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xngelholix · 1 year

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𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦

pairing -> Cyno x Reader

word count -> 1,638 words

themes : blood and injury, slight spoilers to Cyno's story quest, angst with comfort, good ending, death threats from Cyno of course, a bit gorey but nothing extreme, viewer discretion is advised

A beautiful and sweet-scented flower adorned your desk one morning, thinking that it was a gift left by your boyfriend for the troublesome paperwork he had left you. However, the flower wasn't really there for good intentions, and you learned that the hard way. (Tighnari ver., Alhaitham ver.)

The lone white vase on top of your table at the Matra office housed an almost translucent flower that seemed to refract the sunlight pouring through the window, pouring a rainbow light over your awaiting paperwork.

A smile slowly crept to your face as you made your way over, Cyno must have sneaked the new flower since the last one he gifted wilted a few days ago.

There's a sweet scent coming from it too. "I've never seen a flower like this before," you leaned close and took a whiff of the flora - only to pull back with a pained cough after the 'pollen' entered your nose. "Eugh, only for viewing pleasure then."

Despite the day starting with sniffles, you got to work with newfound vigor, sneaking glances at the beautiful flower that you almost forget how stacked your work is today. Something about the Court of Desolation and the 300 eremites captured that you need to file a report on.

Maybe the flower was a way for him to say sorry and thank you for your hard work. You'll have to thank him later then.

The sweet scent infiltrated Cyno's nose the moment he stepped into the headquarter's hallways, alluring and refreshing in the morning. And judging by the trail, it seems to be coming from your office.

His feet made quick work to speedwalk towards your office, opening the door with a smile on his face - only to drop at the sight of your confused gaze staring back at him.

Your voice trembled, hoarse. "Cyno?" A trail of blood flowed down from your nostrils as it drips from your chin, staining the wood and papers and the palm of your hand that tried to save your work. Watching your gaze turn away from him, he caught sight of the beautiful, unfamiliar flower. "Didn't... you?"

His movements felt like it wasn't his own as he crossed your office in a quick second, grabbing the vase and throwing it into the bin in the corner with urgency, before cradling your cheeks in his hands.

You haven't seen his eyes this wide and frantic before. But as you tasted the disgusting flavor of metal on your tongue, your head slowly falls to his chest as he screamed, "MATRA! EMERGENCY!"

Investigation

That was no simple flower nor the kind that can be found in the forests, with pollen akin to fiberglass and sprayed with a perfume to mimic the real deal. Unfortunately, or fortunately, the damage only reached your nose and the back of your throat.

All Matra work halted for the next few days as you rested in a spare room in the headquarters as the initial investigation started, lead by your lover despite how much he wanted to stay by your side instead.

Cyno would be by your side during the hours you're awake, and busy meticulously scouring every corner of Sumeru when you aren't.

The first day he already concluded that it wasn't any of the Matras - after all, they were the only ones privy to your relationship, not once had it crossed their mind to challenge the vicious General Mahamatra.

But it was still a person that would at least know the inside of the headquarters seeing as they easily pinpointed your office and sneaked in when the Corps of Thirty guarding the building rotated. But they too were innocent.

If it were the criminals and scholars he apprehended, the absurd amount of suspects he'd have to investigate would take him months to finish investigating. There's still a lot of things amiss in the situation, but upon hearing your whimpers after a bad cough, he knew he had to try harder. Even if it was costing him his sleep.

At some nights when he was forced to stay due to your tight grip on his hand despite being asleep, Cyno finds himself wide awake without nothing to do but stare at your unconscious form.

With no one but the moon as his witness, your lover couldn't help but spill a few tears in regret and hatred. During the worst nights, he find himself blaming himself for possibly causing this great misfortune.

He would cradle, stroke, and whisper broken apologies to your head. Gently kissing it as he tries to stop himself from another breakdown, while you do your best to pretend that you were still asleep.

Recovery

Eating, drinking, talking, even breathing hurt like hell. Even with the various painkillers and medicine you drank, the wounds won't miraculously disappear just like that.

The other Matra take turns caring for you whenever the General is away, the faces and days bled together from the heavy medicine you have to take thrice a day, and soon the only one you recognize is the face of your lover.

Seeing you like this hurt him just as much as you do, and he really tries his best to always be there when you're conscious. Even when he's out in the city, the Matra would send him a message through the Akasha to inform him that you're awake, and he would immediately drop whatever he was doing just to visit.

Initially, due to the condition of your throat, you had to eat liquid/pureed foods and they were awful. The fatigue combined with the pain kept you from eating most of the time, only managing to eat a few portions when it was Cyno spoon feeding you, only to ease the worry causing wrinkles on his face.

