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         <title>Genshin [All male characters] When you ask “What would you do if I disappeared?”</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Aether</strong></div><ul><li>His sister is already missing. What do you think he would feel if you ask something like that?</li><li>The fear in him is real. It seems endless, all this looking around for his sister. Adding you going missing into the mix, it was like torture. Like an endless spiral down into an endless hole.</li><li>“Aether? It’s just a hypothetical question, you don’t have to think about it too mu--” you were really just blurting out thoughts and nonsense.</li><li>He pulls you in for a hug, one arm tight around your waist and the other behind your head. “Please don’t” he whispers. “I don’t have anything else,”</li><li>He’ll become a shell of himself if you disappear. He’d look for you, but he’ll shed tears every night.&nbsp;</li></ul><div><strong>Albedo&nbsp;</strong></div><ul><li>“Disappear?” Albedo asks, curious. There’s so many different meanings of disappear.&nbsp;</li><li>“Is it of your own accord? Or unwillingly?” You scratch your head cause you just meant in a general way and Mr. Alchemist here has decided to break your sentence down and analyze it. I mean, what did you expect gurl.</li><li>&nbsp;“If you’ve been taken against your will, then I simply must take you back. If you leave on your own accord, however,” he puts a hand under his chin, looking at the ground and thinking a little.</li><li>“I suppose I would still bring you back and figure out what it is that made you leave,” he tilts his head a little and stares at your face.</li><li>He’s actually analyzing you and analyzing the past few days if he’s done something bad or weird or something offensive.&nbsp;</li><li>Finally he just opts to ask you directly cause he’s lowkey worried that you might leave. “Is there a reason you might want to leave? We can discuss it and make changes,”&nbsp;</li><li>Poor thing thinks he did something wrong.&nbsp;</li></ul><div><strong>Bennett</strong></div><ul><li>He doesn’t catch your drift.</li><li>“Disappear? I’d just follow you!” and he says it with such positivity. “I’ll go wherever you go Y/N! We’re adventure buddies for life!”</li><li>You don’t really press the matter further, it’s hard to ask Bennett such a loaded question.&nbsp;</li><li>But later on when he thinks back to it, it’s like a lightbulb suddenly goes off on his head.&nbsp;</li><li>“W-Wait... Are you... Are you sick of being my adventure buddy too?” his tone and mood drops so low that it’s hard to even look at him.</li><li>Good gracious. Give him a hug and tell him you’re just asking in general and didn’t mean anything by it.&nbsp;</li><li>He’ll brighten up right away.</li></ul><div><strong>Chongyun</strong></div><ul><li>“Disappear where?” he asks, curious.</li><li>“I don’t know. No one knows. That’s the point of disappearing!” You laugh. He doesn’t.</li><li>He was eating a popsicle and now it’s just melting as he absentmindedly holds it. He tries to think of several different ways and scenarios of how to find you. Then he realizes it’s impossible. Teyvat is so big, where would he even start?&nbsp;</li><li>“...I should be able to keep track of your negative energy... If anything happens then I can...” He starts to mumble to himself while his popsicle drips.&nbsp;</li><li>Boy is paranoid the next few days and keeps asking if there’s anything amiss or if you’ve felt any evil presence lingering around you recently.&nbsp;</li></ul><div><strong>Dainsleif</strong></div><ul><li>Doesn’t immediately say anything because he’s mulling over the idea.&nbsp;</li><li>He’s gone really silent and you’re a little worried.</li><li>The guy has gone through some rough times, he knows how it feels like for everything around him to disappear.</li><li>That’s the exact reason why he refused to get close to anyone, you were just an exception that he couldn’t let go of.&nbsp;</li><li>He speaks up after a while, when you think that the conversation was already over and you thought he just ignored your question.</li><li>“...If there comes a time...” he’s looking at anywhere else but you. “...that you aren’t by my side, then so be it. But know that death is the only thing that can keep us apart, Y/N. Anything or anyone else that takes you away from me...”</li><li>There’s a very eerie one second pause. “...I’ll make sure they’re the ones who disappear,”</li></ul><div><strong>Diluc</strong></div><ul><li>immediately turns towards you with his brows furrowed. The perpetual blank look on his face is gone and he definitely looks alarmed. “What do you mean? Is there something wrong?”</li><li>He jumps to the worst case scenario. Was it the Fatui? Did they threaten you or something? Or were you really sick? “Y/N if there’s something wrong, <strong>please</strong>, tell me,”</li><li>Doesn’t even hide the fact that he’s worried. He doesn’t want you disappearing under his nose. He legit thinks that someone’s out to get you, or you’re keeping a secret illness from him.</li><li>Is a little obsessive with guarding you the next few days even though you said it really was just a general question.</li></ul><div><strong>Gorou</strong></div><ul><li>“You can’t disappear, I have the best sense of smell around here,”</li><li>He’s got this toothy grin on his face but is lowkey worried why you would suddenly say that.</li><li>He doesn’t usually do so but uses his position as general to get a few guards rotating round the clock, trailing you.&nbsp;</li><li>Might lose sleep over it.&nbsp;</li><li>Is overly attentive towards your activities the next few days. “Where are you going today? With who? For how long?”</li></ul><div><strong>Itto</strong></div><ul><li>“No one disappears on my watch! Specially you Y/N!”</li><li>Not worried at all.&nbsp;</li><li>If he can badger Kujou Sara to no end you can bet your ass he’s gunna relentlessly find you wherever you are. Size of Teyvat be damned.</li><li>He says that but he gets suspicious the next few days even over the smallest things. Like the dog that’s sniffing your leg. Itto’s glaring at it wondering if it’ll snatch you away.</li></ul><div><strong>Kaeya</strong></div><ul><li>First reaction is to chuckle.</li><li>Second reaction is to pull you by the waist and peer down at you. “Not happening, love. I’ve got my eye on you,”&nbsp;</li><li>Makes sure no one else is in close proximity before lifting his eyepatch and grinning. “Two eyes, if you really want to,”&nbsp;</li><li>Doesn’t worry about it too much but has random times where he thinks back to you asking that question and he gets a little antsy over it.&nbsp;</li><li>If he’s free, he’ll come looking for you if he randomly thinks about it. If he’s on the job, the first thing he’ll do is look for you when he comes back.&nbsp;</li></ul><div><strong>Kazuha</strong></div><ul><li>“I believe I’ll always be led back to you, my dear,”</li><li>The guy is not a stranger to loss. He knows what its like to be away from the people he loves and the land he’s from.</li><li>Ponders on it a bit more, doesn’t seem like the type to think over it for too long but he actually does and takes glances at you over his shoulder just to make sure you’re still there.</li><li>He knows that you’ve only asked it as a general question and just to see his answer but now he’s a little anxious about the thought.</li><li>Will try to accompany you wherever you go.</li></ul><div><strong>Razor</strong></div><ul><li>He knows what the word means but he really doesn’t get why you’re asking it and just goes on overdrive thinking that someone’s out to get you.</li><li>Definitely doesn’t sleep at night guarding and watching over you. He dozes off eventually but snaps up at the slightest sound and growls at whatever movement he sees.&nbsp;</li><li>It kinda wakes you up from time to time so you start to try and explain to him that you’re not going anywhere.</li><li>He’s even more confused, but kind of eases up afterwards.&nbsp;</li><li>He’s already immensely protective of you so if there ever was a day that you go missing he’ll definitely blame himself for it.</li></ul><div><strong>Scaramouche</strong></div><ul><li>Man scoffs</li><li>"Go ahead and try, I’ll find you and kill you,”</li><li>but is secretly keeping an eye on you and is extra snappy the rest of the day, specially towards his men who gets too close to you.&nbsp;</li><li>definitely a “If I can’t have you, no one can,” type of guy</li><li>lowkey yandere and might chain you to himself</li></ul><div><strong>Tartaglia</strong></div><ul><li>Laughs. The kind of laugh that’s challenging. The kind of laugh that says “Who dares to take you away from me?”</li><li>“There isn’t anywhere you can hide, darling. But if someone takes you away. Well, I’ll be sure to make them suffer,”&nbsp;</li><li>He’s confident in his abilities in combat but is still slightly anxious at the idea that there may actually come a time where you disappear without a trace, specially in his line of work.</li><li>Will ponder on it a little more and tell you seriously “...If you feel like you’re in any type of danger, tell me, Y/N,”</li></ul><div><strong>Thoma</strong></div><ul><li>“What?” why would you ask that, is his first thought. There must be something wrong.</li><li>He’s beyond worried.</li><li>Cups your face in his hands and tilts your head so you meet his eyes. “Did something happen Y/N?” His lips are in a deep frown. “Where would you go? Why would you go? Is everything okay?”&nbsp;</li><li>Seriously thinks that you’re hiding something from him and is anxious that you’ll just poof away one day.&nbsp;</li><li>Is so jittery that it’s starting to affect his daily life. You promise him nothing’s wrong, you just wanted to ask for fun.</li><li>He sighs and shakes his head. “You say that but I can’t get it out of my head,”</li></ul><div><strong>Venti</strong></div><ul><li>Gives his signature “ehe~!”</li><li>“Ever heard the phrase let the wind guide you? It’s cause I know where to go! I know every nook and cranny of this world. There’s no escape for you!” crosses his arms proudly on his chest and doesn’t think about it for a long time.</li><li>Until he suddenly gets the thought that you might actually disappear into another world. After all... that’s what happened to the traveller right? They jumped worlds and now one of them is missing.&nbsp;</li><li>Goes quiet and that is extremely unusual for him.&nbsp;</li><li>Contrary to what everyone sees, Venti has also seen loss and is someone who thinks about it from time to time.&nbsp;</li><li>“...Don’t go anywhere I can’t follow, Y/N. That’s all I ask,”</li></ul><div><strong>Xiao</strong></div><ul><li>Also scoffs “Impossible,”</li><li>He’s like an all seeing eye. He has knowledge of what happens across the vast lands, and it only takes for his name to be called and he’ll be there.</li><li>But what if you don’t call his name? What if you CAN’T call his name? What if an other worldly being takes you to somewhere he can’t reach?</li><li>“...Listen, Y/N, however small of a danger you think it is, call me...And if you find yourself somewhere far away... Keep calling,”</li><li>He might not hear you immediately, but he’ll keep searching, so you shouldn’t give up calling.</li></ul><div><strong>Xingqiu</strong></div><ul><li>“Hmm... Disappear, you say?” might have the most normal response to it.&nbsp;</li><li>“There isn’t much to do except to seek you out... How long would I keep looking?” He pauses again and thinks. “Why, until I find you, of course. Remember, if you’re lost, just stay in one place, I’ll find you eventually,”&nbsp;</li><li>Doesn’t think much of it because he thinks the chances of someone just disappearing into thin air is low.&nbsp;</li><li>He believes you would leave some kind of clue, if ever you disappeared, or he trusts that you would tell him if something was amiss.&nbsp;</li></ul><div><strong>Zhongli</strong></div><ul><li>is the one who is most used to people coming and going in his lifetime.</li><li>“I have ways to seek people out, Y/N. It wouldn’t be a difficult task just to find you,” closes his eyes and sighs a little.</li><li>“But I suppose the world is a much vaster place than I imagine... If I was unable to find you...” he trails off, looking at his tea and swirling it around a little in his hand.</li><li>“It isn’t something that is easy to accept,” he ends his statement and looks over at you. “Is there any specific reason you’ve asked this?” tiniest bit worried that you might be in some sort of trouble.</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>you are the sun (and all that i bask in)</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<h1><strong>diluc</strong>—☆</h1><ul><li>there's never a morning where diluc doesn't kiss you upon awakening</li><li>it's how he starts his day and as necessary and mundane as eating breakfast or brushing his teeth (or breathing, dare he say)</li><li>good morning kisses are among his favorites because to him, there's no better way to be welcomed into the waking world that with the softness of your lips against his</li><li>he'll sacrifice some of his time allotted for his morning routine, but it's worth it just to spend a few more minutes with you</li></ul><div>his kisses are firm and bathed in unwavering love, yet they shield a trembling longing that's caged beneath the flesh of his skin. every ticklish traversal of your fingertips, warm from sleep, stemming upwards from the small of his back to the apples of his cheeks set his heart ablaze and body alight. you'd cup his cheeks and welcome him to the world of consciousness with a smile that rivalled the stars themselves and a kiss tasting of the remnants of sweet dreams.<br><br></div><div>diluc would murmur words of insistence: that with the sun's blossom over the rolling hills and mountains of mondstat, he too should rise and tend to his duties. but within your arms under thick, wooly sheets was where he longed to be and desired to remain. it was easy to persuade him to spend an extra five minutes wrapped up in your arms: embarrassingly so. he'd pay the price when he scrambled to get ready, sands of time running so quickly through his hands as he would later hop around on one leg with half his leg in the pants hole, ruby broach tugged halfway over his face.<br><br></div><div>but it was all worth it to spend just a little more time basking in the morning sun and waking up to the feeling of your lips on his. so he stays for just <em>"five more minutes" </em>and lets his lips and soul connect against yours.<br><br></div><div><strong>more characters utc!<br></strong><br></div><h1><strong>kaeya</strong>—☆</h1><ul><li>kaeya loves to wake you up in the same way each morning: with his kisses</li><li>morning sun is always too hot for someone like him but you ground him back in reality and let him know that to live is to burn as much as it is to freeze</li><li>there are no teasing remarks, no neatly folded smiles or careful laughs</li><li>just your sweet kaeya and his loving kisses to greet you with the morning sun</li></ul><div>dawn was never preferable for a man who thrived in shadows: but you were a different kind of light.<br><br></div><div>gentle as a firefly, ethereal and milky as the moon and tender as lakewater in the depths of midnight: <em>you</em> were his sun if sunshine were bathed in an inky mist.<br><br></div><div>with his arms wound tight around your body and a caress of his thumb just beneath your eye—shut in bliss and slumber—kaeya observed the rise of dawn and felt his skin tingle with a cathartic release, leaving the calm rise and fall of your chest and gentle pitter patter of your heartbeat to soothe the aches and sores that came with the sun.<br><br></div><div>he'd wake you up first with a kiss to your forehead (because blessed was the brain beneath your skull that looked at him and found love, solace, and home). your nose would scrunch up adorably, but settle back to baseline; this would not do. then, another to your cheeks (both of them, because he loved how supple and sweet they felt beneath his lips). next were your eyelids, where he longed to see the beautiful (e/c) gems hidden beneath the tenderness of your skin and recite poems of love with nothing but his eyes.<br><br></div><div>finally were your lips, where you became his muse and breathed life into him. by this point, you'd awaken (though you usually awoke when he kissed your eyelids but feigned sleep with a tricky smile on your face) and wrung your arms around his neck to tug him closer; and he'd let you, just like he did every morning.<br><br></div><div>but kaeya decided to prolong his usual morning kiss routine with you today: the early morning sun fancied you a divinity and bathed you in its glow, and though he was just a mere sinner, he longed to lay within your embrace and commit every inch of your beautiful face to his memory by heart.<br><br></div><h1><strong>albedo</strong>—☆</h1><ul><li>waking up to albedo makes you question if you're still dreaming</li><li>he's most likely still asleep, resting after a fruitful day of work of all kinds</li><li>but even in sleep his love is more tender and sweet than a droplet of honey</li></ul><div>albedo often woke up to the tickle of your fingertips gliding over his scalp, just barely grazing over the roots of his thick locks. but he preferred his eyes to remain shut just so you'd continue for a little longer. when he eventually did open his eyes, he peered into your own pools and saw within them his entire world and all that he loved.<br><br></div><div>albedo wasn't much of a poet: he preferred to pour his creativity into blossoming pieces of art from his fingertips. but when you laid so calmly and warm in his arms and peered up at him with what looked like twinkling stars in your eyes, a plethora of thoughts washed over him like a gentle tsunami.<br><br></div><div>"radiant", "exquisite", "luminous", "ethereal", were just a few adjectives that came to mind whenever you looked at him with the gentle caress of morning sun on your face and a hazy smile on your lips.<br><br></div><div>he was sure that the flowery words of love that he wanted to convey to you were translated over when his lips met yours and all in the world fell silent.<br><br></div><h1><strong>childe/tartaglia</strong>—☆</h1><ul><li>should he wake up first (which occurs more regularly), childe will first study your face as if he'd be quizzed on it later</li><li>but really he adores how the sunlight contours the grooves and dips of your face and his attention is tethered tight to your lips like a metal coil</li><li>try as you might to persuade him that your morning breath isn't worth his kisses—he won't listen</li><li>because when childe wants something, be it glory, power, or the world even, he'll do what it takes to get his hands on it</li><li>even the strongest of knights need a kiss from their beloved to start the day right</li></ul><div>childe takes his opportunities by the horns and slings reins upon them so that with a flick of his wrist, they are putty or stone in his hands.<br><br></div><div>but it seems you were the one to saddle him first.<br><br></div><div>it frustrated him: all you had to do was lie in slumber, eyes shut peaceful and safe and calm, and his heart would be sent aflutter. when you awaken and caress his face; greet each of his freckles and swipe fluffy locks of ginger hair away from his ocean eyes and shield him from the red hue of early morning sun, <em>he</em> is putty in your hands.<br><br></div><div>he's only ever know the worn grips of sword and knife handles and the sharpness of finely tuned words and edges of blades and pointed arrows that jutted outwards and would draw blood if he pierced too hard.<br><br></div><div>but you are soft, tender, and warm; a far cry from the frigid temperatures of cooled metal.<br><br></div><div>his good mornings, sweet words, and bubbled laughs are muffled between intertwined lips and a dance of hearts and a tangle of your hands in his locks. your smiles are swallowed between his lips and they taste of sugary syrup (and he's reminded that you love pancakes, and thus an idea for breakfast is formulated in his mind).<br><br></div><div>you're in no need of any words to convince just how putty childe is within your arms: his lips that meld so sweetly against yours say it all.<br><br></div><h1><strong>zhongli</strong>—☆</h1><ul><li>zhongli is a creature of habit and finds stability in repeating little things in his daily life</li><li>one of these things is to brew you a cup of tea—just the right temperature, amount of sugar, and milk—and serve it to you just as dawn begins to break over the horizon</li><li>there's no better way to greet a day full of promise and opportunity than to spend it with you and a warm beverage</li></ul><div>you are an ethereal creature more beautiful than any cut of jewel that zhongli has ever gazed upon in his entire life. even with a wrinkled shirt, dried drool on the edge of your oh-so-kissable lips which always stretched into a sleepy smile whenever his fingers brushed against yours, and the glossy glaze of morning mirth that never faded no matter how many times you batted your lashes.<br><br></div><div>the porcelain cup of tea that he had carefully set aside for you had surely gone lukewarm right now, but you had let him know how delicious it was upon the first, steaming hot sip with a pleasant hum and gentle smile on your face.<br><br></div><div>now you laid your head on his chest, searching absentmindedly for the gentle thunder of his beating heart beneath the soft, cotton fabric of his shirt. he'd shake you gently every now and then: a proper reminder not to fall back asleep yet as the day before you and him had yet to be greeted.<br><br></div><div>yet despite being the strongest of the adepti and the former holder of divinity, it is you who silences an archon with a kiss to his lips and a gentle pat to his cheek.<br><br></div><h1><strong>xiao</strong>—☆</h1><ul><li>sleep doesn't come to xiao; it's as unnatural as breathing underwater</li><li>so he'll stand guard and chase away the shadows and cobwebs that surround you while you sleep</li><li>and when morning finally comes, and you've awakened to your loyal lover at the foot of your bed, he's of no position to object when you beckon him closer</li><li>with your heartbeat as a lullaby, perhaps he'll learn what it's like to breathe underwater</li></ul><div>"you're awake." his voice was quiet, gentle; careful not to rouse you from tender sleep too abruptly<br><br></div><div>your eyes still phased in and out of consciousness, body begging to hold onto the last remnants of your sleep but you surged forwards and ripped the tendrils of slumber from your arms to greet your lover.<br><br></div><div>"that i am," you breathed, and stretched your arms out towards him like a beacon of light, "come."<br><br></div><div>years ago he would've declined ferociously (because the burdens he carried are forever his and his alone to shoulder). but now he's learned: that his debt is not all he is, that he is allowed to feel joy and feel blossoms of warmth spread across his cheeks whenever you weaved crowns out of qingxin just for him.<br><br></div><div>crawling onto the bed, his forearms caged your head in as he hovered over you and brushed the tip of his nose against yours no more delicate than a flower petal. you smiled, and skimmed your palms set ablaze with sleepy warmth up from his wrists over his chilled, scarred skin, to his supple cheeks. a tilt of his head to the side and his lips were all yours—and what a feeling it was to dance a morning waltz to the distant roll and crash of the sea.<br><br></div><div>xiao pulled away first, bashful and elusive and breathless from all you give to and take from him, before settling his body onto yours, head on your chest to listen to the steady beat of your heart. bliss overcame him when your fingers carded through his locks, and he knew this was the closest he'd ever get to heaven.<br><br></div><h1><strong>kaedehara kazuha</strong>—☆</h1><ul><li>kazuha is never far, but when the sun rises so does he</li><li>the ocean breeze and gentle roll of the waves stirs something deep within him and he's compelled to go towards it</li><li>but he'll always be within reach, and he'll always go where your intertwined hearts desire</li></ul><div>guyun stone forest was beautiful in the early dawn when not even the crystalflies had gone to bed and some of the twinkling stars in the mauve sky had yet to return to the inky blackness. the sea breeze ruffled his hair as if the anemo archon themself had caressed his head in silent prayer.<br><br></div><div>the winds sounded favorable and playful today, like the innocent twinkling of a dangling bell from a cat's collar; today's events would work in his favor.<br><br></div><div>a silent smile spread across his face when he felt a pair of arms encircle his waist, and a tender kiss pressed to his cheek—chilled from the sea breeze.<br><br></div><div>your head lolled into the crook of his neck as you peered out at the calm waves, tinted the color of sunsettias in their brightest bloom. kazuha felt your heartbeat pitter against his back and raised his arm (careful not to let you come near the blade that hung from his waist) as a silent invitation to come closer—and you did.<br><br></div><div>kazuha's lips nestled themselves at the soft, tender part of your head and murmured a "good morning" into your roots; and a special, secret part of him hoped that he'd always be able to wake up to rolling waves, the fresh scent of salt, and your embrace in the early morning.<br><br></div><h1><strong>scaramouche</strong>—☆</h1><ul><li>it's difficult for him to fall asleep, and stay asleep</li><li>it wasn't until recently that he had discovered that you acted as somewhat of a remedy to his sleep problems</li><li>but he'd rather let his pride stay lodged in his throat and block his esophagus than admit that he falls asleep much better when your hand in clasped in his and your body is snug, puzzle-pieced against his own</li><li>even with all his reservations, he always wakes up to your hand intertwined within his own, and his face snuggled into the crook of your neck</li></ul><div>"you know," you started, voice still rich and heavy with sleep, "sometimes, you cry in your sleep."<br><br></div><div>he wasn't even aware he still did that anymore.<br><br></div><div>"preposterous. you're seeing things." he responded.<br><br></div><div>yet you squeezed his hand and ushered him closer into the warmth of your body with a shake of your head against the pillow. "i'm not."<br><br></div><div>silence engulfed the bedroom save for the twinkle of freshly fallen snow from outside the walls of zapolyarny palace, and a pair of morning doves landed on the branch just outside the window before scaramouche spoke again.<br><br></div><div>"is that why you hold my hand?"<br><br></div><div>you hummed in thought, lost to the tendrils of thought for only a brief moment before your answer rolled so fluidly out from your tongue without hesitation.<br><br></div><div>"no, i hold it because i love you."<br><br></div><div>he scoffed, though he knew that you knew he wasn't annoyed in the slightest when he squeezes his arm tighter around your waist and raised your intertwined hands to press a kiss to your skin. he'd always sleep soundly if you remained by his side.<br><br></div><h1><strong>dainsleif</strong>—☆</h1><ul><li>he's seen the fall and rise of the sun too many times to count</li><li>the first few times he'd ever witnessed such beauty were breathtaking moment that stuck with him forever despite the circumstances in which he was allowed to breathe in dewy morning air and see the brilliance of the sun for the first time</li><li>but the novelty eventually withered away and what remained was numb and cold</li><li>until you entered his life and reignited the childish wonder within him; you became his new, eternal sun</li></ul><div>he always woke up much earlier than you did: two or three hours were all he really needed at this point. but he preferred waking up earlier, at the time which dawn slowly began to creep up over the horizon, stuck between that lamentful limbo of inky midnight blues and striking, tangy oranges and playful pinks.<br><br></div><div>your body was pressed tight against his; limp in his lap with the faint fan of your snores tickling the strands of hair at the base of his neck. unlike the sun with which he had once found novel beauty in, your beauty never ceased, the novelty never wore off, and even in sleep you blessed him with light and the luck that he possessed to be able to love someone as lovely as you.<br><br></div><div>you'd wake up and prop yourself up on his chest to give him a kiss and whisper a good morning, before pulling him back down to sleep within your arms without question.<br><br></div><h1><strong>thoma</strong>—☆</h1><ul><li>thoma's got a strict schedule he needs to maintain</li><li>which means he's here and then gone on a long, busy day of work</li><li>but that doesn't mean he doesn't set aside the perfect sliver of time in his morning to wake you up in the gentlest of ways and bid his goodbyes until afternoon</li></ul><div>thoma would chide you whenever you forced your eyes open just to watch him hustle around the room and throw on his clothes for the day—because there was no need to watch him slowly cut the cord of morning bliss that tethered the two of your together. but you couldn't help it; even if for a moment all you wanted was to lay your eyes on the man you loved.<br><br></div><div><em>"go back to sleep, i'll come see you soon. it's a promise." </em>he whispered, careful not to ruin the sleepy trance you were caught in as he drew the thick covers back over your body.<br><br></div><div>you knew he always kept his promises (even if he did show up breathless with a bouquet of flowers and two sticks of tricolor dango in his hands), but he still sealed them with a sweet kiss first to your forehead, then to your lips for extra measure.<br><br></div><h1><strong>arataki itto</strong>—☆</h1><ul><li>itto is restless and always ready to go at a moment's notice</li><li>this applies from the moment he wakes up till the moment he falls asleep</li><li>you'd define him as a bit of a menace who drags you out of slumber with him for a morning filled with giggles and tickles and <em>maybe</em> a few pillow fights</li><li>but you're the only one capable of subduing an oni; and he'll willingly submit if it meant he'd see that smile he loved so much on your face</li></ul><div>you had become accustomed to waking up to the long tips of his nails tickling against the tender part of your skin where your nerves collected together in your armpits and sides. bubbles of giggles erupted from your throat as he mumbled a husky <em>"wakey wakey, sunshine!"</em> into your ear with a voice still caught on the edge of sleep and dreams.<br><br></div><div>plead and fight as much as you want, itto's strength knows no bounds and he won't stop tickling with sweet laughter of his own until you've got tears running down your face and a permanent smile on your lips.<br><br></div><div>before he knows it, he's on his back instead of hovering over you and you've straddled his waist with a triumphant smirk and eyes that glimmered with mischief and wriggly fingers that zeroed in on his armpits and neck.<br><br></div><div>but a kiss to your lips is all he needs to distract you from the impending revenge you desired for the tickle attack. and what could you say? the plea of a truce in his kiss was enough to subdue your fighting spirit and fall prey to his embrace.<br><br></div><h1><strong>gorou</strong>—☆</h1><ul><li>he's shy and still stumbling through the thickets of love and affection</li><li>but there's never a morning where gorou doesn't wake you with feathery light kisses that lead up from the ends of your shoulders to the tips of your warm ears</li><li>part of him doesn't want to stir you yet from sleep but the other part of him wants to see your beautiful eyes and talk about everything and nothing in the moment of morning where there was finally no need to rush to do anything</li></ul><div>he didn't want to wake you up at first, but you had a knack for being in sync with him so when your eyes fluttered open a little after his did and your hand reached up to smooth his frazzled, thick locks, he felt a little less guilty for rousing your awake. you had probably become used to the little tingles that resounded whenever he pressed his lips against your shoulder and led up towards your neck, and you always smiled and reassured him that you loved being woken up with something as gentle as his lips.<br><br></div><div>gorou loved when your fingers would find the soft part of his ears and stroke them softly as if you were handling glass. his heart felt full and swollen with an indescribable feeling that he hadn't felt before (and it felt <em>light and airy</em>). you hummed out an interesting thought you had from the day prior, and let him run over the day's plans for his soldiers while you stroked his head and let him run his calloused and battle-scarred hands over your back.<br><br></div><div>if possible gorou wanted to freeze time in this exact window of time each morning and prolong the domesticity and sweetness of your morning talks for just a little while longer. all he's ever wished for was something stable, comforting, and sweet and he finds all that he has ever yearned for within your eyes and embrace.<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>CALLING THE GENSHIN BOYS BY THEIR NAME.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>— <strong>xiao<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>tries to pretend he’s not bothered by it</li><li>tries miserably</li><li>with any other person, its literally just routine for them to call him by his name… y’know being a big bad yaksha and all</li><li>but when you call him xiao instead of your normal “sweetie”….</li><li>expect him to be an ass the next couple of days he gets so pouty and sulky</li><li>which is ironic cuz when he first met you he hated being called anything but his name</li><li>and now he finds that the best part of his day will always be in your presence with you calling him pet names</li><li>he’s absolutely whipped but he’ll never tell you that</li></ul><div>— <strong>childe<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>the biggest little shit in teyvat</li><li>he can and WILL ignore you for as long as he needs until you submit</li><li>his name isn’t childe. or tartaglia. or ajax. it’s honeybear.</li><li>corny as hell but he would genuinely ignore you until you call him that, poker face and all</li><li>and when you do call him that…. expect an even cockier childe with a shit eating grin smothering your face in small kisses</li></ul><div>— <strong>kazuha<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>freezes up when you call his name</li><li>he literally feels his heart drop into his pale, firm ass when you call his name</li><li>he thinks he did smth wrong</li><li>so while you’re waiting on his response he’s frozen in time trying to tap into his memories and try and remember if he did anything to upset you</li><li>but he literally cannot think of anything.</li><li>but he apologizes anyways with a sad, small voice and sympathetic eyes which makes you confused ??? like why is he apologizing</li><li>when he sees that you’re confused he explains and you’re left like ö <em>oooohhh</em></li><li>all he wants is for you to call him your prince he’s like a clingy cat he loves attention and esp if its from you</li></ul><div>— <strong>zhongli<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>yes he is a grown ass man with dick and balls and bills to pay</li><li>yes you will call him your baby because he is exactly that</li><li>your baby. not zhongli.</li><li>when you call him by his name he’ll stop you immediately and tell you to call him “that funny little name” you call him</li><li>while he wasn’t really a fan of pet names… you calling him that just makes him feel warm inside</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>#will you sleep with me?</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>ZHONGLI</strong> will take the matter innocently that you may be the only one who realized that you have only said it accidentally and only realized how wrong it sounded with the way you said it.<br><br></div><div>“Why do you look so flustered, Y/n?” he’ll inquire out of curiosity, eyes peering over yours, as if investigating something that’s of utter importance.<br><br></div><div>“It’s nothing,” you say, “just—I realized how wrong my words actually sounded.”<br><br></div><div>“Hm?” he hums, “How is it wrong?”<br><br></div><div>Biting your lip, you could only chuckle awkwardly as you explained it to your best friend, who remained as calm as you expected him to be. And even after you’ve finished elaborating your statement, he could only huff out a small laugh, suddenly raising a hand to gently brush over the back of your head. “So adorable, you are. You know there’s no need to get embarrassed over these.”<br><br></div><div>Feeling your face warm up again, you cried, “How should I not, Li?! Not everyone can be calm like you!”<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>XIAO</strong> is partly confused and flustered. “W-What did you just say?” he sputters, brows furrowed deeply and his eyes looking as if he was judging you heavily.<br><br></div><div>“Will you sleep with-”<br><br></div><div>“I heard you the first time,” he huffs, “I suppose you don’t know mortal decencies with how you’re implying on your choice of words.”<br><br></div><div>“Mortal what?” you questioned him, and he seemingly had gotten more irritated with how he was turning away from you; arms crossed, scoffing to himself.<br><br></div><div>What you couldn’t see is that he’s a blushing mess from your words.<br><br></div><div>“Never mind… Adepti don’t sleep,” he eyes you on the side, but there was a certain curve on his lips that resembled almost a pout, “I can’t join you, but I can accompany you until you sleep.”<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>VENTI</strong> is amused—very amused, actually. He’d have this sly smirk on his face as he leans his elbow on the counter of the bar, earning a raised brow from Diluc.<br><br></div><div>“You want to sleep with me?” he muses.<br><br></div><div>“I doubt that’s what they meant, bard,” Diluc mutters, to which the other ignored blatantly.<br><br></div><div>“Answer me, Y/n,” he leans, his voice dropping. All of a sudden, he smiles so bright that you forgot his earlier expression, “you know I’ll do anything for my best friend! I never expected you’d ask me for a sleepover!”<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>THOMA</strong>’s mind has stopped working, please take responsibility.<br><br></div><div>“What… What was that, Y/n?” he cleared his throat, eyes fluttering away from your gaze as he pretended “I did not hear what you said.”<br><br></div><div>“I asked if you can sleep with me,” you repeated, “I can’t sleep well lately… but if you don’t want to, it’s alright.”<br><br></div><div>THOMA swallows the lump on his throat and forces out a genuine smile, “Yeah, sure, I’m sure the lady and lord Kamisato will understand if I stay with you for a while.” as if he didn’t just think of his own best friend the way he shouldn’t have.<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong>’s brow instantly twitched as his attention now turned onto you, “Did you purposely say that to get my attention, or have you really lost your mind?” he grits his teeth and if you looked closer, the tips of his ears had gone red. It’s either you’re just too stupid to realize what you had said or maybe you’d purposely done it—it could be either but he’d definitely vote for the latter.<br><br></div><div>“Is this another prank of yours, Y/n?” he glares at you, but that innocent look on your face only irritated him more and egged him to believe his accusation, “Stop it, idiot, if you don’t want me to misunderstand. Do you tell these to others as well?”<br><br></div><div>Again with that look of yours, and he just groans and leans himself on the back of his seat, abandoning his pen and crossing his arms to his chest, “Word it properly next time. I’m busy,” he pauses, averting his gaze away, “but maybe I can spare a few minutes… just a few minutes, get it? You better sleep in an instant or else I’m leaving.”<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>KAZUHA</strong> hums under his breath and utters, “Well, if that is what you wish, dove, then I shall accept your request,” he smiles, but there’s something off with it—or with him. Even if you were pranking him or not, you won’t be able to stop yourself from saying “It’s alright if you’re uncomfortable with it, Zuzu.”<br><br></div><div>He straightens his back and turns to you fully, still with that smile of his that reassured and confused you at the same time “Does this have to do with your difficulty in sleeping? If so, then I’ll do anything to help you.”<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>KAEYA</strong> was taken aback but regained his composure so easily, already with an awkward smile on his lips.<br><br></div><div>“Dear, you know you can’t just say things like that,” he says.<br><br></div><div>“What? Why?”<br><br></div><div>“Just because,” he says.<br><br></div><div>“Always so secretive,” you muse, “So? Can you accompany me?”<br><br></div><div>He sighs, shrugging his shoulders as he looks away, choosing to play it cool, “If that’s what you want, then who am I to say no?”<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>GOROU</strong> is probably the most flustered and embarrassed out of everyone else. It doesn’t even help that you asked him such a thing while the two of you were situated in the camp, where the other soldiers were resting as well—and of course, they heard your conversation that earned him a couple of teasing glances and whistles.<br><br></div><div>“Top Dog Gorou—”<br><br></div><div>“Shh!” he reprimands his soldiers, “Have some decency, will you?” he hisses, but his tail was swaying side to side behind him, face crunched onto that you could easily point out as his shyness.<br><br></div><div>“Y/n, you can’t say things like that, people will misunderstand,” he then turns to you, seemingly having this perplexed look on his expression.<br><br></div><div>“What do you mean, Go? Is there something wrong with what I said?”<br><br></div><div>He huffs with his nose, letting out a breath from his chest as he puts his hands to his sides. It appears he wanted to say something but he soon sighed and moved near you until he was able to whisper “Alright, alright just-just don’t say it out loud, okay? They’d think we’re—never mind… I’ll just slip by your quarters tonight.”<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>DILUC</strong> will force himself to understand that it was such a pure and harmless question in his mind, “I’ll have to go out tonight-”<br><br></div><div>“To kill monsters again?” you frowned, “I’m pretty sure we have the same sleeping schedule now. You should rest every once in a while, Luc.”<br><br></div><div>He relaxes—was he tense?—at your words, only to sigh when he couldn’t deny that you were on the right.<br><br></div><div>“I’ve been doing this a couple of times already, Y/n. I’m going to be alright, there’s no need to worry.”<br><br></div><div>“But I still worry,” you pushed on, this time trying to catch his gaze, which you successfully did, reaching out for his hand and placing yours on top of his reassuringly, “please? Just this once?”<br><br></div><div>He breathes out, finding himself unable to refuse you, just like always, “Alright. I’ll rest up with you…” he pauses, suddenly realizing what he just said, “… maybe I can stay on the couch-”<br><br></div><div>“Oh, nonsense! We’re best friends!”<br><br></div><div>Yeah, sure. But that’s not really what he thinks of you.<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>CHILDE</strong> takes this opportunity to, of course, tease you.<br><br></div><div>“I didn’t know you’d have the confidence to ask me, Y/n, you’re so courageous,” he muses, almost like a song of praise, one that you didn’t particularly like especially with that tone he was making.<br><br></div><div>“If you don’t want to then-”<br><br></div><div>“Oh I’m only just kidding, come on,” he stops you by the arm before you could turn around and leave, chasing your gaze, “how can I ever say no to my best friend? Of course, I’ll sleep with you.”<br><br></div><div>Now, it was your turn to get flustered, looking around warily—it was a good thing not that many people passed by the street from where you both were at. Knowing Liyue, their customs were far different than those of Snezhnayans.<br><br></div><div>“Keep it down, will you?”<br><br></div><div>“Oh? Now you’re the one getting embarrassed,” he challenges, “Where’s the confident Y/n I know?”<br><br></div><div>You huffed and shook his hand off your arm, “You do know I’m only asking you this without any dirty thoughts, right…”<br><br></div><div>“Of course, of course! Unless you want more~”<br><br></div><div>Cue your turn to walk away, scoffing at his laughter that you heard after you’ve done so, knowing full well this might turn out good or worse than you thought.<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>AYATO</strong> smiles and says “You know this may be deemed inappropriate for others when they hear it from your lips. Such words coming from a person like you,” he muses, and that’s when you realize it, earning you a hearty laugh from the man.<br><br></div><div>“Fret not, it’s just you and I. I’m sure if the servants, Thoma or my sister find out about it, they wouldn’t mind.”<br><br></div><div>“Wait-Ayato, I didn’t mean—”<br><br></div><div>“You meant we could share one bed, am I correct? To help you sleep,” he confirms, but there’s a certain glint in his eyes that you couldn’t determine—not that you could always read his mind. He has his own way of thinking that even you, his best friend since his childhood years, could comprehend.<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>ALBEDO</strong> has work to do, but he halts when it’s for you—he always does.<br><br></div><div>“Did you mean to say we should share a single bed? Together?” he questions, attention caught from his experiment that he had been wanting to finish, “Does that not seem inappropriate?”<br><br></div><div>“Inappropriate? Nonsense! Best friends can sleep in one bed as well. Of course, if you don’t like it, then it’s alright as well.”<br><br></div><div>He hums, thinking to himself, pondering in seriousness. What was he thinking about anyway?<br><br></div><div>“Well then,” he smiles, “Amber and Eula have once mentioned sleepovers. I’d like to know more about it.”<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>AETHER</strong> softens up and reaches his hand to the side of your face, caressing your cheek tenderly with his thumb, “Are you having trouble sleeping? I suppose the advice of the others isn't working.”<br><br></div><div>He then sighs before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead, making you shy all of a sudden despite the peace and mood in the atmosphere—he’s your best friend, how could you develop such feelings—<br><br></div><div>“Don’t worry, I’m here,” he says, cutting you off of your reverie, “I’ll always be here for you, Y/n.”<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>SHARING A BED WITH THE GENSHIN BOYS.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>— <strong>xiao<br></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong>xiao</strong> would be absolutely postively freaking the fuck out</li><li>he wouldn’t show it, obviously, because the last thing he’d want you to see are the reddening of his cheeks and his stiffer than normal stature</li><li>he would grumble a lot but deep deep deep <strong>deep</strong> x2 down he genuinely was so excited to sleep with you for the first time because it was a new step in your relationship</li><li>it takes him like 10 minutes after you fall asleep to lay down and then for like two hours (Absolutely No Exaggeration) he stares at you like a dog on the kitchen floor when you’re making food</li><li>it would take a couple times of laying together for him to finally bot get flustered anymore</li></ul><div>— <strong>kazuha<br></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong>kazuha</strong> would be so sweet and nice!!</li><li>he’d ask if it was okay for him to lay with you like twenty times because he was scared to even get near you or make you uncomfy</li><li>he’d also offer to put a pillow wall between you both and was literally hanging off the side of the bed despite putting it up</li><li>we all know how he is</li><li>he’s def the type to talk your fucking head off the the max at night like every time you’re on the verge of finally falling asleep he speaks out snd scares the living hell out of you</li><li>the pillow wall didn’t even prevent anything when you woke up the next morning he was attached to your side sleeping peacefully with a little smile on his face like ( ◠‿◠ )</li></ul><div>— <strong>childe<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>a whore</li><li>100% absolutely planned how laying with you for the first time was gonna go weeks prior to the actual night</li><li>he put on cologne, brushed his teeth 5 times, sprayed that mint mouth spray, and put on his fanciest pajamas</li><li>he wouldn’t be like xiao or kazuha at all like not even similar in the slightest bit he wouldve jumped beside you the moment he was able to… which is exactly what he did</li><li>you didn’t even have time to register what was happening when you felt a gush of air and a head full of orange hair wiz past you and you were being forced to lay your head on his chest</li><li>he kept sighing dreamily every 5 minutes and asking “isn’t this just amazing”</li><li>despite this though he is very respectful and keeps his space if you want it but if you’re a cuddler he will <strong>not</strong> let you go unless you are blue in the face so dont even try asking</li></ul><div>— <strong>zhongli<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>the gentlest gentleman</li><li>he would offer to sleep on the floor and actually wouldn’t take no for an answer because he felt like it was inappropriate to lay with you when you’ve only been dating for a month</li><li>but he might’ve underestimated how… hard the floor actually was in comparison to the comfort of his mattress and literally couldn’t sleep at all</li><li>so he decided to get up and lay on the couch instead…. but then there u went and called his name</li><li>as much as he doesn’t wanna admit he was hoping you’d ask him to lay with you bc the couch was as hard as a rock too… and luckily for him you did</li><li>like childe he would absolutely give you your space but if you wanted to hug him or him to cuddle you or anything he wouldn’t say no and would more than happily oblige &lt;333</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>Things they do when they&#39;re madly in love</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>CHILDE-</strong> likes hugging you from behind, mostly times when you're not paying attention to him. He lives off to see the surprised face your make every time he does it. &gt;.&lt;<br><br></div><div><strong>KAEYA-</strong> gives you the most comforting cuddles in Teyvat. When you're having a bad day, he doesn't hesitate to have you wrapped around his arms. It works every single time like magic. poof! you're back to your usual self<br><br></div><div><strong>AYATO- </strong>loves teasing you, anytime anywhere! He makes you laugh a lot too! The sound of your laugh lights up his day instantly, the picture of your smile makes him smile like an idiot madly in love.<br><br></div><div><strong>rest utc!<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>DILUC-</strong> sure is a busy man, but he will<strong><em> never</em></strong> forget to make time for his dearest. Having his chin plopped right on your head while he does paperwork, resisting the urge to grab your chin and aggressively make out with you ///-///<br><br></div><div><strong>VENTI-</strong> gives you headpats everytime you guys meet up, ruffling your hair and messing it up is included. He also chuckles when you smack his arm playfully. Hopefully you're not too mad at him :T<br><br></div><div><strong>ZHONGLI-</strong> is a gentleman, he opens doors for you to enter first. And he lets you do his daily hair! Braid it or whatever he doesn't care, as long as it's made by you...he loves it.<br><br></div><div><strong>THOMA-</strong> cooks breakfast in bed for you, he knows all your favorite dishes. If you ever overworked yourself, he'd scold you like a mom does. Don't worry, he's not angry just a little worried, he loves you too much to be mad at you. &lt;33<br><br></div><div><strong>KAZUHA- </strong>is cheesy as hell, he kisses the back of your hands. Showers you with sweet compliments too. By the end of your day together, you'll be as red as a thomato (haha get it?)<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>who&#39;s a good boy?</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>venti</strong> is entranced while watching you interact with the creatures. you look so powerful but sweet as you dote on the ancient protectors of liyue and mondstadt. as he looks at you, he's reminded just how lucky he is to be breathing, to have been made for you. everything that you are is to be loved by him, including the sight of your hands gently patting away at dvalin's wings. it brings him joy to see you react so positively to one of his dearest friends. though, he would be lying if he didn't want a headpat too. say... why doesn't he skip on over and hang out too? surely you wouldn't mind giving him attention; he's your good boy too, y'know?<br><br></div><div><strong>zhongli</strong> does feel the tiniest twinge of jealousy in his chest as you call azhdaha and dvalin "the cutest dragons." to combat this, he'll take to telling you of the fact that he had been the one to carve azhdaha's body in the liking of a dragon, a dragon like him. he'll watch your eyes light up as you approach him with stars in your eyes. zhongli will watch you ask him questions rapidly. does he have horns? what kind of dragon is he? can he fly? these are all questions he'll happily answer. just keep your attention on him, there's only room for one dragon, and who else would it be than zhongli, of course!<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>into the night // night-time outtings</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>albedo</strong></div><blockquote>study dates and little games</blockquote><ul><li>it's always nearing midnight when albedo is home, whether from the lab or library. on some of these days, he'll find you at your desk, either furiously scribbling away or typing on your laptop which such ferocity that he'd think it owed you something, or you'd be slumped, head resting on your hands, fast asleep.</li><li>if you were awake, he'd gently rest a hand on your shoulders, interrupting you. “<em>why don't you take a break for a bit</em>?”</li><li>if you weren't, he'd try and maneuver you into a more comfortable position, or wrap a thin blanket over your shoulders. but this would always cause you to stir and awaken, whether you were a light sleeper or not. “<em>i apologize for waking you... maybe you should carry on resting?</em>”</li><li>you'd refuse with a soft frown, you still had many things to finish before school began. stretching with a yawn, you'd try and pick it back up, but his soft sigh would cause you to pause.</li><li>“<em>it's not too conducive, here, in the dark.</em>” he'd say, helping you up, “<em>we should head to the library. i'll help</em>.”</li><li>you'd try and refuse, he's probably exhausted from all the work he's done all day, and now he's got to help you too...</li><li>but still, he'd pick your things with a soothing smile, reassuring you that it's not a problem at all, that for you, it was nothing at all.</li><li>most of the time, even after your work is done, both of you continue to linger in the library. it's almost always empty — and it feels almost mystical, an enchanted library in which the rows of shelves grew endless, in which was another dimension — just for that little while.</li><li><strong>albedo</strong> is not one for games, but for you he'd make an exception. sometimes you'd hide behind a faraway row of shelves, and he'd try to find you, feigning confusion of your whereabouts.</li><li>it turns into a playful game of hide-and-seek, where the library is your field and the furniture is your disguise.</li><li>he'd find you eventually, be it scaring your wits out if you with a sharp 'boo!', or you showing yourself, face flushed and delirious with glee after the invigorating game of chase.</li><li>study dates into the night with him are certainly to die for.</li></ul><div><strong>venti</strong></div><blockquote>a little song, up on a little roof</blockquote><ul><li>he'll arrive silently, only the soft <em>creak</em> of the windowsill can be heard.</li><li>if you're asleep, you'll grumble half-heartedly as he pokes you awake — but if you aren't, it's right into action, beckoning a hand, outlined by the ethereal shawl of the moonlight.</li><li>he'll lead you out the window carefully, his shadow almost bobbing with glee and mischief. it's almost like you're the wendy to his peter pan.</li><li>on those nights, the stars and moon will seem to brave the glow of the blinding streetlights, gleaming like glitter carelessly scattered in the azure aether above.</li><li>his figure is lithe and graceful as he leaps up onto the roof, pulling you up with him if you need it.</li><li>sometimes, it's a race to see who can reach the top first. silent laughter tears through the thick silence of twilight, the pitter-patter of light footsteps echoing, echoing.</li><li>then both of you will sit, him leaning on a chimney, and he'll pull out his lyre from a little satchel he carries.</li><li>“<em>play me a song</em>,” you'll whisper without fail, and he'll grin that grin, the one only you get to see, the one where his eyes seem misty, glazing over with fondness, the one where the edge of his eyes crinkle and his laugh lines show.</li><li>and he'll nod with a airy chuckle. “<em>whatever you wish, my cecelia</em>.”</li><li>and on the first strum, the world will fade into the distance — it'll be just you and him, and the city's lights will become no more than just stars, the city nothing more than just your stage.</li><li>and on drowsy days, you'll lean onto his shoulder, his head onto yours, and you'll hear him murmur a soft goodnight, before sleep drapes it's warm shawl over you, your mind falling into a deep slumber.</li><li>but <strong>venti</strong> won't stop playing just yet, he'll strum and strum, the music lacing the air with a wondrous, invisible glow. he'll play and play, watching as the lights flicker on and off, watching as the winds blow his music far into the night.</li></ul><div><strong>itto</strong></div><blockquote>arcades, duh.</blockquote><ul><li>you'll lean over the railing, looking down at the river below. you exhale, a small puff of mist escaping. you glance at your wrist, then to the side, a subconscious habit though your wrist bears no watch.</li><li><em>he should be here by now</em>, you think. but you wouldn't put it past him to turn up a little late. you hope he arrives soon.</li><li>the bridge, it's your usual meeting point. already deserted hours ago, the chilly winds which reddens your nose and cheeks your only companion.</li><li>then echoing, heavy footsteps signal his arrival. “<em>y/n</em>!” he says, striding over. there's a lopsided grin on his face, and he stumbles slightly in his haste to get to you. “<em>i hope im not late</em>.”<em> he's not, he's right on time</em>. and he'll laugh, to cover up his relief — but you can always tell.</li><li>“<em>where are you bringing me today</em>?” you'll say loftily, hiding your curiosity. his eyes will brighten at the prospect of surprising you, and an easy grin will settle upon his face.</li><li>and he'll take you by the hand, leading you to somewhere, you don't know. it's always a new experience each time, with each night-time outting with him. ( he spends quite a bit of time searching for a place both of you will have fun at, you know? )</li><li>“<em>you'll know when you see it.</em>” he'll promise, with an air of mystery.</li><li>this time, he seems to be leading you to a mall. the air-con slaps your face mercilessly, it's even colder inside than out. <em>it's fine, he better treat you to a cup of hot cocoa or something.</em></li><li>oh? your attention is stolen by loud and raucous music, the ones usually heard in nurseries, and ringing bells. there's bright and flashy neon lights, they burn into your eyes slightly, but you try to ignore it. it's an arcade! he tugs your arm, and ushers you in.</li><li>inside, both of you split to find games that interest you, but you both end up at the same few games. he's a master at the shooting games, but horrible at the ones which require quick reaction times. you can't help but laugh at that.</li><li>on some games where you struggle, he'll try and help you. sometimes it actually helps, sometimes both if you end up trying not to burst out laughing at how silly both of you look.</li><li>and both of you stay stuck in the freezing, game-filled room, until closing time where the shop attendant has to shoo you out.</li><li>all in all, what a night. you have to go again, one day.</li></ul><div><strong>thoma</strong></div><blockquote>animals and hotpots</blockquote><ul><li>midnight is the best time for zoo trips, <strong>thoma</strong> will swear. “most the animals will be asleep, so adorable!”</li><li>he'll drag you out, like a child high on sugar, gushing and rambling about all the cute little animals he'll bring you to see.</li><li>“it'll be fun,” he promises, with a beaming grin, with gleaming eyes brighter than the sun — which reminds you of shining emeralds.</li><li>you groggily agree, though you'd rather be sleeping at this time of day. the things you do for this man...</li><li>but hey, it ends up being fun! though you're more focused on thoma than the animals. you can't help but grin whenever he points at an animal in an enclosure, telling you all about it, or when he starts running just to catch a glimpse of a retreating animal — and you can't help but be reminded of a dog wagging it's tail, chasing after a squirrel.</li><li>his passionate, unadulterated glee and excitement makes it all worth it.</li><li>both of your laughter and hoots of delight echo and echo into the night, only to be carried away by the winds.</li><li>and at the end of the trip, you'll end with the deadly hotpot game!</li><li>thoma will do what thoma would do, adding about a dozen different spectacles into the pot with a cheeky grin.</li><li>you'll huff, placing a hand over your heart dramatically, before dunking in all your questionable ingredients as well.</li><li>so what if both of you staggered home with increasing stomach cramps? it was a fun outing, and you'd do it again any day.</li><li>just... not too soon.</li></ul><div><strong>xiao</strong></div><blockquote>horror movie!</blockquote><ul><li>“<em>let's watch a scary movie</em>.” you declare impulsively, tapping on <strong>xiao</strong>'s shoulder to get his attention.</li><li>he'll huff, but turn to face you either way. “<em>okay</em>.” he'll then agree, already knowing you'd force him to watch it with you whatever his answer.</li><li>by <em>force</em> he means plead with puppy eyes and an impeccable pout.</li><li>you brighten, cheerfully switching on the television and scrolled through a streaming platform to find a good horror movie.</li><li>if you're easily frightened, you'll find yourself clinging onto <strong>xiao</strong>'s arm at times, or trying to use his body to shield your eyes from the screen.</li><li>he doesn't mind of course, though he'll grumble slightly to feign mild annoyance — but his grip on you always tightens noticeably.</li><li>do be prepared for slight teasing from him later, though.</li><li>some movies, you'll find his eyes widening just a fraction, and his hand, trying to be subtle, seek yours for comfort.</li><li>if you notice, no you don't. but if you do point it out, his face will redden, a faint pink dusting his ears and cheek. you notice his hands still don't leave yours.</li><li>there's something so lovingly domestic about the scene; you and him both dressed in comfy, oversized clothing, leaning against each other while engrossed in the film. the daunting, pitch-black aether outside doesn't scare you at all, though it adds to the horror-creepy vibe.</li><li>you glance outside, the stars and moon seem to be clouded over, enhancing the chilling mood.</li><li><em>hm</em>. you snuggle into his side more deeply, and he doesn't object.</li></ul><div><strong>diluc</strong></div><blockquote>car rides and ice skates</blockquote><ul><li>you'll slip into his office, closing the door with an inaudible thud.</li><li>looking up, the faint irritation and confusion on his face will morph into one of surprised delight — you can see it in his eyes. he'll smile, setting down whatever he was holding. “<em>what do you need, my dawn</em>?”</li><li>and he'll notice you're all dressed up for something specific, comprehension dawning onto him. “<em>is it time already</em>?” he'll ask rhetorically, standing up. “<em>ill be right back</em>.”</li><li>and he'll return in less than ten minutes, all dressed and ready to go, a pair of ice skates in hand. you'll grin, linking arms with him, and then you'll walk to his car together, a serene silence blanketing the air comfortably.</li><li><strong>diluc </strong>will rest his hands against the steering wheel subconsciously, over two worn patches that signify the years of its use. his motions are decisive and confident, gaze taking a flick to the rear-view mirror, before adjusting his seat.</li><li>it takes little to no time before you two set off, the scenery of the stars and city whizzing past reminds you of the times you as a child would run, while looking at the floor or the side, and feel like you were running faster than time itself.</li><li>silent car rides together like these should be considered dates in itself.</li><li>but alas ( not really ), the night's still young, and it takes little to no time before you arrive at your destination. <em>that was quick</em>, you'd think. you were so engrossed in the scenery ( diluc, coughcough ) to notice.</li><li>it's time for the main attraction of the night, that's what you'd like to consider it. <strong>diluc </strong>takes your hand in a gentlemanly fashion, leading you onto the ice rink.</li><li>the rink is deserting this time of night, coupled with the icy blast of cold air and dark shadows looming around the edges — it seeps a lonely sort of melancholy into the atmosphere.</li><li>but that is shaken away, when soft music starts to play and— is that snow?!— seems to fall from the ceiling.</li><li>a warm, firm hand clasps yours.</li><li>“<em>are you ready</em>?”</li></ul><div><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Oh? You like me?</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em>Gorou~<br></em></strong><br></div><div><strong>He'd met you through Kokomi</strong> and it was pretty much all down hill from there. His ears flopped against his head when she introduced you, tail wagging uncontrollably.<br><br></div><div>"I believe the two of you will work well together." Kokomi had said with a smile almost devilishly out of character.<br><br></div><div>"G-gorou.. Gorou of <em>ahem </em>general of the resistance." He spoke firmly as he finally quelled the urge peaking through his tail. Ears straightening as he spoke.<br><br></div><div>"I know all about you Gorou, general of the resistance." You replied firmly repeating his title. "I know we'll get along well."<br><br></div><div><strong>Unlike everyone else in the resistance</strong> you weren't too much older than Gorou. Less than a decade to be more precise and since you were pretty easy to talk to Gorou found himself coming to you whenever he could. Work related or not.<br><br></div><div>You soon became a co writer for <em>"That's life" </em>after Gorou started to get more and more romance questions that he didn't feel he could answer genuinely. (He insisted on getting you credit for your answers and soon a rumor started that Ms. Hina was seeing someone.)<br><br></div><div>Yeah.. as much as it made you cringe to see the Ms. Hina fan club sobbing over it you kept the news as far away from Gorou as possible.<br><br></div><div><strong>Everybody in the resistance</strong> knows how you two feel and they force you guys together as often as they can. Young love should be nurtured after all right?<br><br></div><div>"What, you guys aren't eating in the mess hall tonight either?" Gorou questions as people leave with plates.<br><br></div><div>"Sorry boss, I'll be up bright and early for training though!"<br><br></div><div>"I can't, I gotta go write letters to my family."<br><br></div><div>"Yeah, tonight's bad.. I gotta.. shine my shoes.."<br><br></div><div>Excuse after excuse goes through until you and Gorou are sitting across from each other with only your plates in between.<br><br></div><div>"I wonder if I've done something wrong.. Have I been too rough with training recently?" He asks you, ears twitching at the tips.<br><br></div><div>"No.. no I'm sure everyone is genuinely busy tonight." You offer even though you're biting down on your spoon exceedingly hard due to both anger and embarrassment.<br><br></div><div>"But.. Kavinski.. shining his shoes?? He barely cleans his armor."<br><br></div><div><strong>You started to pick up on how bad your crush </strong>on Gorou was getting when he invited you rock climbing at four in the morning and you didn't hesitate to say yes.<br><br></div><div>"Really?" He'd questioned the tip of one of his ears twitching in response. "I kinda figured you'd say no.. I mean it is pretty early and you've never pegged me as a climber."<br><br></div><div>Ultimately your desire to stay by his side ruled over the necessity to sleep in late. And unsurprisingly at four in the morning when the sun hadn't even awoken yet. You'd begun trudging up behind Gorou to reach the peak of a mountain you'd genuinely forgotten the name of. Your feet dragging from the fatigue that still plagued your body.<br><br></div><div>"Maybe we should take a break." Gorou said as he looked back at you standing with both hands perched on your hips.<br><br></div><div>"No, No, you wanted to try to get close to the peak before seven. We should keep going."<br><br></div><div>With zero warning he hooked his arm into yours pausing your honestly poor attempt to continue walking past him. "As your superior, I think a quick rest would be good."<br><br></div><div>The fight in your body had left you a long time ago and the immediate satisfaction you got from leaning back against a cool rock and splashing water over your face only further proved it.<br><br></div><div>"Seems I wasn't wrong." Gorou piped up "Please forgive me if I upset you in saying this but you seem to be against this. Why would you agree to it?"<br><br></div><div>Your eyes shut as you look away from him, head resting completely against the rock behind you. "I didn't know how else to get you alone so I could tell you how much I like you."<br><br></div><div>His silence prevailed for far longer than you were comfortable with. Enough for you to push yourself to glance over at him. His mouth hung open, eyes wide and ears impossibly straight.<br><br></div><div>"I.."<br><br></div><div>"General.."<br><br></div><div>"No one's ever.."<br><br></div><div>You finally manage a laugh, heart finally easing as you cup his impossibly heated cheeks. "Then I'm the first. That's good because I want to be your last too."<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong><em>Xingqiu~<br></em></strong><br></div><div>The first time you'd met him was through your mother's introductions. Since his family and your family often worked together it was only natural that both of the youngest heiress' should also be acquainted.<br><br></div><div>You'd worked through your anxieties, smiling your normal business smile and being as polite as possible though his stare was lingering. His eyes wide and the faintest flush of pink dappled over his cheeks as he responded to your greeting. It wasn't long before you both found that the real reason for the sudden meeting was to get the two of you accustomed with each other for a possible arranged marriage.<br><br></div><div>You'd nearly choked on your water when Xingqiu's father announced it.<br><br></div><div>"Father may I speak to <em>name</em> in private?" Xingqiu had asked and you blinked blankly when his father approved. The two of you exiting the main dining room to the hall. "I apologize that our first meeting has led to this being sprung on you. My father can be rash sometimes." He'd explained with his thumb on his chin.<br><br></div><div>"Yeah my mother's very similar."<br><br></div><div>"Though since this is our first introduction to each other we still have some bearing on the situation. We should take a bit of time to get accompanied before any further preparations go under way.. if.. you'd like." His eyes soften, pure gold looking back at you with a touch of unease.<br><br></div><div>"I would like that." You reply<br><br></div><div><strong>It doesn't take long </strong>for the two of you to spend any free time you had together. While you might not have grown up in Liyue your family owns some property there. So in the spirit of allowing the two of you to get closer your mother is nothing short of ecstatic when you tell her you wish to stay in Liyue for a while.<br><br></div><div>Normally when the two of you hang out together it's in his study room. His long legs draped up against the frame of the couch, book perched between his thighs. His hair succumbing to gravity whenever he looked over at you sat behind the desk with a little smile on his face like a sort of reminder that he knew you were still with him.<br><br></div><div>Sometimes you'd come and stay in here with him just to get away from the world and practice your calligraphy. It was such a calming quiet space you'd even drift off for a few minutes only to wake up to a blanket draped over your shoulders and Xingqiu sat in a different position on the couch.<br><br></div><div>"Hey what'cha reading." You stick your neck out over the spine of the book in Xingqiu's grasp.<br><br></div><div>He quickly lowers the book to the bridge of his nose and even if he's trying to hide it the rising color to his cheeks is incredibly noticeable. You opt to force your grin down but as his cheeks get further stained your smile gets wider.<br><br></div><div>"Xingqiu.." You giggle poking his side.<br><br></div><div>With zero malice he taps the edge of his book against your forehead. "Not. a. word."<br><br></div><div>"Word."<br><br></div><div><strong>Sword matches</strong> but you tell him not to go easy so he spends the entire time flipping you onto your back and not actually fighting you.<br><br></div><div>"Xingqiu!" You huff, kicking your legs like a toddler.<br><br></div><div>He just giggles, "You said not to go easy!"<br><br></div><div>"You know exactly what I meant by that!"<br><br></div><div>It's not so much that he's afraid of hurting you, no he's seen your skills and genuinely believes you could probably take him. More than anything he's merely enjoying an opportunity to be more relaxed during his normal training hours.<br><br></div><div>"You're making it far too easy <em>Name</em>, I'm almost bored."<br><br></div><div>You're not really sure how but at some point you do actually manage to flip him and the wide eyed stare matched with the little <em>oof </em>from his mouth is enough to last you a lifetime.<br><br></div><div><strong>The first time you meet Chongyun</strong> he's damp and biting through a popsicle at an inhumane speed. As much as you hoped your confusion didn't show on your face the way Xingqiu was bent over laughing proved some of your concern was very visible. After a while he did calm down enough to issue an apology for his behavior and Xingqiu introduced the two of you over a small lunch at Wanmin<br><br></div><div>"Your name sound familiar." Chongyun pondered "Is your family the business that sells goods to the Feiyun Commerce Guild?"<br><br></div><div>"Yup that's us." You remark "Right here from Fontaine."<br><br></div><div>"That's amazing, The people of Liyue really are thankful for your family's work."<br><br></div><div>Your smile was gentle, relaxed not stiff in the same way it was when discussing work topics with potential clients or in some cases talking with your family. "These new technological advancements should be shared after all. We're very much in favor of helping the rest of the world in anyway we can."<br><br></div><div>Chongyun smiled back taking a sip of his ice water. "It has it's own merits then, similar to exorcism."<br><br></div><div>You steal a glance at Xingqiu who's smiling over his own drink. "You're weirdly quiet."<br><br></div><div>His chuckle is mirthful, "I don't want to disturb your friendly conversation since you two are hitting it off better than anticipated."<br><br></div><div>"Oh? Are you sure you're not just plotting?"<br><br></div><div>"He might not be at the moment, his eyes aren't glinting." Chongyun butts in<br><br></div><div>You gasp, "He has a tell? Good now I know!"<br><br></div><div>"That's quite alright as they say you can run but you can't hide."<br><br></div><div>As if programmed you and Chongyun glance at each other across the table. You didn't need to say a word to each other Xingqiu's sneer was enough to have you both shivering down to the base of your spines.<br><br></div><div><strong>With the whole arranged marriage thing </strong>hanging over your heads you were a bit concerned that when you and Xingqiu hung out it was more friendly than anything else. At first it hadn't been bad he'd been so gentlemanly and that was incredibly reassuring to you but the back of your brain craved something a little more.<br><br></div><div>You peered over at Xingqiu beside you. His smile affectionate over the words of a new book. He'd taken you to Wanwan bookhouse so many times at this point but today you couldn't begin to pay attention to any book you picked up.<br><br></div><div>"I take it by your prolonged stare that something is troubling you. Care to speak on it?"<br><br></div><div>He's glancing at you from the corner of his eye. Book still open between his fingertips. When you sigh he steps closer lowering the book further.<br><br></div><div>"What do you think?"<br><br></div><div>"Hmm?"<br><br></div><div>"Of.. me, of us, what do you think of us as? I know that our parents think we should get married but I don't know how you feel, you haven't really said much about it."<br><br></div><div>You'd missed the part where he'd closed his book too preoccupied with your own current of thoughts spilling out from your brain. His bangs tickled the bridge of your nose, your breath catching just as his lips pecked yours.<br><br></div><div>"Forgive me, I should've explained my intentions but now that you've taken my first kiss I hope we'll have plenty more time to discuss it."<br><br></div><div>About half of that went over your head and unprocessed thanks to your untamed heartbeat flooding your ears at the same time. But overall the relief of him feeling the same allowed a pleasant warmth to spread through your stomach.<br><br></div><div><strong><em>Venti~<br></em></strong><br></div><div><strong>The first time you'd seen him </strong>it was hard not to be transfixed. It wasn't the pretty voice, the pretty humming or the pretty tune he was conjuring up. No, it was just the pretty bard himself. Those eyes and how everything on him perfectly complimented his entire aesthetic.<br><br></div><div>"Hello." He greeted warmly "Are you looking to hear any song in particular? I'm taking requests."<br><br></div><div>You scratched the back of your head, his eyes didn't dwindle in the slightest as he patiently awaited your answer. "I'm not sure.. perhaps.. one of your personal favorites?"<br><br></div><div>His smile deepened and his lashes flickered over his cheeks as he began to strum a slower song. One that you're not sure you've heard before but you stay put to listen nonetheless. Fixated completely over the way his lips opened for every single word. The rhythmic strum of his fingers splaying and thumbing along perfectly complimenting his enthralling voice.<br><br></div><div>The sudden burst of applause all around you yanked you right back down to Earth. And as much as you hoped he hadn't noticed the low giggle he let out at your fright implied that he had.<br><br></div><div>"I have not encountered you around Mondstat before. May I ask your name?" He questioned his features growing far more serious.<br><br></div><div>"It's<em> Name.."<br></em><br></div><div>He repeated your name with a calm gaze up at the sky. "I'm Venti, Venti the bard." He offered with a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, <em>Name."<br></em><br></div><div><strong>The</strong><em> </em><strong>next time you encounter Venti </strong>is when he's out of breath perched in an alleyway. His hands curling around his knees, hat slipping slightly off his head.<br><br></div><div>"Oh gods Venti." He jumps a little at your sudden arrival his eyes once shut now alert before quickly relaxing.<br><br></div><div>"Oh it's just you." He exhales slowly patting his chest.<br><br></div><div>"Venti, were you robbed?" You gesture to his messy clothes, shirt untucked from his shorts and cape barely hanging onto his shoulders. Without thinking about it you adjust the cape sliding off his shoulders.<br><br></div><div>"Ehe~ kinda hard to get robbed when you have nothing." He admits "I almost got caught pilfering food again.." He sighs reaching up to adjust his hat.<br><br></div><div>"Ugh so you're the thief." You pull faux disappointment. That is until the eruption of his belly makes you both fall silent.<br><br></div><div>"Let me buy you lunch."<br><br></div><div>"Wha- are you sure?"<br><br></div><div>"Yes, during it you can explain to me why a bard as successful as yourself needs to steal food."<br><br></div><div><strong>Going to Stormterror's lair </strong>was something you did every now and again, while you enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the city it was nice to get away from it every now and then. And with the new outbreak of monsters running rampant in Wolvendom there was no way you'd be able to have any peace there either.<br><br></div><div>It didn't take you long to reach the top of the tower. Bookbag lightly clinking as an array of different items mashed together inside. The moment you'd arrived you noticed the small figure of Venti curled up against the gravel, his hands outstretched in front of him cape slightly whipping with stronger winds. Hat placed beside him.<br><br></div><div>You stopped by his side nearly awwing at how soft his facial expression was. His breathing even and his lips parted slightly. Without rustling your bag too much you slid it off placing it against a pillar then gently sliding into a criss cross position with your hands in your lap.<br><br></div><div>The soft winds splay your hair back from you face and you pull you legs into your chest still thoroughly entranced by the figure of the bard laying beside you. You probably shouldn't watch but you can't bring yourself to stop. Wanting so badly to reach out and swipe the braid hanging over his face back and before you can really think about it you do it.<br><br></div><div>Venti blinks, eyes half lidded but still mildly still faced. He grumbles and then his eyes meet yours the corners of his lips curving upwards.<br><br></div><div>"Ah! I'm sorry Venti, I didn't mean to wake you." He doesn't say a word but he shakes his head blinking at you with warm eyes. "Do you.. maybe want to use my bag as a pillow?" You offer tugging it away from the pillar you'd placed it on.<br><br></div><div>His eyes are becoming more alert but he still shakes his head, moving to sit up, stretch and yawn. Without a word he presses his head down in your lap moving to get comfortable as your heart nearly escapes your chest.<br><br></div><div>"Consider staying here until I awake again your only punishment." He finally says and without another word his breathing evens and he's gone again.<br><br></div><div><strong>Meeting him at Windrise</strong> is a chance encounter. You'd been reading a book that Lisa had recommended you but that you had to give back in two days so you were trying to makes sense of the story while also actually reading the story.<br><br></div><div>"Oh hey! There you are I was looking for you."<br><br></div><div>You snicker, "Diluc chase you with a broom again and now you need someone to take you to lunch?"<br><br></div><div>"No! I have mora today thank you very much so I figured I'd treat you. As a sort of thank you for all the meals you've paid for me."<br><br></div><div>"Aw Ven, you don't have to do that for me. I'm happy to treat the god of anemo whenever he needs."<br><br></div><div>His head swiveled around so hard you thought for a second it might snap off.<br><br></div><div>"Yeah.. I kinda figured it out. Though I'm surprised no one else has seriously the statute in the plaza looks just like you."<br><br></div><div>He giggles breathily "Well now that you know I don't have to reveal it to you later." He kneels before you cecilias falling into your lap from his hands.<br><br></div><div>"Venti.."<br><br></div><div>"Let me take you to dinner." For a split second a look of concern flashed over his eyes. "Please."<br><br></div><div>"I would love that."<br><br></div><div><strong>Aether~<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>The first time you run into Aether it's in a very literal sense..<br></strong><br></div><div>"I didn't hurt you did I?" You rub your forehead with the palm of your hand looking up at his own outstretched hand before you. You hadn't completely taken in the situation but your eyes had soon curved past his face to the strange attire that adorns his body, taking an almost too long glance at his midriff in all too plain view.<br><br></div><div>"I think this person got hit too hard." Another voice chimes up and you end up noticing a floating creature by his side.<br><br></div><div>Your eyebrows furrow when you realize how judgmental the flying thing was and without taking his hand you pull yourself off the ground dusting the backs of your legs.<br><br></div><div>"Sorry I ran into you." He apologized "I guess I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm Aether and this is Paimon."<br><br></div><div>"<em>Name." </em>You reply quietly, rearranging the items that had slipped from your grasp earlier. "You're the Traveler, I take it."<br><br></div><div>"Yes, I would offer to help you carry all of that but I really have to run. Have to finish a late commission. Though maybe I'll see you around sometime?" He doesn't wait for you to actually reply instead he bolts off. His little friend screaming his name as she follows swiftly behind.<br><br></div><div>"Aether.." You repeat against the text books in your grip. Before you can walk off yourself however, a certain glint on the ground catches your eye. Being careful not to rock the books in your grasp you graciously examine it.<br><br></div><div>Two little feathers attached to a small colorless ball with a hook at the end of the forgotten jewelry. It was warm to the touch, makes sense seeing as he'd only just dropped it. Your fingers cradled the little piece like you'd just received it from someone special. A part of you thought to chase after him to give it back to him.<br><br></div><div><em>Commissions?<br></em><br></div><div>Though another part of you had a far better idea.<br><br></div><div><strong>When you'd first commissioned him</strong> it was for help in the shop. Your quaint little shop of small trinkets with the nicest souvenirs from your hometown. Perfect for the occasional traveler to wander in and ponder over the shelves. The newest shipments had arrived yesterday and though you normally did the work solo the idea of having someone help especially him helping made you a bit giddy.<br><br></div><div>He'd walked in while you perched over some boxes with a small knife making careful incisions against the tape. The welcoming ring of your shop's door and the wide eyed rapture filling those golden irises was enough to make your palms sweat.<br><br></div><div>"Ah it was your commission I had a feeling when Katheryne said your name after I'd asked." He said<br><br></div><div>"Well it was partially because cleaning up all these boxes alone would be a hassle but also I found this after we bumped into each other yesterday." You reached a hand behind the counter fingering the small piece of jewelry in your grasp for a split second before handing it to him.<br><br></div><div>"I did drop it when I bumped into you! Thank you so much for keeping it safe."<br><br></div><div>"Of course." You watch as he brushes aside loose strands of hair neatly folding them behind the shell of his ear. "Oh! wait allow me."<br><br></div><div>With a gentle smile he hands you back the ornament. Even though he'd already done it you took extra precaution in sliding your fingers through silky blond strands coaxing them over the warm shell of his ear. He didn't move at all patiently allowing your hands to lightly tug at his earlobe in search of the hole.<br><br></div><div>"This earring of yours, It's quite beautiful, may I ask where you got it?" You press the hook into his ear making sure it was tight enough that it wouldn't fall out again.<br><br></div><div>"My sister was the one that got it for me."<br><br></div><div>"Aw that's so sweet." The rumors you'd often heard of his journey began to echo in your mind. The posters you'd seen referring to his sister being missing. "Uh.. what I mean is.."<br><br></div><div>He turned his head in your direction and it instantly clicked to you just how close the two of you were. Your hands clasped to his shoulder his breath fanning your nose.<br><br></div><div>"Ah!" The ball of your foot slammed into a box behind you as you backpedaled.<br><br></div><div>"I.. um thank you for my earring." He quickly changed the subject bending over to grab a box by his side. "Let me.. just do this for you." He shuffled away awkwardly<br><br></div><div>"Uh oh right. By the way where's your um floating friend."<br><br></div><div>"Oh, you mean Paimon? She's back in our teapot something about needing to remember a dream she had last night in full."<br><br></div><div>"Mm and she follows you everywhere?" You ask absentmindedly stuffing things onto shelves in favor of taking a longer glance at Aether's figure every time he leaned over to shuffle through another box.<br><br></div><div>"Yeah, she's helping me find my sister." He said with a soft sigh. "Someday I'm going to get answers for everything."<br><br></div><div>"For you sake I hope you can."<br><br></div><div><strong>Yearly festivals </strong>were always amazing for business and everyone with shops in your area loved this time of year. While the mora was nice though your favorite thing about the festivals had always been heading up to the roof to watch the end of festival light show in the sky.<br><br></div><div>Though business had been busier than ever tonight so you weren't even sure if that would happen.<br><br></div><div>"There you are." A familiar voice rang out, you stood up from where you'd been shuffling through supplies under that counter delighted to see those all too familiar gold irises peering back at you. Paimon hovering up by his side.<br><br></div><div>"I was looking for you." He admitted with a hand pressed to his chest.<br><br></div><div>"Aren't you coming outside? The light show is about to begin!" Paimon added<br><br></div><div>You shook your head, "I don't think I'll be able to. Every time I think the customer raid is slowing more people show up. And things are getting kind of messy here. I have to restock the files and clean up some glass I hadn't realized had been broken until a couple minutes ago it's all so-"<br><br></div><div>"Let me take over for a while."<br><br></div><div>"Huh?" You and Paimon remarked in unison.<br><br></div><div>"I can take over for a while I know how you like your shop run at this point." He explained "You look like you could use a break."<br><br></div><div>"You've never run a shop before!" Paimon immediately argued<br><br></div><div>A part of you wanted to argue yourself but Aether did visit your shop incredibly often after the earring incident. Sometimes with Paimon sometimes without. Sometimes to help out in the shop and sometimes after closing hours to sit and relax in the back with you and the books. Seeing as your shop was always quiet and filled with warmth.<br><br></div><div>"You can go with Paimon and get some food and have fun then by the time you get back I'll have had this place sorted out and closed for the evening so we can all go and watch the light show together."<br><br></div><div>"But that's in like an hour!" You reply<br><br></div><div>"Don't worry just go you two, I can handle this."<br><br></div><div>"Ok, Ok thank you so much Ae you're a lifesaver." Dim lights or not you could've sworn you saw the faintest tint of pink dust over the bridge of Aether's nose as you quickly turned to leave with Paimon.<br><br></div><div>Aether had been right, you had needed a break and having it immediately felt so therapeutic. The small conversations you'd had with the people on the street, watching little Paimon stuff her face. (Seriously did she even have a stomach or did it just disappear once it entered her body). And of course the little souvenirs you'd picked up yourself. You'd even managed to get a merchant to sell you a couple crates of items for you to sell in your own shop.<br><br></div><div>By the time you'd returned to your shop you felt about two pounds lighter with your shoulders lifted. Just in time for Aether to walk outside to greet you and Paimon shutting the front door behind him.<br><br></div><div>"Great! You guys are just in time."<br><br></div><div>"How'd it go?" Paimon asked before you could.<br><br></div><div>"You were right about not being able to leave as soon as you guys went out customers flooded in with all kinds of stuff. I think I handled it well and now we can go watch the light show."<br><br></div><div>You hug the boxes in your arms closer to your chest. "Let's head up to the roof after I set these down. Thank you again Aether."<br><br></div><div>The last of the light faded from the city once you'd both made it onto the roof and you weren't sure if it was that or the fact that you were dressed in short sleeves but you brought a hand close to your arms rubbing your sides. Aether peered over at you before untying his cape to drape it gently over your shoulders.<br><br></div><div>"That better?" He whispered giving your arm a small squeeze before turning back to the display in the sky.<br><br></div><div>Luckily for you Paimon hadn't been paying attention at all. Completely filled with awe as she gazed up at the shapes connecting the stars in the sky. So she couldn't tell you'd barely glanced up at the show in the sky. Just snuggled in the coziness of Aether's cape.<br><br></div><div><strong>When you joined Aether's team </strong>it was after the two of you had known each other for six months. He was finally ready to move onto the next nation and despite the fact that you'd never thought to do it before you'd hired someone to take over your business in your stead. It wasn't a feeling you were used to, a sheer emptiness wafting through you at the idea of not seeing Aether for perhaps a year while he journeyed off somewhere else.<br><br></div><div>Of course you'd miss the shop and little things surrounding it. The scent of jasmine and honey upon entry. The little ding of the door opening for a new customer. The warm atmosphere in the back and how Aether had always sat in the same chair draping his legs over the frame. Head tilted back with a book on his chest when he'd inevitably succumb to sleep.<br><br></div><div>You'd miss it. But quite frankly you'd miss Aether far more.<br><br></div><div>"Really, are you sure?" He'd asked "Because I actually would really love if you came along on my journey."<br><br></div><div>"Yeah, I'm sure." You'd replied with a smile.<br><br></div><div>You'd expected some regret of course but you'd had very little upon the next couple weeks. Spending time by Aether's side outside of your work filled your body with a contentment you'd never experienced before. That and just how fulfilling commissions ended up being.<br><br></div><div>Going into the teapot for the first time freaked you out but it was also exuberating seeing all the decorations he had laid out and the huge mansion and.. the teapot spirit he'd introduced as Tubby. You ended up staying outside in the reincarnation of the city streets of your home town.<br><br></div><div>Walking amongst the trees and the little booths with decorative tape. The food stalls empty but still beautiful as well as the brilliant glow of the street lamps as the day soon fell to a close.<br><br></div><div>"How do you like it here?" Aether asked as he walked up behind you, a smile adorning his features.<br><br></div><div>"It's so beautiful.. maybe it's a bit forward for me to assume you set this up for me but it's just-"<br><br></div><div>"In this case, I did." He shifted on his feet, glancing to the side.<br><br></div><div>"Thank you, can I pay you back for your kindness?"<br><br></div><div>"Here." He stuck the hands that were covered by his back out to you. The reveal being a small assortment of tiny windmill flowers all red and a bit wilting.<br><br></div><div>You giggle quickly excepting the bouquet. "Do you give these to everyone that joins your team?"<br><br></div><div>"Only you.." When he leans into you it's to press a quick kiss to your cheek. "Thanks for staying by my side."<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Everyone in Monstadt wants to marry you (Men &amp; Women)</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><strong>Venti </strong>has heard of Y/N L/N from whispers on the wind, the most eligible person in Liyue, whose personality and appearance has captured the eye of illuminated adepti, the vigilant yaksha and Morax himself, as well as many mortals high up in Liyue society. It wouldn’t hurt to have a lover, after many years spent alone by himself with only drunkenness and music to keep him company. When he saw you for himself, his heart was yours, as his lyre fell to the ground and a true, genuine smile crept across his face. You would be his, as he would be yours.Acting Grand Master <strong>Jean </strong>certainly had no time for such trivial things such as <em>marriage. </em>She is simply doing her job when you come to the Knights of Favonius, asking for a place to stay, and she is simply doing her job when she assigns you a house opposite to hers so she can see your silhouette through the window whenever she feels lonely and doesn’t feel like visiting Barbara at the cathedral. Sometimes she tries to guess what you’re doing - reading maybe? Drawing, or... entertaining other men and women? Oh? There is a competition? Well, surely there is no harm at entering, right?<strong>Diluc of Monstadt </strong>is certainly intrigued by the prospect of a competition for the hand of someone. According to the rumours he hears at the bar, all those considered eligible will have a letter delivered to them and as he rereads the formal invitation stating that several “qualities that Y/N is looking for in a partner, such as empathy and compassion will be key in being considered”, Diluc doubts his abilities to empathise are good enough, and he feels the creeping feeling of insecurity growing in the back of his mind.<strong>Albedo, chief alchemist of the Knights of Favonius, </strong>would laugh if someone asked if he was participating in your marriage competition. “Marriage is not on the criteria for the rest of my life,” he would say in a monotone voice, before turning his attention back to his drawing, or latest alchemy experiment. However, his cold exterior hides a secret — he is researching you. Your interests, hobbies, clothing style, favourite food and favourite places in Monstadt, as well as his top competitors, so when he arrives at your house for a private dinner, he can hold any conversation with you.<strong>Cavalry Captain Kaeya </strong>is perhaps one of the more smooth-talking contestants, effortlessly carrying conversations and sliding into the seat beside you on the banquet, which perhaps was reserved for richer competitors and takes a bite of the food off your plate. He winks and swallows the spicy chicken piece, before saying, “I am Kaeya, from the Knights of Favonius,” and his hand slides across yours, the fur coat tickling your neck. Even when the competition is closed for the day, you will find him throwing stones through your window in order to get your attention and climbing in to tell stories about his day, about how he effortlessly stayed hilichurls and slimes. Perhaps he loves you back, although he hides it under a façade of grandeurs.The librarian, <strong>Lisa</strong>, knows that despite being scouted for this competition, she doesn’t have much to go on and her competitors are immortal gods who must have attracted thousands of mortals during their lives. Therefore she must go on intelligence and good looks, both of which she has in surplus and charm her way to your heart. She offers to help you study any subject and let’s you lose books from the library with nothing more than a sigh and a smirk as a punishment. Obvious favouritism is apparent, however when questioned, Lisa will poetically answer that “love makes people do crazy things”.</blockquote><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>WHEN YOU CALL THEM PRETTY BOY</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>XIAO</strong></div><blockquote>you were basking under the sunlight on the wangshu inn's balcony, having xiao accompany you during your little episodes of boredom.it was like any other day where he had constantly been by your side, keeping a watch on you from a small distance just incase if anything were to happen to you, he'd be quick to save you.finally relaxing, he leaned onto the wall, simply relishing the way the warm breeze ran across his skin. well, that is until you were feeling a little cheeky today and called him a pretty boy, which — wasnt exactly a lie.</blockquote><ul><li>"what did you just call me?"</li><li>xiao.exe has stopped working</li><li>his reactions would be the cutest, especially when he's still not used to getting compliments from you (even after you've done it a few couple of times)</li><li>he'll start facing away from your face to hide the blush that's spreading on his face like a wildfire, but his attempts are a failure because you can still see the tip of his ears dusted a shade of red</li><li>well, its safe to say he's in for a long day of teasing from you</li></ul><div><strong>VENTI</strong></div><blockquote>the two of you were under the tree at windrise with you laying on venti's lap while he was humming an old tune for you.you couldn't help but keep admiring his face, letting your fingers trace along the curves of his soft cheeks as you called him pretty boy.</blockquote><ul><li>"say that again, please?"</li><li>he was so happy when you called him a pretty boy and he couldnt help but just pepper your face with kisses</li><li>"venti, stop‐i need to breathe"</li><li>he's got a toothy grin on his face that you wish you could just take a picture of and engrave it into your memory</li><li>but he could be pretty annoying with this too though, he'll keep asking you to say it again and again, so keep that in mind</li></ul><div><strong>KAZUHA</strong></div><blockquote>you and kazuha were sailing on beidou's fleet to bring the traveler to inazuma.kazuha was standing right beside you with his arms around your smaller frame, protecting you from the upcoming storm that's stirring up above the ship.you were unsure about the whole trip, but kazuha was there to comfort and assure you that nothing will go wrong. and with the way he looked at you with adoration in his crimson eyes, you couldn't help but focus on his attractive face, calling him a pretty boy in the process.</blockquote><ul><li>"i may look pretty to you, but nothing will ever beat your beauty, my dove."</li><li>ooh how the tables have turned</li><li>whenever you compliment kazuha, he'll do a complete 180° on you and compliment you back, which — gets you flustered no matter how many times he's done it.</li></ul><div><strong>AETHER</strong></div><blockquote>you and aether had finished doing your comissions which tired the two of you out, and you wanted nothing more than to rest with your lover and enjoy the rest of the day together doing lazy things in your shared abode.and it was what the two of you did doyou're now currently undoing aether's braids, combing his soft golden hair with your hands and just enjoying the moment. he looked so pretty this way — you thought; you wished you could just stay in this moment forever and ignore the outside world, doing nothing together."hey aether?" your voice caught his attention to which he replied with a hum. "you're such a pretty boy"</blockquote><ul><li>did he hear that correctly? did you just call him a pretty boy?</li><li>he's suddenly turned fidgety and shy because of the sudden unexpected compliment</li><li>he turns around to look at you and stares at you for a second before he wrapped his arms around you and hid his face in the crook of your neck, giving a warm embrace</li><li>"you're way prettier, you know" he muffled into your neck.</li></ul><div><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Xiao, Diluc, Childe, Kaeya - saying “I love you”</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Xiao<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>You were sitting with Xiao on the rooftop of Wangshu Inn, enjoying a comfortable evening in each other’s presence as you admired the sky.</li><li>The sky is pretty for sure, but you are more beautiful than that, and he can’t help but tilt his head towards you every so often, just to get a quick glance of your face before swiftly turning his gaze away. Right in this moment, he doesn’t care about the stars, and if he were to be completely honest, he’d simply grab your head into his hands just to stare into your eyes for the rest of the night until you’d get so bored of him that you’d fall asleep.</li><li>His mind is a complete blur. Your touch is the only thing that he can think about right now, and you can feel his hand on your back as he wraps it around you, resting it on your waist. You try to look towards him, yet he’s facing the sky, <em>purposefully </em>not looking at you, so you simply place your arm on his thigh and turn your head back to the sky.</li><li>A soft smile spreads across his lips, his heart overflowing with joy at such a simple gesture on your part: one so small for you, yet tremendous for him. It prompts him to be bolder, and in the heat of the moment, he turns his head towards you and places a soft kiss on your cheek.</li><li>Xiao only smiles at you when you look back at him, and places his hand on your cheek, closing the distance between you with a soft kiss on your lips, a kiss that churns your insides and sends ripples of goosebumps down your spine.</li><li><em>“I love you”</em>, you whisper once he pulls away. He smiles once again, feeling so warm he could melt into your arms, runs his thumb back and forth over your skin, before completely losing himself to the moment.</li><li><em>“I love you too”</em>, he echoes. <em>“I love you so much it makes me feel afraid.”</em></li><li><em>“Afraid of what?”</em> you push.</li><li><em>“Afraid of everything being nothing but a dream</em>” he’d confess, embarrassed at what he said, his eyes darting away, his cheeks slightly pink.</li><li><em>“It’s not. I’m here with you, now, tomorrow and forever”</em> you reassure him, catching his lips in another kiss, a kiss that seems to last forever as the starry sky becomes nothing but an afterthought.</li></ul><div><strong>Diluc<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Diluc’s day was filled with needless paperwork – just boring and repetitive formalities that somehow piled up and that needed to be sorted out.</li><li>For this reason, once his day was over, he was completely and thoroughly exhausted – barely holding himself straight as he left the mansion, scurrying on the streets to get to your house faster. It’s embarrassing, he thinks to himself, how dependent on you he’s become, how much of an impact your mere presence has on his day, how you seeing you could make his day so much better while your absence would make him turn sour. &nbsp;</li><li>He knocks on your door, waits for you to open up, and once you do, he doesn’t even wait for you to greet him, he pulls you in into his arms, pressing you against his body, he places a soft kiss on your forehead, then rests his chin on your head, and closes his eyes.</li><li>“Could we stay like this for a little while?” he begs, and you can only listen, your heart fluttering inside your chest, still shaken from how bold and impatient Diluc was. You didn’t mind it, after all, not when his chest was so warm, not when his arms perfectly wrapped around you as if they were made just for that.</li><li>A few moments pass in silence, moments when all you could hear were only your heartbeats, synced together in harmony as Diluc simply basks in the warmth of your presence. He needs nothing more and nothing less.</li><li><em>“You know, before having you in my life, I used to be completely lonely”</em>, his words plunged the silence. <em>“The funny thing is, I didn’t even realize how lonely I was. I would just wander around the mansion, hang around hilichurl camps and lean on random trees. Looking back now, it seems silly. I was…”</em> – a slight pause as Diluc searches for his words – <em>“empty.”</em></li><li>You can do nothing but listen to him, squeezing him closer into your embrace, soothingly running your hand up and down his back as your heart clenches in your chest at his confession. It hurts to hear it, it hurts to hear how much he’s suffered, how alone he’s been.</li><li><em>“Then I met you”,</em> he continues, bringing his hand up to your head and stroking your hair gently, in a wordless ‘thank you’. <em>“I met you, and whenever I was with you, I wouldn’t feel alone. I’d thirst for your embrace, I’d want to see you everyday, I’d want to go on walks with you everyday, I’d want you. I… completely belong to you now. My heart belongs to you. I love you. I love you so much, thank you for everything.”</em></li><li>You were flying, you were soaring, your heart that was hurting a few moments ago was now brimming with happiness, and you could only laugh in response, echoing his feelings as you told him how much he meant to you and how much you loved him.</li></ul><div><strong>Childe<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>As much as Childe hates to admit it, when it comes to you, he easily gets needy, and those are moments when he needs more reassurance than usual that he’s loved. He’s never been good at hiding how he feels, so when he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, when he pulled away only to tell you that he loves you, you immediately noticed a sudden flash of worry sticking up his face.</li><li>He may not say it out loud, but he’s begging, begging you with his eyes to say that you love him back, begging you to ease his sudden fear. It’s silly, he knows it, holding is his breath as if he’s confessing his feelings for the first time, as if you weren’t his lover, yet he can’t help it, he <em>needs</em> to hear it.</li><li>You draw in closer, clashing your lips against his ear as you pull him into your arms, feeling his body twitch in surprise, then relax in content.</li><li><em>“I love you too”</em> you coo into his ear, only to hear his exhale of relief followed by his giddy laugh, his worries disappearing as fast as they’ve appeared. With just a few words, you’ve expelled any worry that he might’ve had, taming his restless heart with so little effort. Sometimes he feels he needs you more than you need him, a floating fear that you brush off whenever you tell him that you love him back.</li><li>He kisses the corner of your mouth, then he catches your lips into a long, deep kiss, making your chest feel heavy, making your body ache with how much you loved him. He pulls away just for one second, your hot breaths mingling together as he reminds you, as if in a haze, that you mean everything to him and that he never wants to let you go.</li><li><em>“I love you so much”, </em>he’d finish, unable to stop himself from giving in to the urge to kiss you. With that, he hungrily crashes his lips against your once again into a long, desperate kiss.</li></ul><div>&nbsp;<strong>&nbsp;Kaeya<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>You are sitting in Kaeya’s lap, facing him as your legs are comfortably wrapped around his body. His lips are warm, trailing your jawline with soft kisses, never going down your neck and never going up to your lips. He is just fooling around, mesmerized with how responsive you were to his touches, flattered with how you followed his lead without any trace of complaint.</li><li>Your lean your head back, letting out a moan when you feel his wet tongue slipping against your skin, sinking your fingers into his shoulders as Kaeya continues in his path, stopping right under your ear.</li><li>Bringing your chin down, you give him a probing gaze, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion at his behaviour as you ask him why he stopped.</li><li>Kaeya only hums in response, raises his hand to your cheek, his thumb going back and forth against your skin. He’s smiling softly, as if only to himself, his eyes are staring into yours, full of love and adoration. His fingers are so cold that their touch almost stings, and you bring your palm up to place it over them, prompting a small laugh out of Kaeya.</li><li><em>“It’s a secret. Come closer so I can whisper it to you”</em>, he replies, wrapping his hands around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.</li><li>He’s a tease: he places a soft kiss at the back of your ear, then one on your earlobe, sending a dizzying wave of goosebumps though your body. His whole body is overwhelmingly warm, and, cradled in his arms and spoiled by his kisses, you don’t mind not getting a response, you feel content just for being there, with him.</li><li>Right when you resigned in defeat, Kaeya allows himself a moment of sincerity, and, pressing his lips to your ear, squeezing you even closer to him, he finally whispers:</li><li><em>“It was nothing. Just remembered that I love you.”</em></li><li>And with that, you feel nothing but warmth when he buries his head into your shoulder, when you feel his hand going up and down your back as you squeeze him harder into your embrace.</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>Xiao, Diluc - physical touch</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Xiao<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Once you get past the walls that he’s built around him, you’ll find out that he’s nothing but a gentle, tender person, a lonely soul longing to feel the warmth of love. Expect nothing but soft, sweet moments from him: moments when he’ll hold your hand into his just so he can feel your skin under his touch, moments when he’ll place a kiss on top of your forehead just because he likes how your lips curl into a smile afterwards, moments when he'll pull you into his arms just to keep you there.</li><li>With him, everything is tentative, and if he senses any hint of hesitation from you, any trace of faltering, he will retreat. Deep down, however, he’s grown desperate – desperate for your touch, so desperate that in your absence he feels hollow, as if something’s not quite right, as if something’s missing. All he wants to do is to kiss you under the moonlight until the sun rises again, to bask in the warmth of your touch until you fall asleep in each other’s arms, to hold you tightly into his arms until you’ll have to beg him to let you go.</li><li>For this reason, his hugs seem to last an eternity: with his hands wrapped around your body, gently drawing circles at the small of your back, with your head resting on his shoulder as turn your head every now and then to place a soft kiss right under his jaw.</li></ul><div><strong>Diluc<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>When it comes to kissing you, Diluc gets heated up pretty quickly. One moment, his lips are softly brushing against yours, catching your bottom lip between his teeth before gently sucking and nibbling on it. The next moment, his burning lips are against your neck, and you can feel his hungry moans against your skin reverberating through your body. Yet for him, it’s not enough. It’s never enough when he gets heated up, so heated up that the world around him becomes nothing but a blur while your image stays crystal clear. Your legs are trembling, your body feels heavy, and you cling to his body, wrapping your arms around his torso as you lean on him for equilibrium.</li><li>He knows what he’s doing to you, and seeing you so pliant under him electrifies him even more, his moans getting more guttural as his lips travel up your neck and to your mouth, leaving behind a wet trail of saliva, only to sweep it away as he slides his hand to your neck, his thumb running up and down against your pulse point. He’s still wearing his gloves, and compared to the softness of his scorching lips, they’re cold and slightly rough, a moan escaping your lips at the sudden contact. Diluc took advantage of this opportunity to claim your mouth in a fervent, desperate kiss, your tongues swirling and dancing against each other, your heartbeat violent against your chest as you drowned in his taste.</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>Xiao, Childe - when you’re touch starved</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Xiao<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Truth be told, he was just as touch starved as you, so when you mentioned how badly you needed his touch, it was as if his whole soul was set ablaze, aching, longing for you.</li><li>Xiao would envelop you in his arms, a wave of warmth surging through your body as you finally found solace within his hug. One of his hands was tightly wrapped around your waist, while the other was holding your head against him, his fingers sinking into your hair, massaging your scalp in circular, loose motions. With your face buried in his shoulder, almost drunk on his scent, you placed a soft, long kiss at the base of his neck, only to feel him shudder under your touch, only so your mouth could taste the goosebumps that started to ripple across his skin.</li><li>His gloves were starting to feel uncomfortable, itchy, as if they suddenly didn’t fit him anymore, as if they were nothing but an unpleasant barrier between him and the warmth of your skin. When wearing them became too unbearable, he asked you if it’d be okay to pull away for a second, and to give him just a few moments.&nbsp;</li><li>He’d take his gloves off, and he’d cup your head into his hands, running his thumbs across your cheeks, relishing in how soothing it felt. In a tender attempt to feel <em>more</em> of you, he’d glide his hands down your neck, slowly, stopping for a moment just to feel your pulse against his fingers, before going down to your shoulders, then up your neck again, then down again, then up again. His hands are warm, his touch tickles, and you can’t bring yourself to mutter a single word, as if under a spell, mesmerized by the man in front of you.</li><li>Xiao would feel a lump in his throat, a seething urge to kiss you washing all over his body. He’d try to be discreet about it, and, as his cheeks turned into the slightest shade of red, he’d run his thumb over your bottom lip, hesitating, waiting for you to take the lead. This was your cue to kiss him, and, without skipping a heartbeat, you pulled him into a soft kiss, tasting the smile that spread across his lips.</li></ul><div>&nbsp;<strong>&nbsp;Childe<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Childe is very perceptive when it comes to your wants and needs, and, the moment you plunged yourself into his arms, thrusting both of you onto the bed, he knew exactly what was wrong and how to help you with this problem, you didn’t need to say a single word.</li><li>You landed on top of him, your head resting on his chest, and Childe simply wrapped his hands around you, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he poked fun at your antics. Finding your behavior so endearing, he’d place his fingertips at the small of your back, and he’d start to draw shapes across your skin: circling your shoulder blades, tracing your spine, drawing invisible hearts. His body was warm, his touches were sending shivers down your body, and with your ear against his chest, you listened to the relaxing lullaby of his heartbeats.</li><li>He would go on until his hand would turn numb, moment when he’d lay it on the bed, grabbing your hand into his and interlacing your fingers. His other arm is still tightly secured around you, not letting you go anytime soon.</li><li>He loved how much of an impact his touch could have over you, he loved when you were so desperate for his touch that you couldn’t keep yourself off him, he loved how needy you were for him, he loved to feel wanted by you.</li><li>He couldn’t contain these thoughts to himself, and he’d ask you if you know why he loved you, to which you’d reply that you didn’t know, but you’d like to find out more. Before he even began to mutter a single word, he’d shift both of his legs, intertwining them with yours, his heartbeats picking up, ringing in anticipation to what he was about to say.</li><li>Meticulously, he’d start to whisper the cheesiest reasons you’ve ever heard in your life: he loved you because your laugh is contagious, because you’re kind, because you’re clever, because you’re strong, because of how his name rolled out of your mouth, because of the way your eyes light up when you are with him, because of, well, your everything.</li><li>Once he was done, you didn’t even bother to reply to him, you simply pulled him in for a sweet kiss.</li></ul><div><strong><em>Bonus:<br></em></strong><br></div><div><em>Unlisted reason why Childe loves you: because you kick his ass once a week in his domain.<br></em><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Diluc, Xiao - lonely without you</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>D<strong>iluc<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>You’ve been busy for the past few days, and without seeing you for so long, Diluc found himself restless, aimlessly pacing around the mansion simply waiting for the days to be over so he could meet you sooner. He didn’t realize how lonely and bleak the world could look like when you’re not around, he didn’t realize how thirsty he could become for your warmth.</li><li>For this reason, when you finally showed up on his doorstep, his chest felt heavy, his heart swirling inside his chest as he collapsed into your arms, exhaling in relief only when he could feel the tender touch of your skin under his fingertips. He missed your warmth; he missed your touch. Burying his head into your shoulder, he letting out a heavy breath against your skin followed by a soft murmur of pleasure. At last, he was in your arms. The difficult part was finally over.</li><li>Wrapping his hands around you, he started to draw circles at the small of your back, with slow and long sweeps, as if to reassure himself that you were really there, that you weren’t simply a figment of his imagination meant to soothe his loneliness.</li><li>Maybe he could’ve been more tactful about it, maybe he could’ve kept certain bits for himself, but when you wrapped your arms around him, when you told him that you missed him, he felt defenseless, completely thrown at your mercy, unable to stop the words from flowing out of his mouth.</li><li>“I felt lonely without you.” he’d confess, clutching the fabric of your shirt under his fingers, relieved to hear your voice. “I’ve missed you too. Terribly. I’m glad you’re safe and that you’re finally here.”</li><li>You smiled, squeezing him as tightly as you could against you, as if to make up for all the missed hugs, and both you remained in each other’s arms for a long while, as none of you wanted to be the first to let go.</li></ul><div>&nbsp;<strong>Xiao<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>It’s been a while since the last time you showed up at the Wangshu Inn, as you’ve been quite busy with your daily missions and, unfortunately, you weren’t able to give him any notice regarding your absence.</li><li>Something itches, something burns inside him, and his chest feels empty, weightless, as if a part of him was missing – you. As much as he’d love to keep you out of his mind, his thoughts would constantly fly back to you, no matter how hard he’d try to resist them.&nbsp;</li><li>Maybe it was for the better that you didn’t show up, maybe it was for the best that you decided not to concern yourself with him. How childish of him to hope for anything more, how childish of him to mingle himself with humans, he’d scold himself. He knows that he shouldn’t care, and yet, despite it all, why does he feel <em>pain </em>now that you’re not there? Why does he long for your warmth?</li><li>With his hands folded against his chest and his brows furrowed, he’d stare into the distance at the silhouettes of the people passing by, a small part of him hoping that one of them would be yours. Did those moments when you ate almond tofu together, when you hold hands, when you hugged, meant nothing to you at all? Could you really disappear in just the blink of an eye? He’d scoff. He knew he was bound to be alone anyway, he was well aware of that, and yet, what was the emptiness and bleakness that he felt?</li><li>When he finally saw you after all this time, Xiao froze in his place, unable to move or to mutter any word, his tongue stuck at the back of his throat. Excited to see him after all this time, you wrapped your hands around him, pulling him into a warm hug as you rested your head on his chest.&nbsp;</li><li>With your hug, Xiao felt a wave of relief washing over him, any worry that he might’ve had simply dissipating under the warmth of your touch. His heart was aggressively fluttering inside his chest, and he felt the need to lift his hands and to wrap them around you, as if in a trance.</li><li>His hands were trembling, unsure, hesitant, but when you told him that you missed him, when you apologized for your absence, when you reassured him that you thought about him everyday and that you simply didn’t have time to give him any notice before leaving, he let go of any inhibition. He hugged you back fiercely, desperately, as if you’d vanish from his reach once again if he didn’t cling to you hard enough. For a moment, it felt as if the world around you disappeared, as if it was just the two of you, melting in each other’s arms.</li><li>“I’ve missed you too”, he’d admit, both to you and to himself. Could he allow himself to be a little bit selfish when it came to you? Could he ask you not to disappear like that again?</li><li>“Next time, let me know if anything happens. I was… worried”, he’d confess. His words are muffled, as if he might have said something wrong, as if he might have said too much. He’s become so soft for you, so soft it’s actually pitiful.</li><li>When you reassured him that you will let him know next time, a soft smile crept across his face, and, breaking the hug, he held your face into his hands, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>Zhongli, Childe &amp; Kaeya - making excuses to touch you</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp;<strong>Zhongli<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Zhongli has always had a peculiar language, and you soon began to pick up on the deeper meaning of his words. “The stars are beautiful tonight” actually meant “Let’s watch them together as we lose ourselves into a hug”. “It’s rainy outside” actually meant “Hold me so close to you until I can feel nothing but your warmth”.</li><li>Even a simple “Hello” would become a sacred greeting, because who can say “hello” to their lover without kissing them? Zhongli always accompanies his greetings with a kiss, they are inseparable.</li><li>When you pulled him into a hug before he had to leave for a meeting, when you wrapped your hands around his back, leaving a soft kiss under his jaw before breaking the hug to let him go, he felt his heart tighten in his chest. A surge of loneliness suddenly overcame him, and he felt empty – empty because you weren’t in his arms anymore.</li><li>He knew he didn’t have time, he knew he was late, yet he wanted to allow himself to slip – just for a little while, to linger in your embrace a little more, to breathe in your entrancing scent until he could no longer feel it. At this point, it was already over for him, and any excuse to touch you more could be a pertinent one.</li><li>“Don’t let go yet, I need you in my arms”. That was his excuse.</li><li>He said those words as if he was simply stating a fact, as if you simply had to agree with those terms without skipping a beat. And who were you to deny such a simple request?</li><li>Your lips curled into a smile, and you hugged Zhongli once more, closing your eyes as you nuzzled your head in his chest. Zhongli rested his chin on your head, and, wrapping his arms around you, he closed his eyes and relished the moment.</li><li>Even if he arrived 5 minutes late to the meeting, it was worth it.</li></ul><div><strong>Childe<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>He’d be direct, he isn’t the one to be apologetical when all he wants to do is to hold you in his arms.</li><li>His excuses range from the silliest things he could think about, to words so <em>corny</em> that you can’t help but pull him into a hug before he’s able to finish his sentences.</li><li>You’d often hear him saying “I just remembered that I have to hug you” or maybe “You look very comfortable right now, I’d like to check how I’d fit in your arms” or maybe something else entirely.</li><li>Every so often, he’d say no word. You’d feel his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you onto his body as he’d simply bury his head into your shoulder. This gesture is more or less an invitation for you to run your fingers through his hair, and if you didn’t pick up on this, he’d grab your hand and directly place it on his head. As you played with his locks, he’d murmur in satisfaction, tightening his grip around you whenever you tugged on his hair with more force, and relaxing it whenever you were softer.</li><li>Once he felt it was enough, he’d start placing soft kisses on your shoulders, then on your neck, leading all the way up to your ear, kissing the goosebumps that prickled your skin in the wake of his burning lips.</li><li>He’d start to shower you in an endless stream of compliments, his words resonating through your body, his husky voice filling your mind. He’d tell you how grateful he feels to have you, then he’d place a soft kiss at the back of your ear. He’d tell you that he is addicted to you, then he’d nibble on your earlobe once more. He’d tell you that he loves you so much that he fears his heart might burst, then he’d place another kiss at the back of your ear. He likes doting on you, after all, and he won’t stop anytime soon.</li></ul><div><strong>Kaeya </strong><em>(slightly nsfw?)<br></em><br></div><ul><li>Something itches, something burns in his chest. He wanted you so badly it was almost physically painful. He has to touch you, he needs to hold you, and scrambling for an excuse to do that, he’d mutter the first words that went through his mind.</li><li>“My hands are cold. Would you be kind enough to warm them up?” he’d coo, his eyes following your reaction, lighting up when you took his hands into yours. This, however, was not what he had in mind, and, in a heartbeat, he’d wrap his fingers around your wrists, guiding your arms around his torso. He’d be so pleased with how pliant you were, with how responsive your body was to his touches and with how you seemed to show him no resistance, going along with his whims as if his will was your own.</li><li>He’d bring his hands on your stomach, and he’d slide them them beneath the shirt you were wearing, guiding them to your chest.</li><li>A moan escaped your throat as he squeezed your breasts for the first time, and in response to the sudden jolt of pain, you sank your fingers into the fabric of his shirt. He’d flick his thumbs over your nipples until he’d feel them hardening, and, carried away by lust and desire, he’d squeeze your breasts once again, even fiercer than before, just to coax another moan out of your mouth, just to feel your body tremble under his touch.</li><li>Changing the pace, he’d start molding and massaging your breasts under his hands as if they were made out of modeling clay, spicing things up by pinching your nipples every so often.</li><li><em>This</em> is what he meant when he told you that he wanted you to warm his hands up, and he intended to keep on going for a while.</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-02 03:06:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>“repay my love”</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>his hands were on-top of your own, fingers intertwined as his hips moved at an average pace, thrusting into you as he praised you quietly, your soft moans spilling out into the moonlit room.<br><br></div><div>a cool breeze wrapped around your sweaty bodies as he picked up his pace slightly, his hips meeting yours faster then previously, emanating a more prominent skin noise from your bodies. he panted out compliments, how attractive you were, how you were taking his cock so nicely.<br><br></div><div>you looked so pretty and soft underneath him, his gaze soft as he stared into your eyes, he felt you tighten around him as he drove his cock deeper into your hole, being sucked in as he tried to pull out, he teased softly,<br><br></div><div><strong>“it’s almost like your hole doesn’t want me to leave, hm?”</strong> he hummed as you flushed deeper at his words, <strong>“just stay like that, pretty, i’m almost- there.”</strong> he mumbled as he buried his face into your neck, licking and biting at it, trying to find an open space he hadn’t marked.<br><br></div><div>your moans grew louder as you rocked your hips against his, back arching as he connected his lips to yours. <strong>“k- kuni-“</strong> you managed to mutter out between kisses, he paused, and looked at you, <strong>“what was that?”</strong> he said as his cock stilled inside you. <strong>“kunikuzushi,”</strong> you breathed out,<br><br></div><div><strong>“i love you.”</strong> his hips snapped back into motion, digging his cock deeper and faster into your velvety walls, you threw your head back as he rammed into you, eyes holding nothing but love. <strong>“fuck, i love you so much, shit, shit, shit…” </strong>he muttered out as he wrapped your legs around his waist.<br><br></div><div><strong>“your makin’ such pretty noises,”</strong> he cooed, tilting your chin forward and forcing you to look at where you were connected. <strong>“see your hole is taking my cock in so well, yeah?”</strong> he kissed your jaw before he leaned back again, nothing but praise leaving his lips. <strong>“so good for me,”</strong> he said as he felt you tighten on him again, he smiled at your blissed out expression.<br><br></div><div><strong>“fuck, love you want me to fill you up? hm?”</strong> he hummed as he dipped his head back into the crook of your neck, you whined out a small yes through your moans as he chuckled softly into your skin. his thrusts became sloppy as he pushed himself to go faster, your orgasm hit you hard as you shook beneath him, feeling his cum flow into you.<br><br></div><div>he pulled away and watched it drip out of your hole around his cock, he smiled and started to move slowly again, watching your face distort into pleasure.<br><br></div><div><strong>“did you think we were done? i still have so much love to repay you.”<br></strong><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-03 04:16:38 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>— revoked privileges</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><strong><em>CHILDE</em></strong></blockquote><ul><li>will be whiny and won’t leave you alone&nbsp;</li><li>the fight had grew big, to the point the both of you are on each other’s nerves. it started as a simple competition, but as he tells you that he won and you lose, that’s when all hell breaks loose and the both of you came insulting each other back and forth</li><li>the moment you told him that you’re revoking his cuddling privileges for a whole month, he felt as if his whole reason for coming home was gone. you swore that his shoulders dropped and the eyes that hold such fierce when you were fighting was now replaced by eyes that looks like a child when their ipad has been confiscated by their parents</li><li>you know those kids do when they want a toy? where they will whine their parent’s name about how they want this toy? yeah, he will do that no matter how much you ignore him. be it inside or outside, he has no shame whining your name about how he just at least want a single hug from you</li><li>he tried multiple times cuddling or even touching you, to the point where you have to slap his hands away. he even comes back home every day with gifts in his hands as he expects he will get a hug, a peck on the cheek or even at least a pat on the head, but no that didn’t happen at all</li><li>every now and then, if he can’t get his cuddles then he’ll just stay in the same room as you, ignoring your complains. you aren’t giving him any cuddles now, do you expect him to stay away from you?</li><li>when you look across the room, his eyes are already on you and he’s trying his best to give you those eyes that a single kiss or hug won’t hurt your pride. nevertheless you still ended up ignoring him</li><li>once the whole month’s over, expect that you when you wake up in the morning he’s already hugging you like you’re a teddy bear. when you’re planning to leave the bed, he will grab your arm and trapped you again in his arms, as he whines that you aren’t allowed to leave the bed for a whole day, whining how you need to make up for the lost cuddles he didn’t get</li><li>he will still follow you around, he became very clingy and had been glued to your side for the rest of month. at the same time he’s also very cautious now since he doesn’t want it to happen ever again. but you can’t complain though, after all he was not the only one who missed the daily cuddling sessions</li></ul><div>ー <strong>“Huh? Where are you going? Let’s stay here a little longer, pleaseee”<br></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong><em>DILUC</em></strong></blockquote><ul><li>thinks it’s not a big deal and you’re just being childish at the moment 1/2</li><li>the fight was about overworking himself, to the point he had to skipped meals every day and to add to that, he’s not getting enough sleep. his hair was a mess and his eyes wasn’t doing well. so when you had finally enough of this, you told him that he’s not going to get cuddles from you starting today</li><li>he will scoff at first, thinking that you’re just being irrational again, as he thinks you will get over it after a few hours. oh how wrong he was</li><li>nighttime has come, and you didn’t even pester him to go to bed like usual. thinking that maybe you’re right this time, he exited his office and made his way to the master’s bedroom. only to be met by your back facing from him, a pillow in your hands and there was another pillow placed in the space between the two of you</li><li>he rolled his eyes of how childish you are, but the moment he took away the pillow and he tried to spoon you, you moved away from his grasp as you clung to the pillow you here hugging. he was startled and was frozen in the position he was in, as he just let out sigh and laid on his side of the bed while facing your back, hoping that it will be better the next day</li><li>the next day when he does realize you aren’t giving in and staying true to your words, he didn’t enter his office the whole day, he skipped work at the tavern which was rare and he keeps stalking following you around mondstadt as you do your daily errands</li><li>and when you come back to the winery, you almost got a heart attack because the moment you opened the door, he was already there as if he was anticipating for your arrival. he tried to be subtle about his touches, by placing a peck on your cheek or sneaking a hug, but instead you walked away from him before he can do so. a certain cavalry captain teased him about it but when diluc doesn’t react to it and he can see diluc’s dejected face, he tried to have a talk with you. keyword: tried</li><li>the moment the month was over, he had never wrapped his arms around you so fast when you entered the winery after your early errands. his arms were wrapped tightly around you that you have to tap his shoulder that you need air to breathe. work? yeah he doesn’t know that, you best believe that he will be attached to you in the hip wherever you go. he will only go to work, once you tell him you will accompany him</li><li>you’re practically a diluc magnet now, he doesn’t want his privileges to get taken again because he had came into a realization that he really needs it, so when fights suddenly occurs he will try to be gentle as much as possible since the only thing that actually scares him in tevyat is an angry you. archons, you have him wrapped around your finger</li></ul><div>ー <strong>“Love do you need help with that? No....I insist”<br></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong><em>ALBEDO</em></strong></blockquote><ul><li>“they will get over it” he says, the answer was wrong</li><li>the fight had escalated about how he sometimes needs to take a rest and he should spend more time with you. it’s not that you don’t like what he does, but sometimes a little lovey-dovey moment with him won’t hurt a little right? to add to that he promised you countless time he will be there in a minute, but those minutes had turn into hours</li><li>so when you finally snapped at him that you’re revoking his cuddling privileges before turning your back away from him, he just shrugged it off at first. you were understanding, you will probably get over it tomorrow. that’s what he thinks</li><li>to his surprise you didn’t dare to set foot in dragonspine to visit him on his lab, he reassured himself that maybe you’re busy and that you just forgot it but when the next day came again you still haven’t spoken to him and the poor alchemist was starting to feel guilty about his irrational actions. until.....somebody had entered his lab, he was about to let out a sigh of relief but those had faded away when he realized it was klee and it was not still you</li><li>he asked klee where had she been, and she said that she visited you since you haven’t been coming back for the past 2 days and she’s starting to miss the playtime the both of you used to do together. albedo asked her if he was even mentioned when klee was talking to you but to his expectations he wasn’t. and that was the moment he knew, he needs to see you as soon as possible</li><li>at first he tried to purposely show it to you that he needs a hug or he needs to hold your hand, which of course you just ignored it. until he formulated a plan on his own, he tried to woo you by asking you if you need his coat, if you want his signature hot chocolate or if you want to spend some time as the both of you are together inside the blanket nest you always make when you’re at his lab, and still it was a decline from you</li><li>he is not even ashamed of trying to hide the fact, that the both of you had bumped into each other for more than 3 times, a day. even klee had sometimes asked him, why are the both of them suddenly making a detour when they should be going back to the mountains now, only to receive the same response from him, that he forgot something in a certain location, and that location was where you’re currently at</li><li>after the month ends, do you expect albedo to just stand there? best believe, that he might even go as far as inviting and making you stay in his lab until the night falls. as soon as you opened your eyes first thing in the morning, albedo has your head placed on his chest as he hugs you and when you tried to roll away from him, his arms hugged you tighter preventing you from escaping</li><li>he will not go back to his experiments right away, no no. he can’t risk losing again his cuddling privileges, your probably going to be living with him in his bed for the whole month, as a payback for revoking it</li></ul><div>ー <strong>“Your going home? Such a shame, I was thinking of making a blanket nest with you..”