the hair tie and let your hair down. Stars of pure delight shone in her blue eyes.

And now you looked at yourself in the mirror and understood why Tonia was so excited. Your hair was really very beautiful, it flowed down your back, framed your neat little face. Your hair was very soft and silky to the touch — you could see the ginger girl's eyes narrowing contentedly as she ran her hands through your hair.

"I really like your hair!" Tonia said enthusiastically, wielding a comb like a real hairdresser.

"Is it really so?" You smiled at her in the reflection of the mirror, trying to remain still so as not to interfere with her work. The ginger girl nodded contentedly. "And I like the color of your hair."

"It is true?" The girl was carefully combing your hair when a sly smile appeared on her lips. "Then do you like the color of my big brother's hair too?"

Your cheeks instantly turned red, and you excitedly looked at Tonia through the reflection in the mirror. The little girl looked quite pleased and wasn't at all embarrassed by her words.

"W-what?" You stuttered awkwardly, trying not to show your embarrassment, nervously clutching the fabric of your clothes with your hands. "W-why did you think that?"

"Sis, well, it’s logical!" The girl said cheerfully, and leaned over to her nightstand to get out her hair ties and various hairpins. "He's my brother and if you like the color of my hair, then you like his hair color too!"

You smiled shyly.

"That's hard to argue with."

"So don't you deny that you like my brother?" Tonia smiled slyly, continuing to braid your pigtail.

"W-why are you asking me something like that?" There was no limit to your embarrassment, because you couldn't understand how you felt about Childe. "We were talking about his hair!"

"He and his hair are one!" Tonia spoke instructively, continuing to braid your hair. A self-satisfied smile played on her small pink lips. "And if you like his hair, that means you like my brother."

You couldn't resist childish logic, so you chose to just nod absently, continuing to stare embarrassedly at your reflection in the mirror. Gradually, your hair became braided, giving you more cute and childish look.

The girl really made you think about what feelings you could have for Tartaglia. Why did this ginger man evoke such a storm of emotions and feelings in you when you were next to him?

Or when in a big crowd of people the first thing your eyes found were his blue eyes? It was like a reflex. You had the feeling that your body controlled itself and was looking for Childe among all the others.

How could you resist his beautiful eyes? How did your heart still not jump out of your chest when he was next to you every time?

And how could you resist the urge to kiss him on the lips when he smiled at you with such a wonderful smile? These questions quickly changed one after another in your head as Tonia continued to braid your hair.

Stop. What did you just think about?

Kiss him on the lips?

You instantly felt your heart beat much faster, a hot blush rose to your cheeks, and your level of embarrassment reached its maximum heights. When did your thoughts become so unexpected and embarrassing!? You didn't expect such thoughts from yourself.

You tried to calm down, take a deep breath in and out, and grunted in your thoughts. You and him are just colleagues and friends. You shouldn't be thinking about something like that goes beyond work and friendship.

Meanwhile, Tonia continued combing your hair, and when your hairstyle was ready, you smiled happily when the girl began to weave various hair ties and hairpins into your hairstyle. The final decoration was a small hairpin in the form of a bow, which the girl attached to one of your two pigtails.

You were looking at yourself enthusiastically in the mirror when you heard her thin voice behind you.

"She never let me touch her hair."

You froze for a moment and looked up at Tonia's reflection in the mirror, noticing that she was a little sad. You turned to her.

"Who are you speaking about?" You asked as you watched the ginger girl search for something in her big makeup bag.

You didn't use much make-up except for skin care make-up. Therefore, your eyes ran from side to side at the sight of all the variety of cosmetics that the girl had.

"She was always only interested in my brother. She never played with me." Tonia didn't seem to pay attention to your question, but you decided not to repeat your question, just silently continuing to listen to her. She pulled a pink lipstick out of her cosmetic bag and looked at you. "You're completely different. I like to play with you, Y/n!"

You were touched by her words and smiled, "I like to play with you too!"

You spent the time before dinner with Tonia. She gave you a beautiful makeover, telling you some funny stories from her life. At the same time she didn't forget to constantly praise Childe, listing all his best qualities and merits. You just smiled shyly at her as you listened to her stories.

You tried to listen carefully to her voice, but during all this time the thought of who this "she" that Tonia spoke about couldn't leave your head. Was it her friend or friend of her brothers? Why was the ginger girl talking about "her" in such a hurt and upset way?

While you were in your thoughts, you didn't notice that the ginger girl was finally done with your makeup. She moved away from you a few steps and smiled contentedly, proud of the work done.

"It's ready!" Tonia said happily. "You can look at yourself in the mirror!"