Speaking also became problematic and writing became tedious soon enough. But your smart and patient lover taught you the alternative of sign language, taking great care to teach you as efficiently as he could. Even if you weren't fluent, the basics were enough to get your points across.

He's never felt great relief being able to communicate with you without feeling guilt every time your throat itched from being scratched up. And yes, he also uses sign language while speaking so you can hone your skills while not feeling left out.

If there was one good thing that came out of this gruesome scenario, it was the fact that you spent so much of your time with him more than ever before. You've never felt so loved and cared for, and any doubts about your relationship faded each day he was by your side.

While it seems that your injuries wasn't that big of a deal compared to say, a broken bone, the heavy medication, bleeding and pain made you too exhausted to even leave the bed at times. Your lover would always find ways to keep you sane and entertained as best he could - card games in bed, new flowers everyday, better joke materials.

When your nose would start bleeding again, he was always quicker on wiping it off for you. Cough drops and a glass of water in close distance for when your throat is the one acting up.

Despite the delicateness of his touches, sometimes you can't help but avert your eyes when you see his melancholic gaze up close - Cyno always struggled to hide his true feelings in front of you, but the exhaustion made him easier to read.

Taking his hand away from your cheek after he had spaced out for too long, he watched in silent curiosity as you curled his middle and ring finger to his palm, extending the rest of his fingers before holding up his hand. I, L, Y. The first code he taught you.

Cyno couldn't get the words out of his mouth as he closed his eyes, hoping that you didn't see his unshed tears as he mouths 'I love you, too.'

Aftermath

The perpetrator was indeed one of the criminals related to the Court of Desolation case. However, the thing that made him stand out was that he was one of the few people to have been escorted inside the headquarter during the investigation phase.

Upon seeing your less than professional interaction with Cyno when passing by, he devised a plan to get back at the General as a last hurrah.

A public trial was held for the crime he had committed against you, and the whole of Sumeru watched the battered man be sentenced to a life in prison. The raw fury in the eyes of the General Mahamatra as he stood in front of the criminal and practically screamed his judgment haunted many of the audience to this day.

But the unofficiated threats were permanently etched in everyone's mind, "If you, or anyone else in this nation for that matter, dares to harm my lover again. I will make sure that you will die by my hand, painful and agonizing, until you're begging for a death sentence."

News of your relationship spread fast like wildfire yet you didn't feel any kind of fear that the incident would happen again. No one dared to speak your name in any bad manner, with rare occasions of meeting you with newfound of respect for your previous predicament.

Your sense of smell and taste were slightly muted to the damage you sustained, but that was the worst of the side effects thankfully. The feast with the Matras after your wounds had fully healed was a blessing, everyone encouraging you to try each dish and asking how it tastes or smells to get accustomed to your adjusted senses.

Out of all the side effects however - the sight of Cyno embracing you and giving you affection in broad daylight now that you don't have to hide your relationship anymore, was the best.

Mmm I love hurt. I couldn't finish the fic I was writing, and it was getting long too, so I drafted that and started up this new one to post something tonight at least.

#ೋ ┃ heavenly reels #☘︎ ┃ genshin files #cyno 💕💕💕#my heart #when he #he's the standard #he's the epitome of perfection #in my eyes #he can never do wrong #op 🥺 this is such an amazing read #thank you for feeding me cyno brain rot 🧎🏻‍♀️

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xngelholix · 1 year

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kaiser and his masochist ass internally thanking the person that managed to piss off his usually calm s/o that he once in a blue moon received a successful response after annoying the shit out of you but oh, this one is different. you're salty and you snapped at him after he greeted you at the door with a loud ‘liebling’ on his cherry-gloss lips. he didn't even realize his eyes were twinkling in joy and his hands intertwined to a prayer, blush painting his pale skin as he grinned. when you look back at him to apologize with a worried gaze and unusually sweet voice (because hey you talk normally at him), he quickly acts hurt—lower lip exaggeratedly jutted out and brows furrowed but you didn’t notice one bit, and pull him into a bear hug that made him huff how the gesture made his heart skipped a bit as if the both of you initiate skinship like a couple in their newly blossoming relationship. he squeezes your form closer to his chest, nose nuzzling at your temples and planting wet kisses as he assured you with his saccharine tongue, “don’t worry, Schatz! i like it when you’re rough at me~♡

#ೋ ┃ heavenly reels #☘︎ ┃ bllk files #THIS IS GIVING ME BRAINROT #OVER HIM #I AM SUPPOSED TO BE HDJDHDJD #KAISER 😤😭🙏🏻

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xngelholix · 1 year

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Obsessed with Fighting because it’s essentially just “don’t kill yourself, we’re BooSeokSoon :)”

#ೋ ┃ heavenly reels #☘︎ ┃ svt files #yes #true #reasons to stan svt more #especially bss!!!