<br></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong><em>SCARAMOUCHE</em></strong></blockquote><ul><li>thinks it’s not a big deal and you’re just being childish at the moment 2/2</li><li>entering a relationship with this purple bowl cut head, means that fights are going to occur anytime, and anywhere. his ego is literally high above the stars, so when it comes to fights he wants to gain the upper hand of the situation</li><li>the fight had happened, when he was just in his usual shitty moods that also caused you to be in a shitty mood. and because his loud-ass mouth won’t shut up and let you explain for yourself, you shouted at him that you’re taking away his cuddling privileges for a month. of course, he just glared at you practically speaking “make me”. as he thinks that it’s you who won’t be able to last without him. but oh how the tables have turned</li><li>the next day, he actually expected that you’ll forget what you told him so when he subtly tried to link your hand with his, you practically moved away from him leaving him shocked by your actions. he swore he could feel his eye twitching from the sudden irritation, and it’s probably going to get worse since he will lash this out to his agents, hell he might even lash out on a certain ginger head</li><li>so when the time came that two of his fatui agents, came crawling to you as the both of them are pushing each other of who should speak and who should stay quiet as they talked, it was not long before the both of them revealed that scaramouche’s rampage was making every single person from the fatui make it as their own problem. no matter how much they plead you to just talked to him, you ignored it as you tell them it’s what he deserves SLAYYYYYYYYYY</li><li>when you are in the same room as him, you won’t missed how he will intently follow every movement you make and if there comes a time that you will make eye contact with him, he will stare at you before looking away. noticing how there is a slight hint of desperation and eagerness in his eyes</li><li>instead of being more loud and demanding than usual to his agents, his voice was calm as water and honestly, the agents prefer the first option rather this because they don’t know what is he planning in his mind if they fail his orders, especially that right now you’re practically staying away from him</li><li>when the month does ends, you swear to your life you have never been dragged to his office so fast as if he was waiting for this moment to come. after locking the door to his office, he dragged the both of you to his couch and made you seat down, while he took off his hat and laying on your lap, before wrapping his arms around your stomach as he also buries his face in it</li><li>do you expect to leave his sight after that? no, he needs to have at least one of his arms wrapped around you whether it’s your waist, your hands or on your shoulder. he’ll be subtly clinging to you wherever you go, that sometimes he goes very defensive mode if you ever speak about it</li></ul><div>ー<strong>”Tsk, just let me lay here for a while okay? It’s not like I missed hugging you or anything like that..”<br></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong><em>KAZUHA</em></strong></blockquote><ul><li>very very sad kazuha noises</li><li>fights with kazuha are very rare, since the both of you always managed to solve it. he’s calm when it comes to misunderstanding situations but when a fight had happened one day, he expected that this will be managed, however when the fight is slowly going to nowhere, he’s slowly losing the patience he has</li><li>he tends to be rational but when you suddenly shouted at him that he’s not getting it, that’s where all his calm persona has been thrown out of the window. at first he was still being gentle, but as each time passes the more you raise your voice at him, the more he is also raising his voice which resulted to the both of you unexpectedly saying things you don’t even mean. so when you suddenly yelled that you’re revoking his cuddling privileges for a whole month, his attitude did a whole 180 and his eyes softened as if he’s begging you to take that back, that you didn’t mean it at all</li><li>he tried to grab your hand, in hopes of changing your mind but before he can do so, your already walking away from him. to make it more worse, it just had to happened in the cabin the both of you share in captain beidou’s ship, of course the crew and the captain herself all heard about it. you ignored the looks they were giving you before finding another vacant cabin and slamming the door shut, isolating yourself from them</li><li>you know those pouts that you used to gave him? he’s doing that now, whenever he’s in the same room as you, whenever he’s in close proximity with you, he’s going to stare at you with his lips formed in a small pout and pleading eyes. no, he doesn’t even care right now how much of an embarrassing thing he’s doing, he just wants his cuddles back. but still you ignored his subtle pleases</li><li>kazuha had never wished for a month to passed by so fast, he feels so lonely whenever he sleeps in your shared bed, and when he often gets restless he’ll just write random haiku’s that are all about you, whether it be about you or the things you adore. the only time he gets to sleep peacefully, was hugging a piece of your clothing that reminds him of your comforting presence. beidou and the rest of the crew was starting to worry that your relationship will fall apart</li><li>he will subtly follow you wherever you go, sometimes you will even catch him peeking from the corner and you can really see how much of a damage you have done to him. which of course led you to being feel bad, but because your ego is high you had to wait for the month to end. after all you always can’t resist the swordman’s hugs</li><li>when the month is over, as the sun rises and the rest of the crew were still in deep slumber, your door was slammed so loud that you jolted out of your sleeping position and was trying to stay calm, thinking an intruder entered the ship, only for the realization to hit you that you were tackled by kazuha to your now “second” shared bed, with his face placed at the crook of your neck. of course, too sleepy and also too touch starved you didn’t hesitate running your fingers through his hair as he mumbled how much he missed you</li><li>the both of you will spend the first day of the new month, all tangled up in bed and are just cuddling together. as he will mumble from time to time that you will never do that again because he can’t risk a second of being apart from you. beidou had to knock on your door if the both of you are still alive, since none of you exited the cabin the rest of the month...well, except for rather important purposes</li></ul><div>ー “<strong>Hm you need to be dropped of in Liyue for something? It can be done next month, I’ll come with you. Just hug me right now, please”<br></strong><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>our secret.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>☆ diluc</strong>: modern au<br><br></div><ul><li>the red-haired male simply rolls his eyes, ignoring his irritating brother, kaeya, and his teasings of the mysterious keychain stuck to diluc's belt loop.</li><li>the keychain is of a very cute, miniature green dinosaur, which feels very uncharacteristic for someone like <strong>diluc ragnvindr</strong> to have. and kaeya knows his brother, does he not? the very man who's stoic face and aura drives most women looking for romance away, has a dinosaur looped to his belt.</li><li>...it's definitely odd.</li><li>every question about the keychain from his brother goes straight through diluc's ear and right out of the other, but once diluc's wine bar closes for the night, kaeya finally leaves out of the door (<em>thankfully! </em>).</li><li>yet the next following afternoon, when kaeya goes out for a relaxing lunch break with his co-workers, he notices that there's a familiar looking bracelet wrapped around your wrist as you wave your hand around and talk to jean.</li><li>and what do you know... it's a blue dinosaur...?? that looks very similar to diluc's keychain??</li><li>when kaeya asks you about it after your conversation, you calmly respond with a <em>"oh, this? amber got it for me! it's cute isn't it?" </em>while lisa fawns over it, kaeya concludes that there's no way you and diluc are matching accessories, leaving it at that.</li><li>you don't mention that amber gave you those in a pack of two.</li><li>when it's time to go back to your offices, you let out a discreet sigh of relief and keep a calm smile on your face. because after all, kaeya noticing your bracelet lets you know that your lover did wear his matching keychain, in the end. even after he told you he wouldn't be able to use such a thing.</li></ul><div>☆<strong> scaramouche:</strong> canon universe<br><br></div><ul><li>dropping a little something on accident during a harbinger meeting is practically considered normal. you just crouch down, pick it back up, and everybody moves on with the talking.</li><li>sometimes it may be childe dropping a pencil, la signora dropping a pen, or dottore accidentally letting a paper slip away. sometimes it's even you who drops something, but nobody ever dotes on it for too long before continuing.</li><li>in the current meeting of the day, a pen accidentally slips out of your palm— but as usual, it's no big deal. you bend down to pick it up, but as soon as you get back up, you can feel scaramouche's hand gently cover the back of your head so you don't hit it harshly against the underside of the table.</li><li>you sit back into your chair and mumble him a quick thank you, but everyone else around the table still seems to notice it; especially childe who currently has the biggest wide-eye look on his face. but who would dare interrupt the tsaritsa about it during the meeting?</li><li>when the meeting is eventually over and childe points it out afterwards, the cobalt-haired male just scoffs in reply that it was <em>"common human decency".</em> and of course, childe has to mention that scaramouche never did that for him— cue the two of them starting a reckless banter in the hallway. even la signora throws you a curious look.</li><li>unbeknownst to you, though, all scaramouche can think about is the urge to explain that childe that <em>he isn't his lover, so why should he cover the ginger's head?</em></li><li>but of course, the relationship between you two should be kept a secret... for now.</li></ul><div><strong>☆ xiao</strong>: high school au<br><br></div><ul><li>truthfully xiao does not mind having a private, romatic relationship with his partner. in fact, he prefers it— to be able to be affectionate with his lover with no one there to judge him on the sidelines.</li><li>yet... having a secret relationship <em>does</em> have its downsides.</li><li>for example: when xiao cannot be found during a lunch break one day, he is unfortunately interrogated by a <em>certain someone </em>when he arrives back to the classroom for the next class. of course there's a bombard of questions from hu tao, 'cause where on earth could xiao could've have gone in that time?? especially when he usually hangs out with her, keqing, and ganyu?</li><li>in the end, xiao flatly responds to the main question of <em>"where were you?"</em> with<em> </em>a simple "<em>nowhere"</em>, having to sit through the feeling of hu tao's eyes digging suspicious holes into the back of his head during class.</li><li>well, what else is he supposed to do? explain that he was exchanging secret hugs with you in the empty classroom on the floor above, and revealing both of your relationship statuses in the meantime?</li><li>you had texted him previously that you had failed a test he knew you studied really hard for (because you came over to his house to study), and just something in him despite being the tsundere he is knew to comfort you somehow. and apparently he was right and that physical affection was your main love language, cause tucking your face into his chest and patting the back of your head gently got you to feel better.</li><li>...but obviously, xiao won't be informing his friends about that anytime soon. so avoiding questions will have to do for now.</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>Cuddling headcanons</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>CHILDE<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Clingy</li><li>His subordinates would not believe that this is Tartaglia, 11th of the Fatui Harbingers, rumoured to have assassinated Rex Lapis, the one who summoned the Overlord of the Vortex and almost destroyed Liyue Harbor</li><li>Right now, he bears more resemblance to a puppy than to a cold-hearted killer</li><li>When he comes home, he basically leaves his job at the door and picks it back up when he leaves the next day</li><li>Wants all of your attention and affection</li><li>Will pout and whine about it if you don´t give it to him</li><li>Coming home and immediately pulling you onto the couch for cuddles &gt;&gt;&gt;</li><li>If you still have something to do, he will either follow you around the house to be close to you or will try to help you get it done faster</li><li>When you reprimand him to wash up first after some particularly… nasty business, it´ll make him want to commit more nasty business but he will begrudgingly comply</li><li>Loves plopping down on top of you and just putting all of his weight on you the guy is tall and swings around weapons all day, he´s heavy</li><li>He just finds extreme comfort in being able to hold you so close and knowing you´re safe</li><li>You drawing shapes onto his arms or running your hands along his back? Could you be any more perfect?</li><li>If you play with his hair or massage his scalp, he´s putty in your arms</li></ul><div>You were lounging around on your couch, reading a book and basking in the last sunlight of the day when the front door opened. In walked Childe, sighing and dragging his feet the second his foot crossed the threshold. If he´d walked around like that all day you were sure you could´ve heard him all the way across the harbour.<br><br></div><div>Alas, he visibly perked up when his eyes found you, exactly where he wanted you. There was again more spring in his step when he drew closer although his good mood was stumped when you narrowed your eyes at him over the top of your book.<br><br></div><div><em>“No.”<br></em><br></div><div><em>“Aww angel, you´re crushing my heart. I come home after tough day where the only thought that kept me going was you and the first thing I get is `No´. Not `Welcome home, how was your day, I missed you´. How could I fall for someone this cruel?”</em> He was whining like, well, a child.<br><br></div><div>You deadpanned at his theatrics and put your book down <em>“I just don´t want you on my couch right now.”</em> Giving him a closer once-over, you noticed the dried bloodstains on his shirt, colouring it a deeper crimson than it already was. There were little cuts visible on his forearms where he had rolled up his sleeves and you were certain that you´d wake up to his torso covered in nasty purplish bruises. He always insisted that it was fine and that he was used to it but it didn´t make the sight any easier on you.<br><br></div><div><em>“I´m sorry”</em>, you sighed, sitting up and putting one hand on his cheek, thumb tracing a shallow cut under his eye. <em>“Didn´t mean to be so mean. Go take a shower and then we can spend the rest of the evening cuddling, sound good?”<br></em><br></div><div>Childe nodded eagerly before something more mischievous glinted in his ocean blue eyes as he playfully raised an eyebrow <em>“Or you could just come and take a shower with me. Sounds even better if you ask me.”<br></em><br></div><div>Shaking your head at him and explaining that you already took a shower after coming home from work, you let him pull you to your feet and into a short kiss nonetheless. You´ve always been bad at telling him no and you were both aware of it.<br><br></div><div>After relocating to the bathroom, Childe was quick to get out of his dirty clothes while you were putting your hair up and out of the way with no intention of washing it again. It had become rather normal for you to help wash his hair or scrub his back, carefully moving around fresh injuries, even if you didn´t fully join him in the shower. But, given that your boyfriend was still somewhat of a kid at heart and had a hydro vision, most of the time you came out just as soaked as him.<br><br></div><div>Once he´d washed the last bit of mud off and put on a clean pair of sweats you sat him down on the edge of your shared bed and began drying his hair, then moved on to inspecting and cleaning his wounds.<br><br></div><div>When you were finally satisfied with your work, he wasted no time pulling you into him and falling backwards onto the mattress. While he insisted that you needn´t fuss over a couple of scratches, he couldn´t deny that having you take care of him felt so good and couldn´t help but greedily crave more of your love.<br><br></div><div>So, for the rest of the night, he held you close, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and pressing sweet kisses to your forehead, temple, nose, lips… wherever he could reach really. With your hands running through his still damp, ginger strands and your hearts beating in the same rhythm, Childe felt himself slowly growing drowsy as a warm feeling spread through his chest and followed him into his dreams.<br><br></div><div><strong>XIAO<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>He needs to trust you a lot before even considering letting you come close</li><li>Scared his karmic debt will affect you too if you spend time in his proximity</li><li>Due to his rather isolating lifestyle and not interacting with people much, he´s also inexperienced with social interaction despite having lived for a long time already</li><li>While Xiao comes off as intimidating and stand-offish, words and tone often sounding harsh, you know sometimes he just doesn´t know how to better express himself</li><li>Once you´ve gained his trust though, he´ll be surprised to see that his karmic debt isn´t becoming stronger but finding it to be less excruciating and painful</li><li>Not one for pda so cuddling is happening when you´re both alone</li><li>Doesn´t like to beat around the bush, so even if he finds it somewhat embarrassing and flushes adorably, he will straightforwardly ask for your attention when he feels like he needs it</li><li>Enjoys both holding you and being held, wants to feel like he´s protecting you but also finds solace in your soothing embrace</li><li>Likes listening to you talking about your day, just hearing your voice calms him</li><li>Also, Xiao is naturally curious, so whenever you mention something he´s not familiar with he´ll intently listen to your explanation</li><li>As an adeptus, he has almost no need for sleep but the few time that he does succumb to it, he´s prone to nightmares</li><li>Feeling you next to him helps drive the intrusive thoughts away and he´ll pull you closer, letting the beat of your heart lull him to a more relaxing rest</li></ul><div>Today was your day off, so no commissions to keep you busy. Since Xingqiu´s birthday was coming up, you agreed to join forces with Chongyun, trying to find the perfect gift. The two of you had been scouring shop after shop and were completely spent but you were able to find a high-quality calligraphy set and decided to call it a day. After bidding the young exorcist goodbye, you made your way back to Wangshu Inn but the tranquillity of your day was disturbed when you crossed the Guili Plains.<br><br></div><div><em>“Oi, grab ´em!”</em> Two pairs of hands took hold of your arms and pulled you away from the path. In front of you appeared the gruff face of a treasure hoarder, grinning as he tightly grabbed your hair <em>“Heya there, sweetheart, ya look like yer carrying a lot of cash, ya wanna share, right?”<br></em><br></div><div><em>“Can´t say that I do, I´m not the charity you know”</em>, you gritted out. He tightened his fist around your strands but you weren´t scared in the slightest. After all, you´d faced much more daunting commissions and your boyfriend was a high-ranking adeptus who´d spent a lot of time making sure that you´d be alright on your own.<br><br></div><div><em>“Aren´t ya a brave one? But wrong answer, sweetie.”</em> The treasure hoarders around you pulled out various weapons- shovels, knives, crossbows, you name it- but unfortunately for those jerks, they picked the wrong person to rob. Xiao had taught you an easy adepti art to conceal your weapon and had given you advanced lessons in self-defence as well as polearm usage.<br><br></div><div>A couple of minutes later you were stashing your spear away again, stepping over the groaning men sprawled on the ground <em>“You guys really shouldn´t pick on people on their way home, I´ll be late because of you idiots.”<br></em><br></div><div>When you finally climbed all the stairs to the topmost room of the inn, greeting Verr Goldet on your way, your boyfriend was already waiting for you, standing with his back to you and watching the planes of Dihua Marsh.<br><br></div><div><em>“You´re late.”<br></em><br></div><div><em>“I know, I know, that´s what I told them too.”<br></em><br></div><div>At that, he turned around, narrowed amber eyes scanning your face and dishevelled appearance before landing on a scratch near your hairline. He closed the gap between you quicker than you could blink, gloved fingers ghosting the mark <em>“Who did that to you?”<br></em><br></div><div><em>“It´s nothing, I´ve dealt with them already.”<br></em><br></div><div><em>“No, (y/n), tell me who dared lay a hand on you. I´ll-“<br></em><br></div><div><em>“Xiao,”</em> you whisper, taking his outstretched between your own and placing a soft kiss on his knuckles “look at me, I´m fine, see?”<br><br></div><div>Dropping his forehead against yours and pulling you into him by your waist, he heaved out a deep sigh <em>“I do and I also trust that you can take care of yourself, I know you´re strong. Still, I can´t help but feel uneasy when I don´t know that you´re safe. You mortals are so fragile after all. Is that silly of me?”<br></em><br></div><div>You gently led him over to the bed in the corner of the room, marvelling at how natural the action had become after it seemed so impossible that he´d ever let you close at first. After learning more about the yaksha, you realised that he´d pushed you away for your own sake, isolating himself in order not to hurt you. Slowly but surely, and with a lot of reassurance from you, you showed him that he needn´t be afraid of who he was and that it was okay to be vulnerable from time to time.<br><br></div><div>Sitting up against the headboard, you wrapped your arms around him and guided his head to rest on your chest, close to your heart. Taking hold of his hand again, you ran your index finger along his slender ones, gliding down to where his gloves ended. Silently asking for his permission to take them off, warmth and adoration flooding your body when he helped you slip the material off. The adeptus let out the breath he didn´t realise he was holding when you resumed tracing the lines and callouses of the exposed skin.<br><br></div><div><em>“No, Xiao, it´s not silly. It´s natural to want the people you care about to be safe.”</em> After spending most of his life in solitude, your boyfriend <em>`couldn´t make much of human emotion´</em> as he himself put it. Luckily, you were there, patiently guiding him. <em>“In fact, I feel the same about you. If anything, I´m the silly one, considering that, rationally, you´re one of the people I need least be worried about. But I still do and I don´t think that will ever change.”<br></em><br></div><div>He hummed in agreement, eyes closed and leaning further into your touch as you pressed little pecks on his palm and wrist. Then, you sat his hand down before gently running your fingers through his smooth locks and pushing his teal bangs out of his face; an action that caused him to sigh and his shoulders to relax.<br><br></div><div><em>“(y/n), promise me something.”</em> You hummed to signal that you were listening and that he could continue <em>“Promise me that if you´re ever in danger, no matter how small it may seem, you´ll call out my name. I´ll be there when you call. That´s also a promise.”<br></em><br></div><div>When he opened his eyes again to look up at you, there was nothing but love and trust swirling in those pools of gold. And although he did not say it out loud, you could easily make out what he actually meant. Carefully placing your hands on his cheeks, you place your lips softly on the diamond-shaped mark on his forehead before whispering your answer only for him and the rising moon to hear.<br><br></div><div><em>“I promise, Xiao.”<br></em><br></div><div><strong><em>SCARAMOUCHE<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>Just like his colleague, the sixth of the Fatui Harbingers is different when he comes home to you, although the shift isn´t as drastic</li><li>His words are condescending when he complains about his “incompetent” subordinates but now that he has put some distance between him and his work it´s mere annoyance not livid fury</li><li>It´s almost as if a non-tangible weight is lifted off his shoulders along with his jingasa</li><li>You´ve joked with him before that all his anger was stored in his hat after which you found out that it wasn´t</li><li>Looking at his past, it´s not surprising that his understanding of love and feelings, in general, is warped</li><li>And while he lacks empathy towards just about anyone he meets, he´s mastered the ability to read people, easily discerning their motivations and how best to approach them to gain their trust</li><li>So, if he has someone he actually cares about, I imagine that he makes quite the attentive partner although it´s not given that he uses that knowledge with your best interest at heart, it also means he knows what drives you up the wall</li><li>But even Scaramouche can´t deny that hugging you doesn´t irritate him as much as he thought it would</li><li>However, he won´t ever ask for cuddles but if you don´t immediately get what he wants, he will be petty about it</li><li>Good luck if you´re not a mind-reader</li><li>Refuses to be held by you even if he could use someone to take care of him</li><li>Just won´t ever give up control of a situation no matter what</li><li>He´s very self-assured, so it´s likely that he´ll be possessive of what he thinks is rightfully his and will gladly put those who assume otherwise in their place</li></ul><div>The falling sakura petals shone brightly in the light of the Inazuman street lamps, providing a scenic background for the festival stalls lining the streets. You were dragging your ill-tempered boyfriend along from cart to cart by your intertwined hands, wondering if you should´ve gone alone anyway. But, at the end of the day, Scaramouche wasn´t the type of person who´d indulge someone just to please them if he had no interest in whatever it was. Thus, you were sure that he wasn´t entirely against the idea of tagging along with you. Besides, you were having too much of a blast trying different street foods and writing down wishes to be brought down by his grumpy demeanour.<br><br></div><div>Good things, however, never did last long enough and not even on one of your boyfriend´s spare nights not spent working, you couldn´t seem to catch a break as a food vendor decided to test the harbinger´s patience. Or lack thereof.<br><br></div><div>You were paying for some dango when the guy decided to make his move and you were actually convinced he had a death wish, after all, Scara was well known not to be trifled with and his reputation tended to proceed him.<br><br></div><div><em>“So, what do you say, you and me, we could have some fun later on, don´t you think so?”</em> the guy smirked, putting his hand on your shoulder and clasping his other over your fingers holding the sweet treats. For a couple seconds, you were frozen in place, going completely stiff before your brain caught up to what was actually happening. Prying his hand off your shoulder and wrestling your own from his grip you retreat further into your boyfriend´s side, basically sharing the space under his enormous hat.<br><br></div><div><em>“Uhh, I´m happily taken actually…”</em> Voice trailing off, still affected by this guy´s blatantly disrespectful behaviour.<br><br></div><div><em>“You serious? You can´t be, like just look at this dude. There´s no way such a pretty face like yourself would be with someone like him”</em>, he scoffed, giving Scaramouche the stink-eye, although that was a contest he never stood a chance at winning. If he had only been rolling his eyes in annoyance before, his lilac irises were screaming murder now.<br><br></div><div>Wrapping both of your arms around one of the balladeer´s, you hugged it close to your chest and started backing away from the cart because if your boyfriend didn´t kill the guy, you sure would if he opened his stupid mouth again. You might already have if you had the same disposition and short fuse as the harbinger next to you<em>. “Well, we´ll just have to agree to disagree, won´t we?”<br></em><br></div><div>Once you were out of earshot you added in a hushed <em>voice “Can we go home? I think I´ve seen everything the festival has to offer.”</em> Sure, the incident had made you uncomfortable but you asked more for his sake than yours; he was awfully quiet which meant he was in a worse mood than when he actually threatened people out loud.<br><br></div><div><em>“Whatever. Just remember that it was your idea to go to this stupid festival in the first place.”</em> With his arm now freed from your clutches, he placed it on the small of your back, navigating you away from the crowds and back to your shared house. Fatui money really was a nice thing if you got to profit from it.<br><br></div><div>At first, you were surprised to see him display signs of your relationship so publicly, assuming he´d want to hide it in order to keep up his reputation. Yet, in his eyes, there was no need to do so. After all, he deserved only the best and wouldn´t settle for anything less and that just happened to be you. Why would he not show off that he managed to snatch someone like you?<br><br></div><div>Finally arriving home, you pretty much fell onto the couch while Scaramouche sighed as he studied you from his place in the door frame.<br><br></div><div><em>“I´ll have to go out again, don´t wait up for me. I don´t want to listen to you complaining about lack of sleep tomorrow.”<br></em><br></div><div><em>“You´re not going back to hurt the vendor”,</em> you intervened, lifting yourself to your feet again and making your way over to him. Carefully, setting down the jingasa adorning his head, you smooth your hand over a couple strands that feel out of place.<br><br></div><div><em>“I wasn´t-“<br></em><br></div><div><em>“Sure, you weren´t. And I´m the Hydro Archon”</em>, you cut him off before he could even think of finishing his sentence. Every other person would probably have to fear for their life but you somehow got away with it. <em>“You don´t have to lie to me. I mean it was a scummy move but it´s not worth wasting your time over.”<br></em><br></div><div>Pulling him back over to your previous resting spot, you let him get situated first before leaning against his chest, tracing the golden electro symbol on the front of his robes.<br><br></div><div><em>“This incompetent fool should count himself lucky that you´re so lenient with the weak. The way I see it, people like him are a lost cause, why spare them?”</em> he drawled, resting his chin on your head. You´d once teased him about secretly being a softie for you when he had hugged you tighter at night but he shot you down with the excuse of <em>`him not wanting to hear your whining because it would cause him more headaches than his dumber-than-bricks subordinates´</em>. Perhaps he didn´t realise it himself, but you were onto him: he enjoyed this at least as much as you did.<br><br></div><div>You know he didn´t really want an answer to his question but you mumbled something about revenge just being more of a hassle before placing a daring kiss on his jaw which clenched under your touch.<br><br></div><div><em>“I hope you´re aware that you´re a spoiled brat”</em>, he said through gritted teeth but made no effort the push you off.<br><br></div><div><em>“Mhm, but I´m your brat, right?”</em> you hummed while moving down his neck to his collarbones.<br><br></div><div><em>“Damn right you are. And you better remember it too.”<br></em><br></div><div><strong>CHONGYUN<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Flustered baby</li><li>At least in the beginning</li><li>His pure yang-energy caused him to flush at the smallest things you did, so being physically close to you practically made him overheat melt triggered</li><li>Although his condition stopped acting up after getting used to skin-ship and having you near, his mind still seems to be going a mile a minute</li><li>Purest and most respectful partner; even if it has become natural for you to spend the evenings curled up next to each other, he always asks if you´re comfortable before so much as placing his hand on your hips consent king!!</li><li>Comes to you when he needs protection from Xingqiu, someone please save this boy</li><li>Cherishes the calm moments, where you just bask in each other´s presence, recounting the events of your day, his head in your lap while your hands work through his icy strands</li><li>In that moment it´s as if there´s only the two of you, nothing and no one else matters</li><li>If he´s reading a book and he becomes too immersed in the plot, skin heating up and cheeks flushing pink, having you close helps ground him in reality; especially if you give your opinion on the villain´s actions and/or remind him that it´s merely fiction</li></ul><div>You were climbing up the stairs to Chongyun´s house, take-out from a restaurant specialising in Inazuman cuisine in hand. Your boyfriend had returned from exploring a haunted mansion and judging from the fact that he didn´t immediately seek you out, it didn´t go according to his plan again.<br><br></div><div>Just as you expected, you found him sulking under an old Chihua tree, so caught up in his own head that he didn´t notice you until you were standing right in front of him, blocking out the sinking sun.<br><br></div><div><em>“Oh, hey (y/n)…”</em> he greeted weakly and you were sure you could hear your own heart break at the sound. If there was something you hated more than anything else, it was seeing Chongyun so deflated after returning from an exorcism.<br><br></div><div>Spreading the blanket you brought, you sat down next to him, back against the bark of the tree and shoulder to shoulder with the boy next to you. You brush your fingers together longer than needed when handing him the container with his favourite food, having missed his touch while he was away.<br><br></div><div><em>“Do you want to talk about it?”</em> you inquired. In essence, you could already guess what happened but you knew it helped lift his spirits to discuss the event with someone he knew would understand.<br><br></div><div>You listened patiently while your boyfriend described his disappointing trip into the mountains just to find the place completely devoid of demons. Internally conflicted, he went back to the village that commissioned him, feeling guilty about receiving payment for not really doing anything. But the old lady wouldn´t budge and didn´t send him off until he was paid his end of the agreement.<br><br></div><div><em>“I don´t think you were wrong for taking the money, Yun, you did chase away the spirits in that house. And probably all around the village too. Does it matter if you did it with your claymore or your yang energy?”</em> When you saw him open his mouth to protest, you added <em>“What you did, helped the people there, love. Without your help, they would still be tormented by that evil.”<br></em><br></div><div>Interlocking your fingers, you gave his hand a light squeeze as he brushed his thumb along your knuckles <em>“I, for one, think you did a great job, I´m really proud of you. And while I hate seeing you so down, a very selfish part of me is glad that you´re back so early. I missed you, you know?”<br></em><br></div><div><em>“I don´t think it´s selfish at all. I missed you too, my love.” </em>Tilting your head up with his free hand, your eyes found his frost blue ones that seemed to glow from within as the sunset was caught in them. He glanced down at your lips for split second before locking his gaze with yours again. <em>“Can I kiss you?”<br></em><br></div><div>You breathed out a soft <em>“yes”</em> and then his lips were already on yours. It was innocent but addicting at the same time and you barely pulled away to catch your breath, just to dive back in the second later. With your arms thrown over his shoulders, it felt only right when he moved you onto his lap, one hand on your lower back holding you flush against him.<br><br></div><div>Realising the position you were in, Chongyun visibly short-circuited and you could feel the skin under your finger pads heat up as you continued to play with the hair in the nape of his neck. Laughing maybe a bit too gleefully at his state and the apology he stuttered through, you placed one last chaste kiss right under his ear which shut him up completely. Then, you turned your head to rest in the crook of his neck while the last sun rays warmed your back.<br><br></div><div>The young exorcist on the other hand was still trying to calm his beating heart, which you certainly relished in, slowly but surely regaining some of his composure. You´d always been his safe haven, someone he could go to no matter what was troubling him and he´d come to you when his best friend was driving him up the wall again. Recently, he´d started to question if you were truly on his side though because, in terms of triggering his condition, you far out-classed Xingqiu.<br><br></div><div>Well, he supposed it was okay if <em>this</em> was the reason he´d have to go and cool off.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“mm.. dont go..” scaramouche tugged at your clothing once he felt the bed moving slightly. he is a light sleeper, after all he needs to make sure people dont kill him, you know?<br><br></div><div>“scaramouche, please. i need to go make breakfast,” you looked back at him, he looked so, peaceful. “i dont wanna get up either-“ you tried to remove his hand from your shirt “then stay here..” he cuts you off, sleepily sitting down beside you and hugging you from behind. planting small kisses around your neck. “stay, please. you can do your stupid work later..” who were you to refuse when he was acting so soft and cute?<br><br></div><div>“good” <strong>kiss</strong> “we can” <strong>kiss</strong> “just sleep in” <strong>kiss</strong> “for the day” <strong>kiss</strong>. as if they ended his sentences.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“since were you such a softie, scaramouche?” you giggled at his actions. he dragged you down back to lay down with him in bed, he tucked the stray hair from your face behind your ear, kissing your forehead after. “sorry, i just love you alot” he apologized, nuzzling his head in your neck.<br><br></div><div>you patted his hair softly and you felt him smile “my my, have i finally won you over?” you ask with a hint of teasing in your tone. “yeah you’ve definitely have.” scaramouche uses his hands to hug you, kissing you on the lips. “i love you” you hear him whisper. he repeats it a few more until you fell asleep from the comfort.<br><br></div><div>“im not showing it that often am i? i swear, ill protect you forever. and that, cute, infectious smile of yours.”<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>- After a long trip, <strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong> misses you, really much. He misses the way you give him hugs everyday before going to work, he misses your smile and your voice. The second he sees you again, he pulls your body close into a long and relentless kiss, arms wrapped completely around your waist.<br><br></div><div>- You often find <strong>ALBEDO</strong> eyes glued to your lips, whats so special about them you wonder? One day, when he's busy working on paperwork, you curiously ask, he tilts his head up to find you longingly staring back, he couldn't resist the urge to stand up and pull your face, smashing his lips onto yours.<br><br></div><div>- <strong>XIAO </strong>prefers getting intimate with you in private, he doesn't really like show you off to others, but somehow everyone knows you're dating him, maybe it's the visible hickies he left on your neck?<br><br></div><div>- <strong>DILUC </strong>will slowly lean down to pepper little kisses on your forehead, making his way to your nose, cheek then your lips, messily making out with you, his kisses are hot, but at the same time gentle.<br><br></div><div>- <strong>CHILDE </strong>secretly likes it when you take control, grabbing him by his collar and aggressively make out with him. By the time you pull apart, his face was red, almost passing out, not that he's complaining tho.<br><br></div><div>- <strong>KAEYA </strong>often finds himself sneaking his arms around your waist, a sly smile plastered on his face, he doesn't care if it’s in public or private, who would care if they saw two couples making out?<br><br></div><div>- <strong>AYATO</strong> tilts your chin to his face then kneels down to capture your lips with his, hungrily savoring every single thing you have to offer, one hand holding your head to pull you in closer, pulling apart taking short second breaks, you could feel his hot breath against your skin.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>DILUC<br></strong><br></div><div>“You want to <em>pretend</em> to be in a relationship?” you nearly choke on your drink.<br><br></div><div>You watch as Diluc nods without hesitation from across the bar. He was earnest- in no way was this a prank. Honestly, you weren’t even sure if Diluc was even capable of pulling a prank.<br><br></div><div>“I mean... I don’t mind but I’d like to know why”<br><br></div><div>Diluc rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, “You know Donna.....”<br><br></div><div>“No need to explain, I completely understand” you interrupt him. As soon as he mentioned her, you knew what was going on.<br><br></div><div>It’s not like you disliked Donna... but her persistent fawning over your friend was something you often raised an eyebrow at. You couldn’t count the amount of times she’s stopped you to ask if you could put a good word for her to Diluc. Honestly, you almost felt guilty for pretending to be his s/o. But your friendship with Diluc greatly outweighed any sense of loyalty to Donna.<br><br></div><div>‘Dating’ Diluc was a more monumental task than you could have expected. Because Donna often lingered around Diluc, the two of you had to showcase a truly romantic relationship in order to eventually wean her off.<br><br></div><div>And to your surprise, Diluc took charge in planning all of the ‘dates’. At first he took you to simple dinners, walks around Mondstadt, just easy date ideas that took little planning. The two of you would just enjoy each other’s company, as if it was just a normal hangout. But at the end of every date he would walk you home, his hand always interlaced with yours. And right before you walked through the front door, he’d press a kiss to your forehead.<br><br></div><div>It didn’t take long for you to develop feelings for him. And after a few weeks, you were completely head over heels for him.<br><br></div><div>Moments with him became precious— even the small exchanged glances that occurred when you saw one another walking around Mondstadt was enough to make your heart flutter. You were growing accustomed to the forehead kisses at the end of each date— and you could almost swear that sometimes he would let his lips linger for just a fraction of a second.<br><br></div><div>But then the realization would come down crashing. This wasn’t real. Eventually this would come to an end. It pained your heart to think about this, but you knew that you had to have this discussion with Diluc and end this act. If only you had asked about this sooner, then maybe the heartbreak wouldn’t be so bad.<br><br></div><div>Unfortunately for you, the next time you even saw Diluc was on a picnic date he had planned. He had a cute blanket spread underneath the giant oak tree. Not only that but he had prepared a wide array of food and drinks— your favorites to be specific.<br><br></div><div>You took a seat next to Diluc, finding yourself all the more flustered when he presented a bouquet of cecilias to you. They were gorgeous- and probably really hard to find. Thinking about how much of a hassle getting these might have been put a frown on your face.<br><br></div><div>Diluc props himself up with his elbows, an eyebrow raised at you.<br><br></div><div>“What’s wrong Y/n?” he asks.<br><br></div><div>“It’s just... how long are you going to keep up this whole fake dating thing?” you manage to choke out. You did it. You finally brought up the thought that’s been haunting you these past few nights. Not that you wanted to, of course, but it was inevitable.<br><br></div><div>Diluc ponders your words for a while before a light chuckle escapes his lips.<br><br></div><div>“I can’t lie- I forgot this whole thing was fake” he admits, pushing himself forward to sit upright.<br><br></div><div>“I just think that... wait you forgot we were fake dating?”<br><br></div><div>You watch as Diluc sighs, nervously untying and retying his ponytail.<br><br></div><div>“Yeah. I did. Probably after the first week. That’s entirely on me too, I’m sorry. If you want to end it we can end things here.” he apologizes, averting his eyes to avoid his own embarrassment. But you sit back on his words for a second before suddenly grasping his hands and leaning towards him.<br><br></div><div>“Wait, so if you forgot then does that mean this entire time-” your words trail off, too nervous to continue your epiphany.<br><br></div><div>“Yes, my feelings were indeed genuine,” Diluc murmurs softly, his face growing red from your sudden proximity. You find your own cheeks warming up at his subtle confession.<br><br></div><div>“Is that so,” you mumble, nodding to yourself as you slowly back up from Diluc, “then we should just continue as is..”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Diluc nods back, a small smile forming on his face.<br><br></div><div>“That we should” he says before pressing a gentle kiss to the back of one of your hands.<br><br></div><div>And that you did.<br><br></div><div><strong>SCARAMOUCHE<br></strong><br></div><div>The last thing you expected was Scaramouche asking you to be his s/o. Well, <em>fake</em> s/o.<br><br></div><div>“Look, I just need to pretend to have a s/o so the rest of the Harbingers don’t badger me about it and try to set me up on dates. They’ve been up my ass about this,” Scaramouche explains, waiting for your answer.<br><br></div><div>“Alright, I’ll do it. I’ll be your s/o” you agree to his proposal- much to his delight.<br><br></div><div>“Wonderful. Oh- but because this is fake, don’t expect me to actually act like it’s real. I’m not going to take you out on dates or anything like that” he tells you.<br><br></div><div>And while <em>he</em> may not be the one to put any effort into this fake relationship, you were quite the opposite. You would always bring Scaramouche lunch every day, paying attention to what he liked and didn’t like. On days you couldn’t stop by to see him, you’d write the frilliest of letters, adorned with the cutest decorations. You were always the first one to enact the handholding, the first one to give him hugs, and the first to act all lovey dovey.<br><br></div><div>“Is there a reason why you’re putting in so much effort?” Childe asks you one day when you’re walking towards Scaramouche’s office. He was the only one who knew this whole ordeal was fake. But he brought up a wonderful point. You had been keeping up this act up for a couple of weeks now, and Scaramouche would always reprimand you for being so over the top with your actions.<br><br></div><div>Honestly, you had to admit that over the course of this fake relationship, you’ve grown to like the Harbinger. When the two of you were alone, you had discovered a secret soft side to him. It didn’t come out often, but enough for you to recognize that much of his hard demeanor was a large facade.<br><br></div><div>Not that you could ever admit this to anyone- even Childe.<br><br></div><div>“It’s quite fun to see him get all flustered over these actions. And the other Harbingers love to tease him about it!” you answer before slipping into the office. You poke your head inside, only to be met with emptiness.<br><br></div><div>“Hey Childe, is Scaramouche not in today?” you ask, closing the door behind you. But Childe only shrugs. “He should be- I’ll go look for him” and like that, the Harbinger took off. You couldn’t really do much except head back outside. The worst case scenario was that you’d go home and surprise him with the picnic another day.<br><br></div><div>But your plan was thwarted when you walked past a group of new Fatui recruits. They effectively blocked your path, forcing you to face them.<br><br></div><div>“Aww, leaving already? How about you stay a bit longer, and we can put that picnic basket to good use?” one of the recruits grabs onto your wrist tightly.<br><br></div><div>“I’m sorry I’m dating-” your words are quickly interrupted by the arrogant recruit.<br><br></div><div>“Yeah yeah, Scaramouche I know. But c’mon. He doesn’t <em>really</em> care about you, you know. Anyone could see how you’re just trailing behind him like some lost puppy. Don’t you think I could treat you better?” the man pulls you a bit closer, and despite your best efforts, you’re unable to break free. He smiles at you as his grip tightens, causing you to wince from the pain.<br><br></div><div>“That’s not true at all! You don’t know a single thing about him and clearly don’t understand why I’d ever to choose him over you!” you snap at the recruit, frustrated with the image they were painting.<br><br></div><div>But the snide grin from the recruit’s face fades, and at first you think it’s because of your stellar response. You watch as he quickly lets go of your hand, and as soon as he does, he and his friends stand in a straight formation.<br><br></div><div>“Tsk tsk. New recruits these days... so disrespectful” Childe says, coming to stand next to you. You turn to face him, but from the corner of your eye you recognize a familiar figure.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche, without saying a single word, walks up to you, ignoring the recruits. He gently examines your wrist, being careful not to place any extra pressure.<br><br></div><div>“Does it hurt?” he softly asks you. He spoke in a low voice, to the point where you’re convinced that you were the only one that heard. You shook your head, keeping your gaze low.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche nods, before turning to Childe.<br><br></div><div>“Do what you want with them” he tells his fellow Harbinger. And based on the devilish grin on Childe’s face, you don’t even want to think about what might happen.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche looks back to you, reaching his hand out to gently hold yours. Without a word, he leads you away from the rest of the Fatui.<br><br></div><div>“You didn’t have to defend me back there, but I appreciate it. They aren’t wrong though, I definitely don’t treat you well,” he says. He hasn’t stopped yet, and at this rate you’re sure that he’s just wandering around.<br><br></div><div>“Well that shouldn't really matter since you’re my fake boyfriend..” you hesitate for a moment, but decide to take the leap, “But if you were my real boyfriend then I’d suppose they would be right”<br><br></div><div>He finally stops in his tracks, his cheeks turning redder by the second.<br><br></div><div>“Well then, if you don’t mind... I’d like to start treating you like a real s/o” he clears his throat, trying his best to avoid your gaze. It was cute- him being nervous, him beating around the bush, just him in general. This was the side of him you wanted to see more of. And he was willing to show you.<br><br></div><div>You gently squeeze his hand, “I don’t mind at all”.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAEYA<br></strong><br></div><div>“Y/n!” a familiar voice calls out just before you reach Angel’s Share. You spot Huffman sitting alone outside the tavern, many empty glasses already on the table.<br><br></div><div>“I hope you didn’t drink all of those glasses..” you say, nodding at cups.<br><br></div><div>Huffman chuckles, “No, there’s a couple other knights with me, one went to the restroom, the other is getting more drinks. Trust me, it’s not all me” You laugh with him, and the two of you engage in small talk to catch up with one another.<br><br></div><div>“So, how’s it going between you and Kaeya?” Huffman suddenly asks, flustering you immediately.<br><br></div><div>Because to others you and Kaeya looked like a lovey-dovey couple. But they didn’t know it was all an act.<br><br></div><div>“<em>Y/n, don’t ask but I’m gonna need you to pretend to be my s/o, alright?</em>” you recall Kaeya asking you in the statue plaza. Maybe you were being too eager when you first accepted- was it really a good idea to say yes when you already had a puppy crush on him?<br><br></div><div>Back to Huffman, you throw the knight a sincere smile.<br><br></div><div>“It’s going really well actually! He’s really great…” your words linger a bit. You spoke the absolute truth- dating, well fake dating, Kaeya only made you fall harder for him. When the two of you were together, he never failed to pull you closer to him- his arm would always be around your shoulder or waist.<br><br></div><div>“That’s great to hear…..” you notice how Huffman’s words trail off- as if he wants to say more.<br><br></div><div>“What’s up Huffman?” you ask, curiosity getting the better of you.<br><br></div><div>“Oh well if I’m being honest if Kaeya hadn’t told me that you two were dating I was going to ask you out myself! But seeing as to how happy you are, I’m glad I didn’t” Huffman awkwardly chuckles, taking another sip of his drink.<br><br></div><div>You cock your head to the side, trying to make sense of it, “Wait, what?”<br><br></div><div>“Yup,” Huffman nods, “a few days ago I told him I thought you were cute and I was thinking of asking you out on a date. Then he blurted that the two of you were dating!”<br><br></div><div>Huh. You nod to yourself and you end your chat with the knight before entering the tavern. Inside, your eyes immediately spot the Calvary Captain at a table by himself, two drinks already ordered.<br><br></div><div>Kaeya was looking over some last minute paperwork Jean had given him when you saw across from him.<br><br></div><div>“Hey, sorry I’m a bit late!” you apologize, reaching out for your drink.<br><br></div><div>“Oh don’t worry about it. Just give me a sec to finish reading this. But something happen?” Kaeya asks, his eyes still trailing over the paper.<br><br></div><div>“I was just chatting with Huffman actually” you casually say, and you see Kaeya’s head dart up.<br><br></div><div>“Were you now?” he asks, clearing his throat.<br><br></div><div>“Yup, and guess what I learned? Actually don’t guess, I’ll just tell you. He admitted to having a crush on me! In fact he told me that if it wasn’t for our relationship, he would’ve asked me out” you chuckle, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.<br><br></div><div>Kaeya goes silent for a moment, and for a brief second you see his eyes grow a bit dim.<br><br></div><div>“Would you have said yes to him?” he murmurs softly.<br><br></div><div>“No, I wouldn’t. I don’t like Huffman in that way. But I do admire the fact that he has the guts to tell someone his feelings for them.” you fold your arms at Kaeya, raising an eyebrow at the captain.<br><br></div><div>You grin, watching as Kaeya buries his face into his hands. It wasn’t common to see someone as suave as Kaeya fall apart into a flustered mess.<br><br></div><div>“Y/n, please,” Kaeya groans, but you stay silent, looking at him expectantly.<br><br></div><div>“Fine, the whole dating thing was a set up because I like you, okay?” he admits, and as embarrassed as he is, something about watching you gleefully smile at him only makes him happier.<br><br></div><div>“That’s all I wanted to hear Kaeya,” you giggle. And just like that, there was a mutual understanding that this fake relationship that the two of you were in had become a real one.<br><br></div><div>Kaeya rolls his eyes at you, “You know, I would have&nbsp; confessed <em>eventually.</em>” He takes one of your hands, quickly pressing a kiss to the back of it.<br><br></div><div>You don’t doubt that for a second.<br><br></div><div>rip Huffman<br><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>in your arms.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>XIAO</strong> is untrusting, he is always watching his back to make sure no one has dared to take him down. after eons of being alone with no one to rely on except himself, he has adapted this mindset. he has devoted himself to this life of solitude, making no effort to socialise and bond with others. his tone is piercing and his words sharp, but he doesn’t have the worst intentions. perhaps a part of him wants to appeal to others, to make up for all the lost times he’s spent being harsh and brash. but as a soul woven to be cursed with misfortune and loneliness, the words he speaks are so naturally cold. many cower in fear, retract back anxiously from him, opting to searching for someone kinder and more appealing. in other words, little feel safe with him, and xiao feels safe with little. the frustration will build up and release in torrents of slashes against foul demons as he mercilessly vanquishes the evil that dare interrupt his thoughts.<br><br></div><div>in a bottomless ocean, he makes no effort to keep himself afloat — but at the same time, he musters up all his courage to continue fighting back against the waves. all alone. until, amidst the violent thrashing and thunder, another wave emerges. but to xiao’s confusion, it is not an overwhelmingly horrid one. instead, it is you. he becomes senseless and dumbfounded, letting you crash into his independent life so carelessly. to have a war-hardened adeptus at your mercy, he finds you the strangest enemy of all he has met. he tells you that you are safe under his watchful eye, he’ll be there instantly and all with one single word — ‘xiao.’ but lately, as he relishes more in your affection, he finds that… it is indeed the opposite. because even though a shell has been built around his numbed heart, he’d feel safe <strong>in your arms</strong>. he doesn’t need to wield a weapon and dawn his mask of all evil to feel protected anymore. instead, he calls your name. you, embrace him with a gentle yet careful touch.<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>in your arms</strong>, he is not ‘xiao, conquerer of demons’. instead, he is alatus<strong>. </strong>who is at last safe with <strong>you.</strong></blockquote><div><strong>KAZUHA</strong> is starting to feel more… uncertain. not about you, but about where his true ambitions really lie. lately, no matter where he goes and how far he travels, he’d always end up in the same destination — <strong>in your arms</strong>. he calls you his eternal sanctuary, his sacred paradise where he is able to savour the familiar aura of you and put all his worries to rest, letting him fall into a sound slumber. he loves the way you love him, how you so naturally thread through his locks, how the image of you lingers in his mind, how your giggles will always flutter around in his ears for far longer than they should, and how you so effortlessly manage to charm him. he loves kissing your sun-kissed cheeks and dreaming about you each night, he loves basking in the morning sun with you, he loves loving you. many would describe kazuha to be a ‘free spirit’, someone who is always going somewhere that isn’t ‘here’ — that was what he thought, too. but as the waves take current and the winds will blow, as he sets out on the next adventure, he is put to assurance that no matter what the world will make him go through, he will always be happiest <strong>in your arms.<br></strong><br></div><blockquote>like a dandelion, he follows where the wind takes him. but he realises that all along, it will always lead him right back to <strong>you</strong>.</blockquote><div><strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong> appears to be someone who is heartless, emotionless and unsympathetic. with the blood of many on his hands, taking the life of another is a routine for him, not a gut-wrenching crime. he dawns a villainous aura, watching others play right into where he wants him, immediacy taking advantage and revealing his true intentions. behind the mask of a maniac, he is an empty void. someone who is the very absence of a mind and a heart, for he is nothing but a mere puppet — a failed experiment. he is devoted to this cruel selfishness of a life, going as far as to betray one of his own. when he first met you, he thought of you as nothing but a lowly obstacle in the way of everything. scaramouche had warped his mindset of such feelings to be a one-time thing, a useless distraction to his goals. he rages at you suddenly, shouts at you out of pent-up anger and despair. but with every fight comes every moment he falls deeper in love with you. as you pat his head with a sincere look, he hates how he can sense the truthfulness in your voice as you forgive him for lashing out.<br><br></div><div>no matter how many times he’ll be cold and mean to you, you’ll always be there, tracing the shape of a heart on his chest. you are everything he lacks, he realises. the ability to empathise, care and show compassion. as he watches you sleep, resting your head on his arm, it is when scaramouche sees that you were no longer an ‘obstacle’. instead, you were his success, the destination he’ll long to reach. his lips would form the ghost of a smile, hands brushing strands of hair out of your face as he watches the rise and fall of your chest. no matter how terrible things would get, he lets himself accept that that <strong>in your arms</strong>, he’ll have a place to call home.<br><br></div><blockquote>although he’ll never show it or say it, it is in your arms he feels that he finally has a<strong> </strong>heart<strong> — you.</strong></blockquote><div><strong>KAEYA</strong> hides his insecurities and self-hatred behind a mask. it is common knowledge that everyone in monstadt adores him, but little to none know all the secrets he keeps behind his facade. as the tavern opens up for the night, his grip on the mask will be weaken, allowing his true self to slip through. as he cleans up the wounds from combat, he glares at the stains of blood, which are pure evidence of the truth of his existence. but kaeya finds reassurance that you’ll always be waiting for him at home. the warmth of your clothed body, the smoothness of your skin, the perfect imperfections of your figure, all things he’s convinced himself he won’t be able to live without. you are his redemption and solace, his comfort and happiness. the words<em> ‘i like you’</em> and<em> ‘i adore you’</em> flow so easily off his tongue, but seldom would he actually mean it. but to kaeya, he has sworn to himself that it will be different with you, that every acclamation of his love will be filled with sincerity and truth. he’ll put all his trust in you. even though the stench of alcohol would be evident in his breath, the wetness of the wine smothered on his lips, you’ll always be there to take care of him.<strong> in your arms</strong>, he’ll acknowledge himself. <strong>in your arms</strong>, he’ll try even harder to accept what he cannot change. <strong>in your arms</strong>, the mask can finally fade off.<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>in your arms</strong>, he can say that he doesn’t like you. he loves <strong>you</strong>.</blockquote><div><strong>ALBEDO</strong> thinks you are a peculiar being, probably the most strangest one he has ever met. it is because that there is something about you he can’t figure out. regardless of the countless hours he’s spent by your side, regardless of his endless thirst for knowledge, he just can’t seem to unveil the truth of why he longs for you so dearly. he is dumbfounded as to why every page of his sketchbook is filled with drawings of you, doing just about anything he has witnessed you do. his sketchbook is no different than his mind. sometimes, during experiments and tests, he’ll find himself dreaming off, his thoughts lingering around the same person — you. it seems that the young alchemist is unable to keep you away from his mind and touch. within the frigid temperatures of dragonspine’s eternal snow, he’d be unbothered, his body immune to the sheer cold. he has adapted to this life, having already spent majority of his time alone. but recently, albedo will touch his own arms and find that he had goosebumps lining them. it’s strange… for a synthetic human being like himself to get cold…? for days, he had been looking for answers as to the odd reaction from his body to the low temperature. but he confuses himself when he suddenly finds himself in front of your door step, waiting for you to answer. you unlock the door to see albedo standing there with a surprised expression, bits of snow still gathered on his shoulder blades. he crashes into you, perhaps from exhaustion. his hands slithered around your waist and then to your nape, leaning his forehead on your shoulder. after a few moments of comfortable silence, he glances back at you. it is then albedo realises that<strong> in your arms,</strong> he’ll feel the warmth that he has been searching for his whole life.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>• Voicelines about you pt.2 •</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Gorou </strong>🐾<br><br></div><div><em>About (Name):</em> Uh, (N-Name)? Uh, she's... She's nice, I guess. Oh crap, I'm way too nervous to talk about her... She isn't just 'nice', you know. The truth is that I crave being around her because she makes me feel safe. Whenever she's around, she always gives me head and ears scratches and plays with my tail carefully. Ah, the shivers that her caresses send down my spine... W-What?! I can't help but feel cared about every time she's with me, is all. Her scent is so inviting and so tender... Oh man... I'm catching myself missing her once again. Where could she be by now?<br><br></div><div><strong>Kazuha </strong>🍁<br><br></div><div><em>About (Name):</em> Oh, the talkative and gentle girl of Monstad? I met her during my time on Beidou's ship. She's sensitive and empathetic, always so attached to the little details of things that most people don't even notice it amused me. My day always turns out to be brighter whenever I have the opportunity to spend some time with her, since she has such a comforting aura. She always paid attention to my words when I recited a poetry for her... Oh, talking about poems, I made a sonnet about her. Could you perhaps help me to improve anything of it?<br><br></div><div><strong>Scaramouche </strong>⚡<br><br></div><div><em>About (Name):</em> Um, excuse me? Why are you asking me about her? Tsc, so random. Well, all I can say is that in the beginning I hated her. I hated her voice, her personality, her strength... But soon I noticed that hatred could be admiration towards her instead. Once I gave her a chance to be closer to me, I grew up attached to her presence. A curious fact is that she think my haircut is 'so sick' and whenever she sees me she keeps playing with the hair from my nape. <em>Argh! </em>I didn't want to show this soft side of me, so stop asking about her to me and go search for another fool out there to do so. Tsundere, me? As if.<br><br></div><div><strong>Thoma 🎋<br></strong><br></div><div><em>About (Name): </em>Ah, yes! The kind and friendly girl that helped the Sangonomiya Resistance! She's awesome! She nurtures adoration for animals out there, did you know that? Mhmm! She once hangout with me to take care of some stray dogs of Inazuma and those puppies couldn't be happier around her, haha. When she was here still, we often went out to drink some tea while I taught housekeeping skills to her. Sometimes I miss her presence here way too much... I guess I'll pay her a visit on Monstad, so I can see my native land once again and be around my favorite person.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍&#39;𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>XIAO<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>ON HIS NOSE, </strong>he has such a cute nose hehe i just wanna squish squish!! when he's not comfortable with being kissed on the lips yet, his favorite is definitely on his nose. it's so cute and simple yet so loving and whenever you do it he just goes *<strong>booooom!!*<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>ALBEDO<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>THE CORNER OF HIS LIPS </strong>are just &lt;mwah3 when he's busy and you're just waiting there, he wishes he could spend more time with you. but he's busy and what could he do about it? so when you want his attention,just kiss him on the corner of his lips and he'll just pause for a moment before chuckling and kissing you back &lt;3<br><br></div><div><strong>SCARAMOUCHE<br></strong><br></div><div>arf arf bark grrr <strong>HIS COLLARBONES </strong>are so MMMmmMMMm yum bro. he hates that he enjoys it and he hates you for knowing it like damn ? those rare moments where he could be the most comfortable with you and take his shirt off, it's a chance for you to slurp that shi up<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>when their pet likes you better than them !</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>childe ×<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>the POUTIEST one here, let's be honest.</li><li>his siberian husky is naturally friendly to everyone, but whenever you come over to your boyfriend's place it especially seems to like <em>you </em>and you only.</li><li>if you sit on childe's couch, you can bet that the husky is walking over and plopping down right next to you with his tail wagging. if you sit by his kitchen counter, just look down and you'll see an adorable husky waiting for a treat by your feet.</li><li>the dog will literally follow you around the whole place, and even to the restroom (unless you shut the door on him)</li><li>childe doesn't even bother hiding his jealousy, he visibly sulks when you give his pet more attention than you give him! he'll let out a big huff if you tease him too— he's going to need a few headpats if you want him to stop pouting and crossing his arms.</li><li>not only that, but every time you leave childe's place, he always sends you a picture of his sad husky noticing that your presence is gone</li><li>sometimes you think the dog is just like your boyfriend...</li></ul><div><strong>cyno ×<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>this man will always deny it if you state that his pet bird likes you more than him.</li><li><em>"what are you talking about? i'm the owner here..."</em></li><li>it's a bit cute to see cyno sport a little pout when his bird starts to only accept treats from you when you come over. not only that, but his bird seems to chirp and bop its head just by the sound of your voice</li><li>obviously he won't be truly upset or anything— but that doesn't mean he won't flick your forehead if you start to tease him about it..</li><li>there was an instance, though, where you spotted cyno having a staring contest with his bird when you came out of the restroom</li><li>he literally melts away in embarrassment whenever you ask if he's envious of his own <em>bird</em></li><li>please go easy on him with the teasing LOL</li></ul><div><strong>diluc ×<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>another man who will be in denial if his pet eagle likes you better than him!</li><li>however, diluc won't only deny that his pet likes you more, but he'll also deny that he's jealous when you tease him for it (poor guy still blushes if you tease about anything— but that's until he just puts his straight face back on and moves on 😔)</li><li>his eagle especially loves your headpats, but diluc just tells you that your scent is interesting to all birds.</li><li>yeah haha... funny excuse diluc...</li><li>if your attention span starts to go towards the bird while hanging out diluc, he'll just hold onto your hand and pull you away until you get your focus back onto him</li></ul><div><strong>scaramouche ×<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>this man will <em>not</em> tolerate his pet liking you more than him— not because he's jealous of you, but scaramouche wants your attention on him, not on his darn cat!</li><li>he'll playfully pinch your cheek if you pay too much attention to his cat for an amount of time, 'cause c'mon, didn't you come over because you wanted hang out with your cobalt-haired boyfriend?</li><li>when your back is turned to him, he doesn't hesitate to glare at his cat and do the hand motion of <em>i'm keeping my eye on you!</em>, by pointing at his eyes with two fingers, then pointing it towards the cat</li><li>honestly, you just find it adorable to see such a funny and sweet side of scaramouche</li><li>if you do tease him about it though, he'll just stare at you flatly before tickling you until you giggle out an apology</li><li>if you aren't ticklish though, best believe he'll hug you tight until you laugh out a sorry (beware if he doesn't do anything though, he'll find another way to get back at you!)</li></ul><div><strong>xiao ×<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>it's a surprise to everyone when xiao's grumpy cat casually jumps into your lap.</li><li>not only that— but she happily <em>purrs</em>. xiao's cat, who doesn't like hu tao, zhongli, ganyu, and only likes xiao a little bit, seems to be <em>suddenly</em> infatuated with you. she rubs her head against your hand in a <em>pet-me!</em> motion, and you swear your heart melts at the sudden cute action</li><li>xiao, however, just starts questioning if you have been giving tofu (yes, his cat's name) treats when he hasn't been looking, and you have to quickly defend yourself or else you're sure he'll start suspecting you</li><li>but it isn't so easy when his cat just starts to take a nap, still cozy on your lap.</li><li>he sends his own cat a glare, and you have to bite back a laugh at the cute scene</li><li>xiao just picks up tofu and plops her onto the sofa, ignoring your gasp and little<em> "you woke her up!" </em>while he puts his own head on your lap with a raised eyebrow.</li><li><em>"i'm the boyfriend here, aren't i?"</em></li></ul>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-05 07:39:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>showing scaramouche affection to him?? hcs</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ul><li>being in a relationship with scara means dealing with a man who will show subtle signs of wanting you and your affection but will never outright says what he wants</li><li>but after getting used to it all its quite easy knowing when he wants it</li><li>he’ll be grumpy or feel a lot more agitated during his time at the fatui headquarters or generally doing work. anyone does something slightly wrong its over for them</li><li>sorry i have to say but just imagining it.. its so cute him trying to stop feeling so moody because he wants <em>you</em>. hes soo mad at himself and you (°▽°lll)</li><li>like damn bro just say the word!! might be embarrassing but what, you’re gonna just sit there and not do anything when you’re literally his.. we all know anyways you’re not hiding shit from us..</li><li>can see him pouting slightly</li><li>say that and he immediately wipes off ANY sort of expression on his face and will continue to not show them for the rest of the day</li><li>anyways,, comes back home with the same grumpy old man energy but will be a lot more quiet and relaxed. like your presence just whooshes his negative energy away</li><li>still a grumpy shithead though</li><li>he will defend and deny anything you say but will become silent when you actually give it to him</li><li>“don’t say anything or—”</li><li>“i’ll kill you. i know”</li><li>“…. don’t give me that face”</li><li>be low on the teasing. don’t actually say or do anything that’ll push him away and refrain from accepting the affection you give. its already hard for him in expressing and reciprocating his love for you</li><li>hand holding &gt; kissing &gt; cuddling/hugging</li><li>he just really likes holding your hand. he likes the small warmth you provide + not too embarrassing for him hehe</li><li>prefers lip and forehead kisses</li><li>cuddling and hugging not his thing. though you still do it with him, its very rare and unlikely</li><li>generally speaking, its not often that <em>he</em> shows he loves you, its more on your side and he realises it one day and tries his very best, but i’ll go into more detail next time. angst-comfort yummy</li></ul><div>—<br><br></div><div>“so you dont want me to kiss you?”<br><br></div><div>and with that he frowns even more, you didn’t think it’d be possible. he grumbles something incoherent before replying,<br><br></div><div>“who said that?”<br><br></div><div>a wide smile graces your face and you lean in closer to him, faces inches apart, both practically breathing the same air.<br><br></div><div>the immediate action took scara by surprise, quite flustered by the close proximity despite having it done many times before. he darts his attention to the door behind you, feeling annoyed upon seeing your expression and hearing soft giggles from you.<br><br></div><div>“ugh s-shut it will you”, he says before turning to get up and leave, but you catch a hold of his hand and brought one to his face, stealing￼ a quick fleeting kiss.<br><br></div><div><em>too short for his liking.<br></em><br></div><div>in return, you still get a frowning scaramouche, and with that you shoot him a confused look.<br><br></div><div>“that’s all?? ….do it again”<br><br></div><div>kiss<br><br></div><div>“again.”<br><br></div><div>kiss<br><br></div><div>“aga—“<br><br></div><div>—<br><br></div><div><strong>tldr<br></strong><br></div><div>you: give some form of affection<br><br></div><div>scara: ew wtf gross<br><br></div><div>you:<br><br></div><div>scara: … do. do it again wtf are you staring for<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-05 07:40:16 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>how they goofed up their confession - part two</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>DILUC<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>“Master Diluc? You’ve seemed to pour grape juice and <em>not</em> wine into my cup” Venti points out, handing his cup back to the bartender</li><li>Diluc shakes out of his daze, taking the cup and apologizes to the bard</li><li>“I’m surprised you’re sober enough to even realize the difference” Kaeya jokes around, taking a sip of his own drink</li><li>“I can <em>always</em> tell the difference Kaeya. Plus, I’m not even that drunk,” Venti scoffs before his eyes settle back onto Diluc, “and I can also tell that Master Diluc seems to be in love. That’s why he’s so distracted today”</li><li>silence falls between the three guys as they blink at one another</li><li>“You like Y/n, don’t you? Please give me my wine.” Venti speaks again, teasing the blushing bartender</li><li>“Venti....” Diluc begins, but the bard continues to talk</li><li>“it’s sooooo obvious you know. The way your eyes naturally follow Y/n when they’re around-”</li><li>“Venti-” Diluc says once again, a bit more desperate</li><li>“And you’re especially so sweet to them. No favor is ever too burdensome when it comes to dear old Y/n~” Venti continues, chuckling to himself</li><li>“Hey Venti, I think that’s enough” Kaeya nudges the bard</li><li>“I disagree?” Venti counters, continuing his own spiel, “Anyways, Diluc is clearly head over heels for Y/n, I don’t understand why he’s so adamant on denying it right now” Venti shrugs, and when he glances off to his right he sees you sitting right next to him</li><li>you blink at him a couple of times, your hand covering your mouth in shock from what you just heard</li><li>“......How long have you been sitting there Y/n” Venti whispers, realizing just how much trouble he was going to be in</li><li>“Venti... we walked to the tavern together” you respond</li><li>Venti blinks and understandably nods, “I take it back. Maybe I am drunk”</li><li>Kaeya manages to drag Venti to another table, leaving you and Diluc alone to sort out the mess the bard made</li><li>Diluc isn’t sure whether he wants to hide or openly attack Venti, but his desire to stay near you outweighs the other choices, no matter how embarrassed he is</li><li>“you know I’m kinda glad Venti said all that” you chuckle, slowly taking a sip of your drink. your laughter and demeanor is enough to calm Diluc down just a bit</li><li>“and why is that?” he asks, a million different thoughts and outcomes rushing through his head at this very moment</li><li>“well, now that I know what you think of me, that makes it much easier for me to confess my own feelings for you!” you grin at the bartender</li><li>your cute little confession only made Diluc blush harder, but somehow he was fine with it</li><li>“Is that so? Well, I guess I gotta give thanks to Venti now, huh?” Diluc muses, pouring out an extra serving of wine for the bard</li></ul><div><strong>KAEYA<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>even though Kaeya was known to be Mondstadt’s greatest smooth talker, that seemingly went out the window when it came to you</li><li>when he had first met you, of course he put on his charm and charisma like he did with anyone else</li><li>but as the two of you got closer and as his feelings for you began to grow, his tongue became twisted and he could no longer throw playful flirts towards you</li><li>he couldn’t treat you the same as before, his own heart wouldn’t allow for it. how could he casually flirt with you without accidentally spilling his true feelings? no, it was easier to just avoid it at all costs</li><li>to Kaeya, he could better manage his feelings this way</li><li>but unfortunately, you had no clue what caused Kaeya’s change in behavior</li><li>he used to be so friendly with you, and suddenly you’re met with awkwardness from the calvary captain</li><li>so, you went to the one person who knew Kaeya best- Diluc. but he was out of town so you went to Jean and Lisa instead, meeting with them in Jean’s office</li><li>“I just don’t know what happened to Kaeya!” you sigh, explaining your situation to the duo</li><li>“you know, maybe he’s just stressed from work. The Knights of Favonius have been taking up a lot more tasks and that could explain the change in behavior” Lisa pointed out</li><li>it seemed like that would be the case... but still</li><li>“no but Kaeya only acts differently towards me! With everyone else, it’s like he hasn’t changed” you hang your head, upset that the person closest to you seemingly was drifting away from you</li><li>“do you think that he doesn’t want to be around me anymore?” you murmur, your heart hurting just a bit at the thought of it</li><li>within seconds, Kaeya comes stumbling into the room in a panic</li><li>he saw you walk in the office and was standing outside, listening in to the entire conversation</li><li>“waiT NO. That’s not it! I’m not acting different because I don’t like you. It’s quite the opposite actually, it’s because I like you so much” Kaeya says, babbling on about how he didn’t want to be this big flirt with you now that he had genuine feelings</li><li>Kaeya, someone so charming, was unraveling in front of you in a panic</li><li>he never thought his actions would backfire against him, but here he stood, almost embarrassing himself in front of you, Jean, and Lisa</li><li>not that he cared too much about that- all he needed was to make sure you didn’t misunderstand his actions</li><li>and by the flustered expression on your face, as well as the knowing smiles on Jean and Lisa’s, Kaeya figured that maybe his blunder wasn’t so bad after all</li></ul><div><strong>KAZUHA<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Kazuha is at a loss- he honestly doesn’t know how to tell you his feelings</li><li>for someone with a way with words, it seems as if his words get jumbled up before he can even say anything</li><li>in his room, he’s scribbled countless poems about you, but none of them can accurately portray his affections for you, so he ultimately gives up, crumpled up poems scattered across his desk</li><li>the next time he finds himself docked in Liyue, he invites you on board-with Beidou’s permission of course</li><li>although to be fair, when you walked on board, you saw Beidou gives a huge grin and thumbs up to a semi-flustered Kazuha</li><li>he graciously shows you around the ship, telling you what he does day to day and what it’s like on the sea</li><li>“You should join us on one of these days Y/n, that way we could spend more time together” Kazuha casually says before haphazardly changing the topic to the food the crew eats</li><li>at the end of the tour, he shows you the room he stays in</li><li>for the most part it’s tidy, but you spot the large mess of papers on his desk- and you can’t help but peek at what was on them</li><li>the moment your eyes caught the sight of your name, you instantly grab a couple of the papers</li><li>“wAIT no-” Kazuha, his cheeks as red as his clothes, tries to grasp the poems away from you, but the grip you have on them is no match for Kazuha</li><li>you read through the poems he wrote for you, and as soon as you finish you sift through the other unfinished papers</li><li>and you read every single one of them</li><li>when you finish, you turn back to Kazuha, sporting a blush across his cheeks</li><li>“..I should have cleaned before you came, I’m sorry” he murmurs, unable to look you in the eyes</li><li>“oh? But then I wouldn’t have been able to read your lovely words about me. Or tell you that I feel the same way” you smile softly at him</li><li>Kazuha’s eyes dart back up, his heart fluttering at your words and melting at the sight of your smile</li><li>“Really? You do?” he asks, his own mouth forming a smile when he sees you nod</li><li>“Yup! Well, okay maybe it’s not the exact flowery language you used, but I like you too Kazuha” you step forward to embrace him</li><li>“Well then... I’m glad I didn’t clean those up after all” Kazuha chuckles, wrapping his own arms around you</li><li>and for the record, he kept every single poem</li></ul><div><strong>SCARAMOUCHE<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>you’re not sure where your own puppy crush for Scaramouche began, but you’ve always been by his side</li><li>and naturally, he would push you away and insult you</li><li>his insults weren’t scathing the way they were to others, but they still made you pout</li><li>regardless, you still had small moments with him where he seemed to tolerate you</li><li>overall, he genuinely wasn’t a bad person to you, it was just really clear that he had his walls up around you, preventing you from getting any closer to him</li><li>“you know… for someone who has a massive crush on Y/n, you sure do a good job at completely ignoring them” Childe remarks one day, stopping by Scaramouche’s office to hang out bother him</li><li>“Don’t meddle with my personal affairs” Scaramouche responds, his eyes still on the paperwork in front of him</li><li>“I’m just saying! You know the feeling is mutual yet you keep pushing them away. I know Y/n is wrapped around your finger but at some point they’re gonna realize that the chase isn’t worth it in the end” Childe smirks at his coworker</li><li>Scaramouche fell silent. he knew Childe was right</li><li>you’ve only shown Scaramouche affection and he’s never done anything to return the favor. he couldn’t be surprised if you ever decided to move on, but is that something he wanted?</li><li>“Wouldn’t it be dangerous if I got involved with Y/n…” Scaremouche murmurs</li><li>Childe straightens up, surprised by his friend’s response.. “What do you mean?”</li><li>“You know the type of work we do. The enemies we make. Despite how I feel about Y/n, being open with my feelings makes them a target. I don’t think I could risk that”</li><li>the room falls silent, it was rare to see Scaramouche showcase any form of solace. and the only time he was it was directed towards you</li><li>Childe smirks once more, and with one small sidestep he reveals that you had been standing behind him this entire time</li><li>Scaramouche’s eyes widen at the sight of you, his cheeks growing rosy from embarrassment. had he known you were standing there he most definitely wouldn’t reveal his feelings</li><li>“See, I told you he actually likes you back Y/n!” Childe say, patting your back</li><li>you and Scaramouche still stay silent, both of you absolutely flustered by the events that unfolded</li><li>“Alright, well I’ve done my job here! I think I’ll take my leave now” Childe announces pushing you more into the room</li><li>“By the way Scaramouche, I say you should just go for it. Sure being associated with the Fatui makes Y/n a dangerous target, but that also means we can utilize our resources and have recruits look after them!” he says as he leaves</li><li>Scaramouche could curse at Childe for setting this whole thing up, but his idiot friend had a point. he had an opportunity in front of him, but this time he wouldn’t dare to have it slip</li></ul><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-05 07:40:48 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Gentle</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Aether</div><ul><li>It would be in the morning when the sun peaks over the mountains and warmly wakes you both up. Slowly, you’d get up and play with Aether’s hair to wake him up, detangling all the knots in the process.</li><li>He would hum in satisfaction and kiss your palms, look at you and give you the sweetest look before whispering “good morning, love”.</li><li>When he did eventually get up, you’d brush his hair and braid it, making sure to keep it tight enough so that it wouldn’t loosen up during commissions.</li><li>He would cook breakfast at the same time, asking you to be his taste tester if he decided to try something new. In the end you’d be clinging onto him from behind while he goes all out with making food.</li></ul><div>Albedo</div><ul><li>Albedo tends to get very immersed in his work, always finding something new to tinker with or keep his mind busy. You’d have to physically pull him away from his desk and papers to make him realize that he needed a break.</li><li>You would lead him to a small fire set up in his camp, or by the fireplace in his home with you, and lay his head on your lap.</li><li>He loves hearing your voice, so he’ll ask you many questions about your day, playing with your fingers at the same time. Other times, he’d ask you to read to him, whatever book you wanted.</li><li>During the times where he pulled all-nighters, which was very often, he’d fall asleep very fast. You made sure to have a blanket laid over him and not move. You didn’t want to wake him up from his rare moments of sleep.</li></ul><div>Gorou</div><ul><li>During the Vision Hunt Decree, there was almost no time for you and Gorou to spend time together, the most you would get was falling asleep next to him and spending a few minutes awake when morning came.</li><li>It was only during the peace talks that you were able to spend a lot more time with Gorou. With the amount of paperwork given and trips to Inazuma City, he always had you accompanying him.</li><li>You would check over the paperwork and help him with the “That’s Life” advice column he was working with. You would afterwards buy each other small treats and even feed it to each other in private.</li><li>Other than that, small walks around camp when the sun would set, holding hands, would help you both relax into each other’s presence. He would bring you under a Sakura tree nearby and bring your hands to his ears for you to scratch them.</li><li>He would even ask you to groom his tail, making sure to tell you how to first. Eventually, you would do it without question and made sure that it was the softest thing in the world.</li></ul><div>Xiao</div><ul><li>Picnics on the highest mountains, overlooking all of Liyue, with Xiao. The first time being on one of the high mountains of Huaguang Stone Forest. It slowly became a habit to go there to spend alone time.</li><li>Picnics would usually be spent at night, where some crystal flies can be seen flying nearby and the moon shine brightly. He would sometimes catch then and put some in your hair as small decorations.</li><li>Almond tofu would be the main meal, but to add a bit more he would pick an assortment of berries and make small fruit bowls for you.</li><li>By the end of the meal you would both lay on the grass and look at the stars, he would sometimes tell stories of his past days with the other Yakshas, but only when he felt very sentimental.</li></ul><div>Scaramouche</div><ul><li>Coming back home after a very long and stressful day to having you dragging him in the bathroom for a well deserved bath. He would always, shyly, ask for you to join him.</li><li>You would massage his scalp while he tried his best to talk about his day without falling asleep, the same with when you rub his back when applying the soap.</li><li>He would then do the same to do, taking care of you and making sure to wash your hair properly as you did with his.</li><li>Cuddles, you would lay on his chest and he would have his chin laying on your head, his hands tracing slow pattens on your skin. It helped him distract himself from his lousy subordinates and the other Harbingers.</li></ul><div>Diluc</div><ul><li>On most nights you’d visit Diluc while he was behind the counter at Angel’s Share, chatting with him and keeping him company. Sometimes when there were too many people you’d go behind the counter with him and help him. He always appreciated it.</li><li>You stay until it’s time to close and clean up, wiping the tables and mopping the floors from all the alcohol that spilled on them.</li><li>On days where Diluc couldn’t see you much, he would have soft music in the background and take you in his arms, leading you in a slow dance.</li><li>Anyone who was able to take a peak from the windows would absolutely say that he’s fallen hard for you, he’ll have a smile on his face the whole time dancing.</li></ul><div><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-05 07:41:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>— not a big deal</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><strong><em>DILUC</em></strong></blockquote><ul><li>you think you can hide your fever from him for a long time? yeah you don't</li><li>at first it may seem like he will let you off the hook, but as he continues to observe your movements and your facial expressions or any signs of discomfort you are experiencing, you bet that he is going to bring you back to the winery whether you like it or not</li></ul><div>You were sitting at one of the tables in the tavern while Diluc was doing his bartender duties on the other side<br><br></div><div>As you accompanied him, the throbbing pain in your head won't seem like to stop and you felt your eyes are getting hot<br><br></div><div>At first you decided to just shrugged it off, but when you felt something coming up your throat you dashed to the tavern's restroom<br><br></div><div>Diluc who saw it all happened immediately dropped what he was doing and followed you<br><br></div><div>There he saw you puking at the toilet seat, he was standing there for a moment thinking of something to do that may be able to help you<br><br></div><div>He finally took action and rubbed your back while whispering words of assurance<br><br></div><div>When the whole situation ended, both of you were sitting at the restroom's floor<br><br></div><div>You were still stunned of what happened and as for Diluc he was wiping your mouth with a tissue while observing you<br><br></div><div>The back of his hand made contact with your forehead and he was not the most pleased when he felt your skin was burning<br><br></div><div>"Your experiencing a fever, why didn't you told me?" he asked, there was a slight tone of dissapointment in his voice<br><br></div><div><strong>"I thought it was a normal headache, turns out it wasn't"</strong> you replied<br><br></div><div>Diluc didn't give a response and continued placing the back of his hand on your forehead, you looked up to seeing him that he was just being worried<br><br></div><div><strong>"I'm sorr-"</strong> your apology was cut off when you felt him lift you<br><br></div><div>He made his way out of the tavern's restroom not even caring if the people there turned their attention to the both of you<br><br></div><div><strong>"D-diluc what are you doing?"</strong> you asked, slightly panicking from his actions<br><br></div><div><strong>"Were going back home"</strong> he stated, before opening the door of the tavern with one of his hands, the other was supporting you<br><br></div><div><strong>"My tavern duties can wait, yours can't"</strong> he continued<br><br></div><ul><li>now for the aftermath of the situation, the moment he bursted through the doors of the winery he will not let you nor leave you alone, he will carry you to the bedroom and will pamper you while waiting for a doctor</li><li>diluc is going to use his family's name with all his power to get the herbs and the doctors you need. it doesn't matter how many are checking up on you, he will do anything just so you can recover even though it was just a mild fever</li><li>he will take day offs from the tavern, if ever there are paperworks he really needs to finish expect that he is bringing his table along with the paperworks at the same room as you. you assured him it was okay but nevertheless he was a little stubborned with it, since he don't want to risk being separated from you</li><li>cuddles from him are off limits at the moment, since he also can't get sick. although he will place forehead kisses from time to time or he will ask you constantly how are you feeling</li><li>kaeya sometimes visited you which diluc surprisingly allowed, but there was one time kaeya visited with venti this time and they almost met the end of their lives because they mistakened the wine as the herb you are obligated to drink, which made you almost drink the wrong one, kaeya and venti almost got banned by diluc from visiting you</li></ul><blockquote><strong><em>SCARAMOUCHE</em></strong></blockquote><ul><li>do you really think you can hide your fever from him? no, you can't</li><li>the moment he sees your sick face and your limp movements, he will drag you back to your house no matter how you complain that you are fine. his words may be harsh but for his actions he will be cautious, for he is afraid that he might do something worse</li></ul><div>Scaramouche clicked his tounge in annoyance, as he sees you making your way to him covered in many layers and a scarf wrapped around your neck<br><br></div><div>It's not that he's annoyed of seeing you, but annoyed at the fact that you are clearly not okay yet you still pushed this date<br><br></div><div><strong>"What's wrong with you?"</strong> you asked him before letting a cough and still shivering even though you are fully covered from head to toe<br><br></div><div><strong>"It's you, your my problem"</strong> he spat as he crosses his arms and turns around to look at you<br><br></div><div>You let out sigh, preparing where this is going to go but now you are not in the mood for it especially with headache you are feeling right now<br><br></div><div><strong>"Can we please not fight right now?"</strong> you responded before shivering again from the cold winds<br><br></div><div>Of course Scaramouche noticed it, ever since he saw you walked out of the door with a definitely not so good face he knew you were having a fever<br><br></div><div><strong>"Your fever is my problem, why do you keep pushing yourself huh?"</strong> he continued, his words continued to be sharp and harsh<br><br></div><div>You were about to speak back even though your not in the mood to do so, but before you can even do it his hand grabbed your wrist and is dragging you back to your house<br><br></div><div><strong>"But what about the date?!"</strong> you replied with frustration<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche stopped his movements before speaking again<br><br></div><div><strong>"I rather risk our date then see you in pain"</strong> he mumbled something that was enough for only the two of you to hear<br><br></div><div>The only reason his back was facing you is he doesn't want to show you how concerned he really is at the moment<br><br></div><div>He kept dragging you both back to your house until he ended up giving you a piggyback ride because you were too "slow" walking but he was just worried you might faint or your legs will get tired<br><br></div><div><strong>"You're lucky I love you" </strong>he whispered to himself as he looked at your sleeping form behind his neck<br><br></div><ul><li>after the whole situation, you bet that scaramouche will be instructing his minions to find the best doctors and herbs they can so that you can recover quickly, man can't he just admit that he is really worried for you?</li><li>scaramouche <em>willingly</em> wow decided to take a day off from his duties as a harbinger and will take care of you for the rest of the day by constantly attending to your needs, he will complain though but nevertheless he will bring you what you want. cuddles are rejected harshly from him but it doesn't go unnoticed the way he holds your hand gently while placing a tender kiss on your knuckles while you take a nap</li><li>now if he is outside doing who knows what maybe commiting more crimes he will instruct his minions to look and take care of you for the moment, he even threatened them that if he comes back and your not in the best condition he might do something he refused to let you see</li><li>childe will be trying to visit you for moral support but always ended up getting kicked out of the door, one time he decided to sneak up to check on you and give you some herbs his family uses but ended up being caught red handed by scaramouche who is already at your door</li></ul><blockquote><strong><em>CHILDE</em></strong></blockquote><ul><li>i think it will take him some time to realize that you are experiencing a fever</li><li>as you can see, childe appears to be a busy man due to being a harbinger. once he founds out you are hiding it from him because you don't want to give him more priorities, he will be a little dissapointed. however, expect this man to be really attentive to you once he does founds out</li></ul><div>Childe opens the door to your house, it was past midnight already and it was one of those days where he was very busy<br><br></div><div>Once he arrived at your home, he was met with the lights turned off however when he opens it back on, he saw your figure sleeping on the couch<br><br></div><div>He walked towards you, and was about to wake you up to let you know he's back but when his hand came in contact with you arm he froze for a moment before putting his hand on your forehead where there was a burning sensation<br><br></div><div>He was concerned immediately and felt bad that not only did he had made you wait, but you were also not feeling well at the same time<br><br></div><div>He gently shook you and when you fet your eyes fluttering open, you were met by his face<br><br></div><div>As you were about to sat up to greet him, he gestured you to lay back down while he gets a warm towel and some herbs to help you lessen the pain you're feeling<br><br></div><div>He crouched down in front of you and placed the towel on your forehead, as he placed the herb you will need to drink later in a nearby table<br><br></div><div>It was silent for a moment before he spoked<br><br></div><div><strong>"I'm sorry I made you wait, but why didn't you told me you were not feeling well?"</strong> he asked and there was a tone of sadness in it<br><br></div><div><strong>"I don't want to be a burden to you especially after you had a busy day"</strong> you mumbled before avoiding his eyes, guilt started pooling in your stomach thinking that maybe it was not a good idea to hide it from him in the first place<br><br></div><div>Childe was taken aback by your response, you were <em>never</em> a burden to him in fact it's his duty as your lover to take care of you<br><br></div><div><strong>"I'm so-"</strong> you were cutted off when he placed his fingers on your lips, shushing you<br><br></div><div><strong>"It's alright, but please the next time this happens tell me okay? You're more important because first you are my lover and second I don't want you to overwork yourself too much"</strong> he softly said before placing a kiss on your forehead<br><br></div><ul><li>after that whole event, prepare yourself because he is going to spoil you rotten. it doesn't matter how many times you have told him that having him around is enough</li><li>expect him to take day offs from being a harbinger, forget those for now he wants his whole attention only to you. he will pamper you and spoil you, you need water? he's running to the kitchen to get you some. your cold? he's running around the house to get you the comfortable blankets, hell he might even buy some he might also give you his coat</li><li>i think childe has experience with taking care of a person whenever they fell ill since he has little siblings, his personality does a whole switch and he will be more on the serious side since he wants you to recover soon because he doesn't like seeing you in discomfort</li><li>cuddles will still most likely to happen, however there might be some limitations for the mean time since he can't risk himself getting sick, because if he does who is going to take care of you? who is going to take of him? who is going to take care the both of you? but hey when he can't cuddle you, he is always by your side. you'll always find him sitting at the side of your bed, and when you open your eyes the first thing he does is asked how are you feeling</li></ul><blockquote><strong><em>ITTO</em></strong></blockquote><ul><li>now for this man, it will also take some time for him to noticed that you are hiding your fever from him just to see him</li><li>once he notices and connects the dots, expect that he will carry you back to your home while he instructs the rest of the arataki gang to find you a doctor and some herbs</li></ul><div>Even though the day was warm it was the opposite for you, everytime those chills comes back you can't help but grip tighter the coat you wore<br><br></div><div>Recently, Itto told you if you would like to have some time to hang out with him and his gang well mostly him<br><br></div><div>And here you are now, on your way to them even though at the back of your mind you should have just took a rest<br><br></div><div><strong>"Look, it's [Name]!"</strong> Genta yelled catching not only your attention but also the oni himself<br><br></div><div>Itto wasted no time in dashing towards you, but before he can even get the chance to touch you, he noticed how you were wearing multiple layers of clothing which made him raised his eyebrown in confusion<br><br></div><div><strong>"Hey [Name]! Why are ya wearing too many clothes? It's not even the winter season yet"</strong> he asked you<br><br></div><div><strong>"Ah you see, the weather for me is just so cold at the moment"</strong> you nervously chuckled, slapping your forehead mentally for how lame your excuse were<br><br></div><div><strong>"How about a hug? I bet my hugs can warm you up!" </strong>he exclaimed excitedly, but before you can even had the chance to stop him he had already wrapped his arms around you<br><br></div><div><strong>"See, I told ya my hugs are-"</strong> he cutted off his sentence when he felt a burning sensation from your skin<br><br></div><div>He putted you back down before examing you, and by examining you he immediately brought the back of his hand to your forehead<br><br></div><div><strong>"Your sick, shouldn't ya be resting?"</strong> he explained with a concerned tone in his voice, before putting the coat he has on you, his personality just did a whole switch and now he is carrying you back to your house<br><br></div><div><strong>"Boss, what about us?"</strong> Mamoru yelled when he realized the both of you had already gone far away<br><br></div><div><strong>"Find a doctor for me!"</strong> he shouted back, ignoring the weird looks the people are giving him<br><br></div><ul><li>after that whole catastrophe, itto stayed by your side that he was pratically like a glue to you. you had told him multiple times to keep distance or else he will suffer the consequences of getting it too but he doesn't budge at all</li><li>when the rest of the arataki gang visited you, they had already brought a doctor with them. with the help of the doctor they were able to give you the herbs you need in order to recover, which itto instruct them again to go and buy some</li><li>cuddles? say no more, this boy will jump at your bed and will give you the cuddles you desire. he might even turn you into a blanket burrito or he will hug you endlessly while he tells stories about his adventures or about the arataki gang or his rivalry about kujou sara. you can guess what might had happened next</li><li>he ended up getting sick too, which caused you to lecture him but he ended up whining about how he is at least with you. the arataki gang had to double the herbs you were drinking since itto is also drinking it, they visit you and their leader often for moral support but the one moment they can't forget was how the both of you were hugging each other to the point they had to yell that the both of you won't recover quickly if you don't separate each other</li></ul><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>&nbsp;𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲 ‘𝗞𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶’</strong></div><div>♡ Scaramouche is a naturally distrusting person. Abandoned, used, tormented, lied to, he’s never truly found someone he can trust properly; other than two people. Himself, of course. After being on his own for so long, he’s used to confiding in himself. Other than him? Well…you. He doesn’t admit it for a while- the idea is so foreign to him. Placing his trust in someone other than himself? It’s scary. However, over time, he finds himself more and more drawn to you. It starts out small, trusting you with small tasks and requests. From there? He’s trusting you with stories, tales, and traumas of his past.<br><br></div><div>♡ However, no matter how much he tells you, he’s always terrified of sleeping beside you. Or anywhere near you, in fact. Despite how hard he tries to stop- the crystalline tears that fall from resting eyes never seem to go away. Even in seemingly peaceful slumber, his face still scrunches up in pain and tears still stain his pillow. Someone’s already thrown him away because of that- because he’s too <em>sensitive</em>, what if you do the same? So yes, it takes him a while. However, one stressful day- you’ll find him with his arms wrapped around yours and his face buried against your shoulder. Years of agony wetted your shoulder as he cried silently- but for the first time in his life, they soon faded into soft snores.<br><br></div><div>♡ The proud harbinger would rather be caught dead than showing affection so openly. But in the safety of your shared home, he’s not Scaramouche, The Balladeer; he’s just Kunikuzushi. He feels safe around you, and it shows in the way he sleeps beside you- clinging onto you so very tightly. While he doesn’t wrap around you like a koala, his hands are always tight on yours so that you don’t leave- <em>please don’t leave</em>. Mornings with Kunikuzushi are surprisingly peaceful, if you ignore the crushing grip he has on you every time you move. He doesn’t trust easily, but with you, he’d give you everything he has- though, he already did. He gave you himself. So please, cherish him, and hold him tight; he couldn’t ask for or want more.<br><br></div><div>- ♡ -<br><br></div><div>When Scaramouche decided to become a harbinger, it was simply because it looked “fun.” Now that he’s practically buried in paperwork and responsibilities he couldn’t care less about? Running away once more sounds far more pleasant. It was no surprise that he was exhausted, eyes half-lidded and movements sluggish as he approached the house you’ve helped him call ‘home.’ Rest never came easy- tossing and turning into the sheets like a toy boat in the midst of tidal waves.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“…(F/n)?” Kunikuzushi sighed, sitting up and looking around for you- a tired grimace apparent on his usual expression. Your head tilted slightly when you looked up from your paperwork, taking in the strange sight of the fearsome balladeer shyly looking away from you; almost frightening, really, just how timid he appeared. “Scara? Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” He could practically hear the smile on your face, returning it with a forced scowl as he motioned to the bedroom.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Shouldn’t you be? Whatever that is-” His hands vaguely gesture to the painful-looking stack of papers in front of you before he spoke again. “-can wait.” With that, he practically dragged you to bed, waiting until you were ready before tugging you into the sheets and nearly wrapping himself around you. It was uncharacteristic, really, just how quickly he fell asleep in your embrace. A single kiss to your forehead and he was out like a light- features peaceful and hands gentle as they held yours. He’d never admit it– something he did in his sleep, mindlessly, he’d say. However, once he wakes up, you’ll see in the way that he stares at you so lovingly (he thought you were asleep, you can’t blame him!)&nbsp; that he enjoyed every second of it all. Your warmth, your safety, he wanted to cry and scream but in the best way possible.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche doesn’t sleep often in fear of the ‘weakness’ that envelops his vulnerable being the moment he closes his eyes. But his eyes catch yours- sleepy gaze making him see double, but you still look so beautiful- and suddenly the tears in his eyes turn into stars when he gazes at your resting face. Suddenly being vulnerable isn’t so scary, because he knows that even if he fell from the heavens, you’d be waiting for him with open arms. And so, he allows himself this bliss. Falling asleep in your arms, holding you close, listening to nothing more than your hushed heartbeat and the faint sound of rain clouds overhead- and he finds himself falling asleep.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>In place of the usual tears that stream down his cheeks, there’s a faint smile tugging at his lips, and he can’t bring himself to stop it. You bring this out of him, and while he wants to be mad about it, he just can’t! Not when this is the happiest he’s ever felt, not after finding home in your embrace.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;𝗔𝗱𝗲𝗽𝘁𝘂𝘀 𝗫𝗶𝗮𝗼</strong></div><div>♡ Adepti don’t sleep, why would he? It’s almost disrespectful that you’d say that….move a bit, please, he needs more blanket. Alright but seriously, it would take some convincing to get Xiao anywhere near a bed, especially with you. He gets nervous! Isn’t that something mortals take heavily? It’s a major step in a relationship, isn’t it? Being so vulnerable around each other? Don’t worry, he just needs some time to think it over, and then he’s hugging you from behind underneath a blanket he picked out just for this. It’s unlikely that he’ll stay in bed for more than a few hours at a time; his duties as an adepti do keep him busy. But for as long as he can, he’ll hold you tight and squeeze his eyes shut so you’d think he was sleeping.<br><br></div><div>♡ Xiao’s not used to indulging himself. Someone with so much karma and debt feels guilty even thinking about giving himself such happiness- hence, why he’s so thankful for you. You aren’t afraid to take the sun out of the sky and hold it in your hands, the light dancing around you like petals in the wind and your smile brighter than the lanterns decorating the sky. With that, he finds himself actually resting his eyes for the first time in a millennia. Calloused, beaten hands find their way to yours- holding them close and treasuring the hands that saved him from himself many times.<br><br></div><div>♡ As he rests, Xiao finds himself admiring not only your hands- but his. These hands, practically dripping in karma and sin- are holding those of an angel in his eyes. He can’t even hold the flowers of a glaze lily between his fingers without the delicate petal withering and crumbling before his eyes- just like many before him. The thought brings many others with it, and his face scrunches in pain. Xiao opens his eyes carefully- scared of what he’ll see- only to relax immediately upon seeing your sleeping face. By no means is it flattering- cheek squished into the pillow and eyebrows scrunched together- but he finds you ethereal anyway. One of those sin-ridden hands comes up to cradle your cheek, forehead pressing to yours as his lips curl into the smallest of smiles. Mindlessly, his thumb caresses your skin, and then he sees nothing but gentle sunlight when he closes his eyes.<br><br></div><div>- ♡ -<br><br></div><div>“You know I won’t be staying, yes?” Xiao inquired with an almost shameful voice, sad at the thought of leaving this haven the two of you created. Blankets and legs tangled atop the somewhat cheap mattress while his arms hooked over and around your waist. His nose brushed against your shoulder, stray wisps of hair tickling your skin every time he moved.<br><br></div><div>You sighed in content, shuffling around until you rested higher on the pillow, able to face him more clearly. “You always say that, and yet, you’re still here.” Came your playful response, smile wide and gaze teasing. One hand reached up to loop in his hair, tangling through the glowing strands and admiring the way a teal glow painted your fingers.&nbsp; He paused, knowing he couldn’t reasonably argue with you- not when this felt so nice. The idea of a peaceful morning with someone who loved him so dearly- someone who he loved so dearly; it would’ve seemed so out of reach just a little while ago. Even now, he has to pinch himself at times just to remind himself that you are, in fact, real. You’re right there in his arms, grinning up at him without a care in the world. Rather than pinching himself this time, Xiao finds himself reaching up to cup your cheek- his forehead pressed to yours.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You tilted your head into the pillow, eliciting a small grumble from the boy. “…Even so, if duty calls, I’ll go.” He hesitated, pressing himself further against you, as if trying to hide himself from the outside world that calls his name much more often than he’d like. “…But I’ll stay as long as I can.” Free from the armor he wears on the daily, the light aroma of incense and glaze lilies laced the air rather than the usual scent of metal and blood- both fresh and old. As he nuzzled into your embrace, Xiao didn’t feel like a powerful, vengeful adeptus nor the last yaksha. Rather, he felt like a lovesick boy caught in a trap carefully crafted by you- but rather than a trap, it was an embrace. Warm and secure, safe and comforting.<br><br></div><div>He could only hope he made you feel the same way as he guarded you from the outside by wrapping an arm over you, mumbling soft phrases of reassurance and ardor that he only hoped you could hear through your sleepy daze. Though he constantly remained at the ready- always on guard- he did his best to relax with you. Peeking one eye open to admire your resting expression, a small smile graced his expression, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. With one more uncharacteristically loving gaze, he whispered a small ‘good night’&nbsp; before resting his eyes once more.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;𝗔𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗼 '𝗞𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘇’</strong></div><div>♡ Albedo doesn’t sleep very much, it’s a fault of his that he doesn’t like acknowledging. There’s just so much to do, you see? Though, even he knows it’s hard to perform at your best running on 15 minutes of sleep. As a result, he’s constantly tired- having to survive off of energy-boosting foods and drinks. Thankfully, while he’s stubborn, Albedo’s also reasonable. Look him in the eyes and tell him to take the night off, to sleep; and he’ll be in bed within the hour if he’s not in the middle of an experiment. Though, he finds it harder to sleep without you. Even if he goes to bed, you’ll find him staring at you from the other side of the room; fingers twitching in the smallest ‘grabby hands’ you’ve ever seen.<br><br></div><div>♡ Tired mornings or nights with Albedo are absolutely blissful. He’s naturally a bit colder, but that means his blankets are all the more warm. His arms loosely wrap around you, and his hair lightly brushes against your shoulders every time he moves- which isn’t very often. Albedo prefers to pick one position and stick with it, preferably, he’s cradling you in his arms and whispering soft mumblings into your ear. Maybe arbitrary bits and pieces of his alchemy notes, or the occasional, <em>“I love you, you know that?”&nbsp;<br></em><br></div><div>♡ Albedo’s not much of a dreamer. He’s a realist, and he’s seen the harsh reality of the universe far too many times. If you manage to stay awake longer than him, you’ll see the way his shoulders tremble- memories rather than dreams plaguing his mind. Drag your fingers through his hair and over his back, holding impossibly closer- and maybe, for the first time, he’ll dream. He’ll dream of a better reality- a better future, with you. Despite the dark nights of Mondstadt, you can still see the small smile that paints his expression the most beautiful you’ve ever seen it be. Albedo’s not much of a dreamer, but he dreams of a future with you by his side.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>- ♡ -<br><br></div><div>Cold fingers absentmindedly trail up your back from where you sat on the edge of the bed, a shiver raking up your spine. A soft chuckle was heard from the supposedly sleeping boy, half-lidded eyes peering up at you. “Hi.” Albedo hummed, sitting up slowly and making room for you. “What brings you here, love?”<br><br></div><div>“I finished my commissions early, figured I’d come see you! Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Your hands moved away from the blanket that concealed his figure, only to be grabbed and tugged back towards him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“No, no, stay. If you would, please?” He almost sounded panicked, and it was then that you noticed how his eyes widened ever so slightly- how he sat straighter now and gripped your hand. “…It’s been a difficult night, I apologize. Though…it would please me greatly if you’d stay. I can’t seem to fall asleep, and I know you’ve been working hard as of late…so perhaps a short rest would be beneficial to both of us?” You snorted at how formally he asked for a nap together, leaning back onto the bed and flopping down beside him- the bed dipping under your shared weight. Your eyes narrowed over at the wall not too far away from you, papers and endless notes jotted down with arrows pointing every which way- the faint image of a whopperflower and what appeared to be a heart messily scribbled onto a few notes. “…’Bedo, when’s the last time you took a break?” He looked away almost shamefully, tired eyes flitting down to the sheets.<br><br></div><div>“With everything happening lately, it seemed improper to rest…not after all the trouble everyone’s been through. It seems selfish to ‘take a break’ when I could be doing more to fix…things.” His hands gripped the blanket, calloused and scarred without the gloves concealing them. Albedo looked up at you curiously at the feel of your kiss to the top of his head, the softest of pink dusting his cheeks. Had it not been for the warmer atmosphere of his room, it could’ve been mistaken for being cold.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You gave him a small smile, fingers lacing through his loose hair- curly without the pressure of his usual braid. He leaned into your hand, cerulean eyes fluttering shut and shoulders untensing at the touch. “Rest, ‘bedo. I’ll stay here, and we can tackle things in the morning, ‘kay?” A moment passed, then two, and then he’s nodding against your hand. Albedo couldn’t help but smile at your presence, thanking every star in Celestia for blessing him for what felt like the first time.<br><br></div><div>The winds continued to brush the windows like a well-worn paintbrush streaking over a canvas, the most beautiful shades of blues and purple dancing through the window from the night sky. Though neither of you bothered to look at the stars that night, Albedo could easily imagine that you hung those stars. He wasn’t given any dreams that night, but he painted his own with his hand over yours, holding on tight with no intent to let go.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Waking Up With Genshin Men🌱</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Diluc-</div><ul><li>There is no getting up when it comes to him</li><li>The moment your eyes open and you stretch,,, or even think of getting up out of bed, an arm will wrap around you and pull you impossibly closer to him</li><li>He'll pepper lazy kisses on any areas of skin he can reach, shushing you while mumbling nonsense about staying in bed with him juusssttt a bit longer…to which you happily oblige</li></ul><div>Thoma -</div><ul><li>He'd find happiness cuddling you in content silence with small kisses and smiles shared for the rest of his days</li><li>But,,,, that's quite unrealistic and he knows that</li><li>Still, every morning he tries--</li><li>You'll wake him up, and he will not respond at all, hoping if he just pretends to be asleep well enough that you'll stay with him and fall back asleep too</li><li>Sometimes it works, but on busy mornings not so much</li></ul><div>Gorou -</div><ul><li>Probably feels like he should wait for you to wake up on your own accord,,, but he's just too excited to spend the day with you</li><li>He'll gently wake you up, smiling when you finally come to your senses</li><li>You may not be so happy with him interrupting your sleep, but he'll be forgiven the moment he says good morning and pulls you into an embrace</li><li>Or bribes you with breakfast, either one works like a charm</li></ul><div>Xiao -</div><ul><li>Not a very touchy guy usually,, but when he's really sleepy he'll just want to hold you (or have you hold him,,, it depends)</li><li>He joins you in bed long after you're already sleeping, meaning you'll wake up to see him cuddled close to your side or with his head on your chest</li><li>When he wakes up he'll regain his composure and be back to his usual self, though it'll all happen again the next night and those to follow</li></ul><div>Scaramouche -</div><ul><li>Will definitely make fun of your bedhead the moment you wake up, saying you better hurry and get out of bed so you have time to fix it</li><li>But his words contradict him; this gives him the perfect opportunity to run his fingers through your hair,,, claiming he's "helping you"</li><li>Really it makes it more wild and messy although you don't care that much</li><li>It just feels nice to let him play with your hair</li></ul><div>Kazuha -</div><ul><li>He more than likely wakes up way before you do, but can't find it in himself to wake you up</li><li>You just look so happy and peaceful when you're asleep, why would he want to interrupt that?</li><li>Instead he lays with you for a while, caressing your hair and closing his eyes, but not necessarily falling asleep</li><li>He'll just wait patiently until your eyes flutter open, then get ready for the day with you by his side</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>how they say &quot;i love you&quot; 1</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>albedo</strong> thinks you're indisputably the most fascinating being he's ever met. but no matter how much he studies, there's something about you he can't quite figure out. maybe it's the way you make his chest flutter, his cheeks flush, or the way he can't quite get enough, even when you've spent the whole day snuggled up against his body in the cold. albedo believes he thrives in isolation, left alone only with the curious specimens of this world to inspire him and the whirring gears of his mind. yet in silences which he used to find solace, he now finds an empty solitude, a void which cannot be quelled by anything other than you. and when his sketchbooks and notebooks run out of space, albedo suddenly realises that each and every page is filled with you. your likes, your hobbies, the little habits you have he finds so endearing; your eyes that catch the light in the afternoon sun, or your fingers that comb through his hair when he's overworked himself yet again. and so he says <em>i love you</em> quietly, that book you were dying to read suddenly appears on your bedside table and an absentminded hand in yours while he works away. albedo lets you sit on his lap, and if you're quick enough, you may catch his eyes wandering from his experiments every so often. his kisses land on the back of your neck, warm blankets and a gentle arm around your body amidst the frigid depths of dragonspine's eternal winter.<br><br></div><div><strong>childe</strong> knows you're the one he always wants to come home to, whether he's bearing gifts or bruised and battered from another reckless fight. childe is unafraid. demons and deities alike do not scare him, yet the thought of being without you sends him spiraling into panic. he wants to run home, grab you and kiss you like there's no tomorrow, because some days he doubts whether or not you'll still be there at the front door, eyes filled with concern and compassion, hands that move to steady yourself as you barrel into his body and leap into the embrace. but each time he returns, sheepish smile and all, he proves his own foolish fears wrong. childe knows he doesn't deserve you. patience, empathy, selflessness. your tender fingers that bandage his wounds and wipe away his tears should have long given up by now in search of a better person to call home. yet he craves you, selfish desires filling his prayers to any archon willing to listen for you to never, ever leave. and so he says <em>i love you</em> at every opportunity he has; he says it as if it's his last. heartfelt screams across the harbor, he ignores all the strange looks and hushed whispers; all he can see is that bright smile he's grown to adore so painfully much. his lungs burn and he knows he's going to get an earful from signora later, but he couldn't care less. you know that he'll miss you, right?<br><br></div><div><strong>kaeya</strong> feels as if you can see right through him, despite his efforts to hide all the parts of himself that he is ashamed of. all he has ever known is ulterior motives and lies; smooth words that drip from his lips, a featherlight touch is almost perfectly refined, azure eyes that glint with mischief and mirth. all a front he puts on to lock away who he truly is within. so for the first time, kaeya finds himself in trouble when you laugh his advancements off, and he knows his compliments sound flirtatious and empty. he finds himself hopelessly trying to convince you in all the ways he knows that he's absolutely enamored with you, everything about you. you'll call him insufferable, and yet you still stay; lips softly pressing to the scars he's tried so hard to forget about, gentle words coaxing out the most broken parts of him, the parts of him he hates the most. it's strange, he thinks, how you adore everything he despises about himself. kaeya may not devote himself to much, but to you he commits his whole heart. and so he says <em>i love you</em> selflessly, with every phrase he can possibly muster. sweetheart, darling, buttercup. kaeya cups your face and looks you in the eye, and he hopes you can hear the sincerity of his voice when he says you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.<br><br></div><div><strong>kazuha</strong> wonders if his wandering has become less aimless recently. perhaps his the winds are bringing him back to you. everything is fleeting, and the tide of the times can change without warning. so the samurai drifts alone, convinced that his heart seemingly can be attached to nothing and everything at the same time, an all-encompassing void of life. kazuha has a curious adoration for this world he cannot explain. the sky, the sea, the sweet blossoming of the seasons. yet he is wary; an ocean of mesmerising beauty often comes the risk of drowning in its very waters, the push and pull of the currents akin to the way you tug at his heartstrings. you are at his very fingertips, yet when his fist finally closes to grasp onto anything tangible, you seem to seep through his fingers; before he knows it he is floating yet again on the endless ocean. except this time he feels lost without your warmth, after having grown so used to being buried in your presence, embraced by the affectionate security the shores have to offer. and so he says <em>i love you</em> like the breeze carrying a harmony to your ears, sunrises together in the crow's nest while the ocean swirls around the hull, impromptu poetry and melodious tunes only played for you to hear. his voice gentle and touches soft, kazuha makes a home out of wherever fate brings you, together.<br><br></div><div><strong>xiao</strong> finds the virtue of forgiveness, buried somewhere deep within the clutter of his heart, and his never-ending search for freedom finally glimmers with your hope. you, so pure and untouched, are like nothing his tainted hands have ever held before. xiao is used to demons; in this world or in his mind, it makes no difference. yet now it is you that fills his thoughts, lighthearted giggles and calls of his name ringing in his ears long after you've gone. doubtful spirits are laid to rest in your merciful presence, coaxing words and gentle touches never crumpling the blanket of newfound peace. he has long convinced himself of his devotion to eternal independence. his demons scream that none could even begin to understand the anguish of a yaksha; you are a liar, cruel to ever have thought you were worthy enough to be in his presence. but for once xiao easily finds the courage to silence the voices, for even if he is unsure of all else in his life, he is sure of you. your patient smile, comforting fingers against his searing skin, whispered murmurs as you softly rock him back and forth in the dead of night, sparkling eyes that mirror the universe of stars he's desperately searched far too many times. and so he says<em> i love you</em> as an eternal promise, a promise to trust and give and break himself free from the bindings of karmic debt until time ceases to flow. he allows you to cradle his tarnished heart, faithfully believing that you are the lost star he's been missing this entire time.<br><br></div><div><strong>scaramouche</strong> would never allow the harsh words of this world get to you. you're idiotic, he tries to convince himself, you're nothing but distraction to his ambitions, you're nothing but useless when it comes to his own benefit. he's selfish, he thinks, too self-centered to ever let you into his life. you come crashing in anyways, and scaramouche finds it hard to understand. you're peculiar; your grin, your giggle, and especially the way you simply stare lovingly at him as he screams and threatens you with tears in his eyes. his words are sharp and angry and he knows they hurt like the slash of a knife, and yet you come closer. and with each mark of your fingerprints on his skin, he feels himself break. but amidst his eternal tempest you are his peace, his strength, his distant hope for a rainbow. and so he says <em>i love you</em> apologetically, violet irises never leaving your own, hands heartbreakingly gentle against your skin. he holds you higher than he holds himself, guarding you like a precious treasure. he knows he doesn't deserve you; and so he stubbornly attempts to shelter you from all but the beautiful experiences of this world. a fluttering kiss, a moonlit night where there are no eyes on you but his own. your commitment is proof of his repentance, and all scaramouche hopes for is that when the day comes for you to discover the twisted soul he truly is, you do not become afraid like the rest of them.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><br><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-05 09:12:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>how they say “i love you” 2</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><br>diluc</strong> wishes he never hesitated in the first place. yet your magnetism was so alluring he believed it too good to be true; like a moth to flame, your softness drew him in slowly, never flickering, never fluctuating. but even as his eyes silently traced your path back home each night, diluc was always wary. his efforts to protect you were no more than the measures he would take for any other vulnerable mondstadt citizen, he tried to convince himself. yet he was finding himself trailing your presence, the internal clock in his mind calculating, ruby eyes trained on the door of the tavern at 7:00 pm sharp awaiting none other than you. but when you opened your mouth and let those silky, charming words fall from your lips, he never offered anything more than a sigh and rough phrases as greeting. with each passing day he felt the thorns grow sharper, their numerous spines coating every surface of his soul. dishonesty, deception, and deceit. that is all diluc has ever known; from others, and from himself. he knows that if you come too close, both of you will be destined to a terrible fate, instead resorting to coating his heart with brash words and stoic expressions, a stubborn refusal to show the unfurling bloom of a rose that emerges from his heart. how dare you reach out to prick your skin on the thorns of a blossom that will only hurt you? yet you never gave him a chance to regret- in fact, the only thing he regrets is putting up a front in the first place. and so he says <em>i love you</em> with the steadiness of an immortal bloom, a soft love of silken petals and uncharacteristically elegant shows of affection. soon his crimson begins to rub off onto you in the form of timid blushes and plush lips pressed against each others’. late nights; raspy reminders fading away into slumber as you clumsily rest your head on his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your waist as the other scribbles away at documents on his desk. but his eyes are on you, and only you. even in the nights where heartache engulfs his soul, you are always there, ear pressed to his chest, listening for the sound of an organ that beats for you and only you.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>zhongli</strong> is a soul encompassing a universe of knowledge which knows no bounds. yet even in the midst of centuries-old wisdom there are few abstract, intangible concepts his celestial strength simply cannot unearth and bring to the surface of his mind. zhongli can recognise the origins of a crystal and the birthplace of a gem from a single touch, yet even after the countless times your skin has brushed against his there is a mystery to you he cannot uncover. in perhaps it’s the way your glittering eyes seem to hold his gaze without hesitation, or perhaps it’s the silent smile that creeps onto your face as a string of honey-coated words spill from those sweet lips of yours. but one thing is for certain; with you, time is of the essence. your presence contains a spontaneous urgency, soft giggles and lively steps akin to the trickling of water over the ancient formation of his heart. zhongli is a rigid man, rules and regulations etched into stone, immovable and eternal until the end of his time; but your waters form streaking rivulets across the surface, and he feels his foundations give way as you wear at the walls that have never faltered for as long as he can remember. and so he says <em>i love you </em>with the sincerity of an eternal contract, holding it as a promise above all other promises. zhongli cradles you in his hands, gentle touches that trace every dip and curve of your body and commit them to memory. and though his voice now pales in comparison to the powerful booming that used to echo through the mountains and strike fear in all those around him, it still rumbles with a fierce protectiveness, smooth and deep as the earth’s core. zhongli surrenders to you a love that cannot be eroded; unlike all other memories of this world, it stays intact through the ebb and flow of time.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>thoma</strong> only wishes to provide you with the joy you deserve. all you have both ever known is the stifling rule of the shogun and the thunder that crackles above your heads, serving as an ominous warning to what may become of you if this unyielding ideal of eternity is shattered. but thoma’s heart burns with an indescribable passion that cannot be extinguished by the mere threats of a god. he is a villain in the eyes of the kujou commission, and he is determined to become criminal in your eyes, too, accused of the horrifying crime of thievery. but as long as he maintains possession of your precious heart, even if it is only temporary, it will justify every single one of his sacrifices. yet thoma’s once-gentle flames begin to lick your skin with a searing temperature, what once was red transforms into an intense blue. and he is unapologetic to admit that you are what fuels his desire. too many times has he smiled in the face of adversity, always approachable with that charming, saccharine grin, suave words that are perfectly crafted to sweep people off their feet; and thoma has had enough. and so he says <em>i love you</em> with a blazing fervor that never flickers and never falters. you may never experience the freedom he once knew, but he is determined to ignite a flame in the kindling that is your soul. thoma is unafraid, an arduous devotion that steals felonious glances and forbidden kisses under the eaves of komore teahouse. even as the storm brews, even as the thunder cracks and the lightning strikes and rain begins to pour, thoma shields your burning flame from it all.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>venti</strong> finds himself in you. for as long as he can remember, he would look in the mirror and see someone he didn’t recognise, someone he didn’t want to be. his fair skin and sparkling eyes and long locks tied into braids seem to exactly resemble a late friend he used to cherish, and even as his songs and melodies overflowed with stories of a flourishing life, all he had ever known was an uncanny, lonely emptiness. and so he would pour his glass to the brim with a familiar concoction of ecstacy and mirage, plunging himself into the depths of an imaginary past. and yet as time goes on, venti craves the feeling of history less and less, the memories of loss fading into the breeze as you shatter his illusion of isolation. he would never bring himself to embody you- no, you are far too precious, far too unique. the unheeding anemo archon barbatos could never live up to the stability that your name brings, the peace that washes over his senses as your hands reach up to grab his own. and so he says <em>i love you</em> with the sweetness of a perfect cadence, dedicating each and every song to this inexplicable emotion he feels for you. dainty cecilias tucked into the folds of your hair and behind your ear with a soft giggle, venti’s affection shows up in all shapes and sizes, from an ancient dragon soaring through the sky to a luscious, beautiful cavern filled with glittering crystalflies that only he knows of. “con amore”, venti whispers gently before he begins to strum the lyre, “with love.” for in all the years he has existed in spirit, the world has crumbled and crashed before him, reducing the joys of others to nothing but mere piles of dust and ash. he has never felt a sense of security that even comes close to what you can provide, and yet he has never felt so free.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Giving them an unexpected peck on the lips for the first time</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Albedo</strong></div><blockquote>just stared at you for a moment, dumbfounded. He had no idea what just happened but something about it just made butterflies find a home in his stomach. In between blinks he mutters: <strong>“do it again.”</strong></blockquote><div><strong>Kaeya</strong></div><blockquote>I would have expected kaeya to laugh it off, teasing you endlessly about the attempt to try send his heart soaring into the skies, but in my mind he would get so shy. It’s definitely not normal for Kaeya of all people to be shy, but the fact that you caught him off guard plus the small intimate gesture you just did, it was enough to make him stumble over his words, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips but his flirty tone still somehow found a way to your ears. <strong>“What- did you do that for?”</strong></blockquote><div><strong>Diluc</strong></div><blockquote>Excluding his pyro vision, he gets hot, really fast. His checks are tomato red as he tried to clear his throat. You just chuckle at the sight before you. He stared at you for a moment, then slithers his hands around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. <strong>“We’ll see how you like it when I catch you off guard like that”</strong></blockquote><div><strong>Xiao</strong></div><blockquote>I don’t think he’d get shy or fumble over his words straight again, instead I feel like he’d just stare at you in awe, before reaching out and kissing you. Then as he pulls away, the embarrassment kicks in. He doesn’t know why he did what he did, but heck did it feel right. <strong>“I don’t know what came over me”</strong></blockquote><div><strong>Kazuha</strong></div><blockquote>This boy is so calm sometimes it pisses me off. He’d pamper you with kisses, winning giggles and chuckled from you. It’s like this guy understands the assigment a bit too much. Not that it’s a bad thing, in fact it just makes you love him even more, but at times it makes you feel like you don’t give him back as much love as he gives you. Don’t worry though, I know you do and he does too <strong>;)</strong></blockquote><div><strong>Scaramouche</strong></div><blockquote>I hate to be the party pooper, but he gets angry. BUT WAIT- not because you did it, in fact he liked it, but this is Scaramouche we’re talking about, he would never admit to flushing due to your sudden act. So he just hides his vulnerability in anger. He doesn’t yell at you, but he snaps. “God you really are like all the other humans aren’t you” or something along those lines. Point is, it would be enough to upset you, sending you down a spiral of uncertainty about whether you should have done what you did. But when he realizes he upset you he’d do the exact same thing, a quick peck on your lips.