You nodded with a smile and turned to the mirror. You involuntarily felt that you were speechless. In your eyes, you looked amazing. Your hair was braided into two long pigtails that adorned various hairpins.

Your eyes were lightly made up with eye shadow, your cheeks were covered in light blush, and a matte pink lipstick was applied on your lips in a thin layer. And in addition to everything on your head was a hairpin with a beautiful puffy bow.

Your cheeks blushed pink as you said, "It's very beautiful, Tonia..."

"You're very beautiful, Y/n." The girl corrected your words and hurried to take your hand, forcing you to rise from chair. "Come on, I want my big brother to see you!"

Your heart was beating fast as the girl said those words. For some reason the fact that Childe would see you like this warmed your heart, but at the same time it thrilled you insanely.

"S-stop, wait a second!"

But the girl was quicker, dragging you with her straight to her brother, because of whom your heart threatened to jump out of your chest.

Tartaglia was busy in the kitchen, standing by the stove and checking the soup was ready. A truly amazing aroma emanated from the pot, and the man smiled contentedly, anticipating his brothers, sister, and you tasting his food with the most enjoying faces. He wouldn't even mind if you complimented him.

Childe wanted to surprise and impress you by cooking you a delicious dinner. The opportunity to show you his culinary skills put him in a state of excitement and some nervousness, because he was very interested in how you would react to this.

Both of you have already cooked and enjoyed food together, but now he wanted to cook something for you on his own to make you happy. The last days you occupied all his thoughts, the ginger man thought about you almost constantly.

And the opportunity to see you next to your family, to see how you get along with his brothers and sister, makes his heart beat joyfully in his chest from the realization that the people who are dear to him — you and his family — were able to find a common language.

He wanted these wonderful days of calm to last as long as possible. Until his life turns into eternal suffering.

"Brother!"

From his gloomy thoughts Tartaglia was pulled out by the sonorous voice of his sister.

"Turn around now and see what beauty you're missing from your sight!" This request was made in a commanding tone, and Childe, smirking, didn't dare to resist, wondering what Tonia was talking about.

And when he turned around, Tartaglia froze in place, and his heart beat faster when he saw you. Your beautiful appearance at that moment was reflected in his blue eyes with a radiance. You stood there in front of him so beautiful and wonderful, smiling shyly and nervously clasping your hands in front of you.

You looked wonderful, and the ginger man was speechless for a few moments, not knowing what he should say. He could have sworn that he saw an angel in reality in front of him.

You bit your lip nervously as you noticed that Childe was standing in front of you in that cute kitchen apron looking completely stunned. And you would certainly have laughed at this, if not for the embarrassment that took possession of you when the eyes of the man looked at you from head to toe.

The silence between the two of you was also very embarrassing, and you already wanted to say something to break this embarrassing silence, but Tartaglia beat you to it, breaking the silence first.

"You're beautiful."

From how confidently this phrase sounded, and from how gentle his voice sounded at that moment, it seemed to you that your heart would break out of your chest now and rush right into his hands. Your cheeks instantly turned red, and you felt a great warm rise to your chest.

Both of you looked into each other's eyes, unable to tear yourself away, and it would seem that nothing could disturb this moment, but when Childe wanted to say something else to you, Teucer and Anthon's voices were heard from the side.

"Big brother! We're done with our homework!" The youngest boy ran up to Tartaglia and hung on his arm, drawing his attention to himself.

Childe's blue eyes left you and the man looked at his brother. You mentally thanked Anthon and Teucer for showing up in the living room at such an opportune moment. But Tonia seemed to be dissatisfied with something.

"Damn, you both messed up again!" She put her hands on her hips and glared at her brothers with irritation.

"What? What are you talking about?" Anthon didn't understand, looking at Tonia and grimacing at her.

"You both will never understand this! You ruined such a romantic moment!" When the girl said these words, your cheeks turned red, and you glanced at Tartaglia, who caught your eye, making you even more embarrassed.

"Stop arguing!" Childe tried to calm the children by getting their attention. "You three should wash your hands, dinner is almost ready!"

The ginger children shouted excitedly and hurried to the bathroom to wash their hands. You smiled as a warm family atmosphere spread over your chest with a pleasant bliss, reminding you of your mother and Xiao.

Dinner came merrily, accompanied by hilarious and funny family stories. Children's voices were heard from each end of the table, the children vied with each other, trying to draw your attention to themselves. You laughed as you listened to their stories and sometimes asked questions that interested you.

You also told some stories from your life, and the ginger children with undisguised desire told you that they would like to meet your brother. You nodded and promised them with a smile that you would definitely introduce them to Xiao someday.