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xngelholix · 1 year

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.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・.・゜

“—No thank you.” How many has it been since then? “I'm not interested.” Rejection after rejection.

You could only stare as Rin turned down another box of chocolates one of the girls prepared for him on this specific day. You watched as the expression on the girls face turned sour, nose scrunching, and forced a quivering smile out of her.

“Ah, I see.” You watched as she walked away in a solemn manner. Yeah, you watched.

That's what you've been doing all day. You watched as your best friend rejected every person that dared to offer him anything on Valentines, and each time you see another one approaching—it strikes fear within your heart.

Because you knew, had you not decided to be a wuss and hide the love letter in your bag earlier that morning—you'd probably be the one in their shoes. Rin gestured for you to follow him after a few seconds of standing in the middle of the hallways, and you reluctantly followed, a bit tired now that you've finally reached the end of the day.

You heaved a heavy sigh, “Are you tired?” Rin asked, staring while you stretched your back. You hummed, before chuckling, “A bit, I got pushed around by your fans a lot. But it was worth it, seeing them all fawn over you was hilarious.” You joked.

It was true though, no matter how painful their harsh pushes past you were—seeing them fight over one guy was funny to watch. Even if that one guy was the person you were currently unrequited with. Rin stayed quiet, one hand reaching over to unzip his bag and rummaged through it.

You stared in anticipation, not sure as to what he was looking for. “Here.” To your surprise, Rin held a box of chocolates in front of you. Your eyes widened, wondering where and when he got the chocolates, “It's from one of the people who gave it to me, I'm not sure who, I forgot.” You being the tired person you were, thought nothing of it and instead slowly held the end of the box while his fingers tightly gripped onto the other one.

“I don't really like chocolate, they taste like wax.” He murmured quietly, a small stitch to his eyebrows already said a lot about what he felt. “They're lukewarm, right?” You playfully teased, and Rin unsurprisingly nodded his head in agreement.

“Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then.” You hummed, usually the two of you go home together, so why is he in a rush now? “Aren't we gonna go home together?” You asked way too quickly, not even considering that fact that he must be tired after being the star of the whole school earlier.

“Sorry, that sounded desperate...” Your apology was immediately followed by an awkward laugh. Rin lightly shook his head, “It's fine. I'm just... Tired. Bye.” You rose a brow, he said bye a little too quickly just now. Just what is going on in his head?

Rin slowly began to walk away while you looked back down at the crimson box in your hands, lightly staring at it before it hit you.

“Wait. You never accepted any of their chocolates.” Rin paused, almost like he'd been caught. Your eyes widened, a blush immediately creeping up your cheeks when you finally realized.

“You bought me these?!” You yelled, a little too loudly. You covered your mouth and whispered a small apology to nobody in particular. Rin did not dare to turn around, instead he gave you a small wave, “I'll see you tomorrow.” He said, before continuing to walk—just a little bit faster this time.

You smiled widely and ran to his side, not letting him escape when he'd just done the sweetest thing anyone has ever did for you. “That is so sweet of you.” You lightly nudged his side. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” Rin stayed quiet, too busy staring at the gate ahead of him, before he sighed when the silence that followed was too unbearable.

“... You're welcome.”

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜

#ೋ ┃ heavenly reels #☘︎ ┃ bllk files #gggrrrrr #RIN!!!!#😤💗💓💕

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xngelholix · 1 year

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he’s just a shitty baby chick 🐥🍃

#ೋ ┃ heavenly reels #☘︎ ┃ bllk files #nagi my beloved #i love this huge dork sm 😭

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xngelholix · 1 year

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Lev St. Valentine

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xngelholix · 1 year

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Amedeo Modigliani, Nudo straiato, a braccia aperte (Nudo rosso), 1917

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xngelholix · 1 year

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╭ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁⠀rare acts of affection⠀☘︎⠀al haitham x gn! reader

╰─── ⠀al haitham doesn't know how his hugs and kisses make you feel so loved.

it all started with the little nudge he'd give you after a long day, hands slowly wrapping themselves around your body as he leans down to rest his head on your shoulder.

he had found you focused on the seat of your little office, eyes trailing each word that's printed on the book he had lend you to help on your research. al haitham was so used to your consistent greetings around this time of day, waiting to see you smile at him as you stood by the door to greet him. but it seems like you were so caught up with work that you didn't even noticed your lover observing you from the door.

to say that al haitham was tired was an understatement, given that he was still days away from having his resignation as the acting grand sage be effective and to continue working as the akademiya's scribe. adding the heavy load of his current position, a lot of students had their presentations scheduled this time of day for projects he had yet to approve (most likely to reject because he'd noticed the decline of excellent papers produced by the students this year and he has to do something about it).

it was suprisingly mentally and physically draining for him and al haitham never knew how his mind would suddenly work up the thought of wanting your affection. maybe he just got used to you being more expressive to compensate on his lack thereof. he wholeheartedly agrees that you two compliment each other well but this new profound feeling inside his chest had him recalling what other reasons may have caused his heart to stir for any source of warmth, especially if it's coming from you.