<strong> “Hm, I don’t see the appeal”</strong> he says as he proceeds to trace from your face all across your shoulder. To sum it up in one word: hypocrite.</blockquote>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-05 09:16:34 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>— gift giving gone wrong</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><strong><em>CHILDE</em></strong></blockquote><div>This morning, as you opened the door to buy something, you were surprised to be met by a bouquet of flowers and that's when it suddenly clicked you that today was Valentines Day, which means the streets of Liyue will be surely be packed by crowded people<br><br></div><div>At first you thought that maybe it was just delivered to the wrong person, but when you saw the tag, there was your name written in it, however there was no sign who was the sender<br><br></div><div><strong><em>'How suspicious'</em></strong> you thought<br><br></div><div>And as if an imaginary lightbulb appeared in your head, there can only be one person who will do something like this, and that is non-other than your lover<br><br></div><div>Which is why, you're now here in the sea of people, trying to find and look out for a ginger head man, it was then that you saw him near the Northland Bank<br><br></div><div>Childe who was not aware of the surroundings around him, as he was focused on the small yet delicate gift in his hands. He has been worrying that you won’t like it, but hearing someone called out to his voice made him snapped from his thoughts<br><br></div><div>Looking for the source of the voice, he looked around him until his eyes had found your figure. He felt himself smile just by seeing you, but those smile slowly vanished when he look a little closer, of what are your hands holding<br><br></div><div>He remained smiling, but there was a hint of curiosity behind it<br><br></div><div><strong>"Hey love, I see that you have something there with you?"</strong> he greeted you, as he tried to sound that everything was okay and he was not definitely itching to know where did you get those flowers<br><br></div><div><strong>"Of course! I mean, didn't you gave me this?"</strong> you beamed at him as you held out the bouquet closer to his face<br><br></div><div>Now it was his turn to be surprised, he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out of it. It seems that he was at loss for words, although he did managed to recover from it&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>"Ah love, I hate to tell the truth to you but sadly this flowers didn't came from me"</strong> he replied, and he was <em>still </em>smiling. Don't be blinded though, since at this point his mind is probably on set to find who sent you this<br><br></div><div>He grabbed the bouquet from your hands, and as he was about to find something or someone to give it, you tried to stop him<br><br></div><div><strong>"W-wait! But the flowers....."</strong> you didn't even get to complete a sentence when he turned to look at you and smiled<br><br></div><div><strong>"Don't worry love! I'll get you something more bigger, better and beautiful than this</strong>" he replied, as he looked at the bouquet before giving it the disgusted look<br><br></div><div><strong>“Not only that, but I also have something with me at the moment”</strong> he continued before his hand reached out in front of you, revealing a small velvet box in his hands<br><br></div><div><strong>“Wow....Childe this is.....I love it so much. Thank you”</strong> you replied as you looked at him with a satisfied smile on your face as you pecked his nose. Seeing you reacting like this, made Childe feel that no matter how many people are there to compete for your heart, you will always come back to him<br><br></div><div>Childe kissed the top of your hair, before bringing his hand to your waist as the both of you spent the whole day together. The mysterious bouquet forgotten and had also disappeared in his hand<br><br></div><div>The flowers? Don’t worry, the fatui recruits burned it along with the tag<br><br></div><blockquote><strong><em>XIAO</em></strong></blockquote><div>Walking to the Wangshu Inn was not a problem to you, however as you were on your way to visit Xiao you were suddenly stopped when two kids came running to you, as if they were already expecting who are you<br><br></div><div><strong>“Hello! Are you [Name]?”</strong> the young girl asked, as she asked for clarification. As soon as she received a nod from you, the young boy she was with gave you a perfect neatly wrapped gift&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>“Someone wanted to give you this, they’re so sweet!”</strong> the girl giggled, and before you can even interrogate them further who’s this mysterious “someone”, they already left and was going back to play with the other kids<br><br></div><div>You were left standing in the middle of the road, as you tried to think who will give you something like this. It was then that someone clicked in your head that there is a chance it might be <em>him</em>, so without hesitating you called out his name<br><br></div><div>The minute his name fell from your lips, he appeared right before you which of course startled you, but you managed to regain your composure<br><br></div><div>Xiao, who has been standing in front of you was about to ask why are you calling him, until a certain gift had caught his attention<br><br></div><div><strong>“Xiao, thank you so much for the gift! I didn’t knew you even asked the kids to give it to m-”</strong> before you can even finished the sentence, he snatched away the gift from your hands<br><br></div><div>He took a look at the gift, looking for any signs of tags who was the sender but in the end all he found was a tag that has your name written on it<br><br></div><div>Looking back at you, who was looking at him with a confused expression he let out a sigh&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>“I...didn’t give this to you. I was waiting for you in the Inn, and the gift that I prepared for you is probably still there”</strong> he explained, as he continued to look at it<br><br></div><div>Seeing you receiving a gift and you thought it was from him, made him feel relieved that he was the only one you have, but seeing you receiving a gift first from someone and not him, made him feel something he was not familiar with<br><br></div><div>He grabbed your wrist and teleported the both of you in the Inn, and there it was. The gift that it was really from him this time was there, and he wasted no time in giving it to you<br><br></div><div><strong>“I was hoping to be the first person to give it to you, but it seems like-”</strong> he didn’t get to finished his sentence when you placed a peck on his cheek<br><br></div><div><strong>“Thank you for this Xiao, I really loved it since it’s from you” </strong>you replied which of course made the almighty conqueror of demons, looked away from you as he feels there was a slight tint of blush rising on his cheeks<br><br></div><div>And the gift? He may or may not have dropped it purposely before he teleported the both of you away from it<br><br></div><blockquote><strong><em>SCARAMOUCHE</em></strong></blockquote><div>Scaramouche, himself thinks that he doesn’t like to celebrate this type of occasion, but for you he might just make an exception<br><br></div><div>He was not good with picking gifts, considering that he was only doing this for you. So with a help from a certain ginger man, he managed to get you something<br><br></div><div>So imagine his surprise when you walked into his office, with a rose in your hand. That wasn’t the gift he picked for you, and he also doesn’t remember giving you a rose<br><br></div><div><strong>“Scara! Thank you for this rose, I really liked it”</strong> you exclaimed. Before you can even talk again, Scaramouche got up from his seat, and harshly snatched away the rose from you, and before you can even comprehend what happened he had already broken the stem of the flower<br><br></div><div>You were about to scream at him, what suddenly got him in a bad mood but he had already beat you up to it<br><br></div><div><strong>“Where did you get it? Where did you get this ugly flower?”</strong> he asked, as he looked at you. He can feel his teeth gritting at the thought of someone having the audacity of giving you a gift before he can<br><br></div><div><strong>“W-what do you mean? Someone from the fatui just came to me and told me that it was from you, of course I was shocked since I know you’re not that type of person but nevertheless I accepted it”</strong> you explained truthfully<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche let out an irritated sigh before talking, however he was quite relieved that the first person you thought of giving you a gift was him<br><br></div><div><strong>“Well, It was not from me and why would I even give you a rose? There’s plenty around Tevyat that’s more worthy to be given to you”</strong> his sudden confession, made your eyes widened. Scaramouche who had realized what he just said froze before a tint of blush crept up to his cheeks. He suddenly reached for something on his table and he stepped closer to you while avoiding eye contact<br><br></div><div><strong>“H-here....j-ju...JUST TAKE IT YOU IDIOT”</strong> he screamed, as he shoved the gift in your hands. Which earned a peck on his cheek from you, as a way of saying ‘thank you’ to him, causing his neck up to the tip of his ears to turn in a deep shade of red<br><br></div><div>After minutes of regaining his composure, he subtly patted your head before making his way out of the office as he announces that he’ll be right back<br><br></div><div>Don’t worry, it’s not that he’s going on the search for the fatui recruit who got instructed to give the flower to you<br><br></div><blockquote><strong><em>DILUC</em></strong></blockquote><div>It was rare for Diluc to catch him off guard, and as usual he was doing his tavern duties and as if the archons had granted his wishes, a certain bard and cavalry captain were not hanging around. Considering that it was a big occasion today he expected them to show up, but as the clock ticks by they were nowhere in his sight<br><br></div><div>All those satisfied moment, had come to an end when this time you entered the tavern with a bouquet of flowers and small gift occupying your hands. His suspicions grew higher when he catch a glimpse of the tags that were attached to it, and it seems that there was no sender<br><br></div><div>He called Charles that he’ll be taking a break that might last long, as he earned a nod from him. Diluc gestured the both of you, to go in a more secluded and private area<br><br></div><div><strong>“Luc, Thank you for this wonderful gifts! I really appreciate it”</strong> you exclaimed as you smiled at him, as you expected to get a small smile and a hug from Diluc he remained standing in front of you with a poker face, before crossing his arms<br><br></div><div><strong>“....I..didn’t give you those”</strong> he mumbled with a slight tone of irritation his voice, as he continued to eye the gifts as if they were not grape juice<br><br></div><div><strong>“What do you mean?”</strong> you replied, as you were starting to get confused but he didn’t answered your question<br><br></div><div><strong>“Actually, I was planning to give you something later. But considering that someone had already beat me up to it, it seems that I’ll have to add more”</strong> he continued, as he snatched the gifts from your hands<br><br></div><div>Before you can even have the chance to protest, he spoked again. And this time there was softness in his eyes, but it also holds a little hint of possessiveness behind it<br><br></div><div><strong>“No one can spoil my lover, other than me”</strong> he said, as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead, a reminder that he vows to keep<br><br></div><div>He took the day off for the rest of the day from the tavern, and true to his words he did spoiled you with all he has<br><br></div><div>The gifts? Ah, he may have gave it to Kaeya and Venti saying that it’s just a once in a blue moon gift from him, don’t worry the tags have been removed. The two of course, much to their surprise accepted it and mistook that it wasn’t even for them in the first place<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>sweet scara</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>You were washing the plates when you hear the door open. Immediately you stopped doing everything, washed your hands then ran towards him, yelling "My baby is back!!"<br><br></div><div>You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheeks "I missed youu" however, he didn't respond. He had a frown, you knew he wasn't playing around. He was angry.<br><br></div><div>You immediately let go and apologize "O-oh, sorry" you pouted, he breathed in and out but he couldn't help but show you that he's pissed off "Are you alright?" you asked but he didn't answer. He just stared at you.<br><br></div><div>He stared at your lips, rubbing his thumb above it as gently as he could. His eyes were full of rage, not lust. You didn't dare talk, you know what's going to happen and that made you feel a little excited. Though you can't seem to focus on the excitement because you were worried about him but no matter, this isn't the first time he was like this.<br><br></div><div>The gentleness above your lips was now gone. He gripped your face tightly, his eyes even more angrier "Strip. Now." you immediately followed, while you strip, he did too, quite aggressively, throwing his clothes everywhere, smacking your ass in the process.<br><br></div><div>He started rubbing your nipples almost immediately after stripping causing you to feel weak in the knees. You gripped his hand while he rubbed them at a fast pace, moaning uncontrollably "S-Scaramouche.."<br><br></div><div>"Don't talk" He said, clenching his teeth, he stopped rubbing your erect nipples and placed his hand above your head, pushing it down, forcefully making you kneel down in front of his dick "Now do your job, slut" he wasn't erect at all. You started licking the tip of it then stroking it using both of your hands, making sure that you're doing a great job.<br><br></div><div>Seconds later, it was erect and he was grunting lowly. Gripping a handful of your hair, hurting your scalps a bit "Ah, fuck, that's it" he was biting his lower lip. You slowly put his cock inside of your mouth but he suddenly slammed himself, making you gag and tear up. He started pounding on your mouth, pushing your head to make it even deeper "Shit that feels good, stay in that position" he was doing all the work himself.<br><br></div><div>You had red eyes and was tearing up. You were starting to feel nervous with every thrust he makes. He gets even more aggressive. He suddenly stopped, making you stand up, pulling you on your hair then tossing you on the sofa "You almost made me cum you whore"<br><br></div><div>You were starting to shiver a little, starting to feel scared, the look on his face was something you've never seen before "S-Scaramouche, maybe we should —" you didn't finish, he immediately topped you and entered his dick inside of you, forcing your legs open. You screamed, in one slam he was balls deep inside of you, it hurt you.<br><br></div><div>He started thrusting at a fast pace "I said no talking you bitch" his brows were furrowed as he tightens his grip on your thighs, making his fingers white. His head bent upwards, moaning, feeling good by himself.<br><br></div><div>You moaned too but you were not quite enjoying this. You thought maybe he just wanted to stir up things a little today but it didn't feel that good at all. He flipped you, smacked your ass then inserted himself into you again and again, going deep.<br><br></div><div>"Shit. You're so fucking good" He moaned, rubbing your back as he fucks you from behind while you're on all fours "F-Fucking whore" he grunted, pounding you. The sounds your body makes are so loud, he was pounding you so hard that your whole body is moving along to his thrusts.<br><br></div><div>You started screaming, you were both sweating so hard "S-S-Scaramouche.. t-too rough!" you cried out loud but he didn't stop. He even went faster, making your brain go blank. You tried grabbing his hand from behind so he could come back to his senses but he slapped it away. You began crying, sniffing so he wouldn't hear. His actions were beginning to hurt your feelings.<br><br></div><div>"I said shut the fuck up" He hissed, smacking your ass until it's red "I'll do what I fucking want" you turned to look back at him, his eyes were still the same, full of rage.<br><br></div><div>Those words were the final straw. You immediately yelled the safe word and just like that he stopped. You turned again to look at him, dumbfounded, staring at you. He was quiet for a second while you fix yourself, crying on the corner of the sofa, getting as far away from him as possible.<br><br></div><div>You covered your face while crying, trying hard not to let out a sob so he wouldn't hear, your knees folded up to your chest to cover your entire face. It took a few moments before Scaramouche realized what he's done and said to you.<br><br></div><div>He touched your shoulder gently this time and muttered "I-I'm sorry.." he sighed, rubbing your back as you cry "I'm so sorry y/n" he couldn't believe himself.<br><br></div><div>Sure you both enjoy being rough and aggressive to each other but this time he said some words he never did before, he said some words that you both agreed not to say.<br><br></div><div>You looked at him, wiping your tears "S-Sorry I couldn't handle it" you were frowning, still crying "I just—"<br><br></div><div>He scooted near you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder "No no no. It's my fault, not yours. I-I'm so sorry" he wiped your tears. He was so mindful this time. His eyes were calm now, he was back to his usual self, seeing you like this pained him. He can't believe he made you cry "Oh, my sweet honey pie" he hugged you tightly, making you giggle.<br><br></div><div>"Come on, not that" You smiled, wiping a tear away while you hug him back "Just next time, please don't let your anger out at me like that" you pouted, snuggling on his chest "It makes me feel nervous and uncomfortable. We can talk it out maybe, and of course you can still fuck me when you're angry. Scaramouche, okay? Just not that aggressive, it doesn't make me feel good"<br><br></div><div>He nodded, stroking your hair "Yes. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's okay now" he kissed your head while you snuggle on his chest "You know I never want to hurt you ever. I'll never" he keeps kissing your head over and over again, saying he's sorry and that he'll never do it again.<br><br></div><div>"It's okay, I was just super nervous too" You kissed his chest to pay him back for all the kisses he was making "Are you hungry?" you yawned, feeling tired. He slowly let go and went to the doorstep to grab both of your clothes, including your apron.<br><br></div><div>He helped you get dressed before even getting dressed himself "I-I'll help you cook" he scratched the back of his head, knowing that he isn't that good. He was getting dressed.<br><br></div><div>You smiled brightly, grabbing his cute apron on one drawer, giving it to him then helping him get it on "Isn't it adorable?" you hugged him before letting go to grab some supplies.<br><br></div><div>Seeing you smile and happy was all he wanted right now. He still felt extremely guilty letting his anger out on you, making you feel uncomfortable, making you cry.<br><br></div><div>You both spent the day cooking and feeding each other until it was night time. He was extremely sweet, back to his usual self. You took a bath together before climbing on the bed.<br><br></div><div>In the bath, you talked to each other. About why he was angry, about ground rules, about what you felt since this was the first time that you had to actually use the safe word. The bath was refreshing and so was the talk.<br><br></div><div>END</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-05 09:18:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>can i request scara , zhongli and kazuha with the playable reader au? if you don’t mind of course!</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Leiwywy/zz8pdghjmmwd76kw/wish/2079025201</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Scaramouche</div><blockquote>Oh boy. Whilst you two haven't actually met in the game yet, your personalities (or how much the players have already seen of them anyway) fit together so well!!"ScaraDer (Scaramouche x Reader) supremacy" - "they haven't even met? 🤨"We don't care, you two are (would be??) cute together.There's this one fanfiction of you two that is widely known among the fans, both shippers and non shippers, might I add!It's about you getting introduced as a replacement for Signora (Reader on their villain arc, love to see it) and getting the place of the 8th harbinger.Along with Childe you had to try to find Scaramouche in Inazuma after he had taken the gnosis of the raiden shogun. You and Childe had decided to split off, everyone going their own way and even making it a little game on who would find him first.Well.You won and the scene from the fanfiction is what even got your ship THAT popular!!<em>"You're insufferable, trying to hunt me down like this. Who do you think you are, huh? You really think you could take me in a fight?"</em> - <em>"What a pity, not only do I think that, I know so, Balladeer."</em>Watch "<em>I know so, Balladeer</em>" get trending on Twitter smh.</blockquote><div>Zhongli</div><blockquote>Please. This is set when you're already a playable character and/or if your voice lines already got leaked!Canonically knowing many characters because you're a traveler that has been to many places in this AU, you're bound to run into the very Geo Archon himself at least once, right?Right.He doesn't have a voice line about you yet (at least the players can't listen to it yet because it's important to some lore stuff that will happen only a little while later). BUT you do have a voice line about him.And oh my God, let me tell you!! You admire the archons so much and it's so adorable I can't.<em>"What I think of the Geo Archon? What makes you think I even know him? Haha! Didn't he die or something.. I mean! There's no suspicious activity here! What's an Archon, anyway?"</em>blinks.WHAT DO YOU MEAN "SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY"?? 🤨There's also official art of you two, meaning that you do canonically know him. The fans went wild, trust me. He also looks at you with a gentle smile on his face in it, how can they not ship you two?!</blockquote><div>Kazuha</div><blockquote>We love em anemo boys, do we not?For this one, it was mainly because of the people that shipped you with Gorou and because of the people that shipped you with Scaramouche. They decided to make it a poly ship and then some of them changed their opinion to just Reader x Kazuha!(I do accept Reader in a poly relationship with characters requests btw so.. 👍)You sadly don't have many shippers because you haven't met in game yet and KazuDer (Kazuha x Reader) originally started existing because of two other ships, but the people that do ship you are loyal af!!<em>"Admit that KazuDer (Kazuha x Reader) will never be canon or die. 🔫" </em>- <em>"[death noises]"</em>... kind of concerning but they can't help it when you two would just be so cute together!!The little crumbs of content you two have among fans is wonderful, though!! The fanart? immaculate. Cosplays? So much talent, I'll puke. FANFICTIONS?? ARE THESE PROFESSIONAL AUTHORS BEHIND THE SCREENS? 🤨🤨You may not have many shippers, but they're all very talented with what they post, it's amazing!All in all, you two are an amazing comfort ship, the dynamic between you is so soft, singles be crying just at the thought of seeing you ever interact ingame!</blockquote><div><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-05 09:18:44 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬? ♡ 𝐈</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Leiwywy/zz8pdghjmmwd76kw/wish/2079025401</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺- just 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 being a flirty fuck.<br><br></div><div>Kazuha knows what he’s doing- Mf will act all ‘innocent’ like his flirty sentences were not intentional and his nsfw poetic sentences are just miss-wording. HIS EYES DECEIVES EVERYONE TO BELIEVE HIM- LIKE LOOK AT HOW PURE THEY LOOK-<br><br></div><blockquote>“Kazuha, darling...I’ll just go for 10 minutes or so, I need to send the supplies Baizhu..."“We need to start going right away, Love...you should have done it earlier, we can’t keep Beidou waiting.” You sighed as Kazuha tried to guilt-trip you into staying.“I know, I know! But I promised Qiqi to see her on the way as well!”<br>The bickering went back and forth as you both stated your points defending your actions.“Now, now! What’s going on here?” A mate cried out while clapping his hands to get your attention.“It’s nothing much...Y/n is insisting to stay a bit longer.” Kazuha said face-palming, “Y/n, whatever it is, I’m sure it can wait. We have headed off before the sunsets.”“But-“Love~ You’re not asking for more punishment, are you now? Cause if you keep this up I’ll have to make sure you can’t walk the next day~” Kazuha had a sly smirk as he seductively looked at you with his manic eyes.“Or is that what you want, cause if it is then we can make it happen without you misbehaving~” he lightly giggled at your red flustered state.“I’m afraid I have to agree with Kazuha, Y/n” you almost forgot the mate was still there.“What!? I- Why would I!?” he got confused at your messed up red face before the realization hit him like a boulder.“Hm? You aren’t thinking of something improper were you now, Y/n? I can’t believe you’d think Kazuha would go that low!” He scoffed“You don’t really think he is that innocent, do you!? He meant it, he knows what he is saying!”“Meant what? Did I say something wrong? I do apologize if I did.” Kazuha said looking at you with a ‘naive’ face, unlucky for you that the mate believed him.“You didn’t do anything wrong, Kazuha...Y/n here just needs to get her head out of the gutter.”“I- All this for delivering something!? Fine, I won’t go- geez!” the mate sighed before leaving you two be, once he went out of view Kazuha’s aura changed from a flowery garden to something filled with lust and arousal.“𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲~”</blockquote><div><br></div><div>𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺- just 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢 knowing your weaknesses.<br><br></div><div>Venti knows your weakness and won’t hessitate to use them against you, you don’t like him crying? Do what I say and I won’t, you like it when he clings onto you? He likes it too so your in luck you like it when he get’s whiny? M-mommy Pretty manipulative but he knows when to stop.<br><br></div><blockquote>“Y/n, please enlighten me on how you fell for this idiot.”You released a breathy laugh as Diluc glared at the bard before him.“Diluc! You can’t just say that to the lovely lady! It’s love~ You don’t know where it takes you and how it does!” Keaya slurred out, Rosaria just giggled at your situation.“Y/n! Come on! Just one sip! You’ll like it, it’s better than your cranberry juice~!” Venti pulled on your sleeve like a child begging their mum to taste the burnt cookies they made.“I don’t like alcohol Venti...it’s so bitter and it stings my tounge.” Diluc sighed before stepping it, “Venti, leave Y/n alone. She’ll have it when she wants to.”Venti looked at the owner before sticking his tounge out, again like a child. Keaya and Rosaria wheezed in the background at Diluc’s face, who looked like he was ready to bury the archon’s body.“Venti...that’s enough achohol we are leaving. You promised we’d try a few things before going to bed.”“Y-y/n, please! Just o-one sip! It tastes great!” Venti slurred clinging onto you, he had tears in the corner of his eyes.(A/n: If someone’s not comfy with drinking, please let them be. This is just a fanfic.)You sighed in defeat and took his drink taking a small sip, you didn’t like it.“How is it-“I hate it, we’re leaving.” And like that you dragged him to your place.“𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲!~”.Keaya: “How much you wanna bet Y/n has a mommy kink?-</blockquote><div><br></div><div>𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺- just 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 being an expert in playing the piano.<br><br></div><blockquote>My boi would be one of those people who would know how to play every instrument, but he’s really good with the piano. He’d also have a really good singing vocals, I mean- have you heard his va sing machin gun? he’d sing for you while playing the piano if it makes you happy.“Scara, I love you and all but your back will hurt.”“Are you considering me as weak? You twisted your ankle while trying to walk, if anything, you are weak.” Scara growled as he adjusted you on his back, he may have used cruel words but the intent was sweet as a bowl of sugar.“Chill! You’re just putting words in my mouth at this point!” He scoffed in annoyance while you buried your head on his shoulder.His steps echoed loudly as he entered the empty room with instrument placed around, he walked over a grand piano in the middle. Placing you down gently as he sat on the stool placed by the piano.“Sit.” he patted his lap, “Love, I-“Sit. Don’t make me repeat myself.” his eyes pierced into yours, obediently you sat on his lap as he placed his hands around you to reach the piano’s keys.His slender fingers danced on the instrument gracefully, his voice softly sang next your ears.“-little did I know...That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles, and my daddy said, ‘Stay away from Juliet’, and I was cryin' on the staircase beggin' you, ‘Please don't go,’~”Every word felt nostalgic for an unknown reason, without knowing you starting singing along with your songbird.“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone, I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess, it's a love story, baby, just say, ‘Yes’~”It was not uncommon for you to singalong with him but it always did startle him on how comfortable you were with him, he loved it.The song finally came to an end, you smiled as you pecked his lips. You pushed yourself up to give him his personal space to only be pulled back down.“Where do you think your going?” Scara looked at you upset, “Nowhere, I just wanted to give you your personal space!” you hurriedly answered.“I don’t need it, you do realize I’m strong enough to hold you, right? You can sit on my back, lap, shoulders and I wouldn’t mind it...I can break you here, right now, but~ since you were so obedient a moment ago, I’ll let you sit on my face~”Your breath hitched as your face turned red with all the blood rushing to your head, you were a mess.“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?~”</blockquote>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-05 09:19:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>genshin impact characters reacting to their clingy s/o being distant all of a sudden</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><strong>#</strong> <strong>scaramouche ?!</strong></blockquote><ul><li>you were clinging to him and making sure you have his whole attention then next thing he knew, you stopped so suddenly and it pisses him off.</li><li>actually, what pissed him off was the fact that how dare a being like you made him feel so frustrated and immediately became needy without him knowing. he felt empty without his lover clinging onto him like they’re life depends on it.</li><li>“what the hell is up with you?” he asked out of the blue when you two were having dinner. you looked so innocent like you didn’t do anything to him, which made him more irritated. (you actually didn’t do anything to him lol he’s just needy)</li><li>you looked at him confused. not knowing what you did to him, you just shrugged it off and continued to eat. scaramouche being scaramouche, he walked up to you and grabbed your chin to make you look up at his piercing eyes.</li><li>scaramouche is a jealous and harsh lover. despite his actions towards you, you knew he still loves you so dearly.</li><li>“why did you stop being needy all of the sudden? did i do something wrong? are you mad at me? stop driving me crazy!”</li><li>and then you just stared at him for a while. he was about to rant even more when he heard you laughing your ass off.</li><li>you cupped both of his cheeks and kissed him on his cherry lips.</li><li>“oh scara ... and here i thought i was being a bother and annoyance to you ..”</li><li>his face softened when he heard your words. he would then say sorry for making you feel that way.</li><li>i see him more as a ‘actions speak louder than words’ typa guy. after that he would cuddle you so damn long 💀 but it’s okay because he leaves kisses on every part of your body (this sounds so- nvm) until he fell asleep.</li></ul><div><br></div><blockquote><strong># albedo ?!</strong></blockquote><ul><li>he would stop everything he’s doing even if it’s an important matter and will turn his attention to you and you only. he wouldn’t say anything tho. he instead observed and tried to find answers as to why you suddenly stopped clinging all over him.</li><li>he thought that maybe you got tired of always getting his attention and he blames himself for that so much. his heart was beating rapidly at the thought of his special someone getting tired of him. i just know he would probably talk to Kaeya about this stuff since they are the best of friends.</li><li>Kaeya said that maybe you <em>are </em>getting tired of him always inventing and researching things that he barely even had time for his lover.</li><li>in the end, he decided that it was best to just ask and be prepared for what words could you possibly say.</li><li>you on the other hand, completely oblivious that the alchemist had gone away just to ask his friends what was going on with you and why you suddenly changed from being so clingy, to being so distant.</li><li>you thought it was best to let him be for a while since he <em>is</em> really passionate about his work and you wouldn’t want to interfere with the things he loved the most.</li><li>when he got back to their home, he saw you standing while wearing his spare coat, deep in thought as you stare at the snowflakes pouring down slowly.</li><li>Albedo slowly walked to his special someone and hugged them from the back. you were so warm he could melt. “tell me [name]... what’s gotten you so distant these days? i miss your touch, i miss your voice, i miss your everything...” he said, snuggling onto your neck and kissing it.</li><li>“i just... think it would be best if i didn’t bother you all the time. i mean it’s kind of annoying you isn’t it?...” Albedo turned you around and cupped your cheeks, kissing your forehead.</li><li>“what made you think that way? you know i would never get tired of you. im sorry for making feel this way [name], i love you so much...”</li></ul><div><br></div><blockquote><strong># zhongli ?!</strong></blockquote><ul><li>he’s very straightforward. when he noticed you were being distant, he immediately talked to you about it.</li><li>Zhongli wasn’t used to you not being by his side all the time, wanting for his attention. he would gladly gave you what needed tho so he was really confused why you became so distant.</li><li>“[name], can we talk for a moment?”</li><li>you just came out of the shower in you two’s bedroom when you saw him sitting on the bed, patting the side signaling you to sit next to him.</li><li>with only your robe/towel on, you followed his command (as u should jk) and sat beside him not knowing what for.</li><li>he looked into your eyes and held your chin with one hand close to his face. “is something bothering you, my love? i’ve notice you were... being quite distant with me these past few days.”</li><li>you were entranced by his golden orbs staring deep into your eyes looking for an answer to his question.</li><li>“nothing, Zhongli... it’s .. well, don’t you think it’s kind of annoying when i always cling by your side and ask for attention? aren’t you... tired?”</li><li>hearing these words from his lover pained him. he felt bad for making you feel that way.</li><li>without saying a word, he pressed his lips onto yours. you were so surprised but ended up giving in to his passionate kisses. (who wouldn’t resist him tbh) when you two were done, he held both of your cheeks and made your foreheads touch.</li><li>“i know most of the most i push you away because of other matters, but i could never get sick and tired of you. always remember that. and if you forget, i’ll always be here to remind you.”</li></ul><div><br></div><blockquote><strong># diluc ?!</strong></blockquote><ul><li>he would get REAL bothered i tell you! he can be strict with you sometimes when he really wants to finish his works immediately.</li><li>now, it’s his fault why you’re being so distant. curse him!</li><li>he would then make it up to you by making you breakfast in bed, sending you flowers when he’s at work and you popped up in his mind, or maybe preparing a nice shower for you.</li><li>he would go through lengths just to make it up to his special someone. you appreciate it of course (i mean it’s Diluc doing all of these just for you so.. be thankful ahjxkx)-</li><li>-but you would just say thank you’s and kiss him or hug him and that’s it.</li><li>you didn’t really want to bother him even more because you knew he was always tired from work.</li><li>“hey... why are you so distant these days? am i not enough?”</li><li>Diluc tried to hide the pain in his voice but couldn’t. you two were sharing a bed together and he was now hugging your form next to him, his hands carefully stroked your hair.</li><li>“Diluc what are you saying? you’re more than enough you know! im sorry Diluc i thought that i was being an annoyance to you and didn’t want that to continue...”</li><li>Diluc then made you look up at his face, “i know baby, i tried to make it up to you... but you.. nevermind. just don’t stay away from me anymore, i think im going insane.”</li></ul><div><br></div><blockquote><strong># xiao ?!</strong></blockquote><ul><li>he gets insecure and frustrated when you started to distance yourself away from him.</li><li>he would slightly growl whenever you’d turn away from him. he loved it when you were clingy despite his attitude.</li><li>he’s just really grumpy. on the other hand, you weren’t aware that you made him confused and frustrated.</li><li>you were sitting alone in your bed in wangshu inn, when Xiao suddenly scared the crap out of you by jumping into the window and landed on the bedroom floor.</li><li>“Xiao! what are you doing?!”</li><li>he turned to you and you noticed that he was wearing his mask and there’s blood all over him.</li><li>he walked up to you slowly and wrapped his arms around you. you were about to break the hug to get him the medication kit and heal his wound but he stopped you by taking your lips into his soft ones. you two kissed for like a minute or two.</li><li>“do you hate me?”</li><li>“what? why would i hate you Xiao? why would think that?”</li><li>“then... why are being so distant?”</li><li>you looked at him for a hot minute before smiling at him. “i-i thought you were getting annoyed with me whenever i want attention...” you said looking at your shoes/feet.</li><li>there was silence for a moment but Xiao soon made you look up at him and for once, he smiled ever so dearly at you. “im sorry. it’s my fault that you’re feeling that way and i want to make it up to you...”</li><li>the next scenes that happened was history 😳 lol</li></ul><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Cats or dogs?</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em>Cats;</em></strong></div><blockquote><em>Albedo</em></blockquote><ul><li>Although Albedo is attentive, caring and can handle a bouncing bundle of joy (as proven with Klee), he simply just doesn’t have the time.</li><li>He’s a very busy person, and would likely forget to do the basics a dog would need. His pet needs to be at least somewhat independent, and since dogs are so dependent on walks and quality time that he can’t give, dogs are a no for now. Maybe once he retires, though, but that’ll be a while.</li><li>I can imagine him not even wanting a pet to begin with, but if he so happens to find a shivering ball of fur up in the mountains of Dragonspine, you can bet he’s taking it in. He’s not cruel enough to leave them on their own. But now it’s attached to him, and they haven’t exactly been troublesome to have around… There’s no harm in keeping it, right?</li><li>If Albedo needs some downtime, he’d go to his cat for some well needed affection. He loves to hear his kitty purr when he scratches behind their ears <em>just</em> right, and especially loves it when their little head butts against his own.</li><li>Don’t be surprised if there’s a few dozen sketchbooks filled with drawings of his cat. He finds enjoyment in sketching all the new strange poses his precious little fur ball manages to get themselves into.</li><li>He spoils them, but he does it unknowingly. They’re hungry? He makes a five star meal for them. Oh, they’re bored? He’d take a break just to play with them? They’re tired? They have their own bed filled with pillows, toys and a fluffy blanket. Even though they’re just a cat, it’s his cat, his responsibility. He wants them to be as happy as they can possibly be.</li><li>Bonus, I suppose? - Albedo might accidentally create a cat while working on an experiment, and he grows incredibly attached to it. The only people who are allowed to see it are Klee and occasionally, his students, Sucrose and Timaeus if they need downtime.</li></ul><blockquote><em>Xiao</em></blockquote><ul><li>This one is not surprising in the slightest. Xiao is probably part cat himself, if we’re being honest. An independent creature, who thinks they don’t need anyone but themselves. But really, all they need is some good ol’ TLC.</li><li>Anyway, how would Xiao actually get a cat? Well, like Albedo, he had no interest owning a pet. But I like to think a little kitten just appeared one day and never left him alone. He doesn’t have the heart to shoo it away, so it just,,, stays with him.</li><li>He doesn’t know how to look after a cat. He tries his best though! He gets it fish - all different types until one finally sticks. Salmon seems to be the favourite. He has to travel half way across Liyue to get some, but he doesn’t mind. Anything for his lil meow meow &lt;3</li><li>The only thing that can calm him down when his karmic debt gets to him is his kitten. It’s grounding, having a purring kitten rubbing up against him, blissfully unaware of what was really going on. They want affection. Hesitantly, he reaches down and scratches under their chin - the darkness in him resides for a moment.</li><li>It stays at Wangshu Inn and everyone spoils it while he’s away fighting demons. He doesn’t mind, his kitten is getting love when he can’t give any. Doesn’t stop him glaring at whoever decides to cuddle with them though. And if some foolish mortal tries to hurt them… Let’s just say he found a way to break his contract about not harming humans.</li></ul><blockquote><em>Scaramouche</em></blockquote><ul><li>Dogs are too much for him, and he probably looks down on ‘dog’ people. He’s definitely the snobby cat owner type and probably owns nothing but ‘purebreds’. (Siamese, Rag doll, etc.)</li><li>Buuutt.. There is (1) stray cat that he took in and hasn’t been able to part with. It’s a scruffy looking thing but if anyone said <em>anything</em> bad about them, they’re getting barbecued. Childe, looking at you-</li><li>Another one that absolutely spoils his cats. And he’s rich, so it’s ten times worse. They each have their own bedrooms and are fed the finest foods a cat can get. There’s a whole room filled with cat toys, cat climbing frames, cats beds, etc. Essentially, it’s just a room for his cats.</li><li>No one but him is allowed to touch them. You might not think it, but he cuddles with them often. While he’s reading reports, one hand is idly resting on one of his cats back, fingers gently threading through their soft fur. Another cat is curled around his shoulder, tail snugly wrapped around his neck. The others are napping on his desk.</li><li>His cats are just as antisocial as him. When one of his subordinates talk to him, they’re staring them down, glare matching their owners. But don’t look at them for too long, or Scara will get even more annoyed. And you don’t want that, do you?</li><li>The only real time you’ll ever see the harbinger show any form of happiness or content is with his beloved pets. They’re definitely his biggest soft spot.</li></ul><div><strong><em>Dogs;</em></strong></div><blockquote><em>Itto</em></blockquote><ul><li>This man- <em>This man. </em>Dog<em> </em>parent through and through. He probably has some sort of personal vendetta against cats after one scratched him when he tried to pet them. But dogs? Best thing on the planet to him</li><li>He’s very energetic himself so he’ll have absolutely no problem at all taking care of a dog that needs exercise, so I can see him with big dogs like Huskies, Labradors and German Shepards.</li><li>You know what? I can actually see him with a Doberman or Rottweiler!! Or even a pit bull! The ‘scarier’ looking they are to everyone else, the cuter they are in his eyes. He knows the feeling of being misunderstood just for the way you look all too well.</li><li>He has plenty of love to give and each of his dogs gets his undivided attention, 24/7. But his favourite time of the day with them is obviously playtime. He rough houses with them, plays fetch, does tricks - he never gets bored with them! Sometimes, it’s kinda obvious Itto is enjoying himself more than his dog sometimes</li><li>He probably takes in one’s in that have been abandoned and likes to think they’re a lot happier with him instead of being on the streets. He’s lost count of how many dogs he actually owns,,, All he knows is that it’s comfy being dog piled by them every night. Group snuggles &lt;3</li></ul><blockquote><em>Childe</em></blockquote><ul><li>Another one with too much energy and also another one that probably owns big dogs - yes, he’s really busy being a harbinger, but he lets his dogs stay with his family in Snezhnaya and they’re completely spoilt by his family.</li><li>When he is home, though, he’s all over them. He has two family reunions - his actual family, and his dogs. And yes, tears were shed at both.</li><li>He definitely owns huskies, or big malamutes, and he <em>definitely</em> picks them up like babies and hugs them with no problem. They’re his children, no matter how big, and they’re getting cuddles with their dad.</li><li>He has all the time in the world for them when he’s home, even when he’s training. Actually, playing with his dogs usually <em>is</em> the training,,, His dogs have a hell of a lot of energy, so playtime lasts far longer than it actually should. He’s making challenges to himself to see how many laps he can run with them before he passes out, or how many balls he can throw before his arm starts to ache. Both he and his dogs are very satisfied with the outcome.</li><li>He never pushes them too far, though. If they’re not up for playing, or they start to look tired, he stops and has a huge cuddle session with them. He’s on the couch and his four big babies are all on top of him, keeping him warm from the harsh cold of his nation. Big dogs make the best winter blanket!</li></ul><blockquote><em>Beidou</em></blockquote><ul><li>Yes, she is always on the sea, but she found the dog while she was in Liyue. It was homeless and skinny, the poor thing barely being able to hobble over to her and lick her hand to get her attention. So, of course, she took it in.</li><li>Beidou herself reminds me of a dog - She’s friendly, full of energy to burn and great with people! So her dog would probably have the same traits. She doesn’t really care if it’s big or small, or even how it looks. As long as it’s happy with her, then that’s all that matters.</li><li>She tries her best to find land as soon as possible so her dog can get a proper work, and she knows being on a boat is not exactly the greatest thing in the world. But, it seems to not mind being out at sea. It’s just content being by her side, and getting some belly rubs. So it would probably be a dog that doesn’t need that much exercise, but I still see her with a big dog that has a fake eyepatch-</li><li>Her dog is always by her side, and when they’re on land, it helps her look for treasure! They’re always digging around in the dirt and barking when they find something. At first, Beidou worried that they had got cabin fever from being on the boat too much, but was extremely relieved to find that, no, her dog had not gone insane but had instead found something of value-</li><li>Sometimes, she does leave her dog in Liyue while she goes on extremely long voyages. It’s just not safe to bring a dog on board when she’s travelling for days on end. But don’t worry, it’s absolutely spoiled rotten by Ningguang and her assistants in the jade palace. But it’s still loyal to Beidou, no matter what, and always gives her kisses and snuggles when she comes back.</li></ul><div>Bonus- <strong><em>Both;</em></strong></div><blockquote><em>Thoma</em></blockquote><ul><li>Bet you thought he was a dog person, hm? Wrong! Thoma is just an <em>animal</em> person hehe. He loves both of them, and if you asked him to choose, he’d probably implode- there’s no way he can pick between them, so he’ll just take both</li><li>No matter what the animal, Thoma is loving and caring to each of them. Everyone deserves kindness, and that goes for animals too! He might lean <em>juuusstt</em> a little bit more towards dogs, he loves how affectionate they are compared to cats. But he understands cats usually need more time to warm up before they’re ready to receive some love.</li><li>He probably owns two cats and two dogs, and of course, he ‘owns’ all the strays in Inazuma. He’s a sweetheart, so he’d treat them all equally, even the ones that don’t live with him. He’s not against sitting down in a field with a few strays just so they can get a warm meal in them.</li></ul><blockquote><em>Diluc</em></blockquote><ul><li>Look, I was going to put him in the dog section but I just couldn’t do it,,, I’m too soft for cat dad Diluc,,,</li><li>If he owns dogs they’re golden labs or retrievers I don’t make the rules. They’re all spoilt and probably a bit chubby from the maids over feeding them, but they’re not unhealthy! He makes sure to exercise them properly, but he doesn’t mind if they’re a lil pudgy. More to love &lt;3</li><li>But I just can’t get the image out of my head of him sitting in front of a fireplace, in a big arm chair, reading a book with a black cat curled up on his lap. It just lives in my head rent free and I smile whenever I think of it, so I’m not letting go of my cat dad Diluc agenda.</li></ul><blockquote><em>Kaeya</em></blockquote><ul><li>I see him with both - and honestly, I’m more for cat dad Kaeya, but I support the dog dad Kaeya side too.</li><li>If he has cats, he lets them curl up in the fluff of his cape, and sometimes it gives people the fright of their life when they see two giant eyes staring at them from underneath the fluff that they have so expertly hidden themselves in. Kaeya finds it hilarious. Is that cat- smirking?</li><li>If he has dogs, I can see him getting a very intelligent one, and he’d most likely have his dog work alongside him. All of the knights spoil it rotten, too (but Kaeya especially). It’s become apart of the favonious family &lt;3</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-05 09:20:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>— amusement park romance!</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><strong>kazuha: </strong><em>the attractive food stand worker.</em></blockquote><ul><li>you meet him for the first time when you're in a line for a random food stand, your mood admittedly taking a ticked off turn as your friends beg you to wait the long line out.</li><li>one of them tells you about the cheap, mouth-watering churros they sell while the other gushes about the cute worker behind the stand, your nose wrinkling in confusion as to why she was so willing to wait out such a time-consuming line just for the looks of a complete stranger.</li><li>yet, you're the one who becomes speechless when it's your turn to order, the male behind the stand with the name tag "kazuha" staring at you with a patient look.</li><li>it may have been an exaggeration, but to you, it was almost like he was shaped and sculpted by the Greeks; his face soft and pretty, figure lean and relaxed, and beautiful white hair strands cascading the sides of his face. the color of his eyes give you such a comfortable aura, while at the same time, pins you into place with his enchanting gaze. he smiles at you in something akin to amusement when no words leave your mouth and your feet still stand frozen in place.</li><li>you don't even <em>want</em> to get started on his voice<em>. </em>you can feel your face burning hotly when his voice—oh god, it's absolutely <em>charming</em>—asks you with a chuckle, "you alright there, sweetheart?"</li><li>your friends have to order in place of your silence, and they don't hold back at all on the teases even <em>after</em> you had walked away from his stand (and ignored the touch of his fingertips on yours when giving you your order, but nobody needs to know about that). you groan in defeat and hide your face in your hands as they tell you <em>"i told you so"'s.</em></li><li>you can't even deny how goddamn attractive he is.</li><li>unfortunately (or fortunately?) you don't stop thinking about him during the whole entirety of the time you spend at the amusement park. the thought of his voice and entrancing looks are still on your mind when you go on rides, enter gift-stores, and participate in non-stop chatting with your friends.</li><li>at some point you realize that the time went by fast and it's already closing time, deciding to take a bottle of water for the drive home.</li><li>it's almost a coincidence that all of the restaurants are closed and the only open place with free water is the churro food stand.</li><li>you can barely manage a stable voice when you ask him for water and he tips his uniform cap adorably at you, sending you a gentle smile as you avert your gaze nervously. you consider yourself incredibly lucky that you get to hear his voice one last time when he says, "have a wonderful night."</li><li>it takes you half an hour into the drive home that there's a message on the napkin he handed to you: it's his name, number (which makes you smile at the fact that he has also taken an interest in you), and a neatly written <em>"have a safe trip home!"</em> next to a tiny smiley-face.</li><li>when you show it to your friends, one of them excitedly nudges you while the other one raises their eyebrows at you.</li><li><em>"you got it from him just now? didn't you see him writing it down when we bought churros in the afternoon?"</em></li><li>you sink into your chair at the realization, a flattered and surprised feeling overtaking you.</li><li>he willingly waited for you for the whole day— hoping that you would come back a second time so he could give you the napkin.</li></ul><blockquote><strong>scaramouche:</strong> <em>the fake boyfriend for the day.</em></blockquote><ul><li>you're lucky that a part of scaramouche actually likes you a whole lot and hates it when you're upset, so he plays the role as the "fake boyfriend" for you just so the people around you will get off your back about your love life.</li><li>besides, how hard can it be to be handsy and lovey-dovey with you while pushing down his real romantic feelings for a day?</li><li>apparently <em>very</em> difficult. because unfortunately for him, the smile on your face and your arm linked around his warms the tips of his ears embarrassingly to the max.</li><li>the point of the trip to the amusement park together is to take selfies of your "relationship" to post on your social medias. you tell scaramouche to do his usual job of staying frowny and grumpy, laughing when he just flatly deadpans at you.</li><li>you pull out your phone to take a picture every time you guys visit a place to eat, go in line for a ride or shop, and when there is a beautiful scenery behind you two— but it's too bad scaramouche can barely even handle the first time you take a picture.</li><li><em>"c'mon scara,"</em> you whine, and said male has to move his gaze from your face to the little dog running behind you to prevent himself from blushing. "just one picture!"</li><li>"i'm not letting you hand-feed me for a picture that you're posting online," scaramouche blankly replies. he can only sigh in defeat when you clasp your hands together, stubbornly leaning forward in your seat as you desperately beg for him since it would be the most convincing picture of all.</li><li>he internally prays in his mind that you don't see the cherry blush on his cheeks as he leans forward with closed eyes, cursing under his breath as you giggly spoon-feed him your ice cream.</li><li>going into a gift store is an absolute nightmare for scaramouche: you grab every cute, matching headband you see and tuck it onto the both of your heads, taking selfies with a grin on your face and a glare on his. you become <em>that</em> couple at the amusement park with matching shirts, headbands, and even the drinks in your hand are the same flavor in the same cup style.</li><li>at first scaramouche absolutely dreads it— he thinks it's because of the stupid get-up you put him in, but then he realizes it's because it's fake. he wishes, desperately, that you two could be in a romantic relationship for real.</li><li>but right now, just seeing the excited expression on your face makes him feel a bit satisfied too. he'll do it for you if it makes you happy.</li><li>so when you two take a picture together with a breath-taking sunset in the background, scaramouche smiles for the first time during the whole day. it's so small that you don't even notice the unique sight until you look through your gallery with a gasp, nudging at him with a giddy look on your face.</li><li><em>"you know, i probably won't post this picture,"</em> you whisper, comfortably sitting next to scaramouche on a bench.</li><li>not noticing his back stiffening as you casually lean your head onto his shoulder, he slowly breathes out a "why?"</li><li>"because i want this memory saved just for the two of us." you turn towards him and scaramouche's face softens at the happy look on your face. "and then next time, we can do it for real."</li></ul><blockquote><strong>xiao:</strong> <em>the pining rollercoaster co-worker.</em></blockquote><ul><li>your co-worker is so pretty that you can't even look at him for more than ten seconds. and that fact is embarrassing.</li><li>how did he dye his hair so <em>nicely?</em> if you weren't so flustered around him you would ask, the raven hair strands of his matching the dark green ones. they stray everywhere neatly, and you once choked on your water when he came to work one day with clear round-framed glasses.</li><li>when you started working at the amusement park he didn't interact with you at all (much to your chagrin), but the moment you volunteered to yell out instructions to rollercoaster riders for him, he became your closest friend. every time you check in for work you expect your throat to be dry at the end of the day from yelling out "make sure to not pull your phones out during the ride!" over and over.</li><li>working besides xiao is comfortable despite the loud chatter from the people around you— he's quiet and doesn't bother with small talk, doing his job right away and simply nodding towards you when he's done. you have to admit that a pang of jealousy hits you every time someone boldly hits on him or asks him out, but you know a guilty-type of relief will always end up overcoming you when he just stares them down and rejects them straightforwardly.</li><li>but to him, <em>you're</em> the oblivious one, not noticing the glares he sends to those who flirt with you when you help put their seatbelts on. you also stand right beside him when he controls the rollercoaster panel, completely unaware of his blush from the proximity of your figures as you look off to the distance.</li><li>you don't even realize how nervous he gets every time he buys drinks for you during your shared breaks, your thankful smile and excited steps of your feet making his poor heart feel like some giddy teenager.</li><li>you look attractive to him even in the boring rollercoaster worker uniform, the colors complimenting you way too well for his liking. xiao even dips his head a bit forward whenever he sees you to hide the blush that's abruptly rising onto his face.</li><li>the amount of times you have also sat right next to him in the break room makes him redden, nonchalantly talking to him as you swing your legs back and forth while looking at your phone.</li><li>maybe, just <em>maybe</em>, he will be able to convince his feelings to you one day. definitely not today or tomorrow or the next day since he's almost sure that you don't return them at all, but maybe one day he'll get tired of just nodding to you when you greet him in the morning and tell you straightforward that he wants to wrap his arms around you as <em>his</em> good morning.</li><li>maybe one day he will stop being a hopeless, pining idiot and tell you that he loves the way your fingertips touch when he hands you your favorite drink that he had just bought.</li><li>maybe one day, <em>you</em> will stop being the oblivious one and will tell him that you feel flustered by the way he nudges your foot as a silent message every time you guys wait for the rollercoaster to come back to finish its ride.</li><li>but for now you keep to yourself, because you can't help but love this feeling of being in love. as embarrassing as it sounds, you still love being flushed around him and stuttering your words and phrases. you love the way you don't have to say that you love his glasses look, just waiting every morning to see if he'll come in with a surprise or just in his normal uniform. you love the way he pulls your hand in his warm one to put your favorite drink in it when you don't notice his calls of your name.</li><li>maybe one day you will just confess, once and for all.</li></ul><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>— rushed kisses.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><strong>scaramouche</strong></blockquote><ul><li>you met scaramouche when he entered your doctor's office for the first time, and you accidentally hit him straight in the jaw while pulling out an adhesive bandage roll.</li><li>you haven't met the sixth harbinger before, being a new healer that had just joined the fatui— you didn't consider what role scaramouche could be when you only mumbled an <em>"oops" </em>to return the ill-mannered attitude he was having since he stepped into the doorway.</li><li>it pretty much just resulted in you and scaramouche having a full-on argument in your office, even as you patched up nervous put-on-the-spot fatui agents.</li><li>as time passed by, though, you got so used to scaramouche just coming into your office, whether it be to: annoy you, reprimand you, or ask for you to heal him even if he could do it himself.</li><li>the tsaritsa is the happiest person standing on teyvat when she finds out you two start dating; la signora and dottore win the most surprised award while childe earns the <em>"yay-i-get-to-bother-the-shit-out-of-them"</em> award</li><li>you don't know how it started yourself; just seeing him so often and casually in your office got your heart naturally set on him, and the way the tips of his ears burn when you get close up to his figure to heal him doesn't go unnoticed.</li><li>you're also surprised when at some point in the relationship, scaramouche gets extremely touchy and open with his feelings.</li></ul><div>"scara," you manage to say, interrupted by your own giggles as he cups your jaw tightly but gently in his hands. scaramouche presses rushed, eager kisses all over your face— on your cheeks, eyelids, forehead, nose, and <em>especially</em> your lips.<br><br></div><div>you guess it's partially your fault for wrapping your arms around his neck in the first place.<br><br></div><div>"don't you dare get into any trouble while i'm gone," he grumbles between giving kisses, still holding you close even as you keep laughing from his ticklish and warm touch. scaramouche completely ignores the anxious fatui agent in the doorway of your office, fumbling for the sixth harbinger's attention to go on a mission.<br><br></div><div>"m-my lord," he stammers while hesitantly fidgeting in his position. "we have to go... tsarita's u-urgent orders..!"<br><br></div><div>you say with a grin, "c'mon scara, you gotta go." you press your own kiss against his forehead as he grunts with a complaint under his breath. he sends a sharp glare over his shoulder right at the agent, making another amused sound bubble out of you. "i promise i'll be right here when you get back."<br><br></div><div>"yeah, you better be," he retorts with a scoff, but his gaze is soft as it lands on you.<br><br></div><div>even as he turns towards the door—while narrowing dark eyes at the agent— you smile at the fact of him being a puddle of emotions in front of you, despite his usual stoic intimidating self. la signora was right when she told you that you got him wrapped around your finger.<br><br></div><div><em>well... one more kiss wouldn't hurt,</em> you stubbornly think as you step forward, turning scaramouche back around by the shoulder and pressing one last kiss to his blushing cheeks.<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>xiao</strong></blockquote><ul><li>for someone who seems to hate mortals and interaction, he sure loves to kiss you and hug you a whole lot.</li><li>he won't go to the extent of kissing you in front of others though—<em>but</em> there was a time you kissed xiao in front of zhongli, and the tips of his ears burned as he just let you do it</li><li>with his busy duties as an adeptus, you're usually in wangshuu inn or liyue harbor when he isn't around. the time you do spend together is mostly at nighttime, where the both of you are routinely free in your schedules.</li><li>there are times where, in between going out and saving those who need help, xiao teleports back to you with the need and want for touch.</li></ul><div>holding your teapot in one hand and a vase in the other, you're trying to debate whether the qingxin flowers you picked earlier today with ganyu and shenhe (and the ones you managed to hide from their urge to eat) would fit on your nightstand in xiao's room or in your teapot. you set the teapot onto the ground and pulled the flowers out of your bag, gently setting them into the vase and onto your dresser.<br><br></div><div>almost dropping the vase, you perk up and turn around at the sound of sudden, but recognizable footsteps from the doorway. seeing that your assumption of xiao coming back was right, you excitedly smile and step towards him.<br><br></div><div>"great timing! i need to ask you—"<br><br></div><div>you are interrupted as xiao closes the distance with quick strides, his lips abruptly meeting yours in an obvious rush. your eyes widen at the sudden touch, stumbling backwards before xiao's hand holds onto your elbow to pin you into place for him.<br><br></div><div>"sorry," he mutters while pulling away, not actually sorry at all as he shamelessly leans back forwards to chase for your touch. your heart skips as his hold moves from your elbow to the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer to deepen the intimate kiss even as you squeak in surprise.<br><br></div><div>you can tell that xiao needs to go somewhere else quickly from the way he's still holding his polearm in his other hand, but you can't say anything about it as he keeps pressing more kisses onto your lips. he gives up on keeping you in place and instead steps forward again, all the way until your back hits the dresser and he satisfyingly gets to kiss you even more.<br><br></div><div>after a few more moments he (unfortunately) pulls away, the tips of his ears evidently a burning red while placing his lips onto your forehead as a final goodbye. you don't even get to say anything again as he disappears into thin air, back to his adepti duties with the taste of sweet honey still in your mouth.<br><br></div><div>even when xiao is gone, your heart can't help but keep racing in the mist of his presence.<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title> fluffy smut w/Scara ?</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>You and Scaramouche get ready for tonight's event. He's coming to your workplace to support you in the upcoming program where they would announce and give awards to workers who have done an incredible job.<br><br></div><div>"I really hope I get atleast one prize" You say nervously as Scaramouche backs up the car.<br><br></div><div>He was focusing on driving but he still speaks to you "Don't worry. You've been working your ass so hard, if they don't give you an award, I'll make a scene"<br><br></div><div>You laughed loudly and gently slapped his shoulder, "Scara! You meanie" he laughed too and started driving away after backing up.<br><br></div><div>"Can you tell me where to go again? I haven't been there for a while" he said, looking at you every spare second he can<br><br></div><div>You hummed yes and said "Of course, it's not that far anyway"<br><br></div><div>He sighed "Everybody's going to be so jealous of me" squeezing your hand for a little bit "You look hella stunning and sexy tonight"<br><br></div><div>You smiled, feeling your heartbeat race "They're going to be jealous of me. Wondering how I landed such a handsome hot guy"<br><br></div><div>"I know right" he laughed and you did too, he said "I'm serious, you look so gooood. I might not be able to hold myself tonight so don't seduce me, just looking at you makes me want to do it"<br><br></div><div>You immediately blush, you can go along with his jokes but he always wins, making you feel excited and nervous at the same time.<br><br></div><div>You conversed for a while you tell him which way to go. Soon enough you were near the building. You paid the parking fee and found the perfect spot.<br><br></div><div>"I think we're way too early" you tell him, opening your door and seeing just a few cars there "The party starts at nine. It's still 8:30. We can wait"<br><br></div><div>"Yeah yeah, this is perfect" he said as you go back in the car<br><br></div><div>"I'll set the alarm right now. Why's it perfect though?" you asked with a confused face, then he suddenly just kissed you.<br><br></div><div>Gently at first but then he became rough, rubbing your breast above your black leather dress. He was breathing hard, saying "Fuck you're so beautiful, I've been wanting to kiss you for ages"<br><br></div><div>You giggled before kissing him aggressively, slowly moving and sitting above him "You think you're the only one?"<br><br></div><div>He smirked, pulling your thighs closer to his body while you sit on top of him. He caressed your ass before inserting his tongue on your mouth, playing with yours.<br><br></div><div>Because you were sitting legs spread above him and your dress was tight, it automatically folded up, showing your thongs "Scara" you whispered on his ear, kissing and licking it.<br><br></div><div>He was enjoying rubbing and pinching your ass, sometimes stretching your thongs up and letting it hit your skin, he whispered "I want to fuck you right now" he moved your ass so your crotch can grind on his erect cock "Feel that? It needs you"<br><br></div><div>You moan on his neck as you kiss it "But we're about to go" you kept kissing his neck then his lips, rubbing his torso then his dick "You got big in a second"<br><br></div><div>You hear and feel his hot breaths on the side of your neck while you grind on top of him "God .. I told you I wouldn't be able to hold myself back" you look at him and he's clearly intoxicated, just like you "I should've fucked you earlier at the house before going"<br><br></div><div>You giggled, pulling his zipper down "You should have" his erect cock springing up.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche adjusted his seat so it'd be easier for the both of you to move "That's it baby girl" he bent his head, cupping both your breasts "Big" he groaned, feeling good while you stroke his length.<br><br></div><div>Just when thing are getting even sexier, your phone rang, it surprised the both of you so you hit your head on the car "Ow"<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche immediately rubbed your head "You alright? Who's calling?" you fix yourself up and sit back to your seat, fixing your dress. Scaramouche pulled his zipper up "Damn it, almost" he sighed, disappointed.<br><br></div><div>"It's my co-worker" You said, looking at Scaramouche if you could answer it and he nodded. You answered the phone and felt Scaramouche rubbing your thighs. You look at him and he licked the top of his lip with a smirk.<br><br></div><div>You cleared your throat "Hey, Ganyu .. I—" you're trying your best to speak properly. Scaramouche's hand was already inside your dress as he licked your neck from the side "Y-Yeah, sure I'll be t—here" Scaramouche continued, sliding a finger inside your pussy which made you squeal "I-I'm fine" you look at Scaramouche, with a face that's begging him to stop.<br><br></div><div>He leaned in and whispered quietly "Then why are you so wet right now?" he nibbled on your ear before pulling back. He inserted another finger, making you squirm. He went at a fast pace, not caring if you get caught.<br><br></div><div>You felt so good but tried your hardest not to moan or make any improper sounds. You hold onto Scara's arm as he fingers your wet hole, your grasp on the phone became tighter. It felt so hot doing it, with the thrill of not getting caught.<br><br></div><div>"G-Ganyu, I'll be there just wait for me. I'm — I'm — cumming!" You end the phone call before you could scream the cumming part. You breathed heavily, staring at Scaramouche as you put your phone in your purse "Shit, Scaramouche— you" you quickly kiss him, hungrily, basically shoving your tongue in his.<br><br></div><div>He pulled back and said "We gotta go" he sighed "Dammit. I'll fuck your brains out later, you'll see" he said, fixing up, you put your lipstick again and fixed your make up before going out of the car.<br><br></div><div>The both of you walk towards the entrance with him squeezing your ass from time to time with a chuckle. Before going to the main hall of event, the both of you go the the bathroom to fix and clean yourselves up.<br><br></div><div>—</div><div>"Holy fuck. This place is magical" He said, looking at the interior. You giggle at his remark, just then Ganyu went up to you with a worried look.<br><br></div><div>She observed you "I thought something bad has happened. You really didn't sound well on the phone and it just suddenly cut off"<br><br></div><div>You and Scaramouche looked at each other then to Ganyu, you think of an excuse to give her "The signal was very very bad. I apologize for making you worry"<br><br></div><div>She breathed a sigh of relief "That's good to hear. Here I'll take you to your seats" you followed her, holding Scara's hand.<br><br></div><div>—</div><div>"The food is so good here" You tell Scaramouche, he just kept staring at you, sometimes you would catch him and he would just smile at you.<br><br></div><div>Then a loud music was played. The program was starting. Not a moment later the host began, mentioning someone. While doing so, Scaramouche looks at you and rubs your thighs "I swear to God once this is over, you're all mine"<br><br></div><div>You smile at him, before you could reply to Scaramouche, your name was called. Both your eyes widen "Oh my God!" Scaramouche helped you stand up. You walked towards the stage and thank the host and everyone there. Apparently, you were the best.<br><br></div><div>The host hugged you, and congratulated you. You try to go back to your seat with a trophy in hand. But people started swarming you, congratulating you before you could reach Scaramouche.<br><br></div><div>"S-Sorry, I-I— Thank you, thank you" You try to answer and squeeze past them but it's no use. Then a guy stopped them, your co-worker.<br><br></div><div>"Please, give some space people" The man said, it was Childe "Geez, go back to your seats"<br><br></div><div>You thank him and try to leave but he pulled your hand "C-Childe, thank you but I gotta—"<br><br></div><div>"Congratulations. Do you have any plans tonight?" He asked, leaning a little bit closer.<br><br></div><div>You sigh "I'm with my boyfriend" you roll your eyes then you felt someone holding your hand. Scaramouche was here, glaring at Childe "Meet Scaramouche"<br><br></div><div>"Thank you and goodbye" Scaramouche said, pulling you away from Childe, you waved bye, clenching your trophy.<br><br></div><div>As soon as you both sat down, Scaramouche kissed you and said "Congratulations, I'm so proud of you"<br><br></div><div>You giggle "Thank you, you better get me something <em>big</em>" you smirked, insinuating something<br><br></div><div>He caressed your cheek and kissed it, he whispered something before leaning back "Oh you will alright"<br><br></div><div>—</div><div>Hours later, it was almost midnight. You and Scaramouche held hands as you said bye to all your co-workers. They were having an after party but in all seriousness, you'd rather spend time with Scaramouche. He did ask you if you wanted to go though. You were also wearing his coat since it got cold too fast.<br><br></div><div>It was quite dark in the parking lot and there are a few people left there. "Scara, I'll just put the trophy in the back, it might break if we put it with us in the front" he nodded, opening the doors. While you bend a little bit forward to put the trophy, you felt something in your butt, you look back and see Scaramouche standing behind you, slightly rubbing his crotch on your ass "Scaramouche, someone might see"<br><br></div><div>"Nobody is here" he chuckled, grabbing your waist "That man tried to ask you out earlier, was that Childe?"<br><br></div><div>You try to keep a straight face, the truth was you were starting to feel good, even if he's just jokingly grinding against you. You stand up and push your ass a little, feeling his cock harden "Y-Yeah"<br><br></div><div>"Oooh" He smirked, placing his hands on your waist, rubbing it and pushing himself "The one always flirting with you at work?"<br><br></div><div>You nodded, raising your arms and wrapping it around his neck "Yeah" you close your eyes and grind your ass on his bulge, you turn around and face him.<br><br></div><div>He immediately planted a kiss on you "Well poor him, I've got you all to myself" he gently pushed you, both of you entering the car "Get in, it's about to get wild in here"<br><br></div><div>He closed the car door behind him, crawling on top of you "Fuck yes, been waiting for forever" he took his tie off, which looked so sexy especially when you're under him, watching the show. He took his polo shirt off and unbuckled his pants, you watch his cock spring up. You gulped, nervous but excited. You take your shoes off and spread your legs.<br><br></div><div>"All yours" you last words before he went in and kissed you, he pulled your thong and took it off, it felt cold on your pussy but not for long. He didn't even warn you, he inserted two fingers in your hole, pumping at a fast pace, making you moan in a matter of minutes "S-Scaramouche— mhhm"<br><br></div><div>He inserted his tongue playing with yours, grunting and breathing hard. He was like a wild hungry beast, feasting on his prey "Fuck" he whispered, licking and sucking on your neck "You're so beautiful, I could just do this forever"<br><br></div><div>You try to hear what he keeps saying to you but his fingers on your hole just felt too good "Gh— Shit!" you raise your other hand, trying to grab something, hoping it would keep you on your toes, while your other hand embraces Scaramouche as he begin to go down on your breasts, licking your cleavage "Scaramouche— oh my god, just put your cock in me" your eyes roll upwards, a moaning mess you were from just his two fingers and his licks, saliva dripping on your mouth. It's not only him who'd been waiting for forever, you've been wet down there since earlier.<br><br></div><div>"Your breasts are so soft" he used his other hand to pull your clothes, revealing your breasts. He started lixking and sucking on your nipples the moment he'd seen them. Making you moan and squirm.<br><br></div><div>Both your moans filled the car. You were starting to squirm violently that the car started moving up and down. When people outside see it, they's immediately know what was going on.<br><br></div><div>"Scaramouche" You moaned, your eyes closed, feeling all the kinds of pleasure he was giving you on your pussy and on your breasts "Just fuck me, p-please!! I can't take it anymore"<br><br></div><div>He looked at you first before leaning back, he pulled both his fingers out, it was full of your slick, you panted as he licks his fingers clean. He kneeled before your pussy while you lay down under him, he held both your knees and spread them, positioning himself "My baby's saying please? Now I can't get enough of it" he stretched your legs and places it above his shoulders<br><br></div><div>You clench your teeth, "P-Please, just put it in" you averted your gaze, thinking if you looked good while he stares down at you. Now that he's not doing anything and it's quite quiet, you start feeling a little self conscious.<br><br></div><div>That feeling didn't last long because he made it even more embarrassing "Put what in?" he start to pump himself up and down, rubbing his tip on your clit. Your dress folded upwards again, he just loved seeing you in that tight dress since it embraces your curves. He closes his eyes as he moans, you did too.<br><br></div><div>"Your cock" You moaned, feeling the tip of his dick slide on your very wet clit "Put your cock inside me" you start caressing your own breasts, rubbing your erect nipples.<br><br></div><div>You immediately felt full because he inserted his cock inside you, not even slowing down "Fuck, so tight for me" he grunted, thrusting in and out of your pussy. Rubbing your thighs that was above his shoulders, making his cock go deeper inside you. Your sweat mixing with each other.<br><br></div><div>The car was violently moving at this point but the both of you didn't even care. He pulled his dick out and flipped you, making you bend on all fours, doggy style "I want to see your ass" he smacked it before slamming himself inside of you again.<br><br></div><div>You scream, feeling the tip of his cock on your womb "Faster, Scaramouche, go faster" you scream, your hand on the window, your nipples rubbing on the seat of the car.<br><br></div><div>His thrusts became more violent. Your legs fall off of his shoulders, making you kind of comfortable. He was pounding inside you, making sure you take all of him in, you even started moving forward, to avoid banging your head on the car door, you start moving up instead, your breasts pushing and rubbing on the car window.<br><br></div><div>"I-I'm close— fuck I don't want to stop" he grunted, smacking your ass "You're smoking"<br><br></div><div>You let your breasts rub on the window because it felt good, your moans were uncontrollable and you were also feeling your high "Don't stop Scara—" you try to move with the same rythm as he did, pushing his cock deeper inside your pussy "I'm cumming" his grip on your ass tightened, a sign that he was about to come.<br><br></div><div>You started shivering, feeling too good "C-Cumming, I'm cumming, fuck Scaramouche I'm cumming!!" you yell out loud, losing all of your energy.<br><br></div><div>He continued "Shit, me too" with one final thrust, he leaned in and kissed your back, then came. It felt hot inside you. He took some time before pulling out, making sure his cum went inside you.<br><br></div><div>You both sat down properly, completely tired "Finally" he panted, he tried to catch his breath first before holding your hand "I love you so much right now"<br><br></div><div>You wiped your sweat "I love you too" he tried to help you pull your dress to cover your breasts and pull it down to cover your vagina.<br><br></div><div>"Don't wear underwear, I'm not done fucking you in that dress" he said, kissing your forehead "Give me time, I'll do so much better than what I did" he smirked, putting all of his clothes on.<br><br></div><div>You both went out of the car and sat in the front, he started the car and looked at you "I'm so crazy for you"<br><br></div><div>You giggled at his remark "Me too, you know that. My —" you point to your crotch "Feels cold"<br><br></div><div>He held your hand, backing the car up "It'll feel like it's burning later, let's go home first, it's getting late"<br><br></div><div>When you get home, as soon as he closed the front door, he started it again, not even waiting for the lights to open.<br><br></div><div>End 🌸</div><div>Meanwhile, the broken trophy sit in the car, you didn't even noticed that you broke it when you were screaming at Scaramouche to go even faster.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Cinnamon Sugar Waffle (“I change my mind, I like you, okay?”) [MODERN AU]</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Scaramouche&nbsp;</strong></div><div>The two of you were like two opposites that were drawn together. People always wondered why someone like you would associate with someone like him. Charming and agreeable Y/N with gruff and harsh Scaramouche.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The door to your classroom slides open with a loud CLACK, revealing none other than him. His uniform is untucked, he could get a demerit for that, his school bag thrown over his shoulder haphazardly. All eyes are on him. He might be smaller in stature compared to the other boys, but his presence was immense.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>His eyes land on you.<br><br></div><div>“Oi, idiot, hurry up, get going,” He throws his thumb over his shoulder to signal he was going ahead. Your classmates look at you. Some of them surprised, some with pity in their eyes, some just amused. “H-Hey! Wait!” You scramble to pack your bag, just shoving everything you needed in there and ran out after him. “Scara!!” He wasn’t very far off, but you still pant when you reach him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Tsk, you’re always so slow,” you frown and glare a little, “It’s because I have to think carefully which books I need to take home!” You glance at his bag, he’s holding it as if nothing’s in there. “Unlike you who doesn’t even take his homework seriously!” You chide and he smirks.<br><br></div><div>“Oho, when did you start getting feisty?”<br><br></div><div>“...Maybe because I spend too much time with you,” you mutter but he clearly hears it and he cackles. “Now you’re complaining? We’ve seen each other in diapers,”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He’s relentless with his teasing remarks and harsh comments. But you were the only one who could really take them. You knew he never meant any harm.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Today after school was quite special. He was going to get a new guitar, and you had to come with to help him choose. He’s had his old one for years and he finally saved up enough to get a new one. “...and then Tartaglia, that asshole, broke his drumsticks,” he was talking about his bandmates. You’ve met them before, a group of weird individuals who had their own little quirks. It was a little intimidating. Scaramouche didn’t seem too happy about you meeting them, actually.<br><br></div><div>“Maybe this one...?” He picks out another guitar, by this point it’d been nearly an hour of looking. You tilt your head at it and shake your head. “No, mmm... how about...” You look around the music store, rows and rows of acoustic and electric guitars that passing your vision. “Oh! That one!” You point at a dark purple acoustic guitar, with a matte finish. “Looks like it’d suit you,”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>So he takes that one, and tries it out before deciding on it. You watch him play a calming melody on it. It was strange. How he was always so rough and sometimes loud but when he played the guitar he was a totally different person. Well... except when he was using an electric one.<br><br></div><div>It was that guitar he ended up taking to band practice the next day. Little did he know that you’d also prepared an extra gift for him weeks before. A customized guitar pick, purple too, with his name painted and glossed on it. They were supposed perform in the school festival soon, and it was his first performance, so you thought it would be a good gift.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I don’t like Y/N like that,” you stopped at the door leading to the band room, it was slightly ajar, enough for you to hear everything. You didn’t tell him you were coming. “It’s disgusting, we’re practically siblings,” you step away from the door instinctively when you hear some of his band mates laughing. “So you’re okay if I go ask her out right now?” you don’t quite know who asks, but Scaramouche scoffs “Go ahead, the hell I care,”<br><br></div><div>Your hold on the small velvet pouch where the guitar pick was in tightens. Turning away to walk back to your classroom, it doesn’t quite hit you that you were extremely hurt until it was nearly time to go home. He’d walk home with you, like always, but today, you wanted to disappear before he even arrived at your classroom.<br><br></div><div>The door to your classroom once again opens with a loud CLACK. “Oi, idiot, I told you to hurry--” his eyes scan the classroom. Once, twice and another time. Then his shoulders slump.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You’re not there.<br><br></div><div>Strange.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You never walked back by yourself. It was always with him. His face contorts into an annoyed glare, a irk mark would form on his forehead. He slams the classroom door close, and sprints towards the shoe lockers. He pants as he looks around and gets even more annoyed when he doesn’t find you there either. He whips his phone out and dials your number.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You didn’t answer. Not even when he called three times.<br><br></div><div>“What the... I swear--” He grumbles and ends up walking home by himself. The walk home was quiet. It was a little...empty. Even when he arrives home and rests his guitar on the wall, it’s a little strange. It’s incomplete. He can’t think of anything except you and it pisses him off. He clicks his tongue again and takes his phone out, attempting to call you once again.<br><br></div><div>Nothing.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He face plants on his desk. “The hell... is she avoiding me...?” What did he do wrong? Just yesterday you’d picked out the guitar for him, this morning you seemed totally fine too and he didn’t see you in the afternoon--<br><br></div><div>His head perks up.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>‘So you’re okay if I go ask ‘em out right now?’<br></em><br></div><div>Without thinking much about it he dials Tartaglia’s phone. His band mate picks up with a cheerful, “What’sup?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Did you ask Y/N out?” Scaramouche immediately asks. Tartaglia laughs on the other line, “Yeah, I did! I walked home with ‘em today!” Scaramouche stiffens up. You walked home with someone else other than him today. Why did that bother him so much? “A-And? That’s it?” Scaramouche further asks.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“We’re going on a date tomorrow after school, I broke my drumsticks, remember? They’re gunna help me pick new ones!” Scaramouche nearly drops his phone in shock. You... were going to help someone else with their shopping. He grips his phone tight and presses it into his ear harshly.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Someone else was going to enjoy your presence.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Someone else was going to get to see your stupid thinking face while you try to pick out something.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;Pretty soon you’d be hitting and punching Tartaglia’s shoulder instead of his.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“...Yo? Scaramouche?” Tartaglia notes the long silence on the other line. Scaramouche snaps back to reality. “...No,”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Huh?” Tartaglia asks.<br><br></div><div>“No, you’re not taking Y/N out!” He ends the call and sprints out of his room, racing down the stairs to the front door, jumping on one foot while trying to pull his shoes on. Your house was nearby. He’d be damned before he lets you date Tartaglia.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The sharp DING DONG startles you. You’re not even out of your uniform yet and your parents weren’t home. “Coming!” you shout and open the door without thinking much of it.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche has his hands on his knees, panting. Your mouth opens in wonder, watching him catch his breath. “You--” gasp “Did you--” gasp “agree to go on a date with that asshole?!” he whips his head up to glare at you and you reel back a little. “Uhm, what? No...?” you respond, wondering what in the world was happening.<br><br></div><div>“Bullshit! Don’t lie to me!”<br><br></div><div>You furrow your eyebrows at that and yell back “I’m not lying to you! Did you come here just to yell at me?!” Scaramouche is taken aback. You never take that tone towards him. “I’m going back in,” you turn away from him and pull the door to close it, but he wedges his foot in to stop you. “Oi! I’m here to talk to you damnit!”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“About what?” You glare at him through the small gap at the door. “About why you didn’t wait for me after-school!”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I wasn’t feeling well so I went home quickly!”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Seriously, stop lying to me!”<br><br></div><div>“...Scara...”<br><br></div><div>Once again he’s surprised at the change of voice level. Suddenly he could&nbsp; barely hear you, and you wouldn’t look him in the eye. “Could you just leave me alone for today? Please?”<br><br></div><div>There’s a moment of silence between the two of you, and it aches. The fact that he has never been without you hits him so hard that there’s a little bit of panic in his veins. “...J-Just.. Just today,” he says, as if trying to convince you and himself that everything would be back to normal tomorrow. There must be a reason why this was happening, so he came to terms with letting you handle it yourself for now. He moves his foot away and your door closes almost immediately.<br><br></div><div>He stays there for a while, feeling shut out and slightly lost. He sighs to himself, taking his phone out as he decides to go home. There’s a message from Tartaglia.<br><br></div><div><em>“Dude, I was just joking. Don’t get your underwear in a twist,”&nbsp;<br></em><br></div><div>He growls under his breath and swears he’ll knock some sense into Tartaglia tomorrow.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>But when tomorrow came, and as he sat at the band room absentmindedly strumming on his guitar, he found that he didn’t have the mood to do so. He couldn’t find you in the morning. He couldn’t find you in lunch time. There was a certain fear deep in him that he wouldn’t be able to find you anymore, at all.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>After-school, he tries again, he even runs to your classroom, but you weren’t there. He walks home with defeat again today. By the end of the week on Friday, he’s anxious. He felt like he was losing you and it was driving him crazy. So, he took it upon himself to ring your doorbell again, this time your mother answered. “Oh, Scaramouche! Haven’t seen you in a while!”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche rubs the back of his neck... “Hi Mrs. (last name)... Is Y/N in?” He wasn’t a stranger in your house. After all, his mother and yours were good friends. That’s how the two of you became friends too. “Yeap, upstairs, just go on in, I’ll be in the kitchen.”<br><br></div><div>He’s nervous as he stands outside your door. It’s been four days that he hasn’t seen you, and yet it felt like forever. He knocks on your door and you easily say “Come in!” thinking it was your mother. He opens it to find you on your study desk, doing homework. You hadn’t noticed it was him, so he softly closes the door and just watches you concentrate.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Pen in your mouth, bad habit of yours, but he found it cute sometimes. The way your hair frames your face. The way your brows furrow when you’re focusing. “What is it--” You finally pick your head up and turn, then freeze.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“...Hey,” he sees you nervously swallow, and he wonders why. “Just... wanted to check in on you,” your put your pen down and nod, “Oh, yeah,” it’s awkward and he doesn’t know what to do with the silence. Neither did you. You didn’t quite expect this.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“What...What’s happening?” Scaramouche finally asks. You turn to your homework, explaining “Oh, I was just doing some algebra--”<br><br></div><div>“No, Y/N, to us. What’s happening to us?”<br><br></div><div>You bite the inside of your cheek.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“...Nothing. We just... Don’t you think we spend too much time together?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“So you don’t wanna hang out with me anymore?”<br><br></div><div>“That’s not what I said--”<br><br></div><div>“That’s exactly what you said,”<br><br></div><div>“I--” Finally you bury your face into your hands. It was hard for you too. To realize that you must like him more than just a friend. No matter how much you tried to deny it all you could hear was him saying ‘it’s disgusting,’&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“If I tell you will you leave me alone?”<br><br></div><div>“Depends,” he shrugs, even with his arms crossed. He’s starting to get pissed.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“It’s not digusting,” you start in a whisper. He tilts his head in confusion, eyes narrowing at you. “What?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I don’t think it’s disgusting, that I like you,” It takes him a while to piece things together. Where is this disgusting thing coming from? And did you just say that you like him? His forehead is seriously scrunched up now. “Why would it be disgusti--” it’s as if his brain realizes it in slow motion.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>“It’s disgusting, we’re practically siblings,”<br></em><br></div><div>“...That... That’s not really what I wanted to say that time...” Scaramouche slowly explains. Realizing that your reason for avoiding him was that you overheard that conversation. His hands clasp into fists. He doesn’t know why he’s so angry at himself.<br><br></div><div>“It doesn’t matter anyway Scaramouche, we’re just friends...” You mutter and continue doing your homework. “...I’ve told you, so can you leave me alone now?”<br><br></div><div>He opens his mouth to say something, but is unable to think of a valid reason. He’s angry, but mostly frightened. This is what it comes to? Is what he was thinking. This is where you and him part ways? Like this?&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Fuck this, I’m not leaving,” He plops on your floor stubbornly and glares at the back of your head. Your turn your head and incredulously stare at him. “What? You’re just gunna sit there? Fine, do that then,” and continue with your homework.<br><br></div><div>“Why are you so--ugh. Fine!!” He stands up again, but this time he stomps toward your table and looks you eye to eye. “Fine! That’s exactly what I said, alright? B-But--” he grits his teeth and there’s an expression of desperation in his eyes. “But I take it back! I hate it! I hate it when Tartaglia keeps messing with my head telling me he’s gunna ask you out! It’s not just him! I hate it when I think of you with someone else!” For a moment you think that there’s a little bit of gloss in his eyes. “I haven’t seen you in four days! It felt like forever! I-I can’t be JUST friends with you anymore, it sucks!”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Your eyes widen, your hand losing grip on your pen. “Go out with me,” Your jaw slowly opens in awe. Was he just doing this out of pity, or did he really feel that way? You take one look at his face and how he suffers and you know that it’s real. “I-Are you sure?” You ask and he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Were you even listening to anything I was saying? Yes, I’m sure. Didn’t you just say you like me too? Just say yes, damnit,”<br><br></div><div>There’s a slight peach on his cheeks, and he’s looked away, pretending that the wall was interesting. Your head leans forward and touches his shoulder, you close your eyes cause you feel like it might just be a dream that was happening too fast, but he hesitantly wraps one arm round your shoulders, and you’re still awake. “...Fine, I’ll go out with you.” You finally answer as if you were forced, but there was a smile on your face. He sighs in relief pushes you back and flicks your forehead, “Don’t pull that disappearing shit on me again, I swear,” &nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You laugh a little and scratch your cheek in embarrassment, explaining that you didn’t know how to face him. The two of you fall into conversation rather naturally again. It was easy, since the two of you had basically been in each other’s presence since you were young.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>In the next moment, you’re grabbing the velvet pouch with the custom guitar pick in it and hand it to him. “It’s a good luck gift, for your first performance,” You eagerly watch as he opens it, takes it out, and becomes silent. His eyes are tracing the shape of the pick, and he looks at his name, nicely written in the centre.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He can’t describe how happy he is, even if he didn’t show it. He thinks about using it on the school stage and gets a little giddy inside. You watch as his face starts to go red, then he covers his eyes and tilts his head back, possibly trying to hide his flushed face from you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Fuck, I should’ve asked you out a long time ago,”<br><br></div><div><strong>Diluc</strong></div><div>“Why not just ask Y/N?” Kaeya takes a sip of water while he converses with his brother, his eyes glinting as he follows every expression on the red-head’s face.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Y/N? I don’t think it’d work out,” he said in a rather nonchalant manner. They’re in his office. In the middle of dropping papers off to Diluc, Kaeya suddenly had a great idea for Diluc.<br><br></div><div>“It’s just to appease our mother. It doesn’t have to “work out”, brother,” He stands and leaves the glass of water behind. Diluc’s office was huge. The man had everything. A business inherited from his father. Wealth. And a thriving career. Everything... except one important thing, according to their mother.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>A girlfriend.<br><br></div><div>Diluc sighs as he looks through the papers. “I understand mother’s concerns... but I’m not really interested in that kind of thing at the moment... I’d really like it if I just went at my own pace.”<br><br></div><div>“Yeah, except you told her you found a girlfriend already!” Kaeya laughs at Diluc’s pissed off face. It was rare that his brother slipped up. He supposed that his brother was just too annoyed at their mother’s badgering, and finally, last time, during the family dinner. Diluc had blurted out, “I already have someone, mother,” Mostly because their mother was starting to make plans to arrange dates for Diluc.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“And now she’s dying to see her!” Kaeya laughs again, slapping his knee in the process. “Kaeya if you’re all done here, get out,” Diluc sighs again and sends his brother a glare. Kaeya shrugs and waves a hand behind him. “I’m tellin ya ‘Luc, just ask Y/N. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind pretending,”<br><br></div><div>What exactly did Kaeya mean that you ‘wouldn’t mind pretending’? Diluc wonders. The two of you were good friends since high school, but it wasn’t like it was anything more than friendship.<br><br></div><div>He’d forgotten about the whole ordeal while working. He didn’t really have time to think about how to fool his mother that he had a date. Him being him, he probably should really just tell his mother the truth: he didn’t have anyone. But how? How, when he takes a break from work and looks at his phone, he reads a message from his mother.<br><br></div><div>“I’m so excited to meet her! You’ll take her to tomorrow’s dinner right?”<br><br></div><div>And just like that Diluc deflates. This was such a bad idea. He should’ve just kept his mouth shut.<br><br></div><div>And so, that’s how he lands a phone call with you. You listen carefully as he explains the situation. Even laughed at it like Kaeya does and readily agree to be his “date” for the night. “Thanks, Y/N, I owe you one,” he says, phone wedged in between his shoulder and head, trying to open his car door. “Yep, you do! But uh...” you hesitate a bit. “I mean, you can’t keep fooling your mom like that...” You suggest. It really wasn’t his style, but you understood where he was coming from. Still, you had to point him to the right path.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Yeah... I’ll... figure that one out. I can’t quite imagine dating you for real anyway,” He said it offhandedly, but you were somehow secretly offended. You knew Diluc could be relaxed with his words when he was comfortable with someone, but still, it was a little surprising. Was it because he found you unattractive? Or your attitude was off? “Ahaha...” you managed to force a laugh out.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>When the dinner came around you wore a simple, pastel blue, a-line dress. Diluc picks you up at your house, he’s in a casual white, button up shirt, the top two buttons are undone though and his sleeves are rolled up, just for ease of driving. His pants are a dark brown, and his hair pulled up into the signature ponytail.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He looks so good that you wish the two of you weren’t pretending.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>As you slip into the front seat of his black sedan, he does a double take, noting that you’ve done yourself up. Not that he didn’t think you were pretty, but with a bit of makeup and your hair down, it was quite charming.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“So...what’s the rules?” You ask, smoothing your hair down, a little nervous. The thing is, you’ve already met Diluc’s family. Back in high school, when the three of you, with Kaeya, would do study sessions. It was mostly for Kaeya really. Diluc was pretty good with his studies. “Rules?” Diluc says as he finally pries his eyes away from you, focusing on the road. “You know, no kissing, no hand holding? Are all those allowed?” Diluc didn’t really think about that, he didn’t think there was a need for it. “I should be asking you that, I wouldn’t want to... impose,” he ends and you think about it for a while.<br><br></div><div>“It’s not like we’d have to do those things, right? Well... As for me, just don’t kiss me on the lips...” You shrug. He blinks at that, but agrees.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>When the two of you are outside of his house--a rather modern and big one, by the way--he holds his hand out for you and you take it, twining your fingers with his. The warmth was really inviting, and his hands were firm yet comfortable at the same time.<br><br></div><div>It was at that moment that you thought: This could be a mistake.<br><br></div><div>“Hello there dear--” The maid answers the door, but his mother is waiting too. His mother’s eyes slowly widen and a big smile appears on her face. “Well if it isn’t Y/N! Oh, darling, I haven’t seen you in a while! Goodness, if it wasn’t for you Kaeya would’ve failed his math exams, I remember that like yesterday,” His mother goes off on a tangent, and Diluc watches as you eagerly converse with her. The smile on your face is genuine, and he appreciates that, even though this was just an act, you still treated his family with respect and authenticity.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Well, well, look who it is,” Kaeya is the next one who greets you, hands crossed over his chest. You grin back at him, “Your Math tutor, at your service,” you curtsy at him playfully and he chuckles, putting his hand out to you. “May I escort you to our dining room?” You’ve been there before, but Kaeya is just being playful. As you lift your hand, about to accept Kaeya’s offer, you’re tugged backwards. You’d forgotten that your other hand was entwined with Diluc’s, and it was him who had tugged you away.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Kaeya’s eyebrow raises at his brother, though there’s a small glint in his eyes. “...I’ll take her there,” Diluc says quietly. “Oh? Well, suit yourself, brother,” Kaeya chuckles before disappearing into the large hallway, seemingly amused. Diluc doesn’t know what’s come over him. Seeing that you were about to hold Kaeya’s hand... It was a little unsettling. You blink up at him, wondering why he looked so lost in thought, still, you complimented him on his acting. “Wow, really playing the jealous part, huh?” You didn’t know that Kaeya was in on the act too.<br><br></div><div>Diluc is stunned into silence.<br><br></div><div>Jealous? He thinks to himself.<br><br></div><div>Since when? Is his second thought.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The incident repeats itself again, when Kaeya--Diluc is sure that he’s doing it on purpose now--tells you that “You have a little something over there,” the blue-haired man points at your cheek, maneuvers his hand so that it looks like he’s about to brush it off for you “Kaeya,” When Diluc looks at Kaeya, he already has a mischievous look on his face and is looking at Diluc eye to eye. “I’ll do it,” Diluc says, rather resentfully towards his brother, who smirks.<br><br></div><div>“Look over here, Y/N,” You turn your head towards Diluc, curiosity still evident in your eyes. There’s a small crumb on the side of your lips. He cups your cheek gently and brushes it away with his thumb. The act is intimate. So much that it brings a hue of pink on your cheeks.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>We’re just acting, you remind yourself, before continuing to eat. The dinner table is lively. Their father isn’t there, had to stay late at the office, it seems. “So that’s where you get your hardworking streak from,” When you turn to him with such a bright smile and admiration in your eyes he wonders if you’d always been this way. “...Yeah,” is the only thing he could breathily reply.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Well I think we’re ready for a little bit of dessert aren’t we?” Their mother says, “Oh, I actually brought a little something today,” You say, politely asking one of the maids to bring out the cookies you got. They’ve done so, and even arranged it on a plate properly. You’re reminded again of how posh Diluc’s household was. His mother gasps, “Are these the cookies from that bakery at the town fair? Oh these are marvellous!”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>And it dawns on Diluc all too suddenly.<br><br></div><div>You fit in so well.<br><br></div><div>It’s like you were part of the family.<br><br></div><div>Like it wasn’t all pretend.<br><br></div><div>He’s silent as he drives you back home while you were just excitedly chatting about how it was nice to see Kaeya and his mother again. He stops the car outside your house, but as you’re about to leave, pulling the lever to the car door, he speaks up. “...Can I take you out again?”<br><br></div><div>Your head whips back towards him, surprised. “Like, pretend, right?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>There’s a moment of silence, Diluc opens his mouth to speak but closes it again. Then your eyes widen. You know what he’s trying to say. “Not... pretend... I mean... for real,”<br><br></div><div>You sit back comfortably on the car seat, you feel like this is going to take a while to talk about. “But you... uh... you said you can’t quite imagine dating me for real...” You go back to the telephone conversation you had with him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He sighs at that and pushes his head back towards the car seat. “I--I don’t know why I said that, it’s just... We’ve been friends for a while, I just thought if something were to happen it should’ve happened a long time ago...” He rubs the side of his neck, not knowing where this conversation was going.<br><br></div><div>“Well, you never really asked me out, so I thought you weren’t interested...” You trail off, watching him be awkward with himself.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“...You mean to say if I asked you out in high school you would’ve said yes?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You’re silent for a moment, shifting in your seat slightly. Embarrassed of the high school crush confession you were about to make. “Well, yeah, I mean, you’re not bad...” You’re gorgeous, is what you wanted to say.<br><br></div><div>Diluc lets out a breathy laugh. But he doesn’t regret it. He hardly thought high school was the right time for that kind of thing. “Well, I’m asking you now, for real. Still interested?” He suddenly gets a confident streak in him, it’s like a little bit of Kaeya showing through, reminding you that they were indeed, brothers.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Hmmm... I don’t know, am I?” You playfully ask, smirking at him and pulling on the lever of the car door again, but before you push it open, you lean forward and land a quick kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for taking me out tonight, ‘Luc. Text me when you’re home safe,” you whisper and finally climb out of the car.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Rather than using words, Diluc realizes there were several other ways to express interest.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He absentmindedly thumbs the cheek you kissed, shy smile on his face as he watches you wave at him and enter your house.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>Xiao</strong></div><div>Classmates. Other than that, there was nothing much between the two of you. Though, one could say that you were one of the nicest girls in class. Very quiet. Focused. Took your work seriously. Friendly.<br><br></div><div>Xiao was exactly the same, except for the friendly part. He kept to himself, most of the time.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You started to notice that Xiao was always the last pick. Group projects. Pair Work. Even in PE. No one wanted him in their team. Either that, or they begrudgingly took him.<br><br></div><div>You didn’t quite understand why.<br><br></div><div>Sure, he kept to himself. He had a really sharp gaze in his eyes. Almost like it could cut through someone. But he hadn’t done anything to make anyone wary of him. He was just... quiet.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>So when you’d finally mustered up the courage one day, and presented with the opportunity when the teacher said “You need to work in pairs” you tapped his shoulder and asked with a small smile. “Wanna work together?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He was shocked. It was the first time that he got picked. Then, in the next second, the shocked expression was gone, replaced by a frown. Still, he said “Sure,”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You scheduled study sessions with him and he didn’t mind anything that you said at all. That project passed by smoothly and you came to know that he wasn’t a bad person. Just really quiet.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The next few projects went the same way.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Do you wanna be in our group?”<br><br></div><div>“Do you wanna be in our team?”<br><br></div><div>“We still have space for one more!”<br><br></div><div>It was always you who was asking. But still, because of that, people got to talking to him. In group settings, the other guys started to talk to him and he finally got to converse with other people. He didn’t think it would matter much to him, high school friendship, but he found that it was easier to survive and go through every day when he had companions. When he had someone who at least wasn’t repulsed by his presence.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Bye Xiao, see you tomorrow!” You wave at him as you walk home with your girl friends. He absentmindedly waves back at you, and gets up to get ready to go too, when one of the other guys slings their arm around Xiao’s shoulder, “We’re going to the arcade today, you should come!” He’s dumbfounded. Since when did he become accepted?<br><br></div><div>Every day, it’s as if life was a little easy on the shoulders for him. Suddenly he wasn’t alone. There were people around him who actually liked and understood his brooding ways. And in the centre of that?<br><br></div><div>His head turns to look at you huddled with your friends while you were eating lunch.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You opened up his world. He was quite sure of that.<br><br></div><div>But with his world opened up, not everything that came with it was good. High school came with a lot of different things. Both friends and enemies.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>His back slams on the wall as another classmate pushes him against it. “Now that you have friends you think you’re so cool, huh?”<br><br></div><div>Xiao only levels his gaze at the bully. “...I never said that,”<br><br></div><div>“You sure act like it!” And his jaw gets hit painfully, leaving him on the floor, lip bleeding.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The next morning he shows up to school with gauze plastered on his cheek. Lip bruised. You take a look at him but didn’t have the chance to ask. You only did so after-school, when you had the chance to walk up to him and ask. “Xiao, are you ok? Did something happen?” You ask.<br><br></div><div>He grits his teeth. He can’t help but be angry at you. If he had stayed as he was, like before, keeping to himself. This wouldn’t have happened. He shakes his head, not wanting to talk about it. Not wanting to talk to you. “...If someone’s bothering you maybe you should--”<br><br></div><div><strong>“Shut up.”<br></strong><br></div><div>His guy friends turn to listen to the conversation the two of you were having. Xiao is glaring at you with anger in his eyes. “Shut up. Leave me alone. Stop being so annoying all the time, I don’t need you watching over me!” You step back, face blank. “O-Oh, okay,” then, silently, you head back to your table and grab your bag, disappearing out of the door in moments.<br><br></div><div>“...A little harsh, I’d say,” Xingqiu says while patting Xiao’s shoulder. Xiao swerves his head to look at his group of guy friends. They’re still there and they’re all just looking at him and waiting.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Were they not deterred? Disgusted by what he just said? Shouldn’t they be leaving him alone now?<br><br></div><div>Gorou punches a fist on his own hand. “Alright, Xiao, we’ll beat you up later for yelling at Y/N like that, but right now let’s go find the guys that beat you up, eh?”<br><br></div><div>And then he understands. The world that you’ve opened up for him may have some bad things in them... but the good far outweighed it.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He instantly regrets snapping at you. “...S’not worth it...” Xiao says, rubbing his shoulder. Chongyun shrugs, “Well, the least you could do is point them out, so we can watch out for them next time,”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>How his friends knew that it was someone from school, he would never know, perhaps it was just their instinct.<br><br></div><div>The next few days is spent with Xiao stealing glances from you. You seem to be fine, still talking to your friends happily. Still, he can’t get the guilt off of his chest.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>When the next pair work presents itself Xiao turns around to try and ask you, but you’d already asked one of your girl friends. “Xiao, pair up with me,” Gorou says, and Xiao could only agree, eyes still watching you converse with your friend.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>His friends start to notice that he’s a little more miserable than normal, they figured it had something to do with you. “Have you apologized to her yet, Xiao?” Xingqiu asks as the group walks towards the town centre. “...No,” he averts his eyes. “Ah, so that’s why you’re so upset. She hasn’t talked to you in a week!” Gorou laughs and Xiao only glares at him. “...She seems to be fine, so I’ll leave it like that.”<br><br></div><div>“She might be fine, but are you?” Xingqiu yet again chides his friend. Xiao is hesitant to answer and that was an answer enough for the group of friends.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>So come Monday, when you were the student on duty, responsible for cleaning up the classroom and wiping the board clean before you go home. Xiao’s group of friends urges him to stay behind and help you. Xiao watches, slightly sweatdropping as Chongyun gives him a thumbs up from the door. Xingqiu waving a hand to “shoo” him away. Gorou grinning widely and mouthing “good luck!” as the three of them shut the door, leaving only you and him behind.<br><br></div><div>You hadn’t even noticed. You were just checking your books and bag, until you see another pair of shoes come into sight. Your eyes trail up and see Xiao there, looking away, yet seemingly wanting to say something.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“...Xiao?” You ask. Truth be told, you took what he said to heart but had the same thought process as him. He looked fine, so you left it at that. He mumbles something, but you couldn’t hear and politely ask him to repeat it.<br><br></div><div>“Sorry,” he repeats a little louder. “You’re not annoying,” he explains, and that was more than enough for you. You don’t question his reason for saying it, but he offers it up himself. “I was just... pissed off, that time,” you nod, accepting his explanation easily. “I’d never hate you,”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You straighten up a little at his words, wondering why your heart was starting to quicken. “You chose me when no one else did, so I... I’ll always...” There’s a hint of red on his cheeks, and he doesn’t meet your gaze, but his words are clear and sincere. “I’ll always cherish you for that,”<br><br></div><div>Something in your heart blooms. Something that you never knew was there. As you look at him, his face illuminated by the sunlight from the window, you can’t help but be in awe at how far he’s come.<br><br></div><div>And yet, for him, who’s looking at the sky slowly turning orange, he can’t help but be in awe at how much his life has changed ever since you accepted him.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>(Repost) The Ruthless Prince (Part 3) Scaramouche x fem!reader [Genshin Royal AU]</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Again! Left and right and sweep and twirl. 1 and 2 and 3 and twirl and stop!”<br><br></div><div>The instructor clapped her hand at the last step, signaling that the dance was over. You lost count of how many dances you were learning and how many times you’ve practiced. It just seemed like an endless loop now.<br><br></div><div>You sighed and dropped your hands to your side, walking over to an armchair and crumbling down into its softness. “Are you getting used to the princess life, milady?”<br><br></div><div>You were told that Abigail had been the events coordinator and the etiquette instructor in the castle for years. She was an aged woman who still looked energetic despite the several white hair in her otherwise brown locks. She was a commoner too. How she managed to become an important part of the castle, you would never know.<br><br></div><div>“…I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it, Abigail,” Aside from Scaramouche, she was the one person who you’d spent a lot of your time with. In a sense she was more of a companion than Scaramouche was, having seen you go through so much in the past three weeks of training, and actually being concerned about you.<br><br></div><div>“It will slowly fall into place, milady,”<br><br></div><div>‘Will it though?’ you thought to yourself while unglamourously melting into the armchair. Three weeks and no part of you, not even an inch of you felt comfortable where you currently were. Every waking morning you had to be worried about what kinds of things you had to face, what kinds of words will come out of the prince’s mouth.<br><br></div><div>At first you still had the tenacity of a lion when biting back at him with remarks, over time the more tired you became the more silent you were in his presence. There was no point trying to talk to him, you didn’t even know why you spent breakfast, lunch and dinner together since there was no real need to. There were no words uttered towards you, it was always him complaining about something or talking to Kuni about political affairs. In other words, you were merely decoration at the dining table.<br><br></div><div>You’ve never felt so isolated in your life. Standing in the midst of all these people, servants, nobles, aristocrats, and yet feeling as if you were stuck alone within an invisible four walls. At least back when life was simple, you had friends you could talk to from time to time, had your family to go home to. Now it was difficult to even schedule a time to meet them.<br><br></div><div>“Princess, there’s a tea party in a few days time you must attend…” Abigail drawled off, telling you that there was some sort of hesitation in her statement. You learned that there were a lot of social events to attend, hence the importance of etiquette lessons and practice, specially for an outsider like you. “…It’ll be just you and the other ladies. Perhaps we should practice a bit more about pouring tea and the like,”<br><br></div><div>Just like that, your dance lesson was converted into practicing for the tea party. Abigail told you that you’d be the one with the highest standing in the tea party. She seemed to be holding back some information. Like a child who was contemplating whether or not to tell the truth.<br><br></div><div>The sense of foreboding didn’t wash off, specially when Scaramouche suddenly addressed you during dinner. “Don’t embarrass yourself at the tea party,” he muttered and you had to stop and process for a moment that he was talking to you. It was the first time he’d said something to you over dinner, and it was a little strange. “…Is there something I should know, about the tea party?” You asked, mostly because you’ve been getting weird vibes from Abigail about it and now Scaramouche seemed to be giving you some sort of warning too.<br><br></div><div>“No one will be there to help you,” The prince replied, though his tone was not one of concern, it was indifferent and in a sense it sounded as if he was excited to throw you into the unknown by yourself.<br><br></div><div>When the day came, the maids yet again did a good job of fixing you in a dress. Again an indigo one, the signature colour of the castle. All the guests were already seated when you arrived, and they all rose and curtsied when you entered. Everyone was around your age, none of the middle-aged noblewomen in the previous gathering you went to with the prince. It was not such a big gathering as you thought, merely 8 ladies including you.<br><br></div><div>You were told you had to introduce yourself, and so you did, in the simplest way possible. Just your name, who you were wedded to. You were already counting down the hours till the tea party ends, but you tried to be optimistic about it. Perhaps you would even make a friend! But as you looked around the table you realize that not everyone is a friendly face, in fact, the majority of them are staring at you like you were some kind of foreign object.<br><br></div><div>“It must be nice to suddenly have a lavish life, isn’t it, princess?” One of them with the jet black wavy hair smiles a smile that is obviously condescending. You opt to stay quiet and assess the situation before opening your mouth. Some of them giggle at your silence. “Did you do it for the money?” The same one asks you and you can’t help but smile this time.<br><br></div><div>“And if I told you I did? Does it change anything? Certainly not. I’m still the one with the highest standing here, so some respect would be appreciated,” and now you knew why Abigail and Scaramouche were a little pensive about the whole thing. Lucky for you, practicing going back and forth with snarky remarks from Scaramouche proved better than your etiquette training. However, your statement did not follow the etiquette rules at all, but respect begets respect and you didn’t receive any.<br><br></div><div>The lady was surprised, perhaps she had never been shut down so quickly before. The table was suddenly silent and so you continued in order to gain control of the situation. “Now then ladies, the tea for today is Darjeeling and I was told that the biscuits are from Cecil’s bakery,” There were some audible gasps and whispers amongst them, excited chatter like they had just seen a new toy. You guessed it was the mention of Cecil’s bakery, Abigail said that it was near impossible to get a box of cookies from them, as they were always sold out, but the castle’s chef had his ways of obtaining both good ingredients and good food.<br><br></div><div>“Where are our manners, ladies? Perhaps we should introduce ourselves,” A soft-spoken, elegant and beautiful young lady sitting on your left suggests towards the other 6 that were sitting, but she starts first. “My name is Kokomi, princess Y/N. Duchess of Watatsumi, it’s a pleasure to finally have our princess at the table,” She smiles, and for once in your three weeks of life in royalty, you’re given a genuine smile that spreads a warmth and smile on your face.<br><br></div><div>The others round the table followed, and you learned that the raven haired girl was called Baroness Amaya. Some of them introduced themselves without even looking at you, Amaya was one of them, some of them were nice enough to send you a nod or a small smile, but none like what Kokomi had given you. You instantly liked her, and for a moment the table was in a small hush of chatter in little groups. Though there were maids to pour tea for everyone, it was a nice gesture for someone to pour the tea themselves.<br><br></div><div>When the maids took the plates of cookies and biscuits out and placed it on the table, the other ladies were distracted and in awe enough for Kokomi to lean in closer to you, hand slightly cupped over her cheek, a hint of mischief in her smile. “Don’t mind Amaya, princess, you did well. Perhaps, at another time, we can talk more about…things,” she winks at you here, letting you know that perhaps this was her way of saying she had stories she wanted to share with you, but not on this table full of other nobles.<br><br></div><div>A few of the others, seemingly warming up after having a taste of the cookies, conversed and chatted with you as well, asking you questions that were polite, such as what you liked to do in your free time, what you thought about this fashion or what you thought about that tea. Very mundane, yet very welcome conversations that you so missed from a normal life. Still, though it seemed rather a simple chat, you were still very much restrained and careful in your answers. You couldn’t tell them that you liked to do nothing in your free time, or that you just laid around in bed most of the time, it didn’t seem very princess-like.<br><br></div><div>By the end of it, as everyone was picked up by their carriages one by one you ended up staying by Kokomi’s side and talking to her a lot more than the others. She was very welcoming, and possibly the nicest one in the group. “Perhaps we should schedule another meet-up, just the two of us, princess?” She suggests and you immediately agree, setting a time and place to see her again.<br><br></div><div>She left earlier than you, and it took you a moment to realize that you weren’t the only one waiting. It was you and Amaya. Perhaps she sensed that without Kokomi, you were a far more vulnerable target. She stalks up to you with a stern look in her eyes, as if she’s hated you for centuries now. “You don’t belong with us,” she spats out, the same way that Scaramouche would throw an insult at you. You stand and just let her thaw her anger out. “How can a nobody like you become the princess? We’ve all come from royal and pure blood, and then you, tainted and filthy like where you came from–there’s no way the prince would ever love you!”<br><br></div><div>You were shocked at how much resentment she had towards you, someone who she had never even met before. Just because you were a commoner and just because she thought she was above you. But what struck you most was her last statement. Try as you might to feel indifferent about anything concerning Scaramouche, a small part of you feels attacked.<br><br></div><div>The person you married will never love you. The person you’re stuck with, for the rest of your life, will never give you any importance. The prince will never see you as his princess. Your husband, one that you’ve always thought would be gentle and kind, was nothing like you dreamed of. Everything was a ruse.<br><br></div><div>“…Someday,” you mutter as you avert your eyes away. Amaya blinks at your soft voice, not quite able to hear properly. “Someday I hope to understand where all your resentment is coming from,” Your eyes dart up to Amaya again, and for a split second you thought you see a little of Scaramouche there, glaring back at you. “…someday I hope to understand him too, even just a little,”<br><br></div><div>You turn away from Amaya quietly just as your carriage arrives, her expression changing to that of anger to slight confusion. She watches silently as you climb on to it, and watches even as it leaves.<br><br></div><div>It’s nearly dinner time the moment you arrive back to the castle. It takes you a a few minutes to get dressed back into casual clothing and you go straight to the dining hall to see Scaramouche already there. “…Good evening,” you greet him as you sit at your normal place, towards his right.<br><br></div><div>His eyes darts up towards you and he gives a slight grunt in return. “…How was it?” The maids were taking out the food plate by plate as Scaramouche opts to ask you about the tea party. You make a small hum, to let him know you’re thinking. “…It was…alright,”<br><br></div><div>Your mind reels back to the delight you feel, finally meeting someone who seemed to at least accept you as you were. You’d even scheduled another meeting with her! “…I’m meeting Duchess Kokomi again next week, here at the castle,” you smile a little at the thought and Scaramouche’s eyes linger on your face for a while longer before he starts to survey the food in front of him. He’s a little surprised you’ve met a friend, and his hunch was right, your social skills were not bad at all and it didn’t seem as if you encountered anything unpleasant, not that you mentioned or showed, at least.<br><br></div><div>“…Just make sure it doesn’t clash with any of our other schedules.” he grumbles, expecting an answer from you as he started his first bite, but he didn’t receive any and when he glances up to ask if you heard him, he stops short when he sees you spaced out, staring at the food in front of you as if you were observing it, when really you were just staring at nothing.<br><br></div><div>There’s a weird expression on your face, your brows furrowing the slightest bit, as if you were remembering something unpleasant. But Scaramouche didn’t pick up on it, nor would he know that the words Amaya spoke were reverberating in your head. “Hey, you heard me, or what?” Scaramouche clinked his glass with the fork he was holding, effectively snapping you out of your daze with a little jolt. “Hm? Oh, yeah, I know the schedule, it doesn’t clash,” and you finally start picking food up from your plate.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche surveys your face a bit more for some sort of indication or reaction, but it was mostly just blank for the first part of dinner. He eats as usual, until you ask a question that throws him off.<br><br></div><div>“What do you do at night?” You pick at your food with a fork, opting to be a little brave and start a conversation. If you wanted to understand him a little bit, then you would start with a little bit of talking. There was no harm in trying at all. If you could talk to other people so easily, it should be possible to talk to Scaramouche too.<br><br></div><div>“What?” Scaramouche counters rather sharply, a slight snarl on his features.<br><br></div><div>“…You know, at night. After dinner you always disappear off somewhere…” you trail off, stab a bit of the steak and bring it up to your mouth to chew.<br><br></div><div>“…” Scaramouche doesn’t know what to say. There were suddenly so many questions in his mind. Why were you asking? Why did you care? Were you planning something? What’s with the sudden interest? “None of your business,”<br><br></div><div>He watches your face fall, your shoulders slumping the slightest bit, your fork just aimlessly pushing around the food on your plate now. “…Yeah, I thought so,” you whisper a little, though enough for him to hear.<br><br></div><div>His eyes tear away from your face, and the dinner goes on in silence. After a few minutes you excuse yourself from the dining table, announcing that you’re done. Scaramouche takes a look at your plate, you barely ate anything, but he doesn’t utter a word about it.<br><br></div><div>He goes to training as usual. He trains by himself, sometimes with his father, sometimes with his long-time instructor, but the king and queen were not around at the moment, they were visiting the neighbouring kingdoms to talk alliances. Scaramouche was talented in the thunder artes, he could hone the element and control it better than even the king or his instructor could, something that they realized early on, when he was younger. Not a lot of people took to the magical artes, he was part of the few that just had a natural calling to it. His father was rather worried that Scaramouche was becoming too power hungry.<br><br></div><div>He trains for the same amount of time every night, and he sneaks into your shared bedroom when he finishes. You’re usually asleep in bed by then, but when he comes in that night, all the lights are still on and he can see your form sitting on the armchair, in the middle of the lounging space. He raises his eyebrows and approaches you, an insult at the tip of his tongue already, when he realizes, as he gets closer, that you’ve fallen asleep on the armchair, the book that you were reading ready to fall off your lap.<br><br></div><div>The prince blinks and relaxes, silently looking at your peaceful face.<br><br></div><div>‘Was she waiting up for me?’<br><br></div><div>Is his first thought. And he couldn’t imagine why you would do that so he chose to believe that you just wanted to finish the book so badly but fell asleep on it instead. He’s about to turn around and leave you there, but he’s glued to his spot and can’t seem to take his eyes away from you. It must be uncomfortable to sleep there, he finally thought, and opted to pick you up in his arms, your book falling to the carpet covered floor, muttering curses while he’s at it and murderously gazes down at you.<br><br></div><div>Still, he lays you down gently, and pulls the covers up to your chin. You don’t wake at all and instead let out a content sigh in your sleep. He gazes at you for a few seconds more, before annoyedly sighing to himself and proceeding to the bathroom to clean up.<br><br></div><div>He swears on his life that he’ll leave you to sleep on the couch next time.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Scaramouche reacting to his s/o being harmed because of their relationship</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Scaramouche is standing at the top of the hill, higher than anyone else, his posture upright and proud, the chest pushed forward, voice loud and steady so everyone can hear him. His sharp gaze seems to be attached to every kneeling person, but at the same time, the man looks so unbothered by the presence of his subordinates, that his glare feels imperceptible.<br><br></div><div>“My lord…” Some agent rushes toward Scara, his body already bent in half while still running, forehead touching grass damped with daw the moment he's a few meters from the boy.<br><br></div><div>It’s not common for anyone not asked to come so close to Scara – the more interrupting him in his speeches. The Harbinger suddenly stops speaking and turns slowly towards the frightened man, ringing of the bells on his hat and the noise similar to silent sparks of lighting are the only noises audible.<br><br></div><div>“You better have a good reason to interrupt my speech.” His voice was deeper now, tiny pupils piercing the agent.<br><br></div><div>“I’m… I-… Your partner just got attacked. Their condition might be serious,” he stuttered, perfectly aware that one wrong word and he may say goodbye to one of his limbs.<br><br></div><div>Scara's mouth opened, as he tilted his head, thin brows furrowed, eyes squinting at the man in black. “What.” A huge lump forming in his throat made him panic even more than normally, trying not to break the role played in front of his subordinates.<br><br></div><div>“They were attacked half an hour ago while sleeping in your tent. The tra-”<br><br></div><div>“And you, morons, didn’t consider informing me about it earlier?” His voice was almost venomous, fist gripping the material of his clothes firmly, stopping himself from punching the agent.<br><br></div><div>“My greatest apologies, my lord…”<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche swallowed loudly, glancing at the members of Fatui that were clearly confused by what was happening up there. Yet, they were waiting for his commands in silence. “Stay on standby!” he instructed, cursing himself for the little crack that managed to sneak and disturb his normally steady and collected voice. “And you,” he whispered, slowly walking toward the frightened agent, “tell me everything, while you bring me to Y/N.”<br><br></div><div>Scara wanted to keep his calm. He really wanted to be as steady as he would be normally. But the thought of you, getting harmed, made something click in his brain that caused all of these weird symptoms he hadn't felt in a while attack him; his heart, at the same time, was beating so much faster and it felt as if it wasn’t throbbing at all; all of the muscles were aching but it was so illusional and so distant he couldn’t call it a real pain; a small voice in his head was telling him all kinds of cruel words about you possibly dying.<br><br></div><div>“What exactly happened?” Scaramouche asked, walking right next to the man.<br><br></div><div>“The perpetrator spread the back of the tent with a knife. They managed to stab your partner but, fortunately, they didn’t hit any vital organs. Judging by the footprints, they acted alone. It didn’t look like a robbery. It seemed like they wanted to hurt you, but they probably didn’t know that you were not there, my lord,” he spat it out in one breath as if he had repeated the whole monologue several times before.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche gritted his teeth, nails digging deep into his palms. The new type of feeling started to form in his soul, the one that he hadn't known existed until today.<em> The feeling of guilt.</em> It was mostly his fault that you got hurt. Fact, the guards that were meant to keep you safe failed and he was the one to make them remember the consequences of their mistake till the day they die, but if he wasn’t in a relationship with you, if you weren’t sleeping in his tent, you would never be put in danger in the first place.<br><br></div><div>“You better bring this scum alive to me. Dead won’t be worth anything.”<br><br></div><div>“Of course, my lord, our people have already gone after him. I’m sure they will be back in the next hour,” it took a lot of courage to say those words, because if he wasn’t right, it could cost him more than a single limb…<br><br></div><div>Their conversation stopped there. They were already in front of the large tent where the amateur clinic was held. Scara gulped with fear before he sent the agent back. It was only when he raised his palm to move the material curtain that he saw how much his hand trembled. Once again, he cursed himself. His behavior was ridiculous. Pathetic.