During dinner you often noticed Childe's eyes on you. He looked at you with a strange tenderness in his eyes, which was noticeable in his clear ocean eyes.

You wanted to ask him why Tartaglia was looking at you in this way, but the children constantly took all your attention to themselves, and you couldn't leave them unattended, gradually forgetting about Childe's gaze.

But the ginger man didn't take his eyes off you for a second. Throughout the dinner, his blue eyes studied you carefully, outlining every curve of your body, not leaving unnoticed a single piece of your skin, not a single birthmark and not a single small scar.

His gaze, like himself, succumbed to the pull of your gravity.

After dinner the children, happy and full, fell asleep on the couch in the living room. You gladly decided to help the ginger man clean up the kitchen after cooking and wash the dishes.

You washed the dishes, rinsing it with water, and the man, taking the dishes from your hands, wiped it with a towel. You both did your work in silence until you decided to speak.

"They are so active! They ate and immediately fell asleep." You chuckled as you passed another plate to the man, and at that moment your and his hands touched.

His hand was slightly cool, the skin was rough, but his hand felt very gentle and soft on your hand. Your cheeks flushed when you noticed that the man continued to stare at the place where your and his hand joined.

You exhaled in embarrassment, drawing his attention, and he, as if coming to his senses, jerked his hand away. It seemed to you that he didn't hear your words, but you decided not to tease him about this, maintaining a calm and peaceful atmosphere.

"Thank you for agreeing to come here today." Childe said in a serious voice that he used on the rare occasions when he was truly sincere. "It's very important for me."

"You have nothing to thank me for." You smiled and turned off the water faucet, finishing washing the dishes. "I was happy to meet Tonia, Anthon and Teucer!"

The ginger man froze when he heard your words, which spread in a pleasant warm in his chest.

"Listen, Y/n…" He didn’t have time to finish when you suddenly interrupted him.

"Oh my god, is it this late already?" Your sudden exclamation frightened Tartaglia a little when he noticed how frightened you looked at the clock that hung on the wall. "I need to be home in an hour, I have to receive a package for my report at work!"

You excitedly hurried out of the kitchen, leaving a confused and visibly upset Childe alone. Sighing, he followed you to see you off.

The ginger man found you in the hallway, where you were diligently trying to get your foot into a shoe, that you did quite badly and ridiculously because of your haste. You scolded yourself in your mind.

"Y/n, are you leaving already?" Anthon's voice was heard from the side, it sounded very upset.

You looked up and noticed three children who came closer to you. They looked very sleepy and rubbed their eyes with their hands.

"Y/n has some urgent business and she needs to go." Childe answered for you, he leaned against the wall, fixing his blue eyes on you.

"Wha-at?" Tonia asked in an upset voice, looking pitifully at you with her blue eyes. "Y/n, will you come to us next time?"

"Sure, I'll gladly come to you again!" You smiled and stroked the girl on the head, noticing the adoration and interest with which the youngest child, Teucer, looked at you.

"Then you should definitely come to our family picnic!" The ginger girl insisted, turning to her older brother. "Do you agree with me, brother?"

"You should ask about it not me, but Y/n." Tartaglia chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest and giving his sister a mocking look.

"Fool!" The girl snorted, then looked at you with pleading eyes. "Will you come, Y/n?"

"Sure, I'll try to find time for that." You smiled at her again as you picked up your bag from the dresser.

Childe decided to see you off and moved closer to you when his little brother's voice made him freeze in place.

"Big brother, will you and Y/n get married?" Teucer tilted his head, looking at Tartaglia and you with a question and sincere curiosity.

Your heart sank into your heels as you caught Childe's gaze. There was also a slight fear and excitement in his blue eyes. You both froze in place and turned attention to the youngest child, who was looking forward to your answer.

"Ahem…" The ginger man tried to control himself and looked at the boy. "Why do you think so?"

"You and Y/n look happy when both of you are around each other." The words of the child struck you to the core, and you didn't even know what to answer him, but Childe saved awkward position.

"No, Teucer, me and Y/n won't getting married." Tartaglia said, and at that moment it seemed to you that you forgot how to breathe. Just like Childe.

"But why?!" The child sincerely didn't understand, pressing his small hands closer to his chest. "Don't both of you want to always be happy?!"

"Enough, Teucer!" Tonia interrupted him, making an angry face. "You're putting our brother and Y/n in an awkward position."

"It isn't true!" He pursed his lips in resentment, staring at his sister. "Why can't Y/n and big brother get married?!"

"Because we don't love each other." You completed Tartaglia's thought, and for some reason these words came to you with extraordinary difficulty.

Childe felt that he was beginning to lose his mind.