"haitham?" you looked up to see your boyfriend standing still at the door, his eyes seems to waver for a split second before he focuses back on you.

"it seems like you've been busy," he trails off as he takes a seat beside you.

"yes. i wanted to finish this as soon as i can so we can somehow have dinner together."

it's also been so long since the two of you have spent time doing things unrelated to work or research. this also means that al haitham's been getting less and less of your unyielding affection.

maybe it really is muscle reflex at this point. he thought as he slowly makes his way to your chair before gliding down his arms to drape across your shoulders. the sudden contact of al haitham's warm body across your back had you pausing on your work, tilting your head to the side with nothing but curiosity lingering in your eyes.

al haitham can feel the way you stared at him, stiffling a small chuckle before he reaches down to wrap his hands around you.

"i miss you," he whispers, barely even audible if not for the silence so defeaning in your home. you let out a giggle, leaning in back to let yourself relax in his hold.

"well, it seems like you really do." you began to point out his sudden show of affection, causing a visible hue to stain his cheeks a lush pink before letting go a huff (yet he can't seem to peel himself away from you, liking how you've perfectly fit in his arms). "i don't mind it though, i love it more when you're the one asking for some 'cuddles'."

"oh, so you're saying that you just want to see me flustered?" he asked, sensing the upcoming bells of your laughter. and you did, you can't help but chuckle before slowly peeling his 'feeble' arms away as you stand up. he still waits for your answer, eyes observing how your face lit up in happiness. a sight to behold and cherish, he would often catch himself thinking how he's so blessed to have you in his life.

"hm~ maybe?" you went to wrap him up in a tight hug, pressing your body close to his as you lay your head on top of his chest. you can heat his faint heartbeat slowly quickening upon contact, smiling as al haitham proceeds to hug you back as well.

"i miss you too, you know? and just witnessing the al haitham, showing this rare acts of seeking affection makes me want to get the most out of it." al haitham can see the way your expression suddenly shifts, your smile threading on the edge of sadness.

he recalls yet again how less and less were the times spent you two with each other, sighing at how much it made you this sad. as he wasn't that well-versed on how to properly express his desire to be physically intimate with you, as this was new to him as well, he thought back on how you would cheer him up when times were a bit hard on him (although it's rare that it happens but he still managed to recall each memory he has of it).

as you both stood there in each other's arms, you somehow were too engrossed by the fact that your boyfriend had taken initiative in being intimate this time. it wasn't that you minded how you'd often be the first tk act out on affection but you appreciate how he does anyway.

especially as he pulled away and went to pull you towards your bed.

he had made the pillows on the headboard and went to grab the soft blanket that you love so much before sitting down at the spot. there, he pats on his lap followed by opening his arms wide as if to welcome you. you snorted, seeing this new side of him both amusing and endearing to just witness.

"well? what are you waiting for? come here." al haitham ignores the way you're still giggling from this atypical behavior of his before moving towards him and lying on top of him. al haitham gently lifts the two of you up to move to a more comfortable position and went to drape the blanket around you.

"this feels nice."

you can hear the soft brush of the trees on your window as the cold breeze seeps inside the room. the sun had already kissed the ground and had let the moon shine from the heavens, its faint white glow matches the warm tone of your lamp light. you can see the way al haitham just gazes at you, causing you to raise your eyebrow.

he shakes his head, as if to reply to your unaired question, before pulling you closer in his hold (as if you weren't already). "just rest and let me take care of you, okay?"

you mindlessly nodded back, smiling as you let yourself be embraced by his warmth. then it was all silence, not the type where you'd both feel so awkward but rather you both feel at ease, just enjoying each other's presence.

you remembered how long it were to have al haitham be this intimate with you. it took you two months before you could have him cuddle with you and another before you had held his hand in public and with him doing his best to ignore the stares some researchers give you two. it was absolutely adorable of him, feeling his hand grab you tighter as you continued walking away from the public's eye. he never let go, not even once until you both reached his office but not without the image of him being all flustered and leaving a fleeting glance at the hand that held yours.

recalling all the little bits of these memories caused you to giggle, humming in glee before catching the cautious stare from your boyfriend. "it's nothing." you reassured him before you went to trace shapes on his toned arms. "we've been through a long way now, huh?"