<br><br></div><div>“H-hi,” you chuckled, waving only with your fingers.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche could see the thick layer of bandages wrapped around your waist. A lot of gauzes soaked with blood laid on the table, next to the surgical instruments also covered in it. Usually, the sight of the blood would be nothing for this man, but it was different this time. He tried not to behave recklessly.<br><br></div><div>“Is it okay for you to leave for a few minutes?” Scara asked the girl that was taking care of you. “Would it be okay for them?” He pointed at you, keeping his eye on the woman.<br><br></div><div>“It’s fine, my lord. I will leave for now and come back when the time for changing bandages comes. If anything happens, I will be waiting outside,” she answered surprised at how nice he was and bowed down before leaving.<br><br></div><div>As soon as Scaramouche stopped hearing the woman’s footsteps, he slowly walked to you, taking his hat off. “Are you mad at me?” You murmured, biting your bottom lip. Scara kneeled down next to your bed and grabbed your hand firmly. You could feel how shaky his whole body was, how hot his fingertips were and how gentle they were holding you.<br><br></div><div>It was weird. Never in your long relationship with him has the situation happened where the man wasn’t looking at you down. Despite his short stature, he managed to always be atop of you. And now, without any barrier, any falsehood, any shame, Scaramouche looked at you from below with the fear in his eyes. He wasn’t good with words, so he decided to stay quiet as long as he could.<br><br></div><div>“I’m alright,” you tried to reassure him. “I’m okay.”<br><br></div><div>His forehead touched the back of your hand as he breathed deeply. You took your other hand and placed it on his head, brushing his hair slowly with your fingers. A shiver ran through his whole body. It was illogical. You were in pain. You were the one that got injured. Nearly assasinated. If it wasn't an amateur job, you could be killed. Yet, you were way more collected than he was.<br><br></div><div>“I…” Scaramouche started, his voice raspy. Dear Archons, what got into him. “I want you to go back to Snezhnaya. To your home. You will be safe there.” His irises met yours. He was being serious.<br><br></div><div>“I- I’m sorry, my love, but I… won’t do it. I can’t do it,” you stuttered, shocked with his words.<br><br></div><div>“Y/N. It’s not about what you want or not. It’s about your safety,” he tried to explain, squeezing your palm tighter.<br><br></div><div>“We will talk about it, when I will get better, my love,” your tone was more harshly. You had to get your way.<br><br></div><div>You were the only person that could talk to him like this. On a daily basis, he still is bothered if you push the boundaries too much, but in a situation like this, he simply ignores that.<br><br></div><div>You two spent a quarter of an hour sitting like this, Scara’s lips from time to time brushing your knuckles, his thumb caressing your wrist. And when you felt that your bandage was getting soaked with your blood and the man was about to leave to call this girl, the same agent that delivered the information about your state entered the tent.<br><br></div><div>“My lord…”<br><br></div><div>“Quick. Be brief.” Scaramouche’s typical tone of voice was back now that he was sure you were going to be fine.<br><br></div><div>“We caught the perpetrator.”<br><br></div><div>The Harbinger’s eyes narrowed, as he put his hat onto his head again. Looking at his palm from which came out tiny purple sparkles, stinging pleasantly his skin, illuminating his face. “Perfect timing,” he murmured to himself. “I’ll be back in a few hours, my beloved. Duties await.”<br><br></div><div>And you knew that your blood wouldn’t be the only one shed today.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>physical touch</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>XIAO.<br></strong><br></div><div>Xiao's embrace is.. warm. It is comfort, it is love. You can feel the warmth within each hug and the love that radiates from it, even if he doesn't outwardly show it. The way he looks at you is enough. He cares for you as well. Xiao shows it in the way he swings your intertwined hands, the way he rubs his thumb over your knuckle when you're anxious, the way he holds you to sleep. Xiao does not come off as a physically-affectionate person to people, but he allows himself to be more tactile with you. He is caring, and he is kind.<br><br></div><div>He genuinely does love you. A quiet love emanates from him each time he gets to hold you or talk about you. He looks at you with the greatest sense of pride, thankful that he can call you his. Each night is spent with him, cuddling and falling asleep with each other.<br><br></div><div>"They're mine," He thinks, and every day he thanks the Archons that they blessed him with you. He wouldn't trade you for the world.<br><br></div><div><strong>SCARAMOUCHE.<br></strong><br></div><div>Scaramouche is not one for physical touch. Like a cat to water, he avoids it the best he can – but he would willingly hug and cuddle you anytime. He holds you at night as you fall asleep – he's usually the big spoon, but will be a little spoon occasionally. He holds your hand as the two of you walk through the park, him lightly jeering at the children at the playground. He is Scaramouche, after all.<br><br></div><div>Whether he admits it or not, he cannot deny that he loves the feel of your touch. Because of your touch soothing his anxiousness every time he gets nervous, he loves you and he loves your tactileness. He is not tactile, but he loves you enough to tell you that he loves you by his touch. As a... emotionally detached person, Scaramouche didn't understand why your need for touch was so evident, but he respected it nonetheless. He grew to love that side of you – the side which always accepted hugs and cuddles.<br><br></div><div>He's proud that he can call you his. He understands you and your tactileness, and he loves you dearly. Even if he doesn't show it sometimes, Scaramouche is definitely down for hugs and cuddles.<br><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>You as Their Phone Wallpaper🌱</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Diluc-</div><ul><li>LOWKEY VERY SHY</li><li>He thinks it's probably kind of embarrassing that you're his wallpaper, it's just he sees other couples do it so he wants to too</li><li>But when he sneaks a peak at yours and sees him there he feels much better about it</li><li>No longer hides his home screen from you or other people ajsjjshs</li></ul><div>Venti-</div><ul><li>Somehow gets the most ridiculous photos of you to set as his wallpaper</li><li>Ones of you caught off guard or from silly angles</li><li>He could use serious or cute photos of you but,,,, he has much more fun tormenting you with stupid pictures that you have no memory of being taken</li><li>He thinks they really capture your true beauty</li></ul><div>Zhongli-</div><ul><li>A very serious man but also such a romantic</li><li>Probably didn't even know couples did this tho-- until he saw his face on your home screen and was confused</li><li>Once you explain it to him he'll change his wallpaper too so fast</li><li>Wants it to be a picture of both of you so others can see how happy you make him</li></ul><div>Childe-</div><ul><li>Sometimes just sits and stares at his wallpaper</li><li>Won't hide it from you or anyone because why would he?? You're literally so hot??</li><li>Loves seeing it every time he goes on his phone,, but then it makes him miss you</li><li>It's either a serious photo of you or something stupid, changes each time he switches it out :p</li></ul><div>Thoma-</div><ul><li>SHOWS YOU OFF LIKE ITS HIS LIFE PURPOSE</li><li>Literally loves talking about you to friends,,,, hell even to strangers too</li><li>Has you send him photos of you or takes them himself so he can change wallpapers often</li><li>Cause he needs to have updated photos to show off!! So it's something new each time</li></ul><div>Kazuha-</div><ul><li>Prefers more subtle wallpapers of you</li><li>Something like a picture of you guys holding hands,,,</li><li>He likes keeping things mysterious 😯</li><li>And likes your relationship to stay personal- but wants people to know he's taken</li><li>Will screenshot his home screen every time he changes it and sends it to you for you to see &lt;3</li></ul><div>Xiao-</div><ul><li>Has you as his wallpaper for a VERYY long time- but you don't find out for a while cause he's so shy sjdjek</li><li>When you do see it you tease him endlessly- so he threatens to change it</li><li>(But you both know he'd never do such a thing)</li><li>If he's your wallpaper too it'll make him so happy</li></ul><div>Scaramouche-</div><ul><li>Xiao part 2 but more defensive</li><li>"Scaramouche, am I your wallpaper?" "WHAT OFC NOT THATS WEIRD.." *Draws little hearts over it &lt;3*</li><li>Doesn't let anyone see it because he's not a simp remember 🤨 (debatable)</li><li>His friends will 100% make fun of him and will do so in front of you,, just to embarrass him</li></ul><div>Albedo-</div><ul><li>ALBEDO SO SWEET</li><li>Like Thoma,,, he loves showing you off to anyone and everyone</li><li>Texts you reminders like "just saw my wallpaper, you're still so pretty"</li><li>Might even draw a picture of you and use it too</li><li>Doodles cute lil drawings on it ;(</li><li>Loves having matching backgrounds</li></ul><div>Gorou-</div><ul><li>Shy part 50293838</li><li>Sets you as his wallpaper then gets rid of it then gets it back then repeats</li><li>He's just scared you'll see it and then be uncomfortable</li><li>But then you pitch the idea of having wallpapers of eachother and he's like ivE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS</li><li>So excited he can't choose a photo for the life of him</li></ul><div>Itto-</div><ul><li>Will constantly ask you for photos of yourself to use</li><li>Some of them he saves for his wallpaper,, some of them he just keeps</li><li>Also likes taking pics of you himself</li><li>All in all just loves using up his storage space for you akshjshs</li><li>Proudly announces every time he changes it because he loves seeing you get lovestruck over it</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>• University Life •</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ul><li><strong>Albedo 📚</strong></li></ul><div><strong>His major:</strong> Biochemistry<br><br></div><div><strong>Usual grades:</strong> He's known for his intelligence and good grades. It's rare if he finds an exam hard and it's even more rare if he fails one.<br><br></div><div><strong>In university:</strong> Albedo isn't popular and he couldn't be more grateful for it. He never liked caughting much attention nor he enjoyed chatting with strangers. But people secretly admire him, not trying to reach him out. You're one of the few people he doesn't feel overwhelmed or bothered around and be confident! - That means a lot.<br><br></div><div><strong>Being your roommate:</strong> Albedo is calm and caring about you and anything you may face during university times. He'll often help you with assignments and deadlines because they make you a little anxious. The 'study dates' are great moments when you both stay together in silence, generally in a cozy ambience as you both answer hard questions and read about some complicated things. Also, his hugs are the best after a tough day!<br><br></div><div><strong>Favorite memory:</strong> The day you first invited him to hang out with you. He thought you only divided an apartment with him so the bills could be easier to handle and he never expected you'd ask him to follow you to a Café. The coffee and the foods were great, but having you by his side during such an adorable moment was way more than Albedo could ever ask for.<br><br></div><div><strong>Catchphrase:</strong> "I could start a research about this"<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Childe 🌊</strong></li></ul><div><strong>His major: </strong>Public relations<br><br></div><div><strong>Usual grades: </strong>A little bit above average. He could have awesome grades if he tried giving more time to study.<br><br></div><div><strong>In university: </strong>He's a known student and people of other majors keep contact with him because of his extroverted and sympathetic personality. Childe is admired from almost every single soul he met in the university but his heart has a sweet spot for you. Often you'll find him excusing himself from conversations to follow your path whenever he sees you around.<br><br></div><div><strong>Being your roommate: </strong>Childe has basically two sides: the sweet one who will care about you, make sure you feel home and alright or the one who will prank and bother you on purpose. Either way, he's fun to be around and you appreciate his way of being. In the very beginning you thought he was almost irritating but once you grew closer to him, you noticed he had purity and some value.<br><br></div><div><strong>Favorite memory: </strong>The day when he brought his little brother to spend some spare weeks with you both. He knew you were amazed by how lovely he was with Teucer and afterall, his sibling helped with his proposal to you. How could he not be in love with that day?<br><br></div><div><strong>Catchphrase:</strong> "Wo-oh, hey comrade!"<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Diluc 🦉</strong></li></ul><div><strong>His major:</strong> Viticulture and Enology (the study of wine)<br><br></div><div><strong>Usual grades: </strong>As expected, his grades are great and he's in fact the most intelligent guy of his course.<br><br></div><div><strong>In university:</strong> Diluc is famous around the university, even if most people hadn't been around him. He has a well-known surname and a reputation to keep intact, so he'll mostly be alone around the place, talking only when necessary and avoiding crowds. However, if he spots you somewhere, he'll head to where you are just to chat with you. He enjoys being around you since you've known him since before university.<br><br></div><div><strong>Being your roommate:</strong> Diluc is organized, collected and competent and well, he didn't need a roommate. But he accepted your offer just so he could experience what living with you would feel like. He was surprised by the fact he started craving you to be around, giving him the attention he never got from someone else. He's usually the one who cooks and clean things, even if you ask him to not do so. Diluc just loves you way too much and he isn't sure how to express it properly, so he's always doing favors for you as well spending long hours with you.<br><br></div><div><strong>Favorite memory: </strong>The day you both visited the Dawn Winery after Diluc spent long months away from there. You kept talking while you ate some grapes and tried to catch some crystalflies around the mansion. For him, it was almost like his problems had vanished for some hours.<br><br></div><div><strong>Catchphrase: </strong>"Care to play a round?"<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Kazuha 🍁</strong></li></ul><div><strong>His major:</strong> Literature<br><br></div><div><strong>Usual grades:</strong> He's a good student and it reflects on his grades. Actually, he has one of the smartest minds of his course and even his teachers cherished him.<br><br></div><div><strong>In university: </strong>He's shy, but his sweet personality guaranteed him good friends and he walks around the buildings accompanied by his closest ones. The people who knew him often found themselves missing his presence, as well his little humming and the random verses he recited ever-so-often. You were his favorite person, anyways, and he made sure you knew that.<br><br></div><div><strong>Being your roommate: </strong>Kazuha is a sweetheart to have as a roommate. Even if you try to say him otherwise, he'll help you with chores and with university things. His favorite part of the day is when you both cuddle each other while watching something on the TV or even in the dark and his hands never stop caressing your hip. He would often fight the urge to whisper 'I love you' but perhaps he should wait for the day when he'd ask you to be his partner.<br><br></div><div><strong>Favorite memory: </strong>How flustered you looked the day he recited a sonnet he had made about you during an exam. The test was all about that and Kazuha managed to write such beautiful words in a short space of time. The rhymes and metaphors were so delicate and well thought that you asked for him to keep the paper of his test. He accepted.<br><br></div><div><strong>Catchphrase: </strong>"I can write a poem about that"<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Scaramouche ⚡</strong></li></ul><div><strong>His major:</strong> Whatever major you're into. He doesn't enjoy university that much.<br><br></div><div><strong>Usual grades:</strong> A lot above the average, surprisingly. He doesn't study at all but his grades are great.<br><br></div><div><strong>In university: </strong>Scaramouche almost doesn't talk to anyone besides you. He often has antipatic features on his face that only you can turn into softer ones. People know he has a great background in that university, but they don't seem to be willing to be close to him, anyways.<br><br></div><div><strong>Being your roommate: </strong>He's the quiet admirer. Sometimes, he’d be caught staring at you soon turning away like lightning with a blush on his cheeks. He almost didn't agree with your idea of living together but after some weeks with you, Scaramouche noticed he loved you and your company.<br><br></div><div><strong>Favorite memory:</strong> The day where you offered to trim his hair. He at first scoffed your words and pushed you away only for him to listen the scissor sounds once you started cutting his locks. He had to be honest, you managed to do his hair quite well and you gave him one of the best haircuts he ever had.<br><br></div><div><strong>Catchphrase:</strong> "Um... Excuse me?"<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Venti 🍎</strong></li></ul><div><strong>His major: </strong>Art and Music<br><br></div><div><strong>Usual grades:</strong> His carefree personality makes him usually gets the bare minimum grades to pass his exams or even less than that.<br><br></div><div><strong>In university: </strong>Venti is pretty famous around the different buildings. Perhaps he's known for his bright personality and cute looking or maybe his mischievous side in parties (with his constant bargain to get free drinks) and even during classes (with his funny and sharp answers) made people from the university like him and you too, since you were almost always accompanied by him.<br><br></div><div><strong>Being your roommate: </strong>He's the one who brings joy to your place. Often singing about sweet moments or fantastic adventures, Venti brings comfort to your heart with his delicate voice. He's gentle with you and always give you strength whenever things are tough. But have in mind that Venti will always insist for you to hang out to have some fun and will daily play siooy tricks on you due his cheerful personality.<br><br></div><div><strong>Favorite memory: </strong>The day he had an assignment that needed a partner to serve as inspiration. He made a music about the day he first met you on the stairs of the building from your college course and about how he fell in love instantly, even without showing his feelings for you or even his song.<br><br></div><div><strong>Catchphrase:</strong> "Please, give an apple to your little bard"<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Xiao 🎆</strong></li></ul><div><strong>His major: </strong>Biomedicine<br><br></div><div><strong>Usual grades: </strong>He's the smart person who doesn't even has to try to succeed in his subjects. Xiao may not stress so much about studying, but he's known as one of the most intelligent people of his class.<br><br></div><div><strong>In university: </strong>Xiao gets some attention of people from your university, for sure. People often compliment him by his looks, even though he's collected, almost cold with anyone who isn't you. Truth is, he only has eyes for you. He may be the quiet type to others, but around you he feels safe to be himself. Some jealous eyes follow you whenever you're close to him and if Xiao is bold enough, he'll hold your hand so people know who you belong to.<br><br></div><div><strong>Being your roommate: </strong>The first months were hard, you had to admit it. He made sure you knew he didn't trust you just yet and his attitude was exactly like with other people: distant and careful. But Xiao noticed you were different since the beginning of your friendship and he grew attached to your presence. He spends most of his time inside your shared apartment and he feels somewhat lonely whenever you're away. However, that feeling always fades away by the time you open the door and he seeks for your hug.<br><br></div><div><strong>Favorite memory: </strong>Oddly, one day he arrived home after you, only to find you crying about a hurtful thing. He held you close the entire night and whispered reassuring words into your ear as his fingers caressed your hair. He gave you time to heal properly and the smile you gave him after you felt better was forever kept in his mind.<br><strong>Catchphrase:</strong> "Ask me if you need some help"</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>taking a bubble bath with them</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>childe ×</strong></div><ul><li>childe doesn't mind bubble baths, it's just that he's busy all the time and not at home because of his job. however, if he hears that you're having a bad day and in need of a self-care bubble bath, he's there at your service right away!</li><li>... but it's chaotic, that's for sure</li><li>there's no promise that you won't get soap in your eyes, and the water <em>may</em> or may not splash out of the bath tub, but childe's laughter and cheeriness makes up for everything</li><li>he tries anything he can to bring a smile to your face: giving himself a beard with soapy bubbles (and pouting when you say he can't grown one of his own), jokingly shaking the water droplets out of his hair everywhere to make you yelp in surprise, and taking some bubbles and putting it on the tip of your nose to call you rudolph. (yk, the red nose reindeer)</li><li>he will keep talking if you want something to fill in the silence. his whole goal is to distract you from any negativity and cheer you up in the meantime anyway (he also attempts to make animals shapes out of bubbles to impress you, but ends up failing every time)</li><li>if you let him, childe would love to hold your elbows in the palms of his hands to see if you have any scars on your arms. if you don't have any, he ends up just putting bubbles all over your arms and drawing random things out of them. if you do have scars on your arms, however, he kisses them all even if there are bubbles on them and just gives you a sweet goofy smile afterwards :'(</li><li>throws bubbles onto the bathroom wall to be a nuisance and to make you lightly scold him; seeing you sad makes him sad too, so just hearing you raise your voice a little bit in a not serious scold makes him happy! (even if that sounds weird in a way)</li><li>childe definitely steps out of the bathtub first to hold out your towel and give you big warm hug when you step into his embrace</li><li>he also demands offers to dry your hair and/or just yourself in general, and rushes to prepare all your clothes for you if it wasn't prepared already</li><li>but he also says that you guys don't have to dry yourselves off and just get a cold the next day... then he'll get to skip work and stay at home with you all day, right?</li><li>his joke earns him a playful flick to the forehead (well, if you can reach it)</li><li>all in all, the best person to take a bubble bath with after having a stressful day cause you really can't help the smile that makes its way to your face :)</li></ul><div><strong>scaramouche ×</strong></div><ul><li>are... are you sure you want to take a bubble bath with him??</li><li>scara doesn't take baths often (usually showers), but if he does take a bath it's probably a result of a stressful day with a need of a relaxful evening.</li><li>however... if he hears that you had a bad day? he goes straight home after work to get hot water running in the bath tub. (he tries to tell you to take a bath with him but in the end it just sounds like he's ordering you to hop in and wash up, you still get the message though TT)</li><li>he'll glare if he sees water go over the edge of the tub and onto the floor, but he doesn't do anything about it. he just sits in your presence and secretly hopes that will cheer you up (spoiler: it kinda does, soft scaramouche is really sweet)</li><li>he doesn't talk much, but the things he says are all related to asking if you're okay with things. for example, things like "is the water warm enough?" or "do you want to sit here instead?" or even "...do you want me to massage your shoulders?"</li><li>if you tease him for suddenly being nice, he just closes his mouth and glares at the wall for the rest of the bath time duration (but really, he wants to help you but doesn't really know how)</li><li>scaramouche just sits there and lets you do what you please, like decorating him in bubbles or attempting to shape his wet hair. it definitely cheers you up to see him not angry and just calm for once, his eyes closed from relaxing into your touch.</li><li>if he's really, <em>really </em>touched starved, he'll just reach over without a word and pull you into a back hug and hide his face in your hair (even if it's wet)</li><li>like childe, he steps out of the bath tub before you do. unlike childe, he grabs the towel without hesitation and (a bit roughly) picks you up and wraps you in it. he just claims that it wouldn't be good if you have gotten a cold, so you "better dry up or else"</li></ul><div><strong>xiao ×</strong></div><ul><li>in all honesty, he doesn't know how to cheer you up. xiao might be an adeptus that has lived around mortals for a long time, but you're the only mortal that makes confusing feelings thrive throughout his body fast and make his heart pound even faster.</li><li>he can be clueless, but he's definitely at least smart. he figures something relaxing should be able to bring your mood up, right? (he does doubt himself though)</li><li>the moment you return to your shared residence with xiao, you can hear the water running and him calling your name from the bathroom (how ironic since you're the one usually calling his name..)</li><li>he doesn't actually sit in the bath with you; instead, he sits outside the tub with your back facing to him from inside it. he also doesn't talk much with the belief that you'll need your own time and silence to heal.</li><li>xiao offers to wash your hair and when he does, he takes his time and tends to you with gentle hands. the feeling of his fingers carding through your hair and lightly massaging your scalp unsurprisingly soothes all your nerves, and it's difficult not to just melt into his touch. if the water gets too cold, he quickly drains it and replaces it with warmer water/any water at the temperature you want (but obviously he doesn't do it too much and wastes water)</li><li>not only that, he puts his hand against your forehead so none of the soap gets in your eyes while he soaks your hair with water to get out all the bubbles. xiao also silently offers to massage your shoulders by doing it once and looking over your shoulder to check your reaction, and his calloused hands still feel so relaxing rolling out all the tension off your back and neck</li><li>kisses the back of your head before getting up to get you a big towel to dry you off :( &lt;3</li><li>he one-hundred percent asks if you're feeling better afterwards, even if there is hesitance evident in his voice. xiao hasn't been intimate with anyone else, especially mortals, so he wants to know if he can be a partner of yours that you're comfortable and happy with. he might need that a lot of reassurance from you that he is, but all in all also someone who will drop everything to go over to you and cheer you up :)</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>reuniting with them; genshin impact</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote>Kazuha</blockquote><div>☾ Kazuha misses you like he misses home. It’s a dull ache in his chest that grows when he looks out to the ocean, watching the waves push and pull. It’s a grim reminder that you and he are separated by miles and miles of emptiness.<br><br></div><div>☾ Ever the romantic (and the optimist, I think), he pulls through with the knowledge that despite your distance, the wind will always connect you and return you to his side.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>Kazuha places a lot of faith in fate, so he isn’t too disheartened, but his wistfulness makes appearances in his poems and the distant looks he gets when left in thought for too long.<br><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>That being said, he keeps tabs on your through connections, if possible. When they dock in Ritou, he asks Beidou if she’s heard anything regarding you or your well-being. It comes off rather nonchalant, like just another conversation topic, but Beidou knows better.<br><br></div><div><strong>more utc!!<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>Any longing is only heightened when they occasionally dock in Ritou. God, the knowledge that you are but a breath away tears at him. Out at sea, you feel like a dream, but in Ritou, you feel so real. Too real. The maple leaves, street lamps, warm laughter, and a pink sunset usher back fond memories of what was left behind. The irrational side of him longs to find you with urgency, to grab your hands and press kisses to your knuckles. To plead with you to leave with him, to apologize profusely for leaving with only a note. The guards lining the shores stop him. Kazuha couldn’t put the burden of that life in your hands, even if he knows you’d accept his offer in a heartbeat.<br><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>So, for now, he lets your memory linger in his mind, thinking back on shared experiences in the quietest moments and entrusting your protection to the wind, praying it keeps him informed on your safety.<br><br></div><blockquote><em>Scene</em></blockquote><div>A fall return to Ritou felt like things were coming full circle. It could have been just yesterday he had slipped into your quarters with a signed and sealed letter bearing a solemn apology and earnest promise of return.<br><br></div><div>Since abolishing the vision hunt decree, Kazuha was free to resume his life in Inazuma, but walking the streets of the port town felt off. While the maple leaves felt heartbreakingly nostalgic, indulging in the sights felt trivial with his narrow focus. His legs itched to run, fingers twitching with anticipation as he searched (seemingly halfheartedly, but he would fool no one with that austere gaze) the area.<br><br></div><div>"Kazuha?" The meek voice stiffened his shoulders, and he swiveled with shock, the ups and downs of his name like honey on the individual's tongue. It was a sugary sweet sound that sent chills down his spine, and his heart melted at your familiar visage standing down the road, a bag tucked into your arm, eyes a collection of emotions under the orange sunset. You looked quite like an emissary from Celestia, and Kazuha's lips pulled into a quaint smile, heart swollen with adoration and resolved longing. The boy simply held out his hand, watching as your body went taut with emotion, bag clattering to the cobblestone. In a heartbeat, you were in his embrace, arms thrown around his shoulders, nose tucked into his neck, painting the pale skin with relentless tears. His fingers pressed into your back, eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled your autumnal scent, brain fuzzy as you engraved wobbly smooches into his shoulder like a wax seal into an envelope.<br><br></div><div>"You came back-" You bawled, a fresh wave of tears soaking his clothes when his embrace tightened. Contentment washed over him like a cool breeze, "I thought I'd never see you again." At that, the wandering samurai withdrew slightly, sliding a hand up your shoulder to pinch your chin, angling your watery gaze to his. He appeared calm as ever, but only you would notice the twitch of giddiness in the corner of his lips, the soft crinkle to his eye.<br><br></div><div>"Nothing could keep me from you for long. The winds will always bring us back together, and that is a promise, my love." His words coaxed a whine from your lips, and he slid both of his hands to cup your damp cheeks, thumbs brushing across your cheekbones. The softness in his eyes was practically tangible, a heart-aching mix of adoring, pleading, and absolute gratification. "Don't cry, dear." Your fingers cinched into his clothes, and he let out an exasperated sigh - all love - and dipped to your lips, tasting the salt and indulging in the pleasant nostalgia.<br><br></div><div><br></div><blockquote><em>Xiao</em></blockquote><div><strong>☾ </strong>Xiao has been alive for a very long time, but time has never passed as slowly as it has now.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>He has spent a vast majority of his life alone, so he wouldn’t feel the deep burn of longing up front, and if he does (he will), he shovels it down as trivial feelings. The way he sees it, he has a job to do. Mortals come and go, and although you swore you’d return before long, it wouldn’t make much of a difference if you didn’t, nor would he be surprised.<br><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>But, it’s your persistence and reliability that intrigued Xiao to begin with, and that creeping black hole you’ve left in his chest with your absence only grows and grows.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>Xiao gets antsy. As time ticks on, it gets harder for him to ignore the intrusive thoughts that ring through his brain. True, mortals are finicky and unreliable, but it was <em>you</em> who promised. He’s afraid to place his trust in you, and as time drags on, his inner conflict on whether he actually cares if you return only grows.<br><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>Additionally, the thought of your well-being is a pressing thought. He had you swear up and down that if you needed even the smallest thing, you would call for him, and yet you haven’t. He trusts your capabilities, you’ve proven yourself countless times, but he hates feeling helpless, and not being clued in on your well-being eats at him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>All of these emotions fester in him violently. He’s quicker to anger and less patient with other mortals. He tries to reign himself in, feeling irritated that he’s giving into petty emotions so easily, but deep down he knows that first he will have to sort through the hurricane of emotions raging in his chest.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>He starts counting down the days until your promised return, building quite the lecture to give you, and another if you show up late. He desperately doesn’t want to think of what he’ll do if you don’t return at all. Of course, when you come home at your promised time, all of Xiao’s bottled up anger dissipates.<br><br></div><blockquote><em>Scene</em></blockquote><div>You returned to the inn with a sunny smile, greeting the employees amicably, and as Xiao watched from his perch above, face placid, he couldn't help a huff, folding his arms across his chest. The light caught your eyes so beautifully, and the twinge in his heart fought its way to the surface.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He waited with an impatient tap to his foot as you climbed the stairs, fighting the urge to run over and carry you the rest of the way. Why were mortals so painfully slow? Did you not understand the urgency of the situation?&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Once you reached the top, you dropped your bags with a sigh, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a breathy laugh. You caught Xiao's narrowed eyes with a radiant glow that nearly had him rethinking his faux irritation. You were so intertwined with Liyue it startled him sometimes. Your love for his nation and its views warmed his heart more than he liked to admit. It was such a wholly human trait that almost made him envious, yet so subtly pleased you were able to enjoy the mortal existence he fought for you to enjoy daily.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>"What took you so long?" He demanded, shifting when you approached carefully like he was an alert animal, fangs bared.<br><br></div><div>"I came back exactly when I said I would." You stopped a few feet in front of him, your happiness blinding. "I missed you." He scoffed slightly at that, but the gesture held no malice. His piercing gold eyes followed your hand as it outstretched, fingers wiggling invitingly. He stared them down accusingly; of course, you came back when you said you would. He should've expected nothing less, and he felt a wave of repugnance for himself at his own distrust. You'd never been anything but reliable.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Sighing lowly - relentingly, he allowed himself to be swallowed by your encompassing love, ignoring your open palm and encasing you in his arms. His forehead pressed against yours as his eyes fluttered closed, basking in the sensation he didn't realize he missed so desperately until now. Your head tilted up just slightly, and he flinched faintly when your nose brushed against his, his fingers digging into your skin.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>"You could've been hurt," He reprimanded half-heartedly, shivering when your hands traced his shoulder blades, leaving a trail of goosebumps (involuntary, he'd insist) in their wake.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>"Does that mean you missed me?" Your voice wafted over his lips in soft puffs, and he clung to you tighter, wanting to deny it yet not having the energy to lie that outright. Thus, he chose to ignore it, brows furrowing and letting the conversation putter out, basking in your comforting embrace and the soft chirps of crickets outside.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br></div><blockquote><em>Scaramouche</em></blockquote><div><strong>☾ </strong>Scaramouche takes it the least well.<br><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>He does trust you, to some level, but there is a massive inner conflict that he no doubt takes out on you. It’s Xiao’s situation x100.<br><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>Scaramouche misses you like you miss your favorite restaurant being closed down or a song you liked being removed from Spotify (uneloquent, but probably the most accurate description), he is angry. He feels betrayed and it only grows with your absence.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>Your leaving was unjustified. While originally he said he was fine with it, he feels like there’s nothing that needed to be done that was more important than you remaining by his side.<br><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>Scaramouche has the misfortune of viewing the world as inherently untrustworthy. He doesn’t even see himself as a good person (most certainly not an honest one), and thus he is convinced that you have left him perpetually.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>His staff is entirely a victim of his anger. Excuses are unacceptable, and he will not let them forget if they disobey his orders for any reason.<br><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>But in the quiet of his quarters, he sits and he boils with frustration that you are not here to run your hands through his hair while he pours over paperwork. That you are not here to rub his shoulders when the vexation gets too much, or to snap at him when he maybe takes it out on you. You were his partner. His companion.<br><br></div><div><strong>☾ </strong>On one cruel night when his thoughts grow louder than the crickets, he storms out, and his fury melts into something else when he looks at the stars. In his experience, everything in this world, every desire was born out of pure selfishness. He truly believed this, yet why did he crave you so desperately? Why did you promise to return, and why did he want to believe you?<br><br></div><blockquote><em>Scene</em></blockquote><div>“So you’re back?” He demands, indigo eyes raking over your form accusingly. You drop your bags to the floor like you own the place, and he is appalled by your audacity.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Of course I am. I said I’d come back, didn’t I? It was only a few weeks, Scara.” Your smile burned a brand into his heart, and he jolted back like a vampire from light.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I’m not a fool. There must be a reason for you to come crawling back to me.” The confusion etching into your features at his biting words only served to irritate him further. “Your faux innocence isn’t amusing. You’re naive if you think I can’t see through it.” He sneers, ignoring the voice in his head, begging him to stop pushing away the one good thing that’s happened to him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Excuse me?” The question comes out shrill with disbelief, your lips downturned.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“It was only a matter of time. I’m only glad I anticipated your betrayal.” His last words have you folding your arms over your chest, inhaling his guarded persona. You appeared irritated, and he supposed it was only fitting. Your pathetic plan was painfully obvious, and Scaramouche wouldn’t be the idiot who fell into your trap.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I wrote to you weekly, Scara; what are you talking about? I’m exhausted, and I’ve missed you.” Your voice grew soft at the end, and he scrutinized your features with a thick scowl, watching intently as your face fell with discontent.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“If you missed me as dearly as you insist, there wouldn’t have been a return. You never would have left.” Out of longing or scorn, Scaramouche steps towards you, smiling haughtily, leaning towards you condescendingly. He mocks, painting a wicked grin onto his cheeks, playing the role of a winner in a one-sided battle.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I had somewhere to be. I thought we discussed this already.” Your frown felt like an arrow to the heart, but the harbinger was no stranger to pain and let the wound be.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“You were my <em>partner</em>.” He snaps, gnashing his teeth like a frenzied animal, like a dog backed into a corner. The words are laced with far too much sentiment for his liking, but they won’t stop pouring from his lips despite it all. “There was nowhere more important for you to be than by my side.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You click your tongue, eyes softening as your fingers inch closer, enrapturing his and bringing them between you. An amused glint shimmers across your sclera, and the boy’s initial reaction is to take offense, and yet when you smatter kisses across his reddened knuckles, the defenses seem to crumble. Naturally, his eyes remained narrowed, gaze suspicious as ever.<br><br></div><div>“I see how it is,” You begin, peeking over his hands into his eyes. “I’m sorry I scared you, but I promised I’d come back, didn’t I?” Somehow, this level, expecting tone you displayed in moments like these seemed to coax him from his hysterical high, and he was scoffing, avoiding your searching gaze like the plague. “I’m not going to betray you, Scara. I’m not going to leave you alone. I know you have some complex about humanity being loveless, but I love you; therefore, there must be some good in this godforsaken world.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He chose to remain silent, side-eyeing your expectant, ever-patient gaze.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Fine.” He grunts, but the wash of relief in his chest is unmistakable. Especially so when you cross the final bridge, slowly folding your arms around his shoulders, fingertips dancing across the nape of his neck, breathing pluming pleasantly against the shell of his ear.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Did you miss me too?” Mischievous. It warms his cold heart somewhat as you slowly coax him down from his suffocating anger, reminding him that emotions don’t have to be so overwhelmingly bombastic. They, too, can be a slow burn in his chest that soothes his soul, and you seem to quell the worst of it to cool embers. Maybe that’s why he likes you, but as he finally cedes, leaning into your touch and grumbling a ‘whatever’ into your shoulder, he decides he can’t be bothered to figure out the schematics of his feelings right then and there. All that matters is that you’ve returned precisely where you belong.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>YOU&#39;D COME OVER RIGHT?</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>inhale, exhale.<br><br></div><div>there's a desolate silence that stretches between the two of you, amplifying the painfully clear distance that has only grown since the last time you've met.<br><br></div><div>"why are you here?"<br><br></div><div>your voice comes off a lot colder than you'd expected. a chill runs down your spine and you see scara's grip on the doorframe tighten to the point where his knuckles turn white. there's a little part of you that almost pities him, guilty for being unwilling to welcome him back with open arms. you can barely see his eyes from how his head is turned away and his gaze is cast downward, trembling fingers closed into a fist around the string of his hoodie. his entire body shivers. whether it's from the frigid temperatures or something else, you're not entirely sure.<br><br></div><div>there's no response except the timid clearing of his throat. but he doesn't follow up with any words. there is nothing but silence that occupies the space between you two.<br><br></div><div>"i thought you told me to leave."<br><br></div><div>scara's gaze meets yours and your heart cracks a little. god, he looks so vulnerable and … weak right now. a word you never thought you'd use to describe him. tear stains streak across his cheeks and the dark circles and redness around his eyes aren't something you see very often ... if at all. nervous eyes flit back and forth between staring at you and back at the ground before they squeeze themselves shut, as if trying to block out the stark reality that both of you have no idea what to say.<br><br></div><div>actions speak for themselves, you guess.<br><br></div><div>as soon as your skin ghosts over his knuckles, his body crumples and collapses into yours with a choked sob. but he doesn't cry; no, not yet, he can't let himself break in front of you. but dragging himself to your front door like this after all that's been said and done — hasn't he already shattered?<br><br></div><div>your arm snakes around his waist carefully before closing the door and nudging him further in towards the warmth of your home. the feeling is all too familiar — it's almost like those nights after parties when he'd come home drunk with childe and they'd crash onto the couch, scara's slurred words colliding with each other into a jumbled, incoherent mess, just as his usually stiff body would slump gently into your embrace, his typically cold heart melting at your touch. yet the familiarity isn't comforting, rather, it makes your heart ache. perhaps it's the sentimentality of it all, or perhaps it's because you both know there's no way those memories could ever be relived. there are too many strings attached; you've tied yourselves to opposite sides of the room, and now you're unable to budge a single inch. yet a part of you wants to try and break away.<br><br></div><div>hesitant fingers come to grasp at your wrists and scara's violet irises gloss over in a shade of desperateness you never thought you'd see. he's always been in control ... until now, at least. he's never needed anyone. no one. he's convinced himself he can do everything on his own, that he needs nothing other than himself. after all, anyone that's come close has only ever been turned away. including you. but he can't control you now. he no longer has to encourage you to be more assertive when taking a stand, or execute plans swiftly and with confidence. you know his every thought, his every move. you're always three steps ahead. and now you've had enough of him, and you're slipping through his fingers despite the tight grip he's always had on you.<br><br></div><div>"sorry for ... coming over uninvited."<br><br></div><div>for as long as he can remember, scara has never been scared. fearless, heartless, emotionless. he has never had anything more to lose in life. but now he's afraid you'll leave. now he realises he never wanted you to think he'd given up on staying.<br><br></div><div>he'll fix himself. he'll fix everything, all the broken parts of him and all the shattered parts of you.<br><br></div><div>"you can just keep coming over. anytime."<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-05 09:27:16 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Ruthless Prince (Part 1) Scaramouche x fem!reader [Genshin Royal AU]</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“What’re you wearing?” Scaramouche scrunches his nose as his eyes drag up and down your clothed figure.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>It had been 5 days of being married to him. This stranger that you knew nothing about, the heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Balladeer. You had no idea whatsoever where he got his attitude from, you hadn’t met his mother, the queen, nor his father, the king.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>It was quite simple, the arrangement of being married, or so you thought. You’d been at the market one day when his white steed along with his knights came galloping down the cobbled road. You turned to look, you saw him then, sat atop his horse. He wasn’t even looking around, nor did he seem interested in anything that was happening around him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The townspeople bowed down to him, kids who didn’t know better waved at him as if he was some type of entertaining cartoon. The adults knew to stay away from his path. The Kingdom was wealthy and well taken care of, possibly the work of the king, but the rumors about the prince being a notorious and ruthless bastard was well-known and spread out amongst the townspeople.<br><br></div><div>“He killed one of his knights...” You hear someone whisper at the nearby market stall, two housewives cupping their hand near their mouth to continue talking in hushed voices. “...The knight’s wife was devastated, cried for days until she killed herself too,”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You gulped hearing the story, and couldn’t help but pick your eyes up to take one last look at the ruthless prince, only to find that he was staring straight at you, his electric blue-purple eyes meeting yours confidently.<br><br></div><div>The next thing you knew, you were whisked away into the castle. A commoner in such drab clothing was so out of place there, and yet when he approached you, arms crossed, brows furrowed as if you offended him, he simply stated, “You’ll be wedded to me,”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Excuse me?” You let out, astonished. His glare intensified. “You’re marrying me, are you deaf?” You returned his glare with one of yours.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Who the hell do you think you are?!”<br><br></div><div>“I’m the prince! That’s who! What I say goes!”<br><br></div><div>It was only when his attendant, Kuni, an older man who had greying hair, stepped in to diffuse the situation that it was made clear to you what was happening. “The king has given the prince a set of conditions in order to inherit the throne. One of them is to be married,”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You nearly scoffed at his attendant’s explanation. “Okay, but you had to choose me out of everyone? Are there no better options around you?” You asked, bewildered.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche grins, “Oh believe me, there are prettier and better options than a commoner carrying a basket of apples, but I don’t want stuck-up rich ladies who’ll be a pain in the ass to handle. You’ll do just fine, time is of importance,”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>This time, you rolled your eyes. The way he described noble ladies as stuck-up and difficult to handle was the exact same way he was right now. “I refuse,” Scaramouche was surprised, to say the least, when you turn around and attempt to walk away from him and his attendant.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Miss, you’ll be paid beautifully, you won’t have to worry about a single cent in your life anymore, and that includes your family,”<br><br></div><div>The attendant fast walks towards you in a desperate act to make you stay but you’ve already stopped at his words. “...My family, you say?” Nevermind the benefits to you, living a lavish life and being pampered in a castle, you were more interested in what privileges it would bring to your family. “Yes, milady, anything you need for them will be given,”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Kuni reassures you, and your mind reels back to your ill mother and your hardworking father, whose hands were calloused and rough from all the farm work he had to do. In no ways was your family extremely poor, but your mother’s condition had recently made it a little difficult on money, and you knew that she felt bad about that. It wasn’t helping her condition at all, it was increasingly impossible to afford a good doctor to check up on her routinely.<br><br></div><div>That’s how your decision was made.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Quick and easy.<br><br></div><div>“Hey, I said, what’re you wearing?” You’re snapped back to present time as you hear your husband’s voice rattling you again. You look down at yourself, the pale green dress you wore hanging loosely on you like a curtain. “...My dress?” You reply uncertainly and his face is clearly showing disgust.<br><br></div><div>“I told you to leave those old rags at home, we’re going to get you new ones,” The two of you are standing outside the door of your shared bedroom, him having to wait outside for you as you got dressed. “...Well, prince,” you started, a bit of venom in your words, “Would you like me to go out naked, then?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche feels a growl in his throat. His misconception that you would be easier to handle than rich, stuck-up nobles was now biting him back in the ass. He didn’t expect you to be so sassy and annoying. “No, there was a dress laid out for you earlier this morning, why didn’t you wear that?”<br><br></div><div>You could hear the annoyance in his voice, sentence drawled out through his grit teeth. You shrugged and recalled your thoughts earlier, “It’s a cream colour, it’ll get dirty easily,”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“You look dirty in this green one too,”<br><br></div><div>You twirl in the dress, “not as bad as your attitude though,” you counter.<br><br></div><div>“This coming from someone who needs to take extra etiquette lessons because the instructor said you failed in every aspect,” He’s one to talk too, but he glares at you and you have no comeback for his retort. It wasn’t easy blending into the noble world. The etiquette lessons were intensive, and they ranged from a lot of different things, starting from how to pour tea up till more educational matters like how to manage the castle’s finances or human resources.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You didn’t know that a princess had to take care of things like that, and in your split moment of silence, lost in your thoughts, you give up and let out a huff. “Fine,” you walk back into the room, slamming the door behind you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche turns around and walks away from the door, pinching the bridge of his nose and waving at two passing maids, “Get in there and make sure she’s in a proper looking dress before she comes out,” He clearly trusted the maids’ fashion sense more than yours.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Minutes later, him having to wait for at least 30 minutes now, he turns around already with a pissed off look on his face when he hears the door open, but his eyebrows quirk up when he sees you in the dress. It’s the typical surprised reaction from a man, you notice, as you awkwardly stand there in such a lavish dress. The maids excuse themselves, but you grin a little and yet again do another twirl in front of him. “Not bad, right?” there’s a slight happiness in your voice, possibly one that he’s never heard before. It had only been five days after all.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Five days of him treating you like a servant more than his wife. Five days of laying on the same bed yet you putting pillows in between you as some sort of partition. Not like he was interested in being near you anyway, the whole thing was fully political for him. He just wanted access to the throne immediately.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Come on,” he replies without answering your earlier half-question and you follow him, walking behind him instead of next to him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The carriage had been ready since morning, and the two of you sat on opposite sides of each other as you travelled through the town, making your way to the most well-known tailors in the kingdom.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche was uninterested with the whole process, even when the tailor asked him for his opinion, he merely sat at the chair provided to him and sipped his tea. “It doesn’t matter, just make her and get her something that’ll put attention away from that ugly face of hers,” he was serious too, as he didn’t bat an eyelid, and didn’t even look your way when trying out a few.<br><br></div><div>The shopping spree ended in the afternoon, but as you looked at yourself in the mirror wearing the same cream dress from earlier, you blinked at the image of your face. Were you really that ugly? Despite never letting other people’s opinions get to you, when said directly over and over again, it seeded a lot of insecurities in you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The ride back to the castle was silent. You looking out the window and into the orange sky. Him doing the same, but on the opposite window. It was silent during dinner too, he made no effort to converse and neither did you. He disappeared off to somewhere after dinner, and for the past 5 days the routine was for you to get ready for bed while he was away.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Don’t tell me I picked a stupid one too,” he was scowling at you when the etiquette instructor told Scaramouche that you needed more lessons. It had been a week after the dress shopping, and nothing had changed. He was disrespectful and relentless in his insults. The instructor tried to explain that it was a lot to take in, but Scaramouche didn’t listen.<br><br></div><div>“Look here, Y/N,” he spat out your name like it was dirt. “I’m giving you another week to pick up on your lessons, one of the formal balls is approaching, I’m not going with an uncultured swine,” you winced a little at his tone, your eyes cast downwards, ashamed that the instructor had to listen to him talking to you like this.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You normally would have something to say to him. Normally would have something smart to say or a sassy remark, but the week of having no support from anyone and having an unkind husband who did nothing but put you down was weeding its way around to your thoughts, turning them negative as well.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I’m cutting off funds to your family until you master your lessons,” your head snapped up and you audibly gasped. The instructor was clearly getting uncomfortable, being caught up in the middle of this. “That’s not part of the deal! You said I wouldn’t have to worry about them anymore!”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“That’s what<strong> Kuni</strong> said, I myself said no such thing. Your family is none of my concern, if you can’t do what you have to do, then they don’t get what they need to get,” Your concerned face fell into a blank one.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>There was a silence between you that consisted of you emotionlessly staring at him. Scaramouche wasn’t phased at all, he stared back, practiced in the art of not giving a damn. “...You’re horrible,” you suddenly breathe out.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He chuckles and crosses his arms above his chest. “You haven’t seen half of it, Y/N,” and there’s a glint in his eyes. A glint that told you he had probably seen some disturbing things, and might as well be planning them too.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Determination was not really what drove you the next week to master your lessons. It was desperation. Hours after hours of practice, hours after hours of studying in the library. The instructor was fast recognizing the signs of burnout in your demeanor, the way that you refused to take breaks, the way you refused to stop even when it was already late at night.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche noticed it too. It had been him who was coming to the bedroom late in the evening, but these days you had come in later than him, and collapsed on the bed dead tired, immediately passing out as soon as your head hit the pillow. You didn’t even have enough energy to put up the pillow partition between the two of you.<br><br></div><div>By Sunday, at the end of the week, as you and Scaramouche walked towards the dining hall for breakfast, you following behind him, he hears a soft shuffle and a quiet thud from behind him. He turns around, an insult ready at his tongue, when he sees you on a heap at the floor, laying on your side, face concealed.<br><br></div><div>“What the...” Scaramouche mutters and walks up to you, nudging you a little with his shoe. When you don’t respond, he calls out to you, “Get up,” he says and crouches down to touch your shoulder and to push you onto your back to show him that you were breathing heavily, cheeks flushed a dangerous shade of dark pink, eyes shut tight.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>His brows furrowed, not having seen anyone in this state before, he instinctively takes his hand and lays it on your forehead. It surprises him how hot to the touch it was, and he takes his hand back to just look at you. Suddenly his brows furrowing isn’t out of rage, there’s a bit of concern laced into it, you looked as if you were in pain and struggling to breathe.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He hadn’t sensed anything wrong earlier, perhaps because he didn’t really care nor paid attention to you much. You were a puppet to him, and now that it looked as if you were broken, he had half the mind to actually just get rid of you, until he realized he had already spent too much time waiting for you to finish your etiquette lessons. “Tsk,” he lets out and picks you up in his arms.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He’s surprisingly strong. All those nights he would come back late was because he actually had training, he wasn’t as frail as he looked and even had good command of the magic artes, not that you knew about it, being his stranger-wife.<br><br></div><div>He called for a doctor, and had Kuni and the head maid look after your health for the day as he went on with his business. When he came back, Kuni told him you hadn’t woken up yet, not even once, and Scaramouche couldn’t find it in him to be angry.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>It was an unfamiliar feeling of concern that prickled him for the fastest second, and then it was gone, replaced by his most familiar emotion of annoyance. “It’s fine, leave,” Scaramouche ordered, wanting his peace and quiet in his own room. Though, truthfully, he wasn’t really sure what to do with you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He was told your fever had gone down, and the doctor had spotted signs of extreme fatigue, but that was it.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Strangely, he couldn’t sleep well that night, he kept looking over his shoulder, checking the small rise and fall of your chest, then turning back around to close his eyes, sleeping for a while, before suddenly waking up and looking over his shoulder towards you again. He did that a couple of times, before finally falling dead asleep through the rest of the night.&nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>all of you, all of me </title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Scaramouche used to hate having you trail after him everywhere when the two of you were young. He would run, he would hide, he would call you names, but still, you refused to leave him alone. You remember exploring Chinju forest with him when his patience finally ran out. He abandoned you in the forest, and you’d sobbed and wailed your heart out, calling out his name over and over. You’d only been lost for about ten minutes before Scaramouche stomped his way back to you, his heavy footsteps shocking amidst the heavy silence.<br><br></div><div>“Stop crying already.” He’d snapped, though his fingers had been exceedingly gentle as they’d wiped the tears seeping from your eyes. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”<br><br></div><div>Your tears had stopped, though your shaking hadn’t. It hadn’t stopped until Scaramouche had taken your hand in his, walking back home with you to the Kamisato estate.<br><br></div><div>You can’t help but think about that day now, when the darkness remains thick around you, as fresh sobs catch in your throat, a new wave of tears pouring down from your eyes. You catch a glimpse of pale, delicate features through your welling eyes, Scaramouche’s face lighting up as the first flash of electricity cuts through the mist hanging low above the ground, lightning arcing to the ground not a second behind. Scaramouche is quick to jump into battle, a huge, bloody fight between him and the Treasure Hoarders breaking out; though it’s one-sided at best, if the screams of pain are anything to go by.<br><br></div><div>An eerie silence descends. There is no crashing, no sound of footsteps.<br><br></div><div>Just you open your mouth to call out for Scaramouche in a tear-clogged voice, the crashing returns, definitely footsteps this time, and ones you recognise to be his. You remember him moving with the quiet gracefulness of a ghost, and a small part of you wonders if he’s doing this for your benefit, so as not to scare you even further. Blindly, you stumble towards Scaramouche, who heads towards you, an unstoppable force in your direction.<br><br></div><div>“Crying again?” He asks, and his voice is so familiar, it’s almost as though he’s never left Inazuma, never left <em>you</em>. This close, you can feel the warmth rolling off his skin. He cups your cheeks gently, running his thumbs under your eyes to dry the leftover tears there. It’s a surprisingly intimate gesture, from <em>Scaramouche </em>of all people, and it causes the blood to rush to your cheeks. “You really are hopeless.”<br><br></div><div>There’s a long silence following his words, broken only by the sound of your breathing and the quiet sobs that you try to swallow back so that you can speak, or do anything but <em>cry</em>, really. Words that need to be said, and maybe some that don’t, are like invisible fireworks exploding in the empty space between the two of you, and you’re determined not to let him leave; not until you’ve said what needs to be said.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche must mistake your tears for those of pain; he goes rigid, and his eyes are locked onto your frame with cold rage. “What’s wrong? Did they hurt you?”<br><br></div><div>He doesn’t wait for an answer, or perhaps he thinks that you <em>can’t</em> answer. His eyes darken, from their usual airy blue to a stormy purple, a little more luminous than usual, less rich. Instead, he takes your hands in his. His hands are strong and so much larger than yours now. His skin feels thicker — tougher — than your own, and the contrast is exhilarating. His touch is comforting, warming, as his power travels over your skin, seeking to heal you of your ailments and whatever injuries Scaramouche is afraid you might have sustained. Though you’re aware that there aren’t any; you’ve been far too well-protected for that. Scaramouche had ensured that not even a hair upon your head had been harmed.<br><br></div><div>Your throat is so raw from crying, but you still can’t stop. Still, you manage to gasp out his name in between sobs. <em>“Scara.”<br></em><br></div><div>“Now what?” Scaramouche asks, and though his words are all hard edges, his voice is soft. He’s still holding onto your hands, even though he must know by now that you’re uninjured.<br><br></div><div>“I’m. I’m, I’m just really happy to see you again.” The dam inside you has broken, and there is no controlling what comes out with the tears; your words and your feelings spill out of you in one messy, hopelessly tangled wad. “I missed you so much.”<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>kiss this year goodbye</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>xiao</strong> is nervous. he hopes you don't see the tremble of his hands and the flicking of his eyes from across the room. he doesn't even like parties, let alone ones with lots of people, where everyone is somewhat tipsy and very, very fixated on something as bold as a midnight kiss. it's not exactly his cup of tea, but when you asked if he was going or not he knew it would be absolutely idiotic of him to refuse this opportunity and let someone else capture your heart. but now that he's here, xiao realises he has no idea what to do. god, he's too awkward for all this romance stuff; heart beating erratically out of his chest, hands clammy from clutching at each other in a desperate attempt to calm himself. he wants to respect you but the all the words his friends taught him to say are stuck in his throat once he's close to you. a sweet smile graces your features and he can't help the blush that spreads across his face. "can i... kiss you?" without even thinking, he nods and closes his eyes, shutting out everything except the sensation of your lips melded together with his.<br><br></div><div><strong>childe</strong> wants you to remember him. the way he looks at you and how much admiration and adoration they hold, the way his touch burns your skin wherever his fingertips trail, the way your bodies fit perfectly together in each other's curves. he wants you to remember him, even if tonight is only a one-time thing, even if tonight is only temporary. new year's eve is nothing forgettable, and he doesn't think he is, too- that's until he sees you. because you deserve more than just a fleeting fling or something hasty. maybe you're way out of his league, but he wants himself permanently imprinted in your mind. childe wants his presence to linger and his essence to float around you for days or weeks or months or years, if you'll allow him to. he wants to bring you joy, see that smile on your face, hear that bubbly laughter and feel your light punch to his shoulder whenever he cracks a stupid joke. you're right here in front of him, and with no more time to waste he leans in close, hand softly cupping your face, lips soft against yours. tonight is only the beginning. just a moment longer.<br><br></div><div><strong>scaramouche </strong>can't believe he's kissing you in front of all these people. he's used to getting a ton of attention, that's for sure; but not when he's about to practically pour his heart out to his long-time love interest. expressing his feelings to you is bad enough already, it's nothing short of a nightmare that he has to put it on display for everyone he knows (and doesn't know) to see. but if he's being honest, he really couldn't care less about who's looking at him; he cares about who's looking at you. he knows your very presence attracts the gaze of almost every person in the room and god does the thought make him jealous. so on the brink of midnight he whisks you away, out into the cool crisp midnight air. it's dark out, barely a trace of starlight piercing through the sparse cloud, a glittering skyline blinking in pitch black. the way he holds eye contact with you is nothing less than intense, akin to the passionate kiss that soon lands on your lips, and it screams nothing but "you're mine".<br><br></div><div><strong>zhongli</strong> is all for formality, and so you both know of this plan to kiss each other on midnight during new year's eve. you'd think certainty would dissipate nerves, but the ancipatoon is almost unbearable- your eyes are practically glued to the clock. a forced smile plastered on your face, an awkward laugh directed towards an acquaintance. to be honest, you don't really want to be here for anyone else except zhongli, and little do you know he feels the same about you. his amber eyes are warm and welcoming in the chilly midnight weather, heat spreading through your heart (and across your skin) as his touch graces your face. zhongli's presence is everything but distressing- his embrace is caring, comforting, heartwarming, and you can't tell if its tenderness calms your beating heart or accelerates it amidst your admiration. he goes slow enough for you to notice every little action; the tilting of your chin towards him slightly, his breaths against your lips before you close your eyes and let it all happen.<br><br></div><div><strong>albedo</strong> wonders what defines a rom-com worthy midnight kiss on new year's eve, like the ones sucrose gushes over. the male lead always seems to know exactly what he's doing- they're such smooth talkers and experienced kissers, and a single peck always ends up with two sets of clothes on the floor later on in the night. but that's not what albedo is going for, and it's a shame that he couldn't test out all the possibilities before this very anticipated night came. you're beautiful. flawless. ethereal. he wants to capture you in this very moment, memorise the feeling of your touch on his skin. he's shamelessly enamoured with you and yet when you turn around to lock eyes with him it's like time stops. albedo feels himself freeze up when your lips meet his. there's a peculiar sweetness about this kiss; not like sweet flowers or strawberries or icing on top of a cupcake, but something mellower and softer. maybe he'll try to recreate this again someday. this might be your first kiss with him, but it definitely won't be the last.<br><br></div><div><strong>kaeya</strong> wants your first kiss to be perfect. it's not that he isn't confident in his own abilities, but there's something about confessing to his best friend in such an obvious way that stirs unfamiliar butterflies in his stomach. not to be cocky, but he's kissed so many people before. he knows that flushed expression and breathless sigh and starstruck look in people's eyes with just a single brush of his fingertips; but somehow you're... different. kaeya smiles at you when couples begin to wander closer to each other, and he can't read the expectant look on your face as he slides his hands around your waist. your gaze flicks from his eyes to his lips and back up again, and god if he wasn't being prudent maybe he'd take the hint and press you against that nearby wall right now. but you're not dense either, and so when the clock strikes twelve you lift a hand to his hair and run your fingers through it, and he decides he can't resist any longer.<br><br></div><div><strong>gorou</strong> tries to do everything right. for his own pride's sake, yes, but more for your happiness. he knows how excited you were for new year's eve- it's all you've been talking about for weeks now; planning your outfit, your jewellery, asking him how you should do your hair, always with the widest smile plastered across your face. and so tonight, you're sort of matching for this party, coordinated at least, with cute accessories of similar colour that stand out loud and clear because you two are practically connected at the hip. he won't show it, but gorou's heart is beating out of his chest, butterflies erupting from his stomach with every lingering touch you leave on his skin. he just hopes he can make this night what you truly wanted it to be, and he's pretty sure it went well when you leap into his arms as midnight approaches, the sound of exploding fireworks accompanying the way you giggle into the most joy-filled kiss he has ever had in his entire life.<br><br></div><div><strong>diluc</strong> hopes you don't notice how much he's lost his composure. everything was supposed to go the right way so he could confess his love to you with a kiss at midnight while everyone else was absorbed in their own... people- but it turns out that his blushing and his brother's obnoxious whispering was loud enough for you to hear. a cheeky grin spreads across your face that he knows all too well, fingers intertwining slowly. he cannot, for reasons he can't explain, tear his eyes away from yours. it's like his sense of direction has been completely lost, wandering into an expanse of you and only you, here and now. that's until he suddenly stumbles forward from a push towards you from no one else but the damned kaeya alberich. but it's a blessing in disguise, because once he gathers the courage to tuck that strand of hair behind your ear and kiss you on the lips for the first time, there's no denying that both he and you (embarrassingly so) want even more.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>a puppet loosely strung</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The Balladeer believes he knows what humanity is like. He does not have to be human to understand that they do whatever they desire, regardless of if it’s right or wrong, if only because they fear the repercussions of <em>not</em> doing so- he does not have to be human to understand that they have an innate drive to be vile, cruel, <em>pathetic</em>- not when he has seen it first hand, over, and over, and over again.<br><br></div><div>A puppet crafted by divine hands, Scaramouche was made to follow the will of others, to perform as he’s told to. And, when he was discarded, he found new hands to carry him, only for those hands to be slain for his own sake. When he was sought out by the Fatui, surely, any person would have recognized the pattern: humanity is worthlessly stupid. But, Scaramouche was not any person at all. He was a puppet who had grown bored of having his strings pulled. Humanity is worthlessly stupid, he agrees with the pattern- but that just makes them perfect pawns. Could he really be blamed, then, for seizing the opportunity to be the puppetmaster when it arose?<br><br></div><div>Seated on the balcony of a teahouse that had just recently opened in his homeland, Scaramouche scans the streets of Inazuma as his… “<em>diplomatic partner</em>” muses out loud on their respective missions.<br><br></div><div>“The Shogun here does not seem to be that disagreeable,” La Signora traces the rim of her tea cup with a clawed finger, not even bothering to look and see if The Balladeer was listening- she was aware that he wasn’t. “Why, I’d even go as far to say that her vision for Inazuma falls quite nicely in line with The Tsaritsa’s plans for all of Teyvat. I wonder if she’d even put up much of a fight for her gnosis at all, given how well her decree seems to be working.”<br><br></div><div>It’s rare for Scaramouche to wish that he actually had a subordinate here to take his place. Unfortunately for his patience, they’d all been scattered across the islands to prepare for the first act of his plan to weaken the resistance. If he were to consider it, Signora was definitely one of the least troublesome Harbingers to have been paired with in Inazuma. Oh, sure, she was just as annoying as the rest of them, carrying herself with an air of superiority that she hardly deserves, but her cold and heartless personality was-if he <em>had</em> to praise her-respectable enough. At the very least, he wasn’t sent here with Tartaglia or Pierro. Tsaritsa forbid, he would certainly lose his shit if he had to listen to <em>their </em>nonsense for any extended amount of time. With Signora, though, it’s easy enough to drown her out.<br><br></div><div>And that he does, resting his chin on his palm and tapping his fingers on the table, focusing on the life beneath him. It’s strange, he thinks, how different things are from the last time he’d been here. For an archon so strict about her ideals of eternity, the Shogun's new puppet has certainly allowed much to change in little more than a few months. The thought is almost amusing to Scaramouche.<br><br></div><div>Though, it would seem that some things will forever remain the same, he realizes when he makes out a familiar form in the streets. The figure is cheerfully reading a novel to a group of children gathered at their feet, turning the cover every so often to let them see the pictures. Of course, you had <em>always </em>been kind- inhumanly so. Perhaps the inhuman part should be stressed, perhaps that's why you’re able to look out at the world and smile. If you were human, Scaramouche wonders if you, too, would fall into the depravity that haunts their kind.<br><br></div><div>He does not get to consider it for too long, as your gazes meet.<br><br></div><div>You’re not supposed to bother him while he’s working- for your own safety, your lover has stressed time and time again- but the two of you are quite a distance apart right now, surely it would be fine to send him a perfectly friendly and unassuming greeting, right? If only so he knows that you’re thinking of him. So, you do, lifting your arm to wave happily at him, even adding in a wide smile.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche nearly finds himself lifting his hand to mimic the gesture instinctively, but manages to catch himself and quickly drops his palm back to the table, dipping his head away and further into his other hand.<br><br></div><div>La Signora notices, of course, having seen her fellow harbinger make the exact same face as the one he dons now several times since arriving in Inazuma. The way he casts his eyes downward as he tries to fight the shade of red threatening to color his cheeks, how his mouth flattens into a forced scowl so he doesn’t accidentally smile- a part of her is angry, resentful, even. Once, oh so many years ago, she had made such a similar expression toward her own late lover. However, Signora’s bitterness is overpowered by a feeling of pity- though, for herself or for her companion, she cannot tell- and she decides it might be good to offer some advice to the lovesick fool in front of her. That, and, well, it’s funny to tease him.<br><br></div><div>“Your little Y/N’s out reading to the town's children again?” She purrs, glancing over the balcony to where Scaramouche’s eyes once fell. “My, don’t they ever get tired? It seems for the entirety of our time here, they’ve been out and about, chattering mindlessly with anyone who passes by. It’s not surprising they’re so well-liked.”<br><br></div><div>“Don’t say their name. Don’t even look at them.” Scaramouche growls, indigo eyes glaring into her icy ones.<br><br></div><div>“Come now, Balladeer, possessiveness is hardly an endearing trait in a lover.” She sighs with a plastic smile. Remarkably, he holds her stare in spite of an embarrassed flush snaking its way across his face at her use of the word lover. Another sour pang of pity hits her stomach at the sight, and she tilts her head. Her smile drops. “No, really, Scaramouche, I can’t help but wonder what they see in you. There they are, reading stories to kids, while you have a body count in the hundreds. They spend their free time caring for the sick, and you spend yours slamming underlings faces into the floor. Tell me, do they actually know who you are? Do you really think someone like them is content with someone like you?”<br><br></div><div><em>Shut up.</em> Scaramouche wants to spew. <em>You don’t know a fucking thing about them or me. You don’t know anything at all. </em>The venom dies in his throat. Instead, Scaramouche slams his palms down on the table and stands.<br><br></div><div>“La Signora,” He declares, not bothering to tuck his stool back beneath the table. He gives her one last glare and adds, “Don’t fuck up your end of the mission.”<br><br></div><div>And with that, he leaves. It wasn’t an unexpected response, Signora knows. Still, as she lifts her teacup to her lips, she cannot help but hope her intentions did reach the Balladeer. It’s for the best, isn’t it? People like them were never made to survive the experience of love- yes, it would always be best to cut it off as swiftly as possible before the feeling overcomes you. After all, she would know better than anyone: Heartbreak is a dangerous thing.<br><br></div><div>It’s quite late into the night when your partner returns to your shared home. That’s not unusual, of course, you’re just glad he’s home at all. You’re already in your sleepwear, awaiting his arrival by the kotatsu table with a novel in hand. The same one you were reading to the children earlier, in fact- the prose is a bit flowery, but you’re rather fond of the artstyle within it. The story, too, is rather interesting. Perhaps Kunikuzushi would like to hear about it?<br><br></div><div>“Welcome home, my love.” You hum warmly, ever so slightly sleepily. He does not respond, instead yanking off his shoes and tossing them haphazardly by the door. Even the way he takes his hat off is rough, though he is more gentle when hanging it on the coat rack. Ah, he’s in a bad mood. Well, that’s not unusual, either. This isn’t the first time he’s come through the door grumpy, and it certainly won’t be the last.<br><br></div><div>What <em>is</em> unusual is the way he does not move to sit directly beside you, nor does he stomp off to your room to cool off from whatever is bothering him. Even in his worst moods, he has always been sure to inform you that he needs time alone. The only incident you can recall when this was different was when he’d returned from a failed mission a few months back, and was particularly shaken by something he’d discovered, choosing to sit in your back garden for hours into the night, just staring up at the sky. But, no, never has he sat on his knees across from you, fists clenched on the table, silently peering down.<br><br></div><div>It’s… certainly different, but, you decide, it is not the end of the world. You are patient. When Kunikuzushi is ready to talk, you trust that he will. He always has before. For the time being, you return to reading your novel- or, at least, you pretend to. You’re pretty sure if you were to continue reading on, you’d fall asleep. And you can’t have that! Not when your dear lover is upset about something.<br><br></div><div>You don’t have to wait too long, as you hear him release a sigh. “... Y/N.” Something about his voice causes worry to settle into you. It has been centuries since he’s spoken to you with such… hesitation? Much less with hesitation at the very beginning of a conversation. You gently place your book on the table and give him your full attention. Still, he does not look at you. His eyes briefly dart over to your novel before trailing back to the table in front of him. His hands… Are they trembling?<br><br></div><div>“Y/N. Why do you stay with me?”<br><br></div><div>The question alarms you. Goodness above, what happened to him today? Five hundred years and he has <em>never</em> asked you something so… insecure.<br><br></div><div>“Because I love you, Kunikuzushi.” You answer honestly. This causes his gaze to finally reach yours, and you feel your heart drop. His eyes were glassy, and, sure, you’ve seen him cry before, but given his previous question and current behavior, his searching stare makes your stomach twist anxiously.<br><br></div><div>“You shouldn’t.” He says lowly. “You shouldn’t, Y/N. I’m vile, and cruel, and-” he stops himself before he can finish with <em>pathetic</em>. Even at such a weak moment, his pride won’t let him admit that.<br><br></div><div>“-<em>And</em>, I love you.” You finish for him.<br><br></div><div>And. Not <em>but</em>, not <em>in spite of</em>. <strong><em>And </em></strong><em>you love him</em>.<br><br></div><div>“I… hurt people. I enjoy hurting them. I could hurt you, too. Easily, too easily. Y/N, I could kill you right this instant and you wouldn’t even realize what I was doing before your head rolled on the floor.”<br><br></div><div>“And I love you.”<br><br></div><div>Kunikuzushi looks at you helplessly. He was well aware that you weren’t stupid, so why…<br><br></div><div>You reach across the kotatsu table, gently setting your hands on top of his, never looking away from him. Every part of him screams to rip away from you, disgust clenching his chest. He can’t. His hands are shaking.<br><br></div><div>“I love you,” you say once more. “I know you. I know what you are, who you are, and I love you. I trust you, with everything I have, Kunikuzushi. My heart, my body, my life- I have chosen to share myself with you, because I love you.”<br><br></div><div>You give his hands a soft squeeze before pulling away. He swallows thickly and nods, drawing his own hands to his lap and looking back down. You choose to get up from your position and move to sit closer beside him, giving him enough space to move away if he needs to… but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans into you, resting his weary head on your shoulder. Slowly, you move your arm behind him, rubbing circles comfortingly on his back. He takes your other hand in his and closes his eyes.<br><br></div><div>Tonight, he is unable to tell you that he loves you, too. He does not have to. After all, you know. You know just how you’ve wrapped his heartstrings around your finger, and he knows that your delicate hands would never cast him away. You know that he is yours, and he knows that you are his. And that is all either of you need to know, from now, until the end of time.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>how Xiao, Scaramouche, Kazuha, and/or Tartaglia would be with an s/o who’s very small, weak, and fragile due to a genetic defect?</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>XIAO</strong> knew it was a matter of time. In fear he might distance himself when he finds out, you keep it hidden, just saying you’re simply malnourished. He’ll ask Smiley Yanxiao, to take care of you. But in the end, he was the last to know when your time was up, as you cough out the remaining time with him at your side, as he destroyed himself from the inside out from guilt and karmic debt because unbearable after all these years. He can see the other yakshas on the other side.<br><br></div><div><strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong> is scared. So scared, he doesn’t want to be alone. After being discarded, when you could slip at any moment, he insults you. “Weak piece of shit,” or “fragile coward.” But in reality, the thought of you perishing at any moment has him tugging you to him, spending research on himself, trying to find a replacement body for you, a puppet vessel to try save you, even pairing up with Dottore to find any way to preserve your memory.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAZUHA</strong> doesn’t hesitate to serenade you, back to bed. You’re like a leaf, one he holds to his lips, but fragile and disappears in an amount of time. It’s only time till winter comes. He’s always been alone, and he’s afraid. So afraid, as he whispers into your skin when he thinks you’re sleeping. “A leaf in the wind, gently escaping me so. And the last line..” He can’t do anything, so it’s best to make the most of it before winter comes.<br><br></div><div><strong>TARTAGLIA </strong>gives you the best of the best. He tries to have you live with his family soon, get married fast, before it’s all over like a fever dream. Lullabies, soups from his hometown, as he helps you get up to cook with him, gently putting his hands over yours and guiding you. The best of doctors, and has promised on a ring he will marry you. Too bad you couldn’t keep his promise, as you wither away and succumb to illness. imagine dying lol<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>i want to spend my days doing horribly mundane things with you.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>couch — childe<br></strong><br></div><div>the both of you are on your couch. <em>our couch,</em> he corrects you and you only nod, not letting the smile sneak onto your face. you still refuse to give him the satisfaction of admitting that maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t be so opposed of him becoming a more stable part of your life. that maybe, just maybe, there are butterflies in your stomach every time he even but gently smiles at you. that maybe your mom already knows almost everything about him despite meeting him only a couple of times. that maybe, you’d hate to let him go and slip away from your grasp. no, you’d rather die than do that.<br><br></div><blockquote><em>you’re going to be the end of me, truly.</em></blockquote><div><strong>waking up at 2pm — kazuha<br></strong><br></div><div>you don’t know what time it is; you don’t bother getting out of the bed and opening your curtains. you feel his warm body against yours and it makes you feel safe — his hands are loosely wrapped against your waist and his legs intertwined with yours. his hair is spilled all over his pillow and the braid he braided himself before falling asleep is nowhere to be found; it has seemed to fallen apart during the night. his breathing is even, falling into sync with yours. the light is dimmed, the hanging fabric making it almost impossible for the sun rays to come through. it is not comfortable, not really; but at the same time, it’s the most comfortable thing in the world.<br><br></div><blockquote><em>oh, did i wake you up? sorry.</em></blockquote><div><strong>grocery store — thoma<br></strong><br></div><div>you don’t want to be here and you know he doesn’t really want to be here either. you’re tired and he’s too, yet he grabs the cart and pushes it forward. you move after him, grabbing the items you need. you yawn and he does too, shortly after you. the lights are making weird noises and the cashier seems to be even more drained out of life than the both of you. the beeping of the products getting scanned is heard in the whole store when you finally go to pay. it’s only the three of you here; you bid the woman a sleepy goodbye and head back home. you didn’t say almost anything, yet it doesn’t matter.<br><br></div><blockquote><em>come on, tomorrow i’ll make you your favorite meal — and that’s a promise.</em></blockquote><div><strong>walking from a bus stop — scaramouche<br></strong><br></div><div>you’re walking rhythmically, an umbrella over your heads and raindrops hitting the ground. the road next to the pavement is busy with cars; it’s loud, but also quiet at the same time. you don’t say anything when his arms brush against yours, his bare skin making contact with yours. you pretend you don’t see him blushing and he pretends he doesn’t see your eyes fixated on him. the rain is still pouring hard, yet you don’t pay any mind to it. you feel content, and oh, what a beautiful thing it is, to feel content.<br><br></div><blockquote><em>hurry up, i wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.</em></blockquote>]]></description>
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         <title>𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ♡</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Scaramouche, I understand you don’t like the idea of marrying someone you just met but it’ll be great for the economy.”<br><br></div><div>“For what? money? reputation?...couldn’t we do that without marrying a random lovesick girl? Say them I’m not gonna do it.” Scara said waving around the proposal between his fingers.<br><br></div><div>A lovesick princess gave out a proposal for marrying the prince of Inazuma...well more like begged, she was annoyingly perfect in every way. Scaramouche was close to you and gave you many privileges, one of them is reading the letter and give him what is mattering.<br><br></div><div>The princess was extremely bright with the words she wrote down on the proposal and convinced you them getting married would help everyone, Scara was upset you thought someone else was the one for him after hinting you multiple times that he shared feelings for you but his way of hinting was very...different.<br><br></div><div>“She’s a pretty one...caring, sweet, obedient, charming and a <strong>princess</strong>...she’s coming over so you can take a look or yourself, we can always cancel it if you don’t like her.” you tried your best to make him accept it, after all, you were just a faithful guard and should do what is best for everyone.<br><br></div><div>“...fine, but we’re turning back after I see even a small imperfection!”<br><br></div><div>“Of course.”<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>She truly was perfect, from head to toe, almost like a blessing from the archons...well, Scaramouche says otherwise, “I’m still not agreeing to it. Her true natures will get revealed in a week, watch it!”<br><br></div><div>A week passed by...nothing, He tried everything to break her but nothing.<br><br></div><div>You watched as they drank tea in their little ‘picnic’ that was in the royal garden. Trying your best to hold in the tears as you watch Scara lean in as the princess feeds him.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche couldn’t do anything, he had to accept fate. After all, he made a promise to his Y/n.<br><br></div><div>He was drinking his tea peacefully as he barely listened to the princess, “...so I’ll take that you accept my proposal!”<br><br></div><div>Poor timing really.<br><br></div><div>Scara choked on his drink repeatedly startling the princess, you rushed over to him bending him over placing pressure on his stomach while putting two-finger in his mouth in a panic taking the risk of accidentally getting bit but anything to help your prince.<br><br></div><blockquote><em>A/n: when someone is choking please refrain from putting your fingers in their mouth- you might get them bit off- other than that if someone is choking do what Y/n is doin’&nbsp; </em>♡</blockquote><div>“Scara, keep coughing! I need you to cough it out!”<br><br></div><div>Eventually, he got everything out and it all worked out, “Thank you, Y/n...”<br><br></div><div>You smiled lightly as you bowed and getting ready to take your leave before, “Miss. Y/n?” You turn to see the princess, she looked bothered by something.<br><br></div><div>“What?”<br><br></div><div>“Excuse me? Don’t use that tone with me! Know your place! First, you call the prince by a pathetic nickname and now you’re giving me that disgusting attitude! Ugh..- huh?-<br><br></div><div>“I advice you not to use that to use those foul words with her.”<br><br></div><div>“I- Huh!? Aren’t you supposed to defend me!? I’m your future spouse not that useless rat- eCK- NuHG-<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche wrapped his hand around her throat with her now choking, he did it till she turned blue, after releasing the princess fell on her hinges, tears slipped as she backed away.<br><br></div><div>“I warned you. It was about time the facade dropped, get out of my face.”<br><br></div><div>She squirmed away as fast as she could in fear of what he might do next.<br><br></div><div>“Prince...-<br><br></div><div>“It’s Scara,” he said almost scowling at the word you uttered after the incident.<br><br></div><div>“Yes Scara, thank you and I’m sorry to disappoint you...but she was partly right. She had all right to state that, I’m just a guard I should know my place. I-<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche reeled you by the waist, tangling your hair through his fingers as he placed his lips on yours.<br><br></div><div>It was wrong, but it feels right in many ways...<br><br></div><div>He bit your bottom lips making you gasp, hastily sliding his tongue in as he turned it to a full-on make-out session.<br><br></div><div>After a while he finally broke the kiss wearing a satisfied smile, “I don’t remember giving you permission on talking down on yourself, did I?”<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-05 09:31:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>how they write their letters.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>cyno ×</strong></div><ul><li>whenever cyno goes to study on the other side of teyvat, he makes sure to write and send you letters regularly. he might say that he only does it since you asked him to before he left, but we all know he'll miss you just as much as you'll miss him (and maybe a teensy bit more)</li><li>he always proofreads and studies his letters a billion times before sending them off to you while he's abroad. it's not completely that he wants everything to be one-hundred percent perfect, but it's more like he cares about what you think about the letters and he kind of wants to impress you too</li><li>in a platonic friendship with you, he'll send you letters starting off with a simple <em>dear [name]</em> and ending with a <em>best regards</em> or <em>sincerely</em>.</li><li>but in a romantic relationship? he's stumped.</li><li>cyno doesn't want to end letters with the same <em>love </em>he thinks that everyone else uses, he's too good for that. instead, he chooses to (smugly) write <em>all yours </em>with his name in perfect intricate cursive at the end of his letters.</li><li>everytime he sends you a letter it's in a clean white envelope with a little square paper alongside it. it's been a tradition between you two to send little faces to each other on the small paper.</li><li>you started it when you sent a letter with an additonal note that had a smiley face on it, a tiny message written under the face that said <em>"remember to eat, you grump!" </em>you couldn't hold in a laugh when his letter back had an angry face on the cover of the envelope and a little note that said <em>"you don't have to tell me!" </em>it's mostly funny because of the fact that he never ends sentences in his letter with exclamation points.</li><li>cyno might think saying <em>love</em> at the end of letters is cheesy, but if you do it his heart flutters in his chest reading it.</li><li>no matter what your handwriting looks like, he will always like looking and analyzing it. it might make him miss you even more, thinking about you back home alone, but in the end it'll just motivate him to finish his work and come back sooner :)</li></ul><div><strong>scaramouche ×</strong></div><ul><li>scaramouche is very busy and won't be able to send letters back to you all the time, but he definitely reads all of your letters addressed to him.</li><li>when you do something get back though, it's almost always a huge box with souvenirs and a letter inside, your name neatly written on top of it. every time you see the package, you sigh in relief in knowing that your boyfriend is okay, but also sigh in defeat as you know that scaramouche will never stop sending you expensive things.</li><li>his letters to you are sometimes short and sometimes three pages long, it really depends on how busy his schedule is. he never writes <em>dear [name],</em> it's always <em>my love </em>(even if you tease him about it).</li><li>for someone who's so cold and easily annoyed all the time, he's surprisingly soft-sounding in his letters. after scaramouche writes about how's he doing/his day, he always checks up on you with things like <em>"have you drank water yet?"</em> and <em>"make sure to take a break when you need it."</em></li><li>there was even one time where you could see a crossed out "or else" after he wrote <em>"get enough sleep tonight", </em>and it made you laugh out loud</li><li>he ends his letters similarly to cyno, something like <em>"yours"</em> or <em>"yours truly". </em>it's like a small hidden message, saying that even though he isn't physically next to you, he still loves and cares about you.</li><li>in short letters though, he'll quickly write only his name in the end (somehow though his handwriting still looks really good in a rush??)</li><li>and speaking of his handwriting, it's neat and slanted, almost like a fancier and straighter version of a chicken scratch writing. it's kind of hard not to admire it because it looks good, but also it might just be you that miss him a bunch too</li><li>scaramouche doesn't write too much about himself, but he'll secretly love it if you do! yeah, it might make him miss you even more, but it cheers him a bit up knowing that you're doing okay and waiting for him to come back soon.</li></ul><div><strong>xiao ×</strong></div><ul><li>he won't be able to send you long letters most of the time due to several different reasons</li><li>most of the time he isn't gone for long, but if it's you that's going to be away for a while, he won't be able to bear sending you a letter that'll remind him even more of you (although, he <em>does</em> still think of you everyday)</li><li>usually you'll recieve little trinkets of his to remind you of him, and it's kind of adorable to get something like that from xiao</li><li>sometimes, he'll even send you flowers and a little note that says to call for him if you need his help, but you can bet that he's probably implying for you to just come back home to him already</li><li>you didn't hear this from me, but xiao huffs every time he receives a new letter from you in a <em>"you're still not coming back??"</em> way</li><li>(but yet, he still rips open the envelope in excitement cause he gets to read what you wrote for him <em>and</em> see your handwriting)</li><li>back to his little notes, xiao always writes things like <em>"be careful" </em>or<em> "take care of yourself", </em>BUT<em> </em>there was one time where he scribbled a little "i miss you" on the envelope and it just made you absolutely melt inside</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-05 09:32:06 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Neck kisses w scaramouche and xiao</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>you have <strong>scaramouche </strong>trapped. he glares up from under you, his knuckles going white by how hard he's gripping the desk you cornered him against, his tense posture and heavy breaths betraying him. you hum, fingers only barely brushing his skin as they travel up the length of his free arm to lace between his, keeping both of you steady as you continue your assault against his neck.<br><br></div><div>your pointer finger lazily drags his shirt collar down, his breath hitching as your soft lips brush against the base of his neck, pressing soft, sweet kisses until you find his collar bone, a small swipe of your tongue earning yourself a surprised groan from your lover.<br><br></div><div>his fingers grip yours a little tighter as his breathless voice dips down to your ear.<br><br></div><div>"you're being so good for me."<br><br></div><div>you hum again against his skin, your attempt to hide your flustered face making him chuckle.<br><br></div><div>you make your way back up his neck, relishing in his delicious reactions to each open-mouthed kiss. as you get back to that one spot by the corner of his jaw, you remember his words prior to your steamy little session:<br><br></div><div><em>"no hickeys."<br></em><br></div><div>you briefly wonder if it's worth the trouble, but your foggy mind is only telling you yes.<br><br></div><div>the second you bite down the absolutely <em>sweet </em>sound he makes sends proud tingles through your limbs, but the moment is short lived, as suddenly his hand is in your hair, roughly pulling you off of him. his other hand grips your hip roughly, spinning the two of you so you could take his place cornered against his work desk.<br><br></div><div>"you think that's funny, don't you?" your chin is gripped firmly between his slender fingers, his face so close he was almost speaking into your lips. your mind was hazy, feeling hypersensitive to his tight grip on your wrist and his hand tangled in your hair, aggressively pulling to the side to better expose your neck.<br><br></div><div>"well, <em>darling</em>," he said the name almost mockingly, but you can't help the way it makes you shiver. "don't think i'm going to let you off for not following my instructions."<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong>xiao </strong>is almost never prepared for your random bouts of of affection, and this time is no different. he grips your hips tightly, his head is bowed, hiding his completely flustered face into your neck as you attack his own, each kiss sending shivers through his entire body.<br><br></div><div>with one of your hands gripping his nape and the other holding his arm for dear life, you place kiss after kiss against your boyfriend's neck, savoring each grunt and groan he makes with a smile.<br><br></div><div>your aim was to take things slow, not wanting to push him out of his comfort zone. but on the other hand, you weren't sure how long you could restrain yourself.<br><br></div><div>not when you know how his little muffled growls sound when your teeth graze against his skin, or how his breath hitches when your lips meet certain places. every time he presses himself impossibly closer, your resolve breaks just a little more.<br><br></div><div>so you continue with the same rhythm, taking things as slow and steady as you could, the barrage of lingering, soft kisses never-ending.<br><br></div><div>but suddenly, the hands that were so rigid against your hips slid up to your arms, his hidden face leaving the safety of the curve of your neck.<br><br></div><div>"stop teasing me," he breathed, leaving a kiss against your ear as he spoke. you froze in surprise, blinking up at his incredibly red, but determined face.<br><br></div><div>"w-what-" you choked out, stammering as he dipped down to your jaw, mimicking your previous actions as you were left a flustered mess.<br><br></div><div>"you know you want to," he murmured between kisses, his hand coming up to hold your opposite cheek lovingly.<br><br></div><div>when he bit down you were sure you were dreaming, clinging to his shoulder as you breathed heavily, knees feeling weak.<br><br></div><div>"a...are you sure," you managed, hiding your own face against xiao's shoulder.<br><br></div><div>"yes," he said firmly. "i want..."<br><br></div><div>he drew a way slightly, tilting your chin to so you could meet his eyes.<br><br></div><div>"i want to feel you."<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>genshin boys as crushes i&#39;ve had</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>childe</strong>, the prankster boyfriend from my varsity track &amp; field team<br><br></div><ul><li>you do all. the same events. well, i did 100m, 200m, 4 x 100, medley relay and hurdles... all with the same guy</li><li>imagine this: you're basically passed out on the field next to the track after a training session, waiting for the other group to finish before the head coach calls you over for warm-downs, and as you're knocked out laying there staring at the sky, you hear someone yell out "wait for y/n!" and see a face staring down at you</li><li>he reaches his hand out to help you up while waving his friends away to go ahead first without him and flashes a cheeky grin</li><li>always races you to the locker rooms afterwards and you're skidding and sliding against the tile, ragged breaths and flushed cheeks as you almost collide</li><li>makes bets with you and races you "just for fun", knowing you'd lose anyways</li><li>he runs FAST. has natural talent when it comes to sports</li><li>while you're training and doing five flights of stairs ten times (yes, that is just regular training lol), he notices the way you pause to catch your breath</li><li>pulls you behind a pillar. "i'm sweaty," you protest, but he ignores you and grasps a fistful of your shirt before pressing a kiss to your forehead</li></ul><div><strong>albedo</strong>, the quiet studious kid in my middle school math class<br><br></div><ul><li>shoes that accidentally knock against each other underneath the table, catching your eye across the room, elbows and knees touching when you sit next to each other and fingertips brushing against the palm of his hand</li><li>there's an electrifying sensation that spreads across the surface of your skin, even when he does something stupid like pick up the eraser you dropped and takes a little too long to give it back to you, his touch lingering</li><li>he's so damn smart, you don't know how he does it. always gets full marks in everything, and seemingly without effort</li><li>but you know he's hardworking- from the way you see him diligently complete his classwork and homework, or the fact that he's the only one who actually pulls his weight in group assignments</li><li>often seen spacing out during class, chin resting in his hand, while his eyes glow with a far-off, inquisitive look, always so deep in thought</li><li>will never hesitate to help you with homework or partner with you in class</li></ul><div><strong>kazuha</strong>, the cute guy who met me in the middle of the night<br><br></div><ul><li>you're on a school trip for a week, and he ends up in a different group to you for activities; luckily, you're staying in a small hostel for most of the nights, so perhaps you could sneak out and meet up... feelings are mutual, after all</li><li>the entire year is here, and it's noisy and rowdy to say the least. but there's this quiet stillness when you meet eyes- an unspoken agreement, something that tells you he wants exactly what you're thinking</li><li>fleeting glances and catching each other's eyes across the lobby, as you're laughing at a friend's joke over dinner, as he's getting handed his room keys</li><li>you're all jittery, and adrenaline coursing through your veins at an insane pace. the stark silence of the halls, save for the click-clack of a supervisor's heels, is nothing less than intimidating</li><li>but when you race with light feet down the hall and turn the corner to collide straight into his chest, it's like you don't even care if you get caught</li><li>inquisitive irises shine with curiosity and there's an almost teasing glint in his eyes</li><li>hands intertwine with yours softly, though, and there is nothing but the sound of your giggled, hushed whispers and crickets in the humid air, heavy with secrets that will dissipate into nothing once this week is over</li></ul><div><strong>scaramouche</strong>, the one i slow danced with at parties but never dated<br><br></div><ul><li>the entire school ships you. you're famous. people think you're dating but... you never do. but it's reasonable, considering the way you both slow dance with each other at those stupid parties every single time, his hands on your waist even though you'd both look away from each other, unable to meet eyes</li><li>he's kind of a jerk, not going to lie...</li><li>god, he's way too attractive to resist when he asks you to dance again. whether it's in the tiny gymnasium or in that hotel ballroom, your mouth seems to go dry when you try to reject him for your own good- after all, it's been such a huge game of push and pull, and you're done with getting hurt</li><li>but words get stuck in your throat and you find yourself nodding, and then he's already taking your hand softly. his touch is tender, unlike his words</li><li>is terrible at expressing emotions or communicating</li><li>after that night, he ghosts you for weeks, even if he sees you in the halls, it's all averted gazes and faked laughter... until the next time, of course</li></ul><div><strong>xiao</strong>, the (very skilled but awkward) saxophonist from band<br><br></div><ul><li>what is it with me and alto sax players... and people one year my senior...</li><li>oh i am down BAD for band kids, especially the ones i was in jazz band with</li><li>i can imagine xiao being really, really good at instruments especially because i find people who are good at music so attractive</li><li>he doesn't talk or show off much, but the conductor picks him to do all the solos and every single time he plays anything it sounds absolutely amazing</li><li>so quiet and so shy, he doesn't talk to you much at all when you see him in real life, maybe sparing a few hesitant glances and the rare smile</li><li>on the contrary, enjoys texting you all day and all night. even during class, after school, before you go to sleep- it's always smiling like an idiot and laughing at his jokes. he's surprisingly funny and great to talk to, even if he's awkward in person</li><li>has veiny hands btw just saying</li><li>is pretty protective over you, though; not just from your friends or classmates, but also from your own criticism. say anything bad about yourself and he'll protest, pushing stuttered compliments your way immediately</li></ul><div><strong>thoma</strong>, the popular one who everyone else had a crush on too<br><br></div><ul><li>typical popular kid... he was a football + basketball + touch rugby player too, just like me, and so i saw him during all the tournaments and sat near him on all the flights overseas to play in the regionals or nationals</li><li>has the cutest puppy, and you use it as an excuse to talk to him more</li><li>he's so overtly sweet, words so innocent and smooth and he always says the right thing- how can you not give in to those puppy dog eyes when he teasingly begs you for help or to give him a bite from your cupcake?</li><li>successful in everything he does, and it's something you admire. it seems so effortless, too, and you envy the way he has so much, how everyone loves him, how all these girls swoon over him and yet you want him to only have eyes for you</li><li>and though you're sure he knows he's well-liked, he's so humble about it, never taking advantage of how other people feel about him</li></ul><div><strong>kaeya</strong>, the flirty best friend i ended up dating<br><br></div><ul><li>the epitome of the best friends to lovers trope</li><li>remember that time he taught you how to factorise when your math teacher sucked, or partnered with you when all the other so-called "friends" at school ditched you for someone else? and all the study sessions and movie marathons and...</li><li>he is always there for you when you need to vent, even if it's incoherent screaming or sobbing over the phone</li><li>you just can't seem to put your phone down when you're apart, constantly sending him pictures of your day, from the strawberries you bought on holiday to ranting about some stupid guy who keeps asking you to hang out</li><li>is that a hint of jealousy you hear?</li><li>he flirts with you, all the time is an understatement. he calls you pretty, beautiful, says he's so lucky to have you, and yet he says he doesn't like you more than just a friend. and you thought so too, so when did you start feeling these butterflies ever time he complimented you? when did you start feeling a blush creep across your cheekbones whenever your knuckles bumped into each other?</li><li>one day he's had enough and tells his friends to "get the fuck out" of the room before confessing to you. and then he shies away with a sheepish smile you've never seen on his features before... your turn to tease him</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-05 09:33:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>snuggles with albedo and Kaeya (separate), like CUDDLES, SNUGGLES, FLUFFY ADORABLE MOMENTS THAT MAKE PEOPLE HAVE CAVITIES with a gender neutral reader</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>ALBEDO<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>“I’m home” Albedo softly calls out the moment he opens the front door</li><li>he had just gotten back from his work truly exhausted from today’s events (there was an incident involving Timaeus)</li><li>Albedo immediately sets his bag down before instantly slumping onto the couch just as you came into the room after hearing his voice</li><li>you walked over to the couch, softly chuckling at the sight of your boyfriend</li><li>his eyes were closed, but the moment he heard your voice they flickered open</li><li>and in one quick motion, he pulls you down onto the couch with him, hugging you close</li><li>“long day?” you ask, wrapping your own arms around him in an attempt to snuggle even more into him</li><li>“very long. I couldn't wait to get back home to see you” he murmurs</li><li>as much as Albedo loved his work, he sought out comfort from you. the joy you brought to him was something even he couldn’t replicate with science</li><li>"alright, but since you got home, you really should eat something!” you say, preparing to get up to get some food for him</li><li>but Albedo pulls you back down, holding you tighter than before</li><li>“please, just let me recharge first. Just for a little bit” he says</li><li>and so the two of you lay there on the couch in each other’s arms</li><li>Albedo starts humming a quiet tune to himself, and hearing his gentle voice made your eyelids grow heavier and heavier</li><li>that ‘little recharge’ Albedo had wanted was extended into you two falling asleep, cuddling one another</li><li>and honestly, that was his plan all along</li></ul><div><strong>KAEYA<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>you expected to come home to an empty house, but to your surprise, Kaeya was home</li><li>“oh? I thought you were gonna go to Angel’s Share tonight?” you ask, shrugging off your coat</li><li>Kaeya, sitting on the couch, crosses his arms and pouts</li><li>“there’s no point in going if Diluc isn’t there. who else am I supposed to tease?” Kaeya sighs dramatically</li><li>you sit down next to your boyfriend, and he rests his head on your shoulder</li><li>“that sounds <em>awful. </em>You must have had such a rough day” you chuckle, rolling your eyes playfully at the situation</li><li>“Why yes it was. Thank you for acknowledging my struggles babe” Kaeya says, stifling his own laughter</li><li>after a slight pause, he lifts his head up from your shoulder to adjust how the two of you were sitting</li><li>and when he was finished... well in this case the two of you were no longer sitting</li><li>instead you were laying on the couch, wrapped in his arms, and you could feel his face in the crook of your neck</li><li>"mmm even if Diluc was working tonight, nothing beats being with you Y/n” he says, his breath tickling your neck</li><li>“well, I’m glad to know that you prefer being around me over your own brother” you reply, causing Kaeya to let out a loud laugh</li><li>it was all true though, having you right next to him and in his arms was something that even all of the wine in Teyvat couldn’t amount to</li></ul><div><strong>SCARAMOUCHE<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>"Just where do you think you’re going?” a voice stops you as your hand reaches out to open the front door</li><li>you turn your head slowly to see your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe of your shared bedroom, his arms crossed</li><li>Scaramouche had just woken up, and the moment he heard you shuffling about he sprung to his feet to catch you right before you left the house</li><li>“I’m just gonna run some errands right now!” you honestly tell him</li><li>“no you’re not. I know for a fact you stayed up late last night so you’re gonna go right back to bed” he says, but you ignored his words</li><li>“I’m just fine you know. Plus it’ll be really quick so- aH” before you could finish your sentence, Scaramouche grasped your hand and was dragging you back to bed</li><li>he got into bed and pulled you down next to him before using his arms to hold you close to him, draping one leg over you to prevent you from leaving</li><li>“If you won’t go to bed for your own sake, at least stay in bed for me... I don’t want to be alone” he murmurs</li><li>you silently curse at your boyfriend- how dare he be this cute</li><li>still, you didn’t fight or resist him at all, you lay there in bed, surrounded by the warmth Scaramouche gave off</li><li>your eyelids were growing heavy and you curse at the fact that he knew that you were lacking sleep</li><li>not that you were mad at him for being attentive towards you- it warmed you up knowing he cared for you like this</li><li>and before you knew it, you drifted back to sleep, practically cradled by your boyfriend</li><li>you hate to admit it, but this was far better than going out to run errands</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-05 09:34:01 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>• Fluff random scenarios with them •</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Albedo 📚<br></strong><br></div><div>It was rare whenever Albedo didn't pass at least one night of the week in Dragonspine due his never ending search. But that cold night was an exception for he spent it by your side and you couldn't be happier about that little fact.<br><br></div><div>"We can make some hot chocolate to warm up a little, what do you think?" The alchemist said as he caressed your hair while you hugged his body tight under the covers.<br><br></div><div>"But... It feels so cozy here... I don't wanna come meet gelid bedsheets once again"<br><br></div><div>"It will be really quick to make those drinks so there will be no time for the bed to get cold. Besides, we can bring our cups here, right, my darling?"<br><br></div><div>"Okay, you're right. But try to make that as fast as possible. The kitchen is probably freezing by this time" Your boyfriend assented before kissing your forehead to get up with you following him.<br><br></div><div>"Hey babe, can you pass me the milk?" He asked once he was already started with his plans.<br><br></div><div>"Oh man, it's in the fridge :(" You complained as you reached for the bottle of the liquid.<br><br></div><div>"Almost done, let me just put a bit of cinnamon on mine" He said after quick minutes that seemed like an eternity for you. "Here, let's go back to our bedroom"<br><br></div><div>You drank the hot chocolate so quickly your tongue got burned with the taste, making Albedo chuckle at your reaction.<br><br></div><div>His fingers caressed your cheek with love as he drank the content of his cup slowly.<br><br></div><div>"I love you, (Name)"<br><br></div><div>"I..." You got flustered whenever he saw such words to you but you finished your line after your own fingers brushed against his. "I love you too, Albedo"<br><br></div><div>"Now... We need to brush our teeth right?" Your lover provoked you.<br><br></div><div>"Ah Albedo! Come on, it's cold"<br><br></div><div>"Don't you brush your teeth during cold weather then, uh?"<br><br></div><div>"It's not like that... I just don't like getting away from our bed"<br><br></div><div>"Guess I'll have to take you bride-style like a kid to the bathroom"<br><br></div><div><strong>Scaramouche ⚡<br></strong><br></div><div>The fatui harbinger looked so vulnerable while a hair band with fluffy ears held his indigo locks in place.<br><br></div><div>"Scara, you're so pretty like this. We should do this more often" You said happily as you opened a face mask to apply onto his skin.<br><br></div><div>"This is... Tsc. What's this slime texture?"<br><br></div><div>"It's a face mask! This will calm down your skin, hydrate and protect it, basically"<br><br></div><div>"Oh (Name), why are you doing this to me? I've been good but you're making me go through this"<br><br></div><div>"Don't be so dramatic over it... What would people out there in Teyvat think if they saw that a fatui harbinger has some trouble to handle a skin care routine?"<br><br></div><div>"Damn! It's just- I'm not used to this kind of things. My skin is already great without any of those things"<br><br></div><div>"Well, it can always get better with proper care. And afterall, this is some quality time we can spend together" That was enough to make your boyfriend shut up for some more minutes.<br><br></div><div>"Okay..." You said while you took off the mask from his face with care. "Now, a cream to your eyes area"<br><br></div><div>"Oh man, please don't do this"<br><br></div><div>"You'll tell me this doesn't feel good? Having such a caring girlfriend by your side using her precious products to make you even more stunning?"<br><br></div><div>"Pff, I-" You stole a kiss from him right before his cheeks got red in embarrassment.<br><br></div><div>"And lastly, sunscreen :)" Your fingers quickly made his skin absorb the fluid with your soft movements. "There you are! Look how your face is even better looking" You gave him a little mirror thinking he would be happy with the results but he only screamed by the time he saw his reflection.<br><br></div><div>"G<em>ah! </em>What the heck did you put in my hair-" He took off the accessory as if it was cursed, his bangs getting on the way once again.<br><br></div><div>"Scaramouche, stop making a scene for heaven's sake" His eyebrows furrowed like a toddler would do when confronted. "Or I'll tell the other harbingers-"<br><br></div><div>"N<em>O! NO! </em>You can make your skin care routine on me or anything weird like that but please don't say anything to anyone"<br><br></div><div>X<strong>iao 🎆<br></strong><br></div><div>"I'm... Not that great with this" Xiao whispered as he looked through your hair products.<br><br></div><div>"Hey Xiao, please, enter the bath with me"<br><br></div><div>"Sure... Wait- What?" He sounded confused.<br><br></div><div>"The water is fine. You don't need to take off your shorts if you feel more comfortable this way"<br><br></div><div>It was summer and you had convinced your boyfriend that whenever he was free from his adepti duties he should wear light clothes to handle the weather. In the beginning, it was weird seeing him shirtless only wearing some shorts and flip-flops bur by that time you had gotten used to that sight.<br><br></div><div>"We have done other things that I could get embarrassed about but this won't be the case"<br><br></div><div>He kissed your shoulders once he had gotten inside the bathtub, his hands soon massaging your muscles after a long day.<br><br></div><div>"This feels good..." You said softly, his hands soothing the pain and heaviness from your body.<br><br></div><div>"Which product should I use first?" He asked while he still massaged your flesh.<br><br></div><div>"Shampoo" You said with some difficulty since the extreme relaxation. "This one here, I like it better than the other"<br><br></div><div>Xiao used running water to make all of your hair wet soon applying some of that product on your scalp, massaging it with delicacy. He washed the foam to apply the hair conditioner you pointed out to him, taking care to not hurt you while combing your locks before washing them for the last time.<br><br></div><div>You were almost sleeping by the time Xiao called your name for you to get off the bathtub.<br><br></div><div>"I can't believe you" He whispered as he dried your hair with a towel after you were dressed up. "You were falling asleep"<br><br></div><div>"For someone who 'isn't that great at this', you managed to make me relax, Xiao the only thing that I can say is that you should let me do the same to you one day" The adeptus blinked in confusion for mere seconds before he said a low 'alright' while gathering certain things in the bedroom to finish styling your hair.<br><br></div><div><strong>ღ<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>Heyo, once again in case you didn't read the author's notes: forgive me any mistakes, my arm is hurt and it's pretty hard to write right now :(</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Love&#39;s too big for a love song</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>scaramouche</div><div>he remembered the first time he laid his eyes on you. it was back when he was in mondstadt. that day you were simply picking up some cecelias in starsnatch cliff, when a rather short man with a large hat came by. you immidiately recognized who he was, and god, you were terrified, you practically begged for mercy towards the harbinger.<br><br></div><div>the harbinger smiled fondly at the memory. he is now currently in inazuma writing back to your letters, but he's having trouble thinking how to write back. he's trying to express his love to you in the letter, but whenever he writes something, he always ended up throwing the piece of parchment into the trash bin. he felt like his words in the letter isn't enough and it's lacking emotion. he sighs, guess he'll have to write everything line by line..<br><br></div><div>xiao</div><div>xiao? oh everyone knows him. he had always been popular due to his ravishing appearance and his cold demeanor. he was known to be excel in playing musical intruments and he even joined the music club. he had lots of secrets and that doesn't even came to be a suprise. one of it is that maybe he has a teensy tiny bit of crush on you.<br><br></div><div>he first saw you on the hallways, talking to your senior, albedo. you were part of the science club and the science room were just 3 classes away from the music room where the music club is held at. you felt someone staring at you and you saw it was xiao, the schools no. 1 hot guy. your eyes met and you gave him a warm smile, xiao immidiately looked away, brushing furiously.<br><br></div><div>that event happened a few weeks ago, god, it drove him crazy by just remembering that event. xiao decided to take his mind off my going to the music room and play some instruments. playing instrument had always manage to calm him down. when he went inside the music room he thought maybe he could make a song about you.. of course in a romantic way. and so he did. well I mean, he tried, but nothing seems to work out. he tried and tried and tried, but the closest thing he had made so far is 4 chords and 3 minutes, but you never seem to fit in it. maybe he'll be writing about you for the rest of his life..<br><br></div><div>(context: i've never really joined any clubs in my old school so i don't know how 'clubs' work and i don't play any intruments and once again i don't know how chords work too, so please bear with me ♡♡♡)<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>SCARA ROMANTIC HC!¡</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>He works in fatui so of course, he doesn't see you much, however, he sends you love letters or small love poems he wrote.<br><br>He also sends Fatui agents to give you fresh flowers.<br><br>I feel like he is pretty good at baking but doesn't want to admit it. Feel like he isn't a morning person and def sleeps until the afternoon.<br><br>Doesn't want to let you go so you have to cuddle him till afternoon where he finally lets you go and gets out of bed.<br><br>I feel like cats really likes him, and he hates to admit that he likes cats too. (I can imagine the cat just chilling/lying on his hat.)<br><br>//I do not mean it to disrespect the culture it's just I feel like cats would climb onto him//<br><br>He def likes to climb the roof and stargaze while having a picnic there.<br><br>︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.<br><br>╰─▸ Only one bed Au<br><br>- he rolls his eyes and gets on the side of the bed.<br><br>- you're trying to be polite settling blankets on the floor. He notices it and gets really annoyed asking "what do you think you're doing" you're explaining to him that you don't want him to feel uncomfortable so therefore you're giving him personal space and rather sleep on floor.<br><br>In response he takes your wrists and pulls you onto the bed.<br><br>I feel like he doesn't even realize it but when he falls asleep he automatically shifts into a hugging pose. Like he falls asleep and automatically moves to you, hugging you.<br><br></div><div>So you basically fall asleep with scaras hands around your waist. In the morning he wakes up totally blushy saying that if you will tell someone about this he will report you to Tsatsira.<br><br>╰─▸ coffee shop<br><br>I swear every time you show up he already loudly sighs saying "as usual" you're just dismissing saying that you want something new making an order.<br><br>He says you're annoying but right when he is from your sight he writes the order into his notes to remember it.<br><br>Yes, he remembers all your coffee orders and when you leave he usually makes himself the same coffee.<br><br>He def writes little things onto your cup. Sometimes when he writes your name he even forgets he should give it to you and he just draws onto it for the next five minutes.<br><br>╰─▸ college au<br><br>Sneaking into your dorm at midnight<br><br>Throwing small papers with messages on you while you're in class<br><br>Sharing Spotify playlist / saying your music taste is bad but still, he learns the lyrics<br><br>╰─▸&nbsp; back to genshin au<br><br>If you injured yourself he would be so mad and angry. Yelling at you " that was such a dumb thing to do"&nbsp; and tightly bandaging your wounds, but once he looks into your eyes he softens and calms down.<br><br>He makes the bandages more comfortable and kisses your forehead.<br>Automatically makes morning cups of tea for both of you.<br><br>╰─▸ butler/royal servant<br><br>Imagine attending a ball and dancing with others as some ginger gets too close to you. Scara as your butler is so angry he immediately took you from him. Harshly taking your wrists and leaving the ball.<br><br>"scara auch it hurts. What got into you?" he rolls his eyes taking you back home while getting home he calms down and explains what made him so angry.<br><br>╰─▸ random<br><br>Why do I have this feeling Scara would take mistletoe and hang it from his head and then just follow you around.&nbsp; He is too tsundere to ask for a kiss so every time you get close to him he points open mistletoe and says you have to kiss him if you don't he gets mad for you not respecting traditions.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>A chatty s/o - Genshin men x reader</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Zhongli<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>The Lord of Geo was born to be a listener. He appreciates solitude at times so he can ruminate in silence but he loves being with good company even more.</li><li>He likes to sit down with you at Heyu Tea House after a long day, sip tea and just listen to your ramblings in peace</li><li>When you mention something that is in his interest, he immediately joins in and begins discussing the topic in a deeper way. So if you accidentally refer to a fisherman or some sort of, except him to start rambling as well</li><li>You talk a lot so obviously you happen to say some things you don’t actually mean but Zhongli always takes every one of your words seriously. You try not to complain because you don’t want him to worry about things that are actually not that important</li><li>You especially start doing that after he bought an entire set of new clothes from his savings just because you once said you grew a little bored of the outfit you had on.</li><li>He remembers everything you say and when he refers to them after long weeks or months, it always makes you feel delighted. And he knows that very well so he always makes sure to pay attention to the little details.</li></ul><div><strong>Itto<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Itto loves to talk, that’s not even a question. He complains, enthuses, screams, sings loudly and sometimes even speaks just to hear his own voice.</li><li>So when he first met you, who - even if it’s hard to believe - was just as much chatty as him, he was deeply offended and took your whole existence as a competition</li><li>The people in his gang suffered from serious headaches every time you two got together. At first you were a little confused why he always tried to outtalk you and cut you off every time you began a new sentence. It took a little time for you to realise he was actually trying to dominate... in a conversation</li><li>This stupid situation made you laugh a lot but he didn’t get it why. He also continued rivaling but despite this chaotic situation, you still managed to soon grew closer</li><li>But even though you were now friends, he still didn’t let you speak that much. Needless to say, that started to really annoy you. But you knew telling him would be no use so you had to make a strategy to succeed</li><li>It was a simple plan: you just simply didn’t say a word for an entire day.</li><li>Itto felt great at the beginning. He could talk as much as he wanted to without a competitor. Then he slowly started feeling weird, like something was missing. By the end of the day he figured out what that thing was: your voice.</li><li>He learnt his lesson and never cut you off any more. Or not that often. You were now in perfect harmony with each other and talked with the other one listening. He made you laugh a lot and you were more comfortable in his presence now that he actually made sure to pay attention to your words.</li></ul><div><strong>Scaramouche<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>He hated, hated, hated social butterflies. Since he only used his cutesy, talkative side as a mask in front of strangers, he began to believe other people were like that too. Every time he saw someone acting happily or speaking loudly with joy, it annoyed and made him think they were just faking it</li><li>You were no exception. He despised you thinking you were only wearing a mask</li><li>He saw you every day. You had a vibrant smile on and laughed cheerfully at everything. He hated your voice and shook you off every time you tried starting a conversation with him</li><li>Weeks, months passed and he still saw you every day. You had the same smile on and still tried to talk to him. He slowly started becoming immune to the annoyance and sometimes even react to your words</li><li>One day, while you were babbling to him about some bugs you saw at the camp, he stared at your smile and suddenly realised he didn’t hate it that much any more. Perhaps he never hated it to begin with - he was just envious of happy people.</li><li>You continued to talk to him every day and he let you. You even managed to reach a certain point where he wouldn’t just stand and look at you in obvious boredom but rather sit down somewhere and wait until you’re finished</li><li>He mocks you for babbling a lot but secretly finds it a great discraction. He can just wander off in mind while not being alone for once</li><li>He doesn’t pay attention to your words all the time but when you’ve actually got something important to say, he’s all ears. If you complain, he does tell you to shut up but then actually give you some great advice</li><li>When he’s calm, he’s good company and though he’ll never admit it, he finds your lively presence quite healing as well.</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>cw ; suggestive, hickeys</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong>'s voice fills the room, his usual arrogantly overconfident tone replaced by a breathy whisper. you've pulled away only for a second, and he's already running his mouth - doesn't the harbinger know how to keep quiet? "shut up," you mumble, smashing your lips onto his once more, adjusting your position on his lap slightly as his hands travel from your shoulders to your waist, fingers digging into your hips gentle enough not to leave a mark. your forehead presses against his as you break apart for air, and you hear a smug chuckle, "make me."<br><br></div><div>his indigo eyes twinkle with a hint of mirth, and the blush dusting his cheeks is the only indication that he's flustered at all. your eyes narrow as you try to formulate a response, but when <strong>SCARAMOUCHE </strong>suddenly leans forward and begins to trail agonisingly slow kisses upwards from your collarbone, you're stunned silent. he pauses at your neck, using one finger to trace across it, lips curving into a catlike smile upon feeling you tense up. you're hyperaware of his skin on yours, and though it sets your senses aflame, your pride forces you to swallow down the plea threatening to spill from your lips.<br><br></div><div>your hands tousle his dark hair, tightening your grip in the messy locks when you feel his rough kisses attack your neck - you're sure it's going to be dotted with bruises tomorrow morning. "not so loud now, are you?" <strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong> smirks, sounding irritatingly proud of himself. a low growl escapes your throat, and you tilt his chin up to steal his next words with another heated kiss, breath hot against his skin as you murmur,<br><br></div><div>❝ <em>don't get too cocky, balladeer</em>.❞</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-05 09:38:12 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>• Promise •</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The three quick tests you made that night didn't lie to you. Nor did all of the symptoms you were feeling the three last weeks.<br><br></div><div><em>'Two lines... Two lines, fuck! No one can know about this, specially him'<br></em><br></div><div>"Hey, when will you get out of this bathroom?" Scaramouche's voice sounded almost irritated.<br><br></div><div>"I'm sorry babe, I-" He forced the door to enter the place you were in, but the door was locked, thankfully.<br><br></div><div>"Come on! You've been there for so long, (Name)! What's happening?"