You looked at the ginger man and caught his sad look. It has become very difficult to be here.

"I'm sorry, I really have to go." You said, ignoring painfully contracting heart in your chest that demanded that you stay here. Next to him.

You turned towards the door and walked out of the mansion, leaving Childe and his brothers and sister alone on the threshold of their big house.

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒 — 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

✦ kinktober day 24 — biting/marking feat. dainsleif : childe : xiao : tighnari x fem! reader | kinktober masterlist.

✦ warnings: biting/marking

✦ 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐅

"strip." the ring around dainsleif's voice was dominating, greedy, as you obeyed him without a thought wasted, pulling the straps of your dress down which resulted in your breasts slightly spilling out from past its fabric, exposing them to his needy eyes. Dainsleif moved towards you, lifting your chin with his index finger before taking you in for a kiss.

once breaking his lips off yours, his hands began to roam over your body before nestling his head in the nook of your neck, tracing the sensitive skin with his warm tongue. You tossed your head back at every flick of his wet muscle, enveloping your arms around his body to have him closer to you. You could notice how his teeth grazed over your exposed flesh, the slight pressure dainsleif added on his movements were giving you trouble breathing, eyes scrunching shut.

"your scent is addicting, you know that?" you suddenly let out a small gasp as he bit down on your neck, it stung a little, in a way the pressure he put behind was almost enough to draw blood yet dainsleif pulled away almost instantly, blowing cold air on the small pulsating area. He upped his pace again, leaving your body quivering and shaking, your hands tangling into his hair so he wouldn't move his lips away from you ever again.

✦ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

childe's fingers traced over your body before you felt him pull you down the bed, having you lay comfortably on the soft sheets in the dimly lid room. The mattress was shifting upon him crawling over towards you, his body weight on top of your figure. "you can make things so difficult for me sometimes, you know that?" he whispered into your ear cheekily.

ajax continued to place small pecks on your cheeks, chin and jaw before going down your neck, licking all the way to your collarbone. A small surprised yelp fell from your throat as you felt childe suck down on your skin in combination with roaming his warm hands over your body. He haltered his movements on top of your clothed cunt, rubbing your folds over your damp panties. Your spine arched into his experienced touches, attempting to grind your hips upwards to meet his fingers yet in the end unable to do so because of his bodyweight caging you in.

the lingering chorus of his sucking and biting was making you shiver, watching him with half lidded eyes. "I'm not done yet." he muttered, his digits grazing over your clothed clit before hooking his fingers past the flimsy material, using his index and middle finger to spread your folds apart in an instant as he went back and forth. Childe's mind was running crazy, biting down on your collarbone yet again, his fingers and lips getting you closer to your goal.

✦ 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

at first, it was more an accident than anything else. Xiao was fucking you for hours, faint layer of sweat visible right above his brow bone as he continued to rut himself into your tight cunt. The only reason he decided to sink his teeth into your neck was to muffle his own moans and not embarrass himself in front of you but the moment he did it, not to mention the moment he realized how wet and riled up you got from merely a bite, was turning it difficult for xiao to not do it again.

your body shuddered as you felt his sharp teeth on you again, only hovering over you but practically waiting to dig themselves right back into your skin. Xiao darted his tongue out to lick at the spot— before moving forward, biting down and slowly letting go again, only to tighten his next bite a bit more. At this point you were a whining mess, pressing your fingernails into his back as you tossed your head back, crying out from unbelievable pleasure. "do that again." you panted, your whole face growing hot with a sensation building deep inside your gut. Xiao enjoyed this as much as you did, attentive to every expression you showed him while you're gasping for air, closing your eyes to concentrate on the added passion forming in your body.

✦ 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈

tighnari's fingers trace over the tingling spot on your thighs before easing his mouth back, leaving wet kisses along your flesh. He's slowly showing his teeth to you, a smirk prancing over his feature before he placed them on your leg, closing the gap. He didn't move, nor add any more pressure, rather did he clutch on that one spot until he was able to coax out a reaction from you.

your body was shaking, desperately, tighnari's spit spreading on your thighs as he lapped it up again. He didn't dare closing his eyes, knowing full on well you always gave him something to watch, whether it was your cute pouting lips or your lewd expression that was yearning for something else.

you could feel a growl vibrate in his throat, he was losing himself more each and every minute. Tighnari was way too good at this game, being a master at it, always knowing how to drive you over the edge with simple moves like that, his smirk wide and clear for your eyes to see. His teeth pressed down on your naturally soft thighs again, demonstrating his control over you when you yet again, moaned at the sharp pleasure that threw your whole body in awe. "perfect." tighnari muttered through harsh panting, "you're perfect."

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