"yes," al haitham replies, still caught up from thinking what's going through inside your mind. you have that faraway look in your eyes, something he learned you to have whenever you were deep in thought and being the person that he is, he'd always find a way to know what you were thinking.

but it doesn't always end with the way he want it to. you're always way up ahead of him, sensing his intrigue as you'd go change the topic or do something so far from what you've originally planned. it amuses him, it was a trait of yours that he finds endearing.

but something seems to bother you this time.

"sometimes, i think that one day that you'd somehow grow tired of me being this clingy..."

al haitham can feel his breathing hitched when you spoke of those words, slowly peeling his eyes away from the window and went back to focus on observing the expression painted on your face. it was of sorrow, he knew from the way your eyebrows would quirk in a downward crescent along with your lips puckering a little to form a pout. he used one of his free hand to let it rest on your cheeks, making you look up to him and you were welcomed by his rare soft smile.

"i think it would be the opposite," he mused before using his thumb to rub on your cheekbone, eyes catiously gliding back forth and freckle and beauty marks that adorned your beautiful face. al haitham was never good with his words or with his actions but with how he looked at you, eyes soft and so full of unabated adoration, you knew that you're loved.

"how so?" you mirrored his action and started drawing circles on his toned arms, causing his muscles to relax further more against your touch.

"it's quite simple. a gorgeous, loving, loud but sweet woman like you couldn't possibly be more than interested in a man like me. isn't that how people see us?" the doubt that dances along the edge of al haitham's voice could only strum worry in your heart.

you shake your head before pushing yourself up on your elbows, perfectly encasing the man underneath your reach. he now had both his hand on your waist, his fingers dangerously gliding through the small of your back, distracting you of what he thinks is a lecture because he knew he's not one to be clouded with doubt, not when he often thinks things through.

"then i may have already perished if that day ever comes." you can see how al haitham's eyes widened at the confession that soon followed by gentle kisses to his forehead, sliding down to his cheeks before swaying athrough his jaw. and soon, your lips have finally met his. it was sweet and short just like how he would express his affection, fleeting in contact but it burns itself to your memory.

"i love you so much to leave you, do you know that?" you now rest your head on top of his chest with your hands on both his side to hug him back, listening to his now erratic heartbeat, smiling when al haitham reciprocates the gesture. "i already am the luckiest to have captured the heart of the akademiya's greatest scribe so who am i to complain and even consider growing tired of how he shows his own way of affection?"

al haithams's chest buzzed on your cheek as you felt him chuckle, amused with how you put into words the spilling emotions in your heart. and he loves nothing more than to capture each drop and savor it for days to come.

"then i may need some help in improving my show of affections because a certain someone can be so demanding from time to time." you could only give his arm a quick slap from jesting before you found yourselves laughing in each other's embrace.

"you can be a handful too, you know? it takes so much in me not to —" as much as you want to prove how al haitham is indeed a menace in your relationship, he once more placed his hand on your cheek to make him look up to him before plantinf a gentle kiss on your lips, effectively shutting you up.

"and i just know when to take advantage of your doting nature, showing all these rare acts of affection just to please you, my love."

#genshin impact fluff #al haitham fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #i love him in an unhealthy amount #thank you for carrying me to floor 12 in abyss ♥︎♥︎♥︎#he's so boyfriend coded for me idc idc #but i also hate him #he's too????#🧎🏻‍♀️#he makes me want to stay on me knees #but also rest my head on top of his big chest and cuddle #☘︎ ┃ genshin files # ࣭͘ ⭑ุ৶⸼ ໋ al haitham.txt

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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁ @xngelholix posted : thank you for the tag loml 🥺 i may not have a lot of mutuals that i still talk to at the moment but i'm tagging @softdumbrat because you never once had given up on me despite moving blogs a lot 🧎🏻‍♀️ ily!!

⠀❥⠀⠀three ships : bokuaka (haikyuu!!), cynonari and eimiko (genshin)

⠀❥⠀⠀first ship ever : i was so delusional (and disgustingly heterosexual, no hate to straight people) when i first started engaging into fandoms so it's most likely a ship between my oc and kaneki ken from tokyo ghoul

⠀❥⠀⠀last song : snooze by sza

⠀❥⠀⠀last movie : boku no hero academia : world heroes mission (i miss my babies)

⠀❥⠀⠀currently reading : an assortment of historical film references for my thesis and the art of war by sun tzu

⠀❥⠀⠀currently watching : blue lock, bungou stray dogs and the glory

⠀❥⠀⠀currently consuming : oatmeal wish it was cyno tho

⠀❥⠀⠀currently craving : cyno😔🙏🏻 pesto and chicken alfredo

9 people you would like to get to know better

tysm for the tag @alexmey-does-an-arts!