<br><br></div><div>"Give me five minutes, okay? And I'll be in bed with you" Scaramouche sighed in defeat with your line, coming back to his first spot to wait for you.<br><br></div><div>You took a bit longer than five minutes buy you managed to throw all the evidences you had taken some pregnancy tests.<br><br></div><div>"I'm back, Scara" You said faking happiness.<br><br></div><div>"You took ages inside that bathroom. What were you doing?"<br><br></div><div>"Nothing worth attention, Scara. It's alright, I promise" He scoffed your line, getting comfortable to sleep.<br><br></div><div>"That little light that comes from under the locked door didn’t let me sleep until now" He said bluntly.<br><br></div><div>"I'm sorry... But you will sleep well now-"<br><br></div><div>"I was only joking, don't get yourself worked up over nothing. Um, goodnight, I guess"<br><br></div><div>"Goodnight, <em>love"&nbsp; </em>That last word tasted bitter as you covered yourself with the blanket in that cold night of Snezhnaya. The night you discovered you were carrying the Fatui Harbinger's child.<br><br></div><div><em>'This was... A mistake, an accident'</em> You thought. <em>'I took all of my pills and... No, I skipped some days because of how stressful my missions were that week'</em> You watched Scaramouche as he slept with tranquility, such a different feeling from yours.<br><br></div><div><em>'I can’t have this baby and stay by his side. We never talked about having kids and... I was careless with my medication. Scaramouche will despise me and this baby' </em>You kept overthinking, already feeling overwhelmed with the news.<br><br></div><div><em>'How will I even fake I'm doing ok for him and for the Fatui? I'm a harbinger too, afterall. I won't be able to keep fighting the Tsaritsa enemies if I keep this baby, it's too dangerous for them and for me' </em>You tried to recall how many weeks ago you had skipped your medication at least to have an idea of how many weeks into your pregnancy you were.<br><br></div><div><em>'10 up to 12 weeks ago, next to Scara birthday was when I failed taking my birth control. How could I not notice I missed my period two times in a row? Am I so stressed out like this I left my own health aside?'<br></em><br></div><div><em>'I even fought for the fatui being pregnant. That's the explanation why I couldn't finish their enemies alone. I was already two months pregnant and already felt a difference in my strength. Now, I'm three months into bringing a baby into this world'<br></em><br></div><div>Scaramouche moved around on the bed as he slept, but you didn't get any kind of sleep that night.<br><br></div><div>The next day you felt exhausted without any effort. Yet, you and your lover had a dreadfully hard mission that day. That would be the last one before you break your contract with the Fatui.<br><br></div><div>The morning sickness was there, bothering you as you got ready to leave Snezhnaya to go to Inazuma.<br><br></div><div><em>'I can't fail now... I need to at least arrive Inazuma, that's for sure'<br></em><br></div><div>"(Name)? Why are you so quiet?" If at least he knew what was going on inside your mind or how loud your thoughts were since last night.<br><br></div><div>"I'm not feeling so well, but I'll be good"<br><br></div><div>"Will you be able to fight?" That line triggered your fear of loosing your baby because of the selfish desires of the Tsaritsa.<br><br></div><div>"If necessary, yes" You said without any confidence.<br><br></div><div>"It's always necessary, doll. That's how things work, right?" But you kept silent.<br><br></div><div>You had barely touched your breakfast when Scaramouche got ready to leave.<br><br></div><div>"We should go now"<br><br></div><div>"Already? But I-"<br><br></div><div>"We're running late"<br><br></div><div>"I'll eat something as we walk then" Some protein bars weren't the best option out there, but they were what you had in hands.<br><br></div><div>When would you tell him that you'd live in Inazuma from now on?<br><br></div><div>That you'd leave your life with the fatui and Snezhnaya behind?<br><br></div><div>That your relationship would probably end at some point?<br><br></div><div>"Scara" You called him on the forth day of your journey, after you both had reached the Minlin portion of Liyue Nation. "I need to rest... I'm exhausted"<br><br></div><div>"We need to keep going by foot now, we're way too distant from Liyue Harbor still. Besides, our last four days were spent inside a ship. How can you be so tired?"<br><br></div><div>You couldn't keep overwhelming your body like that. Even if you were in the beginning of your pregnancy, you already had been through so much those last weeks it was hard to believe your kid was doing okay.<br><br></div><div>"Let's keep going, then. I can do it..."<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche noticed that your behavior had changed.<br><br></div><div>You weren't like that.<br><br></div><div>You almost never asked for breaks, you walked faster and you could handle exhaustion perhaps even better than him.<br><br></div><div>A long journey by foot started and in some hours you both arrived at Liyue Harbor late night.<br><br></div><div>"Scaramouche, I really need to rest now"<br><br></div><div>"We have to enter the Fatui's ship now or else our mission will be a failure" He said bitterly, not wanting to know about your problems or how you felt that moment. Completely defeated, you followed him into the heart of that harbor until you finally spotted the ship.<br><br></div><div>Some minutes after the ship had started its journey, you felt weak and lethargic. Scaramouche finally gave you a close look after all those days. You were exhausted, your skin looked pale and you were sweating cold.<br><br></div><div>"Come here, this ship has some cabins" He said, guiding you by holding your hand. "You have been sleeping and eating poorly... You look almost sick" He helped you to lay down on the single bed of that cabin, before he could get real food for you. Not only sunsettia or berries like those last days.<br><br></div><div>But once he returned the cabin, you were fast asleep, leaving him with a guilty sensation.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche watched you sleeping. Even if that was better than camping, the bed wasn't really comfortable. Caressing your hair, he admitted to himself he hadn't respected your limits, even if that was for a greater reason.<br><br></div><div>Something was indeed off, but the harbinger couldn't tell what was happening, no matter how hard he tried to understand your behavior.<br><br></div><div>In some days you were in Inazuma by Scaramouche's side on the mission to steal the Electro Archon's Gnosis.<br><br></div><div>It wasn't hard to catch the attention of the Shogun Raiden when one of her puppets was by your side, but no move was made from the both of you or her during one week or so.<br><br></div><div>"Scaramouche... I'll stop here" You said bluntly one night.<br><br></div><div>"What? Why?"<br><br></div><div>"I'll break my contract with the Tsaritsa once you give her the Gnosis" He was confused yet he wasn't mad with the decision. Scaramouche himself wasn't that loyal to the Fatui. He could always betray them for his own good. "Then I won't be able to go back to Snezhnaya again. I won't be welcome there. I will start things again here on Inazuma"<br><br></div><div>"Why all of this so suddenly?"<br><br></div><div>"I can't risk fighting with the Shogun Raiden herself nor I will follow you anywhere else" He chuckled dryly.<br><br></div><div>"So that was your intention since the beginning? Getting stronger with the help of the Fatui then using me as your pawn to guide yourself to another nation?"<br><br></div><div>"Scaramouche..." You didn't had the guts to say the truth. "I can’t risk to-" You couldn't finish your line before both of you were teleported to The Plane of Euthymia.<br><br></div><div>The Archon knew you both were at her nation and she knew your partner's intention with the back of her hand.<br><br></div><div>"Scaramouche" The Shogun Raiden said with disdain. "We finally meet again"<br><br></div><div>"After you disposed me because I wasn't perfect as you wished" He said back.<br><br></div><div>"But I see you now have your own ambitions and you even found love" She looked to you, but her eyes didn't carry rage or contempt, on the contrary, the Archon looked at you with admiration and curiosity.<br><br></div><div><strong>"You're carrying a blessing" </strong>She said and you nodded, feeling too overwhelmed to say anything. "You're strong, but your health is now fragile and you can't risk loosing the child inside your womb"<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche was completely silent as his mind way too messed up to understand everything that was happening.<br><br></div><div>"Child?" The harbinger asked.<br><br></div><div>"Can't you feel the familiar power inside of her? The same power that once united me and you, <em>Kunikuzushi?"</em> The Archon said his true name quietly, almost bitterly.<br><br></div><div>"That's what you've been hiding from me?"<br><br></div><div>"She didn't feel safe to tell you so. She was and still is afraid of exposing the truth"<br><br></div><div>"Ei..." You called her by her personal name, thankful that she was saying the truth instead of you.<br><br></div><div>"You neglected her health and didn't respect her limits to arrive here and take this thing from me. I hope you know what do to with it, at least" She gave her Gnosis to the person who once could have been her puppet. "And I hope you treat (Name) way more kindly from now on. Afterall, she's carrying your <strong><em>son</em></strong><em> </em>and she gave you a chance when everyone thought you were worthless" And with that, The Plan of Euthymia was dispersed.<br><br></div><div>"Scaramouche...?" You called for him, noticing you weren't in the same place before meeting the Electro Archon.<br><br></div><div>"I'm here with you, don't worry. I'll never leave your side, or <strong><em>his, </em></strong>for that matter" He brought your body close to his, hugging you from behind. "I love you both and I'll keep my promise of protecting you. I don't mind at which cost" His fingers softly traced patterns against the fabric that covered your lower belly.<br><br></div><div>You sighed in relief. You could finally count on him, after all that time.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Stealing Kisses From A Harbinger!</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>First of all, life as a harbinger and a full-time husband is extremely busy for Scaramouche. He has to do paperwork, lecture the new recruits, and give you attention. Second of all, you've recently been getting a great surge to give him kisses everywhere on his face!<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche thought that life as both of those things would be easy, but not when it's all happening at the same time.<br><br></div><div>You'd usually use an excuse to go into his office just to kiss him up by getting him hot and fresh tea or tell him you forgot your sweater in there but you didnt.<br><br></div><div>Every single time you walk in there though, he wouldn't be in his leisure time doodling away in his paperwork, instead, he would be signing documents and letters of agreement which was always such a shame.<br><br></div><div>So you always take the opportunity to spend every single second coddling him, even if it means he'll be interrupted in his work.<br><br></div><div>"Did you drink the tea I made for you earlier? It's getting cold." You asked, staring at the unmoved teacup you placed over fifteen minutes ago as you sat on the desk, legs crossed.<br><br></div><div>He simply replied with a mere '<em>mmm</em>', continuing to do his paperwork, not sparing a glance at you.<br><br></div><div>And now was the moment to strike, you leaned over to him whilst sitting on the desk, grabbed his head gently, and gave him a big, sloppy kiss, releasing with a 'mwah' sound. Him, hair a mess and profusely blushing, was obviously flabbergasted by the wet kiss.<br><br></div><div>Although you both have been married for decades, it is always such a new feeling for him to receive affection.<br><br></div><div>"Are you doing that thing again-" He was cut off when you started pressing kisses all along his neck up to his face, then a long and final kiss on his lips.<br><br></div><div>You pulled back, expecting his usual expression, <em>trying to look angry when disturbed from work but also really flustered.<br></em><br></div><div>Although his eyebrows were furrowed and had a forced frown, he also had a furious blush dusted on his cheeks fighting to make him smile.<br><br></div><div>He turned away on his office chair and looked away from you, trying to fix his face and hair before he could look at you again. Meanwhile, you just chuckled as you watched him struggle to pull off his big bad harbinger persona again.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>subtle</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>a bond, a promise to you spoken with no words. that was what embodied the weighted jewel that hung from his earlobe. it never left his side, even if the metal tugged raw at his earlobe till the skin was red and fleshy. the memory of your kind face illuminated by gentle embers of a crackling fire was imbued within this gem, along with the countless other memories he had crafted of fine, golden dust in your embrace.<br></em><br></div><div>his fingers flit up to the dangling crystal in your absence, hoping with bated breath to extract the warmth of your love from the shining jewel. it remained his only source of solace amidst wintery plagues of icy winds.<br><br></div><div>for a god of love, her palace was little more than an icy, empty reservoir devoid of the warmth he had come to know as love. no flowers bloomed within the tsaritsa's walls, and though he had grown accustomed to the chilling bite of zapolyarny palace, he longed for the gentle, warm touch of the flowers you'd craft from glowing, green hands.<br><br></div><div><strong><em>continued under the cut!<br></em></strong><br></div><div>it'd only been a day since scaramouche had reluctantly returned to the tsaritsa's land of ice and frost at her demand for a meeting of the harbingers and yet here he was, red in the face and fiddling with the earring on his ear in an attempt to ground himself. how low of him: the mighty balladeer, sixth of the harbingers, reduced to a bumbling loverboy with no sense of composure. it infuriated him to no end: just how much he longed to feel your tender hands within his own and fill in his many scars and gashes with your love.<br><br></div><div>alas, here he was: leaning against the conference room wall with a faraway look in his eyes, fingers absentmindedly fumbling with the mauve jewel that hung from his earlobe. the broad brim of his hat covered the distant look in his eyes and masked the way his finger gently padded against the earring, trying for just even a moment to feel even the slightest familiar sensation of your warmth. his thoughts had absorbed him, so much so that if not for the friendly clap of a hand on his shoulder, he'd have missed the familiar stupid face that popped into his field of vision from beyond the brim of his hat.<br><br></div><div>"hey comrade! what're you doing brooding in the corner like that?"<br><br></div><div>scaramouche scoffed, another nuisance was <em>not</em> what he needed right now.<br><br></div><div>"get your filthy hands off of me, eleventh." he hissed, removing his hand from the earring to shove childe's hand off his shoulder.<br><br></div><div>childe merely laughed—fairly acquainted with scaramouche's demeanor—and placed his hands on his hips with a cheeky smile to compliment the look.<br><br></div><div>"come now, is that really how you greet a fellow harbinger? looks like someone is in need of some tickles!" childe's hands rose, fingers waggling maniacally, a childishly devious glint in his eyes that glowed like plumes of blue fire.<br><br></div><div>"don't you dare come closer-!" scaramouche barked, head rising and eyes ablaze with a defensive wall of electricity. the earring he'd been fussing with dangled against his ear and moved in tandem with his jagged backpedal away from the snezhnayan native and his ridiculous tickles.<br><br></div><div>childe's eyes zeroed in on the mauve gem, recognition glimmering across his face for the briefest moment. if possible, scaramouche felt his heart stutter in the cavity of his chest.<br><br></div><div>"what a lovely earring! though, i didn't take you as a lover of jewelry, scara." childe tucked his threat of tickles into his back pocket, more curious about the unfamiliar earring that hung from scaramouche's ear.<br><br></div><div>"i'm not." he dismissed with a huff and folded his arms against his chest in a prayer that perhaps childe would simply drop the subject.<br><br></div><div>but, childe being childe, scaramouche should've known better.<br><br></div><div>"oooh really? then what's compelled you to dress up today?" childe prodded further and tried to catch a further glimpse of the earring.<br><br></div><div>scaramouche opened his mouth to retort with a rather annoyed sneer on his face when the click of the mahogany door interrupted his comeback.<br><br></div><div>"goodness, not even a day back and you two are already quarreling. get your acts together before her majesty makes her appearance." signora sauntered inwards, brushing past the duo with a flick of her hair over her shoulder. a momentary pause had her looking over her shoulder with a taunting smirk on her face, "though, for you lot, that task might just be impossible."<br><br></div><div>not only did scaramouche have to tackle his annoying yearn for you, but he now found himself face to face with some of his most annoying coworkers.<br><br></div><div>"i'll go ahead and look past that slight if you'll come here for a moment, signora! come look at what scaramouche is wearing!" scaramouche let out a hefty sigh and turned away from childe's inquisitive eyes.<br><br></div><div>signora's ears perked up with interest, curiosity gleaming in her visible eye. "wearing, you say? my, he's not the type to dress up."<br><br></div><div>"that's what i said!"<br><br></div><div>"...do you mongrels realize that i'm standing right here?! stop speaking as if i'm not!" scaramouche fumed, fists balling at his side while he desperately tried to mask the earring.<br><br></div><div>he chastised himself for being so careless: <em>of course</em> the other harbingers would notice the new accessory on his ear. they were right: dressing up wasn't like him in the slightest, and yet here he was absentmindedly fiddling with an earring that hadn't been on his ear the last time he'd entered the doors of the tsaritsa's domain. in his lovesick trance, he'd forgot to take care to preserve his image and conceal your existence.<br><br></div><div>signora had moved as if gliding across ice on boiling skates towards him and grabbed the fine crystal between her forefinger and thumb, examining the gem with careful precision.<br><br></div><div>"i must say, the cut of this gem is absolutely exquisite. i take it you snatched it off a sumeran noble as a trophy?" she mused, tilting the earring back and forth so its iridescent reflections glittered off the walls of the conference room.<br><br></div><div>signora had practically dropped an excuse into his lap: the perfect opportunity to conceal you away from existence and hide his one weakness. yet, he couldn't bring himself to lie, not with the familiar and welcome feeling of so many memories that were imbued within the earring itself. to lie upon his most treasured material possession would bring him great shame, and he was no less than a man of ever-gleaming pride. his silence was enough of an answer for signora.<br><br></div><div>"hmmm, i don't think that's it. let's give him the benefit of the doubt; perhaps he decided he liked earrings while in sumeru?" childe hummed and peered over signora's shoulder just as she let go of the gem from his ear.<br><br></div><div>"i'd rather die than affirm to that idiotic statement, you lowlife." scaramouche sneered.<br><br></div><div>though lying through his teeth came easy, when it came to you, his most beloved dendro archon, he could never bear the weight of slighting your name in any of his poisonous lies. even just a single thought of you had his mind spiraling, bathed in amour and the gentle scent of roses that always doused your tender hands. you'd sent him off with a kiss that left him breathless and his lips tasting of sugar all throughout the boatride to snezhnaya. if only for a moment longer, he'd love to hold you in his arms and relish in your embrace...<br><br></div><div>"scaramouche...are you <em>blushing</em>?!"<br><br></div><div>his head whipped upwards, on his face laid a furious, gnarly snarl. though he couldn't see it, he just <em>knew </em>his cheeks were ablaze with a romantic tint of ruby red.<br><br></div><div>"don't be ridiculous!" he sneered, turning away from signora and childe's awestruck faces in an attempt to will away the thoughts of you and the blush on his cheeks. his hands hooked around the brim of his hat to conceal the vivid blush that overwhelmed his face.<br><br></div><div>signora turned to childe with a knowing smile on her face, amused glimmer of a smirk hidden behind the back of her palm, whereas childe's metaphorical tail eagerly wagged back and forth.<br><br></div><div>"is it a matching set?! scara, you didn't tell us you had a <em>sweetheart~</em>!" childe gushed, head flickering back and forth between signora's knowing grin and scaramouche's embarrassed sneer.<br><br></div><div>"oh for archon's sake- do you smooth-brained fools have nothing better to do than harass me?!" scaramouche fumed, fed up and embarrassed beyond all possible means.<br><br></div><div>"awww don't be like that 'mouchey! c'mon tell us who the lucky person is!" childe cooed in an attempt to draw out a sensible response from the ever-growing furious man.<br><br></div><div>"it'll be your mother if you keep asking me these ridiculous questions!"<br><br></div><div>signora stifled a choked, surprised chuckle from beneath her knuckles at childe's gawk. where scaramouche would normally relish in his psychological victory, he wanted nothing more than to run from the conversation entirely.<br><br></div><div>"gods, if being here means dealing with you two then i'd rather freeze to death outside!" he scowled once more and whirled his body to the looming wooden doors, which slammed shut with his exit.<br><br></div><div>"five million mora says the dendro archon has the other earring." signora hummed, side-eyeing childe with her usual narrowly amused smile etched onto her lips.<br><br></div><div>"tch, you always make the better bets first." childe grumbled and crossed him arms, joining signora in listening to the thundering footsteps of the sixth harbinger echo further and further away from the meeting room.<br><br></div><div>in all his romantic fever, he really did forget to be subtle.<br><br></div><div><strong>BONUS:<br></strong><br></div><div>only hours later, a gentle knock on his office door stirred him from the depths of his thoughts, earring nestled in the warmth of his palm as he studied it. just before he could return the gesture with a brash "go away!", the familiar lilt of your voice permeated beyond his guarded exterior.<br><br></div><div>"scara? it's me-" you barely got a chance to finish your sentence before the door flung open and your lover had yanked you against his body.<br><br></div><div>strong arms locked tight around your waist, and his frost-covered nose delved deep into the warmth of your neck.<br><br></div><div>"my, you're quite affectionate today." you hummed with a gentle smile on your face and returned the gestured by snaking your arms around his neck.<br><br></div><div>"you...how are you here?" he mumbled, pulling away to stare at your face.<br><br></div><div>it was then he noticed the two loitering figures behind you: childe whose blushy cheeks and idiotic grin couldn't be hidden, and signora who had an unusually admirable expression on her face for once.<br><br></div><div>"and what are these <em>clowns</em> doing here?!" he snarled and drew your body closer to his, shifting so his body acted as a visible shield from the other two harbingers.<br><br></div><div>"did they harm you? are you hurt? i'll kill them if they so much as laid a hand on yo-"<br><br></div><div>"scaramouche! i'm fine! i came with them willingly, darling." you soothed his worries with mere strokes of your hands against his cheeks.<br><br></div><div>"came with them?" he asked, before his complexion grew dark and misty, aimed directly towards the pair of harbingers in front of him. "you lot have better not compromised their safety." he growled, guard still raised much like a stray kitten.<br><br></div><div>"nonsense, comrade! we merely contacted some staff at your estate and hand them deliver a message to your lover via carrier pigeon. honest truth!" childe raised his hands in defense before nodding to you with a sheepish grin, "ask your sweetheart over there, they'll confirm."<br><br></div><div>"it's true, scara. really, they're quite harmless. in fact, they warmed up to me as soon as they saw my earring." you giggled and tucked wisps of his stormy locks behind the shell of his ear with an affectionate smile on your face.<br><br></div><div>a smile that quickly fell upon noticing the empty puncture in his ear. your thumb ran over the swollen bump of the earring puncture, and scaramouche, not missing the gesture, produced the earring he'd been gripping in his fist. your heart thrummed inside your chest as you took the piece of jewelry from his hand and slid it into place in his earlobe just where it was meant to be.<br><br></div><div>"say...(y/n), just how did someone as sweet as you manage to meet someone as disagreeable as this one?" childe joked, jabbing a thumb at scaramouche with a cheeky grin on his face.<br><br></div><div>"why you-" scaramouche sneered and glared bullets in childe's direction.<br><br></div><div>"oh my! that's quite easy to answer: he was sent to take my gnosis after all!" you chirped and clasped your hands together.<br><br></div><div>scaramouche's blood pressure might've shot through the roof if not for your gentle hold on his hand.<br><br></div><div>"cough up that mora, pretty boy." signora chuckled and waggled her hand forwards, which managed to elicit a groan from the redhead.<br><br></div><div>"argh, i should've known you'd seduce an archon." childe grumbled, gut twisting at the thought of his precious mora gone.<br><br></div><div>"<em>former</em> archon," you corrected, "and seduce is hardly the word, mister childe. though he did charm me in his own way, i must admit." you hummed and looked to scaramouche with fond eyes.<br><br></div><div>"are you two satisfied? you've brought my...you've brought (y/n) out from the comfort of our home and wasted their time just to satiate your childish curiosities-!"<br><br></div><div>"yes, yes, we know, balladeer, we were merely curious about your sweetheart," signora chimed in and yanked childe in the direction opposite from scaramouche's office, "but don't worry," she started with a wink, "we'll leave you two lovebirds alone, won't we, tartaglia?"<br><br></div><div>"yes ma'am! wait- hey! stop exerting control over me!"<br><br></div><div>a visible vein throbbed near his temple as the bickers of the two harbingers echoed down the hallways, before ceasing once they'd exited through the doors. his tense body relaxed as your thumb came to rub over the frown lines that had begun to permeate the skin of his forehead.<br><br></div><div>"i've missed you, even if only for a day." your gentle murmurs hummed against the juncture of his shoulder, finding solace with his arms wrapped tight around your body.<br><br></div><div>his fingers gently grasped the dangling jewel from your ear, admiring the care you'd taken into it before tenderly pressing his lips against the cool crystal.<br><br></div><div>"i'm always with you, near or far. but don't expect me to repeat such frilly words." only just for you did he let his lips curl ever so slightly upwards and his cheeks blossom with the color of roses on a dewy, spring day, even with the tinge of sarcasm at the end.<br><br></div><div>"and i, you, my love, and i'll say it enough for the both of us." you cooed, heart full and bursting with all the love you could manage to give this uncouth, hardened man whose face laid cradled in your hands.<br><br></div><div>a flower had begun to bloom within the desolate lands of snezhnaya.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>making playlists for each other</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>scaramouche ×</strong></div><ul><li>if this man makes a playlist for you then you <em>know</em> he's smitten</li><li>it only started because you kept forgetting to listen to the songs he recommended to you in the first place, making him rage put all the songs in one playlist and spam your messages with the link</li><li>half of the songs in the playlist are oddly sweet and upbeat; if you ask scaramouche why though, he'll just say <em>"how should i know??"</em></li><li>let's all be honest though, it's probably because the songs remind him of you</li><li>the other half of the playlist are a mix of popular songs you have heard of and songs you've never heard of in your life, usually the latter</li><li>however, the part you look forward to most is telling scaramouche that you finished listening to the songs and waiting for his reactions</li><li>it's a bit cute of him when he demands that you tell him what you think about the music, grumbling that <em>"you have no taste" </em>when you say you don't like them<em> </em>and humming approvingly when you say you do like them</li><li>if you ask for more recommendations though, you get the luxury of him looking over your shoulder and stating song names for you to search up, while you fluster at the way he's standing a <em>bit</em> too close (not that you're complaining...)</li><li>you also find it cute when he listens to your recommendations right away, although he always forgets what you're asking about; everytime you do he raises his eyebrows like <em>"which song??"</em></li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>xiao ×<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>while scaramouche will send you playlists regularly, making playlists for each other with xiao will purely be just for important events</li><li>for example, for your birthday, he made a playlist full of both of your favorite songs that spelled out "<em>LOVE YOU" </em>with each first letter of the song names</li><li>everytime you remind him of it the tips of his ears redden, telling you that it was cheesy of him, but you won't hear him denying or regretting making it anytime soon</li><li>you also make him playlists, like for example: one for the car ride home every time he wins one of his volleyball games (he gets a bunch of kisses from you though if he loses, but you still give him kisses either way), every time you guys go on road trips, and every time you guys celebrate after finishing exams</li><li>xiao especially likes it when you put your favorite songs in the playlist too, it reminds him of you when he listens to it</li><li>you guys have this one specific old playlist that you guys add new favorite songs to that is almost eleven hours long... it is always used if the current playlist playing ends too early</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>someone asks your boyfriend if you’re single</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>━━ <strong><em>kaeya;<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>ngl he gets a little jealous but instead of getting protective, he just proudly tells the person that you’re dating him</li><li>(he acts calm. he is not.)</li><li>if you’re comfortable with it, he probably shows a lot more pda for a while after</li></ul><div>“uh, captain?”<br><br></div><div>kaeya hummed and turned to look at the person speaking. he was a new member of the knights, so he always looked a little on edge, but kaeya couldn’t help but notice something… a little different. the guy was red to the tips of his ears, but trying to hide a smile.<br><br></div><div>“the uhm- the person you were speaking to this morning. what was their name?”<br><br></div><div>“i spoke to a lot of people this morning,” kaeya laughed. “you’ll have to be a bit more specific than that.”<br><br></div><div>“the one that was talking to master jean when you walked over to them? they were really pretty.”<br><br></div><div>“ah! that’s y/n. why do you ask?” kaeya felt a little uneasy now — he knew that you were pretty, but he didn’t know why this random guy was telling him that.<br><br></div><div>a smile spread across the guy’s face now, blushing impossibly more. “no reason. i just, uhm, do you know if they’re seeing someone right now?”<br><br></div><div>it took kaeya a moment to let the words process in his head. perhaps he hadn’t heard the guy correctly? but no, a few beats pass and kaeya realizes what was happening. he just gives the guy a faux smile and a forced laugh.<br><br></div><div>“yeah,” kaeya moves from where he was leaning against his desk, letting the other guy realize just how tall he is. “actually, they’re seeing me right now.”<br><br></div><div>“o- oh, yeah. of course. i’m sorry.” the guy mumbles out quickly, his eyes fixed on the ground as he moves to walk away.<br><br></div><div>honestly, kaeya thinks he’s over the uneasy feeling after that. it was a one time thing, right? or was he not obvious enough about his affections? did you think that was a good thing or a bad thing?<br><br></div><div>you’re the one that point it out. while he’s usually physically affectionate and cuddly in private, he seemed to be a little clinger than usual.<br><br></div><div>“you alright, kaeya?” you finally ask him, a playful tone to your voice.<br><br></div><div>“perfect, darling.” you felt him smile as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.<br><br></div><div>━━ <strong><em>childe;<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>he’s going to get pissed if it’s one of the fatui agents — he doesn’t necessarily like to mix you with his job, but surely they must know the two of you are together, right?</li><li>but he won’t get too protective if it’s one of liyue’s citizens</li><li>he gets clingy when he’s jealous it’s so cute :((</li></ul><div><br></div><div>it was only a few minutes that he’d been talking to you when he noticed a pair of eyes on the two of you. he was growing uneasy, but you were in public, there wasn’t one person with enough guts to harm you. especially not with childe right next to you.<br><br></div><div>“i’ll be back, gotta use the bathroom real quick.” you said, standing up.<br><br></div><div>childe nodded, although you could tell he wasn’t really paying attention to you. he couldn’t exactly follow you to the bathroom. so he’d settle for keeping his eye on the person staring at you.<br><br></div><div>you’d been gone all of a minute when said person stood up. childe was ready to get out of his seat and trail close behind the person. instead of following you though, he walked over to talk to childe.<br><br></div><div>“hey man, uh… i hope this isn’t too weird, but are they seeing someone right now? d’ya think you could introduce-”<br><br></div><div>“they’re taken.” childe cleared just throat, looking down at the table. he waited a moment before speaking again. “happily. by me.”<br><br></div><div>“oh… yeah, my bad. sorry, i’ll just uh- yeah. i’ll go.”<br><br></div><div>childe was sure the guy could feel the daggers being stared into him as he walked away. when you came back a little while later, you could tell something was wrong. the way his eyes would occasionally flicker to someone a few tables away, the bouncing of his leg — it wasn’t as though he was easy to hide it.<br><br></div><div>“what’s wrong with you?” you finally asked when you were leaving together. his fingers were laced tightly with yours, his thumb absently rubbing circles on your skin.<br><br></div><div>“no reason,” he said with a smile, and then he moved to press a kiss to your temple. “say, how about we just go home instead? we can just hold each other for a while.”<br><br></div><div>“oh, so you were jealous?”<br><br></div><div>“what!?”<br><br></div><div>“you’re so predictable.”<br><br></div><div>━━ <strong><em>scaramouche;<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>lol fly high &lt;/3</li></ul><div><br></div><div>scaramouche didn’t even know the agent’s name. quite honestly, he didn’t care either. what he cared about was the words spilling from the agents mouth. he was letting it go on, perhaps he was just over reacting. that was until he heard the words “i wonder if they’re seeing someone?”<br><br></div><div>“who are you talking about?” scaramouche said, his tone threatening as he walked over to them.<br><br></div><div>he noticed the agent stiffened, hand gripped tightly around the barrel of their weapon. they cleared their throat and shifted their weight. at this point, scaramouche really couldn’t tell if they knew of his relationship with you — archons help them if they did, but they just looked so damn nervous.<br><br></div><div>“uh, i’m not sure of their name. the one you often talk to, but won’t speak to us about.”<br><br></div><div>scara’s eyes narrowed, clenching his jaw. he knew that the agent had no ill-intent, but were they really that dense?<br><br></div><div>he leaned down to be at their height, his hand grabbing roughly at the collar of their shirt. the other agents around seemed to take a step back, although scaramouche wasn’t really concerned about that now.<br><br></div><div>“agents have no time for relationships. keep your priorities where they should be. is that clear?”<br><br></div><div>“clear.”<br><br></div><div>he let go of them, shoving them away as he stepped back. they hit the ground with a thud. scaramouche looked around to the others; they all seemed to look down at the ground whenever his eyes met them.<br><br></div><div>“either way, it’s not smart to have your eyes on the partner of a harbinger. if you come across them, don’t do anything stupid. otherwise, if they don’t take care of you, i will.”<br><br></div><div>“yes sir.” he heard them echo, heads still bowed.<br><br></div><div>━━ <strong><em>xiao;<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>he didn’t often make himself visible to humans, so people never got to see your apparent lover</li><li>which left some speculations… you didn’t really mind though, it wasn’t as thoight your relationship was any one else’s business</li><li>however, xiao could get insecure at times</li></ul><div><br></div><div>“i’ll be right back,” you said with a smile, standing up from where you and xiao were sitting. “i’ll only be a second, alright?”<br><br></div><div>he nodded silently. as he watched you walk away, his eyes landed on some guy that was watching you. an almost familiar feeling stirred inside of him, but he knew he shouldn’t draw his weapon.<br><br></div><div>the guy began to walk towards xiao; every step he took made xiao more on edge. not for his own safety, not for yours. there was something else there that he couldn’t name.<br><br></div><div>“hey, do you know that person you were talking to?”<br><br></div><div>it took xiao a second to respond. he’d leaned back and crossed his arms whenever the person had approached, an unconscious he’d developed. he cleared his throat and finally spoke.<br><br></div><div>“i wouldn’t be talking to a stranger. what do you want?”<br><br></div><div>the guy gave a nervous laugh, rubbing at his nape. “ah, i’m sorry for bothering you. i was just wondering if they were single or…?”<br><br></div><div>“they-”<br><br></div><div>“xiao! who’s this?” you asked with a smile, walking over to the two of them.<br><br></div><div>however, your smile soon fell when you saw xiao glare at you. it wasn’t until he looked back at the stranger that you realized it wasn’t you that he was glaring at.<br><br></div><div>“oh,” the other person gave you a nervous smile. “i was just wondering if-”<br><br></div><div>xiao stood you up so fast that the chair he was sitting in fell back. the noise and sudden movement caused you to turn your head, only for your partner to press a quick kiss to your lips. the way his face burned right told you that he’s meant to only kiss your cheek.<br><br></div><div>“i- uhm.”<br><br></div><div>“leave.”<br><br></div><div>━━ <strong><em>zhongli;<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>probably the calmest(?)</li><li>it more takes him by surprise than anything else, but he’ll politely explain rather than being passive aggressive about it</li><li>however, he does mention the encounter to you and asks if you’re comfortable with showing more affection in public</li><li>not a lot, just more hand-holding and forehead kisses than usual</li><li>100% tells them you’re married even if you aren’t, he just doesn’t tell you that part 💀</li></ul><div><br></div><div>“oh, give me a moment, love.” zhongli spoke, eyes trained on someone in the crowd. he gave an apologetic look and began to walk away.<br><br></div><div>childe had been staring at you, but when he saw zhongli beside you he realized the archon knew you. it was only when zhongli spoke that childe realized they were now standing in front of each other.<br><br></div><div>“what’s wrong?”<br><br></div><div>“wh- huh? sorry, what?”<br><br></div><div>“you were staring at me.” zhongli stated, eyebrows knitting. “i thought you wanted to tell me something.”<br><br></div><div>“what? no! no, i just had something to ask. who is that person you were walking with?”<br><br></div><div>“their name is y/n. why?”<br><br></div><div>childe cleared his throat. “are they- do you know if they have a partner?”<br><br></div><div>he watched the shock appear on zhongli’s face and he couldn’t help the way his heart dropped. it took zhongli a moment to collect himself, but he eventually cleared his throat and blinked a few times.<br><br></div><div>“yes. actually, i’m their husband.”<br><br></div><div>childe’s face paled as he shifted his weight. zhongli noted that this was one of the few times he’d seen the harbinger nervous. though he had a gentle demeanor, there were times that he could be terrifying — whether he means to or not. this was one of those times.<br><br></div><div>“right, right. listen, i’ve got to run. i’ll talk to you later.”<br><br></div><div>zhongli watched as the other guy turned and walked away rather quickly. he wasn’t really sure was he was feeling — it wasn’t betrayal, but either way he didn’t like it.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>♡ they say that the world was built for two.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>you and scaramouche have always been joined at the hip, practically inseparable ever since you met on the first day of kindergarten. he stole your purple crayon in art class while trying to draw a masterpiece (in his words), and you knocked his head with your ruler – it truly was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.<br><br></div><div>scaramouche is always there for you. even though his bluntness may hint at apathy, the opposite couldn’t be truer. he cares deeply for you, although he shows it in rather... unorthodox methods. when you were pushed into the mud in middle school, the bully somehow went home with a broken nose, and scaramouche's knuckles were coincidentally bleeding when you spoke to him during your lunch break later and he muttered about how 'that idiot deserved it.' when some other students in high-school were gossiping about you behind your back, they were suspended a day later for all the rules they had been breaking in secret, and scaramouche wore a strangely smug smile for the rest of the week, as if daring anyone else to hurt you.<br><br></div><div>even now, when you both wake up together huddled for warmth on your tattered mattress, not knowing which day will be your last, scaramouche is there for you. he watches your back when the two of you are foraging for food and supplies, and he knows you do the same for him. your relationship, built on years of intimacy and rapport, only solidifies when you learn to trust each other with what is most precious – your lives. surviving in this apocalyptic world is like walking on a tightrope, you never know when you'll fall and never get back up, but with scaramouche by your side, things are least a little easier.<br><br></div><div>and if he slides an arm around your waist as the two of you sleep, pulling your body impossibly closer in a futile attempt to shield you from all the horrors you have to witness daily, or if he presses a feather-light kiss on your head as you slip into dreamland, or intertwines your fingers with his calloused ones when you're navigating through the ruins of the city, so what? even if the two of you are the last survivors left in this derelict place, scaramouche won't let even a hair on your head be hurt, he'll always be there to have your back. and with the looming threat of your mortality hanging over you both like a cloud as you repeatedly risk your lives by venturing out of your shelter, scaramouche thinks he better admit his feelings for you quick, so at least he can eventually say he died without regrets.<br><br></div><div>(although to scaramouche, that seems to be a feat a million times more terrifying than fighting the undead.)<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Shortfic: Pretend boyfriend</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Scaramouche</strong></div><ul><li>So the guy pining after you occasionally shows up when you’re at Liyue Harbor. He likes to call you cute and although you have an annoyed face most of the time, the guy still finds you endearing and you’re starting to get pissed off.</li></ul><div>“Listen... my boyfriend isn’t going to be happy,”<br><br></div><div>The guy guffaws with laughter. Knowing that you didn’t have one. He’s never seen you with a guy before, what makes you think you can lie to him? Before the guy could even say anything back to make fun of you though, you feel a presence walk up behind you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Your head turns a little to see Scaramouche, the hat atop his head looks only the slightest bit comical right now as his head swings around, but the look on his face definitely isn’t. Your eyes light up, and quickly take this opportunity. “Scara honey, you’re back!” You raise your eyebrows at him and give him a pointed look to signal that you needed help, and that he would hopefully play along.<br><br></div><div>You never knew what would happen with Scaramouche though. He had such a mood sometimes.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche glances at you and then stares over at the guy. The guy, sensing that this was some type of act goes for your wrist, only for it to be SLAPPED away. Scaramouche wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you towards him, your front crashing against his. You can’t see the seething look on his face but you hear it in his words.<br><br></div><div>“Keep your hands off or I’ll cut them off for you,” The guy is now confused. Why was he so possessive over you? Perhaps this wasn’t an act after all? “Also, fuck off,” Scaramouche finishes and the guy quickly turns away under Scaramouche’s sharp gaze and words.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>When you sense that the coast was clear, you peek up at his face. “Thanks, Scara,” you try to pull away but he’s still staring down at you and his arm is tight around your waist. You forget sometimes how strong he actually is. “Where do you think you’re going? You can’t just call me ‘honey’ and not do anything about it,” and he smirks.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>Kaeya</strong></div><ul><li>The guy pining after you is actually quite a nice guy. Difficult to turn down and overall just polite and pleasant. You’re not interested though and is having a hard time breaking it to him.</li></ul><div>“Oh, uh... I’m kinda busy today,” you tell him. “How about tomorrow then?” he counters, polite smile on his face. “Well of course, I should’ve asked you a bit earlier. Haha, my bad. How about you just tell me when you’re free, that sounds a little better,” he suggests right after.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Off behind the polite guy you see Kaeya stroll in view, and your body automatically goes toward him. “Kaeya!” you fast walk and hug him around the middle, head tilted up to give him a pleading look. He’s still kind of confused, but doesn’t complain about having you in his arms.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You turn towards the polite guy and bow your head a little, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I actually already have a boyfriend,” and that’s when it clicks in Kaeya’s mind. His arms suddenly pull you up into a bridal style carry, knowing that you needed saving from your suitor. You squeak a little in surprise, face flushing the slightest pink, but automatically wrap your arms around his neck.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He completely disregards the guy and looks down at your flushed face. “Now, now princess. Your face is all red, shouldn’t you be used to this by now?” It feels as if he’s also taunting <strong><em>you</em></strong>. He chuckles but looks back at the guy, smiling at him sweetly. “We’ll be taking our leave,” and he turns to start walking away from the scene.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>When you were sure the two of you were out of earshot you tug on him and say “Okay, you can put me down now! Thanks for your help,” but Kaeya shoots you his pleasant smiley face. “I have another idea, how about seriously considering me as your boyfriend? Hm?”<br><br></div><div><strong>Venti</strong></div><ul><li>The guy pining after you is a bard. He just constantly wants to play songs for you, and wants you to listen. Frankly you don’t really care about music that much.</li></ul><div>“...and I wrote this song atop a hill, I got caught in the rain and I thought it was...” the guy kept on rambling and you didn’t know how to stop him. At some point, he stops talking and just plays. You shift there uncomfortably, wanting to go as soon as you can but not wanting to be rude.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Suddenly there’s someone who joins next to you. You turn your head to see that it was Venti. He was merely watching the bard play too. The bard stops playing though, and looks at Venti. “...Excuse me... This is a song I wrote for her, and I kind of wanted her to be the first one to hear it...”<br><br></div><div>You nearly roll your eyes but force a smile instead, until an idea comes to you. “Actually...Venti here writes a lot of songs for me too, he’s my boyfriend,” you smile and the bard looks heartbroken. You can feel Venti give you a surprised side glance but he recovers pretty easily, catching on to the act.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Ah yes, Y/N is just such a beauty, it’s hard not to get inspired just looking at her, right?” he makes small talk with the bard as if he’s known him forever. Venti wraps an arm around your shoulder, “Ehe,” but his face turns dark at the next moment. “Also, being a bard, I do get a lot of practice with my fingers. You know, Y/N has a really nice singing voice too, but you should hear her in bed, she--”<br><br></div><div>“OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH!” You shriek and cover your face. You did <strong><em>NOT </em></strong>expect him to say something like that. The bard pining after you had already started to walk away, possibly offended by the fact that you already had someone else, and someone seemingly lewd as well.<br><br></div><div>“Ehe~!” Venti drops his hold on your shoulder but smiles at you innocently. “You didn’t have to go that far Venti!” you hiss at him, face with a slight blush. He lets out his signature laugh again. “Maybe not... but now that I’ve said it, how ‘bout trying it out, eh?” he picks his hand up and pretends to be playing a lyre, but the focus is obviously on his fingers.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞?</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; 𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲 ‘𝗞𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶’</strong></div><div>✧ Scaramouche is a man of spite and rage, having to fight and claw his way to the top of the ranks; so music isn’t too familiar to him. Granted, he’s seen many traveling bards, ceremonies of songs, celebrations with music; that being the only exposure he’s had to such a worldly pleasure. And he hated it…so he thought. Though he can’t help but stop where he stood- eyes widened and lips parted slightly as he turned to your oblivious self. The melodies you created so effortlessly drawing him in like stars to the moon- he’s awestruck!<br><br></div><div>✧ Despite being a man of spite and rage, he’s also sensitive, and he’s not proud of it. He’s especially not proud of the way he has to fight back tears when your voice reaches his ears, it’s just so…calming. He feels at peace when you sing, but he won’t tell you that. But you might notice that he’ll never stop you, tell you to be quiet, nothing- you’ll see him lean against the wall with his eyes shut and expression peaceful. If you sing for a long time, then he might do what he came to do alongside you. You’re washing dishes and humming your favorite song? He stands beside you and silently starts drying dishes, making sure they don’t make noise when he sets them down.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>✧ In summary, he adores it when you sing. You sound so happy, and it sends flurries of butterflies dancing through his heart, the corners of his lips constantly fighting the urge to curl upwards. He wants to sing with you, to even for a second- share such a beautiful moment with you. If you decide to hum or sing an old Inazuman lullaby, something he’d recognize, you might hear a low yet beautiful hum just beside you. It’s quiet, soft, almost as gentle as the sound of rain pattering against the window just beside you- but it’s there, and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;- ✧ -<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;Being a wanderer, Scaramouche has become accustomed to music from several nations. Folk music, celtic, opera, rock ‘n roll, the list goes on. To be honest, he hates it. He hates watching people enjoy something so trivial, enjoy it until their face hurts from the smiling and the laughter– disgusting.…No, he’s just jealous. Being someone like Kunikuzushi is living inside a person you don’t even own- operating a machine that you didn’t want in the first place. Such worldly things like desires, laughter, happiness- these are mostly foreign to him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>So why did he find himself listening outside your door, a stunned look in his eyes and the slightest of smiles on his lips? How is his heart racing so fast- almost matching the rhythm of the song you sang; what was that? Something Inazuman? No, maybe Liyuen? No…whatever it was, it sounded heavenly falling from your lips. “Ah, Kuni’! I’m sorry, did you need something?” No, no, why did you stop?? Scaramouche clicked his tongue, scratching the back of his neck almost sheepishly as he cleared his throat.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“…It’s nothing, nothing that matters. But…what was that you were singing?” His eyes were wide, almost doe-like as he stared up at you. Hands clenched at the fabric of his shirt, teeth tugging at the inside of his cheek- tense, but flustered, obviously trying to hold back an expression akin to an excited child. You laughed, leaning against the doorframe and reaching for one of his hands, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His skin felt like the casing of an old hardcover novel, soft but worn, firm and scarred everywhere; covering page after page of foreign words not many bother to understand.<br><br></div><div>“I’m not sure, actually. Heard someone singing it when I was shopping, do you like it?” He nodded hesitantly.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I don’t care much for the song, but your voice is… nice.” Scaramouche paused, clearing his throat and averting his gaze. “Continue…please?” His fingers mindlessly played with yours, he probably didn’t even realize he was doing it. Kunikuzushi walked you back to where you sat on the couch, plopping onto it and leaning back, watching you expectantly. Heat rose to your cheeks- he almost looked like an expectant child with the way he stared at you. His eyes held an excitement- a happiness you haven’t seen from him, something that you brought out of him. You bring it out of him, you make him happy. As you started to sing once more, the smallest of smiles tugging at his lips- the world felt at peace, even just for a bit.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;𝗞𝗮𝗲𝘆𝗮 𝗔𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵</strong></div><div>✧ Ever since he was a boy, music has been a part of Kaeya’s life. The lonesome whistles in the wind of his homeland, the gentle melody of lullabies falling from his father’s lips as he slowly drifted to sleep, the many songs, tunes, and poems of Mondstadt, and now you. Whenever you’d sing, Kaeya would swear he could hear someone else falling in love with you. You claim exaggeration, but it certainly wouldn’t surprise him if your voice alone was enough to enchant someone– it was definitely enough for him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>✧ Whenever you sing- even if he wasn’t there before- you could see a tuft of blue hair out of the corner of your eye. Leaning against the wall with the softest of smiles, there he’d stand, staring at you with all the love in the world, all the love he thought he’d never have. Kaeya absolutely adores your voice, it’s one of the few things he finds good about this world. Even if you’re simply humming, you’ll see him perk up and scoot a bit closer, not wanting to miss a single beat of your voice. Sometimes he’ll rest his head on your shoulder or chest, wanting to feel your voice against his ear. It soothes him more than he likes to admit, but he also doesn’t try to hide it.<br><br></div><div>✧ Fluent in both Teyvat speak and hilichurlian, Kaeya’s a man of many words. Poetry from a certain green-eyed bard, songs from hilichurls, various pieces from bards all over Teyvat- and yet, he still finds himself speechless at the sound of your voice. Though it doesn’t stop him from singing along. He hates ‘ruining’ your performances, so this usually only happens when he’s tired or after one too many drinks. But if you catch him at the right moment- sing the right song- he’ll allow his eyes to flutter shut while humming along with you. Mumbling or slurring out the lyrics, humming the rest- he still sounds so beautiful. Especially with you, it still amazes him how the both of you find such perfect harmony in an inharmonious world.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;- ✧ -<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;Nimble fingers carefully strummed at the lyre’s strings, eyes flitting back and forth between the notes and the lyre– who’s idea was it to make them so close together? But even with the occasional wrong note- one that made your ears cringe and nose scrunch in distaste- the harmonious sound of your voice in the open air was enough to make him stop and stare where he stood. “Oh? What do we have here?” Kaeya mused, leaning over your shoulder with a hand resting on your lower back; a strangely happy glint in his eye.<br><br></div><div>“Oh, I got this as a reward in the Windblume Festival. Figured I’d learn how to play it? Sorry, I can stop if I’m making too much noise. I know it’s late.” Gloved hands practically flew upwards as he waved them around, uncharacteristically flustered with the wide-eyed and almost nervous look he gave you. “Nono, I didn’t mean to stop, I just meant–” It was cute, actually, how he rambled like a lovesick teenager.. You laughed, strumming the instrument absentmindedly while thinking of a song that would appease your lover. An old hilichurlian song? Something a bard of old once sang? No…ah, how about the subtle blues his favorite winery would play? No, too close to home. What about–<br><br></div><div>“My, my, I know I’m distracting, but at least try to listen. Eyes up here, beloved.” Kaeya laughed, patting your head before his fingers slid down your cheek, cupping it gently. One eye still remained concealed beneath inky black fabric, but the other shone brighter than the stars- periwinkle blue piercing into your gaze. “Very funny, I was just thinking. Since you clearly enjoy my singing, what song should I do next? Who knows, maybe I could sing you to sleep~.” You teased, a playful lilt to your voice that soon withered away after seeing the childlike, purely elated glow hidden behind his suave smile.<br><br></div><div>“Well, who would I be to decline such a kind offer?” You were about to interject- no, it was just a joke– but something in his eyes practically begged; ‘please, please don’t take it back.’ Kaeya grabbed your hand, tugging you to the bed and dragging you down until you sat beside him. “…About the songs…I’m not quite sure. There wasn’t much to sing about back in my homeland, and I’m not sure words from simple bards are angelic enough to grace your tongue.” His voice felt like honey against your ears, velvety warmth laced into each word. A warm smile on his lips, one hand still holding yours, there was something so…genuine about him. Unlike the flirtatious and coy Calvary Captain, and more like the little boy from a land long forgotten.<br><br></div><div>“Well, that doesn’t leave me much to work with.” Your laughter was that of an angel’s, as he mentioned multiple times before today. “…I’m sure I’ll figure it out.” As your fingers danced along the strings once more, Kaeya shuffled closer until his head rested on your lap, eyes slowly closing as his shoulders relaxed into the bed. Faint hums were heard every once in a while when he followed along each word you sang, and the gentle smile never faltered even as sleep overtook him. If you listened close enough, you could hear a small ‘Thank you’ between soft breaths.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;𝗞𝗮𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗞𝗮𝘇𝘂𝗵𝗮</strong></div><div>✧ Growing up in a land of strict order and perfection in the eyes of a monarch, Kazuha found his love for music in the whisperings of the wind. It would speak to him in various melodies- clouds rolling overhead, wisps of air swirling in a summer breeze, the faint flutter of autumn leaves and butterfly wings, this is what Kazuha considered music. He discovered your love for music after whistling a tune on a folded leaf- nearly dropping it in shock when you started to sing along.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>✧ After hearing your voice, his standards for music went higher than the clouds themselves. The strings of the floral zither, the strums from a lyre, even the breathy melodies that the wind carried couldn’t compare to your voice, he’d say. Kazuha doesn’t consider himself musically talented, so you’ll have to work to get him to sing with you. He’d much rather lay down on a warm rock with you and listen to your lullabies, eyes shut and his hand resting atop yours. Your voice is extremely soothing to him, no matter what you sing. Actually, being the poet that he is, he’s written a few songs for you. With some time and a moment of courage, he’d give you a few papers full of beautifully-written lyrics, shyly asking if you could sing them (if you wanted). If you agree, he’s over the moon with joy- subtle, but you can see the way his smile is particularly eager and his eyes sparkle like stars amidst a dark sky.<br><br></div><div>✧ If you ask enough times with your best puppy eyes, you might hear his soft voice harmonizing with yours. His voice is gentle, calm, and quiet- but beautiful and poetic nonetheless. Usually he hums or whistles with the help of a folded leaf, but sometimes he’ll join you for a song he particularly enjoys. Moments like these, your head resting on his shoulder as the both of you sing into the open air; those are the moments where the world is peaceful at last. You might catch him falling asleep to the sound of your voice, a small yet warm smile resting on his face.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;- ✧&nbsp; -<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;Inazuma’s winds- treacherous and cold, often bringing curses of thunderstorms and lightning overhead. Yet, leaves wouldn’t fall- they’d flutter, even fly for a while as they rode along the wisps of wind. Despite the foreign instrument, the wind seemed to guide your fingers along the strings- air flowing between the strings and practically playing each song for you. “I see you’ve become more familiar with the floral zither.” Kazuha chuckled, taking a seat beside you and looking out into the horizon.<br><br></div><div>Your head jerked up, he was always so silent when he walked, almost scaring the life out of you every time he stopped to say hello. “You were right, every song I play feels like it belongs to another. I’m not sure if I like it or not.” Each song you’d play would bring the face of an old or new friend, sad eyes and unwanted goodbyes woven into the notes. “I understand, there’s a reason I was willing to hand it off.” He sighed softly, extending a hand forward with an expectant but polite look, as if to ask ‘May I?’ before taking the instrument and setting it aside. “Do you have any favorite songs, dove?” His hand darted out to catch a fluttering leaf, starting to fold it intricately while he looked over at you.<br><br></div><div>“Favorite songs? Ah…I’ve picked up a few while traveling, I can’t really decide.” He hummed in thought, fiddling with the leaf between his fingers almost nervously. “I think your voice is akin to the first flower of spring even without the companionship of another instrument. The winds are enough to be your guide as well, so perhaps you don’t have to try and work with the floral zither. Just do what comes naturally to you.” Kazuha scooted closer to you, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder while he silently rejoiced in the way you nuzzled into his warmth. “That’s a very fancy way of saying you like my voice.” You laughed under your breath, finding peace with how his thumb traced over the back of your hand.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“As Captain Beidou once said, I’m known for speaking in flowers. However, that doesn’t make my sentiments any less true. I adore your voice- in fact, I find it even more beautiful without the accompaniment of an instrument. If you would…keep singing, please?” Scarlet eyes fluttered shut, his hand giving yours a reassuring squeeze. A moment or two passed, your hands mindlessly toying with his fingers and the occasional blade of grass while your brain actively searched for a song to sing. A certain tune came to mind- the flowing of a creek, light blue hair, a dance that moved with the water, and a fan…you began to hum, then began to vocalize into the open air.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>His lips curled into a gentle smile that rivaled the sun’s warmth, and as you sang, it was hard to tell if it was the ever-blowing wind or your poet of a lover humming along with you.&nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>from afar</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>you can’t hold back the prickling tears any longer.<br><br></div><div>this was a date that you had been looking forward to, for once. not just a random tinder date to fill the void or another one of your friends’ blind dates. you met a guy by chance, who you could’ve hit it off with...if he had only showed up.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>you had waited hopelessly for an hour and a half, until you angrily snatched your things and walked as fast as you could back to your car. it took all of your might to not cry, for the sake of your safety and pride. but the moment you parked and started walking to your apartment, you chided yourself the entire way and they all came spilling at once.<br><br></div><div>usually you would at least acknowledge your roommate, even if he was a pain 80% of the time. you certainly weren’t in any mood for banter, so you went straight to your room, where you collapsed face down on your bed.<br><br></div><div>although you didn’t even spare scaramouche a glance, he still sensed you weren’t yourself. he was worse than a typical introvert. when he said he hated people, it was almost like he <em>meant</em> it. but he wasn’t socially inept to the point where he couldn’t read basic cues. he felt that this ability was even stronger when it came to you. little old you, who had the nerve to scream at him for something like taking the last bag of chips or using all of the hot water when you were the one who took forever to bring yourself to get in the shower.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>always so eager to strike and yet crumbling over some stupid guy who doesn’t have the guts to break you down to your finer pieces. pathetic.<br><br></div><div>scaramouche can hear your sniffles and choked up sobs from the kitchen, where he’s preparing vegetables for dinner. he slams the knife harder onto the cutting board, before deciding that enough is enough. quick and hidden as a shadow, he grabs his keys and puts on his shoes.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>he wonders why he’s doing this, but immediately remembers why when he comes face to face with his target. the man with the punchable face right in front of him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>you would probably ask how he did it and he’d turn you away. he’s been vulnerable enough around you, and that didn’t mean he would plan on showing you this side of him too. his connections were not necessarily a bad thing, but many people fear those who came close to him in power. it was rare for scaramouche to exert this authority for the sake of others. for someone so weak, easily manipulated.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>the satisfaction remains all the same, with a spark of adrenaline, as he looks down at your ex-dates trembling form.<br><br></div><div>--<br><br></div><div>it was dark outside by the time you woke up. the smell of freshly cooked beef invaded your nostrils, putting you in a trance as you walk to the kitchen. you were feeling much better now after crying yourself to sleep and very hungry, having almost missed dinnertime.<br><br></div><div>you come back to your senses by the time you lay your eyes on the source of the smell: your own roommate, cooking something more elaborate than usual.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“scara?” you call out. he turns to you and sighs.<br><br></div><div>“finally up, are we? help yourself before you complain about it getting cold.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>feeling too sapped of your usual energy to retort his crabbiness, you simply take a bowlful of the mystery dish. scaramouche cleans up the kitchen counter before following you to the dining table, where you sit across from each other.<br><br></div><div>you take a bite of your food after it cools down. the sweet and sour flavor that lays upon your tongue from the first bite is enough for you to hum in satisfaction.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“my, i never knew you could cook like this!” you praise. scaramouche turns his head away from you, hiding the blush creeping onto his cheeks.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“it’s just borscht that i learned how to make during my time in russia...” his response only makes you want to pry more.<br><br></div><div>“wow, you spent time in russia? that sounds fun.” there were a lot of things you didn’t know about your roommate. including what brought him to make something different. was it because he had plenty of time without you getting in his way since you were locked in your room? or was he just as unpredictable as you thought he was?<br><br></div><div>“my roommate there was a pain in the ass. but he happened to be very good at cooking and i hate to admit that i learned a lot from him.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>you found it hard to believe that scaramouche tolerated living with other people for this long. “he sounds like a nice and homely person. i would love to meet him if you two ever get in touch again.” the blue-haired boy in front of you wrinkles his face.<br><br></div><div>“you really have the worst taste in men. first, someone who chickens out from a simple date and now a ginger?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>you raise an eyebrow at him. “i didn’t even know he was a ginger. besides, what does that even have to do with ANYTHING and how the fuck did you know i got stood up?”<br><br></div><div>scaramouche smirks. “you just confirmed that yourself, my dear (y/n).” you pinch the bridge of your nose as you recap your breakdown earlier in the evening.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“ugh, just forget about it. it’s not a big deal.” you take bigger bites of your food, in order to finish faster and leave the dinner table before things become more awkward.<br><br></div><div>“tch. kinda hard to forget about it when i had to go out of my way to teach him a lesson, just because you wouldn’t stop crying.” he scoffs.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>you glance up at him. “scara, don’t tell me you actually hunted him down. he’s not worth it.”<br><br></div><div>“still an annoying prick though. and his excuse was that he thought you and i were dating just because we lived together. dumbfuck. i wouldn’t even think of dating you twice.”<br><br></div><div>despite the harshness of his words, you smile wryly. “and yet you still couldn’t stand seeing me so upset and even went out of your way to cook me dinner. yeah, you would NEVER date me, would you?”<br><br></div><div>“shut up.” scaramouche grumbles.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>you poke his arm in a teasing manner. “i bet you were even jealous when you found out i had a date in the first place, weren’t you huh?”<br><br></div><div>surprisingly, scaramouche isn’t annoyed. you almost draw your hand back out of shock when you feel his warm hand wrap around the same one you used to prod his bicep. he interlocks his fingers with yours and squeezes gently. it all happens too fast for you to process after he lets go and awkwardly pats your shoulder.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“don’t make me change my mind now, okay?”<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>self care night with your cute roommate pt. 2 &lt;headcanons&gt;</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>scaramouche<br></em><br></div><div>• in hindsight, it was a tad bit foolish to think your roommate would <em>willingly</em> participate in something like self care.<br><br></div><div>• you just want to have fun and relax! loosen up! he just wants to kick you out! yay!<br><br></div><div>• but whether he likes it or not, you show up at scaramouche’s room one night with a basketful of activities. as expected, he doesn’t take it too well.<br><br></div><div>• you have to <em>coax </em>him at first, promising to take some stress off his shoulders (because he <em>definitely</em> needs that) and minutes later, find yourself unraveling a freshly-refrigerated sheet mask and placing it in his reluctant hands.<br><br></div><div>• upon pressing mask to face, your roommate complains it’s all icky and gooey and more than anything, <em>cold</em>. he can only see your back as you reach over to open another pack and inform him: that’s just a description of himself.<br><br></div><div>• scaramouche is about to say something not very nice in response when you abruptly turn around and….burst out laughing. oh <em>goodness</em>. his face—his <em>face!!! </em>it looks so <em>funny</em> with those confused blue eyes, nose, and mouth of his, starkly visible through the holes on the mask. confusion slowly steams into anger, and to your ultimate surprise..dissipates with a bemused grunt.<br><br></div><div>• he tells you to look in the mirror, which you do and can’t help but laugh again, this time, at yourself. you two look like ghosts; sheet masks are definitely not as pretty as those media-loved, liquid ones. but hey, they work just as good! soon, scaramouche joins in your softening giggles, saying you look <em>stupid, </em>but<em> </em>smirking<em> </em>to himself nonetheless.<br><br></div><div>• by the end of the night, you’ve <em>miraculously</em> gotten him to let you tie up his bangs and paint his nails with a coat of clear manicure. (he finds out the next day that it is <em>not </em>indeed clear, but an ‘extra fine silver shimmer,’ which you insist is practically the same thing) honestly, it’s baffling how you’re still alive.<br><br></div><div>• but as of right now, you’re knocked out cold on the floor. scaramouche sighs and stares/glares(?) at you, pondering what to do. perhaps...throw you out of the apartment while you’re unconscious? decisions, decisions!!<br><br></div><div>• he chooses to lift you onto his bed instead, covering your entire body—yes, including face—with the comforter. you’ll pay by making breakfast in the morning. or <em>maybe,</em> this could be his secret thanks for getting all that stress off his shoulders.<br><br></div><div><em>thoma<br></em><br></div><div>• you bring it up <em>once, </em>and being the sauve gentleman he always is, your roommate purchases and prepares everything <em>for you.<br></em><br></div><div>• now, you’ve always known how great he was—assisting with especially hard assignments, bringing you lunch on campus—but this tops yet<em> another</em> level!<br><br></div><div>• thoma tells you how to use <em>this</em> and what to pair with <em>that…</em>he<em> </em>even bought your favorite scented soap! everything seems to be in smooth-sailing once he takes over, and soon enough, the night is already almost over! almost, but not quite yet.<br><br></div><div>• there is a playful tease in his voice as he places the sliced cucumbers one-by-one on your cheeks. you are currently resting your head on thoma’s outstretched leg as he concentrates on rejuvenating your skin. his hands are so gentle and his fingers dance with little to no effort. right now, you’re just grateful for the cucumbers cooling the rising heat on your face.<br><br></div><div>• afterwards, you offer to do the same for him. he deserves it after all! of course, thoma insists it’s okay, that he was <em>more than glad </em>to ‘serve’ you. but you simply smile and push your roommate to lay down on your leg as you did to him.<br><br></div><div>• he seems at peace after awhile and a content silence takes over. you lean down to brush his hair out of the way and <em>at that moment,</em> your roommate is just grateful for the cucumbers cooling the rising heat on his face.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>your time is running out, and they said speak now</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>“What?”<br></em><br></div><div>You stare at your older brother in abject horror. You’ve known for a while now, that since you’ve come of age, the Elders of the Kamisato family would soon be clamouring for you to be married off, preferably to another member of an equally prestigious family.<br><br></div><div>And though you’ve often imagined marrying any number of peers your age when you were younger, it had been a game to you back then, your favourites changing as often as your clothes. It had been a lovely fantasy, but that’s all it had ever been. Now, you can see so clearly, how your life is going to be squeezed into a box, by the Elders who would be perfectly content to manipulate you as one would a puppet.<br><br></div><div>“It’s just a bridal viewing,” Ayato says soothingly, so as not to upset you any further. Just hearing about the bridal viewing is enough for tension to stiffen your frame, and to drive the colour from your cheeks. “Nothing more, and nothing less. We won’t let this go any further, this is just to appease the Elders for a while. Ayaka and I won’t be handing you over to anybody just yet.”<br><br></div><div>“Who did they have in mind?” You ask, though you don’t think that you actually want to know. You’re already dreading the answer. After all, whoever the Elders have picked out for you surely won’t be one of the people you’ve been daydreaming about.<br><br></div><div>Ayato hesitates for a moment, eyes darting away from yours, and confirming your worst fears. “The eldest son of the Murakami clan has expressed a great deal of interest in you, apparently.” He struggles to keep his voice calm and his face neutral, but he doesn’t quite manage. You can’t blame him. Whatever horrible name you were expecting, this is infinitely worse.<br><br></div><div>Lord Murakami is thrice your age and has had two wives. His first wife lived long enough to give him an heir before her body washed up on the shore of Nazuchi beach. She was too mangled to tell what exactly happened to her. His second wife was claimed by a fire, and her body was never found. Or so it was said. His family’s wealth and closeness with the Kanjou and Tenryou Commissions make him virtually untouchable, but his reputation makes finding another spouse tricky.<br><br></div><div>You suppose that your marrying him would suit the Elders just fine. You aren’t a prodigy like your older brother, and you aren’t loved by the public like your older sister. You’re perfectly average. Very few people would miss you.<br><br></div><div>“Little one.” He rarely uses the old affectionate title, given how he’s currently the head of the clan and propriety has to be maintained, so when he does in moments such as this, Ayato makes it count. His eyes are soft as he pulls you into a tight hug. “Don’t fret. Ayaka and I have no intention of giving you away.”<br><br></div><div>It's been so long since anyone has touched you like this, with love and comfort. Ayato feels like home.<br><br></div><div><em>( The bridal viewing is a claim of sorts, staked upon you. And in an hour’s time, the whole city knows how the eldest son of the Murakami clan has made a seemingly successful play for your hand.<br></em><br></div><div><em>As isolated as he is, Scaramouche also hears of the news, delivered to him by one of the scouting groups. His frame goes rigid, and his eyes are locked onto the messenger in cold rage. If he could execute someone with his gaze alone, that unfortunate messenger would be dead in seconds.<br></em><br></div><div><em>“What is that idiot Ayato thinking, just handing </em><strong><em>[NAME]</em></strong><em> over like that!” He is all hard angles and furious eyes. Not for the first time, everyone present thinks that he looks like the Raiden Shogun.<br></em><br></div><div><em>The other lower-ranked members of the Fatui give up the pretence of not eavesdropping; though with how loud Scaramouche’s voice currently is as he paces back and forth like a caged panther, it’s not that hard of an effort.<br></em><br></div><div><em>“Surely he doesn’t think that I’ll simply accept things as they are?” )<br></em><br></div><div>It’s barely noon the next day when the sharp, official knock sounds on the screen door and sends your heart pounding. Beside you, Ayaka squeezes your hand, trying to offer what little comfort she can. Your immediate thought is that he’s here, that he’s come to take you away. Once, as a child, you’d seen a chicken carried to market with its wings broken and its feet tied tightly together before its throat was slit. You don’t know why this long-ago image comes to you know, as you sit in the main hall, clad in the finest of silks and jewels.<br><br></div><div>You hide your hands in the folds of your robes and struggle to keep your scrambled, panicked thoughts from showing on your face. Your mouth is dry no matter how often you swallow, and you can’t keep from shaking as Ayato rises from his place next to you and walks to the sliding door. He talks to the guard for a very long time, but inside you, everything seems to have stopped.<br><br></div><div>Ayato flits back into the room, light on his feet, a crease pleating the space between his brows. “<strong>[ NAME ]</strong>, there’s been a change in plans –”<br><br></div><div>Terror turns your blood to ice. You’re not sure what is waiting for you, but you’re sure that the elders have meddled somehow, and your fate is now set in stone. You’ll be married off at first light, and your siblings won’t be able to help you.<br><br></div><div>“You may enter,” Ayato says to someone. His voice is soft and level, but you sense an undercurrent of emotion lurking beneath. “Though I must say, we weren’t expecting you to turn up like this.”<br><br></div><div>You can see several silhouettes behind the paper-lined window, and you lower your head, your hands twisting and trembling in your lap. You don’t dare to raise your eyes but as the group enters, you catch a quick glimpse of rich bolts of silk from Liyue, sweetmeats from Sumeru, Cecilias from Mondstadt, and fine-cut diamonds from Fontaine.<br><br></div><div>Beside you, you hear Ayaka suck in a quick, sharp intake of breath. “The Fatui? Why are they –”<br><br></div><div>“<strong>[ NAME ]</strong>.”<br><br></div><div><em>That doesn’t sound like the eldest son of the Murakami clan.</em> You frown. Something in the man’s voice prickles a memory, though you can’t place it. You steal a glance, hoping not to be noticed, and when your eyes meet his, you freeze.<br><br></div><div>The man has a fair, beautiful face, and his hair is the jet black of a raven’s wing. This close, you can see pieces of the Raiden Shogun in him, in the fullness of his mouth, and the shape of his face. But there is so much anger in him, more anger than has ever crossed her placid expression. But in him, you can see the shadow of another man, from another life. You remember this same man grinding up herbs to ease your coughing fits. You see long walks through the family estate, through Chinju forest, the same place where you had found him wandering aimlessly. You see vivid violet eyes inspecting your scraped knee, and you hear his voice telling you to stop crying as he hoists you upon his back.<br><br></div><div><em>“Kunikuzushi.”<br></em><br></div><div>You don’t realise you’ve said his name out loud until Ayaka turns to you, awareness slowly dawning on her face.<br><br></div><div>“You’re here,” You say, numb with relief and shock. You’re still staring at him, and you can’t make yourself turn away, because he’s <em>here</em>, like some spirit you summoned. “Why – Why . . . After all these years . . .”<br><br></div><div>Your former attendant holds your gaze for a second that is heavy with words he can’t speak, but then he gives you a curt nod.<br><br></div><div>“Surely you didn’t think I’d let that brute have you?” Scaramouche demands, and the familiarity of his voice makes your breath hitch. “I’ve come to ask for your hand. I want to court you.”<br><br></div><div>For the first time in days, a smile lights up your face, and Scaramouche thinks that it’s the most brilliant thing he’s ever seen.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>𝐡𝐮𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧&#39;𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 (𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>&nbsp;𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲 '𝗞𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶'</strong></div><div>✧ After all these years of solitude, loneliness, and nights spent crying himself to sleep, he’s wary of affection. Yet, he craves it so dearly. He leans into almost every touch you offer him- though denies that fact immediately -and stares at you with eyes akin to a curious child. The fearsome balladeer was once an innocent boy, you remind yourself sadly. Kunikuzushi absolutely adores your affection, but he’s definitely still on guard! Before you wrap your arms around him from behind, let him know you’re coming unless you’d prefer to be tackled to the ground like a common enemy.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>✧ Normally, he’d bask in your warmth for a moment before breaking away. But this week’s been so, so much- too much…let him have this moment of peace, archons, <em>please</em>. As you hug him, Scaramouche would slowly lean his head back onto your shoulder, one hand reaching up to hold one of yours. It’s brief, it’s hardly noticeable, but you can feel the way he relaxes into you. Sadly, the man has an ego to protect, so he enjoys the moment before begrudgingly pulling away. It’s pretty easy to tell he wants more, as he still stares at you expectantly and stays so close to you. If you don’t hug him again, he’d turn around to whatever he was doing and sigh dramatically until you hugged him again.<br><br></div><div>✧ He wouldn’t be caught dead being so affectionate with someone, the thought alone is sickening to him. Being so vulnerable, so ‘weak’, it’s distasteful. But he indulges, he leans into every touch you give him and he loves you so, so much. Especially after a hard week, you’ll see a lot more of an affectionate lover than a fearsome harbinger. From this day on, he made an unspoken cue for back hugs- he’d lean his arms onto some surface, back facing you, and then sigh far too loudly to go unnoticed. Only behind closed doors, of course. He finds he enjoys these hugs more than others, feeling your heartbeat against his back, your chin resting on his shoulder or the top of his head, the way your arms hold him so securely, he’s never felt so <em>safe </em>before.<br><br></div><div>- ✧ -<br><br></div><div>Sakura petals practically glowed under the iridescent light emanating from the moon, winds sending a chill down your spine and yet caressing it at the same time. You hummed in thought, silently reminding yourself of your daily tasks while opening the door, one hand pushing it open while the other pocketed your keys. Your head tilted to the side, catching sight of a slumped-over and clearly exhausted Scaramouche. He was quiet, unusually so, and as much as you wanted to surprise him, who knows what’d he do if caught off guard…”Kuni’?” You smiled, approaching him leisurely before hooking your arms under his and resting your chin on his shoulder- though he flinched in surprise at first, you could feel him relax under your touch.<br><br></div><div>“What?” A simple response, but not much needed to be said. Scaramouche leaned into you slightly, the overwhelming pressure of his week slowly flooding his mind and body once more; and he groaned under his breath at the mere thought of doing it all again tomorrow.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You sighed, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder and leaning over it to get a good look at him; eye bags and a significantly more pale tint to his skin being an unpleasant surprise. “Long week?” Long? Archons, he thought it’d never end. Endless, endless heaps of useless paperwork, incompetant underlings, failure after failure with every mission-- what the hell is he even doing? He’d be better off carrying the Tsaritsa’s work by himsel-- why did you nod like you understood?&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Oh.<br></em><br></div><div>Your hair tickled his jaw when you nodded, wrapping your arms tighter around him with a reassuring smile. “Yes, you were thinking aloud. I’ll pretend to ignore it, if that makes you feel better.” You mused, laughing at the way the tips of his ears burned red. “What if you took tomorrow off? Just the two of us?”<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche fell completely silent, deep in thought as if contemplating the world’s existence rather than a plan for the next day. It was hard to think when you practically wrapped yourself around him, gods you feel so warm, and you smell so good- did you use a new shampoo? How long have you been holding him? He turned to you the best he could, awkwardly trying to look down at you while your head rested in the crook of his neck. “I-” He coughed, clearing his throat and slowly reaching one hand up to hold one of yours. “Sure. I’m not planning it, so don’t disappoint me.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Most would find that offensive, but by the small hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, this was his best attempt at a jest. “Yes, sir! I’ll get right on that-” Moving to pull away, you stood up fully and released him from your hold-- only to be dragged back almost violently into a very awkward, but comfortable embrace.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“<em>Not</em>….not yet.” Kunikuzushi stammered out, resting his chin atop your head to hide his embarrassingly flustered expression.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Oh?” Was all you could manage, any teasing remarks bitten back at the way he squeezed you just a bit tighter into him- almost desperate in the way he leaned into you. Normally he’d have pulled away and dramatically recoiled from you to retain his pride and image, now he practically handed himself to you.<br><br></div><div>Running one hand through his surprisingly soft hair, you hummed happily before the weight of the situation truly sunk in and you smiled impossibly wider. He’s finally learning to trust again. He trusts you with the fragile boy he’s protected and shielded away from the world for so many years after being thrown away.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>As he holds you close, he trusts you to protect him too.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>&nbsp;<strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗲 '𝗧𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗮'</strong></div><div>✧ Archons above, the moment your arms sneak under his, he perks up like a puppy at the sound of a bag opening. Back hugs? For him? This is heaven! Of course he can’t resist being a tease about it, putting all of his body weight on you and laughing as you groan, turning around before you can touch his back, starting to walk away as you cling to his back like a koala; of course he wouldn’t make this easy. However, after a particularly dreadful week, he doesn’t move one bit when you press a kiss to his shoulder before enveloping him in your arms. Childe would be surprisingly quiet, basking in the pure warmth of your affection and relishing in the way he felt himself relax. He might crack a small joke, maybe let out a dry laugh, but the way he leans into your touch and holds your hands so tightly practically begs you, <em>‘please stay.’<br></em><br></div><div>✧ Unlike Scaramouche, he’s hardly ever on guard around you. His walls are built with diamond and stone, carefully crafted to keep what little he has of his heart safe; but he trusts you wholeheartedly. He might jump every once in a while if you surprise him, summoning a sword with a malicious grin, but otherwise it’s hard to tell he’s a harbinger around you. If someone saw him right now as you held him, practically melting against you and leaning his head back on yours with a lovesick grin, they might compare him to a teenage boy with his first crush.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>✧ Tartaglia is a complex man, a miserable yet beautiful mixture of passion, pain, and the adventurous glee of a little boy. And if you look close enough (though it’s hard to see since he rests his head atop yours), the smallest glint glimmers over his dull eyes- a small glimpse of Ajax rather than Childe. After a hard day, or anytime really, he’ll swear to you that your hugs could cure every disease in the world; and if you don’t hug him, either expect a pouty Child(e) or him clinging onto hugging you and not letting go until you hug him instead.<br><br></div><div>- ✧ -<br><br></div><div>Tartaglia was a charmer. Beautiful blue eyes as deep as Liyue’s oceans, skin bright and clear (some say it glows in the sunlight), fluffy hair that bounces so cutely when he walks, and a smile that even Aphrodite would envy.<br><br></div><div><em>What happened?</em> Hunched over his desk like a dead man, the bags under his eyes deeper than the oceans, skin almost dull even with the unflattering overhead light, and a grimace in place of where that classic smirk should be…he looked <em>dreadful</em>. You inwardly winced at his appearance, walking up to where he sat and resting a hand upon his shoulder. He sucked in a quick breath, almost startled before relaxing again. A quick, half-hearted smile was all he managed to give you before his expression collapsed into one of pure exhaustion once more.<br><br></div><div>“Goodness, Ajax…” You sighed, the hand on his shoulder sliding under his arm as the other followed until you hugged him close and tight to your chest- his hair tickled your cheek when you pressed your cheek to his shoulder in an attempt to get a good look at him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Oh? My real name…I must be in big trouble.” His voice, normally laced with honey and suave intent, cracked when he spoke. A gloved hand slowly reached upwards to hold one of yours; the way his fingers squeezed yours reminded you of a child clinging to their mother’s hand, afraid to let go and lose her. Your cheek nuzzled into his shoulder, trying to get more comfortable with the awkward position- how long has he been sitting here?&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“You think?” Came your almost snarky reply, using your free hand to hold him closer to you, until all that was left between you was warmth. “You’ve practically worked yourself to death…c’mon, I don’t care what you’re working on, you’re taking a break.” He let out a dramatic groan, leaning all of his weight against you and offering a tired, but genuine chuckle when you pretended to struggle holding him.<br><br></div><div>“Who am I to say no to such a pretty face?” Ever the charmer, even with his almost deathly appearance, Tartaglia turned his head so he could properly face you. Have you always looked this beautiful? The pure light reflected off your eyes and he could’ve sworn this was an angel’s gaze-- an angel’s hands holding him so lovingly despite how filthy he was. Years and years of blood, corruption, and tragic secrets stained his being like black oil over a dove’s feathers. Yet, your hands held him so dearly, so kind and loving in the way you traced his skin in soothing circles. It’s perfect, too perfect-- why are you so <em>nice </em>to him?&nbsp; Why don’t you look at him with disgust when you see him without the filter he crafted? Why don’t you pull away from hi--<br><br></div><div><strong>“AJAX!”<br></strong><br></div><div>“Hey, come back to me-- you’re spacing out!” You snapped your fingers, lifting your head and sucking in a breath before bonking your forehead against his, nose scrunching up at the mild pain.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I’m here, I’m here, did you miss me <em>that </em>much?” There it was, a real smile. Not a smirk, not a snarky grin, but a smile he only showed you. He reached out once more, grabbing your arm and tugging you back down so he could press a kiss to your cheek. You giggled at the touch, hugging him tight to your chest and moving side to side with a playful grin. You couldn’t get any cuter, he thought. For the first time that week, he relaxed; eyes fluttering shut and a lazy smile tugging at his lips while he swayed with you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Of course I did, I love you. I haven’t told you that enough lately, but I do. Don’t doubt that, put some trust in me, yeah? You’re worthy of love.” He fell silent, and you almost worried if that was too much- until you heard him whisper something while pressing a lingering kiss to the back of your hand.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>“tanf lu, i lufgn juutu”<br></em><br></div><div>“What was that?” You leaned in closer, only for him to capture your lips in a tender kiss, silencing your surprised gasp with a genuine twinkle in his eyes- then pulling away and repeating himself a bit louder.<br><br></div><div>“Thank you.”<br><br></div><div><em>“I love you too.”<br></em><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>just for pretend.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>oh my god; you're absolutely baffled. never in the long years of life did you think this day would come.<br><br></div><div>no— scratch that. you weren't expecting this at all.<br><br></div><div>you don't bother hiding any of the shock and astonishment your face, eyes widened and eyebrows raised high enough that they can practically touch the ceiling. the thoughts of your studies and textbook notes are no longer in the back of your mind when all you can do is analyze the person in front of you with a dumbfounded look on your face.<br><br></div><div>"you don't have to act all surprised." the feeling of scaramouche's fingers sharply flicking your forehead snaps you out of your stupor. your head tilts back with an escaped yelp as your hands fly to cover the space above your eyes, as if it'll soothe the pain and stop the cobalt-haired male from flicking you any further.<br><br></div><div>"well," you start with narrowed eyes, "maybe if you asked a question a normal tutor would, i wouldn't be!" you try not to acknowledge the heat trailing to your face, unintentionally increasing your volume to hide that fact.<br><br></div><div>you purposely scoot yourself away with your chair that's beside scara so he can't reach over and give your forehead another hit. seriously, what type of tutor asks their student to date them so suddenly and so <em>casually</em>? especially if that tutor is scaramouche, the stoic classmate with a deadpanned expression permanently etched onto his face. thoughts you don't want to think about start to carelessly run around your mind.<br><br></div><div>"calm down," scaramouche remarks. "i don't like you. i just need a pretend... <em>partner. </em>for private reasons."<br><br></div><div>right. fake-date. not real, actual, dating. you try to ignore the blow he deals from the phrases he says.<br><br></div><div>"that's not gonna get you anywhere," you reply with haste. a certain look flashes through his eyes as he listens to what you say... <em>amusement? </em>"how can i trust you and pretend to date you if you won't tell me why? besides, this is only our third tutor session together, so i don't get why you're asking someone like me to help someone like you."<br><br></div><div>"relax, i really don't have any feelings for you. believe me." scaramouche scoffs, a scowl and strict stare coming alongside it. before you can intervene and say that wasn't what you meant, he continues. "and like i said, it is for private reasons— just say yes or no, it's that simple. i would also rather not ask someone else, it's just irritating."<br><br></div><div>you glare in disbelief. <em>seriously?</em> why did he bother asking for help if he was going to be so rude anyways? you really can't stand him. your mouth opens to say no with declination, but for some reason nothing comes out.<br><br></div><div>well... you can't deny the way his stare alone makes blood rush to your face.<br><br></div><div>... it wouldn't hurt to try, right? surely there's a good enough reason he has for this. you hate to say it, but despite his attitude..<br><br></div><div>you wonder what else there would be in store for him.<br><br></div><div>as seconds pass by, realization clicks in. it wouldn't be that bad— in fact, you admit it would be a<em> bit</em> cool to be known as the partner of scaramouche, let alone know how he is like when he shows affection. you can't adjust to the way excitement starts to run throughout your body just at the thought of dating such a guy.<br><br></div><div>even if it's just for pretend.<br><br></div><div>"fine," you confidently answer. you stop covering your forehead to hold out your dominant hand for a handshake; a confirmation. "but one thing you have to agree on: you have to tell me at some point why you're doing this."<br><br></div><div>you don't plan on backing down; once this is done, it's done. you're going all the way with it. people only live once, right? might as well have a little bit of fun before high school ends.<br><br></div><div>scara simply stares in return, eyes flicking between your own gaze and to your outstretched hand. you can tell he's considering it from the way his lips straighten into a thin line, then curve into a slight smirk.<br><br></div><div><em>wait. why were you looking there anyway?<br></em><br></div><div>"alright. deal." scaramouche's hand holds onto yours and you flinch the tiniest bit at the feeling of his cold hand against your warm one. "but you better not tell a single soul that this is all fake. understand?"<br><br></div><div>before you can even respond, a surprised yelp is let out when scaramouche forcefully pulls your whole figure towards him. it happens so quick; you have to reach out your other hand to quickly hold onto the side of the table to balance yourself. your eyes slightly widen from the closeness and proximity of your faces, his eyes undeniably meeting yours with an attitude similar to one of cockiness. your upper body hovers above his seated one, and the smirk on his face doesn't leave for a single moment.<br><br></div><div>you forget to breathe when he leans forward, past your face to whisper to you. his warm breath tickles the tip of your ear and his hair kisses the side of your cheek, making you swallow down the urge to pull away. your heart pounds so loud that you're sure scaramouche can hear it. you guys are almost chest-to-chest, <em>how is he so calm about it?<br></em><br></div><div>"day one of our relationship starts tomorrow. got it?"<br><br></div><div>all you can do is feverishly nod your head in response.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>a thousand words</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>thoma</strong> wakes you up at the crack of dawn with a bright grin plastered all over his face. there's a novel in his hand, and it looks... well-loved, to say the least. rainbow sticky notes stick out in all directions and a bookmark you bought for him one year protrudes from the worn pages, and he pushes the book into your hands, insisting you exchange your favourite books. people's most loved books contain all the words they can't seem to convey on their own, thoma says. and it doesn't surprise you that the brightest sticky note, annotated with a tiny heart, is stuck to a quote that reads:<br><br></div><blockquote>"it is my <em>favorite</em> thing, i think, that i have ever seen. sometimes i catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. it seems big enough to contain <em>everything</em> <em>anyone</em> could ever feel.”</blockquote><div><strong>childe</strong> can't seem to keep quiet or keep his hands to himself, and so afternoons of reading often turn into hushed giggles and cuddling under a plethora of quilts on the couch, squealing at each other over stupid videogames. so today as a comfortable silence blankets the space between you, you can't help but steal a glance at his expression as he's buried in a book, ocean eyes widening and all of a sudden, his head whips around to meet your gaze. you crack a grin and he returns it cheekily, tugging you towards his chest. i guess i'm not strong enough, but i don't mind, childe says:<br><br></div><blockquote>“... that something so small could be so <em>beautiful</em>. worth so much. only the <em>strongest</em> people can turn away from feelings like that. <em>all</em> your life you wait, and then it <em>finally</em> comes, and are you <em>ready</em>?”</blockquote><div><strong>scaramouche</strong> would never let himself admit that he loves these afternoon library trips. but you already know in the way he doesn't stiffen as you grasp his hand and drag him along, or the way he doesn't recoil as your head falls to his shoulder, or even the way he rolls is eyes but lets a smile creep onto his face when you insist on sneaking your coffee in by hiding it in his hat. sometimes, you even catch him browsing through the rows of books himself... but never the top shelf, of course. he even lets you snuggle up on his lap; a comfortable rhythm of turning pages filling the quiet buzz of the library. scaramouche clears his throat before shoving a page into your vision:<br><br></div><blockquote>“time is a <em>slippery</em> thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands <em>forever</em>.”</blockquote><div><strong>kazuha</strong> flips through the pages of his unpublished book of poetry and reads with such gentle grace, it's almost as if the images come alive and paint themselves right in front of your eyes. his soft voice embraces each word with such tenderness, akin to the way his fingers comb through your hair as your head rests on his lap. peace engulfs the both of you, as well as the nation you have grown to call home. or perhaps you have both learnt to create the comfort and life of a home in the sincere touches and steady gazes shared between the two of you. perhaps you've found home in each other. a tap on the shoulder interrupts you as your eyes meet his, and he speaks:<br><br></div><blockquote>“we <em>rise</em> again in the <em>grass</em>. in the <em>flowers</em>. in <em>songs</em>.”</blockquote>]]></description>
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         <title>making them jealous</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>scaramouche<br></strong><br></div><div>— it’s not like u <em>meant</em> to be touchy with tartaglia<br><br></div><div>— it just happened bc of his friendly nature<br><br></div><div>— but what u didn’t know was that was childe’s intention<br><br></div><div>— and ofc scaramouche knows this<br><br></div><div>— but it still gets to him<br><br></div><div>— he get a hell of a lot more protective of you<br><br></div><div>— a hand in yours (but it moves to your waist quick enough and stays there)<br><br></div><div>— scaramouche does not like childe at all<br><br></div><div>— i feel like scara huffs when jealous<br><br></div><div>— just so ur forced to ask what’s wrong lol<br><br></div><div>— but the fucker doesn’t even tell u<br><br></div><div>— on god this man would be infuriating most times sometimes<br><br></div><div>— he makes u give him kisses as forgiveness<br><br></div><div><strong>venti<br></strong><br></div><div>— i love this lil fucker<br><br></div><div>— HUFFS AND PUFFS I KNOW IT<br><br></div><div>— has to have his hands on u omfg<br><br></div><div>— honestly it was kaeya’s fault for being so flirty<br><br></div><div>— and u were too oblivious<br><br></div><div>— venti turns sour when he gets jealous<br><br></div><div>— a brat, if u will<br><br></div><div>— he’s only nice to u and makes it painfully obvious<br><br></div><div>— *kaeya talking* “do you hear a fly nearby, my love? it’s quite annoying”<br><br></div><div>— kaeya just smirks and walks away<br><br></div><div>— he knew it would happen (to be fair)<br><br></div><div><strong>aether<br></strong><br></div><div>— you were just helping some people out with commissions!<br><br></div><div>— aether usually didn’t mind :)) he always was running around doing them too, so you didn’t see an issue when you accepted zhonglis commission<br><br></div><div>— he just needed your help!! even if he couldn’t pay you, you would do it anyways<br><br></div><div>— you were just good friends with the consultant!<br><br></div><div>— aether didn’t like it though HAHA<br><br></div><div>— ever since you told him all about it, he’s been huffy<br><br></div><div>— especially since you seemed really happy after it :)<br><br></div><div>— but you were just glad to spend time with aether!!<br><br></div><div>— he definitely becomes a little quiet, but his hand is ALWAYS resting on some part of you<br><br></div><div>— kisses you a little longer too :)<br><br></div><div>— when you ask what’s wrong he’s too embarrassed to admit it HEHEHAH<br><br></div><div>— you know though, and assure him<br><br></div><div>— pls he glows after that and leaves tons of little smooches on your face<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title> fluff scaramouche</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp;love scaramouche i would thank him for stealing my takoyaki and i would never thank anyone for stealing my takoyaki<br><br></div><div>the problem about this lovable short evil twink is that i've never written for him before and i barely know shit about him but i tried with headcanons instead- are you okay with that?<br><br></div><div>also thank you!! i'm really happy that you like my blog &lt;3<br><br></div><div>Notes: fluff headcanons, gn reader, no 2.1 spoilers because i haven't done it yet<br><br></div><div>Summary: The Balladeer would <em>never</em> stoop so low to try and ask for a mere commoner's attention - nope, never, in your wildest dreams - and nevermind he's putty in your arms now.<br><br></div><div><br></div><ul><li>oh boy</li><li>having him as your bf is equivalent to having an unhuggable stone wall. i said what i said</li><li>but when he's clingy and wants your attention, he kind of turns into a lost puppy.</li><li>but he's a prideful little shit so obviously he aint gonna make it obvious smh he's playing hard to get- *gets slapped on the head*</li><li>i think that he growls...? YEAH HE GROWLS AND GRUMBLES EVERY NOW AND THEN WHEN YOU DON'T GIVE HIM ATTENTION</li><li>will kick pebbles and make sure they hit your foot so that your beautiful eyes will glare at him</li><li>he won't say a word though oh no he won't. he'd rather die by childe than tell you that he's craving your attention because you are focusing too much on that worthless piece of paper which could be easily burnt or crushed by his hand, that scum, worth-nothing piece of- wait you're staring at him oh no you're smirking at him</li><li>RETREAT RETREAT RETREAT YOU KNOW HE'S CRAVING ATTENTION</li><li>goes full tsundere mode (ok osana najimi) "i-i wasn't asking for attention, dummy!"</li><li>ok yeah nevermind he takes his words back you pat his head, pinch his cheek (he likes this action so much he's so down bad for you when you do this to him) and just hug him</li><li>wait what do you mean you're going back to work after this? oh no, no no no, no no, you're going to stay in his arms forever, and he isn't going to let you go until he's satisfied &lt;333</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>F, G, Q, X and C with kahuza, Zonghli and scarra (I think I spelt them right if I didn’t I’m sorry lol)</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>zhongli</strong></div><div><strong>f — fight (how would they react to getting into an argument with you?)<br></strong><br></div><div>zhongli hates arguing with you, and is filled with regret and guilt whenever one happens. knowing that he’s what caused you to be upset hurts him so badly, he’s definitely the type of person to always be the first to apologize.<br><br></div><div><strong>g — gentle (how gentle are they, emotionally and physically?)<br></strong><br></div><div>being gentle both ways was a challenge for him — not necessarily hard, as he got the hang of it pretty well — because he had never been that way before. he never had to. but it doesn’t take long for his awkwardness to fade, and he’s as gentle as they come.<br><br></div><div><strong>q — quirks (random quirks you’ve noticed about them since getting into a relationship with them)<br></strong><br></div><div>whenever he reads a book, he absentmindedly moves his eyebrows up and down<br><br></div><div><strong>x — xtra (random headcanon)<br></strong><br></div><div>zhongli started carrying mora with him so he could spoil you whenever he took you in on dates. your eyes nearly popped out of your head when he pulled out a pouch of mora, offering to pay for the rather large meal you just shared with him. zhongli doesn’t know how to ask childe for more mora, in fear that the harbinger will start a ‘zhongli and (y/n) date fund.’ and god forbid hu tao find out about that…<br><br></div><div><strong>c — cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how do they cuddle?<br></strong><br></div><div>zhongli is… an interesting person to share a bed with. that man does not move an inch while he sleeps. he loves whenever you rest his head on your chest and he can put an arm around you, but good luck getting out of his grasp if you want to switch positions while he’s sleeping. he practically turns into a stone when he falls asleep.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong>kazuha</strong></div><div><strong>f — fight (how would they react to getting into an argument with you?)<br></strong><br></div><div>kazuha hates it. of course, part of it is because he hates making you upset, but also because since you’re his traveling partner, he swears time goes by slower when you’re mad at him. so even if he thinks he’s right, he’ll apologize to you shortly after.<br><br></div><div><strong>g — gentle (how gentle are they, emotionally and physically?)<br></strong><br></div><div>kazuha is nothing but gentle. everything he does is. the way he speaks, the soft smiles he gives you when he sees you, the way he’ll gently hold you if he needs to patch you up, everything. escaping inazuma was one if the hardest things you’ve ever done and it changed your life entirely, and you have no idea where you’d be without kazuha’s soft words of encouragement.<br><br></div><div><strong>q — quirks (random quirks you’ve noticed about them since getting into a relationship with them)<br></strong><br></div><div>he needs to be fiddling with something at all times. you can’t count how many times you’ve seen him cracking his knuckles or creating whistles with leaves.<br><br></div><div><strong>x — xtra (random headcanon)<br></strong><br></div><div>kazuha sings a lot although he doesn’t consider himself very skillful at it. he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it sometimes until he realizes he’s been humming the same tune for so long.<br><br></div><div><strong>c — cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how do they cuddle?<br></strong><br></div><div>maybe it’s because it helps him feel better, but he enjoys holding you in his arms whenever he has the chance. he wants to protect you, keep you safe, and doing this helps him feel like he’s doing that even in a vulnerable moment like sleeping.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong>scaramouche</strong></div><div><strong>f — fight (how would they react to getting into an argument with you?)<br></strong><br></div><div>you often fight with scara. they aren’t serious, usually just small fights about little things that get blown out of proportion because he loves to push your buttons. it’ll usually just result in you not talking to him until you get over it because you refuse to give him the satisfaction of apologizing, and he’ll never apologize first.<br><br></div><div><strong>g — gentle (how gentle are they, emotionally and physically?)<br></strong><br></div><div>gentle? what is that?<br><br></div><div>in all seriousness, scaramouche would never admit it but he does try to be less harsh. it’s a strange feeling for him — being a harbinger and being gentle don’t go hand in hand very often.<br><br></div><div><strong>q — quirks (random quirks you’ve noticed about them since getting into a relationship with them)<br></strong><br></div><div>he has a staring problem. you’ve caught him staring at you countless times, quickly looking away with a sour expression, mad that he had gotten caught yet again. the poor guy is just to shy to tell you he thinks you look nice.<br><br></div><div><strong>x — xtra (random headcanon)<br></strong><br></div><div>scaramouche tends to get tired pretty early, and one of the fondest memories you have with him is the time you went on a mission with him the lasted late into the night. once you were finished, you sat on a mountain with him where he fell asleep with his head on your shoulder.<br><br></div><div><strong>c — cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how do they cuddle?<br></strong><br></div><div>cuddling is one of scaramouche’s favorite things as it’s maybe the only thing he feels confident in doing with you. he finds it to be such an intimate and vulnerable thing. he enjoys holding you but can even settle for just laying next to you, face to face. your face being the first and last thing he sees each day is something he’ll never get enough of.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>best friends, but more // the harbingers as the best friend you realize you’ve fallen for &lt;fics&gt;</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>childe<br></em><br></div><div>• as the resident best friend, you’ve always been very close with childe’s large family. but as the two of you grew older, his siblings began to suspect you were more than just a playmate. it was an innocent observation on their part, and yet, it never failed to make you feel <em>just a little</em> warm inside.<br><br></div><div>• childe has always been and always will be a sickenly affectionate best friend. the kind that goes “i love you too!” when you <em>insist</em> you hate them. now, you might complain about how annoying it is, but it’s rather sweet. if there’s something you want, he’ll buy it for you without a second thought. he shamelessly pats your head and pokes your cheek to grab your attention. he’ll hold objects high above so you can’t reach and tease you with nickname after nickname. at times like these, he feels more like a <em>boyfriend</em> than anything.<br><br></div><div>• you’ve always felt so at peace with him. he’s never failed to make you laugh with his stupid, stupid jokes and slowly, your heart would skip a few beats as well. these gestures were no big deal as children, but you definitely aren’t children anymore.<br><br></div><div>• you’re one of the few in his life that are both (1) his age and (2) do <em>not</em> harbor an infectious blood-thirst. therefore, you serve as his personal anchor to reality; holding him tight after countless battles and treating his injuries, all the while fighting your own growing emotions.<br><br></div><div>• since he is always sent away on duty, you are left with a lot of time to ponder your feelings for the harbinger. were they platonic or….something more?<br><br></div><div>• say you <em>did</em> like him romantically—which you try to convince yourself you don’t—you could <em>never</em> imagine coming in between him and that burning passion of his. yes, he is a monster in the battlefield, but to you, he’s still the wonderful boy you befriended years ago. and because you saw no fault in him, you felt as if you’d hold him back.<br><br></div><div>• this didn’t mean you knew how to deal with his careless teases and playful touches, however. they weren’t annoying anymore, they were frightening.<br><br></div><div>• it all went down one day when you guys were watching over his youngest siblings: tonia, anthon, and teucer. the children had let it slip that the two of you seemed like a couple, being so close and all.<br><br></div><div>“oh? well, i wouldn’t mind taking little _____ on dates, would <em>you</em> guys?” childe laughs, slipping an arm around your shoulders.<br><br></div><div>“nope! we love _____!”<br><br></div><div>you giggle along with them, but an uncomfortable pit forms at the depths of your stomach.<br><br></div><div>awhile later, childe is walking you home after dropping the kids off together.<br><br></div><div>“hey, is something wrong? you’ve been unusually quiet.”<br><br></div><div>“huh? nothing’s wrong, you weirdo.”<br><br></div><div>“hmmm..” childe leans over and flicks your forehead.<br><br></div><div>“ow!”<br><br></div><div>the two of you share a smile, but there’s a silence that seems to stretch an awful lot of time. it’s only when you’ve reached your house, that your best friend decides to break it:<br><br></div><div>“you know, what i said back there wasn’t really a joke,” he blurts out.<br><br></div><div>“huh? what do you mean?”<br><br></div><div>“about taking you on dates..about us being a couple.”<br><br></div><div>stunned, you laugh nervously, your head does a spin. what’s going on???<br><br></div><div>“well, aren’t you going to say something?”<br><br></div><div>“i don’t know what you’re up to right now, but stop it. this isn’t funny..”<br><br></div><div>“i’m serious!”<br><br></div><div>“so am i, ajax!”<br><br></div><div>and suddenly, childe is grabbing your hand and placing it on his chest. it’s so abrupt, you don’t know what to do. why was he playing with your feelings? the very ones you were so sure you could ignore?<br><br></div><div>“stop-”<br><br></div><div>“wait. feel it, _____. do you <em>still</em> think i’m joking?”<br><br></div><div>• underneath the layers of clothing and flesh, his heart was beating just as rapidly as yours.<br><br></div><div><em>scaramouche<br></em><br></div><div>• no one knew just <em>how</em> you managed to befriend the grouchy harbinger, including him and yourself<br><br></div><div>• well.…you weren’t really his <em>best</em> friend per say, perhaps his only. and the main reason for this was because you wouldn’t butt out of his life! practically everyday, you would visit the menace.<br><br></div><div>• the two of you have known each other since your teenage years and perhaps that explained why he seemed to…<em>tolerate</em> you. however, this never once stopped his bully-esque remarks.<br><br></div><div>• you didn’t mind he was a man of few (pretty horrible) words and to be honest, really admired him. you soon realized that this feeling was not just admiration, but to your horror, love?!! oh dear.<br><br></div><div>• knowing scaramouche, you didn’t have any hopes of him reciprocating your feelings. all the negative things he’s ever said to you—about you—came crashing down and all of a sudden, simply brushing it off wasn’t so easy.<br><br></div><div>• afraid that your relationship would change if he ever found out you liked him like <em>that</em>, and the inevitable disgust on his face if he did, you decided to distance yourself from him for just a bit. he always mentioned you were a bother anyways, right? or perhaps he wouldn’t notice at all.<br><br></div><div>• oh, but he <em>did</em>. you were taking a stroll around the area when he cornered you. there were no other fatui agents in sight, so it was safe to assume he came alone.<br><br></div><div>“oh. good morning!”<br><br></div><div>“don’t act like everything’s normal. where have you <em>been?</em>”<br><br></div><div>“here? i’ve been here?”<br><br></div><div>“are you stupid? a whole week’s passed since you last spoke to me. what’s your excuse? make it good and i’ll decide if you live another day.”<br><br></div><div>“haha, i’ve been busy, scaramouche. did you miss me that much?”<br><br></div><div>your best friend stays silent, his eyes boring into yours.￼<br><br></div><div>“don’t do it again. i was worried.”<br><br></div><div>“worried?” you can’t believe your ears. “pfft! shouldn’t you be focusing on, i don’t know, fatui..duties—?”<br><br></div><div>“hey, arent you the one who always claims we’re <em>best friends?</em> what happened to <em>that?</em>” best friends. it looks like it physically pains him to say something so childish, vulnerable. <em>best friends.</em> in the past, you would’ve laughed and rejoiced—“the man finally admits it! we’re best friends!” now, you can’t help but blink sadly.<br><br></div><div>scaramouche notices the falter in your eyes and sighs crisply.<br><br></div><div>“look, _____. i know i’m harsh, but…you’re special to me. so please. don’t leave, got it?”<br><br></div><div>• the pink creeping up his ears tells you all you need to know.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>3am + scara + under the stars?</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"what do you want?"<br><br></div><div>scaramouche often had a harsh edge to his tone of voice, but you'd grown used to it; and this late at night, you couldn't be bothered teasing him about it either.<br><br></div><div>"i have something to show you! just get up, scara?" you plead, pouting like a lost puppy in the way that'd melt his heart, although he'd never admit it. "pleaaasseee?"<br><br></div><div>the way your eyes bore into his had his heart beating idiotically hard in his chest, and he was glad for the dimness in the room right now, otherwise he'd most definitely find a way to hide the searing flush on his cheeks.<br><br></div><div>he lets you tug him out of bed, both of your hands gripping onto his wrist indignantly. it's the little things like this that constantly remind you that you have him wrapped around your finger- he could probably yank you underneath him and pin you to the mattress easily if he really wanted to, but right now all you can feel is the warmth of his arms that snake around your waist and the sigh of faux annoyance that leaves his lips.<br><br></div><div>"fine."<br><br></div><div>before he's even finished speaking, you've already cracked open the window. to his horror, you began to squeeze yourself through the narrow gap, limbs lowering yourself onto the windowsill before climbing upwards. he watches as your legs dangle in front of his face before following in your stead, and you feel a pair of hands grip onto your waist to hoist you up onto the roof.<br><br></div><div>it's a cloudless night, and you wait in clear anticipation for something to appear out of the sky. you know scaramouche has a quizzical expression on his face when he opens his mouth to ask you what you took him out here for, but you decide to simply squeeze his hand instead of responding, and you feel him return the favour warmly.<br><br></div><div>the sky above is pitch black, an infinite paradoxical expanse of nothing and everything all at the same time. a comfortable silence resumes, save for the chattering of your teeth, and for once there are no playful jabs or affectionate grumbles passed between the two of you. all you can feel is his soft breath ghosting the crown of your head and the reassuring stroking of his thumb up and down your wrist. your head rests in the crook of his neck, and it's almost like you meld together as one, limbs tangled in an embrace neither of you would share with anyone else.<br><br></div><div>you blink a few times to confirm that you aren't dreaming- a single bright speck streaks across the sky, its fiery tail blazing through the darkness before it's followed by another, and then another; and then the world feels so... light, even at 3 am when the whole city has long slipped into slumber.<br><br></div><div>scaramouche's fingers tighten slightly around your arm. he's so enamoured with the meteor shower, it's like he doesn't even notice that you've turned around and been staring at him this entire time. when you reach up to pinch his cheek, he immediately recoils, averting his eyes in a rare show of shyness.<br><br></div><div>"and you said you didn't like the stars?" you giggle innocently, watching as he rolls his eyes but softens his gaze. his irises mirror the deep violet of the night above. some may say they're nothing short of cold and empty, but you know different; to you, they hold the whole entire universe and everything in it you've ever loved, and you'd never want to see it shatter.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Genshin Characters when you adopt a stray cat as a pet</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Scaramouche:</strong></div><ul><li>he strongly disapproves at first totally not because the cat would get more attention from you than him and hes jealous</li><li>But after a while, hell get used to it</li><li>He would also secretly talk to it when you're not around</li><li>The cat just stares back at him like👁👄👁wtf</li></ul><div>You just came home from your travels. When you stepped inside your house, you saw scaramouche. You ran to him and saw that he was holding your cat, wanting to kiss it. He turned his head really quick it made you wonder how is his neck not broken yet and made eye contact with you. He just stared at you, scared and terrified. He didn’t know how to explain. Yall promised to not talk about that again. You could use that for blackmail tho 😌<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Diluc:</strong></div><ul><li>This fine hell of a man doesn’t seem bothered at all</li><li>When you brought back the stray cat and asked if you could adopt it, he just looked blankly at you and said “Okay” 😐</li><li>He would help you with showering the cat or feeding it when you’re busy</li><li>After a while, he’d grown fond of it</li><li>He was a dog person but now its different</li></ul><div>You were busy with your paperwork so you decided to call Diluc to help you with showering your cat. After Diluc was here, you went in your office. 5mins later, you heard a lot of crashing sounds and came out to check. You only saw your lover dripping wet from head to toe wrestling with your fluffball. It was indeed an interesting sight to see.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Childe:</strong></div><ul><li>This hot mf also talks to the cat</li><li>He probably tries his pick up lines on the cat this dude is bonkers but I luv him &lt;3</li><li>“Are you a vending machine? Cause you look like a snacc” ;)</li><li>*proceeds to open his mouth and tries to eat the cat* JKJK HE WOULDNT DARE</li><li>If he feels like the cat receives more attention from you, he would wear cat ears and act like a cat while saying</li><li>“Y/n look aren’t I cute? Don't you just wanna cuddle with me instead?”</li></ul><div>It was constantly a warzone at home between your cat and your partner. If you gave too much attention on one, the other would be jealous. But sometimes, on a very rare occasion you three would be vibing on the couch watching a movie or sum.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>modern au scaramouche x gn!reader┊fluff: dating life hcs</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ul><li>scaramouche likes you a lot; in fact, he's probably head over heels for you but would <em>never</em> tell a single soul.</li><li>he cares for you a lot in an indirect type of way! for example, he ties your shoelaces for you; when he goes over to your house in the morning he prepares your backpack and shoes (as you eat breakfast). he always claims that "you take too long" and he doesn't want to be late but nothing can change the touched look in your eyes.</li><li>scaramouche is also the type to suddenly hold onto the top strap of your backpack, pulling it backwards or towards him so his face is only inches away from yours. no matter how many times you tell him to stop he'll keep doing it just to annoy you further (both of you guys do that plenty in the relationship)</li><li>whenever you guys hug he smiles but never shows it to you; he slightly smiles into your shoulder, chest, maybe on the top of your head if he can reach it there! (sorry) he also likes to suddenly pull you in for a hug when you guys are alone, only letting such a vulnerable side of him being shown to you.</li><li>a great chef! he's quiet when he is cooking but while you are cooking he'll be lecturing you on all the things you're doing wrong. scaramouche doesn't mean it in a bad way, but you both know no matter how bad or well you cook he'll eat it all up anyways.</li><li>when you guys sleep/nap next to each other he reaches for your hand in his sleep :) the amount of times you have woken up to one of his hands in yours and his face right next to you are immaculate, but are you complaining? never! even scaramouche himself doesn't know that he does it.</li><li>he teases you a crap ton, <em>especially</em> while you guys are cuddling. he places a cold glass of water right next to your face or his cool hand onto the back of your neck. and if you guys are resting on the couch with you on his lap and his hands around your waist? he most definitely pokes your sides or tickles you despite your complaints. you don't know why but he actually does it cause he finds it somewhat cute when you still scoot closer for his touch, even if he has been teasing you nonstop.</li><li>speaking of cuddling, scaramouche doesn't do it often but eventually he'll go to you when he wants to hold you close. what can he say? he's a touch starved man and very more so when you're not around.</li><li>if you guys are walking on the sidewalk he tugs you toward him, telling you to watch out for cars and bonking you on the head once. however he never lets go of your hand, and if you point it out all he says is "an idiot like you shouldn't be walking around alone".</li><li>i can imagine scaramouche playing either tennis or badminton! you never play tennis with him though because of how he states that he <em>might</em> hit you with the ball to get a point.</li><li>he'll notice right away when you're sad or in a sour mood: you don't tease him as much anymore and you don't run to him to talk about the smallest things like you usually do. scaramouche will wait until you go to him for comfort but at some point he won't take it anymore, going to you to wrap his arms around you. he does it because he really wants to be there for you, even if you make a comment about him intiating touch.</li><li>on whatever music platform you use he logs into your account, repeatedly listening to whatever music you listen to and adapting to your taste. he'd come over with a playlist of both your favorite songs and a satisfied look would take place on his face when you smile hearing songs you like come on.</li><li>he pinches your cheeks a lot. scaramouche does it usually when you do something wrong or clumsy, like spilling water or accidentally leaving his fridge door open. he's never actually mad, just enjoying you whining and telling him to let go while saying sorry.</li><li>he wakes you up in horrible ways for the fun of it. he turns on the light and leaves the door open on his way out or plays his alarm on full volume right outside of your room. both ways wake you up right away and make you want to scold him afterwards.</li><li>a bonus before i end this off: you went into this relationship with scara being just as weird as you could be. you think he could be a gentleman when he brings your hand to his lips but instead he lightly bites your wrist, making you yelp and pull away as he laughs like it's the funniest thing in the world. in the end you have to agree that it's pretty funny coming from a guy like scaramouche.</li></ul><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>strawberry pudding with whipped cream and sprinkles for scaramouche</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<h1><strong>scaramouche.</strong></h1><div>"this is so fucking stupid!" scaramouche curses angrily, slamming his paperwork onto the wooden desk, which threatens to crack in half from the force of the impact. you're sitting on the table, and you shoot him an irritated glance as it shakes violently from his action, "i know." "why do we even have to do this?!" scaramouche's violet eyes are filled with fury, so dark that they appear endless swirling pools of blackness only the abyss can match. "tsaritsa's orders," you look at your nails and state, "she is the goddess of love, after all." "yeah, i'm aware," his voice drips with sarcasm, and you deadpan in reply, "wonderful. so what's the issue?" "the issue, y/n, is that i am completely unwilling to date, even in pretense," scaramouche says, ice slipping into his tone. "congrats, do you want me to get you a medal?" you finally turn your head to face him, "as if you could get anyone to date you even if you wanted to." scaramouche's expression gets more infuriated, if that was possible, "shut your idiotic mouth. not like you could either." "for your information, i've got people queueing up to date me," you beam. "yet you're still stuck doing this lovely little plan of the tsaritsa's to make all of the harbingers date each other for a week," scaramouche smiles smugly, and you resist the urge to punch him.<br><br></div><div>"fuck you." "you wish you could," scaramouche says carelessly, lifting up his legs and putting them on the table. "no, i honestly don't. anyways, the tsaritsa says we're supposed to be teaming up for the scout this afternoon," you roll your eyes and hop off the table. for some reason, the mere mention of the fact that the two of you have to team up seems to rile scaramouche up again, just after you thought he had calmed down. "leave me alone! i don't need the likes of you to help me," he shouts, running his hands through his cropped indigo hair. "likewise, but we don't have a choice!" "archons, is all you do nag?! you're so fucking annoying, and i would have preferred to be paired up with any of the other harbingers instead of your useless self," he yells, each word stabbing you without mercy. anger bubbles up in you like a volcano, "what is your problem?! i haven't even done anything to you, why do you hate me so much?!" scaramouche growls, "are you deaf, or just stupid?! get out of my fucking office, or i'll kill you." your eyes gleam with rage, and you gesture to your weapon, "watch yourself, balladeer. you're not the only one here who can kill." he waves a hand dismissively at you, "whatever. i don't want to waste my precious time talking to you, so leave." as you walk away, he snickers, "maybe you can pair up with that dumbass tartaglia, the two of you together can have at least two braincells to share." you don't even bother replying, battling the pain in your chest as you stroll off, offering a poor low-ranked fatui member a scathing glance that makes him shiver as you pass.<br><br></div><div>-<br><br></div><div>scaramouche can't focus on his work, and he doesn't know why. wait, scratch that. he does know why, he just refuses to accept it. he's the sixth harbinger of the fatui, for archons' sake! he shouldn't be feeling guilty over a few words he didn't mean that slipped out in the heat of the moment. yet for some reason, the flash of hurt that crossed your face as he uttered those sentences is not leaving his mind. were you with tartaglia right now? was he making you laugh? were you smiling at his dumb jokes?<br><br></div><div>scaramouche shakes his head to clear it and eliminate all these distracting questions pressing against his mind. why should he care if that foolish ginger was making you happy? he knew childe had been paired with la signora, and the two of them would probably bicker a lot but still get the job done together. with you there, they'd definitely be even more powerful to complete whatever tasks they were assigned. why on earth did he have to be so rude to you earlier? the regret he felt for it was growing every second he spent in his office, and he finally groans out loud, "ugh."<br><br></div><div>a knock on his door jolts him out of his thoughts, and he sighs, "come in if you have to." a fatui member walks in, trying to hide her obvious fear of confronting the intimidating harbinger. "sir, here's the file on the job the tsaritsa appointed to you and y/n," she says, handing him a thick folder packed with information. "put some respect on their name!" scaramouche scowls as he takes the file, prompting her to panic and respond, "yes, sir! my deepest apologies." scaramouche scans the pages before his eyes flick back up to the woman in front of him, "where is y/n?" "uh, i'm not entirely sure-" "find them. and tell me where they are, i need to discuss this with them," scaramouche instructs her. when she continues standing there instead of doing as he asks, scaramouche adds, "now!" causing her to nod frantically and run off at the speed of light.<br><br></div><div>-<br><br></div><div>scaramouche strides down the corridor, heading to where the fatui member from earlier had claimed you were. he runs over what he wants to say in his head for what must be the millionth time, and he tries to ignore the shyness and internal panic he's experiencing right now. what if you refuse to listen to him? or even worse, you say you're better off partnering with childe?! he doubted he would be able to survive if he had to hear you say that - envy was already threatening to boil over him as he thought of childe being so close to you.<br><br></div><div>then, he turns the corner and there you are. you've evidently just come back from beating up some enemies, as there's a streak of blood that hopefully isn't yours smudging your cheek, with sweat staining your outfit. a murderous glimmer still shines in your eyes, but it's quickly wiped away by the smile you give childe as you high five him. archons, you're so pretty. scaramouche honestly can't wrap his head around it.<br><br></div><div>fearful of being humiliated if he's discovered spying on you like some lovesick teenager, scaramouche clears his throat loudly and steps forward. you turn to face him, and the happy grin from earlier disappears almost instantly. tartaglia stifles a laugh behind his hand and whispers something to you before dramatically saluting scaramouche and ambling off, muttering something about looking for signora.<br><br></div><div>"what do you want?" you ask in an exasperated tone, "i don't particularly want to deal with you right now, balladeer." "you know my name is scaramouche, right?" he begins, folding his arms across his chest. "yes. is that what you came to ask, scaramouche?" you quirk up an eyebrow, sarcastically emphasising each syllable of his name. "well... no. i just," scaramouche feels everything he had planned to see dissipate from his mind, and it's so embarrassing he wants to melt into a puddle on the floor. "i want to apologise for what i said earlier," he forces out the words, meeting your gaze for a split second before his eyes dart away.<br><br></div><div>to say you're surprised would be the understatement of the century, so you keep silent and wait for him to finish. "i don't actually think dating you would be bad, i was just pissed off at the stupidity of the tsaritsa's idea at the time. honestly i'd prefer you over any of the other harbingers," scaramouche states, his ego taking a huge hit from how he has to confess this, "so yeah, if you're alright with it, would you like to go on our mission now?" scaramouche doesn't know if it would cancel out his apology or be socially acceptable if he stabbed you in the neck when you burst into laughter. "aww, scara," you smile at him, and suddenly his murderous thoughts fade away, "i'd love to. but i get first kill for the abyss mages!" scaramouche tilts his head and takes in just how gorgeous you look, and he smiles, an incredibly rare sight, made even more valuable by the faintest traces of budding affection hidden in its corners, "whatever you want, y/n."<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>take a nap with venti, kazuha, albedo and thoma</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>venti<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>he likes it when you doze off on his shoulder, resting in his lap; it’s very comforting to him to have your weight on him</li><li>alternatively: loves to also rest in your lap and doze off</li><li>(honestly he’d also doze off on your shoulder when you two are out at night together)</li><li>always strokes your hair every time you fall asleep together, and he will keep doing it until his eyelids feel heavy</li><li><em>loves </em>to sing you lullabies, it doesn’t matter if they actually work or not; he just feels very happy and fluttery each time you agree and let him, especially when you begin to softly lean into him with a yawn as he pets your head and gently sings</li><li>when in bed, he likes to tangle his legs with yours, and he doesn’t care who is big spoon or little spoon, so long as <em>someone </em>is spooning</li><li>a very deep sleeper, it takes a lot to rouse him</li><li>he sleeps on his side, and changes which angle he’s facing every so often in his sleep</li><li>you start off cuddling, but throughout the rest you’ll have to draw back to each other</li><li>if you’re not feeling well, he’ll automatically suggest taking a nap together, and he’ll hum and brush your hair out of your face over and over until you fall asleep</li><li>likes to nuzzle his face into your neck whenever he can when you nap together, if he’s conscious enough</li></ul><div><strong>kazuha<br></strong><br></div><ul><li><a href="https://ceciliafior.tumblr.com/post/662224639821479936/ways-they-say-i-love-you-without-actually-saying">he likes to ‘nest’ with you, tangling up with you in the middle of piled-up pillows and soft, cozy blankets</a></li><li>everytime he falls asleep with you, he will cling onto you and never let you go throughout the entire rest, always keeping himself glued to your body like a koala</li><li>but he can easily fall asleep almost everywhere, due to his time as a wanderer; he could nap with you in the grass, or against the large roots of an oversized tree, or just on a plain couch or even a chair</li><li>prefers naps with a little bit of sunlight, soaking it up like a cat, but he doesn’t like it when it blinds his eyelids</li><li>will whine half-asleep each time you shift, moving with you to make sure he doesn’t go without you; he doesn’t really fully sense he is doing it, he just knows that he doesn’t want you to stray too far from his arms</li><li>if you nap together against a more unconventional place, like the aforementioned tree roots or on grass, he’ll always offer his chest or his body in general as a place for you to rest, so that way you have a soft, make-shift pillow, or so that you don’t lay your head against the ground</li><li>in winters, he leeches your body heat, and you will notice that his hands and feet are pretty cold when you make physical contact, but it might make you squirm when freezing fingertips grasp onto your warm skin or icy toes bump up against yours</li><li>always sleepy and lazy when he first wakes up; he’ll leave lethargic, messy kisses across your skin, and his hair is always a little skewed</li><li>will hum appreciatively if you pet his hair or stroke his back while you sleep or cuddle together like this</li></ul><div><strong>albedo<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>he’s a little embarrassed by this fact, but he tosses and turns in his sleep</li><li>he also doesn’t like sleeping anywhere that isn’t comfortable</li><li>doesn’t take naps very often, his sleep schedule is pretty nonexistent; ‘naps’ are usually just eight hour sleep cycles reserved for daylight hours because he forgot to go to bed at a normal hour, lost in his wonderings</li><li>but sometimes he needs a very short one to just keep going</li><li>regardless, he is more than happy to nap with you, in fact, he appreciates the idea of being in the comfort of your company</li><li>likes to spoon you with both of you facing each other, hooking his arms over your back so his hands rest on your shoulderblades</li><li>his exhales are always very deep when he sleeps</li><li>it’ll always start as cuddling but then when you wake up, you’ll find him in strange angles, like on his stomach, arm crossed over to the side and another stretched underneath a pillow, with messy, ash-colored hair that has a few new tangles</li><li>if you’re a light sleeper, you might have a hard time getting used to him constantly moving around while he’s asleep</li><li>sort of a light sleeper himself, though; he’s sensitive to any sound as a defensive habit, but he’ll ignore movement on the bed</li><li>likes to kiss you the moment you’re both awake, leaving sleepy but passionate smooches against your jaw and mouth, cupping your cheeks in his hands, doing it over and over until you giggle breathlessly against him</li><li>likes to cuddle a little more before you actually leave the bed</li><li>appreciates the attempt to hold him while he sleeps, but any attempts at holding him or him holding you end up being thwarted by his own sleeping habits</li></ul><div><strong>thoma<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>loves naps, but rarely finds the time for them</li><li>he’s always busy doing <em>something, </em>so he ends up procrastinating them until it’s too late for him to take a nap</li><li>not to mention he has a tendency to stay up some nights just to meet certain responsibilities that he sets for himself, even though he very well could retire</li><li>but, if you ever ask for a nap, he’s dropping almost everything just to join you; it’s a good reminder to take breaks, every now and then</li><li>naps sort of give him a sense of nostalgia, it reminds him of the ones he would take in his childhood</li><li>doesn’t really move a lot in his sleep, and he likes to sleep on his back, sometimes his side if he’s in the mood</li><li>really likes it when you stretch on top of him or rest your head against his neck, shoulder, or chest; it’s nice</li><li>falls asleep very easily; it doesn’t take much to wake him up, but he’s also not going to wake up at every slightest thing, either</li><li>he likes to hold your hand before he falls asleep, and he will just rest one arm over your waist</li><li>doesn’t mind if you toss and turn or snore, he just rolls with it and doesn’t let any of it bother him</li><li>sometimes wakes up while you’re still sleeping, and he’ll just gently stroke you or kiss you very softly on the forehead</li><li>will squeeze you to him when you wake up, giving you one of those sleep-thick sounding laughs as he jokingly says <em>good morning</em></li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>how they goofed up their confessions</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>THOMA<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>listen, Thoma may be the charismatic guy we all love, but around you, he’s definitely a bit afraid to get his feelings across</li><li>so what does he do except silently pine after you and let your relationship fall into the weird middle ground of ‘not officially dating but it’s clear that you’re just not friends’</li><li>he complains to Ayaka- <em>a lot</em></li><li>“Y/N IS JUST SO CUTE. We went to go pick lavender melons today and- ksdfjanljkfs”</li><li>Ayaka just blinks at him and is like, “Thoma.. how did you say all those letters”</li><li>but this leads to Ayaka deciding to play wingwoman for the two of you, hoping she can get her two best friends to start dating</li><li>and what better plan to have the two of you attend a festival together?</li><li>she plays it off well, suggesting that the three of you go together, but then backs out at the last minute so the two of you will be alone (a move she learned from a romance novel)</li><li>so whether he likes it or not, Thoma is forced onto this impromptu date with you</li><li>and he is simultaneously freaking out and enjoying his time with you</li><li>Thoma buys you matching masks, and you pay for the food (even though he insisted he would pay for everything)</li><li>the more the ‘date’ continues, the most Thoma’s feelings begin to overflow- he has to confess. and he plans on doing so during the fireworks display</li><li>shortly before the fireworks begin, the two of you climb to the top of a hill and sit, fingers barely grazing one another</li><li>and once the fireworks begin, you stare in awe at Yoimiya’s wondrous works</li><li>Thoma is too distracted by how lovely you look, he nearly forgets his plan to confess, but fortunately he snaps out of it.</li><li>“hey Y/n.. I have something to tell you...” he softly says, but he watches as your eyes, still fixated on the sky, widen. so he turns his head to see what captured your attention so much</li><li>and there he watched in horror, as a firework exploded out came the message</li><li>“Y/N, THOMA LIKES YOU. SINCERELY, KAMISATO AYAKA”</li><li>Thoma got teased a lot after this incident, but he got to finally go out with you so an overall net positive</li></ul><div><strong>VENTI<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Venti has his doubts when it comes to his feelings for you</li><li>don’t get him wrong, he’s absolutely certain that he has a crush on you</li><li>but he’s wary about his reputation in Mondstadt as the town’s alcoholic bard- and he’s certain you only see him like that too</li><li>so Venti seals away his feelings for you, never intending for anyone to ever know</li><li>except for the fact that once Venti gets drunk, he’s clamoring on and on about you</li><li>“Master Diluc, have you seen how cute Y/n is?” the bard slurs his words, taking another sip of wine</li><li>“I-” before Diluc could even say a word, Venti’s already speaking again</li><li>“Actually, please don’t answer that. If you also think Y/n is cute… then that means you’re competition” Venti points out, thinking he’s solved a problem that never existed in the first place</li><li>still, Venti sighs as he places down his wine cup, resting his head on the bar</li><li>“It’s not fair that Y/n gets to do this to my heart. Everytime I see them, they shine so brightly in my eyes that sometimes I forget the existence of the sun. Their laughter is more melodious than any song I could ever play on my lyre” Venti muses, frustrated that someone as perfect as you could even exist</li><li>“hey Venti, I-” Diluc is once again interrupted by the bard</li><li>“You know it’s not just that! Y/n’s so incredibly sweet and makes my day so much better. You have no idea how much I want to ask them out” Venti sits up, picking up his glass to take a sip before slamming it back down on the counter</li><li>“if you really mean all that… then tell me when you’re sober” a familiar voice rings out</li><li>Venti slowly turns in his seat, only to see you standing in the doorway of Angel’s Share</li><li>his face is red- although you can’t be sure if that’s from him blushing or the alcohol. regardless, Venti is thoroughly embarrassed that you just heard him gush about you like that</li><li>but still, that fact that you told him to repeat his little confessions when he wasn’t so drunk warmed his heart up- in fact it gave him hope that maybe asking you out wouldn’t be so bad</li><li>perhaps this calls for a pre-celebratory drink??</li></ul><div><strong>XIAO<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>normally if Xiao wanted to know about how mortals lived, he’d consult you</li><li>but this time he finds himself in front of Ganyu, hoping that she could provide some insight regarding his growing feelings for you</li><li>he was unfamiliar with how these sorts of relationships worked, and he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t do anything that would cause you discomfort</li><li>basically he wanted to know how to confess to you properly</li><li>and Ganyu’s half human so... she should know, right?</li><li>“to be honest Xiao... I spend all of my time working.... I’m not entirely sure why you would ask me for help” Ganyu says</li><li>“..are you not dating the Yuheng yourself?” Xiao asks back, watching as Ganyu turn a bright shade of red</li><li>“I am not! Anyways, I must take my leave. I apologize for not being much help!” she exclaims, quickly taking off</li><li>Xiao buries his face into his hands, seemingly defeated and absolutely clueless that you had just bumped into Ganyu as she ran off</li><li>and when he looks back up, he sees you quickly approaching him, a small smile adorning your face</li><li>“hey I just saw Ganyu take off just now, everything alright?” you ask, looking over your shoulder to see if you could still spot her</li><li>“ah.. yeah I had asked her for some help with some…. mortal advice” he mumbles, feeling embarrassed about how he had to go around for help</li><li>you frown slightly, “oh, is there a reason why you didn’t go up to me? not that you have to always approach me of course! I’m just curious…” your eyes dart to the ground</li><li>“Well it involves you” Xiao answered so curtly, you would have thought that Xiao was upset with you</li><li>but before you could answer, a third voice called out your names</li><li>“hi Madame Ping!” you grinned, trying to hide the awkward atmosphere still looming about</li><li>“hello dear” she nods at you before turning to Xiao</li><li>“Xiao, I heard from Ganyu that you needed help with a confession! But I see that you don’t need my advice, so I’ll leave you be” she smiles at the fellow adeptus before turning on her heel and leaving</li><li>you slowly turn back to Xiao, the blush on his face standing out more thanks to the teal in his hair</li><li>but as flustered as you were, you lightly chuckled, taking Xiao’s hands with yours</li><li>“is this the thing that involves me?” you teasingly ask, smiling even more when you see him nod</li><li>Xiao still wasn’t sure what the right protocol was for a confession- but regardless he had no choice but to try his best and hope his words wouldn’t fail him here</li><li>but by the look on your face, he might not have anything to worry about</li></ul><div><strong>CHILDE<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>being Childe’s best friend meant that he would shamelessly have you over in his office while he worked on administrative things</li><li>at first there were concerns about safety but Childe simply addressed them by saying, “??? I can fight though”</li><li>so now you’re a frequent guest at their headquarters</li><li>you were helping Childe sort out the mass amounts of paperwork at his desk that was left there when he was away</li><li>“oh hey I found a letter from Teucer!!” you call out to him, smiling at the small envelope in your hands</li><li>“do you mind opening it and reading it for me Y/n?” Childe calls out from behind his comically large stack of papers</li><li>“you sure? What if there’s some <em>secret </em>stuff I shouldn’t know about?” you tease, opening the envelope anyways</li><li>“what big secret could my little brother be writing about dummy” Childe chuckles back, resting his chin on his palm so he could hear you read out the letter</li><li>you clear your throat as you fold open the neatly folded letter inside and began reading</li><li>most of it was just the adoration of a younger sibling to his older brother alongside mentions of what new things were occurring back home</li><li>you were reading non stop, not missing a single word as your eyes scanned the letter</li><li>and Childe could listen to your voice for hours. it was very soothing to him hearing you read about his family and-</li><li>“by the way big brother, have you asked out Y/n yet-”</li><li>you didn’t even get a chance to blink- Childe immediately jumps from his seat, nearly tackling you to grab the letter out of your hands</li><li>and when you look up, your eyes meet Childe’s and with one quick scan of his face you’re able to see his cheeks becoming rosier</li><li>“.......so Teucer has no big secrets huh....” you begin to tease Childe, finding enjoyment in watching his blush grow</li><li>“aren’t you going to send a letter back to him with your answer Childe~” you coo, hoping that the more you could make him blush meant that he wouldn’t notice how you’re also growing more flustered</li><li>Childe quickly makes his way back to his desk, searching for a paper and something to write with. and when he has both he begins writing to his brother- except his eyes don’t break contact with you</li><li>“Dear Teucer, no I have not asked out Y/n yet. But as soon as I finish writing this letter I will. Send the family all of my love, Ajax”</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>when you’re on your period (venti, scaramouche, thoma, kazuha)</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em># * . &amp; | VENTI<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>venti is so sweet. he'd definitely tell that something was wrong before you even come to him. <em>(y’know, the whispers of the wind and all)</em>.&nbsp;</li><li>so he turns up at your door, unannounced, with a bag of local sweets and pastries under his arm and a gentle smile.</li><li><em>cutie.</em></li><li>his main thing is that he'll try to cheer you up. having your period can leave you feeling pretty miserable, sometimes with a shitty or depressed mood, so it's his goal to make you feel better. this can involve anything from trying to make you laugh <em>(successful)</em>, telling you stories from across teyvat, singing <em>(he has such a pretty voice) </em>or just in general having fun with you.</li><li>if you're feeling up for it, he'll take you out to do something. but if you're just feeling too crap then he'll entertain you as well as he can inside, and make sure that you're all comfortable.</li><li>as someone who's been around for thousands of years <em>(and possibly had multiple forms)</em>, venti is pretty versed in this kind of stuff.</li><li>even more so as he's spent so long getting to know every part of you. without fail, <em>every time </em>you're feeling crappy while on your period he'll just pop up with your favourite food cravings—no matter how unhealthy, or how indulgent. he's become a master at knowing what you want without needing to ask!</li><li>your archon boyfriend ♡</li><li>this doesn't mean he's immune to how you're feeling though.</li><li>it upsets him to see you in pain, no matter how much he'll try to make you comfortable. even with all your favourite foods and some pain-relieving concoctions from the church of favonius, period cramps still seep through. they can have you rocking in a ball or dry sobbing and he never wants to see you in that state.</li><li>it makes him feel a bit helpless. he's an <em>archon </em>for god's sake, but there's not a whole lot he can do other than shower you with love and kisses.</li><li>he's had a sad origin. you're the best thing that's happened to him ever since ascending to godhood. he needs you to feel alright.</li><li>he'd definitely freak out if you started crying because of mood swings <em>(me asf </em>🙋<em>).</em></li><li>"oh no, no. what's got my love so sad?"</li><li>a sap.</li><li>he's too sweet, it would probably make you cry more.</li><li>gently cups your face with both of his hands and looks into your eyes with his own watery gaze <em>(he </em>hates <em>seeing you cry)</em>. he'll wipe away the tears and kiss all over your face murmuring soft and silly things until you crack a laugh or a smile.</li><li>that makes him smile brightly too.</li><li><em>(help, this has me in such a venti boyfriend mood)</em>.</li><li>often plays his lyre to soothe you to sleep while you curl up on him. you'd probably be in that classic period pain position where your knees are brought up to your chest and you're hunched over them, trying to alleviate the cramps. he'll sing all your favourite songs.</li><li>kisses on the back of your neck, your shoulders, spine, and stomach <em>(if you're up for it)</em>.</li><li>he's also a surprisingly good listener, so if you want to complain about shit to him then he'll hear you out dutifully while nodding intently along. as someone who loves to cry about <em>everything </em>on my period, i'd find this super soothing ♡</li><li>ATTENTIVE BOYFRIEND</li></ul><div><em>"yahoo,</em> Y/N!" venti's sing-song call rings throughout your home as he enters on his own accord, finding the living area empty. he has a collection of items in his arms, including your favourite flowers. "your archon has arrived!"<br><br></div><div><em>such a dummy.<br></em><br></div><div>from the bedroom, you make a disagreeable noise. "ugh, venti, don't come in here," you groan with your face pressed into the pillow. "i look gross." you're wearing old baggy clothes, because you woke up having bled through your pyjamas, and haven't really moved save for changing. your hair is a mess, you're feeling sluggish, and your curtains are still closed. it feels worse being in a dark room, but you can't be bothered to get up to draw the windows open.<br><br></div><div>"ah, you know i don't care about that." he appears in the doorway with a smile, braids swaying. "you're lovely anyway." you roll your eyes affectionately and curl up further until it's physically impossible to protect your stomach anymore. curse your uterus for this disaster.<br><br></div><div>he comes close enough to stand in front of you when you murmur, "who knew the anemo archon would be such a sap?" it makes venti beam when you offer him a gentle smile and sit up to see what he's brought along. there are cecilia flowers, salts for a bath, medicine to assist with pain relief, your favourite sweets...<br><br></div><div>"you're feeding my candy addiction," you accuse him. "this is all your fault."<br><br></div><div>playfully, he cocks his head and smiles at you. "how are you feeling?" his observant eyes roam over you quickly, assessing the situation with ease. it feels good to have him so close. "your cramps are bad? you're hunching." he <em>always. knows.&nbsp;<br></em><br></div><div>"don't make fun of me," you groan, pressing your face into the safety of his chest. "i had a shitty morning." just thinking about it makes you want to cry. how embarrassing and discouraging it feels to be woken up by your period... you'd had plans today to go out, too. your hands cling to venti as he kisses the top of your head.<br><br></div><div>"never, never," venti promises, voice light-hearted like always. "hmm, let's see if we can make things better." you whine in complaint when he pulls away from you, warmth gone, but it's only for a moment.<br><br></div><div>deftly, venti pulls your curtains open, just knowing what you need without having to ask, a smile on his face. the sunlight makes you blink, but it feels better than the dingy, sluggish dark. <em>archons... </em>your cramps are killing you. you let yourself flop back onto the bed, curling into a ball. hopefully the painkillers he brought will kick in after a while. the need to cry stings your eyes.<br><br></div><div>he sits down on your bed, right next to your curled form. "want to go do something today? i hear good hunter is stocked full of your favourite. oh, and there's meant to be a particularly fascinating bard playing at angel's share tonight. <em>not me</em>. they're an outlander, i heard." his legs swing a little, as he rubs the nape of your neck. venti leaves kisses down your shoulder.<br><br></div><div>your lip quivers as you tilt your head up to look him in the eye. "can we stay in, ven?" you ask. there's a pit of guilt pooling in your stomach. "i'm sorry, i just—"<br><br></div><div>he's quick to kiss over your face, smile never leaving. "of course! why are you sorry?" his thumb rubs tenderly over your cheekbone, his eyes soft. "i have the best new songs to play for you! someone in liyue has come up with something wonderful. <em>ah, </em>and i went by good hunter earlier anyway. here." he pulls out a paper bag of your favourite pastries. you still don't know how you got so lucky.<br><br></div><div>you decide the reason <em>why </em>fate decided to give you such a blessing of a lover doesn't matter when settles behind you and wraps his arms around your middle. you don't need to question—just <em>savour it</em>.<br><br></div><div><em>&nbsp;</em>♡.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong><em># * . &amp; | SCARAMOUCHE<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>gremlin man would be a bit of an ass about it first <em>(as expected)</em> because that's just how he is. not that he'd necessarily make fun of your <em>period</em> as per say, but he'd definitely be like, "what are you complaining so much for? don't expect me to slack off with you."</li><li>he just has issues showing affection.</li><li>leaves for work like a dick.</li><li>&gt;:(</li><li>but then he shows up an hour later with a basket full of chocolate, ice cream, flowers, that blanket of his you love, and a few candles.</li><li>he grumbles that your whining would have annoyed him for the next week if he didn't help you <em>(it's a lie, he didn't like the idea of you being in pain while he was doing harbinger business away from you)</em>.</li><li>he'd never admit that part though, but you know it.</li><li>he'll settle you down somewhere comfortable, like the couch or bed, and make sure you're as well looked after as you can be. this is one of those times when he gets protective because, <em>yeah</em>, you're in pain and he doesn't like that. <em>at all.</em></li><li>dealing with your period is a difficult opponent for him. had it been a person threatening you or causing you pain, scaramouche would have taken care of it pretty quickly. but considering there is, well, no one to get his revenge on for causing your suffering, he's at a bit of a loss.</li><li>the chocolate he brought is from an expensive snezhnaya confectionary, and he went to the <em>best </em>infirmary to find something to alleviate the pain a little. even the candles look like they'd cost a hand and leg to buy. basically, everything is top quality and specially sourced. all stuff he'd thought would help you.</li><li><em>(he had asked childe and signora what to do—signora laughed him out of the room, but childe took pity)</em>.</li><li>that's definitely the reason for the last item in the basket.</li><li>"hmm? what's this?" you ask, retrieving what turns out to be a stuffed plush toy of a purple cat, with big ears and a button nose. it wears a little frown. your heart squeezes and you hide a chuckle. scaramouche got this...?</li><li>"ah. tartaglia let me know that such toys are commonplace for when someone's on their period. of course, i had to get the best if it'll help relieve your sickness. he mentioned that cats were best, though i forget which colour—"</li><li>at which you can't help but let out an amused, "where did he hear <em>that?"</em> you squish the toy's cheeks up and laugh at the implications of your clueless, harbinger boyfriend buying a cute plushie because he heard it would automatically make you feel better. <em>(it does)</em>.</li><li>scaramouche looks mortified and furious all at once.</li><li>"i'm going to kill that orange-haired bastard—"</li><li>"oh, <em>stop</em>, scara. it's cute." when you giggle at him, his cheeks turn pink. grumbles that childe feeding him false, embarrassing information is <em>not </em>cute but if it makes you happy then <em>fine</em>.</li><li>affection with scara is always a bit interesting. especially in circumstances such as this.</li><li>he calls you a brat, and then runs a bath. he grumbles about how clingy you are, and then holds you against his chest. he complains about you being a crybaby, and then tenderly massages your abdomen to relieve cramps.</li><li>he doesn't mean anything that he says—his actions prove that. not to mention the way his scoffs are laced with affection.</li><li>he'll lie around with you all day, letting you bury your face into his stomach/chest, listening to you grumble—he can't help but smile at your complaints about the world and mother nature, when your face is hidden in him and you can't see. his fingers will run through your hair and massage your scalp. scaramouche will offer a good few complaints about the world too, to join in with you.</li><li>god forbid anyone comes to your door requesting that you take part in a mission, or trying to tell him that he isn't just allowed to abandon his harbinger duties for however long you need him.</li><li>he'll threaten them with an early retirement <em>or </em>an early grave if they come back to bother you, and then slam the door in their faces.</li><li>mean but loving scara ♡</li><li>he really does try his best, even if he's bad with his words. being tender is tough for the sixth fatui harbinger.</li><li>if his usually harmless words <em>actually </em>get to you <em>(because period mood swings and vulnerability suck)</em>, and god forbid you start to cry, he'd panic.</li><li>cue freak-out time.</li></ul><div>scara is a shitty apologiser. he rarely apologises for everything unless he super badly fucks up, but this <em>feels </em>like a super bad fuck-up. the last thing he wants is to genuinely <em>upset you</em>. especially when you've been in clear pain the whole day. so <em>what the hell</em> is he supposed to do now?<br><br></div><div>your hunched form on the bed, face buried in your arms and knees drawn up to your chest, looks pitiful with the way you tremble with sobs. your shoulders are shaking. panic fills him up inside. <em>fuck. </em>all he'd said was to not be so needy when he handed you a hot water bottle he'd fixed himself. it wasn't something that he <em>meant</em>. those kind of jabs between you two were just second nature, usually you shot them back with a teasing tone and a poked out tongue—something like, <em>"then don't keep entertaining my needs, stupid"</em>—but now you were in tears? it made him panic a little.<br><br></div><div><em>"uh, </em>Y/N, you..." he tests his words. "these emotions aren't necessary."&nbsp; it wasn't spoken in a mean tone, careful and gentle at the edges. he really was just trying to help. obviously, it was the wrong thing to say. you start crying harder. he mutters under his breath, <em>"what the fuck?" </em>and pinches the bridge of his nose. <em>shit. shit</em>. a sigh leaves his mouth and he approaches your side of the bed, where you're obviously feeling terrible. honestly, at this point you just want him to leave you alone to suffer. even though he's been taking care of you all day. that one little comment had triggered a nasty mood swing. <em>ugh. </em>it felt like shit. he tried again, "i—"<br><br></div><div>"you can be so fucking mean, scara," you mutter. <em>why </em>did he have to say things like that? it was what you'd signed up for, but today? when you'd had the worst cramps you'd had in <em>ages </em>and felt tired all over? "why can't you just be nice like every other boyfriend is?" that's a pretty nasty jab—it makes him stiffen. right for the insecurity that he's going to lose you. you want to shake some sense into yourself, but quite frankly you're too upset to care.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>the bed dips as he sits down beside you. he seems to consider his options for a moment, before he's shifting right up to your hunched form and putting his arms around you, letting you thud your head against his chest. <em>hmph, </em>you think irritably, but don't pull away. your eyes sting. you want to go to sleep.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>"you know i didn't mean that, dumbass." this is hard for him. he's not used to being so outwardly physically affectionate with him initiating.<br><br></div><div>you punch him in the chest, fist thudding weakly and dully with a lack of force. "don't call me dumbass."<br><br></div><div>scaramouche can't help but frown. while he mentally calculates what to do—how is he supposed to reassure you? does he be nice? what can he say? <em>how </em>to be nice?—his hands smooth over your shoulders, face pressed into your hair. a sniffle leaves you. it's clear you're still in pain too, knees moving upwards so they're trapped between both of your bodies. it's an attempt to curl up.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>"tch," </em>he mutters. he cups your face in his hands. the soft action contradicts his words. it's rare to see such a vulnerable side of scaramouche, but you see it now. those affectionate eyes, a little sad from upsetting you, and the soft, kissable slope of his slightly downturned lips. "such a crybaby..." he murmurs softly, tenderly, stroking his thumb over your cheek. there's no venom in it—the word has become more of a pet name at this point than an insult. he lays a gentle kiss on your mouth, leaning his forehead against yours. if only there was some other way to help you. <em>how to fix this...? </em>"i—... i'm sorry for upsetting you. it... wasn't my intention..." you can see how much it pains him to apologise—a man with such high pride that you often have to knock him down a few pegs.<br><br></div><div>you're still grumpy with him. you huff and grumble, pull your teary, disgruntled face out of his caring hands. but you're too sore, tired, and emotionally worn out to put up a fight. plus, despite your emotions, you know your anger and hurt is misplaced and irrational. this is just how scaramouche is. you love him for it. you love <em>him</em>. so you mumble a grouchy, "you're such a dick," and bury your face into his chest. hug him tight and let his shirt catch the rest of your frustrated tears. there's a pout on your lips.<br><br></div><div>he hums, knowing it well, though this is one of those times where he <em>genuinely </em>feels bad for it. his hand strokes through your hair, and his other comes to rest on the small of your back. it centres him to feel the soft rise and fall of your breaths with your body pressed over your own. "brat." he leaves a kiss on your forehead as you slip into sleep—and scaramouche prepares for when you wake up. "whatever. i already said i'd take care of you, didn't i?"<br><br></div><div>♡.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong><em># * . &amp; | THOMA<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li><em>thank god </em>for a pyro vision boyfriend.</li><li>will take a few days off of housekeeping duty to stay home with you when your period is at its worst stages.</li><li>he's always warm so expect a lot of snuggles!</li><li>thoma is very, very comforting and affectionate when you're ill, and this time is no different. forehead kisses, hair stroking, cuddles with you snug and safe against his chest. he'll just let you cling to him <em>all day </em>if that's what you want. has no complaints because it means he gets to be close to you and helps you feel a little better.</li><li>if you're like me, who gets emotional and insecure when you're on your period, he'd be the type to constantly reassure you that everything's okay and that he's not going anywhere. indulges in your clinginess.</li><li><em>he's perfect.</em></li><li>he'll dote on your every hand and foot <em>(cough cough, malewife)</em>. because of his duties in the kamisato household, he's just really good at this kind of stuff. if you need <em>anything</em>, man will literally leap off of the bed/couch and run to get whatever you want. literally the perfect boyfriend wtf.</li><li>overachiever.</li><li>he'd be the type to have you curled against his chest and between his legs while he reads a book and fits your face in the crook of his neck. rubs your spine and shoulders and just leaves kisses in your hair.</li><li>lets you nap on him!</li><li>he heats up his hands with his pyro vision and uses them to warm your stomach and lower back. free heat pack cramp reliever boyfriend. will literally remain in that position <em>forever </em>just to help the pain go away. <em>(idk about you but period me would BAWL if my boyfriend ever did this for me, so if you do that then thoma will be quick to comfort you)</em>.</li><li>will make you mondstadt dishes from whatever he can remember. he likes making dishes from his hometown <em>(he gets homesick) </em>and would make you healthy but super indulgent meals. particularly likes making you soup.</li><li>probably bakes you chocolate-chip cookies too.</li><li>will clean up if you bleed through anything. that's always super embarrassing, so you bet he'd be <em>on it </em>so fast. "don't worry about it, babe. i'll take care of it!"</li><li>never lets you feel humiliated.</li><li>he'll hold your hand and do any lovey dovey stuff that you want.</li><li>occasionally does idiotic shit by accident, like smacking himself in the head with a broom when he's cleaning up. it always makes you giggle from where you'd been lying—previously miserable—on the couch. he always shoots you a crooked grin and a wink after.</li><li>keeps checking to see how you are. like, when you're eating he'll continue to look over at you with a smile to make sure you're content and enjoying the food he made for you. will watch you while he cleans because he's in love and wants to make sure you're happy. just enamoured with you.</li><li>and the <em>moment </em>you look less than okay, he's right there asking what you need.</li><li>he's just <em>perfect</em>.</li></ul><div>"thoma, you don't have to do all of this..." you murmur, but really <em>don't </em>want to leave as you snuggle against his warm chest, feeling his hands stroke caringly down your back. he's already done your chores around the house—cleaning, done the dishes, made sure your sheets were fresh. you hadn't even <em>asked </em>him to do anything. it's good enough that he's just here. but he insisted.<br><br></div><div>"ah, nonsense," thoma replies, gently massaging the skin around the small of your spine, helping to relieve back pain. "it made you feel better, right?" it's true that a clean home always makes you feel more accomplished, more comfortable, especially when you're in pain and all you want to do is rest. that, <em>and </em>he'd cooked for you. had you relax on the couch while he made lunch and then baked, took care of you. you're used to spending your periods alone. having someone so loving be with you through them... it meant so much.<br><br></div><div>you can't help but tuck your face into the crook of his neck, feeling safe. he lets you nuzzle there. "weren't you meant to be at work?"<br><br></div><div>"hmm? oh, i took some days off. i don't like leaving you alone like this." he grins when you slap his side lightly, silently warning him that he still needs to go to his job. "if you're worried for me, don't be. ayaka said it was perfectly fine. she actually mentioned that it was a nice gesture—that you were lucky or something." thoma mentions it like it's a throwaway comment, voice breathy with amusement. he's so selfless it's stupid.<br><br></div><div>"well i <em>am!" </em>you exclaim, lifting up your face to stare him in the eye. "you're taking care of me even though this is something that happens every month. and you're here anyway! just because you know i like you being with me." you cling to the front of his shirt, pouting a little. more pain and nausea shoots through you at the action—you can't help but wince. thoma immediately cups your face when he notices you're hurting.<br><br></div><div>he looks a bit quizzical. "i don't know why i wouldn't."<br><br></div><div>with a groan you flop down again. he instinctively runs his hand through your hair and smooths his fingers over the back of your head. "ugh. you're too good. don't ever leave me." he's so, so warm—you could fall asleep like this any second. it's so easy to forget about the agony of your cramps when he's here distracting you. especially with his natural heat.<br><br></div><div>thoma chuckles, his legs still cradling you. now, his hand slides down to your lower stomach again in order to help ease any incoming cramps. he's too thoughtful. "i don't plan on leaving you, don't worry. <em>ever, </em>actually. you're stuck with this."<br><br></div><div>"the audacity of you to say that like it's a bad thing," you grumble, looping your arms around the back of his neck to get closer to him. your period might be the bane of your existence, but lazy days like this with thoma all to yourself make it somewhat bearable.<br><br></div><div>♡.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong><em># * . &amp; | KAZUHA<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>ginger tea.</li><li>also fennel, raspberry, green, chamomile—he makes anything herbal to relieve cramps and help you relax.</li><li>will let you cuddle up against him and will hold you while he recites romantic poetry like a <em>sap</em> and leaves kisses in your hair.</li><li>is the type of boyfriend to literally apologise for your period and cramps as if it's his fault.</li><li>wtf kazu?</li><li>is always making sure you're hydrated. strokes your hair a lot and convinces you to eat and drink even if you're feeling too sick to, because he knows it will help you feel better.</li><li>honestly, you having bad cramps and feeling so shitty freaks him out a little. he doesn't like to see you hurting, especially when it's out of his control. expect him to have a calm demeanour like always, but be stressing on the inside. he's <em>also </em>extra clingy when you're like this. <em>(the consequences of watching his best friend die)</em>. just wants you to be okay.</li><li>writes you haikus and other fragments of poetry to cheer you up.</li><li>rubs circles into the small of your back while cuddling with you. will give you a massage if you're sore.</li><li>he'll kiss the tears off your face if you start crying <em>(it will upset him too) </em>and just keeps you company very well.</li><li>usually he likes being out and about—exploring, indulging in his freedom, admiring the world while in the sun and wind—but in these moments there's nowhere he'd rather be than with you. he won't dare leave you like this.</li><li>he probably asks beidou for advice the first time you have your period while dating him.</li><li>beidou quite literally has to end up pushing him out of the door because he <em>won't stop</em> asking her questions. everything she answers with, he needs to elaborate on. like: <em>okay, three to seven days—will there be cramps all that time? mood swings—would they prefer to see me, will that upset them? chocolate—what kind? no caffeine—does that include </em>in<em> chocolate? what teas are most effective? where to find hot water bottles? best meals?</em></li><li>she locks him out.</li><li>he really just wants to make it as comfortable for you. especially since this will be a monthly thing and he <em>needs</em> to know how to help from now on. you two are in this together.</li><li>literally makes you a <em>nest</em> in your bed, with blankets, pillows, a pot of tea, and a hot water bottle. nestles you up so you're all comfortable and safe. gives you whatever you want.</li><li>disappears for a little while and you're like wtf.</li><li>but then...</li></ul><div>"kazu?" you groan when kazuha returns to your room, after having been absent for enough time to it to be noticeable. you’re hunched in a fetal position, hands clasped over your abdomen. it <em>hurts</em>. your hormones are wreaking havoc on your emotions—now, when you glance over at him at the end of your bed, with a soft smile and his sleeve rolled up, you get a bit teary. you'd half been worried he'd left you. "where did you go?"<br><br></div><div>one of his hands strokes over your hair, the other gently laying over your knee. "i readied a hot bath. if you're feeling up for it i can take you there. or we can stay here, if you'd prefer. either is perfectly fine."<br><br></div><div>you take a moment to shove your face in the pillow and groan out something between a pained sound from your cramps, and a sob at <em>what you'd done to deserve a boyfriend this sweet</em>. then you push yourself up into a sitting position, wincing. he's quick to kiss the tears away from your face and hold out a hand to help you up.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>"thank you, kazuha," you murmur as he leads you to the bathroom. he's so <em>careful </em>with you. "you're so kind."<br><br></div><div>he offers you one of his gentle smiles. "don't say that like it isn't what you deserve. i'd do all this for you and more, my love. i'm sure that one day i'll be able to harness even the stars for you. the sun, the moon, they're all yours. hmm, maybe i can turn that into a haiku..."<br><br></div><div>you whisper to yourself, <em>"archons. </em>you'll kill me like this, kazu."<br><br></div><div>it feels like you've ascended to celestia when you actually see the bath. it's rolling with hot steam, scattered with rose petals and slightly cloudy with the presence of the lavender bath salts you can smell in the air <em>(for relaxation and cramp relief)</em>. various candles have been lit around the room, glowing in the otherwise dim light. it's <em>lovely</em>. something this thoughtful and romantic isn't very unusual for kazuha, but it still takes your miserable brain by surprise. all you can do is stare in awe. here you are, feeling gross and sore, and kazuha did... all this... just to make you feel better? a lump forms at the back of your throat.<br><br></div><div>he looks at you hopefully, "are you happy?"<br><br></div><div>all you can do is swallow and nod as he leads you over to the edge, words stolen from your mouth. it's <em>all </em>you need. "kazuha, i—"<br><br></div><div>"you don't need to thank me," he replies, hugging you close to him. his lips press to your forehead as you squeeze your glossy eyes closed. "i'm sorry you have to be in pain. i hope this can... ease your suffering a little. i'll be right here."<br><br></div><div>♡.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺- just 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 being a flirty fuck.<br><br></div><div>Kazuha knows what he’s doing- Mf will act all ‘innocent’ like his flirty sentences were not intentional and his nsfw poetic sentences are just miss-wording. HIS EYES DECEIVES EVERYONE TO BELIEVE HIM- LIKE LOOK AT HOW PURE THEY LOOK-<br><br></div><blockquote>“Kazuha, darling...I’ll just go for 10 minutes or so, I need to send the supplies Baizhu..."“We need to start going right away, Love...you should have done it earlier, we can’t keep Beidou waiting.” You sighed as Kazuha tried to guilt-trip you into staying.“I know, I know! But I promised Qiqi to see her on the way as well!”<br>The bickering went back and forth as you both stated your points defending your actions.“Now, now! What’s going on here?” A mate cried out while clapping his hands to get your attention.“It’s nothing much...Y/n is insisting to stay a bit longer.” Kazuha said face-palming, “Y/n, whatever it is, I’m sure it can wait. We have headed off before the sunsets.”“But-“Love~ You’re not asking for more punishment, are you now? Cause if you keep this up I’ll have to make sure you can’t walk the next day~” Kazuha had a sly smirk as he seductively looked at you with his manic eyes.“Or is that what you want, cause if it is then we can make it happen without you misbehaving~” he lightly giggled at your red flustered state.“I’m afraid I have to agree with Kazuha, Y/n” you almost forgot the mate was still there.“What!? I- Why would I!?” he got confused at your messed up red face before the realization hit him like a boulder.“Hm? You aren’t thinking of something improper were you now, Y/n? I can’t believe you’d think Kazuha would go that low!” He scoffed“You don’t really think he is that innocent, do you!? He meant it, he knows what he is saying!”“Meant what? Did I say something wrong? I do apologize if I did.” Kazuha said looking at you with a ‘naive’ face, unlucky for you that the mate believed him.“You didn’t do anything wrong, Kazuha...Y/n here just needs to get her head out of the gutter.”“I- All this for delivering something!? Fine, I won’t go- geez!” the mate sighed before leaving you two be, once he went out of view Kazuha’s aura changed from a flowery garden to something filled with lust and arousal.“𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲~”</blockquote><div><br></div><div>𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺- just 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢 knowing your weaknesses.<br><br></div><div>Venti knows your weakness and won’t hessitate to use them against you, you don’t like him crying? Do what I say and I won’t, you like it when he clings onto you? He likes it too so your in luck you like it when he get’s whiny? M-mommy Pretty manipulative but he knows when to stop.<br><br></div><blockquote>“Y/n, please enlighten me on how you fell for this idiot.”You released a breathy laugh as Diluc glared at the bard before him.“Diluc! You can’t just say that to the lovely lady! It’s love~ You don’t know where it takes you and how it does!” Keaya slurred out, Rosaria just giggled at your situation.“Y/n! Come on! Just one sip! You’ll like it, it’s better than your cranberry juice~!” Venti pulled on your sleeve like a child begging their mum to taste the burnt cookies they made.“I don’t like alcohol Venti...it’s so bitter and it stings my tounge.” Diluc sighed before stepping it, “Venti, leave Y/n alone. She’ll have it when she wants to.”Venti looked at the owner before sticking his tounge out, again like a child. Keaya and Rosaria wheezed in the background at Diluc’s face, who looked like he was ready to bury the archon’s body.“Venti...that’s enough achohol we are leaving. You promised we’d try a few things before going to bed.”“Y-y/n, please! Just o-one sip! It tastes great!” Venti slurred clinging onto you, he had tears in the corner of his eyes.(A/n: If someone’s not comfy with drinking, please let them be. This is just a fanfic.)You sighed in defeat and took his drink taking a small sip, you didn’t like it.“How is it-“I hate it, we’re leaving.” And like that you dragged him to your place.“𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲!~”.Keaya: “How much you wanna bet Y/n has a mommy kink?-</blockquote><div><br></div><div>𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺- just 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 being an expert in playing the piano.<br><br></div><blockquote>My boi would be one of those people who would know how to play every instrument, but he’s really good with the piano. He’d also have a really good singing vocals, I mean- have you heard his va sing machin gun? he’d sing for you while playing the piano if it makes you happy.“Scara, I love you and all but your back will hurt.”“Are you considering me as weak? You twisted your ankle while trying to walk, if anything, you are weak.” Scara growled as he adjusted you on his back, he may have used cruel words but the intent was sweet as a bowl of sugar.“Chill! You’re just putting words in my mouth at this point!” He scoffed in annoyance while you buried your head on his shoulder.His steps echoed loudly as he entered the empty room with instrument placed around, he walked over a grand piano in the middle. Placing you down gently as he sat on the stool placed by the piano.“Sit.” he patted his lap, “Love, I-“Sit. Don’t make me repeat myself.” his eyes pierced into yours, obediently you sat on his lap as he placed his hands around you to reach the piano’s keys.His slender fingers danced on the instrument gracefully, his voice softly sang next your ears.“-little did I know...That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles, and my daddy said, ‘Stay away from Juliet’, and I was cryin' on the staircase beggin' you, ‘Please don't go,’~”Every word felt nostalgic for an unknown reason, without knowing you starting singing along with your songbird.“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone, I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess, it's a love story, baby, just say, ‘Yes’~”It was not uncommon for you to singalong with him but it always did startle him on how comfortable you were with him, he loved it.The song finally came to an end, you smiled as you pecked his lips. You pushed yourself up to give him his personal space to only be pulled back down.“Where do you think your going?” Scara looked at you upset, “Nowhere, I just wanted to give you your personal space!” you hurriedly answered.“I don’t need it, you do realize I’m strong enough to hold you, right? You can sit on my back, lap, shoulders and I wouldn’t mind it...I can break you here, right now, but~ since you were so obedient a moment ago, I’ll let you sit on my face~”Your breath hitched as your face turned red with all the blood rushing to your head, you were a mess.“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?~”</blockquote>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-06 07:12:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>pretending to be your boyfriend</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>THOMA<br></strong><br></div><div>You had been accompanying Thoma with his errands, and unfortunately for you that meant garnering unwanted attention from strange men.<br><br></div><div>“Sir, I told you I’m not interested in you- please leave me alone!” you plead. The latter part of your words reached Thoma’s ears, and out of concern he made his way over to where you were to check in on you.<br><br></div><div>“I already have a boyfriend!” you cry out, wrapping your arms around Thoma tightly, burying your face into him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Thoma’s arm leaves your shoulder as soon as the two of you are out of sight. The comfort of Thoma’s presence left as quickly as it came and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed.<br><br></div><div>“Thanks Thoma... sorry to put you in the spotlight like that” you say, choosing to avert your eyes from him.<br><br></div><div>“Hey it’s no problem, I’m glad to be of help!” Thoma beams at you, but even he can note your sudden solemn attitude.<br><br></div><div>Because that’s all this was, a fake relationship that lasted for five minutes. It would’ve been nice if it was all real, but you only needed a fake boyfriend to ward off the creep.<br><br></div><div>“How often are you bothered by creepy men?” Thoma asks out of nowhere.<br><br></div><div>“Too often” you sigh, leaning on the wall behind you as you recount the unfortunate numerous incidents in which you had to deal with strange men bothering you.<br><br></div><div>“Then maybe we should keep this up! Because you know if more people bother you.. you could always say you’re dating me. And because I’m affiliated with the Kamisato clan.. I dunno I think you’d have an easier time!” Thoma suggests, the shadow of the alley concealing the bright blush across his cheeks.<br><br></div><div>“Are you saying we should keep pretending to be dating?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion. His plan did make sense, and it would most definitely work. But was he willing to lie to everyone and say he was in a relationship when he wasn’t?<br><br></div><div>“Yeah! I’m fine being your boyfriend- er pretending to be your boyfriend. Although you know I really don’t mind either way ha ha....” Thoma rambles, feeling all the more embarrassed that his true feelings for you were beginning to spill out like this.<br><br></div><div>You smile at him, taking his hand in yours.<br><br></div><div>“Alright Thoma, please be my boyfriend then!” you eagerly say, smiling even wider when Thoma nods in agreement.<br><br></div><div>You never did specify whether you meant for Thoma to be your real or fake boyfriend. But somehow, you both knew what you really meant.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAEYA<br></strong><br></div><div>The man at the bar just wouldn’t leave you alone. You tried telling him you weren’t here alone and that you were waiting for people. But the stranger kept insisting that you should spend some time with him.<br><br></div><div>You hear the front door of the tavern open, and fortunately for you a very familiar face walks in. Grasping at one of Kaeya’s arms, you turn back to the man who was bothering you and offer him a polite smile.<br><br></div><div>“I told you I was waiting for someone! I’m on a date. With my <em>boyfriend”<br></em><br></div><div>Kaeya’s no fool, and the moment he hears the word ‘boyfriend’, he’s immediately immersed into his role. Using his free arm, he brings his hand to your cheek, softly caressing it. This was the first time he’s ever been so close to you, but it only felt natural.<br><br></div><div>“Hey, did you wait long? Sorry I’m late. Jean had me running so many errands. You know how it is with the Knights of Favonius” Kaeya chuckles, making sure to speak clearly.<br><br></div><div>The man’s eyes widen at the first mention of the knights before slowly standing up, grumbling about how he ought to go home now.<br><br></div><div>When the man makes his leave, you sigh to yourself, grateful that things didn’t escalate. You prepare to give Kaeya some space but he only wraps his arm around you tighter, pulling you closer to him.<br><br></div><div>“Now where do you think you’re going” he teases, causing a warmth to spread across your cheeks.<br><br></div><div>You look up at him, slightly flustered by the proximity.<br><br></div><div>“What?” you quietly ask him, your brain unable to process what was happening. And there was just something about the innocent look on your face, one that was laced with both shock and admiration that made Kaeya lose his bearings.<br><br></div><div>“I-” he’s unable to form words, and the usual cheeky captain became an equally flustered mess. He thought he would be able to tease you more about this relationship, but he short circuited and couldn’t follow through with it. Even you’re able to notice his change in attitude, but you’re unable to question him about it. Before you can even think, Kaeya carefully releases you from his grasp.<br><br></div><div>Kaeya cleared his throat, “It’s nothing. Nothing at all” and he turns his attention to the bartender to order some drinks.<br><br></div><div>It wasn’t nothing at all. His feelings for you were overflowing and eventually he would have to face them.<br><br></div><div><strong>VENTI<br></strong><br></div><div>You were out on the balcony for some fresh air, away from the stuffiness of the tavern. Only a handful of minutes had passed, but you soon found that you weren’t alone on the balcony. A strange man had joined you.<br><br></div><div>“I kept eyeing you inside but you didn’t notice. You’re cute you know that?” he smiles at you, inching closer, much to your chagrin. But before he could corner you, the door opens, and out pops Venti.<br><br></div><div>“Oh Y/n! There you are!” he smiles at you before looking back up at the clearly intoxicated man. You turn back to the stranger with an apologetic smile.<br><br></div><div>“I’m flattered, really. But I’m actually dating him!” you say, pointing to Venti. And without hesitation, Venti pulls you close to him, a smile adorning his face.<br><br></div><div>“Yup, that’s right! We’re dating so you can just-”<br><br></div><div>The drunkard lets out a loud laugh at the sight of you and Venti.<br><br></div><div>“C’mon, you mean to tell me this little bard is your boyfriend? With the way you look, you can do so much be...tter” the man’s words begin to slow as he watches the smile on Venti’s face drop. The atmosphere itself seems to feel more tense as Venti’s expression turns serious, the cheery light behind the bard’s eyes was completely gone as he stares into the man’s eyes.<br><br></div><div>“I suggest you knock it off and leave Y/n alone, alright?” he says. His voice was calm, but there was still some threatening force behind his words.<br><br></div><div>The man begins to stammer before taking his leave- strangely intimidated by Venti.<br><br></div><div>As he stumbles inside, he leaves you and Venti alone on the balcony together.<br><br></div><div>“Thanks Venti, don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t show up” you say, resting an elbow on the railing. Venti nods, hopping up to sit on the railing, swinging his legs over the pavement below. Secretly, he had seen the man follow you to the balcony. And without even thinking about it, Venti trailed after the two of you to make sure nothing went wrong.<br><br></div><div>“Uh huh” he replies, staring off to the distance. He knew he wasn’t your boyfriend, but the harsh words spoken by the man kept replaying in his head.<br><br></div><div>Venti felt you rest your hand on top of his, and to his surprise you were sitting right next to him on the railing.<br><br></div><div>“You know, the man was wrong. I think anyone would be lucky to date you” you tell him, as if you had read his mind. You were always good at consoling him, but Venti wondered how far those feelings stretched.<br><br></div><div>“Even you?” he asks, still looking straight ahead.<br><br></div><div>“Yup, especially me” you tell him, maneuvering your hand so that yours was interlocking with his.<br><br></div><div>And despite the rowdiness of the tavern, Venti swears you could hear his heart beating rapidly. Tonight probably wasn’t the best night to pour his feelings out to you, but given what you said, he knew he was in no rush.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-06 07:13:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>lazy morning after the deed with venti and kazuha</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>VENTI;<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>you had a very, very... busy night together, enough that that morning the archon didn't even want to move out of bed! but it's okay, because you are the one who woke up first and all you want is to pamper him as he deserves for being such a good boy to you.</li><li>you get closer to his face to leave soft kisses on his skin, face and neck, while your fingers sink into his greenish blue hair, which was now loose without the typical braids that he always wore.</li><li><em>“hmm? oh, y/n.”</em> still a little confused from waking up due to the tickle your lips give him, quickly reacting by wrapping his arms around your neck, totally refusing to let you go from his side.</li><li>but you'll have to get up sooner or later, even if that means slight complaints leaving venti's mouth! everything is for the better good, because you'll be the one who prepares him breakfast, you even have some fresh apples so that he stops complaining like a child with a tantrum.</li><li>you both feel especially lazy that morning, but someone has to do the things! you also prepared a bath for barbatos. &lt;3</li><li>this time you have been the one who has taken care of everything, but next time he'll compensate you by making an effort to wake up before you and give you a pleasant surprise with the breakfast that you like the most.</li></ul><div><strong>KAEDEHARA KAZUHA;<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>kazuha will wake up much earlier than you, just as the sun begins to rise from behind the mountains. most of the time he'll just be sitting on the bed next to you, his fingers playing with your hair and gently brushing your skin.</li><li>his slender fingers trace your cheeks, nose and lips as his crimson eyes admire you with affection, you look so peaceful with your eyes closed and your breathing calm that he simply cannot take his orbs away from you.</li><li>he doesn't wanna wake you up, he wants you to rest as much as you need so that you are full of energy afterwards.</li><li>kazuha won't move out of bed either. and when you wake up and feel like you want to get out of bed, he'll want to make breakfast together, take a shower and maybe go for a walk if you feel like it.</li><li><em>“good morning, angel. did you sleep well? you feeling alright?”</em> will be the first thing he'll say when you open your eyes, caring about your well-being first before doing anything else.</li><li>this cute boy loves you so much, you will never be lacking in love and caring by his side &lt;3</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-06 07:14:01 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>how these random genshin boys would try to impress you!</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote>childe</blockquote><div>will bring you sparring with him! childe’s specialty is in combat (as we all know) and would want to show off just how fast he can take his opponents down. childe would have you watch from the sidelines as he goes up against numerous fatui trainee’s. every time he’d take someone down, he’d glance back at your spot with a huge grin to see if you were looking. he’s smug about it too, trash talking each soldier, trying to make you laugh with witty comments here and there, even splashing you with his vision on purpose. he wants to show off but also wants you to have fun watching. <em>(would probably blush if you tell him that you wanna spar with him, too). </em><strong><em>“you… want to try fighting me? hah! i’ll be gentle, pinky promise!”<br></em></strong><br></div><blockquote>kazuha</blockquote><div>haikus 24/7… this man will have SO many pre-written haikus just <em>waiting</em> for you to hear them. will have you sit down in a quiet place and recite them for you! he’ll want your opinion on each one before moving onto the next one, claiming that it will help him hone in on his skills as a haiku ‘master.’ kazuha would also want to show you his skills by having you give him random topics and will build haikus around them.<strong><em> </em></strong>he’d make sure to keep track of all the ideas you give him. he values your opinion more than anyone else’s, and keeps all your suggestions for new haikus listed in his mind for later. <strong><em>“your eyes shine like gold… no wait—”<br></em></strong><br></div><blockquote>venti</blockquote><div>this is very on brand with venti but of course he’ll try to impress you by… singing! he is a bard, after all. however, similar to kazuha, he’d want you to be impressed with his <em>lyricism</em> more than his vocal abilities. he’ll freestyle a song (accompanied by his lyre) about how he feels about you, your personality, or really any topic you want. he jokes around a lot, but i think like he’d <em>really</em> look forward to hear about how his lyrics made you feel. he wants to get to your heart and tug a bit on its strings! <em>“</em><strong><em>this song is for you! it’s about… your big forehead! ehe! just kidding.” </em></strong><em>venti why<br></em><br></div><blockquote>thoma</blockquote><div>i picture thoma <em>wanting</em> to impress you but just really unsure of just <em>how</em> to do so. therefore i feel like he’d try to show you around inazuma hoping the <em>scenery</em> itself would impress you. his knowledge of inazuma is pretty extensive, even though he hails from mondstadt. he’d go into detail on how statues were built, the rich history and even take you to some of his favorite food spots! the type to stop at all the food vendors on the street and grab a different dish from each one. afterwords, he’d want your opinion on how great of a tour guide he was! <strong><em>“hey! that tour was pretty sweet right? how was the tonkatsu? i loved it!”<br></em></strong><br></div><blockquote>diluc</blockquote><div>his bartending skills! for someone who hates alcohol he’s actually pretty knowledgeable with mixology. whether he’s invited you to the tavern while he’s working or you just happened to be there that night, he’ll figure out how to get your attention and <em>keep</em> your eyes on him. he’ll be subtle, of course. he won’t be flipping glasses around or doing cool tricks, but he’ll be smirking as he catches you watching him blend the drinks and take peoples drink orders… he’ll even make a special one just for you and hand it off with a wink and a smile. <strong><em>“this one is my specialty… just for you, baby.”<br></em></strong><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>❛ — ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ! [2] ♡</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>⩩ ZHONGLI.<br><br></div><ul><li>everyone thinks that Zhongli has been waiting patiently for your return, but it's not quite like that. he is a man who knows how to wait for a long time, yeah, but not when you're the one he's waiting for.</li><li>whenever he left the city to walk in the mountains of liyue, watching how the sun hid, the only thing that ran through his mind was you, your image and your warmth. the warmth that he wanted so much to feel again as soon as possible.</li><li>so when he finally sees you again after such a long time, the first thing he does after giving you a warm smile is to open his arms, as a sign that he wants, no, needs, to feel closer to you again. to remember your essence.</li><li>so when he finally has you held in a soft hug in his arms, he will rest his head against yours and close his eyes, capturing all of you once more. oh how he missed you.</li><li>in this position it's easy for him to speak to you in a whisper. <em>“i've missed you every hour of the day. but i always knew you were coming back, for me. and if something separates us again, i will be the one who will go in your search.”</em></li><li>he won't allow distance to take over your lives again, that's for sure. for him, the time that he's without you is a wasted time!</li></ul><div>⩩ XIAO.<br><br></div><ul><li>you have been away for a long, long time, and this boy has waited every day and night for one of those days when he missed you so much you will call out his name. but it didn't happen.</li><li>he seemed indifferent, or so he wanted to believe, because inside he was a mess of insecurities. what if you had left, never to return? what if you were in danger and he wasn't there to protect you?</li><li>it's for this reason that the day you finally called out his name, his heart fluttered in his chest like never before, a mixture of joy and relief mixed causing xiao teary eyes.</li><li>in front of you, the only thing he could do was look at your face carefully again for a few long seconds. it was the first time you saw that expression on him, that sparkle in his eyes...</li><li>he didn't dare to approach you or make any move in your direction. his hand rested on his chest, grasping the fabric of his clothing as if that would stop one of the tears that fell down his cheek. this is not how an adepti should act!</li><li>is when you couldn't resist anymore, and you threw yourself into his arms to give him an affectionate hug. his breathing stopped for a moment, reacting slow due to shock. he just stood there, motionless. he didn't seem to respond to your action, until he inclined his head, allowing himself to be carried away by your warmth, hiding his face against the crock of your neck.</li><li><em>“i thought something happened to you, i... don't... don't go away anymore. i don't want to lose you again. i couldn't bear it.”</em></li><li>of course not, when the only thing that helps him alleviate his pain is you and your mere presence.</li></ul><div>⩩ VENTI.<br><br></div><ul><li>with this boy it's so much more evident to know that he misses you and is anxious to see you again. his way of waiting for you is to let the days go by, get drunk and sometimes say out loud the days that he has been without you.</li><li><em>“today is the 287th day since y/n left. or was it 286...?”</em> the only thing he gets in return with this is that his drinking companions look at him with pity, thinking that you will never <em>return. “hey, don't look at me like that... y/n is coming back... is going to come back... right?”</em> he tries to convince himself, although his voice is sounding more and more off everytime.</li><li>is when he finally feels a strange sensation in the wind that he knows something has happened. this feeling makes him head to the windrise tree, where he finds you under the branches of the great tree, waiting for him with a smile.</li><li><em>“is alcohol still affecting me? because it seems to me i'm seeing an angel.”</em></li><li>you can't help but laugh at his words. you've missed him terribly too, and he knows it. he responds with a giggle, jumping into your arms, his cute face accompanied by a pink hue on his cheeks, and on his lips a smile that nobody's gonna be able to remove in days.</li><li><em>“you're going to tell me everything you've done, right? and i want all the details. come on, sit down with me!”</em></li><li>this is simply a synonym for “i want to hear your voice again until either of us falls asleep. although i would never get tired of it.” you are a blessing to him, and he will listen carefully to everything you have to say, and you cannot blame him if his attention is ever directed to your face, leaving your words and every sound in the background.</li><li>all venti can think is that you're not gonna leave again if you're not taking him with you.</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-06 07:15:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>reader taking care or albedo, venti, and Childe</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Albedo<br></strong><br></div><div>bro i swear he will try to deny that he’s sick<br><br></div><div>yk maybe its just me but like cmon you think he wouldnt try?<br><br></div><div>even if his nose is stuffy as he blows into a tissue and stiffles a cough,,, he’d still try to just, “i’m fine, dear. i have field studies to run today.” because he doesnt want you to worry about him :((<br><br></div><div>stop him before he reaches the front door and drag him back to bed rn.<br><br></div><div>also want to take a moment to say,,,, CAN HE EVEN GET SICK????? he’s made of chalk and he’s on dragonspine constantly i mean surely he’s either constantly sick,,, or he’s built up an immunity to the cold and the exposure of dragonspine. but lets just say he was doing experiments,, accidentally dropped said experiment and the fumes in the vial was not meant to be consumed or smelled in any way and got into his system which is why you now have a sick ‘bedo in front of you trying to get past you to the front door.<br><br></div><div>you simply refuse to let him leave as you gently push him to your shared bedroom to lie down in bed, bringing the soft blankets up to his shoulders as you touch his forehead.<br><br></div><div>his face is slightly sweaty from the heat of his rising temperature and you sigh to yourself before walking out of the room, returning with a glass of water and medicine he made specially with alchemy for a boosted effect for if either of you got sick. is that how it works<br><br></div><div>he’ll be more willing to obey now as you stay near him, making sure he doesn’t try to get up to go write papers or conduct experiments. his fever getting to him as he eventually falls into slumber, you smile to yourself as you place a cool rag on his forehead.<br><br></div><div>his soft features relaxed as he slept breathing softly through his mouth due to his stuffy lil nose, you got up and went into the kitchen quietly to make him soup so he had something to eat that day.<br><br></div><div>in the middle of stirring the pot full of the warm and delicious liquid you heard the soft thumps of footsteps nearing you, turning to look at the owner of the sounds you saw a sight you rarely get to see.<br><br></div><div>albedo’s hair disheveled and messy from his tossing and turning in his sleep, his eyes drooping ever so slightly due to exhaustion. he coughs into his elbow as he nears you, but stops with his arms out in the air as he looks at you as if confused by his own actions.<br><br></div><div>”I probably shouldn’t—“ Too late, you hugged him anyways which he gladly accepted as he tried to smell what you were making.<br><br></div><div>With another small sniffle you softly walked him back to bed, explaining that you were just about to bring him the soup and you don’t fail to notice the look of adoration he gives you as you tell him while tucking his body back into the soft bed.<br><br></div><div>you turn the stovetop off, moving the pot and taking a small bowl to have some of the soup in. your feet glide across the floorboards as you enter the bedroom, moving the small rocking chair he uses for reading close to the bed as you take a seat in it next to him.<br><br></div><div>poor ‘bedo’s heart swells at your kind gesture and his brain lags when he goes to reach for the bowl with a small ‘thank you’ only for you to pull it away from him, keeping it against your lap as you take a small amount onto a spoon and hold it up near his face.<br><br></div><div>”no, ‘bedo i’m going to take care of you, so you can get better soon.” you smiled, hesitantly he accepts the spoonful of soup, the warmth engulfing his mouth and throat in a pleasant feeling as the taste lingers on his tongue while he patiently waits for each bite.<br><br></div><div>you catch yourself giggling at the sight of the chief alchemist waiting for each spoonful of soup like a small child, and your gaze softens when he’s finished the soup and whispers,<br><br></div><div><em>”thank you, my dear. i intend to repay your kindness after i’ve recovered.“<br></em><br></div><div><strong>Venti<br></strong><br></div><div>NONONO BECAUSE YOU CAN’T TELL ME HE WOULDN’T ACCIDENTALLY MAKE HIMSELF SICK WITH HIS COLD AND WILD WINDS THAT HE BLOWS AROUND CONSTANTLY AS HE PLAYS HIS LYRE OR EVEN WHEN HE’S BORED/MESSING WITH YOU.<br><br></div><div>you cant tell me he wouldnt. you cannot convince me this mf hasn’t made himself sick AT LEAST ONCE with his own gusting winds and strong breezes,, especially if it was already cold outside to begin with.<br><br></div><div>now the entire time he’s sick,,,,, i feel sorry for you because he’d literally act like a child. he’s just annoyed you won’t let him go out into the world with you until he’s better<br><br></div><div>he’s probably tried to fake feeling better but it failed tragically because his voice was hoarse due to his sore throat as he coughed out an excuse.<br><br></div><div>”i’m okay, <em>really</em>, my dandelion. i’m all better now see?”<br><br></div><div>yeah, no,,, we heard you try to not sneeze as you spoke, go back and lie down in bed.<br><br></div><div>his recovery i’d say is probably pretty fast? he’s still an archon so i feel like sickness wouldn’t affect him all that badly, despite his childish behavior during the whole process. it’s just hard to keep him in one place for him to even rest properly or take medicine that’s much needed.<br><br></div><div>”there is no need for that… disgusting vial of syrup, my dandelion. i’m perfectly fine! look at me!”<br><br></div><div>”venti… it’s just medicine and i can tell you’re trying to not cough right now.”<br><br></div><div>the fact you have to force your boyfriend to take medicine LMAO<br><br></div><div>IM SORRY I WONT BULLY IM NOT GONNA BULLY VENTI HERE I SWEAR<br><br></div><div>after forcing the poor archon to take the medicine, you return the small glass bottle back in it’s original location before going back into the bedroom. playfully rolling your eyes as he ”coughs away the disgusting taste”<br><br></div><div>you sit on the side of bed and place your hand on top of his and shake your head with a small laugh that catches the bard’s attention.<br><br></div><div>”what are you laughing at? is my weakened state bring joy to your day?” You shook your head and smiled at him, touching the messy braids hanging on both sides of his face before looking up into his bright eyes as his mouth was turned into a small pout.<br><br></div><div>”no but you acting like a child is very amusing.” you snickered receiving a fake-hurt look from venti as he huffed and crossed his arms looking in the opposite direction of you causing his braids to sway from your hand by the action.<br><br></div><div>you giggle at his behavior once more and turn to the nightstand beside you, picking up a small book about fairytales and repositioning yourself more comfortably on the bed as you slowly read the words on the pages aloud.<br><br></div><div>the bard turns and watches you in the corner of his eye before he finally gives up his act and leans closer, not caring of the fact he’s literally sick<br><br></div><div>each word you spoke quietly lulled him closer and closer to sleep, his head resting against your shoulder with his hand on your arm that held the book, as your other flips each page.<br><br></div><div>it only took about ten pages before you heard soft snores and breathing from beside you, a small smile on your features as you read the book but more quietly now.<br><br></div><div>you could only hope he got better soon, you cared about his wellbeing before anything else and you hoped he knew that even as you shoved medicine in his mouth or made him have soup and crackers when he needed to eat.<br><br></div><div><strong>Childe<br></strong><br></div><div>now this mf<br><br></div><div>if you thought he was annoying before,,,,,, it’s worse now.<br><br></div><div>i pray that even YOU can recover during this time as well because oh boy will you have to endure the loud whines and groans he makes, or when he tries to hold you close and kiss you despite himself being sick.<br><br></div><div>now how he got sick????……. LMAOAOAOA<br><br></div><div>the night before he had tried a new recipe, something that on paper looked easy,, but after actually cooking it he realized just how difficult it truly was to make.<br><br></div><div>will never admit that you offered to help to keep him from getting himself sick. claims you never said such things and will fight you on it from where he lays in the bed.<br><br></div><div>now, after he had finished his……… cooking, he plated it for the both of you to try.<br><br></div><div>sitting in his seat at the table across from you as he watches you intently to see you try it.<br><br></div><div>OBVIOUSLY YOU DONT BWAHAHA<br><br></div><div>you take one look at the dish and a small sniff before you’re slowly pushing it away and whispering a small, “i’m not that hungry…”<br><br></div><div>he scoffs as he takes a big mouthful which you grimace at, and to your surprise he eats his entire plate of it and with a smug look on his face afterwards too.<br><br></div><div>you could only snicker at his current condition as you recall the events that led to this.<br><br></div><div>”babe, please stop looking at me like that and just lay with me.” he whined, his hand on his forehead as he looked over at you who sat on a stool with your arms crossed and a grin on your face.<br><br></div><div>”i warned you about that food y’know.” you grinned, receiving a groan in response from the ginger as he shifted and turned to face the opposite direction of you.<br><br></div><div>”yes you warned me…” he mumbled out. “now come comfort me!”<br><br></div><div>”comfort the harbinger that inflicted this on himself?” you questioned with raised brows, the male turned and eyed you with a huff before he curled up in a ball under the covers.<br><br></div><div>with a sigh in defeat you stand up and walk over to the bed, sitting down on the edge and smiling at how he turns immediately to watch you.<br><br></div><div>”Ajax, you do realize you’re sick right?” you ask with a small smile, the ginger stares at you with a confused expression for a moment.<br><br></div><div>”yes i do know that or i’d be outside fighting and winning battles right about now.” he sighed as he turned back onto his other side to face you fully again. “now lay with meeee.”<br><br></div><div>”i could get sick if i‘m too close to you, Ajax.” you giggled while Childe stared at you in thought for a moment before his blue eyes lit up and a smirk made it‘s way onto his features.<br><br></div><div>”obviously i’d take care you then! i’d be a bad boyfriend if i didn’t take care of my baby when they’re sick too.” He smirked and you groaned with a roll of your eyes.<br><br></div><div>however you let out a small yelp in surprise when you feel a pair of hands grabbing you and pulling you gently into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and holding you in place securely against him.<br><br></div><div>You repeated excuses and protests but are muffled by his shirt and his quiet shushes as he runs a hand through your hair with a sigh.<br><br></div><div><em>”just stay like this til i get better, yeah? then i’ll take care of you afterwards. i promise, baby.”<br></em><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>༉‧₊˚. — waking up next to 4nemo.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><strong>« — aether </strong><strong><em>!</em></strong></blockquote><ul><li>someone stop me</li><li>i could go on for DAYS about his sleepy face</li><li>he looks so peaceful . exploring nations every day is harder than you think ?? definitely a light sleeper, though</li><li>like a lil koala when hes sleepy . will cling to you</li><li>you'll probably wake up with his face buried into your neck or vice versa</li><li>i like to think he sleeps with his hair down &amp; might wear like a little sports headband just to keep the shorter ends out of his face .</li><li>ok enough abt how he sleeps</li><li>waking up next to aether is so ..</li><li>hes very openly whiney, like, every morning . if he doesn't wanna get up, he'll make it veeeeeeery obvious</li><li>" noooooo .. five more minutes, <em>pleeeeease </em>? "</li><li>the second you try getting up . i'm telling you right now he won't let you leave until he's ready JSJS</li><li>but otherwise, he's relatively quiet</li><li>likes burying his face into your skin, fiddling with your hands as he waits for his body to wake up .</li></ul><blockquote><strong>« — venti </strong><strong><em>!</em></strong></blockquote><ul><li>sighs</li><li>no i cant even</li><li>deep breaths</li><li>i like to think venti cant go back to sleep the second he wakes up</li><li>like . hes awake . thats it . there is no turning back JSJS</li><li>so he'll wake up like . in the middle of the night or something &amp; will just spend the next few hours laying with you</li><li>whether you're asleep or not, its not like a bard has much better to do, anyways . he'd spend hours laying with you if you'd let him</li><li>assuming you wake up after him, he's either holding your face like a little baby or holding you super close , listening to your heartbeat , all that sappy stuff</li><li>when you wake up</li><li>i swear the smile on his face is SAKJSJ</li><li>" how did you sleep? ", whispered with a little peck to your nose, rubbing his thumb along your cheek</li><li>if you don't have anything to do, he'll spends most of the early morning chattering away about whatever comes to mind</li><li>if you're still sleepy, he's gonna keep relatively quiet, making little hand gestures n giggling every once in a while</li><li>if you fall back asleep? even better, he gets to lay with you even longer.</li></ul><blockquote><strong>« — kazuha </strong><strong><em>!</em></strong></blockquote><ul><li>help</li><li>kazuha . is definitely an early riser</li><li>he likes laying in bed with you, whether you're asleep or not</li><li>sometimes i think he's afraid he might wake you sooner than you need to wake up ? so he doesn't move around much, opting to just lay across from you and admire your sleepy face</li><li>depending on the day, he might fall asleep again while facing you</li><li>assuming he does? its very likely he'll wake up again whenever you do, like a sixth sense or something yk JSJ</li><li>waking up with him feels . really relaxing</li><li>he's really good at gradually waking you up, if that makes sense</li><li>he may not know much about your plans for the day, and would much rather you have a clear head when it really comes time to get up</li><li>his voice starts off relatively soft, ( similar to how he usually talks, but it's much quieter, a little more low pitched ), greeting you with some cheesy compliment in the form of a haiku</li><li>once he knows you're awake and he isn't afraid of moving that much, he'll pull you close, likes having your ear against his chest</li><li>it's either you two remain quiet, with his humming diminishing that silence, or him asking you about literally anything, just to keep you awake</li><li>if you have nothing to do that day ? he's gonna lie there with you for <em>hours.</em></li></ul><blockquote><strong>« — xiao </strong><strong><em>!</em></strong></blockquote><ul><li>the times where you'd actually get xiao to sleep are few and far between ; being an adepti and all, he believes he doesn't need it .</li><li>howeeever , that in no way means he won't want to lay with you</li><li>the odd time xiao does fall asleep, though, he looks so calm</li><li>with his lips parted the tiniest bit, small, very, <em>very </em>quiet snores will be heard if you're close enough . his lashes flutter every once in a while, and he likes having something to wrap his hand around when he's sleeping, if that makes sense ?</li><li>i just mean like . he needs to have something as an anchor . yk ?</li><li>anyways . waking up with xiao is super refreshing</li><li>like kazuha, i feel he'd kind of wake up around the time you do</li><li>he can just feel you being awake</li><li>when he wakes up, he's a little disoriented</li><li>befORE you get mad at me and tell me that everyone is disoriented when they wake up . look at xiao . does that guy look like he gets disoriented that often . when have you ever seen it</li><li>his eyelids flutter open very very slowly, and although it's only for a moment, the little furrow of his brows says it ALL</li><li>but he's up relatively quickly</li><li>i dont think he's one for laying with you that long, just because he's a tsundere a little embarrassed by it, but i'm sure if he could tell you really, <em>really </em>wanted him to, he'd stay .</li><li>xiao doesn't talk much when it's early, but he'll listen to you if you have anything to say. sometimes he'll go ahead and ramble about something, but thats when he's <em>really </em>tired, yk?</li><li>not huge on physical affection, but if you're tired, he'd gladly hold you close while the sun rises.</li></ul><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Lending them your sweater &lt;33</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>ZHONGLI</strong> wears them at home, it reminds him of you. He washes them before returning it to you! <em>"Ahem, thank you for lending me your sweater *</em>insert long speech here that he prepared yesterday*<em>"<br></em><br></div><div><strong>ITTO</strong> appreciates your kindness, but he wouldn't need it. Let's be honest here...uh this man probably can't fit your clothes, so he uses it as a scarf instead :) JUST IMAGINE WHAT IF HE SWEATS A LOT AND- D:<br><br></div><div><strong>VENTI</strong> ties your sweater on his hips, he brings it everywhere with him too! <em>"Thank you for lending me your sweater! I'll take good care of it don't worry!" </em>he lied. By the time he returns it to you, it'll smell weird.<br><br></div><div>My man <strong>DILUC</strong> literally uses your sweater as a pillowcase not in a creepy way, he just finds it comforting. Everyday when he gets home exhausted and burnt out from his work, he'll hug his pillow to sleep awwh.<br><br></div><div><strong>ALBEDO</strong> didn't ask for your sweater but he accepts it anyway. You saw him taking a nap in his office table, he looks cold. Without another thought, you draped your sweater over him. The next day he returns it with a shy smile on his face hehe<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>“Quick, kiss me!”</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“What the hell are you doing?”</div><div>A sharp gasp escaped your lips and your foot nearly gave way on the tree you were balancing on. Turning around, you were faced with a sour faced shorter male, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at you.</div><div>“Don’t do that, you scared me!“ You whined, bottom lip jutting out, but it did little to shift his narrow eyed gaze.</div><div>“I asked you a question, dumbass.” Your pout only grew at his blunt reply.</div><div>“Hiding.”</div><div>“Hiding?”</div><div>You hummed, turning away from him to scope your surroundings. No sign of danger yet. Just as you were about to lean forward to get a better look, you let out a startled yelp as the tree began to shake with the force of the harbingers' kick to get your attention.</div><div>“Hiding from who?” He had moved closer now, his body right underneath yours. His arms were also unfolded, like he was on guard to catch you.</div><div>“Tartagli- AAH!“ And right on cue your foot slipped out from underneath you, causing you to plummet right into Scaramouche’s outstretched arms. Despite his small stature, he was actually quite strong, so when you fell into his embrace he didn’t stumble. But it wasn’t exactly comfortable to land against such a hard exterior. You let out a small groan, raising your head to look up at the scowling man who raised an eyebrow when your gaze locked with his own.</div><div>“You were saying?” To anyone else, this would have sounded like an uninterested reply, perhaps even a little bit annoyed. However, you knew him better than that.</div><div>“Quit teasing me…” You grumbled, and you swore for a fleeting moment, the corner of his lip curled upwards. He rolled his eyes before lowering you down to the ground, hands hesitantly planting on your waist to keep you steady.</div><div>“Is he forcing you to do his work for him again?” He asked, hands slipping away from your sides.</div><div>“Not yet, but I know he’ll ask if he sees me. And it’s not exactly like I can say no…”</div><div>“Yes you can.”</div><div>“Scara, he’s my boss-”</div><div>Your reply earned a scoff from him, along with a shake of his head. The bells hanging from his trademark hat jingled slightly and you internally cringed from how loud they sounded to you. You really didn’t want to be noticed by Childe right now.</div><div>“Ohh, Y/N!!”</div><div>You heard a voice call out. Speak of the devil.</div><div>“Great.” Your companion grumbled, hand moving to massage his temple, preparing for the oncoming headache he was about to get if he was seen with you. The eleventh would’ve already been electrocuted if he had his way from the amount of mocking he endured; only his status as harbinger was saving him from an ill fate. Nothing was exempt from his teasing. Not his height, not his temper, and especially, not your relationship with him. You were one of the only ones that actually tolerated his moods, and he would even consider you (albeit, hesitantly) a friend. And the ginger did not shut up about it. Ugh, he could hear him now.</div><div>‘The big, bad Scaramouche has a friend?’</div><div>‘Wow, you actually have emotions?’</div><div>‘So you do have a heart!’</div><div>“He’s coming this way!” His head perked up at that, turning on his heel to walk away from you, but you were faster. And then an idea started to form in your head. Childe wouldn’t bother him if he was on his own, and if you were under the hat… You wouldn’t be seen. And even if you were seen, even Tartaglia wouldn’t interrupt you if you were-</div><div>“Quick, kiss me!”</div><div>“What?!” Your hands grabbed his shirt and pulled him in before he could protest, smashing your lips against his. His hands hovered over your body, unsure where to put them, eyes blown wide. But when he saw two long legs start to come into view, he finally snapped out of whatever trance you put him in and pulled you in closer. Was it to hide you further or to indulge more in this foreign warmth on his lips? He wasn’t quite sure. His hand slid up the side of your neck to delicately cup your cheek, his other staying on your waist. However, just as he was about to truly melt into you, you pulled away abruptly.</div><div>“Sorry! I don’t know why I-“</div><div>You didn’t get to finish your thought, he was already pulling you in again, lips moulding against yours once more. Once he saw your eyes shut, he pulled away, wanting you to feel the loss he did just now. Petty, really.</div><div>“He’s gone now.” He breathed against your lips. And yet, you two were still under his hat, hidden away from the world. All you could do was nod as the both of you leaned forward once more.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-13 10:16:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Scaramouche, the balladeer. 6th of the 11 Fatui Harbingers, his name alone carries enough weight to crush royalty and even celestial beings under his boot like a common roach. If you were to bring up his name in conversation, you might be able to see a flash of morbid fear in the eyes of his subordinates- nervously looking over their shoulder just to make sure he wasn’t nearby. Scaramouche is a highly feared man of power, pride, arrogance, and a nonnegotiable need for obedience. So of course, of course someone as lovely as you wouldn’t willingly be with someone like that! When you walked into a room, people relaxed and flashed a warm smile at you, only for that smile to drop rapidly the moment your boyfriend trailed in behind you. Whispers would soon fill the tense atmosphere, curious eyes filled to the brim with pity and worry. What a cruel man, keeping (y/n) hostage. How long until (y/n) leaves him? Will he let (y/n) leave him? Poor (y/n), trapped in a loveless relationship…what utter fools.</div><div>Words travel fast when the mouths that speak them never shut, always eager to hear the latest gossip and news. So when people witnessed what appeared to be a loveless, one-sided relationship, vile words and accusations spread like wildfire. You paid no mind to it, knowing the actual truth. But over time, you noticed Scaramouche slowly pulling away. The already scarce affection you received turned into nothing more than fleeting touches and longing stares, and you could see the apparent loneliness and yearning concealed behind anger with every word he spoke. “For the last time, I’m fine. Go bother somebody else.” He scoffed, turning away from you yet again- you trailed behind him, biting back your agitation with his forced arrogance. You’d just been trying to ask if he’s alright, yet he acted like you were accusing him of tyranny.&nbsp;</div><div>“Scara, please, you’re obviously not fine.” You sighed, rubbing your temples almost aggressively while trying to ease your increasing headache. “Did I do something wrong? Why are you avoiding me?” Silence, his back faced you and his shoulders sank impossibly deeper against his body. He tried to appear busy, “sorting” through papers you’d just organized moments ago. Taking a slow breath, you stepped forward and rested a hand on his shoulder; only to flinch back when he harshly brushed it off and away from him.</div><div>“How many times do I need to tell you?! I’m FINE so go, go run away to someone else! Maybe they’ll be nicer to you!” Scaramouche spat, still refusing to turn around and face you. You gasped, eyes widening-- yes, he was known for his brash language, but almost never to you. To you, he was Kunikuzushi. The socially awkward boy who hid his dreams and desires behind a mask of anger and pride, the boy who blushed whenever you complimented him and always denied the kind things he’d do for you. He had your birthday as his password to most things, every date you’ve ever had memorized to the last detail, and always had your wellbeing at the forefront of his mind. While he wasn’t a total gentleman with his words to you before, now…he talked to you like a mere subordinate.&nbsp;</div><div>Despite struggling to breathe in the tense atmosphere, bitter and vile words poisoning the air, you sucked in another breath and grabbed his shoulder again before moving in front of him; and he couldn’t look away before you saw everything. Teeth harshly sinking into his lower lip, tears brimming in his wavering eyes and threatening to fall, skin paled and eyebrows taut, gods he looked seconds away from a meltdown.</div><div>“Oh, Kuni’...” You trailed off, moving your hand to cup his cheek and brush away a single tear- willing away tears of your own even as they bubbled in your throat.</div><div>There was a moment of peace where he leaned into your hand, but then the dam broke. “NO, GO AWAY- I SAID GO AWAY, LEAVE!” Scaramouche panicked and thrashed in your hold, freely crying into the open air against his will and contradicting every word he forced out by keeping an iron grip on your shirt. Even as he screamed profanities through a broken voice that cracked and wavered, you brought him into a gentle embrace. You stayed silent as he trailed off, heavy gasps through bitten-back sobs being the only sounds filling the air. “Why…won’t you leave…everyone wants you to leave…” He scoffed, keeping his eyes away from you but moving his head to rest on your shoulder hesitantly. “Don’t--Don’t you want to leave…?”</div><div>Scaramouche practically melted into you, hiding his face in your clothing and fisting your shirt in his hands. You shook your head rapidly, hugging him tighter with a watery laugh. “Of course not, you idiot…that’s what this is about?” Your hand trailed up and down his back before starting to play with his hair; soft and fluffy without the pressure of his hat. “Love, their words hold no truth. Those rumors, they mean nothing, because they don’t see what I see. You know what I see?” You cupped his cheek, slowly pulling away to give him time to hide himself if he wanted, but he didn’t. He leaned into your hand and averted his gaze, but kept his pale and tear-streaked face in front of yours.</div><div>“...What?”&nbsp;</div><div>“I see my boyfriend. He’s really cute once you ignore all the creative insults, and he has the face of an angel once he stops scowling.” He scoffed, the slightest pout on his lips while he bit back a retort. “Despite how scary he can be, he still tries to be kind to me, because he loves me. And I know that. I know that you love me, so of course I don’t want to leave.” Slowly but surely, red-lined eyes met your eyes; indigo and lilac irises still hazy, but focused on you nonetheless. “Because I love him too. He can be a jerk sometimes, but that’s how I fell in love with him. If I wanted someone ‘nicer,’ don’t you think I would’ve left already?”&nbsp;</div><div>Scaramouche nodded hesitantly, reaching up and resting his hand on yours while your thumb still stroked his cheek. “You…idiot.” His words held no malice, not the slightest hint of agitation; ‘idiot’ might as well have been a proposal to you. He sighed, the smallest of smiles on his lips when he turned his head to kiss the palm of your hand. “You mean it? Swear it, if you do.” Finally, he fully met your gaze, eyes expectant with stars glimmering over the surface, hopeful and pleading as he awaited your answer. He looked almost like a puppy, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.&nbsp;</div><div>“I swear in the name of the Tsaritsa, I mean every word. Please don’t doubt it, especially not because of some uneducated idiots?” The sound of his soft laugh caught you off guard, even when it cracked from his previous screaming and shouting-- it still sounded so beautiful.</div><div>“Fine, fine, I won’t.” Scaramouche paused to rest his head on your shoulder again, too tired to put up his usual hard-to-get front.</div><div>“...Thank you for loving me.”</div><div>“I love you too.”</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Blooming Hearts Open</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>You opened the door to a florist's shop in Inazuma, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the variety of blooms. Smiling, you picked out a bouquet of purple, indigo, and blue flowers. 'Scaramouche would love these, they're absolutely gorgeous.' A small sum of mora spent on the bouquet wouldn't bother him too much, and after paying, you thanked the cashier and left.</div><div>Scaramouche grumbled, setting the feather pen on his desk without care. Stacks of paperwork only grew, and he knew that it wouldn't end at all. After all, he was a busy harbinger, wasn't he? But what bothered him most is that you haven't come to check on him in a while. He simply brushed it aside, took a sip of water, and continued to burry his nose back into the parchment.</div><div>An hour later, a sudden knock on his door made him jump. Who would be here at this hour? Shaking his head, he ignored the knocking and proceeded to scribble down words. It was just the usual paperwork, and he always had a blank mind when doing so. But who the frickin' hell is knocking on his door, at 1 A.M.? Finally, after getting so disturbed and annoyed by the constant rapping, the indigonette swings open the wooden door and is met with your surprised expression.</div><div>Though, here's the problem. Scaramouche completely forgot that you hadn't checked in on him in a while, and well... He sighed, glaring up at you. "What do you need now? It's fucking 1 A.M.!" he yelled, swinging his arms. "Are you crazy?!" Seeing his tone, you stepped back a bit and looked down.</div><div>"I-I just wanted to deliver these to you..," you trailed off, hesitantly bringing the bouquet out from behind your back. You waited for his harsh words, but they never came. Glancing back up, you noticed that he was staring at the flowers- not in liking, not in admiration, but in pure disgust.</div><div>"All this commotion just for a stupid bundle of flowers? Get your mind together, you shit," he seethed, rubbing his temple with his palm. "God, you can find these fucking flowers ANYWHERE. And you'd waste your mora on this piece of trash?"</div><div>You winced at the harsh words and recoiled, slowly stepping away from him. "Okay. I'm sorry. I'll leave you be, now... Balladeer," you muttered carefully before swiftly moving far away from the man's office. He stood there, huffing in victory, before shuffling back into his office and slamming the door shut. Then, burying his face back into work once again, he ignored every single knock and tap that dared come upon his door. That was, until 3/4ths of the stacks of papers were finished off.</div><div>"5 A.M.," he squinted at the clock in his office, processing what he just read. "Oh fuck." Scaramouche abruptly stood up from his desk and (for once) put away his work neatly. He spent about 30 to 40 more minutes tidying up his work space, smiling in satisfaction when everything was put back in place. Folders were stuffed, pens and writing utensils stored in their corresponding holders. The male trudged out of his office, slamming the door shut and dragging himself out of the HQ. Opening the map at a waypoint, he selected the portable waypoint near your residence and disappears into blue particles without a thought.</div><div>He reached under the doormat, pulling out a spare key that unlocked the door to your home. Though, when the harbinger steps in and isn't greeted with the usual hug, he immediately felt as if something was wrong. One thing he didn't know was the fact that something really was wrong.</div><div>Scaramouche looks around, calling your name once or twice. "(Y/N), if you plan to continue playing hide n' seek, I might as well leave and sleep elsewhere." Frowning when he receives no response, he proceeds to press on further into the house. The man reached the kitchen, and on the counter lied a bouquet of familiar blossoms. "This feels wrong...," he mumbled, "(Y/N)?" The house only echoed back at him, so he continued to wander around. A lonely silence engulfs the building, as if no one really were there except him. Thoughts of both hopeful and negativity tossed his brain back and forth, until he finally gave up and buckled to the floor.</div><div>1 hour of searching around the house, dragging his tired body everywhere, and yet Scaramouche found nothing. His knees buckled and he fell to the floor, wondering where you could have gone. Panic invaded his mind as he scolded himself for pathetically sitting on this stupid floor while he could be using this time to look for you. Pushing himself up, the indigonette retreated back to the kitchen and stared at the flowers. What were they there for? He frowned, attempting to recall why they seemed so familiar and- oh. "Oh shit," he breathed out, barely above a whisper. 'They... they probably aren't even sleeping here tonight.' The man sighed in defeat before retreating to the bedroom the two of you had shared and sitting on the edge. Exhaustion carefully creeped its way into his body, and he felt the need to just give up and retreat to sleep. 'You.. You must be so tired of me, (Y/N),' he chuckled, changing from his uniform into a pair of cozier wear. 'I don't even understand why you're still with me, and what's keeping you from leaving me. You clearly have your own choice to go, and yet... you stay.'</div><div>Scaramouche scooted into the blankets, eyes wide open in the early morning. No, he couldn't sleep when he didn't know if you were safe or not. 'Try. (Y/N) always told me to try,' he reminded himself. 'Maybe they'll be here when I wake back up. It's always like that, right?' He focused on trying to find pleasant images, but all that he could scavenge out from his brain were just.. emptiness. Eons of loneliness, countless years of desperately finding company. Days turning to weeks turning to years... Everything repeated, and repeated, and repeated. The only time he could think of pleasant things--</div><div>was when he knew you were safe, and when you were nearby or in his presence.</div><div>A sudden knock on the door made him (quite literally) jump from the blankets and off the bed. He was at the door in a second, sighing in disappointment when it turned up empty on the other side. The man began to walk away back into the house, until he heard a call of his name. "Scaramouche?" you mumbled, appearing in the doorway. "Sorry, there were some things I dropped elsewhere and had to pick 'em up. That's why I, uh, didn't look like I was there at the door." Your hands nervously fumbled with the handles of the cloth bag you had brought out with you, which had baked goods inside. Bought baked goods. While buying the treats, you thought that if your lover had returned and had a decent sleep before you got back, then he would appreciate some breakfast. Then, it hit you after you walked outside of the bakery. "And you'd waste your mora on this piece of trash?" The sentence wrung in your head until you had shaken it out, strangers staring at you while you shook your head back and forth in front of the building.</div><div>"I, uh, have to put something away," you chuckled, briskly walking past the indigonette. 'Strange,' he frowned. 'No regular greeting. Probably because of what I said, or they're hiding something.'</div><div>"(Y/N)?" Scaramouche yawned, following after you. "It smells like that one bakery you liked to go in all the time." 'Well no crap, I literally just bought things from that place,' you sighed, 'I guess it's better to tell him rather than let him find out later and have worse consequences.'</div><div>"Yeah, uh, are you hungry? I bought some food and snacks from there earlier, so," you hummed, unpacking the bag and leaving the bagged goods in cupboards.</div><div>"Mm... Fine," he spat out. Typical Scaramouche. "I'll eat some, just because I'm hungry. It's not like I like that bakery anyways." And for the first time that day, he heard your laugh. You were surprised yourself to hear yourself giggle, yet you let it go either way.</div><div>"I bought the usual that you had, or do you want to try something new?" you smiled, turning around to face him then.</div><div>"...I won't be eating anything if you don't tell me what's fuckin' bothering you," he scoffed, secretly smiling at the fact that you were surprised he was able to read you. Or maybe he knew what he did wrong in the last few hours. "So? What is it? Feed your boyfriend or let him starve?" You stood there silent for a bit, setting the food you had picked up to give to your boyfriend back down on the table.</div><div>"Well- for starters- uh.. It's about what happened yesterday, you could say, like during 1 today or something like that...," you trailed off, remembering what he said. "Th-The flowers and all." The room dropped silent, and you began to panic. Had you said the wrong thing? Was he thinking about how you bought the baked foods? Or was he beginning to finally think about breaking up with y-</div><div>"(Y/N), I-I-" he stutters, cursing himself for stopping mid sentence. Scaramouche had thought this through during the time you were gone, and figured he might as well spit it out now. "I'm... I-I'm sorry! There. I-I said it. Fuck. I wasn't supposed to say that- hey, stop laughing!" You couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles when he started saying what was on his mind. "Ugh, whatever. I just want you to know that I, uh," he paused, scolding himself again. "Fuck. Er- dammit... Uh..... Th-The flowers! They're... pretty. I, uh, appreciate them, but, er, don't know where to put them."</div><div>"W-Wait, what?" you stared at him in bewilderment, "You don't want to break up though?"</div><div>"Why the fuck would I." It sounded more like a statement than a question, a habit of Scara's. "No shit, Sherlock, I wouldn't. Technically I should be the one asking you that.."</div><div>"But.. How so?" you muttered, frowning. "I-I don't get how you would blame yourself, like-"</div><div>"No, listen to me! I've been the one acting cold to you! I've been saying mean things left and right, and you just take it! I don't treat you like a proper boyfriend should! I barely have any time for you! I make you upset! I cause you to think that it's your fault! I leave a negative imprint- everywhere I go! Why are you still with me?! You should be tired of me already! You should have left a long time ago! I'm not the best person! You deserve better!" he yelled out, sentences eventually morphing into sobs. "I'm not the person you should be with, I don't deserve you! You deserve someone better than me! I'm not the man you should be with! Hell, even Tartaglia would be better off dating you!" You stared in shock at his outburst and reach out towards him.</div><div>"Scaramouche...," you whispered, walking forwards until close enough. "Scaramouche, I.." Cradling his face in your hands, you looked into his glossy eyes. They reflected off loneliness, sadness, emptiness, and the word bank stretches beyond. A sigh slipped from your lips as you suddenly pulled him closer into your warm, comforting embrace.</div><div>"Scaramouche, Balladeer, Kunikuzushi...," you mumbled into his ear, "I'm happy and satisfied with what I already have. And I have you. I'm satisfied with that. I long for no one else except you. You are whom I wish to spend the rest of my life with. And even if I pass away," you paused, taking a deep breath, "I'll still be with you for every other day that stretches beyond and past my death. I will not forget you. I will be reborn into the world if possible, and I will find you again. Because you are the only man, the only one I'd like to live side-by-side with. There's no one else out in the world like you. No one else can replace you. You're the only Kunikuzushi I know out there, as well as the only one existing. At this point your name has been engraved in my heart. I can't leave you, it'll hurt me too much. I'm happy with you, even if I get hurt. You are the one I love, and the only one I will love forever."</div><div>----</div><div>That day, you ended up sleeping almost through the entire day with him in your arms. Blooms of purple and blue were scattered around the room, giving it a floral and romantic yet comforting touch. This was truly home. This was where the two of you belonged. In each other's embraces.</div><div>—————————————————————————</div>]]></description>
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         <title>you ask them what their dick size is.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>CHILDE</div><div>when you asked him his size, he lightly chuckled and then smirked at you. he probably knew his size accurately for he measures it every once in a while.</div><div>it's safe to say that he's proud of the size of his cock — it was definitely enough to break you and make you cum in minutes. in fact, he is planning fuck you until you can't walk anymore.</div><div>"why don't you see for yourself?" you couldn't help but blush at his words. clenching your thigh as you try to stop the sudden horniness. how he loved your reaction.</div><div>"8.5 inches, baby."</div><div>your eyes immediately widened, it was too big for your own liking. who in the world has that big anyway ?! you knew you couldn't handle something that big.</div><div>your size definitely differs from childe for he's one of the tallest people you know. even if you sat on his lap, he would still be a few centimeters taller than you.</div><div>so you wondered, how will your cunt take on his massive dick?</div><div>SCARAMOUCHE</div><div>you were sitting on his lap as he does his work when you felt his dick. that's why you couldn't help but ask — of course you knew it was large. you felt it whenever he pulled you close, you saw it whenever you made him hard.</div><div>a cocky grin was already plastered on his face when you asked him his dick size. maybe because he himself knew that the few missing inches of his height went to his dick.</div><div>" 7.5 inches, you'll handle that for me. won't you ?"</div><div>his hands made its way to your chin, pulling it closer to his face as he wore a teasing smile. you swallowed your own saliva as you felt his throbbing dick once again.</div><div>the man felt impatient as you couldn't answer his question — who the fuck would take on such a big dick when it was your first time ?</div><div>"it's not like you have a choice. you'll need to take it like the whore you are." he whispered to your ear.</div><div>KAZUHA</div><div>you two hung around the ship a little bit too much and you were definitely close enough to ask him such question — at least you thought so.</div><div>kazuha had always been gentle but he definitely liked seeing you in a state where you blush for him. therefore, he loved teasing you. when you asked him his size, he was definitely shocked at the sudden question but was able to regain his composure.</div><div>he wore a teasing smile as his hands traveled in your chin. "you sure you want to know that, princess?"</div><div>his plan suceeded, you did blush that had resulted him to release a very deep laugh. he knew he was large but he was not the type to measure it ever so often. at this point, the man could only estimate.</div><div>" around 7.5, love. "</div><div>it was funny due to the fact that you didn't even know what to say after having such courage to ask that dirty question. whats funnier is how you two are having such shameless conversation as you and him were aware of the existence of the crux fleet members a few meters away.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>When you used to be in a toxic relationship</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Scaramouche</div><div>you were closed off about your relationship with your ex and he didnt really ask much. youve always seemed too cautious when talking about them, youve said very little but each time, he could see the twitch of your lips turning into a frown.</div><div>It was a sign most probably, and he gained sour feelings for your ex even if he doesnt know anything about them. The way your face drops whenever you hear their name makes him know they did something to hurt you</div><div>Memories of each thing they did to you stuck to your reflexes, movement, your behavior in general. And god knows what Scara did after seeing you horrified of your boyfriend cause of your trauma from your ex</div><div>He had just gotten home and he walked with slight frustration in his step from a day of work. You were simply making tea for the two of you in the kitchen before you heard a loud thud from outside the kitchen area on account of the frustrated harbinger punching the wall, the noise led you to drop the glass of boiling hot tea as your mind raced back to the past,</div><div>The loud thud was nothing less than nostalgic, it was the very same as when your ex would come to your shared home punching the walls with their vision along with kicking and screaming, In addition if there was a single object you had broken like a glass or a simple toy, lets just say punishment was quite…</div><div>You tried to pick up the pieces of glass but as it pricked your fingers your fear overtook you at the thought of scara getting angry at you over it</div><div>Scara was just about to open the door to your kitchen to apologize for the sudden noise when you ran away with the glass on the floor on small drops of blood glistening on the mess. He saw a millisecond of your figure running away from him through the hallways. He found it strange and fastened his walk to reach you.</div><div>Alas, you locked yourself in the restroom, shaking and trembling at his loud questions and protests filled with confusion</div><div>“Hey—?! Why did you run off like that?!”</div><div>you tried covering your ears from the nostalgic tone of his voice and the bangs on the door, truly, scara meant no harm. He was really just confused.</div><div>“Dont hurt me.. please,”</div><div>your voice cracked as you tried not to cry, you were scared, terrified even that he would hurt you. His heart sunk. Him? Hurt you? He would rather die! The fact you were scared of him made the insecurity and worry dig deeper as he tried to calm you down and open the locked door.</div><div>“I— Y/N…I-I wont hurt you.. i really wont. Just come out..”</div><div>Hesitantly, you opened the door with your eyes red from the flashbacks</div><div>“I wont hurt you.. what makes you think that..” he slowly tried to get you out of the restroom, his grip on your figure tight.</div><div>“… my ex used to hurt me if i ever broke anything.. ‘m sorry.. i wont do it again really..” Your words made him panic more, he had no idea what to say, you were trembling, crying almost, because you thought hed hurt you, and because of the trauma from your ex? He was fuming, but he had no choice but to stay calm.</div><div>“I-i wouldnt ever hurt you— you dont need to be scared of me…i..” he mumbled his sentences to the point of a whisper hesitantly as he slowly but surely took you into his arms and cradled your trembling figure. He could never say those sugary sweet apologies you hear from others but if you squint you could see him lip syncing “i love you”s as he let you lean on him.</div><div>He’ll kill your ex later for now he needs you to know that he’d do nothing to hurt you, he loves you too much for that.</div><div>Childe</div><div>Hes a bit of a curious one..—</div><div>Youll slip in jokes every now and then about how toxic your ex was, but by the way your friends absolutely despise your ex and the way your face droops down whenever he tried to ask what actually happened, he knows full well what they did is more than just fuel for humor</div><div>Always changing the topic when he tries to bring up your ex. He would never hurt you. He loves you more than anything in the world, your the reason he hasnt lost faith in everything even! It hurts him more than you when he realizes for a split second, you were convinced Ajax was going to hit you</div><div>It was a misunderstanding. Nothing like what you pulled him to the living room for. You saw your auburn haired boyfriend in his office in the fatui HQ, but with a woman. Now usually you wouldnt be worried as 90% of the women that enter Ajax’s office is either one of the harbingers or someone that works under him, but she wasnt in fatui uniform and she looked nothing like a harbinger. You didnt get a good look but you could see him grinning away as the woman was talking about something</div><div>That scene replayed in your head all day as sudden flashbacks would race through your mind from when your ex had been cheating on you back and forth. Gaslighting you and hitting you till you forgave them each time.</div><div>You know ajax would never cheat on you.. right? When you brought it up later that day his eyes immediately widened while he put his hands up shaking them to say “its a misunderstanding” while he repeated “no”</div><div>It looked so so so fake. So you pouted and crossed your arms, saying she didnt look like she worked for the fatui at all, just maybe, maybe she was his side hoe or something—</div><div>“Oh archons of course not—!” He raised his voice while he sweat, he wasnt cheating, he needed you to know that. He didnt mean to shout it just came out.. as he shouted the sentence he suddenly sprung up, quickly and from your eyes it looked aggressive. You flinched as in a blink you covered your head with your arms in a protective manner and mumbled “dont hit me”s while you trembled.</div><div>For a second Ajax looked like your ex. But for him, his heart sank as he watched you tremble, it took him a second to respond before slowly wrapping his arms around your shaking frame and rubbing your back trying to calm you down.</div><div>“Hey.. hey id never hurt you.!” He cooed, lowered his voice and kissed your skin. Caressing every shaking inch of you while you apologized profusely. You scrambled an explanation, confessing the things your ex did to you while you stammered sorrys for the misunderstanding.</div><div>He hated hearing those apologies, there was nothing to apologize for. Your ex should be the one apologizing, and he’ll make sure of it. He’s already planning the ways he’ll dig his blades into that monsters head.</div><div>Kazuha</div><div>hes never really been interested in your history with tour ex. Yes, it saddened him whenever he saw your mood just entirely go down when someone talked about him but he never felt like he was in the position to pry.</div><div>Overtime, naturally you would slip the slightest of hints that your ex was a toxic. Be it resorting to violence or just plain manipulation, either way kazuha was furious eachtime he caught onto those hints but he managed to cover it up with a small worried smile. There were times his smile faltered at the horrific things your ex partner did to you and good grief all he wanted to do was sail across tevyat for the sake of giving them a punishment of sorts even if hes never gotten the full story.</div><div>He was already mad enough at your ex, but watching you cry because your so traumatized is just another type of anger,</div><div>Kazuha wasnt home much, he sent a hoard of letter each day but you rarely got to see him, it was one of those days where he could finally come home and you two could both drown in each others touch &amp; scent. He was looking forward to it more than you infact, but alas ‘in every seed of good there is a piece of bad’</div><div>Letters, letters and letters from someone that isnt kazuha nor anyone you genuinely stayed in contact with. The letters were plastered with messy handwriting. Even if you didnt take a look at what the letters said you would already know they were written with pure malice. The contents were even worse.</div><div>It was from your ex. The words were threatening, degrading. “Could you please come back to me?” Written in black ink didnt seem like a question but was more like a demand. It shook you to your core, fat tears just kept dripping and dropping as you read through each line sprinkled with gaslighting and toxicity in general.</div><div>This was supposed to be a joyful day where you met up with your boyfriend and showered him in hugs and kisses but instead you stood frozen, crying and coughing at the fear. Sure, your ex probably wouldnt just come up at your door and act upon the threats but the mere thought made you so so horrified.</div><div>“Y/N! Ah its been so long dove—“</div><div>kazuha froze quickly when he saw you staring at the letters with non stop flowing tears. Immediately he rushed over to you, grabbing your waist and squeezing it, trying to snap you out of your panic. It was a spur of the moment, he had no idea what to do, he didnt even know why you were sobbing this loud but he couldnt stand it.</div><div>Thankfully the tight hug brought you back, he kept his arms latched onto your waist while he tried to calm you down.</div><div>“Oh dear.. shh, theres nothing to be afraid of darling, im here..” each calming whisper settled you down as you leaned yourself on him, still sniffling from your meltdown. As he loosened his hold slightly he caught a glimpse of the pile of letters. “Letters?” The mention made you bury your head into your boyfriends chest before he picked up a letter. He scanned through the letter, each sentence leaving his face in a distorted disgust. He stared wide eyes at each threat, each beg for forgiveness. “This.. is from your ex im assuming.” “Mhm.. i got those letters today..”</div><div>Each tear that rolled down your cheek fueled him with disgust and resent even more. You stuttered out each horrible thing your ex did to you. The possessiveness, the hitting, the degradation, the borderline abuse. And here he was begging you to come back to him? The samurai wasnt having any of it. “I’ll deal with him my love, for now just focus on getting your mind off him.”</div><div>Each touch of his lovingly landed on your skin as he comforted you to the max. His words his whispers of praise for doing so well in such a situation. Right now hes doing everything he can to make you feel better again, but all i have to say is goodluck for your ex once kazuha finds his location</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-13 10:19:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>send all your sins all over me, baby</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>WHY WERE YOU so perfect? Nobody is perfect— but you, you're perfect. You carry yourself in such a way that’s sweet and soft - a way that’s refreshing to the pair. You're pure and delicate, and while Ei likes that about you, your stepbrother could disagree. He sees you as golden— but in a way that's sickening. You shine annoyingly bright, and it makes him hate you. He hates how you insert yourself into his life, and how his mom welcomes you with open arms. Who the fuck are you, and why do you get the luxury of maternal affection? You're perfectly annoying, and Scaramouche hates you for it.</div><div>He hates how you address him. Every morning and every night, with that dumb smile across your face, “Morning, Kuni!”, “G’night Kunikuzushi!”; he's told you a thousand times over to never call him that. Are you dumb? Is your brain so dense that you can't comprehend his boundaries? He hates you for that. He despises how you kiss up to everyone around you. Always offering a hand with dinner and with the dishes, the laundry, the cleaning— every single domestic duty, you're quick to pounce on. Why? He hates you for that, too. Do you crave validation that bad? You intrude in his life. The way you prance around in your short, tight clothes, the way you stay up talking all night with your girlfriends, the way you've swayed his mom in your favor— he hates you for ruining everything.</div><div>Scaramouche is a brat. Spoiled rotten. His mother is to blame, but it's not her fault she didn't know how to be a mom. By the time her control was gained, it was too late. So living in this- house with you makes him tick. Like a time bomb, he ticks and ticks, slowly counting down until he explodes. He tries to ignore you. He tries to live past you, through you, and around you. You're persistent, and that's why you're annoying. Your irritating squeaks of “Kuni!! Come help me!” are frequent, and he hates it. You're helpless and dumb. He sees you as a waste of space. You take up time and he wishes you could just disappear. But as long as his mom adores you— as if you were better than him, you will continue to be a problem.</div><div>He can't stand you any longer. The fake smiles and feigned care for your stories— he can't do it any longer. The way you suck up to his mom, and the way she receives your affection - it all makes him sick. He's so tired of the bullshit. He's been plotting, churning his thoughts deviously— practically dreaming about getting rid of you. He knows your weak spot, and he's observant. To get rid of you, he has to ruin his mom's image of you. You will be shunned and dusted off as fast as you were swept in. He knows how you get when you're alone, the night running over the sky and exhaustion hitting everybody’s brain. But you don't sleep. You're so sure you're alone and safe, and if the mood calls for it, you're not shy to slip a hand in your panties and please yourself. Your soft and sweet moans, your inhales and held exhales — you fall into euphoria at the hand of your fingers. As he creeps through your room, peeking and watching you masturbate, he cringes to himself. You're disgusting. Your legs wide open and your body facing the bedroom door, it's as if you want to be watched, to be caught. Do you want to? You're a slut if you do.</div><div>He's confused as to how you haven't spotted him. You seemed to be doing the minimum, so why are you cumming so fast? Are you that easy? That simple to please? You're weak and transparent. You make it so easy for him to pick you apart— he hates you for that too.</div><div>“You done?” his voice shocks you. You jump, yanking down the skirt of your nightdress, covering your body. You grab a pillow, covering your waist for extra security. Your face is hot, burning in embarrassment as his violet eyes burn into you. “H-how long were you—”</div><div>“Long enough. You're disgusting, you know that?” your eyebrows furrow. What did he mean? You knew he didn't like the idea of a new stepsister, but to say that to you? It hurt. You stammer, your lips moving yet no words forming. How were you to respond? Scaramouche knew how— you weren't. “A disgusting fucking slut. You wanted someone to catch you, didn't you?” you're offended. Your lips purse and your eyes twitch— why was he saying all this to you? “Dumb whore just wants attention, is that it?”</div><div>He enters your room, the door closing behind him as he invites himself in. Silence fills the room as he menacingly eyes you, walking around the width of your bed to end up on the side, leaning down to your face level. His face is incredibly close to yours, centimeters separating you. His exhales fan your face, his mean gaze burning harsher onto you. “What were you thinking about?” he utters the words lowly, anchoring himself onto your mattress as he leans closer. Your lips are now brushing, the faintest touch having you frozen. What were you to do in this situation? Defy him? You hadn't done that before (on purpose, anyway), and you were horrified of the consequences. “What made your sloppy pussy so..” he trails off, his hand sneaking up your leg. No panties? He shouldn't be surprised. His fingers graze over your labia, a shudder leaving your lips. “..fuckin’ wet? Hm, what was on your mind?” you bite your lip, shaking your head as his middle finger slips between your labia, running softly toward your clit. You hum lowly, your body reacting in a slight jolt that has him cracking a grin against you. He teases you ever so slightly, sliding his finger past your clit purposely, but nudging the bud ever so slightly, having you bite harder on your lip. “Tell me. Who were you thinking of?”</div><div>“Were you thinking of getting caught? Does it turn you on? Like the attention whore you are?” his words are rough and mean. You wince at them as they leave his lips, your eyes looking down at his forearm. “Bet you were. Wanting so bad to get caught, to be seen, huh. Do you like being the star? The center of attention?” no, you didn't. He was all wrong, but you were too scared to say anything. You bite your tongue and swallow your words, allowing him to berate you like trash. You're falling victim to his touches, your hips subconsciously rocking against his digit. That makes him smirk in pride. “You're so full of it. You wanna be the star? I'll make you a star.” you don't know what he means by that, and you have no time to think about it when his lips are crashing against yours, forcing you to release your lip and allow him to take control. Your eyes widen, your body tensing further under his touch. His kiss is rough and mean, his teeth occasionally baring against your lip as he lightly grazes over the skin.</div><div>You're frozen beneath him, not kissing back though he works against your lips. He forces his tongue into your mouth, exploring over with the muscle. He pushes your body back onto the bed, climbing on top of you and replacing his finger with his knee, grinding the clothed part against your cunt. It's then when your senses kick in, a subconscious reflex having you gradually joining the kiss, your lips syncing somewhere between. You find yourself in an internal battle— you know it's wrong, the way he's touching, kissing, and talking to you - it’s all wrong, but you can't help but respond. If anyone were to catch you two, all hell would break loose. Those thoughts cloud your mind, your hand slapping against his bicep. This can't happen. You can't let it happen. You're repeatedly banging your palm against his skin, trying to catch his attention. And you do, but not in the right way. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, pulling as he slowly parts from you, a glint of anger in his eye. “Wait- we shouldn't. I-it’s not right and.. mom could walk in at any—”</div><div>His gaze is deadly. You gulp, weakly peering up at him with fear in your irises. “Don't call her that. She's not your fucking mom,” his voice is low- deep and textured. His eyes meet yours, the darkened indigo in his eyes sending you with chills. “You want to be a part of my family so bad… I'll show you what it's like here.” you have no reaction time when he's pouncing onto you, pinning you to the mattress. He's serving you these threats, “I'll make you a star”, “I’ll show you what it's like here”, and it scares you. To the core. He's terrifying and his strong demeanor is weakening your wavering resolve. You're melting like putty under him, falling limp as he takes you. Your nightgown is shoved up, hiked over your breasts, leaving you bare. He doesn't admire you, doesn't even take a second glance at you like any other guy would- and it hurts. Your lips turn into a slight pout as he ignores you, pulling his pants off and pumping his hard-on.</div><div>He gives you no time before lining up with your entrance, pushing the head into your cunt. Your mouth drops, small whimpers passing through. He stretches your pussy to accommodate him as he slithers his whole girth in, bottoming out instantly. The squeeze is tight, and it makes him hiss- a moment taken briefly for him to sit in your warmth. You look up at him with a watery gaze, your lips pursed as you try to adjust. He doesn't give you time to.</div><div>In seconds, he's pulling out until the head dangles in your cunt, resting momentarily before slamming back in. You rock against your pillows, the collision banging your bed frame against the wall. This is how it starts. A steady rhythm of that, brutal but slow pace. The thrusts are hard— a whine or whimper coming from your lips at every hit. His cock delves impossibly deeper with each thrust, the lazy precision hitting your sweet spots easily. Your eyes are brimming with tears, your lips quivering as you swallow your moans. But it's so much. It's so much. It's only a matter of time before you're falling apart, becoming a moaning mess beneath him. “Ah—ah, fuck! Fucking.. hell—! S’good, ‘ts s’good, Kuni!”</div><div>He thinks this is pathetic. You have no shame in the way you moan and cry his name. It effortlessly rolls off your tongue, and though that should and would be something that’d turn him on— because it's from you, it irritates him. It angers him. It angers him how you claw at his skin, reaching for stability in his arms. It angers him how you don't shut up, your voice increasing in volume as you vocalize your pleasure. It angers him how your face contorts in pleasure, yet your gaze never leaves his. You're annoying, and he's only doing this to get rid of you - so why are you looking at him as if this moment was one to be cherished? You're peering up at him with such adoration it's making him sick. For once in your life, could you not strive to be perfect? Perfect for him, to please him though he's trying to ruin your life?</div><div>The thrusts get more frequent. They become angrier and rougher. His hips are slapping against your pelvis with madness, causing you to get swept up in the whirlwind of pleasure and carried off by the fervor. “Fuckin’ bitch..” he mutters, repositioning his grip to your waist, pulling your body to meet him halfway. Your cunt swallows him up easier that way, taking more of him deeper than you could imagine. It's almost painful how he has no regard for you or your pleasure, selfishly pounding into you. You're moaning and whining, yet you're not completely sure if you're on cloud nine anymore. You feel as though you've fallen, and are now boiling in a pot of his anger- simply melting into a vessel for him to use. “Only want.. your slutty cunt stuffed, huh? Wanna be family…”</div><div>He trails off, sucking a harsh breath— holding it until he rams back into you, grinding his hips against yours. He leans down over you, inches from your face like he was earlier, scanning your features. You're mindless at the moment, knocked around and rendered dizzy in the head from his incessantly harsh thrusts. His right hand comes from your waist to your face, squishing your cheeks and puckering your lips, “...yet you're fucking your brother. And you like it, don't you? Greedy like a whore, and disgusting like a bitch.” everything he's saying to you is truthful. He's not like everybody else, who's blinded by your brightness. Your perfect bullshit is a façade he's not falling for, and he wants you to know. To him, your bright light can and will be stolen from you, just like how you stole his life. “Want me to cum in you? Want.. this fuckin’ pussy full of me, hm? Say it. Say you want it,”</div><div>A glob of spit falls through your open mouth, landing on your tongue. Out of reflexes, you swallow, your eyes drifting to his disgusted expression. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you as if he was waiting for your ‘okay’. Perhaps it's because you're fucked out, or confused, or upset at his words, but you hum and nod, looking up at him, “...thank you, K—Kuni...n-nii. Cum in me..please,” you really are pathetic. He chuckles at you, letting his tongue slide over his teeth. If that's all it took to wear you down, he should've done this sooner.</div><div>He takes one final thrust before everything comes rushing through him, a high of a thousand men crashing over him and into your cunt. You gasp and whine at the fullness, rocking your hips against him like a bitch in heat. “I'm not done with you.”</div><div>And that's how it started. You don't know when he recorded the two of you, but the following morning, he greets you with breakfast and a picture. A picture of you, printed on paper, with your fucked out and spit slicked face. That becomes normal. Every day you go out, whether it be to the store, your lectures, with your friends, he sends bits and pieces of your late-night meet-up. You don't know what he wants from you. But it haunts your mind. Every time you see him at home, every time you lay down, he's there. He has this darkness about him, and now you find it looming over you. It plagues your mind, and in the way that you'd rather not speak on. You occasionally end up getting hot at the thought, crossing your legs and pressing your thighs together. You wouldn't lie and say he wasn't attractive- because you found him to be very handsome. But he was your brother, and with the way he treated and talked to you, you shouldn't be attracted to him— but you are. That was your first mistake.</div><div>Scaramouche is no idiot. He knows that you stare at him when you can and avert your gaze when you're about to get caught. He knows that you leave your door cracked on purpose when you're changing and that you “accidentally” leave your towel in your bedroom far too often for it to be a mistake. He's not an idiot, and it doesn't take one to notice how you've changed. How you've started dressing and talking differently, and appealing to his gaze and not everyone else’s. The way you shone is no longer prominent. It's dimmed, darkened by his lingering aura that clings to you. Perhaps that's why you're chasing for more of him—because you feel a need for him. Maybe he's to blame. Maybe it's you. Your weakness, your vulnerability. You're spineless. Scaramouche uses that against you, and that's why you're stuck in his palm. You've fallen into him, and it's uncertain how everything will end. Especially with your stepmom catching onto the difference in you.</div><div>Ei is observant, like her son. She sees how you fawn for his attention. She hears how you gush on the phone with your friends, inexplicitly describing him. She sees how you've changed for him. And though she promised she wouldn't treat you like how she did him, she finds it hard when you are slowly becoming like him. She sees you for you, but it’s proving difficult when Kunikuzushi has tainted you. His grimy paws have a grip on you that's nearly unbreakable - and she can't stand to see you this way.</div><div>She’ll take it upon herself. Calling you up to her room after dinner, patting the spot next to you to have you seat yourself next to her. You gulp, feeling like you're in trouble. Her eyes are soft but her face is dull. She blankly stares at you as you sit by her, your legs hanging off the side of her bed. “I know Kunikuzushi can be much. And I know he's… different. But don't- don't ever let him take control of you.” she leans down to you, her hands coming down on either of your shoulders, rubbing the skin. It's meant to be soothing, motherly— but you tense beneath her touch, glaring up at her momentarily. Is that where this would go?</div><div>“Once he has control, he doesn't let go. I don't want you to fall victim to that.” her words are soft. She means it. She's much kinder to you than Kunikuzushi is, and though she comes off standoff-ish and isolated— she's real. She didn't have to be a good mother at first to be a good one now, and you accept her and her words. A pretty grin stretches over your face, a nod coming in response to her words. She softly smiles back to you, her lips puckering before she lays a kiss on your temple. “That's a good girl,” you pause. You know it may not have been meant like that, but it sounds that way. She looks at you innocently— was she unaware of the weight of her words? She continues to smile at you, her hands falling to your abdomen, rubbing the skin,“Goodnight.”