1. 3 ships; bowuigi, metadede, heavy/medic(I forget the name lol)

2. first ever ship; alphyne

3. last song; Ghost Cowboys by Louie Zong

4. last movie; Midsommar. That was…something

5. currently reading; Dante and Aristotle discover the secrets of the universe. Pretty fire

6. currently watching; JCS criminal psychology

7. currently consuming; nothing

8. currently craving; Iced Cream. About to go get it. I know there’s mind chip in my freezer (:

9 people to tag; @littlegreenwyvy, @garf-official, @d1nosaurpower, @tractor-inside-joke-fucker, @junkydoodlez, @seacrown, @neldu-nak, @darkcanid19, @stormyykat

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xngelholix · 1 year

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Heya!

I just saw your open for request post and want to commission an Cyno x gn!reader, please? :) a fluffy and spicy drabble would be lovely. Maybe smth like.. the reader is good friends with Cyno and Tighnari but the reader went on a journey thru teyvat and met the Aether (traveler) on their way and since then they traveled together and been thru much so they have a connection ofc and then when the reader and Aether visit sumeru and they meet Cyno - he will get all jealous? Cause he sees how close they are and he fears that he missed his chance with the reader? But obvsly its not like that and yeah. A lil bit of making out at the end, please? cause Cyno needs to let out some steam after his jealously :^)

Thank you for doing requests btw!

FIRST. It took ages but I was able to sell my soul in exchange for inspiration only recently, I'm so sorry. SECOND thank YOU for asking, I wasn't sure about this until the 3am among us potion made it work. THIRD beautiful pfp, akaza bb fr i love him a normal amount I promise. FOURTH it's 5 am, literally I'm not kidding, I tried to proofread and all that but I don't even know what's my name anymore so I'm sorry for typos and shit. FIFTH I hope It makes sense, enjoy 💀

𝐓𝐖: Fluff and obviously spice (making out, vague allusions to the dirty deeds ;) ), use of petnames (dear, love), lemme know if I missed something.

𝐅𝐭.: Cyno, Aether (but he's your homie) - GN!Reader

𝐖𝐨��𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: Rendezvous - Little Mix (god this song is such a banger)

Cyno fears nothing.

"Cyno, this is Aether."

Cyno fears one thing.

He'd felt so happy after reading your last letter. You said you'd be back in a few days with a special surprise, but honest to Archons the fact you'd be coming back to him - for him, he’d wanted to say, but not dared to- was enough of a present.

He surely wasn't expecting that this "surprise" would be none other than the Traveler who's saved Sumeru, though. A charming blondie who drifts a bit too close to you, in Cyno's opinion.

"We met in Liyue, he's amazing." You smile, squeezing the blond's ahoulder. "He's a well known traveler across Teyvat, even in regions he has yet to visit!"

"I just help those who need it, not that much of a big deal."

Aether blushes and rubs his neck. Aether blushes. And you're touching him in a way that only close friends do.

It's fine, Cyno wants to think. You're allowed to do whatever you want in your life, he sure as hell won't stand in your way. He already stepped aside back in the days, as you excitedly told him how one of his worst fears came true you were leaving for adventure.

Everything to make you happy.

But his mixed feelings would always get in the way and unleash endless internal conflicts. It wasn't simply about not having you around, it was some kind of longing sitting inside his chest and screaming at you not to go.

It was the distance that made him realise: he was, and still is, far too in love for his own good.

And Aether could get in the way of that.

"We meet again, Traveller." The General nods, pushing down such shameful thoughts. "I'm glad to see you are both fairing well."

"It's all thanks to [Name], actually." Aether nudges you in the ribs. "They're really helpful, no matter the task."

You smirk. "Oh, what an honour. The traveller complementing me, a common, mortal nobody."

"Hey, I'm not that annoying!"

"Maybe. But you sure snore at night. That is annoying."

"Wh-! I don't. I know for a fact-"

No, you don't sound like close friends. You sound like a married couple. What just happened in this handful of months? Did Cyno hesitate too long and lost his chance? Now that he had decided to expose his deepest feelings?

"You guys! Paimon is starving here."

Paimon's shrill voice cuts short the bicker, as the Matra's jaw clenches. Good time, credits to Paimon, but seeing the two of you stroll towards the tavern didn't ease the knot in his chest the slightest.

Your laughter wasn't addressed to him nor to his uncanny jokes. He wasn't the one making you smile.

He was the moon and he'd just been eclipsed by the Traveller's brightest light.

Dinner was... Gut wrenching, to say the least.

You'd known Cyno long enough to tell apart his feelings even as he wears that stoic facade of his. While Paimon and the Traveller didn't have a single clue about the situation, you could feel his dry gaze burning holes on both of your figures, as if the sun had ascended back to the skies and everything around had turned desert.

He was feeling something you'd never quite seen within him.

It took you a bit too long to realise that the fair, lawful General Mahamatra was jealous, of all things.