</div><div>You respond with your own farewell, hopping off the side of her bed. You keep your head low, steadying your breathing as you allow the heat to leave you. Your chest rises in an irregular beat, your heart pounding in your chest. Her touch was soft against your skin— and just feeling the warm pads of her fingers touching you, accompanied with her honeyed voice - it's enough to get a rise out of you. “Oh and,” she pauses, catching your attention. “you let me know if he's causing you any trouble. It’d be a shame if he was to jeopardize your success.” she says it as she knows about you two. You nod again, smiling as you watch her gaze drop. If you hadn't felt tension before, you were feeling it now. You sigh in relief when you close the door behind you. It's only when your eyes open from your moment of silence do you notice Scaramouche, his violet eyes seemingly illuminating the dark hallway. He pushes off the wall, inching closer to you. “Got mommy all concerned, don't you?”</div><div>He closes the space, his leg wedging between your own, his arm propping him up against the door. He leans his face to you, the tips of your noses rubbing. “She thinks I've tainted you?” he scoffs, a dry chuckle following. You gulp, the closeness of you two causing a drought in your throat. He erupts a certain fountain of emotions within you— all conflicting and confusing. You like him, but you don't. You want him around, but you don't. You want him to touch you, but you don't. It's an endless dispute between your thoughts — but at this moment, you're feeling sure that you want him. You want him to be spitting the rudest words to you, to berate and bully you as if you were children on the playground. You like when he dumps everything on you- because it's the one time he's real. The one time he's honest and vulnerable, though he may not be aware. You only want to know him. To be there for him, in any way you can. And if that means crossing moral lines and discarding your dignity just to be good to him? You would. You are. “She hasn't seen what I can do. Nobody knows what I'm capable of— but you’ll help me change that, won't you?”</div><div>“Gonna help me even if it destroys your ‘good girl’ image?” his lips move closer to your face, his other hand rising to tilt your head with his index finger. You don't respond, but he knows your answer. “So compliant… so easy.. you almost make me feel bad for you, y’know?” his hand creeps around your neck, a grip forming. Your lips are brushing, and the tension rises higher. He knows what he does to you, and he likes how weak you get. “Cmon, say it. You know it's true.” he lets your lips touch on a minor level, a minimal amount of pressure applied. He's teasing, letting his tongue slip through his lips and trace over the skin of your lips, biting down as he simultaneously pushes his knee up to your cunt. You gasp, nodding hurriedly. “Y-yeah.. gonna be so good, gonna let you use me..!” he grins at the validation. As much as he despises you, you make it easy for him to have control.</div><div>With that, he's pulling off you in an instant, disappearing off to his bedroom. You're left with your thoughts, and a listening ear on the other side of the wood, all too clued into your relationship with him. Your bubbly giggles are giddy like a schoolgirl, your body scurrying off to your room to fawn in peace. This was your life, and you weren't one to exactly complain about that.</div><div>▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ೃ࿔₊</div><div>Being alone with him makes you nervous. Scaramouche himself makes you nervous. But when you're like this, in broad daylight, alone in your home— you get nervous. You get nervous with the way he invites himself into your room, sitting at the foot of your bed as you write away in your notebook. You're nervous at the way he rubs up against your leg, running his hand up to your thigh and inching dangerously close- just before returning his touch to your knee. You're nervous at the way he lays against your bed, his shirt riding up his abdomen, and his chest heaving. He knows exactly what to do to get you to shift in your spot, constantly clearing your throat and adjusting your comfortability. He plays you like a toy- a perfect wind up to his popping surprise churning at the ticking of your buttons. He can read you like a book, and with the way, you gulp as he makes eye contact — he could infer he's making his job easier.</div><div>“I want you.” that shocks you. Your pencil stops writing away at the paper, your eyes widening. You look over to him— and you're expecting that notorious grin that screams mischief - but it's not there. It's his straight face, his eyes boring into you blankly. He's propped on his elbows, his head hanging over his shoulders as he peers back to you. He cracks a small smile at your shocked demeanor. You're entertaining. “My cock.. s’hard— all ‘cause of you. Missed your annoying mouth and your cunt…” you can't tell if he's being genuine. He's not easy to read. But in his tone, and his delivery.. it makes you think he means what he says. He flips over, hopping fully onto your bed. His lips pucker, pressing small kisses in a trail up your leg. His eyes never leave your face, your expression priceless. “You missed me too?” it's hardly been a week since your last… meeting.</div><div>He cracks a smile against your skin. “Give yourself to me.. let me have you, right now.” it sounds more of a demand than a suggestion. You chew on your lip, your eyes flickering over to the window. At any moment, Ei could come home. You wonder, with that in mind, could he be plotting? You want to have faith in him. To have faith in his word and the man he's showing you he can be. Perhaps you've reached your goal, and he's showing you him— all of him. It's the thought of a formed connection that makes you melt, a nod coming as your answer. “Yeah? You're okay with letting me use you? With making you mine?”</div><div>That makes you halt. To give yourself to him was one thing, but to let him claim you? To have you for as long as he saw fit? You weren't sure. His motives are unclear, and though your gut tells you to proceed— you're scared. The consequences scare you. You aren't like this. You don't do this. Guys like him, you avoid. He's made it clear on multiple occasions he can't stand you - so why the sudden interest now? You question his intentions, and you don't mean to ponder on it too much. Out of pure idiocy, you nod slowly, grabbing his hand and guiding it up your skirt. He hasn't been the kindest to you, and you'll never forget any of the things he's said to you, but you trust yourself enough to judge him— and in this moment, you see through to him, allowing him the courtesy of having you. Had you known you'd thrown yourself into the lion's den, you may have considered your decision more carefully.</div><div>He climbs up your bed, his lips finding yours in a rough kiss as his fingers dance toward your pussy, hurriedly making their way to the barrier of your panties. You're wet, of course, soaking through the fabric and coating it in your essence. You're easy, just like that.</div><div>He's harsh as he comes onto you, making you fall back onto your pillows, your body cushioned by the plushness. That gives you a major sense of deja-vu. It takes you back to the first night with him, where you're scared and unsure, and letting him have control of your vulnerability. You're thrown back into the headspace of wavering resolve, the ringing thought of “this’ll ruin me,”, “nobody can know about this.” returning to you. You're reminded of how detrimental this is to yourself and your life. And with the way, Kunikuzushi blackmailed you repeatedly with photos, videos, and audio of that night— who's to say that isn't the case now. You can't fully trust him, but you want to. Is it your perfection drifting from you that's making you realize you're tearing your life apart? Is it the loss of yourself at his hand that's making you remember? Whatever it is, it makes you pause, pulling apart from him, just like you did on your first night. “Wait.. this isn't right— we can't, and we shouldn't…”</div><div>He looks at you as if you were dumb. “Are you joking?”</div><div>That's when it breaks. His short-lived façade, crumbling down before you. His hand cups your cunt, his other rushing up to grip your throat. If you thought you’d seen him upset before— you don't have a clue at what's coming toward you. He's angered, his grip tightening as his eyes narrow, watching you struggle against him. This must be what Ei meant: “Once he has control, he doesn't let go.”. You've tried to strip him of his control. You've given yourself to him and now you're trying to take it back. He doesn't take rejection lightly-- and he certainly won't lose. Everything he's done until now was to ruin you. To destroy you until there was nothing left, and you were weaker than before. He desires to have you crawling for his help, begging to get everyone to like you - only so he can laugh and swat you away like a fly. You're a pest to him— and pests shouldn't invade, let alone disobey. He implements fear into you with the way he doesn't relent on his grip. His fingers push past your underwear and tease your hole as his fingers mark your neck.</div><div>You wince as he nears your face, your eyes squinting and tears brimming your lids. He scares you. And perhaps you were right to be skeptical of him. His teeth grit and his eyes seem to glow— his vibrant purple producing a hypnotizing hue. He's enchanting, even when he's scaring you. “Listen to me.. you won't ruin my life more than you already have,” you nod quickly, out of fear. “you’ve given yourself to me.. so let me have you…” his hand tightens around your neck. He conflicts your mind with the way his fingers dance over your cunt and his other hand pulls the air from your lungs. Your head is feeling empty, sense escaping you with each exhale. You hum against his palm, nodding quickly. You're scared for your life, fearing the possibility of how far he’d go to prove himself.</div><div>He releases you from his hold, watching as you curl over and cough, breathing so heavily and rapidly that the air keeps you choked up on yourself. He gives you no time to recover, tossing you to your stomach. He's positioning behind you, tossing up the flowy fabric of your skirt, yanking your panties down, and exposing your cunt to his carnivorous gaze. His lips are slicked over as he licks them, tugging his pants down and instantly releasing his cock from the barrier of his pants. He wasn't lying when he said he was hard— perhaps it was the slight nostalgia that came with being in this predicament, under similar conditions. He runs the shaft through your folds, naturally lubing himself up with your sweet slick, you shudder, your ass angling up toward him for more friction. He grabs ahold, lining up with your entrance, a sharp inhale coming from him as he slides to your depths.</div><div>Your cunt swallows him as he bottoms out, a choked gasp coming from you as the head of his dick grazes your G-spot. His hand smoothes over your back as he forces you to an arch, his arm extending to the back of your head. He uses you as leverage, pulling out from you just to bury himself deeper inside your pussy. He sighs in deep contentment— the feel of your gummy walls suctioning around him swelling a sweetness in his chest. He meant what he said when he said he missed your cunt. The way your body instinctively adjusts to him, contorting to fit his girth - welcoming him into your depths— all of it is special to him, introducing him to a warmth he's never felt before. He hates you for it. As if you couldn't get worse, your cunt had to be perfect too. That irritation drives him, a mean collision of your hips beginning the harsh pace. He bangs into your cunt with fervor, the meat of your ass smacking against his thighs, his balls slapping against your labia. His pace is brutal, and with the way, he's shoving your face into the mattress, you're caught in the whirl of your breathing, unable to keep up with everything.</div><div>Your moans are muffled, drool running down your chin and soaking the comforter beneath you. Your hands grip at the blanket, your body rocking up the mattress. He's unmatched in the way he pleases you, forcing you into euphoria rather than gradually coaxing you to it. His hand smoothes over your ass, pinching the meat and making you yelp. “Fuckin’ whore…” he kneads the skin of your ass, churning your guts with the roll of his hips. It's sensual despite his words, the degradation rolling off his tongue like butter smoothed on bread. “...Slutty pussy.. so fuckin’ tight— gonna make me cum..!” his voice is choked up, the prominent vein on his cock protruding through the skin and throbbing against your walls. Your sensitivity is through the roof, your back arching further as you prop your ass up higher for him, fighting for him to get that one spot - the one that'll have your head swimming in the clouds.</div><div>The two of you are so caught up— his mouth running on disgusting phrases to your mouth spilling your salacious sounds - you miss the door opening, and nobody other than Ei inviting herself in. Heat blooms in her face, yet her expression stays blank, not a sound coming from her until she's standing before you, her presence looming and becoming known. “Kunikuzushi.” that makes the two of you jump. You freeze, shivering from the tense cold front that blows from the interaction of the pair. “You’ll never make her cum that way.”</div><div>That makes him angry. She slides her purse off her arm, extending her hand to your face. She strokes and plays on your chin, smiling softly before looking back to her son. “You have no regard for her pleasure.. for all you know, she could be faking for the sake of your ego.” she's pushing his buttons. His eyes twitch, his grip on you tightens. “She's a mess. She likes it. Stop meddling where you don't know anything,” the tension thickens - it's almost unbearable.</div><div>“Worry about how shameful she is,” he grips onto your hair, yanking your head back on your shoulders, forcing his mother to look at you. “not so perfect, huh?”</div><div>Ei tsks, hopping onto the bed, her knees planted in the mattress. She leans over, snaking her slim arm between your bodies. “Let me help you.” Kunikuzushi freezes. Their relationship has never been perfect, but this.. this is a different level of dysfunction — and you happen to be caught in the middle. Her nimble fingers find your clit eventually, her soft pads rubbing the nub. You sigh, your body relaxing into her touch. “See that? See how she's feeling better? Aren't you..?” you hum, nodding as you roll into friction. Scaramouche isn't having it. If it was a competition that began to brew? So be it. He’s tired of being on the losing side.</div><div>He ignores how his mother coos at you, slapping your ass before picking up where he left off. His thrusts are never gradual, rough off the bat. He feels the difference in your cunt, your suction softer around his cock. His breathing is airy now, his eyes fluttering as fucks you straight to your high. The words of Ei are nothing but distant in his mind, an echo as he focuses on both of you. He feels a change of pace, and though he'd rather not fall under his mother's instruction, he can't help but ease into this new feeling that only occurred because of her. Wrapped up in his own mind, he's not aware of your orgasm— more specifically the cheers of not only his mom - but you. It's praise leaving your mouth left and right, and he's feeling a swell in his chest. “Look at that, Kuni..”</div><div>“Fuck— ‘ts too much!” you're squealing, not having come down from your previous high enough to fully grasp the stacks of pleasure. His legs drip in your essence— had he made you squirt? Had he succeeded in something? Something that has not only you, but his mom praising him? He feels a difference in the beat of his impending orgasm, the knot tying in his abdomen tightening. He wouldn't believe himself if he’d begun to be swayed by your perfection. you irk him, annoy him to the core— but now, here, at this moment, he can't seem to get enough of you.</div><div>He's washed his sins unto you, the burden of his problems washed away in his fucks to your cunt. He has learning to do, and he's sure with you, he’ll get his redemption. Whatever his mom may think of him, Scaramouche could say he's… content with his life now.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>FALLING OUT OF LOVE.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀</div><div>Falling out of love with Thoma is painful, really painful. You don't know when it happened but it just did. Is it perhaps because he's too sweet? Or because he keeps cancelling your plans to go and meet up with other people? Because he keeps talking to other people whenever he has actual time for a date between you two? Ah, or perhaps you're just an overly jealous person who can't communicate.</div><div>Either way, it's so painful when you realize you're falling out of love for Thoma. Sure, falling out of love in general is hard but this is Thoma we're talking about here.</div><div>The way you start noticing the little things about him in particular as you start drifting away is the most painful. How you realize how he still tries to make time for you despite his busy schedule of running around, how carefully handpicked the little trinkets that he sends you as a gift.. but what's done is done already. You needed to end this.</div><div>And so, in a full-moon in Komore Teahouse, you spoke.</div><div>"Let's break up."</div><div>Thoma drops his utensils as he looks up at you, searching for any hint of what you just said being a lie in your eyes. And when he found nothing, he shook his head as he tried to process your words.</div><div>"I'm sorry.. Whatever I did, I'm sorry. Please, please just think about your words. I can change..! I can change for you! So.. so please don't leave me."</div><div>— 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄</div><div>It was bound to happen sooner or later. I mean, everyone has seen the way the Balladeer treats you. He treats you like a doormat, something just to be used and stepped on. In other words, he treats you like shit.</div><div>While you know how Scaramouche is behind closed doors, you can't still really help taking into heart whatever he says in public. It's painful, it's so so painful. Not only that, you're expected to just.. forgive him? Most of the time, he doesn't even apologize. And when he does, it's usually through him buying you stuff you never even asked for or needed.</div><div>You feel like a laughingstock because of it. And you absolutely hate it, no one would blame you for feeling this way, right? Yeah, so let's just end it. Knocking on Scaramouche's office, you enter as he gave you the permission to do so.</div><div>"Oh, you're here. [Name] can you—"</div><div>"Let's break up."</div><div>Scaramouche immediately looks up at you from his paperwork with a look of confusion on his face, but when he realizes that you're completely serious, this expression would quickly turn into that of anger.</div><div>"LEAVE! I DON'T NEED YOU HERE! I never needed you in the first place, you were just something I needed to get to my goal. So LEAVE, LEAVE LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE."</div><div>— 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀</div><div>How long has it been since you've last seen the ronin? Has it been two months? Four months? A year? You've lost track of time. It's been so long since you've seen him nor even heard his voice. Sure he sends letters every once in a while, talking about his travels and silly little haikus or poems that he made about you.</div><div>But is that really enough? You've had this exact conversation with Kazuha before he left too. The Sakoku Decree has been lifted, and Inazuma is now free again. You thought that Kazuha would finally settle down with you as he's already achieved his goal, but when you asked him, all he did was shake his head in a no.</div><div>"My love, although I truly do love you I've grown to love adventuring places I've never been to. Admiring its beautiful sceneries under the sunsets, meeting interesting new people.. It's just so beautiful to me. Hence why I'll have to leave again. Do not worry, I'll write you letters and visit you once in a while."</div><div>Which led you to this situation, all of Kazuha's letters in hand as you contemplated and tried to figure out your confusing emotions. You picked up a pen and paper as you wrote a letter to Kazuha. What are you supposed to say anyways? "I miss you.", "Come home."? These are things you always say anyways, and although Kazuha always promised to come visit you.. all of them were just empty promises. He must be having so much fun traveling, huh?</div><div>With a sigh, you kept the pen and paper away as you decided to write back tomorrow. That tomorrow turned into next week, turned into next month, until eventually you had forgotten. Has Kazuha forgotten about you too? Of course not, it was apparent from your overflowing mailbox.</div><div>But he may as well just forget about you. After all, where is he?</div><div>— 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄</div><div>Being a Fatui Harbinger's significant other is hard, but being a Fatui Harbinger in general is way harder. You know that, which is why you keep trying to understand Childe. Even after he comes home battered and bruised leaving you to take care of him on your own anniversary, you understood. Even after you got kidnapped to be sold to Childe, you understood. Even after an assailant stabbed you in the gut to get revenge on your lover, you understood.</div><div>Yes, you understood. But it was tiring, it's so tiring. On some worser days, you've imagined having a normal lover and what kind of life you would be living if your lover wasn't in the Fatui, if your lover wasn't a Harbinger, if your lover wasn't Childe.</div><div>Would you be living a life of peacefulness right now? Perhaps you'd have a stay at home husband who cooks great dishes.</div><div>Sighing in response, you contemplated on what to do for a few days before finally exposing your relationship</div><div>"Hi, can we talk?"</div><div>"Not now love, let's talk lat—"</div><div>"Let's break up."</div><div>Childe looked up from his paperwork as he stared at you with an uncertain expression on his face. Was he confused? Was he mad? Was he sad? You didn't know, and you would have guessed that Childe also didn't know from his expression.</div><div>Childe took a deep breath, "Why?" He spoke, voice cracking a bit as he held back his tears. "I..- I did everything for you, I tried to give you anything that you've ever wanted so why..?!" Standing up, he pulled you in his arms as he sobbed on your shoulder. "Please.. please don't leave me, I'll do anything. Just- Just please.."</div><div><a href="https://www.tumgir.com/tag/genshin%20angst">#genshin angst</a> <a href="https://www.tumgir.com/tag/genshin%20x%20reader">#genshin x reader</a> <a href="https://www.tumgir.com/tag/genshin%20headcanons">#genshin headcanons</a> <a href="https://www.tumgir.com/tag/genshin%20imagines">#genshin imagines</a> <a href="https://www.tumgir.com/tag/thoma%20x%20you">#thoma x you</a> <a href="https://www.tumgir.com/tag/thoma%20x%20reader">#thoma x reader</a> <a href="https://www.tumgir.com/tag/kazuha%20x%20you">#kazuha x you</a> <a href="https://www.tumgir.com/tag/kazuha%20x%20reader">#kazuha x reader</a> <a href="https://www.tumgir.com/tag/scaramouche%20x%20you">#scaramouche x you</a> <a href="https://www.tumgir.com/tag/scaramouche%20x%20reader">#scaramouche x reader</a> <a href="https://www.tumgir.com/tag/childe%20x%20you">#childe x you</a> <a href="https://www.tumgir.com/tag/childe%20x%20reader">#childe x reader</a></div><div>598 notes · View notes</div><div><a href="https://www.tumgir.com/blps"><strong>blps</strong></a> · 2 months ago</div><div>Text</div><div>What happens when someone destroys the goodluck charm you gave him iii</div><div>Characters: Scaramouche, Xiao, Shikanoin Heizou</div><div>Genre: violence?? Some fluff as always</div><div>More: i ii</div><div>a/n: ‘how can you write for heizou?? He hasn’t been released yet???’ yes LAJGKESKJF I actually read the billboards in Inazuma city/listen to character about Heizou voicelines and he seems like such a great character.... pls come home- yes it did start with THAT fandesign</div><div>ALSO TAKING REQUESTS :]</div><div>—————-</div><div>Scaramouche</div><div>Instant death</div><div>Xiao</div><div>Acts like it’s the end of the world</div><div>If it’s during combat, they will be 100% annialated (however you write that word)</div><div>He gets grumpy for at least 1 week even if you repared it/made him a new one</div><div>If you thought his mood was bad you better prepare for his sulking</div><div>He isn’t mad at you, it’s more like he couldn’t protect something that meant a lot for him</div><div>So he is mainly mad at himself</div><div>Nothing a few cuddles from you can’t fix ;)</div><div>He says he hates the affection but he’s the one initiating the hug</div><div>Also soft kisses</div><div>Cheeks, nose lips from a peck</div><div>He grows more soft with each of your kisses &lt;3</div><div>Shikanoin Heizou</div><div>He was too distracted solving a crime when someone stole the good luck charm</div><div>He was furious</div><div>But also a bit ashamed he let it slide so easily</div><div>Fear not for the brilliant detective is on the case!</div><div>Drops everything for retrieving his most precious posessions not like he doesn’t already does that</div><div>Anyways he disapeers until he solved the mystery</div><div>And when he does</div><div>Oh no</div><div>Will prank and humiliate the thief until the said thief whishes he could move to another region in Teyvat</div><div>There’s a reason why you don’t mess with this short menace HAHA</div><div>Give him a kiss on his cheek and he will get all giddy with a proud smile</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Who’s most likely to go to the extremes for the reader?</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>zhongli is one of the few to take everything to such extremities, and it's no secret either. he's confessed to you on multiple occasions that should you will it, he'll burn down the entirety of teyvat. such things are no hard matters when he's lived long enough to attain the title of the god of war. he'll plunge the entire world into an era of darkness and suffering. he'll tear himself apart if he needs to. even when he is blinded by erosion and the corruption of the earth digs into this soul, he follows you until his dying breath.</div><div>"the world is nothing," he tells you one cloudless afternoon. he pours tea into your cup, gracefully tilting his wrist as you watch the liquid run down into the ceramic container. "at least, there is nothing to it without you." zhongli sets the steaming drink in front of you, and you are none the wiser to the glimmer of danger from his eyes reflecting onto the liquid’s surface.</div><div>scaramouche has never felt so wanted until he was with you. he's never felt like an actual person until he opened his eyes to your kindness and welcomed you into his heart to the point it's only filled with you. despite his mechanical disposition, he can't help but feel like real flesh and blood when you touch him. that is why he doesn't care whose bones he has to break, whose ashes he lets fly into the wind, whose souls he has to lead to eternal damnation if it means getting to be with you forever. let the whole teyvat bow down for your mercy.</div><div>"i will give you everything." it's not a promise. it's a vow, an oath where the sakura trees are witness to the start of the end of the world. despite the underlying dark tones, he is nothing but soft in his advances as he presses his forehead to the back of your palm. "all the kingdoms, all the lands, all the power you could ever want. they will all be yours."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>♡ venti as a yandere</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>love is a strange feeling they say, they say that love can make you do unspeakable things. are they wrong?<br><br></div><div><br>• venti is always known as a light-hearted, energetic young man, but is he really?<br>• venti met you in angel's share, ever since then venti has been infatuated with you. venti would stalk you, he doesn't want his precious darling to be hurt now does he?<br>• he always makes sure that u go homes safely. sometimes you feel like you're being stalked(which u are) and turn around, but venti has good reflexes so he hides himself pretty quickly before he got caught.<br>• venti would act normal around you, being all playful and fun. but sometimes he says stuff that you've never told him before, most times you're too tired to comprehend what he said or too drunk. if you do know what he said and question him, venti would just say that he's good at finding out peoples hobbies and etc.<br>• ofc u believe him.<br>• venti is good at manipulation, after all - many people dont think that venti the cute, playful young man could be capable of manipulating someone.<br>• venti would make everyone hate you, and give you weird stares.<br>• everywhere you went people would give you nasty looks and turn to other people gossiping about <em>you </em>what could you have done wrong?<br>• that's when venti comes in, venti will question you, and when you break down crying and saying you dont know why people are ignoring you, venti will comfort you, saying it's not your fault.<br>• he'll practically make you rely on him, he's your only savior, the only person who cares, the only person who understands you and your feelings.<br>• venti will kill off anybody who tried to talk to you, he thinks that they're not worth talking to u.<br>• venti.. i would say that he's protective over you, he wants you to rely on him and so he says that he'll always be by ur side and protect you <em>always</em>.<br>• venti will and would stalk you, he knows every. single. detail. about u, he will be extremely nice and formal to your parents so that they like him and accept him. maybe even let him become ur bf.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-15 13:32:39 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Taste of Revenge</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Darkness. Suffocating darkness.<br><br></div><div>Your lungs ached with every strained, ragged breath you suck in, feeling the coarse fabric of a dirty cloth tightly fastened around your whole head brush harshly against your lips. Hands tied with an irritating, thick rope, your wrists were rubbed raw from endless fidgeting to break free. Weariness plagued your body, knowing your vision was stripped from you.<br><br></div><div>Struggling was a fruitless endeavor. All you knew was how bitterly cold everything felt.<br><br></div><div>“Where the hell are you taking me?” you growled through the restraint. Suddenly you were tossed like a ragdoll to the snowy ground. You could feel hot blood trickle down your knees as they scraped roughly against some stray rocks, curses spilling from your lips.<br><br></div><div>“(Y/N)!” a familiar voice exclaimed in horror.<br><br></div><div>The opaque cloth was untied and ripped from your head. Piercing glimmers of white blinded you, forcing you to shield your eyes until they were able to make out the outline of a certain turquoise-caped bard. It was Venti, your best friend.<br><br></div><div>You were relieved to see him. He was your only hope for escape. Then, your eyes followed his deepening glare to the culprit of your abrupt kidnapping—the Eighth Fatui Harbinger, La Signora.<br><br></div><div>“Oh, don’t give me that nasty look, (Y/N). It was inevitable that this would happen,” La Signora smirks, folding her arms and lazily observing her fine nails. “And your little rodent friend let you go so easily. He didn’t stand a chance.”<br><br></div><div>The winds seemed to blow stronger, ice slicing through your exposed skin like razor blades, and the snow became thicker and thicker. It dawned on you that you were just feet away from the precipice of Dragonspine’s peak. There was little that you could really discern of the summit as the blizzard intensified.<br><br></div><div>“(Y/N) has nothing to do with it. Let her go,” Venti demanded, the tips of his Anemo-infused braids glowing faintly in the howling winds.<br><br></div><div>Signora laughed condescendingly as she gripped your hair with her claws, yanking your head as she walked forward. “Foolish bard, she has everything to do with it.”<br><br></div><div>With a snap of her fingers, a few of her Fatui agents restrained you in place as Signora slowly approached Venti with malice in every step of her midnight black heels. Stopping short by just a few inches, her overarching form cast a dreadful shadow over Venti. Her long, black nails dug into his cheeks as she gripped his face with visceral disdain. “Mondstadt calls this a god? Truly pitiful.”<br><br></div><div>“More of an Archon than you’d ever dream to be,” he seethed in response, daring to spit directly in her eyes. “Don’t underestimate me.”<br><br></div><div>She shrieked in anger, releasing him and stepping back in disgust to wipe her face. “Argh, you know exactly what I’m here for, and I intend to retrieve it from you—willingly or by force.”<br><br></div><div>With a twirl of her fingers, Cryo icicles materialized out of thin air and sharpened like knives, suspended around the bard threateningly. Signora chuckled deviously, a low rumble from deep within her throat. “The Tsaritsa has no regrets in allowing me to drag the Anemo Archon to his grave.”<br><br></div><div>“No, Venti!” you yelled defiantly, pulling the Fatui agents forward as you lunged toward him in pure fear. “Please! Don’t hurt him!”<br><br></div><div>Annoyed, the agents thrust you backwards and swung their gloved fist against your skull, nearly smashing your head against a nearby boulder. One of them grabbed you violently by the throat and grumbled into your ear, “If you move again, I’ll break your neck with my bare hands.”<br><br></div><div>Instantaneously, a column of blistering cold winds launched the agents sky-high and tumbling down the snow-caked side of Dragonspine. You were caught in the middle of the strong gust, flung several hundred feet in the freezing air and completely defenseless. With little time to think or prepare to impact the jagged mountainside, you couldn’t muster so much as a scream in terror.<br><br></div><div>“Windblume,” a voice whispers delicately into your ear. You were thoroughly convinced that you were dead, eyes squeezed shut tightly. But Venti was holding you bridal-style safe-and-sound on the ground again. “Windblume, it’s okay... I got you. I’m sorry.”<br><br></div><div>“What a sight—holding the one you love as they’re about to die in your arms,” Signora mocks with an evil glint in her eye, reorienting her Cryo icicles toward the both of you. “I’ll make sure you feel that pain every second of your miserable immortality like I did.”<br><br></div><div>Summoning another powerful burst of Anemo energy, Venti quickly attempted to dodge her attack, ensuring that you were safe and out of her range. A heart-wrenching cry slipped from Venti’s throat as one of the Cryo spears impaled his torso, tainting the pure snow with the blood of a god. Yet, he persisted, “Hah, you can do better than that.”<br><br></div><div>Unamused, the harbinger gripped the Archon’s face with her claws again, this time ready to crack his bones with her bare hands. “This form of yours… isn’t even your own, you insolent fool. How ironic is it that the God of Freedom can’t seem to let anyone go?”<br><br></div><div>“T-that’s rich… coming from the Crimson Witch,” Venti sputtered, clutching his wounded abdomen that is leaking blood between his fingers.<br><br></div><div>“Please,” she hums smugly, forming more Cryo projectiles with another flick of her hand. “You’re a good-for-nothing lowlife drunkard. A nuisance to Mondstadt, pilfering food like the starved rat you are. I’d be doing Teyvat a favor by ending you right here.”<br><br></div><div>With all of your might, you unleashed a powerful vortex of wind from your palm, effectively knocking Signora back in surprise. She angrily eyes the glowing Anemo vision clipped to your hips that you must have recovered from the agents when she wasn’t looking.<br><br></div><div>“Honestly, how utterly stupid could you possibly be—falling in love with a mortal?” she screeched as she is surrounded by a cyclone of ash and embers. You had no time to process her words as she unfurled her blackened, volcanic wings. Signora hurtled towards you in a flurry of fire and ice, igniting a wild flame with her Pyro whip in preparation for a fatal blow.<br><br></div><div>Venti expertly drew his bow in milliseconds to shoot a charged shot of Anemo, which exploded into an abyssal vacuum of death, devouring everything within its reach. The Eighth Harbinger struggled against the ferocious vortex, and in a desperate attempt to turn the tide she unleashed her own cyclones of fiery destruction in all directions.<br><br></div><div>“I promise you’ll writhe in pain for eternity for the suffering you’ve caused,” Signora yelled amid a torrential downpour of flame and turns her maniacal eyes toward you. “Reliving each day as an insufferable, disgusting reincarnation of their form!”<br><br></div><div>Before you could react, the searing pain of fire coiled around your body in the blink of an eye, burning and blistering your skin until blood spewed from the deep lesions. The horrifying wail from your lips that followed shook the unstable snow on the mountain, perhaps even triggering an avalanche below the peak.<br><br></div><div>Clutching your burned flesh with bloodstained hands, you redirected her incoming Cryo projectiles with another gust of Anemo—though weakened—weaponizing her own attacks against her. The impact on your head from earlier began to blur your vision, but you can’t give in. Not until Venti is safe. “You’re insane! This revenge will only leave you just as hollow as you were before. You don’t have to do this!”<br><br></div><div>Signora narrowly avoided your attack, cursing at herself. “You little brat! Why don’t you just die already?”<br><br></div><div>Cracking her whip against you once more, you braced for the scorching heat of her ire but it never came. Instead, Venti was on his hands and knees in a sickening mixture of godly blood and icy slush, the clothes on his back littered with yellow embers around the shape of a long cut stretching his entire spine. His skin marred and agonizingly exposed to the frigid Dragonspine air.<br><br></div><div>“V-Venti!” you screamed in raw, unfiltered pain, pupils like pinholes at the sight of the man you cared for—<em>loved</em> even—barely clinging to the last shreds of his strength on the ground. You fall to his side, wanting to help, to aid him, to clean him up, to save him, yet you were utterly terrified of hurting him more. “How—h-how, w-why? Fuck! You’re—you’re bleeding everywhere! You can’t die on me!”<br><br></div><div>The evil chuckle of Signora echoed in the desolate landscape devoid of life and hope as she approached Venti. “The only deity you’ll ever be is the god of losing absolutely everything you have ever cared for, <em>Barbatos</em>.”<br><br></div><div>A rapid strike to the heart with her bare hands ripped the Anemo Gnosis from Venti, whose congested coughs of blood grew into a twisted laugh.<br><br></div><div>“What are you laughing at, filth?” she retorted, gazing upon the vibrant blue aura of the Gnosis between her thumb and index finger.<br><br></div><div>Venti feebly raised his head, braids messily undone and fading of their turquoise hue. You tried to hold him so he wouldn’t over-exert himself, only to be met with the fleeting glimpse of his darkened irises. “I don’t need my Gnosis nor my Archon form to send you straight back to the wintry hell of Snezhnaya, <em>Rosalyne</em>.”<br><br></div><div>“You dare to—I’ve had enough of your antics, wretched bard. Your reign over Mondstadt will end here,” Signora stokes the flames of her whip and prepares another inferno with a look of malevolence.<br><br></div><div>“Oh? But my dear Signora, you’d be sorely mistaken to turn your back to me,” Venti giggles darkly, sending an unfamiliar, unsettling fear down your spine. With your support, the bard stands up to face the harbinger. “My connection to Celestia has been severed, and now I’m truly free.”<br><br></div><div>The winter storm surrounding the isolated mountain stirred and strengthened into a full-blown hurricane, battering you with snow and ice. Frostbite began to eat at your fingertips and cheeks to the point you could barely use your hands. You needed to find shelter—and fast.<br><br></div><div>A sinister, ominous wind enveloped Venti, howling like the cries of a million lost souls. His hair whipped against his face in a frenzy, tinged with the color of blood, and his irises held the eerie calmness of a storm eye. If only you knew the never ending world of sheer murderous havoc hidden behind those blank orbs.<br><br></div><div>Signora ground her teeth together, stepping one foot back for each foot Venti brought forward. “I-I’ve got what I need. I’ll return to—”<br><br></div><div>You couldn’t hold on much longer, beginning to succumb to the freezing temperatures and your wounds.<br><br></div><div>“Nuh-uh, not so fast. We have unfinished business. Do you truly think you can try to kill my darling (Y/N) and get away with it?” Venti flashed that harmless, joyful smile of his, yet it looked so horribly wrong on his demonic face.<br><br></div><div>“<strong><em>Ehe, you’re dead fucking wrong.</em></strong>”<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>When you say you aren’t theirs, Boys edition</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Albedo<br><br></div><ul><li>He’ll frown and slowly walk towards you, each step echoing through the cave of Dragonspine that you’d set as a research lab.</li><li>Then he’ll slowly reach out, grabbing your hair.</li><li>“If You don’t belong to me, then leave.” He suggests coldly.</li><li>You try only to find it impossible, for the ice has covered your heavy boots and glued you to the cave floor.</li><li>Albedo smiles. “See? You are mine, Y/n.” He chirps before handing you a potion. “And this’ll make sure everyone knows who you belong to…”</li></ul><div>Bennett<br><br></div><ul><li>I don’t think Bennett would take it well at all.</li><li>You were probably exploring some forest of Mondstadt, maybe some ruins even, when he lets it slip that you’re his.</li><li>After you refuse, the air gets hot around you. You’re suddenly sweating. “B-Bennett?” You stutter.</li><li>Bennett says nothing as he walks towards you, wrapping an hand around your wrist. The way your heart pumps blood in heated fear is intoxicating to him.</li><li>“…You’re not part of Benny’s adventure team?” He asks sweetly. The bad luck is getting to him. “You, the sweetest thing I own, wanna leave?”</li><li>“I didn’t say that! I’m just not yours to own…” you explain, sweat dripping down your skull.</li><li>“Well that’s what I heard. And it’s not gonna happen.” Before you can question him, searing pain bursts into your wrist. “Now everyone, even you, will know you’re mine.” He murmurs while brushing your hair consolingly, as if he hadn’t just burned you.</li></ul><div>Chongyun<br><br></div><ul><li>“Surely an evil spirit is inside your body,” Chongyun will claim. He’ll inspect every inch, despite the little part that knows his yang spirit would’ve scared your possessed self away.</li><li>“I am not possessed.” You hiss, swatting his hand away. Tired, cold, tied up, sore. “Let me out.”</li><li>“But… how can I exorcise evil spirits without you, my precious yin spirit?”</li><li>“Like hell if I know! I’m not some tool, some puppet for you to use.” You snap.</li><li>“I know, Y/n. That’s why I keep you locked up, where it’s safe. Because you’re my precious Y/n.” He explains, cocking his head to the side.</li><li>Before you can stop him, he’s shoved his lips on yours, claiming you fully, pulling you closer with his strength.</li></ul><div>Diluc<br><br></div><ul><li>Diluc would let you loose in the wild, I think. Far from civilization and help, but not far from him. And, worse still, from water and food.</li><li>You wander for hours, dehydrated and hungry. The sun is pounding at you back.</li><li>He lets you call out his name. “Diluc, please. Help.”</li><li>“Oh? So if I’m not your master, then why are you calling my name?”</li><li>He gets <em>you</em> to come to <em>him.</em> You become his after calling out for his help, and you know this.</li></ul><div>Gorou<br><br></div><ul><li>Gorou is evidently part dog… so when he’s Yandere, I see him acting more wolfish and territorial than he is from what we’ve seen.</li><li>Therefore he’ll be constantly biting your body, to the point of drawing blood.</li><li>I imagine that he’s one of the worst when it comes to the words ‘I’m not yours’ because of his territorial instinct.</li><li>Like I mentioned, he’s constantly biting you to remind you just who’s the boss. The <em>General</em> here. But the first time…</li><li>Well, when he tastes blood, he’ll usually stop biting. But the first time he didn’t, instead letting you cry and bleed all over him.</li><li>“If this doesn’t make you mine, then I’ll just have to bathe you in a river of blood, yeah?”</li></ul><div>Kaedehara Kazuha<br><br></div><ul><li>Dear god Kazuha would <strong><em>not</em></strong> take it well. He may be a free spirit, and you may be by his side often, but you’re most certainly not free.</li><li>He makes this clear through every word he says. “Dear,” “my precious dove,” “princess,” are all nicknames he’s fond of calling you.</li><li>But when he calls you by your name… it’s derogatory, demanding, and most certainly claiming.</li><li>This man used to be a noble, he’s not unused to calling people out on their shit. And so that’s how he lays stake to you. Your own name turns into a collar for him to pull on should you step out of line.</li><li>But if you don’t let yourself be reigned in… he’ll get even nastier.</li><li>Kazuha is a “tame” Yandere. Like the Traveler and Venti, he very much values a person’s freedom and will to choose.</li><li>That said, when it’s his darling, he’s not afraid to go the extra mile, especially when the darling is being disobedient.</li><li>He’ll take it a step at first. “Y/n, don’t be such a bad girl/boy- come here like a good <em>slave</em>.”</li><li>If you still don’t listen he uses threats. “Continue acting like a disobedient dog and I’ll have to treat you like one. Which shall we use, hm? The ropes or the chains? You would look so… pretty in both, I’m sure.”</li></ul><div>Kaeya<br><br></div><ul><li>How should I put it…. Kaeya is a good looker, as well as a very manipulative person. He knows how to use his words.</li><li>Like Bennett, he’ll somewhat guilt you into his arms.</li><li>Then he’ll whisper in your ear, tight grip against your hips: “see? You’re all mine~”</li></ul><div>Sorry about this idk too much about yan Kaeya<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche<br><br></div><ul><li>As everyone knows, Scaramouche is very much a vocalist at his disproval. Or his anger. Or any emotion, really.</li><li>So when he starts to speak with an edge to his voice after you tell him “I’m not yours”, you know you’re in for something intense and painful.</li><li>Scaramouche won’t even try to hide it when he grabs you wrist, electro tingling up your arm, and drags you away to thw hotel he’s staying at while taking care of Harbinger business.</li><li>He’ll quickly tie you to a bed post and possibly strip you to your underwear before scolding you with his tongue alone.</li><li>“Look at you, sitting there, almost in your nothings. You’re my little bitch, understand? And if not-“ lightning trails up your feet, drawing a scream “then I’ll have to pound it into your skull.”</li></ul><div>Tartaglia<br><br></div><ul><li>Tartaglia is another of the pain to claim their darling squad.</li><li>He loves watching people suffer, watching their brains go into panic mode and try to get them out of the situation.</li><li>He loves the battle.</li><li>So he makes a bet- an absurd one.</li><li>If you win, then you’re free. If he wins, you’re his forever.</li><li>He’ll eventually get you to agree. And, of course, he’ll win. With your freedom in his hands, how could he not?</li><li>So after this battle he quickly topples you, making it clear you belong to him with his words, actions, and most importantly… your own pain.</li></ul><div>Traveler (Aether)<br><br></div><ul><li>Yan!Aether is also like Kazuha in that he won’t chain you up or reel you in literally.</li><li>I think that Abyss!Aether is pretty much yandere Aether to be honest. But he’ll most certainly want you by his side.</li><li>So he’ll invite you places. Whether it’s treasure, cooking, or even a walk- he’ll always get you to be next to him somehow.</li><li>And after you say you’re not an inanimate object for him to claim, he’ll agree.</li><li>You aren’t an object. Least of all to him. But he loves you, and he himself has said it best</li><li>“We have all the time in the world…” for you to realize that you belong to him.</li></ul><div>Thoma<br><br></div><ul><li>Ahhh Thoma. Sweet fixer Thoma is quick to make it obvious that he’s infatuated with you.</li><li>Of course, should you say you don’t feel the same, don’t worry- he’ll get you too. Whether it’s being there when you need to cry or you’re so sleepy and he’ll let you sleep on his shoulder, he’s sure to win your heart- or at least a space in your pretty head.</li><li>So when you feel yourself falling or are about to be overwhelmed by enemies, his is the first name you’ll call.</li><li>“See? I knew you loved me.” He smirks cockily. Then he presses a gentle kiss against your nose, sly but informing to an outsider. <em>Mine</em>.</li></ul><div>Venti<br><br></div><ul><li>Sweet god of freedom Venti. He’ll quickly reveal that he’s not as sweet as you really think.</li><li>So when you say that you’re not his, or you don’t find him in a romantic light, he’ll smile.</li><li>Venti’s smile is enchanting. It can only be described as a kiss by the wind. And while you’re busy staring at his smile, he’ll pull out his precious lyre, and sing you to sleep.</li><li>Next thing you know, the winds will bow down to your cries and vision bearers will slowly edge away before you can get too close.</li><li>For the god of freedom has left his mark upon you, where you cannot see. The wind has left its mark, just where those who are the most likely to intervene will see.</li></ul><div>Xiao<br><br></div><ul><li>Xiao has never been in love like this. He is happy to avoid humans- and <em>be</em> avoided by humans. That is, unless it’s you.</li><li>So when you go onto the Inn roof and tell him that you’re going to another place, and likely won’t see him, he decides right then and there he can’t have that.</li><li>Xiao may be a little socially awkward, but he’s smart.</li><li>So when he offers to show you Jueyun Karst, the adeptal realm, you’re not suspecting of anything.</li><li>But when you suddenly feel a hand against your other wrist, you scream for help. The only one who hears you is Xiao.</li><li>Not even Moon Carver will intervene, for he simply doesn’t care. Or know that this isn’t love. This is infatuation, and cruelty.</li><li>Xiao presses you against his chest after he ties you up, assuring himself that you’re not getting out of the knots.</li><li>He keeps you locked in his abode after that, able to keep you from leaving, and leaves you to every whim he has.</li></ul><div>Xingqiu<br><br></div><ul><li>The only thing for certain is that Xingqiu reads quite a bit. So he’ll have plenty of plans and backup plans should he fail to capture you or win your heart.</li><li>However, I see him being a mix of Thoma and Scaramouche.</li><li>When the sweet dates don’t receive you like he wants, he resorts to pain and fear.</li></ul><div>Zhongli<br><br></div><ul><li>The god of contracts will use a contract to claim you. He will use your family or friends to manipulate you into agreeing to be his.</li><li>And if you ever want to break the contract… we know how that goes. He will be angry, upset.</li><li>Zhongli is the most likely to physically hit you in my mind. Like slap you. Unlike Bennett and Scaramouche, he will use degradation and force.</li><li>“You want to break the contract? Then I can do whatever I please with you, Y/n… for the contract stated that I would not lay a finger upon you, but that is broken now, isn’t it?</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-15 13:34:10 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Used to Be</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>VENTI<br></strong><br></div><div>Venti’s fingers on the lyre slowly come to a soft stop and he feels himself crumble at your words.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Oh please, punish him. He can’t bear to know that he’s the one you favored out of everyone before they’d decided to hunt you down, marking you an imposter. What made it worse? Even after all that you’d let him accompany you to Starfell Lake. Even after all that you let him stay by your side. Even after all that you were never mean to him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You should be doing anything else, anything other than forgiving him and treating him like an old friend you’d seen again after so long.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He finds his chest burning in regret. The winds became colder and they breezed past everyone in a gentle sadness. You adored him and now he’d thrown it all away without realizing it.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He knows you could never forgive him now. And he’s fine with that, you don’t deserve such a monster like him. A fool like himself. He’s fine watching you be happy with someone else, he’s fine watching you take the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonious to places you said you cherished and enjoyed coming to everytime he took you around for a stroll.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He knows he’ll never receive the glimmer in your eyes when you’re with Kaeya, nor the affectionate warmth of your hands in his. He’ll only watch you from afar, and revel in his mistakes.<br><br></div><div>Your presence is more than enough for him, right? Even if he feels himself wanting more of your love, more of your affection, more of you. And he’ll never have them the same way again, akin to how one could lose something, and the next thing you know, you never find it, and if you do, it’s not the same one that you always wanted.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>ZHONGLI<br></strong><br></div><div>Zhongli wouldn’t believe you if you’d told him that this little game of asking questions to get to know each other would end up with him hearing that you used to favor him out of everyone else. He was about to smile at you from ear-to-ear at your admission, but that didn’t happen at the melancholic look on your face.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Used to, I mean.” Something in the archon cracks. Instantly, the memory of your betrayed and distraught face right when he was about to strike you down after he and the Adepti had chased for you came to mind and it doesn’t help the numbing pain in his chest.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>If only he’d listened to you, if only he wasn’t so quick to jump to conclusions.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Is this why whenever you looked at him, you always looked so sad? There was always something crestfallen in your eyes and whenever he asked, it was gone in a blink and you were grinning at him again.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He’d done away with your faith in him and you let him go so easily without so as much of a punishment, refusing to do such a thing at all and forgiving him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You’d never want to punish him, you told him so yourself. But he feels as if he is being punished whenever he finds you with Xiao at Wangshu Inn, being fed almond tofu or being given crystal flies. His heart aches, cracks and erodes into dust whenever you were tired but always refused to sleep in front of him, then slept so peacefully with Xiao.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He deserves this, he thinks. He deserves the torment whenever you’re seen favoring someone else that isn’t him and the salt in the wound that comes with it whenever you look at him as if you were the one who committed a crime and not him, the true traitor amidst everyone.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>EI<br></strong><br></div><div>Ei stops in her tracks. She… she used to be your favorite? Was she hearing things? You gazed at her with sad eyes at her shocked expression, and she finds her eyes drifting to the bruise she’d caused still there, only faintly, on your jaw.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Her head is down in shame and she doesn’t know what else to say. What could she say anyways? That she deserved your punishment? That she’s sorry for what she did? You didn’t want to punish her and you already forgave her.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>That she’s jealous of Yae Miko?&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>That she’s jealous of her own friend whenever she finds you hopping away to the Narukami Shrine and bringing her dango milk, and she wishes it was her you were bringing those treats to and sharing them with.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>She shouldn’t be jealous, she knows she shouldn’t be. Yae deserves it more than she does, a lowly sinner who’s hurt their god and called them an imposter, humiliating them and shaming them.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>She doesn’t even deserve to be here with you under the large Sakura in Narukami Island, basking in such a sight in her domain. You offer her a dango, telling her to have it because you know she likes them, and she wants to refuse.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>How could she in a state like this? She can see you’re still miserable as you offer the delicacy to her again and Ei fears that if she doesn’t take it, you’ll only be sadder, taking it from your outstretched hand and waking alongside you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>She’s grateful, grateful that you allow her to remain by your side. She only hopes and manifests&nbsp; for an eternity of her by your side. If not that eternity, she prays to whatever divine force that would let her be with you the way you are with Yae. Always with each other without the need to cling.&nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>THE COLOR BLUE: VIBRANT | YANDERE XIAO X READER [PART 1]</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>infatuated. you’re <em>infatuated</em>.</div><div>you never found yourself the type to grow an obsession over someone that you know as purely just a black screen, but here you are, eagerly awaiting his next message as you sit infront of your computer setup, absentmindedly getting some assignments though you’re sure that every question you’re answering right now has to be wrong with the way you’re so distracted. you’ve had online friends before, many in fact, but alatus is… <em>different</em>. you don’t know why, but he’s different. you met on discord (it’s typical, you’re aware, but you lost your semblence of dignity long ago), clicked instantly after finding out you liked the same games, and now he lives in your mind constantly, the low, soft and soothing voice you’ve heard almost everyday for the past few months driving you insane.</div><div>you know the basics about him; around your age (give or take a year), lives in your area, computer science major at a college that he refuses to specify on which one it is (little do you know it’s yours. being so under the radar makes his life so easy), and spends his free time, when he’s not tutoring or working, indulging in video games.</div><div>you revel in the small tidbits of information you gain about him. it’s not really obsession (atleast, not like how he’s obsessed with you, though you’re not aware of that, atleast not entirely), but you really, really like him. and you want more than anything to meet him.</div><div>—</div><div>you like talking to alatus, even when the sun is threatening to rise as morning slowly comes. your eyes burn and the glaring red of your alarm clock signaling that it’s almost five in the morning, nor the absolute brightness of the gatcha game you’ve been idley playing for the past few hours, certainly doesn’t help.</div><div>“…I still don’t know if I’m going to wish on her banner or not.”</div><div>alatus often asks you to ramble for him during your daily calls, asks you about things like your day or a game you’re both playing, chiming in every once and awhile as though to let you know he really is listening to you.</div><div>he’s been purely quiet for the past few minutes now, and you’re starting to get worried. he’s so, so glad you can’t see him right now, can’t see the way he drags his hand up and down his cock at the sound of your voice, closing his eyes and leaning back as he tries not to pant at the pleasure of imagining it’s <em>your</em> hand pumping his sensitive dick.</div><div>“‘latus? you there?”</div><div>it’s not the name he’d prefer you to call him with, especially in this moment, but he knows that he can’t tell you his real one, atleast not yet, so he takes what he can get, and fuck does the way you say his 'name’ so prettily get him going. he doesn’t respond, instead quicking up his pace, dragging his thumb over the senstive, red tip of his cock. fuck. he’s close.</div><div>besides, he’s convinced you’ll be moaning and screaming his real name soon enough.</div><div>you hear a small whimper from the other side of the screen, causing your eyebrows to furrow in disarray. is he hurt? did he lose at a game or something? he sounds kinda funny, did he catch a cold? it’s hard to tell when the only sounds his been making for the past few minutes are a low pant.</div><div>“hey, are you okay?”</div><div>from the other end of the line 'alatus’ is clasping a hand around his mouth to stop himself from letting out a crude grunt from the pleasure of hearing his name come out of your precious mouth, especially in such a concerned way, deluding the sweet sound to make himself think that you’re asking such a question out of genuine love. fuck, he needs you, and fuck does he want to muffle your questions by his own weak confessions of “I love you"s. it’s the driving force to push him over the edge. he’s scrambling to grab tissues to wipe away the 3 thick ropes of warm cum that spurted out of him, voice thick and heavy with embarrassment as he tries to respond to your question.</div><div>"y-yeah, just spilt something, I’ll um, I’ll be right back.” the only other sound you hear from the other side of the mic is the sound of tissues hurriedly being pulled from a box as alatus rushes to clean up whatever mess he made.</div><div>you chew on your bottom lip in thought, ultimately shrugging your shoulders at his excuse. this isn’t the first time this has happened (and certainly won’t be the last), but you never took alatus as such a clumsy person.<em> </em>you can’t help but smile to yourself at the thought, spacing out at thinking of just the kind of person alatus would be like in person. even small details like these you thrive with, piecing together the puzzle that is alatus.</div><div>“hey, I have to… I have to go clean myself off</div><div>"yourself off? did it spill onto you?”</div><div>“y-yeah, you can say that.</div><div>"wait! before you go, I… I noticed that you’ve been staying up late recently more and more. I’m not sure if it’s due to anything pereonal, and I know we’re just online friends, but I really care about you. if you… if you ever need anything, I’m here, okay?”</div><div>you’re too naive for your own good, 'alatus’ thinks.</div><div>—</div><div>you talked to <em>him</em> today.</div><div>the moment was brief, quick, barely capable of classifying as a conversation, let alone a mutual one. but you took your fleeting chance and grabbed onto it, refusing with all your might to let go, and in return, you were met with the delightful gift of talking to the man who’s spent the better half of a few years glaring at you with no trouble.</div><div>for the first time ever in all of the years you’ve 'known’ him and been in his classes, xiao was late to class. you watched him stumble into class, letting out a soft mumble of an apology to professor zhongli as he curtly questions him on the unusual lack of punctuality before returning to his lecture. you note that the man looks unusually frazzled and tired. his ombre black-to-blue hair is tied up messily in a way that still manages to look cute, as though the small little ponytail was put together haphazardly in a rush. gorgeous golden eyes scan the room for an empty seat to take and widens as he makes eye contact with you and the fact that there’s a warm, inviting seat right next to you.</div><div>zhongli’s classroom is relatively small. it’s split into two rows of several two-person desks for a total of 22 people, zhongli preferring to have a more personal, intimate class where he feels as though people can <em>actually</em> learn (especially with his harsher to understand teaching methods) than students would otherwise not be able to in a giant lecture hall.</div><div>xiao moves to skip over your perked up eyes, hoping dearly that someone else was also absent today so he could take their seat instead of the one next to you, but his gaze lingers just enough for you to take your chance and nudge your head nonchalantly (or atleast, as nonchalantly as you can when your nerves are flaring up so much) to the empty seat. xiaos not ready, not ready to actually sit next to you, let alone risk the chance of him either saying the wrong things in the off chance you want to start a conversation with him, or worse, you recognize who he truly is. he swallows, taking one last glance around the classroom as though to calm him self before moving to sit next to you.</div><div>“rough morning?” you hold back a cringe at your own words, silently cursing yourself out for such an awkward choice of first words words to say to xiao, of all people. he glances at you, eyes blown out and wide with an almost startled look before moving his eyes back to the unopened notebook that he sat down on the desk infront of him, cheeks dusting with pink as though he’s a fine painting.</div><div>“uh,” he stutters, and if you looked hard enough, you’d notice the way his hand shakes as he picked up his pen, opening his notebook to begin jotting down the copious amounts of notes on the whiteboard. “y-yeah. I overslept.”</div><div>his voice is smooth, <em>familiar</em>, but most of all, it’s <em>his</em>, and it’s the first time in awhile that you’ve heard his voice be directed towards you. you struggle to bite down the heat that rises from you being flustered and embarrased, but somehow manage to handle yourself well. you nod, looking down at your hands. he <em>does</em> look tired, moreso than usual.</div><div>you move to copy xiao’s actions of writing down some notes, but instead pause and quirk up in rememberance of something. coffee, you have coffee, a glass bottle sitting next to your bag to the left of you, one that your roommate gave you, well aware of the fact that you stood up talking to alatus the night before. it’s left sitting undrunken, you simply not having wanted to drink it yet. never seen xiao come to class without a warm cup from the local cafe until today, and he looks like he surely needs it.</div><div>“do you want some coffee?” you ask, but you don’t wait for him to respond, hearing his little, 'uh,’ as you reach down for the glass.</div><div>for a second his heart races and speeds up at the thought that it make be a cup of coffee that you’ve drunken from but left unfinished, imagining himself pressing his lips against the same spot you’ve put your own on. he shifts in his seat, riling up at the thought, a thought he’s imagined way more than is normal for a single person. his hopes and dreams are shattered, though, as he looks at the glass bottle you show to him, glancing down at the seal indicating that it had yet to be open. xiao assumes that today wasn’t his lucky day.</div><div>“it’s pumpkin spice, y'know, it being fall and all, I don’t know if you’d like it. but you’re more than welcome to have it, if you’d like.”</div><div>xiao doesn’t care what flavor it is. it could be complete vile filth and xiao would <em>still</em> drink it. he mumbles a soft but genuine thank you as he moves to take the glass bottle from you, fingertips brushing against your hand as he does so and he almost drops the poor thing from his nerves rising up at the feeling of your skin against his.</div><div>you give a little 'mhm,’ as he unseals it, taking a slow and languished sip from the bottle, though he almost chokes on the pumpkiny liquid as he hears you repeat the same precious words you said to him just this morning while on call with him, the same ones dripping with so much care that he couldn’t help but imagine pinning you down and rutting into you as you look up at him and speak to him with that same genuine love and care.</div><div>“oh and, xiao? I know we don’t talk much, but… if you ever need anything, I’m here, okay?”</div><div>all he can do is quietly nod as you return back to your work, not talking for the rest of the lecture. too many thoughts run through his head (and unbeknownst to him, yours)&nbsp; but the main one is a silent prayer in hopes you don’t notice his newfound boner.</div><div>—</div><div>you want to see him, so, so bad, and fuck are you riding off a manic high.</div><div>alatus fills your everyday mind. it’s hard not to when he’s one of your closests friends despite not having any clue who he really is underneath the guise of a one-word username. can anyone blame you? it’s so, so easy to fall for him. he’s the only person who really gets you, the only person you can talk to freely without feeling judged or like they have some sort of ulterior motive. his presence is like a breath of fresh air after years of living in smog, and you take as many deep inhales as you possibly can. you want to bask in his warmth, so sure of yourself that he’s a blazing sun in your dark world, unaware of how he’ll make everything darker.</div><div>you want to see him, you do. and so you aak him if you can while on call, the experience of talking to xiao earlier today making you feel extra uncharacteristically bold.</div><div>“hey, bubs?” you hear him hum from the other side of the mic.</div><div>“do you think that, since, y'know, we live near by eachother and all… do you think one day we can maybe meet up?”</div><div>he’s silent, frowning to himself.</div><div>“I-I mean, if you don’t want to, it’s fine! I understand if you wouldn’t want to and all. we can also wait a while longer to meet up if you want to! it’s just that…” you inhale. “I really, really want to see you. like, a lot.” you just pray you don’t sound as desperate as you think you sound.</div><div>you hear him hum. “and what if we already met?”</div><div>the questions bold, spoken in a clear cut way that you’ve never heard before. “met before…?”</div><div>“like you said, we live close, don’t we? what if we’ve already met?”</div><div>it’s your time to hum. “would you have told me if you did?”</div><div>“…maybe. maybe not.”</div><div>“so you’re saying we’ve already met before… interesting.” <em>maybe it’s kazuha</em>, you think. he has a soothing voice, but he doesn’t sound like alatus. you scrap that idea immediately, truly stumped as to who it is.</div><div>“I never said that. I just said we could’ve and you wouldn’t have known.”</div><div>“… okay, so we’ve definitely met before, got it. and you’ve known this entire time that we’ve met as well, also got it. interesting.” he doesn’t say anything, but he’s smiling softly to himself, fidgeting with his hands, the expression pitiful, a smile not filled with joy but out of hidden guilt. you think again for a bit, before asking him another question.</div><div>“can I atleast get a hint as to who you are, then?”</div><div>you hear him laugh, a solemn, shy thing, a rare thing you don’t get to hear often. it sounds melancholic as he thinks of just what tadbit of information he can give to you about himself before coming up with the perfect answer.</div><div>“I like the color blue.”</div><div>you quirk your eyebrow up. <em>what kind of hint… </em>? it doesn’t do you any justice, even as you take a few seconds to ponder over his words. you’ve never met anyone obsessed with blue in a way that it stands out (hell, if anything, <em>everyone</em> around you likes blue. your roommate and his bestfriend’s hair are blue, for gods sake). venti likes blue, kaeya likes blue, hell, even xiao, the man who’ve you’ve miraculously shared classes with throughout the entirety of your course of college and been glared at by (and the person you have a shameless crush on), likes blue. and you know for a fact its not any of them. kazuha likes blue (you think he told you that once, said he likes the blue of the skies more than anything else in the world), maybe it really <em>is</em> kazuha.</div><div>you wish silently that he gave atleast a hint of his appearance, or atleast something to actually go off of. “a lot of people like the color blue. give me another hint.”</div><div>“figure out which one of the people I am, then. you’re not getting another,” he says, letting out a soft sigh. “it shouldn’t be too hard… either way, I have to head out.” you hear him yawn and stretch, voice heavy with sleep before he mumbles a curt little, 'it’s almost 5am.’</div><div>shit, it is, you think, looking at the clock on the bottom of your computer screen. you have a morning class tomorrow, so it’s best if you leave. you prepare to say your goodbyes before you’re reminded of something.</div><div>“wait!” you say, hoping to stall him from leaving.</div><div>“yeah?”</div><div>“so, can we meet or not?”</div><div>he takes a moment to respond before sighing. you can’t see him, but he’s frowning, lips downwards and eyes closed as he let’s something out; a confession. “I’m scared you won’t like who I am.”</div><div>it takes you back a bit. why would you <em>not</em> like him? you shake it off, though. “of <em>course</em> I’ll like who you are. I pinkie promise. you can’t see it, but I’m holding out my pinkie for you to hook onto.” you giggle, curling up the digit infront of you monitor, wiggling it around for him to see.</div><div>oh, he can see it, alright. <em>you</em> can’t see it, but he’s pretending he’s linking pinkies with you.</div><div>“I… okay. do you know that cafe around teyvat university? the small one?” you hum. your old work place, of course you know it. “they do a… they do a thing where if you dress up during october, even subtly, you get ten percent off your order. let’s go there.”</div><div>“and dress up?” you ask, thinking about costumes you could wear without having to go too out of your way. you hear him hum in response.</div><div>you giggle. “okay, deal. when?”</div><div>“saturday at 12.”</div><div>you nod at his words, grinning goofly to yourself, repeating them softly to yourself once as thought it was a small chant to make sure it’ll come true. saturday, just before halloween. <em>next</em> saturday. when you posed the question, for some reason, you’d never even imagined the thought of meeting eachother so soon to today. you were expecting it to be a thing where you two planned a date for months in the future from now, not just in a few days, but you certainly don’t mind. and perhaps it was dangerous to do such a thing, to meet up without knowing anything about him, to do just about anything you do with alatus but that’s a thing you’ll mull over later.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>the color blue: neon | yandere xiao x reader [part 2]</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>you have a love-hate relationship with fall.<br><br></div><div>fall was a melancholy season for you, a season that practically begged you to simply stay home and away from the gloomy, blue skies. fall isn't a bad season, not by any means, but you do absolutely hate just how much more <em>cozy</em> it made your bed feel, how the soft pitter-patter of morning fall rain would ring out against the glass of your window as though beckoning you silently to stay under the warmth of your cozy blanket, how it became increasingly harder to get out of bed with the way the floors (and days as a whole) were cold and contrasting against the heat of your comforter (which, as the day goes by, you truly are starting to realize more and more why comforters have the word 'comfort' in them).<br><br></div><div>you liked the fallen leaves (the same ones a certain friend of yours is obsessed with), the reds and golds and oranges, you liked the pumpkins and the rain and the sweaters and the need for warm drinks, but god does fall make it <em>impossible</em> for you to get out of bed. though perhaps that's what motivators are for.<br><br></div><div>luckily for you, your roommate has a knack for getting you to do things you don't like.<br><br></div><div>the first thing you awaken to (apart from the numerous snooze alarms you've dismissed in the past hour) is the borderline obnoxious feeling of your roommate practically bouncing onto the bed to the side of your (once) sleeping body, startling you at once, though you can't say that this was the first time you've been woken up like this.<br><br></div><div>"goooooodmorning, sunshine!" despite your eyes not being open, you can practically hear the sinister grin plastered all over his face as he let's out a greeting in his singsong voice, watching as you groan out at his chipperness. you never understood how your bestfriend could be such a morning person, but you supposed that facet of his life fit him well, just like you <em>hating</em> mornings fit you.<br><br></div><div>"<em>venti</em>." you let out, feeling him shake you awake. "get out."<br><br></div><div>your lovely, <em>loving </em>roommate responds with an exaggerated sigh, followed up by poking at your cheek as you try to bury yourself into your pillow, pressing a pointed finger against you just like how you had pressed your own against the button that, had you not pressed, would have avoided this situation as a whole. <em>curses</em>. the snooze button was invited purely just to spite people like you.<br><br></div><div>"aw, c'mon, you're acting like you didn't press your snooze button a million and one times before this. you were gonna need to wake up <em>eventually</em>." you force your head up just a little to pick up and peek at your phone with one sleepy eye, reading the time on the clock and realizing he's right, causing you to know full well that had he not woken you up you would've easily slept through your morning classes, purely as a consequence of spending more time talking to what you, at best, could call a black screen with a namecard over it reading 'alatus'.<br><br></div><div>putting your phone back down, you roll your eyes. "yeah, yeah." you mock, moving to yawn and stretch before giving venti your full attention, eyeing his mischievous grin from your position. "what'd you want?"<br><br></div><div>"ugh, can't a man wake up his bestfriend without having any nefarious intentions in mind?" you deadpan at him, giving him that sort of look that just screams, 'no.'<br><br></div><div>"okay, fine, so I do have <em>some</em> mal-intent, but I made you breakfast, so it evens out!and since you're obviously so insistent on helping me out..." he smirks, and you instantly become suspicious, but you allow him to talk, wanting to see what he plans to rope you into this time.<br><br></div><div>"you know how I'm a great friend, an <em>amazing</em> one at that, and take you out to places <em>all</em> the time so that you can truly come out of that little shell you like to keep yourself in? how I'm such an oh-so amazing person that I use my popularity to let you enjoy life to your fullest? how I love to spoil you dearly, allowing you to truly-"<br><br></div><div>you're half tempted to throw a pillow at his face. "get to the point, you dork."<br><br></div><div>he dramatically rolls his eyes. "ugh, you're no fun. so, there's this halloween party..."<br><br></div><div>"I don't like where this is going."<br><br></div><div>"hush! so, there's this halloween party, and I think it'd be fun for you to tag along with-"<br><br></div><div>"no."<br><br></div><div>"don't be a grinch! c'mon, I need a date! I even bought us matching costumes!"<br><br></div><div>"venti... people are gonna think we're dating."<br><br></div><div>he groans. "ugh, you know, you should seriously stop thinking about what others think. besides, all you've been doing these past few weeks is studying and sleeping. you need a break, have some fun! I promise it'll be a great time."<br><br></div><div>you sigh, willing to hear him out. you suppose you <em>have</em> been overworking yourself. "and what if I'm busy on sunday?"<br><br></div><div>he doesn't respond with quick wit like he usually does, and it makes you worried. you finally take a full, good look at him as you respond, and you watch as you see the smile on his once beaming face start to dissipate, and you instantly get hit with a pang of guilt at the sight. you note the way in which he's half dressed and how his messy dyed blue hair is still pinned back, as though he really <em>did</em> go out of his way to wake you up while he was getting ready. he looks away from you, as though he's trying to hold himself back from saying something. "do you... do you really have plans for sunday?" he says lowly, as though heartbroken.<br><br></div><div>the guilt really is hitting you strong. only venti can make you feel this bad this early in the morning.<br><br></div><div>"well, no, but I'm not exactly sure that I want to spend it watching a bunch of people in costumes get wasted." you try to joke, but you can tell that somethings up with venti. he doesn't find it funny, not one bit. "besides, I'm sure that you can find someone to be the... er, morticia to your gomez addams, or something."<br><br></div><div>he nods slowly in an almost wounded fashion. "right. sorry for asking." he moves to get up, as though trying to flea the scene, but your hand on his wrist stops him from going.<br><br></div><div>"hey, wait, I was just joking. what's wrong? I didn't think this would be such a big deal to you. you always party without me."<br><br></div><div>he let's out a tired, exhausted sigh. "you don't get it. it's fine, I can find someone else like you said."<br><br></div><div>"get what?"<br><br></div><div>"<em>it,"</em> he replies. "you don't get <em>it</em>. it's not just a party to me." you quirk a worried browed towards his way, beckoning for him to explain. he shakes his head solemnly.<br><br></div><div>"it's just... it feels like you never want to hang out with me anymore. I don't know. I've been trying to make excuses for us to finally spend some time together but everytime you say no. I know that you're busy and all, and parties aren't exactly your thing, but you usually love halloween so I just thought..." he pauses, taking a deep breath. "it just... hurts. hurts that despite living with you I barely get to see you."<br><br></div><div>you interlace your hand with his, something you know that has always brought him comfort. you squeeze, letting out a little sigh, watching as he refuses to look at you as pink dusts his cheeks. you mull it over quickly as he looks at you at the feeling of your hand. "I'll go to the party." you say, despite knowing full well that you'd rather die than attend it. you'd truly do just about anything for your bestfriend.<br><br></div><div>"really?" he says, eyes wide as his signature smile begins forming again on his face. "you'll go? seriously?"<br><br></div><div>"yeah, sure. who knows, it may be fun. I <em>do</em> like halloween after all."<br><br></div><div>venti nods eagerly, thumbing at your hand in delite. "great! you won't regret it, I promise. I'll tell you more about it later. oh, but hey, you should start to get going." you check the time and he's right, you really should. shit, you're gonna be late for your class.<br><br></div><div><strong>ーーー☆<br></strong><br></div><div>if there was one thing you hated more than having to leave a perfectly warm bed in the mornings everyday, it'd be busy morning trains.<br><br></div><div>nothing feels more terrible (atleast in your grumpy, groggily morning mindstate) than being pushed and shoved by people with no basic understanding of personal space, or having to listen to the chattering loud noises of business men talking way too loud for comfort on their phone, or having to be <em>painfully</em> alert of just what stop you're getting off at when you're so tired and sluggish that you're genuinely wondering if your morning classes are even <em>worth</em> attending, but if theres <em>one</em> thing that makes these trainrides even remotely better, one small but sole and detrimental saving grace, it's familiar faces.<br><br></div><div>you're never in the mood to talk during the mornings, mind too occupied on other things to handle maintaining even the most basic of conversations, but sometimes having someone accompany you makes you feel less lonely in a room (or in this case, a train cart) full of people, and that counts for atleast something. there's part of you that wishes that venti had accompanied you today on your way to classes even though his classes don't start till much later, your mental state practically <em>begging</em> for some absentminded chatter to keep it occupied (venti always had a talent for talking when needed and distracting you from just about everything wrong in life, a talent that you're craving to bless you with right now), but as your eyes trail around the crowded train, you find something equally as distracting as a close friend would be.<br><br></div><div>you're still so, so utterly sleepy, but as your eyes trail to a glint of <em>green</em> (specifically the faded color you get after not redying your once vibrant blue hair after a few weeks or so), you suddenly feel a bit more awake, making eyecontact with the man that, no matter how much you try, seems to never not glare at you with his piercing golden eyes.<br><br></div><div>it's definitely not uncommon to see xiao on the same morning train as youーhell, it's not even uncommon for you to see him on the same <em>night</em> train as you, despite how sporadic the times you leave campus to go home isー considering you two share numerous classes with eachother (classes you're almost <em>sure</em> from limited knowledge that he's not actually into, classes that genuinely make you stop and wonder how and why xiao chose to be in them), but the sight of him makes your heart race a little, both at the way he looks at you before looking away, and at the way you find yourself silently intrigued by him, especially intrigued by just what his constant glances (and glares) mean.<br><br></div><div>despite his catish looks, xiao is a beautiful person, you think, fingers tightening around the train pole to keep your balance as your mind fills up with thoughts on the man infront of you.<br><br></div><div>you feel eyes on you as you move to look away, not wanting to stare at him for long enough to seem like a creep (though unbeknownst to you, xiao does not share that same sentiment), instead moving to put in your earbuds and tune out all other chattering in the train, drowning it out with your music as you let yourself absentmindedly think of xiao. you noted that he looked exhausted, even moreso than usual, as though he'd been up all night just like you had. his hair was messy, thrown up in a half up half down style that framed his pierced face and ears perfectly in it's own imperfect way, and his eyebags match the overall tired feel he has going on. <em>somethings never change</em>, you think.<br><br></div><div>you remember all the way back when you were just a college freshmen, locking eyes with the man for the first time ever in your life (though it wasn't by any means the first time his eyes laid upon you) just like you had moments prior. you vividly recall the way your breath hitched and your body stilled, the way you stared at him for far too long, the way your eyes glanced over all of him, as though trying to etch him into your memory ーit was like a scene from one of those teenage romcoms you and venti watch whenever you're bored and want to hangout on saturdays, those scenes that feel too magical to ever even be considered as a possibility of happening in real life, only this time nothing truly spectacular came out of the moment. the occurance wasn't special, not by any means, but when your eyes locked with his the world seemed to stop and it was as though you two were the only ones in the world.<br><br></div><div>back then, his hair wasn't dyed the two iconic tones of blue he now rocks (or atleast, used to, before it faded out), nor did he have nearly as many expressive piercings and tattoos decorating his body further. instead, xiao was just... <em>xiao; </em>a blank slate begging to be covered in the self expressive forms xiao later delved deep into. there's always this soft frown on his face and eyes that are practically begging to be stared into.<br><br></div><div>the first thing you had noted back then (and even now as they grow in desperation) were his borderline <em>begging</em> eyes. begging to be seen. begging to be comforted. begging to be <em>heard</em>. eyes are the windows to the soul, and in xiao's case, xiao's windows lead into a home that has far too much going on, a home with curtains trying to shield people from looking inside, though they're far too sheer to actually do their jobs. a lonely soul. his eyes themselves weren't dead or empty, just... <em>tired</em>, as though they constantly scour around in attempt to find meaning in everyday life. the beautiful gold was and still is accented by horridly dark circles, and the thing you've never noticed about xiao is the way his eyes glimmer and sparkle a little when they meet yours. perhaps you don't pay attention to him as much as you think, as much as he would to you.<br><br></div><div>if you did, you'd know he found meaning <em>you</em>.<br><br></div><div>it's almost comforting sight, moody and drowning like the deepest of oceans despite their gold glimmer, <em>human</em>. they make you feel <em>seen</em>, but most of all, they glare deep into the part of you that wants so heavily to just be there for him as though he's silently pleading for your attention. it looks like he's begging to be hugged and loved, or more specifically, to <em>be</em> loved back.<br><br></div><div>there's a part of you that wondered if half of the purpose of his appearance change was to intimidate people from trying to figure him out, to pretend as though his eyes weren't as desperate for comfort as they truly were.<br><br></div><div>and in that same exact (anticlimactic) moment, you came to the realization that everyone has a life just as deep and complex and layered as yoursー a sensation called sonder, if you recall what your friend kazuha had told you one night spent under the stars togetherー, and you furthermore realized that you want to know each and every complexity that the blue haired man in front of you had. you had found it unfair that you didn't know everything there was to know about him, and even now, as you stare and once again memorize the features you should already have etched into your head by now, mind trailing to the thought of just how many opportunities you've had to learn all there is to know about them that you didn't take, that fact still hasn't changed despite how many opportunities you had to over the past few years. xiao has remained the blank slate he was two years prior, no matter how dearly you wished otherwise.<br><br></div><div>perhaps that's your true downfall as a human being. curiosity is a curse. somethings are better left unknown, just like the identity of the man you've met online.<br><br></div><div>either way, no ones ever felt more like home then xiao did. though you? you're his entire universe and more.<br><br></div><div>now as your eyes shamefully lingers on him once more, wanting to get one last look at him before you have to get off the train due to reaching your (and his) destination, you come to a revelation.<br><br></div><div>xiao looks like the color blue.<br><br></div><div><strong>ーーーNEW TEXT MESSAGE ☆<br></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong>you</strong>: how'd you sleep last night?<strong>you</strong>: maybe we should've slept earlier, I'm on my way to class right now and feel super exhausted<strong>alatus</strong>: sorry. I shouldn't have kept you up. if it's worth anything, I'm really tired too.<strong>alatus</strong>: I don't regret it though.<strong>you</strong>: I don't either, but I will say I <em>do</em> regret asking you for that hint. haven't stoped thinking about it ever since I asked for it lol<strong>alatus</strong>: really?<strong>you</strong>: yeah, saw this guy on my commute to school and instantly thought about the color blue. it felt so weird<strong>you</strong>: I don't think he even likes blue lol<strong>alatus</strong>: yeah? what'd he look like?<strong>you</strong>: like someone who hates colors as a whole</blockquote><div><strong>ーーー☆<br></strong><br></div><div>today hadn't been the best of days for you.<br><br></div><div>you knew from the way professor zhongli had eyed you up and down as you walked into his classroom, mumbling a soft and short apology for being a few minutes late, that you should've just stayed home today. there was a nauseating glint in his eyes as they trailed after you, watching as you sat down. everyone else was eerily quiet, as though trying not to awake a sleeping dragon, causing anxiety to shoot through your veins. something was wrong.<br><br></div><div>"glad you've finally graced us with your presence, [name]. perhaps you'd like to inform the class as to why you were late today?" he speaks, uncaring of the lesson he was teaching just seconds ago, far more interested in chastizing you for just how <em>disappointing</em> you've been as of late. you squirm in your seat, chewing on the bottom of your lip as you think of what to say.<br><br></div><div>"I..." he doesn't give you a chance to truly explain himself. he rolls up the long sleeves of his white button up, heels clicking against the tiles of the floor as he walks to your desk.<br><br></div><div>"surely you've stayed up late studying for my class to make up for the sloppy quality of work you've been turning in as of late, correct?" he speaks lowly in his what would <em>otherwise</em> be soothing voice, but all it does is make the moment more embarrasing, more <em>intimate</em> as you feel the pitied stares of your classmates.<br><br></div><div>you don't respond. you can't, really. it's as though your lips are sealed with the weight of the poison laced on his words. the best you can do is fidget with your hands, holding back tears, lip quivering as you try not to let your professors notoriously ruthless teaching methods get to you.<br><br></div><div>"youー" zhongli isn't able to get a full word into his sentence before stopping as he hears the door to the class open once again. you're don't dare look back, but you <em>do</em> hear a quiet, mumbled apology for being late, and just from the tone you can tell it's coming from xiao. you watch as zhongli shakes his head at the sight, entire body radiating disappointment, and yet he doesn't give xiao the same scolding he gave you, saving him from the embarrasment.<br><br></div><div><em>what a biased dick</em>, you think.<br><br></div><div>he shakes his head, sighing, deciding to save his energy. "... see me after class, [name]. you seem to be having a rough day, so I'll try to stop myself from adding onto your stress as much as possible. but please understand that in the future, lateness is unacceptable in this class. you should know this by now." the way he speaks is almost gentle, a lot more sweeter, as though he's simply just disappointed in you, but you know deep inside that there's more to his thiny veiled act of trying to parent you than meets the eye, a <em>darker</em> intent. you hate it, and you hate how you can't speak up, but you're grateful he spared you atleast <em>some</em> of his scolding, so you instead resort to simply nodding as zhongli goes back to teaching his class as though nothing ever happened.<br><br></div><div>-----♡<br><br></div><div>you spent the better half of your lecture worrying more about what was to come after than on the actual lesson itself. you refused to make zhongli's eyes, far too scared that if you were to make contact with his piercing ones that you'd lose all your resolve in an instant. time couldn't have gone by slower, but eventually, after what felt like days of waiting, the lecture was finally wrapped up for the day, and you watched as everyone shuffled out of the room except you and the professor himself.<br><br></div><div>"today's class felt longer than usual, hm?" zhongli attempts to joke as though to lighten the mood, but you don't dare to respond. you hear him sigh at the way you don't respond, accompanied by the quiet shuffling of paper as he makes his way to you. god, you want to be home right now.<br><br></div><div>"I wanted to talk about your performance in my class, [name]. please take a look at this," he slides a familiar looking group of stapled papers onto your desk, one that you hesistantly look at, only to wish that you had eyes at all in an instant at the sight.<br><br></div><div>you wish the world would simply swallow you whole at the sight of bright, red ink, showing a blaring '50%' at the upper right corner of the assignment you'd spent hours slaving over for, breath hitching in shock. you feel sick to your stomach, as though the red was the same red you'd see in the aftermath of a murder, only this time, the thing being brutally killed is your own ego.<br><br></div><div>you could've lived a good, long, healthy life without seeing such a ghastly sight.<br><br></div><div>"it's certainly not bad, but you could be... better. <em>much</em> better. I expect more from you. you know that. and I know you. you can do much better than this sloppy work you've been handing in lately." he speaks, shattering your heart word by word.<br><br></div><div>"but I..."<br><br></div><div>"no buts. I'd like an explanation, though, if you have one to give me."<br><br></div><div>you don't have an explanation. you've been working hard just as you have since you started taking his class sophmore year, so why are you suddenly now failing so terribly? you shake your head at himーthis must be a mistake. a big, big mistake.<br><br></div><div>"...you're a scholarship student, aren't you?" you nod your head, knowing full well that had it not been for the full ride you've been given, you wouldn't even be setting foot near this building, let alone this classroom. "you <em>do</em> want to keep attending this school, don't you? you'd likely lose your scholarship if you don't improve soon."<br><br></div><div>you try your hardest to hold back tears as the papers in your hand begin to slightly crumble from the force of your grip on them at the sheer thought of losing the very thing allowing you to go here. one even goes as far as to fall, splattering against the once prestine white sheet, soaking in and feathering out and smudging the blue pen ink that you used to write your oh-so-unimpressive answers with. you wonder just where exactly things went wrong; you had worked so hard on this assignment, how could it not be 'good enough?' most importantly, how were you supposed to impress him? wasn't your sheer effort enough? you gave it all your all, but he still somehow wants more, though you're not exactly sure how much you have left to give to him.<br><br></div><div>he watches your form with pity. his eyebrows furrow as he bends down a little to meet your eye. a gloved hand takes your face in his palm, thumbing at your eyes so as to wipe your tears away, but it does nothing to comfort you.<br><br></div><div>"poor thing. this entire ordeal must be stressful for you.... perhaps you can have one of the teacher assistants help you. I'd suggest ganyu, but as of late, she's been busy, and I'd assume you'd be better off getting tutored by someone actually in the same course as you. you and xiao seem to be getting along lately, though I know he has a rough surface. perhaps you could melt through that barrier though. I can tell you can. I can speak to him, if you'd like."<br><br></div><div>you honestly can't comprehend his words with the way your pounding heart is much more louder than his soft tone of voice. your lip quivers as you attempt to meet his eye. you can't find the strength in you to reply.<br><br></div><div>"will you atleast consider trying to get into contact with him?" he asks after no response. you shakily nod, albeit hesitantly, and he gently lets go of your face at the notion, smiling lightly.<br><br></div><div>"good. it'd be a shame to see you lose the scholarship you worked so hard on attaining. make me proud, [name]. you've always been my star student. I trust that you and the extra help at your disposal will resolve this little issue you're having. you have my private number, correct? please contact me whenever you desire. I can set-up one on one time to make sure you're caught up to speed. now get to your other classes for me, okay? I'm sure you have a long day ahead of you."<br><br></div><div>'a long day' is an understatement, you think, because your day feels <em>blue</em>, moody, as dark as the clouded sky. you wonder briefly how you can cover up your frustration before anyone at the club meeting says anything. you suddenly feel a seering hatred for the soft pitter patter that rings against the windows that seem to mock you and the fact that you didn't stay in the coziness of your bed today.<br><br></div><div>perhaps you should have stayed home after all.<br><br></div><div><strong>ーーーNEW TEXT MESSAGE ☆<br></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong>you</strong>: so today sucked<strong>you</strong>: gonna be home late, going to the library to study. start dinner without me<strong>venti</strong>: what's wrong?????? what happened???? come home please, you know I don't like you staying out after dark, especially when your upset<strong>you</strong>: im ok im ok, just zhongli being zhongli. i swear he treats me differently it's so weird<strong>venti</strong>: again? no wonder i hated his class so much when i took it. I'm sorry ): we can hug when you get home okay? and talk it out? whatever you wanna do.<strong>you</strong>: yeah, thanks. actually kind of need that hug rn. gna go to the library<strong>venti</strong>: okay, stay safe... call me?<strong>you</strong>: can't. it's pouring outside so i have to go. see you soon though.</blockquote><div><strong>ーーー☆<br></strong><br></div><div>you find yourself growing tired of this routine.<br><br></div><div>it wasn't a <em>terrible</em> one, not by any means, but the days are truly starting to blend in with one another. everyday, you wake up, go to class, pray your work is up to the hightened standards of professor zhongli, study, go home again, and prepare yourself to it all over again tomorrow. if you're lucky, your roommate breaks your routine just a bit, forcing you through whatever shenanigans he deems fit for that given night. eitherway you were tired, desperate to forget about today's stresses. maybe venti was right; a party <em>would</em> take the edge off.<br><br></div><div>atleast your other classes, apart from one taught by professor dottore (which you luckily didn't have today), weren't as bad as zhongli's.<br><br></div><div>nonetheless, after hours of studying in the warmth and comfort of your campus library without interruption (minus the time when your two friends albedo and sucrose had asked if you needed any help, to which you declined) felt your eyelids become heavier and heavier and your energy strained, begging you to simply go home and rest for the night.<br><br></div><div>the train is crowded as expected, and almost all the seats were taken apart from one. but honestly, you're starting to think that whoevers in charge of the universe is seriously playing a sick joke on you or something, because as you look closely, you realize that the seat is directly next to the person you least were expecting to have to sit next to. <em>xiao</em>.<br><br></div><div>it's as though xiao is a beaming light in the sea of tuxed business men who hate their jobs and gloomy faced riders tired of the long day, and while you seriously consider just standing during the entirety of the train ride instead of awkwardly asking xiao if you can sit next to him, your feet are severly starting to hurt after the long day you had, so you swallow your fears and sit next to him, praying that he won't think lowly of you for doing so.<br><br></div><div>quite frankly, you're lucky you even got a seat, even if it meant having to sit next to the man you cannot get out of your head despite how much you think he dislikes you.<br><br></div><div>"I... sorry, I didn't want to bother you, but there were no other seats and I've had a long day so Iー" you try to explain as you shovel in, removing your scarf and placing your bag down as you sit next to the man, only to get cutoff midsentence.<br><br></div><div>"it's fine." he let's out, and you want to believe that it truly <em>is</em> fine, but the way he says it doesn't help in the slightest to quell your nerves. either way, you give him a shaky smile, mumble an even shakier 'thank you', and fidget with your shaky hands after fishing your phone out of your pocket to play music on your ear buds, avoiding any and all contact as much as possible.<br><br></div><div>god, he probably thinks your weird. probably thinks you're a <em>freak</em>, that youー<br><br></div><div>"you look really tired."<br><br></div><div>your head borderline snaps at his direction as his voice rings out from beside you and you instantly feel terrible. is it seriously that obvious? you can't say that you were really trying to <em>not</em> look tired, but you know that, for xiao of all people to point it out, you must have had the word exhausted practically written all over your face in bold sharpie ink. he's looking back at you with a blank expression on his face, but if you looked closely enough, you'd note the tinge of pity hidden in his eyes, as though <em>he's</em> the cause of you having stayed up all night.<br><br></div><div>"um, yeah. I didn't get a lot of sleep."<br><br></div><div>"did you stay up?" he asks, to which you can only nod and look away. "yeah. with a close friend."<br><br></div><div>it's silent for a moment after you answer, but he speaks again. "you can sleep if you want. what stop do you get off at?" his voice is quiet, perhaps the most soft and gentle that you've ever heard it as he asks you, as if he doesn't know already. "I can wake you back up when your stop comes.... if you want." his voice is soothing, easily bringing you to the brink of sleep, and his offer is just so tempting, especially since you know that your train ride home will be a little over half an hour. so you do it. you meekly tell him your stop, leaning back against your seat, letting your eyes droop and body finally relax as you do so.<br><br></div><div>you sleep beside the stranger you've known since you were a college freshman.<br><br></div><div>----♡<br><br></div><div>xiao knows a mirade of facts on you (whether you know it (or like it, even) or not), but his newfound favorite fact that he just learned is that you're warm, like the burning sun, and xiao can't help but be attracted to you like a moth to a lightbulb. your sleeping form is so peaceful and sweet, as though you weren't sleeping against a creep. you're truly too naive for your own good, but xiao can't say he won't take advantage of that naivety.<br><br></div><div>nonetheless, he wonders what such a beautiful soul could be dreaming about as he takes his chance to fully inspect your form.<br><br></div><div>there's something that catches his eye that isn't just your cute, sleepy face. ontop of your lap lays a brown stripped fabric scarf dorment, scrunched up and practically <em>begging</em> him to be taken. who is xiao to deny such a request? he checks your face again to see if you're truly, one-thousand percent asleep before grabbing onto the soft cotton, slowly and languishly, as though not to alert you of the fact that xiaos a shameless thief and an even more shameless pervert. the scarf is thin due to it only being slightly cold outside (the same justification he uses to steal the precious neckwarmer; it's not too cold out, you don't need it anyways), making it easy to pocket, becoming a quick and easy addition to xiaos evergrowing collection of memorabilia from you.<br><br></div><div>if you ask, he'd say he'd never seen it.<br><br></div><div>xiao thumbs at the fabric in his pocket as he finds himself shamelessly staring at you while you're like this, daydreaming and in his own world imagining your sweet sleeping face in different situations. he loves you, and if he died right now, he'd have died a peaceful death knowing that he atleast got to see such a sight again, just like he has many times in the past. he wonders how cute you'd look in a universe where you two were dating and he wasn't just some creep who actively stalked you, instead playing the role of a loving boyfriend putting you to bed after a long day. he wonders how it'd feel right now if he could take his hand and brush his thumb against the heavy bags under your eyes, or rub circles into your skin, or press his head against your forehead in a makeshift bedtime kiss. he wonders if you'd be this warm while he presses his whole body up against you to cuddle or do more than just<em> innocent cuddling up to you</em>, wonders if you'd lean into him like you subconsciously are now.<br><br></div><div>he wonders briefly if the fabric of the scarf is just as soft as the fabric of your underwear. maybe he'll get an answer to his musings soon.<br><br></div><div>most of all, he wonders that if he weren't so shy and guilt ridden and instead striking up a conversation with you, would you be awake right now instead? of course, he was the one to suggest to you to take a rest, but it was done more as a way to make sure you don't notice the way his shoulders are tense and the way he can't hold eye contact due to just how nervous you make him, and, worst of all, for you to not draw any similarities between him and the identity of your mysterious online friend.<br><br></div><div>xiao shakes himself from his thought, instead fidgeting with the brown scarf, his new souvenir.<br><br></div><div>the rest of the train ride goes by smoothly. xiao tries focusing on either his music or the people shuffling in and out of the train cart every stop so as to not further taint you in his mind. the entire ride was surprisingly quick, and two stops before your stop, he's gently nudging you awake, trying to keep his emotions at bay as he finds himself falling in love with you all over again at the sight of you waking yourself up.<br><br></div><div>"hey, your stops almost here," he says, not even looking your way as you slowly wake yourself up. you nod, eyelids still heavy as your body shifts against his, moving to stretch a little, yawning out a thanks of appreciation his way as you come back out of dreamland. you look around, noting how the stop indicator across your seat tells you that you are indeed close to your stop like he said, before noting that the scarf that you once had situated on your lap was now gone.<br><br></div><div>while looking around your seat, you ask xiao about the important piece of fabric. "ah, shoot, have you seen a scarf? it was... uh, brownish? I could've sworn I had it on..."<br><br></div><div>"no, haven't seen it. you didn't have one on today, I think."<br><br></div><div>your mouthforms a little confused o shape at his words, and you look so defeated that it almost makes him admit to his sins.<br><br></div><div>"oh... guess I must've lost it before I got on the train. could've sworn I had it though. maybe I'm more tired than I thought. that sucks. my roommate gave it to me."<br><br></div><div>xiao nods slowly, as though nodding any faster would shatter his illusion of innocence. "maybe you left it in a classroom. you can check tomorrow if anyones seen it." he says with care, as though he's not the one who stole your precious accessory.<br><br></div><div>"right... maybe I left it inー" as you think back to all the classes you've been to today, you suddenly remember the chat you had with zhongli about getting a tutor, the memory hitting you like a brick. in the splur of the moment, you speak before you think, asking xiao a bold question, one that most other students wouldn't dare to ask.<br><br></div><div>"wait, I almost forgot! do you think you could tutor me?"<br><br></div><div>he blinks, not fully understanding the weight of your words at just how sudden you said them. "...tutor you?" he repeats back to you in question, trying to see if he truly heard you correctly.<br><br></div><div>"y-yeah. professor zhongli said that I should maybe ask you if you weren't busy to help me out. I've been falling behind recently andー"<br><br></div><div>he takes a sharp inhale so as to keep the rising emotions swirling through his veins at bay. "okay." he speaks softly, trying not to show his newfound excitement, maintaining his nonchalantness as best as possible. he watches as your eyes brighten and your smile widens. you truly are beautiful inside and out, he thinks.<br><br></div><div>"you'll do it? really?"<br><br></div><div>"yeah. just give me your number. we can set something up later." you eagerly nod, unexpecting him to have agreed so easily but you're certainly not complaining.<br><br></div><div>you hand him your phone after fishing it out of your pocket, and he's tempted to simply scroll through, find whatever secrets linger within, as though he doesn't <em>already</em> know all that he needs to know about you. he instead settles with shakily imputting his number into your phone. something catches his eye though. an incoming message from venti pops up at the top of your phone as service comes back to your phone as you two near your station, and nothing, not even self control, stops xiao from reading it.<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>venti</strong>: guess who got the costumes for sunday (^:&lt;<strong>venti</strong>: vampires are cliche, but I promise we'll be the best vamps ever<strong>venti</strong>: that parties going to be so awesome I swear. and we'll be the coolest vampires there.</blockquote><div>xiao swallows hard as he takes in the information, although he does try to make himself seem as unassuming as possible, finally handing back your phone after creating a contact for himself on it. he takes a moment to think as you look at his contact and send a greeting to him so that he can save your number as well. a party. you're going to a <em>party</em> a day after you two 'meet.' there's something about the thought that upsets him, and he's not sure just what it is. nonetheless he hands the phone back to you as you smile at him, giving him a small '<em>thank you</em>,' before waving perhaps the cutest goodbye he's ever seen towards him after picking up your bag, train stopping right on time for you to get off at your spot.<br><br></div><div>three years. it's taken <em>three years </em>to get your number. who would've known all it would take would be an unjustified 'failing' grade. as xiao continues to feel the scarf in his pocket, he th3inks about one thing; if he had known it'd be that easy, he'd have set things in motion much, <em>much</em> earlier.<br><br></div><div><strong>ーーーNEW TEXT MESSAGE</strong> <strong>☆<br></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong>alatus</strong>: hey. I know it's sudden, but I think I need a little more time. do you think we can move it from saturday to sunday?<strong>you</strong>: oh shoot sunday? i kind of have a thing to do on sunday with my roommate, but im sure i can figure out a way to make some time<strong>alatus</strong>: oh, sorry, I didn't wanna get in the way of existing plans<strong>you</strong>: it's fine!! i'm sure he'll be fine with it if I convince him hard enough. he just gets a little pissy with me sometimes. we just got into a little argument just now actually cause I fell asleep on the train haha<strong>alatus</strong>: ??? you fell asleep in the train? you should be careful. there are weirdos and creeps on the train. I can see why he'd be worried<strong>you</strong>: oh my god you sound exactly like him. great. now i have <em>two</em> overprotective bestfriends ):<strong>you</strong>: how do I know you're not my roommate? you both <em>do</em> like the color blue and love nagging at me )^:&lt;<strong>you</strong>: besides how do I know you're not a "train creep" yourself? hmmm???<strong>alatus</strong>: you don't, which is exactly why you have to be careful. I'm serious<strong>you</strong>: ...okay, <em>dad</em>. I'll stop sleeping on trains.<strong>alatus</strong>: good. goodnight. get some rest. you should sleep early today to avoid having any problems tomorrow. don't want it effecting your classes or anlything.<strong>you</strong>: how'd you know I had problems with my classes today???<strong>alatus</strong>: ...you could say I'm a psychic</blockquote>]]></description>
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         <title>𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>It was long after you, Ei, and Zhongli had returned empty handed from the grocery store, just eager to get home after some man you didn’t even know grabbed you. Zhongli was stiff and almost always had his guard up, being hyper-aware of everything around you.<br><br></div><div>Ei doesn’t like your world, she realizes that she doesn’t have the authority she thought she didn’t need. She knew if people tried that back in teyvat, they’d have their head chopped off, publicly. The rest of the group either sat somewhat anxious, or genuinely curious. Zhongli and Ei felt too angry to speak about what happened in the grocery store.<br><br></div><div>They would never bug you about it though, it’s disrespectful for them, to even ask you to explain something to them is too much of a thing to ask for them. Venti looked at you, as you glanced back at him. He opened his mouth, expecting something to come out, but not a sound.<br><br></div><div>“<em>At the grocery store, uhm..</em>” you started, a silent sigh comes out. All ears perked up and all gazes were on you. “<em>I can tell you all wanna know, so at the grocery store,</em>” In your hand, a glass of water half-full, you swirled it around, a habit you did whenever you were anxious.<br><br></div><div>“<em>an unknown man, came up to me and made me uncomfortable, I didn’t want to cause a scene, but there was no choice-</em>“ <strong><em>crack-smash! </em></strong>the mug in Zhongli’s hands shattered in pieces. His jaw was clenched tightly, confirming the fact that he was still thinking about it.<br><br></div><div>You jumped slightly, the glass pieces of the mug all over the couch. You say nothing of it, and start picking up the pieces, but before you could, Aether was already gently pushing you away from the pieces of glass, he prefers if he pick up the pieces so you wouldn’t get cut but the sharp ends. You let him, too tired to argue back.<br><br></div><div>Another silence washes over the six (6) of you, the tension thick and almost unbearable. Zhongli coughed into his hands. “<em>I apologize for breaking one of your cups, your grace.</em>” He looked at you with solemn eyes, more guilty than he should be for breaking the cup. You shook your head, as if to say that it was fine and that you can always buy a new one.<br><br></div><div>“<em>I..I could always continue telling what happened!</em>” Ei chirped, before deflating back, feeling the heavy weights of tension and gazed on her back. “<em>mm, sure, Ei. Go ahead.</em>” You gave her the go ahead, seeing that Aether has come back from disposing the broken glass.<br><br></div><div>For some reason, you found your lap more interesting than looking around with your surroundings, Ei was at the part of the story where you had encountered that creepy man at the grocery store, you see from the corner of your eyes, Zhongli’s fist tightly clenched, and maybe even a few veins popping out from his temple. He was furious.<br><br></div><div>You discreetly placed your palm over his fist, to comfort him. You realize that you’re not the only one who’s been affected by that situation and your fellow acolytes see it too. Zhongli could feel the empathetic aura you radiate towards him, a silent thanks in his gaze as he glances at you.<br><br></div><div>Venti takes note of the way you gently take Zhongli’s hand into yours, although he secretly wishes it was him instead of his..friend, he is thankful to be blessed with such a kind and caring god. Even if you don’t know it, even if you have no recollection of memories from before when you <em>were </em>a god, you still carry their overwhelming kindness and generosity. That makes him happy. So happy.<br><br></div><div>Aether sees the same god who helped him on his journey from Mondstadt to Inazuma, he’s amazed to see how you care so greatly for such lowly beings like them. He’s in awe, and he feels more honoured that you chose him, the more he glanced at your small action towards comforting zhongli. He’s honoured and he admires you, so much.<br><br></div><div>Albedo is curious of your display of empathy towards the god of geo, he’s very known to be “emotionless” as most Mondstadt locals say, it’s not that he doesn’t have emotions, he just, doesn’t know how they work. He’s a human being made from something not so human. He’s curious about you, and he wants to know so much more about you, maybe all of you, if you let him.<br><br></div><div>Ei, she, she doesn’t know what to feel, she feels the need to focus on the situation that happened so it may never happen again, but she can’t help but feel, somewhat overwhelmed and outmatched. Although archons have the power to change their form, identity, she feels outmatched by the men that surround you. She’s seething with envy with the fact that the guys probably have an advantage towards your good graces, maybe she should..<strong>kill them</strong>..so she can be the only acolyte truly by your side? oh what is she thinking! You’d be devastated.<br><br></div><div>Ei shook her head and continued on with the telling of the horrid event that occurred.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>“<em>I got you a Japanese paint set! I heard from a friend they’re really good quality, so..</em>” You handed the beautifully designed box to Albedo who stood a little shocked and red, how thoughtful of his god to get him something.<br><br></div><div>“<em>Thank..you, your grace. I’ll cherish it for eternity</em>.” Albedo shyly thanked you from behind the paint set, making you chuckle and smile. “<em>How cute</em>.” You voice, very amused at the fact that Albedo’s acting like a timid bunny. You can almost see flowers floating around him.<br><br></div><div>Albedo looked at you as you chuckled, what a wonderful sight he thinks, he’s gonna miss being able to be near you so easily once you return back to teyvat. Albedo opened his mouth to speak of something when the doorbell rings. You turn your head, setting your gaze at your front door.<br><br></div><div>“<em>Venti, you didn’t order anything again without my permission, did you?”</em> You called out, Venti’s head popped out from upstairs, his face just over the stair railing. “<em>No, of course not! I’d never, bard’s word.</em>” He crossed his heart with his fingers, making you even more curious.<br><br></div><div>“<em>Who the heck is Venti?!, Y/N open up! Who’s in there?! I’m gonna fight them!</em>” Muffled voices come from behind your front door as you gasp, you grabbed hold of Albedo’s hand pulling him to the stairs, you made a motion for him to stay before you pulled Zhongli, Ei and Aether to the stairs. “<em>My friends are here, that means, they don’t know you’re here and so, we have to hide you in my room.</em>” You explain while pushing them upstairs, the loud banging from your friends making you more anxious by the second.<br><br></div><div>“<em>Stay in my room and do not, and I mean it, </em><strong><em>do not </em></strong><em>leave this room without me saying so, okay?</em>” You stuff them into your room, half of them falling into your bed and the rest almost tripping over themselves, “<em>do what you want to not be bored, just..don’t ruin my bedroom, and </em><strong><em>don’t you dare</em></strong><em> go through my closet again, I’m looking at you, Venti. I swear.</em>” You glare at him as he nodded, visibly gulping.<br><br></div><div>You ran downstairs, finally opening the door to your friends, who fell all over your floor. “<em>Y/N! YOU’VE GOT A TON OF SHIT TO EXPLAIN, YOU KEEP CANCELLING ON US AND FOR WHAT? NOT ONLY THAT, YOU TOOK A BREAK AT YOUR JOB!?</em>” you winced as you get scolded by your friend (friend 1 name) “<em>I apologize (friend 1), I’ve just been super busy, I-</em>“ you stop talking to see the same friend sniffing your couch.<br><br></div><div>“<em>EW it smells like…man..</em>” they look at you with a suspicious look. “<em>You, Y/N, L/N..had a man over?..a man? A.. A date?</em>” they questioned, stepping closer to you as they squinted their eyes in suspicion. “<em>No?- What are you going on about?-</em>“ more of your friends started pooling into your living room, your cat, marsh started meowing in confusion also.<br><br></div><div>“<em>IT SMELLS LIKE MAN. LIKE..OLD. MUSKY. MAN. Y/N..WHY DOES IT SMELL LIKE THAT- NO OTHER EXPLANATION THAN HAVING MEN OVER.</em>” (Friend 2) stomps over to you, their finger poking at your chest. You had no idea what was going on as your friend dragged you to the couch, sitting them down with you.<br><br></div><div>“<em>You’ve been missing at work for a good four (4) days, and you never and I mean never!</em>” (Friend 2) exaggerated, “<em>you never take such a long break, two (2) days maybe, but that’s like almost all of this week!</em>” You say just listening to your friend ramble, you question in your head where you got such crazy people as friends.<br><br></div><div>“<em>Are you okay? Is everything okay? Are you going crazy?? What is it, y/n?!?</em>” Your friends shook you by the shoulders making you dizzy. “<em>Okay! Okay stop!</em>” You push them away, some of them stumbling. “<em>I’ve just, not been feeling well okay? The- whatever scent you smelt or something is just a cologne I bought for a friend!</em>” you stood up, a little annoyed and closed your still open door from them barging in.<br><br></div><div>Don’t get yourself wrong, you love your friends, but you really don’t like the way they decide when to just poke and prod into your private life. You ha d just turned to face your friends when suddenly- “<em>[name]!! [name] [name] [name]!! Why’d you get albedo a gift?! Why not me? Where’s mine!</em>” Venti had left the room <strong><em>specifically</em></strong> when you told him not to.<br><br></div><div>You stood flabbergasted as Venti whines at you, his hands grabbed hold of your hands, a pout on his lips, you can see from the corner of your eyes, your friends jaw dropped and shocked.<br><br></div><div>a little context, your friends have been the one to show you to genshin impact, if it weren’t for them, you would’ve never knew about Venti, or Zhongli, or Aether.<br><br></div><div>You sigh, “<em>what the fuck.</em>” Your friend voices.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>That’s what brings you here, to another scenario where you had to explain what had happened and how fictional characters from a fictional game is now here. “<em>I..I am speechless.</em>” (friend 3) looked at you, disbelief in their eyes. You nodded sheepishly and laughed nervously.<br><br></div><div>“<em>So they,</em>” (friend 1) points at the huddled group behind you, “<em>think you’re a god? Of teyvat?</em>” Zhongli coughed, interrupting your friend. “<em>Actually the creator, we don’t think, we know.</em>” It was silent for a few moments, before your friends bursted out laughing. “<em>I’m, I’m so sorry if you truly think y/n here is a god haha!</em>” (Friend 2) replied in between laughs, holding their stomach.<br><br></div><div>“<em>I mean I’d believe it if you told me they are just apart of a cosplay but, a god? You’re just making things up</em>.” (Friend 1) retorted, “<em>I mean look at them, how could you consider such a..normal looking person, to be a god?</em>” Your friends ridiculed you in front of Zhongli, he’s reminded of the time at the grocery store, his fists curled tightly, his rings indented into his palm. He’s angry and offended that your friends have the nerve to even make fun of you. Venti was no longer smiling, watching your friends laugh about you was one thing, but to <strong><em>ridicule</em></strong> you and <strong><em>even</em></strong> <strong><em>deface</em></strong> you, in front of them? They’re just <strong><em>begging</em></strong> to be killed.<br><br></div><div>You were severely uncomfortable, your stomach churned and your hands shook, feeling the weight of the tension the group behind you radiated as your friends laughed even more, you couldn’t say that you didn’t expect this to happen, your lips was in a grim line and Aether and Albedo noticed, Aether placed his hand on your shoulder, an attempt to comfort you.<br><br></div><div>You glanced up at Albedo by your side, you can see the anger and the hunger of a revenge-filled being in them, your eyes slowly widened, you have to hold him back, if not, <strong><em>he’s going to kill your friends!<br></em></strong><br></div><div>Ei could feel electricity forming around her, she was enraged, how dare these low life people you willingly indulged in, think they’re so much better then you. Ei couldn’t control herself from grabbing hold of your friend and slamming them against the table, you gasp standing up from your chair, you could hear the crack of your friends wrist being broken as they cry out in pain.<br><br></div><div>“<em>Say that again, I dare you! Try to ridicule them again!</em>” Ei’s eyes spirals in a frenzy, her gaze hazy, her lips contorted into an angry grin. “<em>You’ve got some nerve, coming into our grace’s house, ruining their calm afternoon, and trying to accuse them of impersonating themselves.</em>” Ei pushed your friend tighter and tighter into the table as they started crying from the pain, you were frozen, so were your other friends as they hyperventilated, you could hear their staggered breaths more than your own.<br><br></div><div>You could feel your heart beating quickly as you try to pull Ei off from your friend as your friend fell to the ground crying and sobbing at the pain of their broken wrist and the overwhelming fear they received from being pinned down so harshly onto your table.<br><br></div><div>Albedo stepped forward, a visible frown on his face as he tries to help your injured friend get up from their spot, receiving nothing but a slap and a ‘get away from me!’ In return. He stays quiet as he takes a deep breath in, clearly annoyed and wanting nothing more than to just, bash your friends’ heads in. But he wouldn’t, not in front of you at least.<br><br></div><div>“<em>I suggest you get the hell out of here, you’ve ruined our grace’s moods and we have no problem </em><strong><em>getting rid of you</em></strong><em> if it makes them happy.” </em>Albedo spoke out, scaring them even more. They nodded nervously as they grabbed hold of their injured friend and left the house, you stepped back from the scene, broken glass and spilt water covered your kitchen tiles, Ei’s angered figure, huffing, you can see her taking deep breaths, Albedo turned around to glance at you, your back was against the wall as you hear your shaking breath.<br><br></div><div>“<em>What did you do, Ei?..</em>”<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Yandere Genshin Impact; Vision Marks pt.1</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Lovers marking eachother with their own vision marks are common.<br><br></div><div>Even lovers with the same vision mark each other.<br><br></div><div>The process is a beautiful thing. It doesn’t hurt at all, when love is Mutual it blooms naturally on your skin. Some say the feeling is akin to soft kisses on your skin; others say it’s like a soft tickle session, with giggles filling your tummy. Some say it’s orgasmic, the best feeling you’ve ever felt in your life, it’ll make you ring out in love for days on end.<br><br></div><div>People who’ve marked each other are said to feel a connection with one another. They can feel each other’s emotions to an extent and also gain a sense for when the other is in danger.<br><br></div><div><em>But; If there isn’t love a foot. Vision marks can be…. Awful.￼<br></em><br></div><div>Vision marks coming from anyone but lovers; <strong><em>hurt.<br></em></strong><br></div><div>The pain scale comes from how much malice you have for said person; it could be something of sorta uncomfortable to the feeling of an organ failing.<br><br></div><div>One that would make you feel uncomfortable would be <strong><em>Zhongli’s.<br></em></strong><br></div><div>He’s overbearing. He takes control of your life. But with his Wealth he makes up for it. You want that? Sure. (Just make sure he has his wallet.) With his strength he’ll invite you over and just say “you can’t leave now.” Your escape attempts will end in him simply wagging his finger. “Where do you think you’re going?” His punishments would be spanking, he treats you like a child. Just thinking you’re so innocent and stupid. You don’t realize how good this is for you. This is your home now, <strong><em>HIS vision mark will make you realize it.<br></em></strong><br></div><div><em>“You’ve done it now, you’ve had your fun but now it’s over. I’m tired of these silly little games.” He holds you by your hair and lifts you up with ease. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. You’ll see soon.” He whispers his arm moving towards your exposed stomach. You feel a beam of power, unexplained and uncomfortable shifting to and thou in his grasp trying to get away. Now you had a geo vision mark on your lower abdomen, that didn’t belong to you. Blinking and now implanted in your brain was a small voice whispering “this is home.” “This is home.” Your eyes widen, as the thoughts boomed in your head. In about two days or so Zhongli is pleased, your naive brain caved and you finally understood </em><strong><em>“This is home”.<br></em></strong><br></div><div><strong><em>Xiao’s </em></strong>would be of similar discomfort, but sparks of pain shoot through it every time you disobey him.<br><br></div><div><em>It was a simple process. He liked you. He took you. He never understood why humans make things so difficult. Either you learn to love him or he forces you into submission. No matter how much you begged, pled or yelled at him he wasn’t going to let you go. He doesn’t even talk to you most days. He just sits down on the balcony railing with his back turned watching the sky and ground below him. But the second you move. </em><strong><em>“Where do you think you’re going?”. </em></strong><em>He makes you feel like more of a nuisance then a lover. The way he rolls his eyes while watching you eat. The way he lets out a small ‘tch’ when you go to sleep. It’s like your bothering him but for some reason he’s keeping you here? He just doesn’t understand human functions nonetheless a human’s mind. Escape attempts are not tolerated by Xiao at all. First of all he’ll find you easily, second of all he will break a bone in your body. A rib, an arm, a leg, as long as it’s not critical to your health he’ll break it. He won’t break more then one at a time, so if you make him really pissed off he’ll have to wait for the first bone to heal and he WILL remember. </em><strong><em>Then he hears wind about vision marking…<br></em></strong><br></div><div>You didn’t do anything. “W-What are you doing!?” You asked the male in confusion and fear. The male had silently picked up your right arm, examining it like he usually does before he <strong><em>breaks</em></strong> it. “M-my left arm is still broken! You said you wouldn’t break two at once-“ “I know what I said…. Be quiet… your panic is annoying.” He said above a whisper still examining your arm. You watched nervously seeing his hand glow lightly, he raised it up as if he was going to hit you. You shriveled back, but his hold on you tightened. “Don’t move.” He commanded. And now he slammed his hand on your right arm. He didn’t break the bone but your brain felt as if it had melted. Your body pulsed rapidly as a anemo mark that didn’t belong to you began to appear on your arm. His eyes watched in curiosity, watching your small spasms and shakes as the mark implanted itself in your body. <strong><em>“Obey” “Obey” “Obey him” </em></strong>began to bounce around your mantle. <strong><em>“Look at me.” </em></strong><em>When you didn’t… you felt a stinging in your arm. The second you looked at him, it ceased. You’ve been forced to </em><strong><em>Obey him.<br></em></strong><br></div><div><strong><em>Venti’s</em></strong> would never hurt you…. Per say. His makes you… <strong><em>feel</em></strong> a certain way. Makes you remember only he can make you feel like this.<br><br></div><div>Venti doesn’t capture you… per say. He keeps you by his side. <strong><em>“Another drink for my fair lady!” “Two more rounds over here!” “One more! One more!” </em></strong><em>He’s spending so much on you… how could you deny another drink. He keeps you by his side all night, drunken cheeks, slurs and all when he speaks to you. His heart beating quickly, you were the only woman in all of the hundred thousand years of his life that caught his eye. </em><strong><em>“Don’t goooo~… you can’t leave me…~” </em></strong><em>he begs holding your arm.</em><strong><em> “You can’t walk home alone~! It’s night time!” </em></strong><em>Your drunk, you don’t think about the fact that he’s drunk as well. You nod as Venti leads you home. To his </em><strong><em>home. </em></strong><em>You messed up. Now you can’t leave. He’s so nice tho… He brushes your hair lovingly styling it. Makes you food. And he’s so sickeningly sweet, his emotions, his faces the way he looks at you. The way his wings would pop out and a face full of love would stare back at you. It was </em><strong><em>sickening. </em></strong><em>He goes out every night and brings back drinks for the both of you to drink tell you black out but he misses the bar, the cheer actually going out with you. He’d love to do that but… you’re just so resentful towards him. He looks naive but he knows the first thing you’ll do is run off. It’s been a month and Venti’s ready to take it to the next level to truly give you </em><strong><em>ALL</em></strong><em> of his love. But you deny his advances. He just wants to make you feel good! Hmm… he heard about something lovers do about fifty years ago. </em><strong><em>Vision marking? Was it?<br></em></strong><br></div><div><em>Venti loomed over you. His face was full of lust. He grasped your face with a love filled smile. His wings fluttering and forming on his back. </em><strong><em>“Love, please… let me make you feel good~” </em></strong><em>he held your cheek and kissed you, trying to shove his tongue into mouth but you pushed back on him, moving and kicking him away. </em><strong><em>“Get off of me! You swine!”. </em></strong><em>Swine? Venti felt his heart crack… he always knew it but never acted on it. He’s been too nice, he’s been too kind to you. He quickly pounced on you, his grip strong something you’ve never felt before from Venti. His archon marks began to glow, but his look of love never left his face. </em><strong><em>“My love… I tried everything. I want to be one with you… I want to connect with you… with this you’ll be mine and I’ll be your~</em></strong><em>” One of his palms grasped the end of your shirt rolling it up and exposing your stomach. His hand then drifted downwards grabbing your pant’s end and exposing your panties to him. Before you could say, move or do anything. You felt a rush, wave, overwhelming heat. Shaking in your legs, boiling in your core, the feeling of burst but not there. A glowing Anemo mark formed on your heat.</em><strong><em> “Venti! Venti! Venti! Only Venti can make me feel release!” </em></strong><em>Your brain yelled at you. Your mind was nothing but a pan of scrambled eggs. Your legs bucking, your tongue rolling out of your mouth. You looked towards Venti in nothing more but lust, like a dog in heat. Venti could only smile lovingly leaning in forward and kissing you slipping his tongue into your mouth while his hands went down to your panties, his fingers going to soothe your core. He’s so happy, now he could touch you, now he could love you, now you’ll both become one. </em><strong><em>Now you’ll both be happy.<br></em></strong><br></div><div><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>God wills it</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Tales of greater Gods had been passed down from generation to generation for millennia and yet none struck a cord as much as the legend of The Creation, known by most humans nowadays as a lullaby simply dubbed “Teyvat’s Maker”. A song parents would sing their kids during bedtime, one that could be heard sung by bards late at night at taverns.<br><br></div><div>However, most of the interest didn’t necessarily lay within said Creator (whose role was dubbed as Vita) – the deity that gave life to the very world The Seven ruled over; no, it laid on their companion, a – at the time – smaller god simply dubbed as Rem as their name was unknown, some said it was too sacred to be spoken which led to it being lost to time.<br><br></div><div>Out of all known previous gods, from a time long before the participants of the Archon war were even birthed, Rem was the one revered the most – they were said to have been the one to plan, mold, and shape Teyvat – it was later with the help of Vita that Rem’s work was given life to.<br><br></div><div>As it turns out that Teyvat was a gift; from one friend to another, however pitiful as it may be, of the two, one remained.<br><br></div><div>Unfortunately, as most ancient beings from that time did, Vita ended up being long forgotten, having given in to temptation: corruption soon left the divinity a memory of the past. Only Rem remained, who took on the task of fulfilling the roles now left vacant. They worked and poured their love, soul, and heart making sure Teyvat prospered to the extent they gave their very own life. They ended up succumbing to seemingly endless sleep.<br><br></div><div>They worked through days and nights alike, raising mountains and carving rivers and streams into the land – creating the perfect landscape for their people to ensure the best possible life. And yet no one knew why, not the priestesses or the monks that dedicated themselves wholly to the study and worship of their idol, the land had been laid and fruits had blossomed yet, they worked and worked for a goal unknown.<br><br></div><div>But one thing was certain, whether it had not been for Rem, Teyvat would fail to exist as it does today. It was a fact known to all Archons – and so, they worshiped their God like no other. Hoping, praying that with their sacrifices and dedication, their benevolent God would awaken once more and rebuild all of Teyvat to its former glory, giving wake to new prosperity and better life.<br><br></div><div>Tales of the grandiose past of the land littered ancient texts, scripts, and mosaics of the people who lived during Rem’s prime and their blessed lives created a longing in the people of Teyvat and the beings that currently ruled over them for an era long passed.<br><br></div><div>That’s why, throughout all of the land – from Inazuma to Mondstatd – the God of Teyavt was worshiped alongside their respective Archon. They would celebrate, worship, and revere their god, with countless monuments and thrones, statues and sanctuaries built in their name scattered through the land – if there was a civilization there was Rem. All of these places were sacred and all human affairs were to be forgotten, you were not a Knight of Favonius or a Fatui there, you weren’t from Liyue or Inazuma, you were from Teyvat and you were going to respect the God that gave you life.<br><br></div><div>Everyone, no matter where or who, knew of Rem and their gifts – they were the undeniable force that flowed through the grass and water of Teyvat, the being that planted the first seeds and saw the world bloom for the first time.<br><br></div><div>It’s been thousands upon thousands of years since their God had fallen into slumber, but Teyvat awaited them; when one sudden day, their prayers had been heard.<br><br></div><div>It started when two strangers – outlanders to Teyvat – stumbled into the world, it was then that Rem’s awakening began, but it didn’t start because of them, but because of you. Because you, the one blessing the Traveler, was Rem reincarnated – was the God who came to save Teyvat.<br><br></div><div>Lumine isn’t sure when you arrived, all she knows is that – a little after helping Paimon out of the water, she felt you around her. It felt as if she was being embraced by a comforting warmth, soft touches that encouraged her to move a certain way, ghostly hands that encapsulate her own as she swings her sword around. At first, she was scared, terrified even, but the longer you two spent together the more she realized how precious you were.<br><br></div><div>You were helping her not only find her brother but help others too; you were kind and generous. Lumine was certain you didn’t need to help her, and she was right – you didn’t need to help anyone, and yet you took (what to them) was days and maybe even weeks at a time to aid those in need.