He was so subtle with it, carefully hid his resentment in his voice and choice of words, in his gestures and mannerisms. But worst of all he didn't propose a single joke during the meal, not even when you laid the chance on a silver platter for him.

That had your mind reeling for the rest of your time together, and even afterwards, as you waved goodnight to Aether and Paimon. As you walked these streets you still know by heart with your dearest friend by your side.

As you choked on the thick air surrounding the two of you.

Maybe you should've left Aether out of it, for the first day, at least. Cyno hadn't seen you in so long, perhaps he didn't like the way Aether inadvertently hogged your attention the entire time when all he wanted was to hear about your adventures.

Yeah, you'd been an idiot for that one.

But, you still had an ace up your sleeve. Quite literally. One that would grant you his forgiveness and hopefully help you say the words to him.

Because of course, it took you less than a week far from him to realise you were smitten for this dad-jokes-spitting being.

You patted your side as you approached Razan Garden in all its glory, and sighed at the feeling of the rectangular box still inside. You could do it, you had to! It took you months of preparation, you wouldn't let it go to waste.

"[Name]." Cyno's voice was soft, as if to match the atmosphere lingering in the marble gazebo. He'd stopped a couple steps ahead of you, but didn't turn to meet your eyes. "My congratulations and best wishes."

You alt abruptly at that. Where the hell is it coming from?

"Uh, thank you?" You quirk a brow. "Did I do something special without knowing?"

He chuckles under his breath. Yes, you are special and he's grateful a being so perfect can exist in this world and is part of his life. But he would never tell you that.

He turns instead. His eyes rich with emotion, gentler. "I'm beyond glad that you found the right person out there, [Name]."

Oh. Oh.

"I only ever hoped for your happiness and well-being, during this period of time."

"Cyno, wait a sec-"

He takes a step forward. "If I had to voice my honest thoughts... I must admit I couldn't find peace of mind knowing you would've been out there alone."

"Cyno-"

"But I see you're perfectly capable of handling your own," the man sighs, shakes his head. A small smile curves his lips. "Just like you've always done."

"Oi-"

And then he's placing loose hands on your shoulders, as if he's in some kind of automatic mode and has to finish the speech at all costs.

For a moment you think he's gone absolutely senile. "Still, I'm relieved you have someone who can watch your back, now. He's a kind-hearted person, level headed, the best you could wish for-"

"Archons' fucking sake, Cyno! Will you hear me out a damn second?"

Cyno almost jumps back, taken out of his weird reverie, but you're quick to trap his face between your hands. You're close, closer than you'd wanted to, unfocused in your frustrated fervor. So much his breath warms the apple of your cheek, as it wasn't burning already.

You take a breath and force more words out before you can cower away from it. "I get where you're coming from, I neglected you today and acted like a shitty friend. And I'm sorry for that."

You lower your gaze to the ground. Now or never. "But it's you, okay? It's always been you! I could travel across all Teyvat and even Celestia, but it's you and just you. So drop that thing you're on about please."

That was disgustingly corny. But hopefully did the trick, you guess.

A beat passes. Then two. You don't see his face, you don't have the courage to take a look at the mess you've made. Him being jealous didn't mean he liked you, not necessarily. Maybe you should've given him the TCG deck and call it a night.

Another beat goes by.

"So... You and Aether are not...?"

He's gonna be the death of you.

You groan, a guttural sound that shouts exasperation from the deepest parts of your chest. All rationality goes to hell as you drag him closer and slam your lips together.

You're kissing him. Archons you're kissing him-

There's no time for Cyno to react. You're pulling away in a frenzy, hoping the ground will open for the Abyss to swallow you right now. You kissed one of your friends only to prove that you're single, and in fact attracted to them. Could it be worse than that? More humiliating and disrespectful to him?

"I'm so sorry!" You wave your hands around. "I shouldn't have without your permission! Are you okay?"

You search his expression for any sign of discomfort; he looks absolutely flabbergasted, but somehow weirdly composed like a bronze statue. His lips -god you'd just kissed them- are parted in the slightest, his eyes wide and yet still. The calm before the storm.

He's showing yet another sentiment you've never really seen him wear.

"Again." Cyno says.

You blink. "Uh?"

You feel his hand slither behind you and circle your waist, as he pushes your body closer. His skin is running hot like the desert's sands and you curse at his choice, or better lack of clothes.

His silver hair falls like a curtain, his eyes sharp. Dangerous, even, if you're not careful enough.

"Please, do it again. I think I've just seen the gates of Celestia." He mutters close to your lips.

That sounds more like him. You can't help but snort at his choice of words, shuddering all the same. The implications of said words dig a flaming hole in your chest.

"How can you be so smart, but dum dum at the same time?" You whisper, one hand traveling to the back of his neck, the other busying itself with stray locks of hair.

And you dip in for another kiss. One you sigh into, one that can be called kiss, actually. It's slower, but full all the same, scorching hot, pushed by feelings that were repressed for too long.

Cyno locks his free hand at your nape, never possessive, although firm. Small sounds bubble in the back of his throat when you bite at his lower lip, then backs just enough to mutter a couple words.

"Can you really blame me? It feels like a dream coming true." He pecks your lips, then presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes. "I was scared you'd chosen him."

"So, all those pretty words from before?" You exhale a breathy laugh, cradling his jaw.

"I'd give away everything I have and am if it meant you'd be happy. I could only wish you the best and support you." Cyno smiles, pouting after the next words leave his mouth. "But it doesn't mean I would be fully content with the outcome."

Your brain has turned to mush. This man is too dangerous for this world, a hazard for you and your poor little heart that feels like exploding. It's a threat to your common sense and rationality. But most of all, it's damaging your brakes.

What he's telling you should not be legal.

"Archons, come here." And you kiss, and kiss, kiss again and again. You map each other's bodies with your hands as if it was the last time you'd be seeing each other. You press your mouths, clatter your teeth, intertwine your tongues.

You're straight up devouring in the dead silence of the night, in a public space. But as indecent the sounds you're both making are, it feels as if the world around blurred and blended into nothingness.

You've found yourself with your back to a wall, somehow, a couple buttons loose, skin hit by the cold air of the night. You -surely more clothed than Cyno- are an absolute mess, whereas his appearance doesn't falter much even at your hands' mercy.

It's unfair, he's unfair. He has no right to be this damn perfect even in the face of chaos.

"Not here, Cy." You manage to utter. "Let's go home."

His hand stops halfway up your shirt and he detaches from your neck with a small grunt, red splotches forming already thanks to his work. He doesn't sound pleased with your choice, but wordlessly complies, knocking you off your feet and picking you up so easily it's unfair.

And embarrassing.

You deadpan. "Seriously?"

He finds your eyes, suddenly composed as if nothing happened. "You seemed quite unstable on your legs, dear."

You're audibly gasping at that, whacking his chest and glaring daggers. "You!"

"Let's continue it home, now."

Cyno is really going to be the death of you, in many ways you'd never even considered.

It's almost dawn when you finally let yourselves snuggle up to each other in the peace of your home. More like his home, since yours needs more than a bit of cleaning after months of disuse, but he's made it clear already: everything that's his is also yours.

Cyno traces patterns on the bare skin of your arm, as you card through the knots on the back of his head, formed after... Recent activity. He seems too lost in your touch to even be awake, when his fingers stop.

"What was the surprise, in the end? Was it the confession?"

Your hands still, your face tightening at the question. When did you even... Oh, right.

"Would you be satisfied if I said yes?"

He pinches you.

"Owie!"

"You should know that what has been of this night matters more than anything, to me. Of course I would be satisfied." Cyno raises a thin brow, as his hand starts to descend agonizingly slow, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. "Was I not clear enough about my feelings? Perhaps you need a reminder-"

"Whoa, hold your horses, General." You chuckle, planting a kiss on his forehead before leaning over to your bedside table, where your bag had been thrown previously. "There was no way I'd come back empty handed after all these months, yanno?"

You pull out the wrapped box, place it in his hands. Cyno stares at it quizzically, but opens the packaging with care after you nudge him in the side.

Oh, his expression is so, so priceless. Cute, too cute, so cute you could die right now on the spot for excess of sugar in your blood. He looks like a kid who's just received the toy he oh so wanted and ranted about.

"It's not just any deck," You explain. "It's a deck made of cards I've gathered around from different regions. Some were more challenging to get, but I've been playing with you for a long time, haven't I? Of course I'd win."

Meanwhile Cyno takes the liberty to browse its contents, and just like you said, they're not from Sumeru. He's barely ever seen them, some are literally unknown, and he's ecstatic at the sight. How long did it take? How much effort?

"This is…" there's no right term to describe it. "Wonderful. You are wonderful, [Name]."

He goes for a hug and you feel like your bodies fit perfectly in each other's arms, as if it was meant to be. Right now, all that matters is this. And it will always be for all you care.

You smile into his shoulder, smooch the base of his neck. "Is it too early to say 'I love you?'."

"I would actually say we're late, Love."

"I love you, then, you Dum-Dum."

"I love you."

"..."

"You are like my asthma. You just take my breath away."

You make sure Cyno slams his head as you throw him off the bed.

#ೋ ┃ heavenly reels #☘︎ ┃ genshin files #cyno 💕💕💕#THIS #TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF #HSJSBSJXHSJS #i will kiss him like that too smh #he be too dumb at times fr #straight headcanon like man can't get a hint sometimes #love this so much op!

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