<br><br></div><div>She and Paimon stayed in the wilderness for a few days, Lumine slowly growing accustomed to having something – more like, someone around her, giving her commands and tasks to complete while still allowing her to continue towards her original goal.<br><br></div><div>In a way, she liked it; learning to enjoy the way you helped her on her journey, when she was with you she had goals, realistic goals that helped move her closer to finding her brother while also giving a helping hand to those around – she’s certain that without you she’d be helplessly lost; Paimon could only do so much, after all.<br><br></div><div>She doesn’t know who you are, she doesn’t care enough to try and figure it out as much as she probably should because right now you exist as a reminder she wasn’t alone, that there was someone or some force in the universe cheering her on.<br><br></div><div>Once the three of you, yes three; Lumine liked counting you in as a party in her adventures too, arrived at Mondstatd and stayed in the city for some time – the Traveler quickly found out that what she was experiencing wasn’t a common occurrence in the world of Teyvat, and that in fact, you seemed to be more than she had just imagined.<br><br></div><div>Since you’d become a presence in her life when she arrived in this new world, she guessed that maybe you were something of a guide to everyone – never once did the thought that you’d be the God revered around all of Teyvat cross her mind.<br><br></div><div>The news of your identity was not only revealed to her but the Knights of Favonius at the same time (much to her disappointment, even if it was selfish she hoped you’d be something only she had access to), everyone was left speechless when Venti – who had yet to reveal himself as Barbatos – felt what could only be designed as shocking waves of power radiating around and from Lumine; power he’d only heard from in old stories – he hadn’t had the fortune to meet you in your past life in person, only able to gather information from old books and songs passed down from older generations –, he knew at that moment that all previous plans he’d had would need to be altered because Rem had awoken; you were here now. He had no other choice but to then announce your identity and reveal his own, to varying degrees of belief (though it would eventually change).<br><br></div><div>This is when problems began occurring on your side of things – you weren’t the most social of all people, which meant most of your time was spent inside playing games, reading, watching some new series, or between your (online) classes and a part-time job you loathed. You were too shy to even attempt to make your presence known online, your accounts were almost completely bare with no traces of close friends or relatives (as sad as that may sound). This is why when things began acting out in your game, you just assumed it was normal – it wasn’t like you had anyone to talk to.<br><br></div><div>You did try to search up some things, such as plot and lore – curious as to what was going on, but for some reason, your browser would never load properly and your searches would turn up with nothing useful, only ads for the game or information you already knew of, – you didn’t know it was because of the characters intervening with your gadgets; hell, you didn’t even know it was possible.<br><br></div><div>You waved it off as a Doki Doki (a game where sentiency was the selling point) type of situation, maybe part of the charm was the characters’ seeming self-awareness – the files in your computer that had “secret” messages from characters were just part of the gimmick. Right?<br><br></div><div>Whatever the case was, you were none the wiser to the reality you were currently facing.<br><br></div><div>Soon all of the Knights of Favonius had heard of the special powers and aura that Lumine held and it was then that things went completely off the rails. With no other option – many options were available Venti contacted two Archons he was certain would respond quickly to the news; Morax and Ei, two of the most loyal acolytes of Rem.<br><br></div><div>You had no idea what was going on, everything that was happening behind the scenes was a complete mystery to you – you were clueless about the reality you were soon to face. But, to your credit, you were not completely oblivious to the changes going on. You noticed strange buildings – ones that looked much like shrines – started to appear where they once were not, they were brimming with offerings but seemed to have no connections with the in-game gods or Archons, it only worsened when you noticed that the plaque read your name – your real name, not the in-game alias you had chosen, a part of you wanted to wave it off, your name wasn’t exclusive to yourself maybe it was a coincidence, but there was the nagging feeling at the back of your head that something was off.<br><br></div><div>Those temples and shrines, as they later became more recognizable as such the more they began mirroring those in your world, were a product of the joint effort of the three nations of the known Archons – Inazuma, Liyue, and Mondtstad, they were originally coined by Albedo (who had taken notice of the shifting waves of Teyvat and had quickly put together the mystery of your sudden arrival), he’d become quite accustomed to breaching the fourth wall and inter-dimensions as through fast research (with an amazing tool known simply as Google that had undoubtedly piqued his interest) he learned about the ways of worship in your world.<br><br></div><div>Zhongli was more than willing to start working with the Qixing to raise hundreds of temples personally designed by himself (with the advice of Ningguang) in your name, soon Jean (requested by Venti, who had revealed himself as Barbatos as soon as it was confirmed by Albedo that you were indeed Teyvat’s god) sent out as many craftsmen and Knights to do so as well, and soon Inazuma was filled with temples and shrines designed by Baal and Ei themselves.<br><br></div><div>By then, all of Teyvat had heard of you and your return. All previous celebrations had been halted and replaced with events and holidays in your favor, not that you’d realized – simply using Lumine as a vessel to complete tasks while she relished in the warmth that was spending time with you, in your hands and at your mercy.<br><br></div><div>It was clear how much of a blessing and honor it was to be a vessel, it had been dubbed as “Godly Possession” and it quickly became a fight as to who would become your next “pull” (they had heard the word being uttered by you, it was soon interpreted by Kokomi and other maidens to mean; “A linking of the mortal soul to that of God”). Soon, you had amassed all characters available, even the ones you shouldn't have been able to get, — from five to four stars with completed constellations and ridiculous weapons, it became easy to travel and explore the lands to the point you wondered if you were even playing the game correctly.<br><br></div><div>But soon, it wasn’t enough – not when there were hundreds of thousands of loyal followers waiting to meet you.<br><br></div><div>It didn’t take long before the three Archons Zhongli, Ei, and Venti established with the help of the Knights of Favonius an organization, one of religious nature dedicated to you, to figure out how to bring you home.<br><br></div><div>There was no name for the organization but it was locally called Acolytes of Rem (though the name was to be changed to yours when they confirmed it), the members were well known to be part of it with each of them slowly garnering respect for their religious duties, from the Knights in Mondstadt to members of the Yamashiro Commission in Inazuma, even the Alcor found itself with acolytes in its deck.<br><br></div><div>Albedo, Sucrose, and the Archons (along with the help of the Qixing who were funding the research) began the treacherous journey of finding a way to bring you home. There were whispers and questions as to why you hadn’t visited them even though you were aware of them, as noted by your constant interactions with them, but it didn’t matter in the end, for Albedo had been working tirelessly alongside Sucrose to create a portal for you.<br><br></div><div>Soon, Dragonspine – the place where Rem was said to be lying in eternal slumber – became home to a large device the Alchemist had created, a portal. While slightly unstable it seemed to serve its purpose and all that was left was to make the proper arrangements for your eventual arrival.<br><br></div><div>The place of your awakening had already been chosen, soft pillows and blankets littered the room where Albedo would then lay your body until you woke up, the most expensive of clothes and fine silks laid bare waiting for you.<br><br></div><div>“Don’t get too excited,” the blond reminded the bard one afternoon, “there’s still much time left before they arrive.”<br><br></div><div>But that seemed to stop neither the Anemo Archon nor his fellow acolytes, not when Zhongli had already started the building where you’d stay at whenever you were in Liyue nor when Goth Hotel had its master rooms rented out indefinitely as requested by the Acting Grand Master of Mondstatd. It didn’t take long before word got out either, there was almost no region where you couldn’t feel the electric buzzing, echoes of excitement at the prospect of your arrival; by then, all that was left was you.<br><br></div><div>Albedo had made it clear, alongside Sucrose, that only two people could travel at a time, the portal was still unstable and there was a chance it’d collapse if exposed to too many people.<br><br></div><div>Of course, this swiftly led to a fight, not that you’d know (they made sure all preparations happened while you were away, why go and ruin a surprise, after all) that ended with Albedo being the chosen omen — not as if he’d need the confirmation from the others, since it’d been his plan from the start to be the one to first meet you.<br><br></div><div>This time though, you’d be escorted by the Knights and guarded by an ever-changing rotation while Lumine stayed at your side – much to many people’s dismay, who had hoped to be the ones to serve you.<br><br></div><div>But all anger soon left as Albedo, with the help of Sucrose and Lisa, had stepped into his creation, with one goal in his mind – to meet you.<br><br></div><div>The journey was surprisingly short, the air around him was cold for one second as everything faded into bright colors but soon enough he found himself stepping into your bedroom.<br><br></div><div>He’d seen the silhouette of it many times; however, if due to the technological differences between your world and his, he had never quite gotten a good look at your living space. He’d fantasized about it, similarly to how he fantasized of the moment he’d be able to embrace you and take you away to your real home, but being inside a space that was so you, so filled to the brim with your interests and personality, was overwhelming. Albedo wished he had more time, he wished he had the time to look around and inspect every nook and cranny and memorize it, but he didn’t have the time, he takes a look at the chronometer he had, he’s lacking time.<br><br></div><div>He spots you quite easily, you were sleeping peacefully, huddled between blankets and pillows, protecting you from the cold night’s air. The most efficient method would be to grab you and run, as unsavory as it may sound, and the researcher knew that but he couldn’t help but want to stall the process if only to look at you, have you all to himself for one moment.<br><br></div><div>With shaky hands, from excitement or the act of interdimensional traveling he didn’t know, he lowers the covers so he can take a better look at your face. He regretted it almost instantly because now he doubting if to bring you to Teyvat at all and simply keeping you to himself – no, he can’t do that, you’re their god, his god… he couldn’t possibly steal you away, keep you locked up in his home to keep him and Klee company, he… he couldn’t.<br><br></div><div>He shakes his head, such unreasonable thoughts weren’t in character for him – he had something to do and he’d do it, if anything this was another experiment, yeah, that will do; see it as an experiment and don’t diverge from the original plan.<br><br></div><div>He slides his arms under your body and gently hugs you to himself, before you can even react he pops a tablet down your throat. He covers your nose to make sure your sleeping body swallows it but he quickly lets it go in fear of hurting you once he’s sure it’s down your throat – he made sure everything he had put on the small pill would be safe and effective, meaning you wouldn't wake up until hours later. He’d observed you for long enough, alongside other acolytes but they don’t really matter, to know that your body could get hurt and he’d rather die than risk being responsible for any scratch or bruise, no matter how small or painless, in your body.<br><br></div><div>Adjusting you in his arms, Albedo looks around the room, he spots a few devices laying around and decides to throw them in his bag — he didn’t recognize any of them but they were in your room, so they must be important. He’d, unknowingly, packed your tablet and phone and a few other belongings such as chargers (that may or may not be the ones needed for those devices), alongside items he did recognize like pillows and items of clothing. Because he was hugging you he couldn’t be as careful as he wished he could be, after all these are all things of yours and deserved the most delicate care, but there was little time now and he had to get going if he didn’t want the more… violent of his fellow believers to attack him.<br><br></div><div>He takes a look at your sleeping figure and steps back into the portal, which makes a loud sound before closing after you two effectively shutting you out of your world, not that you knew.<br><br></div><div>Everything after you two make your way into Teyvat is a blur, you are quickly transported to your room while news of your arrival spreads just as fast. You are changed into more comfortable clothes, provided by the Qixing, by Lumine, the original vessel, as Noelle danced around the room organizing your belongings.<br><br></div><div>While you were fast asleep, some of Teyvat’s most powerful vision users were making their way over to Dragonspine, awaiting your awakening, longing to meet and serve you: their unknowing God.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ YOU HAVE RECEIVED A LETTER, LET’S SEE WHAT’S INSIDE! ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>…<br><br></div><div><em>how did it end this way?<br></em><br></div><div>“how dare you impersonate our divine one!” huffman yelled, pointing his sword at you as you stared at him with a terrified look on your face. throughout the months of playing this game, you couldn’t recall seeing the familiar npc being as angry as he is now.<br><br></div><div><em>what did you do?<br></em><br></div><div>you look around your surroundings, panicking at the sight of most of the npcs in the city of freedom surrounding you with an intent of something despicable. what did you do to make them, the people who you thought were <em>friendly</em>, look at you as if you’ve done a crime?<br><br></div><div>“i don’t understand..” you spoke up, slowly backing away as they come closer and closer. “what did i do wrong?”<br><br></div><div>“don’t you dare act innocent!” donna yelled out. “you are aware of what you have done, you leech! what were you thinking when you decided to step foot here and act as if you’re our creator?!”<br><br></div><div>you continued to look around again, hoping to see a familiar face that isn’t among the hateful crowd.<br><br></div><div>your eyes then lands on venti.<br><br></div><div><em>oh thank the heavens.<br></em><br></div><div>without another thought, you immediately tried to run pass the crowd, surprising everyone in the process as your hand reaches out towards the bard, who seems to start noticing your figure running towards him with an angry mob behind you.<br><br></div><div>“venti!” you cried out, hiding yourself behind him (despite his small stature). “please help me, i don’t know why they’re after me, i didn’t do an—”<br><br></div><div>“get your filthy hands off me!”<br><br></div><div>you let out a surprised gasp when venti pushes you off, causing you to stumble backwards and fall on the floor.<br><br></div><div>he glares down at you as everyone else makes fun at your pathetic state. “you dare think i’d fall for your tricks?” <em>what tricks? what is he talking about?<br></em><br></div><div>“please.. i didn’t do.. i didn’t do anything wrong.” you said, trying to stand up from the cold ground — only for venti to push you down again.<br><br></div><div>“who knew there would be a person who has the audacity to come here and mock our creator, pretending they’ve done nothing wrong with their life.” he said with a venomous tone, paying no mind to how you shivered from the sudden harsh winds.<br><br></div><div>“leave us alone before i give in to temptation and give you something worse than death.”<br><br></div><div>…<br><br></div><div><em>just what creator are they talking about? are they talking about celestia?<br></em><br></div><div>tears started forming in your eyes as people started throwing things at you — both big and small, trying to mute out those who have been saying foul words towards you.<br><br></div><div><em>of course liyue wouldn’t be different. what were you thinking?<br></em><br></div><div>you whimpered in pain when you felt what seemed to be a hot bowl of soup on the left side of your body, it will surely leave a couple of burns on your skin underneath.<br><br></div><div>“get out of here, you disrespectful idiot!” chef mao, the person who threw the bowl of soup, yelled out.<br><br></div><div><em>you just want to end this pain.<br></em><br></div><div>as you head towards the pathway of feiyun slope where the other exit of the harbor is, your eyes wanders around the area until you spotted another familiar face.<br><br></div><div>“zh-zhongli?” you called out softly with your eyes brightened, feeling your shoulders beginning to relax from the sight of the consultant that you grew to love back in your world — who turns around to see you.<br><br></div><div><em>perhaps… perhaps he could hel—<br></em><br></div><div>your breath hitched when he summons his polearm.<br><br></div><div>“you wench,” he spat out, causing your eyes to widen from his foul language. “you dare to try and fool us with your insolent disguise as our creator?”<br><br></div><div>“i-i didn’t do anything, i swear!” you cried out, alarmed from people suddenly coming out to the streets to see the commotion. “i don’t know who you’re talking about, i-i’m just a normal—”<br><br></div><div>you yelped when someone pushed you to the ground, causing your heart to beat faster in fear. <em>what have you done to deserve this? when will you wake up from a seemingly ever-lasting nightmare?!<br></em><br></div><div>“pick an archon and start praying,” zhongli says, pointing the tip of his polearm at your neck as you cried.<br><br></div><div>“because what i’m going to do next will surely make you regret disrespecting our divine creator like this.”<br><br></div><div>…<br><br></div><div><em>who knew this world could be so cruel than your real one?<br></em><br></div><div>“you…” you shakily stood still as the raiden shogun slowly walk towards you with her blade in hand, you wanted nothing more than to put up your hood again and hide your face from the world, the cruel and cold world.<br><br></div><div>after getting a harsh beating from everyone in liyue, you managed to get a trip to inazuma, who started opening its doors with welcoming arms after the infamous traveler (who you still have not encountered for reasons unknown) helped their electro archon.<br><br></div><div>unlike your visits to mondstadt and liyue, you then decided to hide your face with a hoodie that you manage to steal from the boat you were riding in, hoping that you won’t have to go through the same thing as you did with the first nations.<br><br></div><div>much to your relief, no one seemed to notice your face, giving you another hope that maybe.. this was the right place for you to stay until you wake up from this dream.<br><br></div><div>you even made friends with the characters, who seemed to like you so well and never questioned the fact that you’re covering your face.<br><br></div><div><em>things were going well with your life in inazuma.. so how did they find out?<br></em><br></div><div>“you are a disgrace to teyvat for impersonating our divine creator,” she explains, not failing to notice the sight of your quivering form on the floor. “i’ll make sure this won’t slide easily.”<br><br></div><div>you look amongst the audience nearby to find who you thought were your dear friends watching you. <em>surely they’d save you from the raiden shogun’s wrath right? didn’t they say they’re willing to help you?<br></em><br></div><div>when you finally spotted thoma, ayaka, yoimiya, and other people that you got along with, your heart drops at the sight of them looking away from your hopeful gaze.<br><br></div><div><em>they’re just like everyone else.<br></em><br></div><div>you felt yourself slumped, staring down at the cold ground as every hope within your eyes vanishes slowly, paying no mind to the electro archon coming closer and closer to where you are.<br><br></div><div><em>what is the point of living, if you have no chance to live peacefully here at all?<br></em><br></div><div>you thought this was a chance for you to start anew and tried things you had never experienced in your real world, only to find out in a hardest way possible that there’s no hope for you here, whereas everyone considers you as an enemy to them for simply looking like their so-called creator.<br><br></div><div>“any last words?” the archon asks, slowly raising her sword as you close your eyes in relief.<br><br></div><div><em>if this is the way to come back to your real home, then perhaps death isn’t too bad.<br></em><br></div><div>suddenly though, a lightning suddenly blasted between you and raiden — who immediately backs away in surprise.<br><br></div><div>you opened your eyes as people started screaming, confused as to what’s happening.<br><br></div><div>you then realized a large shadow looming over you and the electro archon, who seems to be distracted from the culprit who interrupted your supposedly execution ceremony.<br><br></div><div>you slowly look up and saw the familiar form of a thunder manifestation.<br><br></div><div>“<em>your grace!</em>”<br><br></div><div>…<br><br></div><div>after being saved by the infamous thunderbird of inazuma, you had officially decided that enough is enough.<br><br></div><div>you were beyond outrageous for the things everyone has done to you. you simply snapped the moment your so-called inazuma friends turned their backs on you when you needed them the most.<br><br></div><div>you wish to see the very thing you created <em>burn</em>.<br><br></div><div>even though your life has been given another chance to live, your hope has been long gone. <em>what’s the point of hoping when you’ll end up being trampled on by people who thought they knew their creator so well?<br></em><br></div><div>you could never forget the disgusted looks on the archons faces as you <em>cried and begged</em> for their help from those who had hurt you in worst ways imaginable, only for them to join in and make you feel nothing more but pain and suffering.<br><br></div><div>there’s nothing more you desire than to see everyone regret their actions.<br><br></div><div>“your grace,” you turn around to see one of your precious thunder manifestations, the one who had saved you from the wrath of the raiden shogun. “the abyss has completed the sigils needed for the overlord of the vortex, we’re all waiting for your permission to use them.”<br><br></div><div>you smile sinisterly, feeling sadistic for being excited of what’s about to happen to the precious city of contracts. once liyue harbor has been flooded to cease it’s existence, you can move on to the next two nations that brought you hell and give them the punishment they deserved.<br><br></div><div><em>“release osial.”<br></em><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* YOU HAVE RECEIVED A LETTER, LET’S SEE WHAT’S INSIDE! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>…</strong></div><div>there had been reports from adventurers claiming that there were no signs of hilichurls and abyss for weeks now.</div><div>the imposter had been long gone for what felt like months. everyone was more than happy that they had successfully defended their divine god’s identity with all their might and served justice to the sinner, who’s probably dead by now.</div><div>everyone concluded that the abyss disappearing was a good thing for the city - especially for the acting grandmaster jean, who was more than happy that she has less things to worry about now.</div><div>people started roaming around the nation of freedom without any worries besides wild creatures like wolves. hunters can easily hunt for boars without facing a hilichurl or abyss mages, adventurers can no longer worry about encountering those ruin guards and hunters in destroyed ruins, and dragonspine felt a little more safe now that there were no more frostarm lawachurls.</div><div>it felt like this was a <em>gift</em> from their grace that they oh-so worshipped to.</div><div>venti had also thought that this was a reward from the divine creator themselves for banishing the fiend imposter that dared to commit such blasphemy, only to think otherwise when the winds stopped talking to him.</div><div>everywhere venti goes, he could no longer feel the winds unlike before. although it was still there, it felt as though it had been ignoring venti for something.</div><div>he didn’t fail to notice the fact that dvalin and andrius have also disappeared, leaving the worried bard alone with mondstadt’s obliviousness to the situation.</div><div><em>just what is the cause behind all of this?</em></div><div>without any wind to talk to, venti could no longer keep on track on his long old friend who took care of the imposter and banned them from liyue as well.</div><div>not to mention the fact that there are three cases of people disappearing that caused the knights of favonius to panic.</div><div>venti was surprised to hear that kaeya, albedo, and klee have all disappeared. no one didn’t even see or recall anything regarding the three - especially from rosaria, sucrose, and timaeus, who were the closest to the two men who have disappeared.</div><div>although this case is most likely not involved, the bard couldn’t help but think that this must have something to do with the imposter.</div><div>so, venti decided to set out on a journey to visit liyue and check up on the retired geo archon, wanting to know if he too had faced such cases in his nation.</div><div>before he could step out of his beloved city, the winds suddenly grew stronger and harsh, causing everyone outside to stop what they were doing and process what’s happening.</div><div>it didn’t take long before venti heard the familiar sounds of dvalin’s roar.</div><div>“<strong><em>BARBATOS</em></strong>!” the bard felt his heart dropped from the voice of andrius, looking around the city in confusion. <em>what is andrius doing here?</em></div><div>he then started to notice one of the men that mondstadt has been looking for, his eyes widens when he spots kaeya’s other eye that’s now exposed.</div><div>a shadow suddenly looms over venti, causing him to look up and see the spirit of andrius staring back at him with <em>anger and hatred.</em></div><div>“you shall pay for the sins you’ve committed against our divine god.”</div><div><strong>—</strong></div><div>there had been reports from liyuean citizens that dogs have suddenly disappeared.</div><div>it was a strange occurrence indeed, but it wasn’t enough for zhongli to worry about. he thought that there was no need to intervene in such an incident that doesn’t endanger his city, thinking that the qixing and millelith can handle it on their own.</div><div>or so he thought.</div><div>not long after, there had also been reports from adventurers who claimed that there are no longer hilichurls or other monsters in sight – especially the infamous pyro regisvine and the primogeovishap themselves.</div><div>liyue was confused, surprised even. what is the cause of what one would consider..</div><div><em>a miracle?</em></div><div>the qixing then concluded that perhaps this was a sign from the divine creator themself as gratitude for defending their identity, causing everyone to cheer and consider this as a celebration.</div><div>as much as zhongli desires to send his prayers to his god as thanks for the kind gesture, he decided to check up on… a certain creature that he once considered as a friend.</div><div>when he visited the familiar cave that he and the traveler encountered, there were no signs of azhdaha around the place, much to his shock.</div><div><em>is this truly a blessing?</em></div><div>the retired archon could only think about how his divine creator must’ve been proud of his people and him for dealing with the sinner swiftly. just thinking about the praises he’d received from his creator makes his heart skip a beat.</div><div>“i wonder what happened that made you so happy, mr. zhongli.” childe spoke up with a smile as the two of them continued to dine in on wanmin restaurant’s finest dishes. “did you manage to win a lottery or something?”</div><div>despite what happened back then after faking his death, childe continued to hang out with zhongli much to his surprise (despite the huge tension around them).</div><div>though, he has to admit, the tension between him and the harbinger has grown.. stronger.</div><div>the consultant lets out a chuckle. “it is much better than winning a lottery, childe.” he replies, taking a sip of his tea before he continues, “have you heard of an imposter visiting liyue with the face of our divine creator?”</div><div>childe laughs. “oh i see now. you must’ve been proud of your people when they pushed the imposter to the sea.”</div><div>zhongli couldn’t help but shift a bit in his seat, feeling suspicious with the tensed atmosphere.</div><div><strong>“</strong>i must say, i feel a bit jealous that the creator became generous with your nation. snezhnaya on the other hand became colder than ever.” childe commented, paying no mind to the consultant’s gestures.</div><div>it took a few moments of silence before zhongli spoke up again.</div><div>“…what is your reason for coming back here, childe?”</div><div>the harbinger continues to smile. “what do you mean? i just came here to see if the rumors are true, of course!”</div><div>“surely the tsaritsa would’ve given you another task to do, aren’t i right?” zhongli retorts, copying childe’s expression. “you would’ve come back to your home right now since the celebration has come to an end.”</div><div>“oh, but i’m not here just for your celebration!” childe exclaims, letting out an amused laugh.</div><div>the consultant furrowed his eyebrows. “what do you mean?”</div><div>“i’m talking about our <strong><em>god’s celebration</em></strong>, of course!”</div><div>as soon as those words slipped from the harbinger’s mouth, zhongli suddenly felt the ground shaking, now noticing how the sky has grown dark along with how the waves of the sea have grown stronger than ever.</div><div><em>it can’t be.</em></div><div>as everyone started panicking in realization that the harbor is in danger, childe could only laugh manically.</div><div>“you got me, mister zhongli,” he spoke up, standing up from his seat as everyone starts to evacuate.</div><div>“just so you know, i actually only came here to see the look on your face when you realized that you are no longer <em>wanted</em> by our divine creator.” he explains, watching as zhongli’s eyes widens in horror at the sight of osial rising once more.</div><div>“after all, it’s what you deserve for harming our grace.”</div><div><strong>—</strong></div><div>ei could only frown from the memory of the thunder manifestation saving the imposter from her wrath.</div><div><em>has the manifestation been fooled by the imposter and think that they’re their beloved creator?</em> she wondered to herself, pacing back and forth in her plane of euthymia as her prototype-self deals with the aftermath of the failed attempt of the imposter’s execution.</div><div>not to mention the fact that yae miko had recently come up to the archon regarding a concerning amount of reports related to inazuma’s… change of state.</div><div>it confused ei that yae would come up to her just to bring up something the tenryou commission can handle on their own, only to think otherwise when she first read the documents.</div><div>some had reported about how the rain in yashiori island has returned once more, only this time it had begun to grow stronger and unstoppable. some had reported about how tsurumi island’s fog had returned as well and became bigger to the point where it had almost reached the rest of the islands. one had also mentioned about how the legendary <em>maguu kenki </em>has started to move away from his arena, killing anyone that comes out of its way to an unknown destination.</div><div>what made ei decide to come out was a certain document that mentioned both mondstadt and liyue’s troubles, all going through similar things as inazuma.</div><div>the thought that maybe, just maybe that the imposter that she had almost killed with her own hands was <em>the very being</em> that made her pursue eternity almost brought ei down on her knees in regret.</div><div><em>it can’t be them</em>. she thought, her heart beating rapidly as she heads to the road that will take her to ritou and visit liyue —</div><div>she stops her tracks when a sudden explosion appears by the entrance of inazuma city.</div><div>“guards, head towards the commotion now!” she yelled and continued running once more, hoping that it was just an accidental experiment from yoimiya and nothing super serious as the guards followed her.</div><div>by the time she arrived, her eyes landed on <em>yours</em>.</div><div>there you were, standing in front of the huge smoke with a dull look on your face. no longer was the imposter disguised as someone else with the help of a cloak,</div><div>now stood the <strong><em>divine creator </em></strong>themself amidst the chaos around them and ei, whose breath hitches in realization and regret.</div><div>“you..” you spoke up, your voice now confident and vengeful instead of <em>frightened and weak</em> as you walked towards the archon. “you are a disgrace to teyvat for performing an execution against your god.”</div><div>ei’s heart tightens from the words you said that once slipped from her lips during your execution, now knowing that she had indeed messed up badly.</div><div>“do you remember me, <em>ei</em>?” you ask, walking towards the woman as the golden wolflord comes out from the smoke with rifthounds following, causing everyone to panic from the sight of the beasts that belong to the tsurumi island.</div><div>ei stood still, her hands shaking. <em>of course she remembers you.</em></div><div>“tell me, did you remember when the kamisato clan offered me to you as i beg for your mercy?” you ask again, bringing out a sword that she used to try and execute you.</div><div>ei didn’t bother asking where you had gotten that sword.</div><div>“i… i didn’t know any better.” ei spoke up, slowly walking backwards as you come closer and closer. “i didn’t know it was really yo—”</div><div>“<strong><em>no one</em></strong> did!” you yelled, ignoring the lightning that suddenly struck down the city from your outburst. “no one bothered to think that i wasn’t an imposter - you didn’t even let me explain myself!”</div><div>the woman felt her posture falter, her heart couldn’t handle the fact that she had disappointed you, the very being that gave her a reason to not give up.</div><div>“forgive me.. forgive me your grace—”</div><div>“you have <em>no right </em>to call me that anymore, you’ve lost your right as an acolyte.”</div><div>her lips quivered, her weapon dropped to the ground. “please, give me another chance, your grace! i regret my foolish decision in mistaking you as an impo—”</div><div>you let out a loud laugh. “and why should i give you a chance when you haven’t given me one before? you and the rest of the archons are indeed fools!”</div><div>ei’s shoulders began to tense from the sounds of her people screaming and crying out for help as rifthounds attacked them. <em>she should’ve known better- she shouldn’t have believed those fools from the kamisato clan—!</em></div><div>she held her breath when you suddenly placed your finger under her chin, making her realize that you’re now in front of her.</div><div>you then made her look up to your eyes, the eyes that are now glowing <em>gold</em> instead of the original color of your orbs.</div><div>you grinned. “maybe I can forgive you and your pathetic city… <em>when you’re on your knees and beg like the filthy dog you are~</em>”</div>]]></description>
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         <title>modern au where reader is a kuudere but has the soft spot for the juniors</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Leiwywy/zz8pdghjmmwd76kw/wish/2096041621</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>ou’ve certainly scared off most of them at the start. bennett kept shrieking every time you ominously appeared behind him, razor would always whimper whenever you locked eyes, and chongyun, even with his favor for cold things, had chills up his spine when he passed by you in the halls.<br><br></div><div><br>in terms of social skills, you’re definitely a lousy one. cold eyes, lips always pressed into a line, and a curt personality to go with. but you’re still a rising star student– one who has made a name for themselves instead of using their family name like so many of the students here. you still have their <strong>adoration </strong>and <strong>respect</strong>.<br><br></div><div><br>aether is the first one to approach you. he’s famous throughout the school: good looks, always helping out people, and a charming personality, and of course, the way he reads people like a book. he’s seen the way you blush at the romance novel you hide behind your textbooks or the way you longingly look at the groups of students who laugh and get along with each other just fine. he’s not the least bit intimidated by your stoic face– in fact, you sort of remind him of his sister! he guides you on how to make friends and eggs you on whenever you try to socialize. too overwhelmed? well, take a break! aether is always there to support you and he lets you know every day that you just have to take it easy.<br><br></div><div><br>chongyun and <strong>xingqiu </strong>came together as a pair. the young exorcist doesn’t make it a secret to xingqiu that he’s the <em>tiniest </em>bit afraid of you, and much to his misfortune, xingqiu has decided to use you as another way to fluster his friend. xingqiu holds you in high regard as a well-accomplished senior, but nothing more than that. bringing chongyun to you, xingqiu puts on a polite smile as he starts setting up a trap for the both of you… only to find himself immersed in conversation about a novel making its rounds through the internet. they’re both a bit surprised to see your eyes light up and hear you talk more than one or two words, but they quickly grow comfortable in your presence. you guide chongyun in his academic studies while you bond with xingqiu over books and the latest gossip. it’s an easy and cozy relationship.<br><br></div><div><br>bennett… originally had no means to make any sort of relationship with you whatsoever. it’s not that he <em>hates </em>you or anything, it’s just that you’re <em>way </em>too out of his league. he’s really just the son of a popular adventurer’s guild, and he’s not even <em>that </em>good of an adventurer! but the surprise that he felt when you tapped his shoulder one morning and– after much stumbling over words– politely asked him to share some of his stories. he doesn’t miss the way you throw a worried look over your shoulder to aether (who smiles encouragingly and gives you the thumbs up). bennett at first starts very awkwardly, afraid that he might make a fool of himself, but soon he’s reenacting fierce sword-fighting and great battles that his fathers took part in, and he’s relieved to see the small delight on your face. you also guide him in his academic struggles and while you may be emotionally stunted, bennett always goes to you whenever he’s feeling down.<br><br></div><div><br>razor came by when he was feeling worried for his friend. whenever you came up in conversation, bennett would always shiver and look a bit pale. he deduced that bennett was afraid of you, like a rabbit to a fox. so when he was spying from the trees, bennett immediately sensed his presence and beckoned him to come down. he introduced the newcomer as the adopted son of miss lisa and while that <em>certainly </em>shocked you, that wasn’t what caught your attention. as if in a trance, you reach out for that fluffy hair hidden under the hood and once you started petting it, well… it was love at first sight. you <em>also </em>help him in studying, but the two of you bond over your inability to socialize as well. you both share quiet moments with each other, his head on your lap with your fingers combing through the gray mess, a novel on your other hand as you softly read out to him.<br><br></div><div><br>unlike the older people in your harem, all the first years get along with each other quite well. you’re always in the center of attention and they’re delighted to realize that your cold facade only ever breaks when you’re with them. your eyes are slightly upturned as you look at them fondly, your lips curving slightly as you praise them for a job well done, and your loving hair ruffles are always welcome. they’re always clambering for your praise and the addicting sweetness that washes over them leaves them hanging for more. you don’t mind if they latch on to you in the hallways or sweep you away before your seniors or classmates can get to you. you don’t notice the way xingqiu pulls down his eye, or how tight aether’s usually relaxed smile is. bennett sometimes stutters out an excuse, razor nodding behind him, and chongyun is suddenly yelling something about an evil spirit as he spritzes alcohol (he knows what he’s doing) into their eyes.<br><br></div><div><br>the moment someone else from your harem calls out, your kind look quickly drops, much to their disappointment. and if they looked behind you, they’d see the first years grinning smugly and sticking out their tongues. those little shits… if only you’d see them for the <strong>mischievous </strong>and <strong>possessive </strong>little imps that they are.<br><br></div><div><br>but no, to you, they were your cute little juniors, all nothing short of angels.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-15 14:04:39 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>seniors reaction</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Leiwywy/zz8pdghjmmwd76kw/wish/2096042680</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>venti </strong>is immediately pouting. seriously?? you're abandoning <em>him </em>for those yucky first-years? look, he knows all too well the feeling of looking after your cute little juniors. after all, he looked after <em>you </em>too! but this is just too cruel! don't you remember how he guided you and took extra care of you back when you were just a quivering, no-name newbie? he's crushed. <em>crushed</em>, he says! his jam sessions take on a rather dramatic and woeful sound, and his... um, questionable notebooks are filled with lines of mourning and... yeah, let's not talk about that stain.<br><br></div><div><strong>diluc </strong>feels like he's about to snap. you’re testing him, <em>right</em>? how dense can you be to not be able to see the ulterior motives these children have. sneaky little rascals, sending sly smiles his way while they cling to you tight. you poor, naive fool. he knew you were dense, but the fact that you are unable to see through their round eyes and see them as the snickering devils that they are proves his theory right: you <em>need </em>to be locked away.<br><br></div><div><strong>kaeya </strong>is nonchalant on the outside, but inside he’s more than annoyed (and hurt, but he’d rather die than admit it). you don’t look at him with hatred, no, but it’d be nice if you shared that sweet affection you held for the first years with him too. he falters for a moment, before putting himself back together and continuing to trya nd woo you with his sultry voice and knowing smirk. no way he’ll lose you to these pesks!<br><br></div><div>breathe in. breathe out. it’s <strong>zhongli </strong>trying to restrain himself from dropkicking these brats. honestly, children these days, no sense of space and respect whatsoever! (no one refrains from pointing out he’s only two years older... is he?) he’s one of the more possessive people out of the bunch, and even though it’s not on paper, it’s basically an unspoken rule to not hog you all to yourself. he’s tried to relay a small underlying threat to xingqiu once, but with his cheeky smile behind a light novel, the boy simply states that no one’s hogging you-- you just like the first years a lot more. zhongli has ordered xiao to try and disrupt any precious time with them, to which the boy had eagerly complied.<br><br></div><div>nah, <strong>childe</strong>’s not taking this bs. when he sees you hanging around with those children, he’s picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder. he’s pouting, <em>whining</em>, the moment he sets you down. why them? why not him? whenever he crosses paths with the first-years, sparks of passive-aggressiveness fill the air. it’s kind of pathetic (and funny, but you’re not gonna stroke his ego) when he tries to one up literal freshmen when he’s supposed to be the bigger man. his affections and neediness are doubled, and so is his violent tendencies.<br><br></div><div><strong>itto </strong>won’t even notice that you like them more. when he sees you in school, he’s quick to get super handsy no matter who your company is. the first-years can’t even do anything about it, just staring on helplessly as he whines in your ear about the student council or that ‘stupid tengu’ that’s been berating him. they’re convinced you don’t even see him as a senior. but to him-- seniors, juniors, classmates-- they make no difference! you’re <em>his</em>, and that’s all that matters in the end.<br><br></div><div><strong>+ bonus</strong>-- the seniors don’t really mind <strong>aether </strong>hanging out around you. in fact, they’re his go to for information and updates on your life. aether also doesn’t mind filling them in on the details, whether it’s your scheduled shopping trip with the first-years or how razor napped on your lap today. after all, you are his beautiful senior! it’s only fitting that he’ll relay stories of your beauty to the rest of your worshippers.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-15 14:05:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Orphanage au; Venti, Kaeya and Diluc</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Leiwywy/zz8pdghjmmwd76kw/wish/2096044794</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Venti (12 years old)<br><br></div><div>- Somewhat shorter than the other 11 years old he would win you over with cute puppy faces and his cheerful attitude. Venti is a sneaky kid always playing or teasing Zhongli whenever the opportunity arises. It is always a sight to see them bickering.<br><br></div><div>- When you rest he would be by your side at a heartbeat, wanting to be near you and cuddle you and would pout if you don’t give him what he wants almost whining till you finally give and cuddle with him on the sofa.<br><br></div><div>- You will see him trying to sneak into the old owner’s stash of wine but before he could get his hand on them you would stop and reprimand him for it. He is similar to Childe sometimes where he would ask you to let him stay beside you if you want him to cause no trouble at all while having that sly smile on his face that will quickly morph into something more innocent if you caught on to it.<br><br></div><div>- There was this one time when you were at the market when a guy walked up to you and uncomfortably started flirting. You tried to push him away and told the man no but the guy was just so insistent. Just when you thought that this would turn for the worst, Venti appeared and tugged your clothes and started to call you mom. The man backed away from you from there and you escaped. You thanked Venti for saving you but… hmmmm he would just not stop calling you mom from then on.<br><br></div><div>- Very awkward at times...<br><br></div><div>Kaeya (11 years old)<br><br></div><div>-You would have said Kaeya was a good child if he didn’t taunt other children as much as he does. You will often have to tell him to stop and he will be the flirty little thing where he would ask you for a kiss on the forehead to make him stop for the day.<br><br></div><div>- But other than his snappy words, he is a really good child and always there to help you.<br><br></div><div>-What surprised you a lot tho is his sharpness to compliments how you look if you decided to change your make up a little or something else to things like the security of the orphanage, like the doors and window locks that need replacing or how sharp some of the table edges were for children. (as if he wasn't a child at all- But it was cute still.)<br><br></div><div>-Whenever you were with some other kid he would try to cut in you guys asking if he could join and would cling to you the rest of the time. He thinks he is being sneaky but you could see the resentment and jealousy in his eyes and every so often you would give him a hug or compliments and while he doesn’t react much you can feel the hand that was holding you tighten as if scared that you might disappear any moment.<br><br></div><div>-After moments like that he would become even more clingy and you would always have to always promise him that you will come back but if you don’t, or something got caught up and return to his side just a little bit later, he becomes this salty kid holding resentment towards you yet at the same time smiling and clinging on to your arm. Now all you need to do here is stay with him, otherwise, he would be this poor child that is never loved or cared for seeing that you don't think much of his promises. You really wonder if he really is a kid or not at times....<br><br></div><div>Diluc (11 years old)<br><br></div><div>-A serious child. You wonder if there is anything that could make him smile instead of that angry face he will show towards Childe and Kaeya.<br><br></div><div>- He always keeps things to himself even when you ask if he was okay or not. He is always bashful whenever you are near him, looking at him. It is very adorable that you can’t help but hug him.<br><br></div><div>- but when it comes to other kids that is just another story, easily angered by others, especially by Childe and sometimes Kaeya. The only way he can calm down is by being right by your side. You will just have to give him a little pat on the head. The boy really loved physical affection, happy when you compliment and play with his fluffy red hair.<br><br></div><div>- A secret between you, Kaeya and Venti is that at night he would have nightmares that would wake you and them up (as they shared the same room and you sleep right in the next room.) You will stay by his side when it happens, combing his hair till he finally calms down. Yet you won’t be able to leave because he was holding on your arm or clothes tightly… well till Kaeya bops him on the head resulting in Diluc waking up and them fighting thus waking up the whole orphanage.<br><br></div><div>- At one point he found out about it, and for a while, he didn't talk to you as if embarrassed. You were worried yet gave the boy his space, so when he walked up to you when you were alone only to hug you. It was one of the precious moments you have towards that child.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Orphanage au; Zhongli and Childe</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Leiwywy/zz8pdghjmmwd76kw/wish/2096045587</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Zhongli (12 years old)</div><div><br>-Zhongli is a bright child but suspiciously too mature than most kids. Not even 20 he acts like an old soul that has experienced thousands of years already even tho you are very sure he is 11.</div><div><br>-The kids listen to him well and when trouble occurs between the kids you will ask him if he could resolve it. He was in a sense a leader in the group and would look after the others when you are not there.</div><div><br>-All he asks of you after that is a bit of your time and attention when you are available. Which you readily gave, finding his fantasies and stories that you think he made up in his mind very creative and fun to listen to.</div><div><br>-The two of you would sit on a bench outside or in the dining table drinking tea and having small to deep conversations with each other. You are always surprised by the topics that the two of you would talk about something too deep for a child to know, yet his eyes say otherwise as he smiles at you and continues to drink his tea.</div><div><br>- But it is always adorable when you hold his hand when you cross the streets, how he would look confused yet a blush always spread on his face. That even after you guys cross the street he would continue to hold your hand refusing to let go with this almost bashful smile on his face.</div><div><br></div><div>Childe / Tartaglia (11 years old)</div><div><br>- One of the few trouble makers in the bunch. Always fighting with other kids, most of them being with Diluc and Xiao. Sometimes Zhongli will be able to stop the fight but he can’t, you will have to step in giving the boy a little scolding.</div><div><br>- He always looks like a kicked pup when you do that but you can see that it was really just an act and you will pull his chubby cheeks just for that. Tell him you are not falling for it. The boy will not fight you and just laugh as if preening from the attention and physical touch. And then will tell you that he won’t fight if you pinky promise him that you will let him always be by your side.</div><div><br>- Somehow you always feel like it was a bad idea to do so when you see his eyes shine in mischief but in the end, you think what could a child do?</div><div><br>- In front of you his will this childish and bashful boy, liked by many of the neighborhood grannies and aunties but behind that, in front of most of the other kids, he is just a smug and hotty kid. But you did notice that he is much kinder and softer to younger kids. (particularly Razor, Bennet and Chongyun)</div><div><br>- There was this one time you kissed his forehead as a thank you for caring for the kids while you were away. His face flush bright red almost shocked. Safe to say, now he would always ask for a kiss on his forehead whenever he does something that you asked him to do, whether that be watching over the younger ones or not fighting the whole day.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-15 14:06:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Click</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Leiwywy/zz8pdghjmmwd76kw/wish/2096049168</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>Click</em>.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>A flash of light. Your stomach churns; your brain is numb.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Someone’s directing you through the obnoxious noises that invade your ears, a cacophony of bass and loud, chattering voices that mix until all of it becomes muddled in gibberish. You sink further into the leather couch cushions, weightless and gooey like a boneless cat. Exhaustion shrouds your brain, veiling your sensible thoughts in a thick fog. The man standing in front of you snaps his fingers and your hazy, unfocused eyes search for him. Shadows surround you on all sides, pressing in on you with their grinning lips and half-lidded eyes. You can smell the alcohol before it’s in your line of sight, offered to you in a crystal shot glass.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Another flashing light. You feel sick.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Hey,” you hear yourself say, and the sound of your voice is so far away and distorted. It’s almost as if you’re yelling down a tunnel and the echo is reverberating off of the grimy walls. “Let’s stop. I can’t—“&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“One more.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The glass is at your lips; someone’s encouraging words are poisoning what’s left of your rationality. They lean in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek and you can hear the giggle that spills from their lips when you swipe lazily at them. Your surroundings blur when you swallow the alcohol, a grimace on your face at the way it burns a sluggish trail down your throat.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Hands on a clock, tick-tick-ticking. Bile rises in your throat and you force it back down with an unsatisfying gulp of acidic saliva.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Why are we…” You run a hand through your tangled hair and limply gesture with the other. “<em>This</em>. Doing this…”<br><br></div><div>“Because you’re my model,” the man says matter-of-factly. He raises his camera until you’re in its focus again.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“And you look cute like this,” the person sitting beside you adds, their body pressed against yours like clinging ivy. “Now make sure to smile!”<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>A ruined image.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>i. a lurking sense of regret, hidden within the hues of a glowing sunset.&nbsp;<br></strong><br></div><div>A Polaroid of the sunset lies amidst your mail, its orange, pink, and purple hues all blending together seamlessly. You stare at it for an uncomfortable amount of time, hoping to find some sort of hidden message within the fluffy clouds. There isn’t a name on it and you entertain thoughts of who could have put it in your mailbox as you climb the stairs.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Someone from my classes? One of my neighbors? My landlord?&nbsp;<br></em><br></div><div>Your theories are cut short when you finally make it to your floor and find the box of chocolates propped delicately against the door. You shove your mail into your bag and reach for the box, picking it up and turning it over in your hands. Like the Polaroid, there isn’t any indication of the sender’s identity. You give it a quick shake, listening to the muffled <em>thump</em> of rattled chocolates, and gaze off down the hallway in contemplation.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Did a friend leave these here? Or is it a fan? Do I even have fans?&nbsp;<br></em><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The sound of your key slipping into the lock, twisting in the mechanism.<br><br></div><div>Whoever sent the chocolates must be someone you’re familiar with if they know your address. Maybe it really is one of your friends and they’re simply playing a prank on you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Those idiots</em>, you think with a frown as you close the door behind you. <em>Getting my hopes up like this. At least I get free food out of it</em>.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You set your bag on the table and slip your shoes off, intent on unwrapping the box and sampling its contents. As you pop the first chocolate into your mouth, savoring the caramel nougat inside, you debate what you’ll have for dinner tonight. Before your brain can come to a decision, however, your phone sings its usual ringtone and you pull it out of your pocket. Without looking at the caller ID, you answer it and hold it up to your ear.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Hello?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I’d like to discuss a few matters with you. If it’s all right, would you be willing to do it over a meal?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Um, yeah.” You balance your phone between your shoulder and cheek and open your fridge to survey the minimal contents that rest inside. “Sure, that’s fine. What did you have in mind?”<br><br></div><div>Always direct in his approach, Albedo lists the name of a restaurant you’ve never heard of before. “It’s nothing special,” he adds when you don’t say anything in response. “Besides, I’m in your neighborhood. I can pick you up.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“This isn’t about the photoshoot, is it? I sent you an email about it. I had an exam that day. There’s no way I would’ve made it on time.”<br><br></div><div>“I’ve read it and it’s not your fault. Although it would have been nice to see your face in this month’s issue.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I doubt it matters.” Now it’s his turn to be silent. You wait a minute, tapping your fingernail against the surface of your fridge door and counting every second that passes. Eventually you muster the courage to ask, “You know where I live, right? I’m ready to go now if you want to come and pick me up.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Very well. I’ll see you soon.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Without leaving room for you to get another word in, he hangs up and the awkwardness doesn’t leave you. It sticks to you for the rest of the afternoon, where you soon find yourself in the passenger seat of his car—which is brimming with privilege and luxury of the finest degree and smells deliciously of cinnamon and pine. You’re not sure what model his vehicle is, but it’s the type that has all sorts of expensive amenities. Only the finest for someone of his influence. You reckon he wouldn’t settle for less unless the lesser of the two is able to conform to his ideal vision of absolute perfection.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You examine your reflection in the window before turning to gaze at him. His brilliant blue eyes track the road ahead, lips set into a thin line. Looking at him from this angle makes it seem as if the two of you are sitting on two completely different islands. His has a huge property that overflows with wealth and professionalism, while yours is equipped with a modest bonfire and a straw hut.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>As soon as the restaurant comes into view and the two of you are standing on the cobbled pathway, watching as the valet driver eases off into the parking lot, you turn towards Albedo. He’s wearing his typical business suit, the one he usually dons for important events and meetings. And you’re in jeans and a secondhand sweater that’s been worn to fraying. If Albedo notices your outfit he doesn’t say anything. And before you know it, you’re already being seated in a private room. It’s secluded from the rest of the patrons and the lighting in this room is almost intimate. Albedo thanks the waitress after she offers to bring the both of you some water before sitting down and directing his attention to you.<br><br></div><div>Despite the warm atmosphere, you feel as though you’re about to be put on Albedo’s chopping block.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Fancy,” you comment as you pull the chair out and sit, gesturing to the silverware and the napkin-turned-rosebud. He blinks at you and the uncomfortable tension comes rushing back. “W-Well, enough of that. You wanted to talk?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He nods. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t submit any photos of you for November’s issue, even though they were begging for them. Therefore I told them you would model a brand of clothing from Liyue for next month’s issue. It’s a winter collection. For that, I want you to clear a day in your schedule and come with me to Dragonspine so that I can photograph you amongst the snow and pine trees. Is that all right with you?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You shrug and rub at a nonexistent stain on the tablecloth. “I mean, can’t I just stand in front of the green screen and you can put that in later? We don’t have to do all of that for a few pictures.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Yes, we do. You’re the main attraction, the face everyone will see in these clothes. It must look like a scene out of a holiday storybook in order to convey the fashionable comfort of each outfit and the holiday cheer that coincides with it.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Always one for authenticity—that’s Albedo for you. He’s very particular when it comes to photography, always wanting every detail to be flawless and intentional. You suppose you’d rather have him as your photographer instead of someone who only puts in half the effort. And Albedo’s good at what he does; there’s no mistaking that. He’s patient with the process, seeking the best angles and methods to photograph you in a natural setting. His main goal, aside from capturing your stunning features in a genuine, undisturbed environment, is to take photos so captivating that the need for change becomes obsolete.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>When you first started working with Albedo, you thought such an aspiration to be foolish. In this day and age, image editing reigns supreme. And when you spied your smiling face in one of the monthly issues, wearing a line of clothes you could only hope to afford in another life, there were hardly any traces of Photoshop. Aside from the almost hurtful clean-up of your face and body shape, the background and everything in it hadn’t been touched.<br><br></div><div>You’ll never forget the look of disappointment that crossed his face when he first viewed the pictures. “It’s not good enough,” he had told you, shutting the magazine at once. “Despite every technique I had worked to perfect, they still edited it.”<br><br></div><div>“That’s to be expected,” you replied with a nonchalant shrug. “They have to because of beauty standards and whatnot. You know what the industry is like.”<br><br></div><div>But he had refused to acknowledge that, for he believes photos can be taken and admired without the need for unnecessary changes.<br><br></div><div>“Then we’ll go to Dragonspine,” you say as you resurface from those memories. “I’ll let you know what day works.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The faintest smile graces his lips, and when the waitress returns with water Albedo puts in an order for two glasses of champagne. You spy the Rolex on his wrist when he gestures, a beautiful thing with a leather strap and the lunar phase set into the auxiliary dial.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The divide couldn’t be any clearer, but you allow yourself to bathe in the luxury for tonight.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>And when he drops you off at your place, where you’re feeling just a little too tipsy to think properly, you fail to notice the bouquet of multicolored flowers waiting for you on the kitchen countertop or the shadow that slips out of your closet once your head hits the pillow.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>A secret collection grows.<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>A figure retreating into the darkness.<br><br></div><div><strong>ii. a lonesome flower wilts under dazzling spotlights.&nbsp;<br></strong><br></div><div>“Dragonspine!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air out of exasperation. “He wants me to go all the way to Dragonspine for some photos! Can you believe it?”<br><br></div><div>“I can,” Venti answers as he observes his reflection in the cracked vanity mirror, fixing the bow on his stage outfit. “This is <em>the</em> Kreideprinz we’re talking about. He’s way too stiff when it comes to photography. If it were me, I’d take you to a flower field and we’d have a picnic before the shoot. Then I’d make a flower crown and you’d wear it for the photos. Sure, it’s not a typical winter scene, but does it really matter? You look better in the sunlight anyways!”<br><br></div><div>You roll your eyes. “Well, he wants to go all out for this one.”<br><br></div><div>“He always does.” Venti moves away from the mirror and turns to face you with a bright grin. “Enough about him! What did you think of my performance? The whole crowd was cheering and everything!” He skips over to you and plops down on the creaky sofa. “It was the biggest turnout so far.”<br><br></div><div>“It was great. How come you’re still underground, though?” You reach over to pluck the flower clip from out of his hair. “I thought it was your dream to perform in a big arena.”<br><br></div><div>“It was.” He chuckles sheepishly when you fix him with a look. “I just like this better. Besides, if I got super popular aboveground, it would limit the amount of time I get to spend with you.”<br><br></div><div>You turn the hairpiece over in your hands, admiring the rhinestones stuck to the plastic petals. “You’re doing it again.”<br><br></div><div>“Doing what?”<br><br></div><div>“You’re letting me get in the way of your dream.”<br><br></div><div>Venti pouts, arms crossed defiantly over his chest. “I have other, more important dreams, you know. Who cares about a big stage! I have everything I need here: you, my current supporters and manager, and my booze. Speaking of which, we should celebrate another successful performance with a few drinks!”<br><br></div><div>“But I have coursework—”<br><br></div><div>“Come on! It’ll be lots of fun! We’ll drink and drink until you forget all about stuffy Kreideprinz and your boring school stuff.” Venti bats his eyelashes at you. “Please? Do it for me. Don’t make me drink alone.”<br><br></div><div>You glance at the time on your phone and sigh. “Okay… A few drinks. But after that I’m heading home.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Venti grins. He doesn’t need to be told twice. “Great! Let me change and then we’ll be on our way!” He jumps up from the sofa with a flourish. “Don’t go anywhere, (Name)!”<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>Chattering joints.<br><br></div><div>As soon as you find a seat at the bar and have ordered drinks, Venti turns to you and says, “I’m thinking about going on a trip.”<br><br></div><div>“A trip?”<br><br></div><div>He nods enthusiastically. “It’s been so long since I’ve traveled and I should have enough saved up, so I want to book a flight and go somewhere.”<br><br></div><div>“But where would you go?” you ask, raising a questioning brow. “And are you sure you have enough? Your manager paid you last month, right?”<br><br></div><div>“Of course! Don’t worry about me. I’ve got everything under control.” He barks out a laugh, but the look in his eyes betrays his comedic tone. “Anyways! I’d like to go somewhere warm. A place where the sun is always high in the sky and there’s lots of wind! Winter is just too dull.”<br><br></div><div>“So a beach? Or the mountains?” You tilt your head, suddenly confused. “If you want wind, you should just come with me to Dragonspine.”<br><br></div><div>He shrugs, opens his mouth to respond, and then clamps it shut the minute his drink is placed in front of him. After a few sips and a satisfied sigh, he says, “It’s not that I don’t want to go. I just think there are better places.”<br><br></div><div>You frown, pick up your drink, and stare hard at the liquid. “Should I cancel? Should I tell him it won’t work?” Your distorted reflection returns your nervous countenance. “I like Albedo, but he’s just…”<br><br></div><div>“You can say it,” he encourages as he takes a greedy gulp of his own beverage.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I mean, we’re two different people and he’s always so focused on his job...”<br><br></div><div>Venti slams his now empty glass down, which earns him a dirty glower from the bartender, and jabs a finger at your chest. “He’s a professional who doesn’t know how to have fun. Just look at what happened at that party. He was so worried about his photos that he didn’t even bother to live in the moment.” He motions for another drink and then gazes cheekily at you. “That’s why it’s better when it’s you and me. We had so much fun that night. You remember it, don’t you?”<br><br></div><div>“Kind of? What did we do again?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“A photoshoot!”<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>A pen’s push-button. A repetition in three consecutive beats.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Oh.” You lift your glass to your lips. “Huh.”<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>Footsteps on a tiled floor, approaching.<br><br></div><div>“You’re crazy when you’re drunk, you know that?” he jokes, a sly, Cheshire smirk worming its way on his lips. “We had to drag you out of there. It was like carrying a dead body!”<br><br></div><div>“Says the one who’s on his second glass.”<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>A perfect set of photos.<br><br></div><div>And it occurs to you at that moment, above the boisterous chit-chat in the bar and Venti’s silly ramblings, that someone else is here, looking at you through the lens of a camera. Their eyes are glued to your back, crawling up your spine like tarantulas. It’s an invasive stare, one that picks apart your every move and carefully lays each aspect out on an operating table. It’s the type of look that dissects you, piece by piece, organ by organ, until you’re nothing but bare bones and shredded, bloodied flesh.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You turn around, the stool squeaking in protest, and scan the faces of everyone in the bar. Couples sitting in the back, a pair of friends tossing darts at a dart board, and a rowdy group of men chugging beer and exchanging stories with one another. Yet somehow, despite the fact that none of them are looking at you, it feels as though everyone’s attention is on you. The lights dim, hidden eyes peel open, and the sound returns. You’re thrown under a photographer’s microscope, unable to hide your flaws and secrets from their analytical gaze.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>A stuttered heartbeat.<br><br></div><div>“Hey.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>A hand on your shoulder. You almost jump out of your skin.<br><br></div><div>“What? Why are you—”<br><br></div><div>“You’re shaking.” To your surprise, he’s right. You straighten your posture to ward off the shudder and grip your glass with newfound strength. “Do you want to head back early? You don’t look well…”<br><br></div><div>“No, I’m fine. Sorry. There’s a lot on my mind right now.” You take another swig, flash him a thumbs-up, and add, “What were you saying about the party?”<br><br></div><div>Venti beams at you and dives back into his vivid retelling of that night. You do your best to listen, focusing on the way his braids bounce when he laughs, but it doesn’t take long for your attention to drift.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>You turn around in your seat once more, searching for the source of the sound.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Do you hear that?”<br><br></div><div>He stops mid-story to give you a puzzled look. “Hear what?”<br><br></div><div>“That… That sound. The clicking. Someone’s taking pictures.”<br><br></div><div>“Yeah. That couple over there.” He jabs a thumb in their direction.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Not them. Someone else. There’s another—” You stop short when you notice the woman sitting a few seats down, tapping her manicured fingernails against the countertop. They emit a <em>click-click-click</em> each time they fall upon it. “Oh.”<br><br></div><div>Venti follows your stare and is silent for a second. And then he bursts out laughing. “You!” He shakes his head as he clutches his sides. “Since when have you been so paranoid? What did Kreideprinz <em>do</em> to you?” He wipes an invisible tear from the corner of his eye and lets out one last chuckle. “Ah, I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. You should see the look on your face.”<br><br></div><div>“Yeah... Hah.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“You need a vacation as much as I do. Say, how do you feel about going to—ah, I don’t know—a place like Liyue? I have an old friend there. We could crash at his place if he’ll let us. Which he totally will.”<br><br></div><div>“Liyue? I’m modeling outfits from a clothing brand that’s based in Liyue.”<br><br></div><div>“But have you ever been?”<br><br></div><div>“No.”<br><br></div><div>“Then it’s settled! We’ll go to Liyue for our well-deserved vacation. When are you free? We should plan it immediately!”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Um, I’ll have to check. There’s that Dragonspine trip and then I have finals…” You shake your head to dispel those thoughts from your mind. “I’ll let you know. For now, let’s just drink.”<br><br></div><div>“Wise words.” He holds his drink up and you do the same. The glasses join with a <em>clink</em>. “To alcohol and trips with friends!”<br><br></div><div>The door to the bar opens and closes, the little bell above jingling out a cheery farewell. You don’t pay it any mind and the spotlight shuts off, leaving you and Venti in peace.<br><br></div><div><strong>iii. a dream so lucid and bright, it leaves you reeling from fight or flight.&nbsp;<br></strong><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>An undeterred boyfriend.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I love you the most,” he says, wrapping his arms around your trembling form. A shattered vase decorates the floor with glittering shards and soggy, wilted flowers. You feel trapped in his embrace as you stand there, staring blankly ahead. “I really do.”<br><br></div><div>“We…” You inhale stale air, choking back tears. “We should take a break. S-See other people.”<br><br></div><div>“There’s no one else to see, sunshine. I’m here for you. Isn’t that enough?”<br><br></div><div>“Kazuha, you can’t keep doing this…”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Can’t keep loving you?” He chuckles and pulls away from you so that he can stare into your glassy eyes. “I didn’t mean to scare you. It was an honest mistake.”<br><br></div><div>“You broke into my apartment. Y-You made a copy of my key. That’s—”<br><br></div><div>“That’s because I love you. I want you to be happy.” His soft expression morphs into something apologetic. It’s a rehearsed face. It’s one you’ve seen plenty of times. “So I’ll forgive you for this and everything else that breaks if you’ll forgive me. I promise I’ll fix it.”<br><br></div><div>He’ll fix it. He always has. When you fall back into old habits, he’s there to stitch your emotional wounds up. When the industry crushes you with its insane beauty standards and you simply can’t take the glaring flash of another camera, he’s there to close the curtains and shield you from the world. When you threaten to go to the police—when you break things in retaliation and treat him as though he’s a manifestation of your worst nightmares—he’s there to hug you and chase all of those demons away.<br><br></div><div>But not this time.<br><br></div><div>“I’m serious,” you snap, pushing him away and gaining just a little more confidence when his sympathetic smile falters. “You’re obsessed! I’m not cheating on you. I’m not doing things behind your back. I’m busy with school and work and you’re taking advantage of that to do these crazy things! Why don’t you trust me? Why can’t you just give me some space?”<br><br></div><div>“(Name), I <em>do</em> trust you. It’s just… Well, you know how difficult things have been with your schedule and mine. We hardly spend any time together now.” He pulls you in for another hug, rubbing soothing circles into your back. “I only want to make sure you’re being safe when I’m not with you. Do you know how terrible people can be towards young, impressionable models like you?”<br><br></div><div>“That’s no excuse for what you’ve been doing. And I can handle it just fine, so lay off!”<br><br></div><div>“I’m just trying to help. Who’s to say that photographer won’t take advantage of you? What will you do if I’m not there to protect you? What if—” He shakes his head and sighs. “How about we take a drive down to our spot? It’s supposed to be a clear night. The stars will look perfect.” You shake yourself out of his arms, putting your palm against his chest to hold him back. Kazuha catches your hand in his and brings it up to his lips, where he places a soft kiss upon it. “Let’s put this mishap behind us.”<br><br></div><div>“How about we end things here like civilized adults instead?” You snatch your hand away and gesture to the glass on the floor. “Before I do something that hurts the both of us.”<br><br></div><div>Kazuha frowns at the not-so-empty threat. The shadow of loneliness looms over him from behind, a menacing force that has come back for its despair-laced vengeance. He feels the emptiness opening up inside his heart, slowly depleting the warmth that once blossomed freely. And there are a dozen things he could say to combat your words, but he can’t seem to form them in an eloquent, coherent way.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Somehow he’s at the threshold between your cozy apartment and what lies beyond.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Keep the key,” you say with a scoff, pushing him through the door. “Because this is the last time you’ll get to use it.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>A fractured bond.<br><br></div><div>You sit up in bed, gasping for air. Your shirt is damp with sweat when you touch it and there’s a heavy thundering in your chest. Blood pounds in your ear, rushing like a wild, uncontrollable river. For a moment you remain in bed, hunched over the duvet, listening to the sounds of people drunkenly clamoring through the hall outside your door. When you finally catch your breath, you reach over for your phone, fingers perusing the trinkets on your bedside table.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Come on,” you grumble, feeling the outline of your alarm clock and not your mobile. “Where is it?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Before you can get up and turn the lights on to make your search easier, your phone is pushed into your expectant hand. The light from the screen illuminates your room, temporarily blinding you, and you swipe through all of your notifications with groggy fingers.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>This is great</em>, you think sarcastically. <em>Waking up before my alarm can go off… Wonderful.<br></em><br></div><div>You flop back onto the mattress with a groan and stare into the darkness. Part of you yearns to fall back asleep, but the other, more cowardly part of you doesn’t wish to be subjected to memories of Kazuha. The more you think about him, the more you start to wonder about how he’s doing nowadays. Just what has he been up to in the two years since you broke up? You’d look him up on social media if you could, but in the weeks following the separation you found that all of his accounts had vanished. Perhaps it had been for the best. You were able to focus on your job and schoolwork and he could work on getting out of his obsessive habits.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Unless…<br><br></div><div>You sit upright again, throwing off the covers and walking out of your room and into the kitchenette, where the flowers now rest in a pretty vase. Your heart skips a beat as you think back to the day when they first showed up—not in front of your door like the chocolates, but inside your apartment. On the table. In front of the fridge. Where two new Polaroids are pinned. You flip on the light in hopes that it might banish the shadows and reveal nothing but an empty vase and the only Polaroid you started out with: the sunset. Unfortunately, your tired eyes aren’t deceiving you. The bouquet remains, as do the two new Polaroids.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The first one is grainy and nearly impossible to discern, so you assume it was taken at night. A blot of light is in the center, which you're certain is the moon. The second is a sunrise. You peel both of them from off of your fridge and flip them over, but there isn’t any writing that would give you a suitable lead.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>Strung-up pictures. An elusive love.<br><br></div><div>You turn around to survey your empty apartment. The flowers are like a colorful eyesore, so lively and vivid that it truly feels like a Valentine’s Day gift and not something that just randomly materialized in your apartment one day. But it didn’t. It was put there.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You didn’t put it there.<br><br></div><div>Setting the Polaroids down, you analyze the bouquet and the opaque vase they’re arranged in. It’s the type of cheesy, romantic thing Kazuha would’ve done if the two of you were still dating. But you had requested a new lock after bringing the situation up to your landlord, who begrudgingly agreed after being pestered about it for weeks. There’s no way he could get in with the old key. You rack your brain for any memories of you having left your keys out in the open for anyone to grab. There was that party you attended with Venti and Albedo, but you had kept them in your pocket. Maybe you simply forgot to lock your door and someone slipped in.<br><br></div><div><em>Maybe I’m imagining things</em>.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Despite that thought, you still find yourself searching your usual hiding place for the spare key and when you turn up empty you receive your world-altering answer. Someone’s taken your spare key. Someone’s been inside your apartment. Someone’s coming in, leaving all of these things, and coming back to drop off more. Someone’s—<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>A second pair of shoes you failed to notice before.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Your head snaps over towards the bathroom. The door’s closed, but a faint glow can be seen from the crack along the bottom. You inhale a sharp breath and, tiptoeing backwards, feel along the countertop for the knife block. As soon as you locate it, your fingers wrap around the handle of one and you slide it out from the polished wood. Now equipped with a weapon, you creep over to the intimidating door, knuckles sore from how tight you’re gripping the knife. As you mentally prepare yourself for the worst, you count to three, place your hand on the frigid door knob, and throw it open with a shout.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The light is on, but no one’s inside. You peel the shower curtain back to check and, after finding it to be empty as well, a relieved sigh escapes your lips.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I’m actually crazy,” you mutter, staring at the knife in your trembling hand. “It’s not him. He’s not here.”<br><br></div><div><em>It’s been two years. Surely he’s moved on</em>.<br><br></div><div>You repeat those sentences to yourself as you set the knife down on the edge of the sink and observe your exhausted reflection in the mirror. You twist the faucet handle and wait for the water to warm up before splashing it onto your face.<br><br></div><div><em>Calm down. No one’s here. I’m just overthinking it</em>.<br><br></div><div>After drying your face with a hand towel, you snatch the knife from its spot. You barely take a step forward when the bathroom door is slammed in your face and something’s moving around on the other end, panic evident in their hurried movements. With a choked gasp, you yank the door open just in time to witness your front door swing shut after having been thrown open. Anxiety seizes your body for a second and you stand there, unable to do anything except gape.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>And then you burst out into the hallway, peering down it in search of the intruder. But no one’s there.<br><br></div><div>When you’re back inside your apartment and the door is locked, you run through it and flip on all of the lights. You turn over everything in a pitiful search, half-expecting to find something substantial. By the time you’re in your room and the bed has become a mess of wrinkled sheets and pillows, the sun is already beginning to rise. Your breath comes out in heavy, quick pants and your heart beats so erratically you fear it might actually stop.<br><br></div><div>And it almost does when you open your closet. It’s the same as you left it, save for the cookie tin that sits innocently on the floor.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You lift it from off of the floor. It’s the same brand as the chocolates you received a week ago. The tin is dying to be opened, and you know you have to if you want to bury your fears before they can consume you. So you pry the lid off slowly. Its contents aren’t gore and death, but they’re still worth vomiting over. Inside the tin are Polaroid photographs. Dozens of them, taken at different times and at complex angles. You flip through them, growing sicker with each one. Photos of books, pens, and a clock. Blurry traffic on a starry night, the restaurant you and Albedo ate at, and a slice of cake on a plate. A familiar notebook that’s been lost since last month, the interior of your apartment, and your locked mailbox. You and Venti walking out of the bar, you posing for a photoshoot in a public park, and you walking to one of your afternoon classes.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The more you look, the more disturbing the implication becomes.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Your back turned to a camera in a classroom, your annoyed expression spotted from across the campus, and your sleeping figure nestled under the duvet. With unsteady hands, you reach for the blurry Polaroid from your fridge for closer inspection. And then the final puzzle piece slots into place.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>That’s not the moon on a cloudy night. That’s the peephole in your door. Someone put their camera up to it and snapped a photo of it. All this time someone has been following you, stalking and photographing you without your knowledge, and you were so busy you didn’t even notice. Or perhaps you couldn’t notice because your overworked brain wouldn’t allow it. A few things are crystal clear. You’re not safe here. Someone was inside the complex. They’ve been here many times before. They know how to get in. They’re unnamed, unidentified, and unknown.<br><br></div><div>Suddenly, the apartment feels suffocating and that sturdy door has never seemed so weak.<br><br></div><div>With a body moving on autopilot, you pick up your phone and type out a simple demand to a number that’s been rotting in your contacts for two years now.<br><br></div><div><em>Let’s meet at our usual spot tonight</em>.<br><br></div><div><strong>iv. eyes filled with love, gazing upon a flightless dove.<br></strong><br></div><div>You’re filing out of the lecture hall when someone taps your shoulder. For a moment you expect to see Albedo when you turn around, camera raised and ready. All at once the harsh winds of Dragonspine envelop you and you zip your coat up to your chin, dreading the inevitable trip that looms closer and closer with each passing minute. But when your eyes lock with his, you find that it isn’t your photographer. The snow melts away in the warm hallway and you release a soft sigh.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Stop worrying about the Dragonspine photoshoot</em>, you scold yourself.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Sorry, did I disturb you?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Ah? No, you’re fine. I was just lost in thought.” Your brow furrows as you observe the white streaks running through his tousled brown hair. “Do I know you?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He smiles. “Gorou. I’m part of the student newspaper committee.” When that doesn’t ring a bell for you, his smile falters. “Kazuha introduced you to me. I’m his housemate and best friend. We were in the same media literacy class in our first year.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You sift through your hazy memory, but all that turns up are the horrors of this morning and the tin of Polaroids. Still, you manage to return his cheerful expression with one of your own. “Gorou, that’s it! Of course I remember you! How have you been? It’s been way too long.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Way too long,” he parrots. “Actually, I’m glad I was able to catch you. I’m doing an essay on photography techniques and I heard you’re a model. I wanted to ask if you’d be able to get me an interview with your photographer. B-But you don’t have to! I just figured I’d ask since you’re the only one I know of who has access to that stuff.” He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “And…it was Kazuha who suggested I talk to you about it.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You blink at him, still processing the information.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Gorou takes your silence as his cue to continue. “I’m really sorry about what happened. Kazuha liked you a lot.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“He liked me too much,” you blurt and then slap your hands over your mouth as if to permanently put yourself on mute.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Don’t talk about it. It’s in the past now. You have to move on</em>.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I guess so… Still, I think apologizing for everything feels right. I never got the chance to before, so I’m doing it now.” Your brow furrows in confusion, but he doesn’t elaborate. “Anyways, I hope I’m not asking too much of you.”<br><br></div><div>Slowly, you lower your hands from your lips. “I could ask him if he’d be willing to do an interview. That’s all you want, right?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Yes, that would be perfect!” He fumbles to pull his phone out of his pocket. “Why don’t we swap numbers? That way you can text me his contact info and I can send him an email.” He offers his mobile to you. “Is that okay with you?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Sure. I don’t mind.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>It’s only after you input your number and he saves the contact that you realize you <em>do</em> mind. And you can’t understand why that is. Maybe it’s because you’re battling stress and paranoia after such an eventful morning. Or maybe it’s the memories of Kazuha that have been dredged up and are plaguing your mind like restless spirits in a haunted house. You shove your hands into the pockets of your coat to conceal the way they clench and shake.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Gorou slides his phone back into his pocket. “Thank you! Let’s keep in touch.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You nod and turn away, intending to leave and forget about this encounter, when Gorou stops you. You shoot him an inquiring gaze.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Um... There’s something I’d like to tell you.”<br><br></div><div>“What is it?”<br><br></div><div>“Kazuha told me you texted him and that he’ll be at ‘the spot’ tonight—wherever that may be.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Oh.”<br><br></div><div>“I would be careful.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Your nerves harden with a newfound alertness. “Careful? Careful of what?”<br><br></div><div>“It’s nothing,” he says quickly, shaking his head. A strained chuckle forces its way out of his lips.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Careful of <em>what</em>, Gorou?” You take a step closer, fear shining in your eyes. He shrinks under your intense stare, seemingly caught by surprise. You inhale deeply and shake your head, hoping that will do something to alleviate the tension in the air. “Sorry. I’m a little stressed with finals approaching. There’s also a lot going on and—“<br><br></div><div>“I know! I actually just wanted to tell you to be careful going at night. Maybe I should’ve worded it better…”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Oh. Yeah. Right.” Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you take that as your opportunity to escape this awkward conversation. “I should get going. My next class starts soon.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Busy schedule? Then I won’t keep you any longer.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You’re already walking away while he remains there and waves, watching you depart. As you push the doors open and step outside into the frigid afternoon, the harsh winds howling through the courtyard, you check the message on your phone. Unsurprisingly, it’s from Albedo. You don’t feel like responding to him right now, especially not if it’s to talk about the trip to Dragonspine, but to your shock it’s not about the snow-capped mountains at all. And it’s not even an email notification. It’s a text. He rarely texts you unless it’s information so important it must be read immediately.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You read through his curt message and your gait slows to a halt.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>If you’re truly intent on quitting, I would prefer we talked about it in person instead of through email</em>.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Quitting,” you mumble in bewilderment. “Since when did I ever tell him I’m quitting?”<br><br></div><div>All it takes is a quick look through your most recently sent emails and you locate it. It’s a blunt paragraph explaining that you no longer wish to be his model and that the last shoot you’ll do for him is the one in Dragonspine. Even after you’ve read through it, it still doesn’t make any sense to you. You can’t recall sending this email. More importantly, you’re certain you never even wrote it. The last thing you’d do is quit your modeling job. It’s your only source of stable income. If you quit, you’d have to rush to find new work elsewhere and that’s a headache you’re not willing to subject yourself to.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>I swear I didn’t send that email</em>, you write, fingers spelling out a message that you hope doesn’t sound as desperate as you feel. <em>I don’t know how you got it, but it wasn’t me who wrote it. I’m not quitting</em>.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Maybe I was drunk</em>. But even as that thought occurs to you, you’re unable to find any grammatical errors in the email. It’s been worded perfectly and it was sent a little after midnight.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>A sudden realization.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Last night</em>, you think. <em>The email was sent last night while I was asleep, and then someone was in my apartment this morning. It’s the same person. It must be</em>.<br><br></div><div>You look up from your screen just as you hear it—a simple, yet ominous <em>click</em>. A laugh permeates the air and you pivot so quickly that your neck cracks, eyes searching for the owner of the sound. Just like when you were in the bar with Venti, you can feel the eyes that bore into your backside. They’re hiding behind a camera, waiting until you move into a pose that suits their fancy, and then the camera lens shutters and you’re captured on permanent film.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>What do they want with me? What are they—</em>&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Another <em>click</em>. Another laugh. Your gaze locks onto the girl who slaps her friend’s arm, a giggle spilling past her lips when he recoils, and your nerves come down from their intense boil. Now you stand there, anxiety simmering, and a momentary relief washes over you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>With a sharp inhale, you turn around and carry on with your walk. Your phone screen lights up at the arrival of a new text and you glance at it, hoping it will provide a distraction from your nerve-racking surroundings. It’s from a number you don’t recognize and, though it sets your heart into a panicked frenzy, you force yourself to read the message. Your relief expires the minute you view it.<br><br></div><div>A photo of a single Polaroid awaits you. It’s dark, hard to make out, and the glare from the phone’s camera winks back at you, but you think it’s a photo of a sofa. There’s a person sprawled on it, but you can't see their face because it’s cut off at the top. All you can see is their body, arms draped limply across the cushions, and the body of another person pressing up against them. It’s oddly familiar to you, yet you can’t figure out where you’ve seen this before.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Another text comes in while your mind works to piece everything together. It’s a short sentence, accompanied by a harmless emoticon, and it fills you with dread.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>I like this one the most. :)<br></em><br></div><div>And it hits you, then, that that’s you in the photo.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>v. through an omniscient camera lens: a figure photographed in falsified guilt.<br></strong><br></div><div>He’s waiting for you at the top of a hill that overlooks the glittering cityscape below. The stars are just barely visible through the wispy strands of cloud that drift at a snail’s pace in the sky. He fits right into the landscape; it’s as if an artist has taken great care in painting his delicate, friendly features. He is a portrait of patience and comfort—a familiar face who you thought you’d never have to see again.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“There you are,” he says as you approach from behind, having heard the crunch of dry leaves under your soles. “How was the drive?”<br><br></div><div>“Kazuha.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He smiles at you, unfazed by the serious tone of your voice. “It’s been a while. I was surprised when you texted me, but I’m always happy to hear from you. Truthfully, I thought you had blocked my number.”<br><br></div><div>“What you’re doing isn’t funny. I’ll go to the police if you keep this up.”<br><br></div><div>“Keep what up? I haven’t done anything.” You despise the look of genuine confusion that spreads across his face. He’s always been an excellent actor, especially when it comes to displaying faux emotions. “I’ll need some context to whatever it is you’re referring to.”<br><br></div><div>You sigh and shake your head in irritation. “Are you seriously going to play dumb? I’m talking about the photos and the flowers! And let’s not forget the cookie tin—I bet that was your doing, too. Oh, and breaking into my apartment this morning. That was also you, wasn’t it?”<br><br></div><div>“Of course not. I wouldn’t do that to you. You’re busy with your major and modeling job. I don’t want to distract you from those things.”<br><br></div><div>“Then why would you send that email to my photographer? Are you trying to ruin my future? I want to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I can’t because you’re <em>you</em> and you’ve done this before. I’m asking nicely, Kazuha, so please stop stalking me.”<br><br></div><div>“(Name), I’m not stalking you. Honest.” He holds a hand over his heart and frowns. “I know it sounds like I’m to blame for all of what’s been happening to you, but I’m not the one behind it. I’m sure you’re scared right now—you have no idea what’s going on or who this person is—and I understand. I want to help you, but you’ll have to trust me.”<br><br></div><div>“And why should I? You did this stuff once. You could do it again.”<br><br></div><div>“I…shouldn’t have done any of that back then. It was wrong and I’m sorry. I know one apology isn’t enough to repair the damage I’ve caused, but I hope you can forgive me. Even if it’s just for tonight…”<br><br></div><div>You search his face for any indication of a lie, sorting through his words as if they’re geodes and only one holds the crystalline truth. “Fine,” you say with a huff, kicking at the frozen ground. “But you’d better give me the answers I’m after. Starting with this.” You pull your phone out, locate the message from the mystery sender, and turn the screen towards him. “What’s this?”<br><br></div><div>He peers at it. “This is—”<br><br></div><div>“It’s something you know?”<br><br></div><div>“No. I don’t own a Polaroid camera. And that’s not even my number. Maybe it’s someone from one of your classes? A photo from a party? Something from your photographer?”<br><br></div><div>“Albedo? No way. He’s just my photographer.”<br><br></div><div>“Do you know him beyond that?” At your questioning look, he adds, “Do you know what he does when he isn’t taking photos? Do you know things about him the media wouldn’t know? Are you really just his model?”<br><br></div><div>“Does it matter? Listen, if you don’t know anything that’s fine. I just want you to be honest with me. Someone was inside my apartment, Kazuha. Someone broke in. If that was you—“<br><br></div><div>“I don’t know much about photography, but I’m certain those types of photos need to be developed in a special room. What do they call it? A dark room, right? I’m living in a small rental house with Gorou. There’s no way we’d have access to that sort of facility.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You spare an anxious glance towards the city. The lights twinkle at you like distant shards of glass and a shudder racks through your body. “It really wasn’t you this morning?”<br><br></div><div>“This morning?” He shakes his head. “I was picking my friend up from the airport. He’s come in for a visit.” Before you can verbalize your doubts, he withdraws his phone, taps at the screen, and then turns it in your direction. Sure enough, your ex-boyfriend is posing next to a shorter boy, whose face is scrunched up in annoyance. The both of them are standing near the baggage claim. “See?”<br><br></div><div>You stare at it for a few more seconds before he pockets the device. An uncomfortable silence settles between the two of you, filled with gritty, unspoken accusations. You seem to find your shoes more interesting than the issue at hand. Even though it’s been two years since you’ve interacted with Kazuha, things haven’t changed. You’re feeling the same way you did when you broke up with him: anxious and scared and alone. He always has a convincing cover for himself. Although this time you’re certain his excuse holds more truth than any of his past half-truths ever did.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Am I crazy?” you blurt out. Whether it’s a hypothetical or not, you can’t say. “I mean... When I was out drinking, I heard someone taking pictures and I thought that they were photographing me. But then it turned out to be a lady with long nails. And then today after class I heard it. Am I doing this to myself? Am I leaving Polaroids around and then forgetting I was the one who put them there? Or am I—oh!” You flinch when he pulls you in for an abrupt hug and memories of your once blossoming relationship come rushing forth.<br><br></div><div>“You’re allowed to cry.”<br><br></div><div>“I’m not going to c-cry. I...” Unable to finish that sentence, you allow the wind to steal the words as you rest your head against his chest. “Are you sure this isn’t your doing? You wouldn't put me through that again, would you?”<br><br></div><div>“Absolutely not. You’re precious to me, (Name). I really do want to help you with this, but I’m afraid I can’t do much with what little information we have.”<br><br></div><div>“If it’s you—” Your tongue trips over itself as it works to form the words. “If you’re lying to me and this is another act—”<br><br></div><div>“It’s easy for me to deny your claims. I could do that all I want, but it won’t hold any weight if you aren’t willing to trust me.”<br><br></div><div>“Prove you aren’t the one behind this and I might trust you.”<br><br></div><div>His hand rubs along your spine. “All right.”<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>You push him away, eyes wide and frantic. Kauzha’s calm expression morphs into one of dubious nature. Swallowing a lump of fears, you take a few steps away.<br><br></div><div>“I...should get going.”<br><br></div><div>“Will you be okay by yourself? Do you need—”<br><br></div><div>But you’re already retreating into the darkness, thus leaving Kazuha on the top of the hill under a blanket of gloom.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>A pair of handcuffs.<br><br></div><div><strong>vi. a sacred dark room, where twisted obsession blooms</strong>.<br><br></div><div>A familiar Christmas tune shakes you from your sleep, dragging you out of the realm of unconsciousness and into one that’s much more terrifying. You blink through the bleariness as your eyes adjust to the sunshine that spills in through the cracks of your blinds. You’re slow to sit up, rising in your bed like a reanimated corpse that has just learned how to control its limbs. The smell of a delicious, home-cooked breakfast invades your nose and it wakes you at once, chasing all forms of sleep out of your mind and bones.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>When you shuffle out of your bedroom and into the kitchenette, you can see the small dining table has been set for two people. But only one side is decorated with food. It’s a huge meal, complete with all sorts of pastries, traditional breakfast foods, and your preferred beverage. As for the side opposite of your seat, there is an empty plate and untouched utensils.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>And a tripod with a video camera attached to it.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You approach the camera, analyzing the blinking red light with measured caution. Just as you reach out to turn it off, something else catches your eye and you retract your arm. A small note, accompanied with another Polaroid, rests in the center of the table. You pick both up with trembling hands. The photo displays a pair of metal handcuffs on a dull table, and the note has been written in a typewriter font.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>A meal for you, sunshine. Dragonspine is very nice. I’m not sure why you’ve been so hesitant to go. You’ll look stunning amidst the snow. Maybe this meal will change your mind</em>.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You gaze at the food in horrified silence and your stomach twists itself into a dozen knots. That person was in your house again, preparing an entire feast, and you were fast asleep in the other room, unaware of the danger lurking next door.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Making eye contact with the reflective camera lens, you purse your lips, glance around the kitchenette, and lower yourself into the seat.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Whoever you are,” you say to the camera, your only guest and witness to this maddening display of affection, “please leave me alone. This isn’t right. What did I ever do to you?” Your fingers curl around the handle of a butter knife. “L-Leave me alone. I’ll call the police.”<br><br></div><div>The radio has entered its commercial break. The hosts exchange playful banter about a topic that falls on your deaf ears.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Kazuha, it’s not funny. I know it’s you. Did you think I’d believe any of that nonsense you told me?” Your grip on the knife tightens. It’s a dull blade, yet knowing that it’s in your possession comforts you. “You’re actually insane if you’re going to these lengths for some stupid photos.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I’m not crazy.” You startle in the chair. A laugh track resounds, a futile attempt at covering up the fact that the hosts aren’t that funny. “Winter sunsets really are the prettiest. You should see one for yourself. Then you’ll look like the crazy one.”<br><br></div><div><em>It’s just the radio. Relax</em>.<br><br></div><div>You rise from your seat and switch the radio off, plunging the room in an eerie silence. The knife is still in your hand, glinting as it catches the light, and you set it down on the table to rub at your face.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“It’s not funny,” you repeat harshly, lowering your arms. You convince yourself to sit back down and you eye the congealed food with mistrust. “It’s really not…”<br><br></div><div><em>Creak</em>.<br><br></div><div>Your bathroom door opens on rusty hinges.<br><br></div><div>The knife is tucked into your sweater sleeve. Cold metal kisses your feverish skin.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>A camera that spies a sweet-smelling rag, handcuffs, and duct tape.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>A love born of envy.<br><br></div><div>You whirl around at that moment, knife now brandished, to face the person who’s been tormenting you with their camera this whole time. You’re not sure what you’ll do to ward them off. A mere butter knife isn’t as threatening as one from the block on your countertop. But as soon as your brain decides that you should pounce and attack, you find that an empty space awaits you. You remain seated, brow furrowed. Eventually, you come to the conclusion that you’re just scaring yourself. This person is smart enough to remain anonymous with what vacant clues they’ve been leaving. Of course they wouldn’t stay in your apartment when you can see both the entrance to your bedroom and the door to the bathroom.<br><br></div><div>They have nowhere to hide.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>From behind, a hand reaching, fingers splayed.<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>A picture-perfect moment captured on film.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Click</em>.<br><br></div><div>And you have nowhere to run.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>How would the sagau characters reacts to god!reader being so kind? Maybe someone was insulting them and their response was just a soft smile and a &#39;have a nice day&#39;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>zhongli</div><div>okay, to first understand. zhongli is like probably the most devoted out of all of your acolytes! (ofc if you don’t want that slip a request and ill change that hehe ;) ) you’re a kind god and this just shows it! whether it be helping the lower beings citizens or just being nice to someone being rude to you (like what??) it makes him love you even more!! your kindness is inhuman! kinder then probably all the archons out there! this just probes that you are truly the most important god in teyvat. although… for the person who insulted you. yes your mercifulness and kindness to them is amazing, but their actions won’t go unpunished. whether you know or not they will be… dealt with. but of course! don’t let this break your kindness and happiness! just keep being you. &lt;3<br><br></div><div>venti</div><div>venti, who is probably the most friendliest out of the archons, praises you every single time you are kind ! (every. single. second.) one day, you and venti are going out to pick flowers! there is this type of flower that you want to see in person. of course, venti agrees to go! you both are walking in the warm sunlight and you reach the place where you find the flowers! but someone bumps into you and starts… insulting you. just about he is to jump into the conversation. you stop him, i apologize for bumping into you, don’t mind us and have a good day! the person kinda looks at you weird and leaves. venti is.. starstruck! wow his god just was able to literally fight someone with kindness! he starts giving you compliments and how you are so kind and so beautiful! what a lovely day.<br><br></div><div>tartaglia</div><div>how dare he. HOW DARE HE INSULT YOU? what kind of low-life thing insults you! the second he is about to lunge into a fight. you pat his head. (yayyyy you just saved someone’s life) you’ve always been kind to people and received the kindness you deserved back! so why was this person just being out right rude to you when you did absolutely nothing wrong? “look i get you probably had a bad day, i hope your day becomes better!” the person looks at you, and the childe, and then leaves. just. like. that. screw the random person! how amazing was that! his god just basically fought someone with kindness! of course, that doesn’t mean he will let the person go, i mean, just because you had a bad day, doesn’t mean you have to bring it on someone else. of course he won’t deal with it, even though he would like to he can’t bear the thought of you getting upset.. so what does he do? gossip to every acolyte and have them deal with it! it’s really effective!<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>#who&#39;s a good boy?</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>venti</strong> is entranced while watching you interact with the creatures. you look so powerful but sweet as you dote on the ancient protectors of liyue and mondstadt. as he looks at you, he's reminded just how lucky he is to be breathing, to have been made for you. everything that you are is to be loved by him, including the sight of your hands gently patting away at dvalin's wings. it brings him joy to see you react so positively to one of his dearest friends. though, he would be lying if he didn't want a headpat too. say... why doesn't he skip on over and hang out too? surely you wouldn't mind giving him attention; he's your good boy too, y'know?<br><br></div><div><strong>zhongli</strong> does feel the tiniest twinge of jealousy in his chest as you call azhdaha and dvalin "the cutest dragons." to combat this, he'll take to telling you of the fact that he had been the one to carve azhdaha's body in the liking of a dragon, a dragon like him. he'll watch your eyes light up as you approach him with stars in your eyes. zhongli will watch you ask him questions rapidly. does he have horns? what kind of dragon is he? can he fly? these are all questions he'll happily answer. just keep your attention on him, there's only room for one dragon, and who else would it be than zhongli, of course!<br><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>unlocked. | yandere venti</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>venti had always been... <em>passionate</em>.<br><br></div><div>venti was excitable, <em>overeager</em>, ready to dive into things without a second thought, without <em>consideration</em> of other factors. he wasn't selfish, no, just... <em>an opportunist </em>(atleast that's what you try to tell yourself to make things better), so whenever a door of opportunity would show itself unlocked (or, alternatively, <em>ready to be picked open</em>) he'd jump and scramble to open it, and boy does he open it <em>wide</em>, especially if he knew that it would '<em>benefit</em>' more than just him to do so.<br><br></div><div>venti was an opportunist, and of course, as your best friend, he always tried to open doors for you, too.<br><br></div><div>you know him too well to to be suprised at the fact that your confession of love to him just minutes prior was no different, and yet here you are, sitting back in a shocked daze, suprised at the feeling of venti's groping hands on you, lips upturnt in a grin as he bites and nips at your precious, once unmarked neck, as though it's something he's been waiting to do for eons on end, as though he's a deprived man finally getting sustenance. all the door needed was to have light showing through it's keyhole, letting out just enough of light peak through into the dark hallway he stood at for him to pounce.<br><br></div><div>from the way his nails dig into the skin of your sides, scratching marks into your once unetched skin, to the way his lips dance against your skin, you know deep inside that he wants to open you wide, and then leave a mark etched onto the door, as though you're one of those doors you'd see in the house of a big family that indicates who's room the entrance belongs to.<br><br></div><div>it feels far too overwhelming for you. everythings a blur, far too fast for your mind, especially in this state, to compute; how you went from a simple confession after a night out with your longterm bestfriend while lounging on his bed together, basking in the glory of the night out you two had when you thought it would be best to say those three little words that would seal your fate (your assumption was wrong, terribly so), to being hovered over while he presses little "<em>I love you</em>"s that sound much more lovesick than the ones you had said into your neck, accompanied by gentle nips and bites and sucks, is beyond you.<br><br></div><div>it was fine at first, really, but you suppose that that's a statement you've said way too many times in regards to your best friend (or should you now say boyfriend? god, you two really jumped into things before even making things official, but then again, venti had always acted like a boyfriend to you instead of a bestfriend, so you suppose there wasn't any need to). and truly, you were <em>glad</em> when he said those four little words to you, his initial "<em>I love you too</em>," sending the feeling of electricity and the relief of not giving him a one-sided, friendship runing confession through your body.<br><br></div><div>you were even <em>glad</em> with the small pecks he gave against your lips in glee, the way he held your hands in his, the way he looked at you in the eye with complete and utter love in his eyes, as though he was lovesick and finally found a cure to his illness. and, <em>truly</em>, when his grin turned into a smirk and his hands got... <em>handsier</em>, and his eyes turned dark in the same way you've seen countless of nights before (it's the same viscious look that took place on his face when he found something he wanted and knew he'd do anything to get it), you were <em>still</em> glad. a little worried, a little anxious, but that's normal, right? you were glad nonetheless.<br><br></div><div>he loves you back, and that's all that matters, <em>right</em>? you'd act like him right now too if you were in his shoes, <em>surely</em>.<br><br></div><div>you're glad about your feelings being shared, so much so that you try to bit your worries down, force yourself and sit back and relax and just enjoy the affection he's giving you. and if you get too uncomfortable, you can always just zone out instead. you want to have a happy night with venti, one that you can smile and be glad of, and though going further than just soft kisses and warm cuddles tonight wasn't at all part of the plan, you guess that you can make due with what you got. your mind drifts off to think about your relationship with venti, how you two have been hopelessly pinning for eachother after years, how he'd always been clingy and touchy and <em>needy</em> even before the love confession just like he was being now, and how funny it is that years of mutual pinning could have so easily been revealed by just a few glasses of wine. it's something to be glad about, truly.<br><br></div><div>you even tried to <em>stay</em> glad (though truthfully your efforts were useless) as the feeling of his hard-on pressing against your core snapped you out of your thoughts, paired with the way he softly whimpered into your neck between kisses and shallowly rutted against you in the heat of the moment, and you can tell just from the feeling and the neediness of his whines that it must be painful, as though he was forcing himself to cage his hungry self right infront of a delicious meal, <em>like he was trying not to rip a door off it's hinges</em>, especially as he tried to take things as slow as he possibly could (which isn't saying much given his eagerness, but it was an effort nonethless).<br><br></div><div>but then he said eleven more little words all hushed into your ear that made you not so glad you confessed after all, especially when it was paired with the way he hovered over you breathless, eyelids hooded, and if you looked closely enough you'd see the tinge of borderline insanity in them.<br><br></div><div>"<em>my dove, they'll know who you belong to once I'm done.</em>" he spoke, hushed and quietly, slow and softly, as though testing the limits of how much of himself he can reveal to you right here and right now before you pull away and say that you take everything back, testing out how much he can pick at the lock of the door you stand behind, seeing how tough the wood is and how easy it is to leave a mark, like that cliche where young couples would carve their initials into trees.<br><br></div><div>your eyes widden at his words. you're not sure what about the words (that you <em>swear</em> you've heard something akin to them in a dream before or something along those lines, as though they were spoken to you while you were asleep) truly nailed the idea home that you two were going to become more intimate than your tipsy mind had bargained for tonight, but the way they're spoken shook you to your core. it was like a threat, not towards you yourself, but to everyone who wasn't venti. you put a hand on venti's chest (to which you swear you feel him shutter against the feeling of) so as to pause his ministrations.<br><br></div><div>"w-wait, I... I don't know about this, I don't think I'm..." <em>ready, ready to be unlocked.<br></em><br></div><div>he pulls away from your neck, pouting, eyes gazing into yours as his head tilts. there's a little mischief in his eyes, as though he thinks the way you tense up under him and stutter out is a joke you're trying to play on him that you seriously don't want this just as much as he does right now. "what's wrong? I thought you would've wanted this." despite your obvious discomfort and your hand still placed on his chest, his hand continues to trail up your shirt, touching and rubbing every single spot of you that he wasn't able to before, while the other takes the hand placed on his chest and interlaces it with his own.<br><br></div><div>and the truth is, <em>you do</em>, just not as fast as it was actually happening.<em> you wonder if he knows that slamming a door open too fast could damage it's hinges.<br></em><br></div><div>his other hand moves to the waistband of your bottoms but you turn away, cheeks burning with heat and flaming in embarrassment as though they've been pressed against a stove, unable to meet his eye, especially while he's like this. venti's always been touchy, that's a fact you know all too well, especially after getting even the slightest bits of tipsy like he had tonight, so why you weren't expecting this is beyond you. soberity had always been something that barred venti's truest desires from coming out, the thing restricting his hands from touching and feeling what they want. and quite frankly, <em>he liked the newfound feeling of the mostly smooth wood under his finger tips, how cool it is to the touch, loved all the intricacies and the history of tree that made this wood, even if he had splinters afterwards.<br></em><br></div><div>the playful pout shifts into a genuine downcast on his face as he realizes that you still haven't loosened up, that the words in his hazy mind that he had initially thought of as just... well, he's not sure what he thought you had meant exactly but it was a true statement nonetheless, still undeniably tense, and quite frankly, he can't properly undress you in such a worried state, can't <em>unlock</em> you in this state. you aren't seeing things his way, not seeing the opportunity of getting rid of other pesks who seriously think they have a chance with you that he's giving you right now by letting him stake his claim, by letting him <em>carve himself into you</em>.<br><br></div><div>his pretty, long eyelashes flutter against your skin as he blinks from the sheer proximity of you two from eachother, his stray, soft blue locks framing your face with how it drapes down, hair long since out of the half-up half-down hairstyle he had at the party tonight, and suddenly he's pulling away a bit, letting out an almost lovesick sigh as though you two just had an unspoken conversation, shaking his head as though he's just been brutally rejected. you don't get it, do you? after finally confessing to one another, shouldn't you be jumping at this opportunity like he is? sex doesn't equate to love, he knows that, but with the way he plans on putting a new intensity to the phrase "making love" tonight, you both might as well think that it does. he wants you to see the rawest form of himself, wants you to see whats on the otherside of that door.<br><br></div><div>it'll be good for you, he knows it will be. he'll treat you right, he promises, but he needs you to see things from his side of the hallway.<br><br></div><div>in his newfound position, venti moves to take your face into his hand, gently, slow, as though not to startle you, thumbing at the delicate skin with his calloused fingers earned from years of playing stringed instruments. he takes awhile to speak, as though deep in thought of how to word what he wants to say in the best way possible, in the way he <em>knows</em> would tug at your delicate heartstrings. "I..." he starts, but he takes in a deep sigh, closing his eyes as you watched tears swell up.<br><br></div><div>"I love you, you know that, right?" he starts, and of course you nod, albeit hesitantly, unsure of where he's going with this. you know it all too well.<br><br></div><div><em>his words are muffled outside the door. he has to figure out a way to get inside.<br></em><br></div><div>his voice is shaky as he continues. "do you know how long I've waited for you to tell me you love me back? do you know how long I've waited to be able to feel you like this, to be able to show everyone your mine? how many other people I had to force myself to watch you date and do all the things I've been wanting to do with you for years?"<br><br></div><div>he allows himself to open his eyes again, and from the look on your face, the pure and utter look of (unjust) guilt written in your eyes and the way your eyebrows start to furrow, <em>he can see the lock unpicking</em>. he decides to push it further. you can never, ever say no to guilt. he can tell he's close.<br><br></div><div><em>the can feel the doorknob is rattling underneath his finger tips.<br></em><br></div><div>"even tonight... at the party we went to, do you know how many other guys were eyeing you up and down the entire time, the amount of other people I had to watch you talk to when I much rather have preferred just spending the night in like this?"<br><br></div><div>you have to stop yourself from looking away. you know all too well how jealousy feels, how <em>icky</em> and <em>heartwrenching</em> it is, how <em>heavy</em> it is on you, especially considering how popular venti is, so to have you all to himself must be a big weight off his chest, you think. he leans in closer, breath fanning against your lips as he speaks. "so please, I know it's a lot to ask for, but just... if you can, just let me take care of you tonight, <em>please</em>."<br><br></div><div>he closes his eyes again, pressing his plush lips against yours, as though silently, asking for comformation to keep going, and you oblige, wrapping your arms around his neck despite how shaky and nervous you obviously are. you can feel his hands move one more as you taste the wine lingering on his tongue, the same win that insighted all of this to transpire. you let out little mews into his mouth at the feeling of him rutting up against you once more, somehow even harder than before, thrusts much more needier as though he seriously can't wait any longer. his hand grazes and rubs up and down your thigh, dancing along the spot way too close to the part that you need him to touch you most before once again grazing his fingertips along your waistband.<br><br></div><div>a string of saliva connects you both, though as soon as he sees that hesitant neediness in your eyes, he's quick to peck your lips once more. his mouth once again finds that sweetspot on your neck, the one that has you writhing underneath him, the one that has his free hand stilling your hips to make sure that you don't cause enough tension for him to cum prematurely. his whiny voice speaks up once again, ready to hit the nail in and make sure that tonight goes as planned.<br><br></div><div>his desperate, small voice whispers into your ear, as though it's a hushed confession. "I'm scared. scared of losing you. scared that if I don't do anything tonight, someone will try to take you away from me tomorrow, or you'll realize that you don't actually want me after all. I've been waiting for this for years. I can't let anyone take you away from me. you're <em>my</em> dove."<br><br></div><div>your stomach churns a bit at the sheer possession in his words, but yet you still try to see things his way from his side of the corridor. you want to make venti happy, to whisk away his insecurities, to prove you really, really do love him afterall.<br><br></div><div>"just one night, okay? then we can do things slow. but I just want one night to let everyone know who you belong to."<br><br></div><div><em>you think about it for a second, truly, truly sit there and wonder if this is what you want, before deciding to go ahead and just unlock the door yourself.<br></em><br></div><div>"venti, I... let's do it, then."<br><br></div><div>"really? are you sure? there's no stopping once we start, cecil."<br><br></div><div>"I'm sure. I want to do it."<br><br></div><div>the grin from the start gets painted back onto his face, nodding to your confirmation. "just sit back and relax for me then, okay? I know this is all new, but I promise, I'll make you feel good, just like you've always deserve, okay? just like how I've always wanted to. I'll take care of everything."<br><br></div><div>even though he doesn't need to anymore, ーatleast, not in the state he already has you inー he runs his clawed nails along the mahogany wood of you, etching his letters into you one by one for all to see.<br><br></div><div>before he begins finally undressing you, you hear him just barely audibly whisper. "when I say they'll know your mine, I mean it, sweet angel."<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Interloper</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The second you closed the wooden door to the Angel’s Share, the lock clicking back into its mechanism, it felt like you’d stepped into some portal to another world. The same faces were here, the same currency pushed over the tables, the same jokes as made in the daylight, but it felt less heavy. Life was subdued here by the sheer collective choice to not have the day to day grind interfere here. Music, booze, companionship. Those were the virtues found here. You felt a ghost of a smile liven up your face, immediately feeling more at ease than out on the streets.<br><br></div><div>It was pretty busy, the weekend around the corner and the weather nice enough for tourists to come around, tasting some of that typical Mondstadt freedom most locals associated with wine and gliding. You looked around a bit, waving to some familiar faces, before noticing the one you’d come here for.<br><br></div><div>Venti was at the bar, hunched over and talking to the young master Diluc, who seemed none to pleased with the fact that he was stuck in societal customs with the bard, lacking any excuse to serve other customers and write down orders on each customer’s respective tab as Charles kept everything neatly under control. Only few people pushed mora over the counter for each drink, often in an attempt to limit themselves from overindulging.<br><br></div><div>Walking over with confident strides, you tapped Venti’s shoulder before taking the seat next to him, offering him a greeting that was barely audible over some patron’s cry for more wine from the upper floor.<br><br></div><div>“Ah! There you are, sweetheart.” You scoffed at the petname the bard threw your way, his speech already infused with inebriation even though he’d probably only been here for a minute longer than you. “Your timing is perfect as usual. You can guard my drink now while I go visit the restroom. <em>Byeee~</em>”<br><br></div><div>And like that, he scuttered to the back, always using the staff bathroom, quoting he was <em>‘basically staff with how much clients he pulled in with his singing’</em>. The employees here had decided it was not worth the effort keeping him out, and just let him be the one exception.<br><br></div><div>“Happy to be of service.” You said to the empty air, nodding to Diluc as a greeting, who just slid you a glass of dandelion wine, assuming that since you were associating with Venti, you’d share his order. Not a farfetched idea, since Venti was quite insistent that only <em>that </em>specific wine was worth drinking, even scowling toward anyone who’d drink spirits from Liyue. His disgust was feigned, you knew, having seen him throw back the stuff when no one was watching more times than you could count. “Everything good here?”<br><br></div><div>“As well as can be expected.” His eyes rolled to the empty seat and he suddenly got a pensive look on his face, his eyelids narrowing as he tried to figure something out. Immediately, you sat up straighter, feeling like a kid who’d done something wrong. “I’ve never seen the two of you together here.”<br><br></div><div>“We’re usually here on Fridays.” A woman leaned over you to grab some cloth, a waft of perfume hitting your nose as she did so. As she was partially in front of you, you noticed a purple stain on her blouse, probably having spilled her drink over herself. She sent you a grateful smile as you leaned back a bit to allow her to grab the cloth more easily. She left after, an entire group cheering as she returned to her spot. Taking another sip, you resumed the conversation, nodding toward Diluc himself. “You don’t work then, I take it?”<br><br></div><div>“I work. Just not here.” He pointedly replied, seemingly offended by the insinuation that he took time off. “I have a lot of matters to attend to.”<br><br></div><div>“I can imagine.”<br><br></div><div>Conversation died, and you were fully prepared to wait out the awkward moment until Venti returned or Diluc excused himself with some menial chore that suddenly had high priority. Neither happened, and to your surprise, Diluc leaned forward, distant enough to be proper, but close enough to share secrets.<br><br></div><div>“So...” Diluc seemed pained at the way he continued the conversation, and you could see the reluctance behind his eyes. “Where did you meet that awful bard?”<br><br></div><div>“Venti’s nice.” You defended, not taking the barb too seriously. “I don’t really remember when we met. He was just around, and we hit it off. We have a penchant of traveling in the same direction.”<br><br></div><div>“I bet.” A tone of sarcasm laced the bartenders words, and you frowned at the sound. Perhaps you’d misheard and that was just how he talked, but it still seemed a bit disrespectful. “Let me guess, you always run into him halfway your trips.”<br><br></div><div>“Sure? What does that-”<br><br></div><div>“Nothing.” He seemed to catch himself, shaking his head slightly before reaching out to a nearby bottle. With a very forced customer service smile, he held the neck of the bottle over your glass and refilled your drink. “Sorry. Just curious. You can have this one on the house. I’ve heard good things about it.”<br><br></div><div>“Oh. Thanks.” Immediately forgiving the indiscretion, you took a sip of the wine he’d poured for you, a lovely rich vintage greeting your tongue.<br><br></div><div>Despite buying off your confusion with free alcohol, Diluc didn’t seem to be done with his Venti-centered questions, and by now you were just curious as to what he would ask next. The two were sorta friends, right? And even if they were having some disagreement, you weren’t pious enough to deny the gossiper underneath your skin waiting for something shocking. Isn’t that why people went to bars? Was it bad to say it was definitely a reason for you?<br><br></div><div>Cheating partners, late payments, trysts under the moonlight, barfights and more, all drama that made your eyes sparkle with intrigue and put your own struggles into perspective. Sure, your work was boring, but at least you weren’t the adventurer that was sent to Dragonspine every single week for daring to peek in on Miss Lisa while she was changing. Or the florist who had sent so many love letters to Diluc this week that the Angel’s Share had to close their doors for the postman.<br><br></div><div>It was all relative.<br><br></div><div>Diluc scraped his throat and tried to look casual as he continued his questioning. For a man that was usually so unreadable and uptight, you were having a strangely easy time seeing through his behavior, which either meant you were crazy good at reading body language or perhaps the red-headed heir to the Dawn Winery Estate didn’t feel comfortable subtracting information from a tipsy chick in a low cut shirt.<br><br></div><div>Pffft. As if he’d ever notice.<br><br></div><div>“What <em>exactly </em>do you know about Venti?”<br><br></div><div>“Bard. Crashes my place about four times a week. Reaaaally lovely voice.” You giggled as you recalled a certain memory. “Curses like he wants the archons to strike him down when he’s hungover.”<br><br></div><div>What had been meant as a funny anecdote to make the air a bit lighter instead made Diluc freeze, his hands stilling mid-way pouring a glass of wine for a customer that had squeezed his way next to you, obnoxiously gathering Diluc’s attention through sheer force of volume.<br><br></div><div>“So you don’t know...” He mumbled under his breath.<br><br></div><div>“Don’t know what?”<br><br></div><div>“Nothing.” That definitely didn’t seem like nothing, but you didn’t really feel you’d get anything out of it if you insisted he tell. He looked like the type to clamp up and leave you be if that were to happen. As if reading your mind, Diluc made an effort to smile, though you weren’t sure he was succeeding. Still, the very sight of his lips quirking up made you feel fluttery inside, his undivided attention on you for so long quite an occasion, even though you probably hadn’t even said anything worthwhile. “I’m sorry I keep asking such strange questions. I don’t exactly like him, and I just have a feeling he’s up to something. I don’t want you to get hurt.”<br><br></div><div>How could he say something that embarrassing with a straight face? Keeping your cool at his confession, even if it was probably just him ‘caring’ as a responsible citizen, you just nodded and took another sip of your drink, letting the wine very slowly cover your tongue, lest you make a fool out of yourself by drinking too fast and sputtering it all over him.<br><br></div><div>The silence only lasted for three seconds, Diluc once again unable to contain whatever was driving him. A fire in his eyes that sought for something. Justice? Closure? Truth? Perhaps not something so grand, but there was surely something he was searching for, something he hoped you would tell him.<br><br></div><div>"Have you ever noticed Venti never pays his tabs?" A bit of an odd observation, but as you thought about it, you realized he was right. You'd never seen him pay for anything beside small snacks at the Good Hunter. Mora was always light in his hands, and he never seemed to worry much about it. It bugged you a bit to see at times, but Venti always treated you well, so you tried to push down any irritation when he ordered the most expensive bottles. Diluc, normally quite direct with his words, suddenly coughed and looked away, as if the subject wasn't really something he was comfortable with. "Let's just say rumor has it, he has others pay in return for...favors."<br><br></div><div>"Like odd jobs?" The thought of Venti working instead of just charming his way out of bills and singing a lovely ballad to commemorate him succeeding didn’t strike you as something he would do, but you’d been wrong before.<br><br></div><div>"Uhm. That's not exactly what I-" The seat next to you was pulled back and your attention diverted. Diluc sighed and resumed washing the glasses. "Never mind."<br><br></div><div>"What are the two of you talking about?" Venti sat down with a big airy grin, immediately downing his left behind drink. He immediately motioned to Diluc for a refill and you had to be completely blind to miss the slight tension between the two men. "C'moooon, don't exclude me."<br><br></div><div>“We were just talkin’ about how you have light pockets.” You motioned to his new acquisition, an expensive bottle of dandelion wine he’d plucked from behind the counter. “Spending like a true rich boy.”<br><br></div><div>“And here I had just gotten this bottle to share with you.” He cradled the bottle to his chest as one would a newborn. “Tragic. I guess I’ll have to drink it by myself.”<br><br></div><div>“<em>Nooo</em>, I’m sorry.” You immediately called out, trying to giggle away the tense atmosphere that was slowly being formed, swirling around the three of you like it’d always been there. Having a bit of a sixth sense for impending bar fights, you did your best to change the course of the situation, knowing a fight between the two Vision users would ruin your entire night. “You’ll be drunk two glasses in.”<br><br></div><div>“No, I won’t! You have no trust in me.”<br><br></div><div>“She’s right.” Diluc said, crossing his arms, muscular arms bulging even underneath his heavy black coat. You weren’t a fangirl, not shameless enough to believe you had a chance with the owner of the winery, but even you could appreciate his unintentional flaunting. When you got a hold of yourself, the mood had somehow worsened, Venti now looking outright angry at the red-haired bartender. “You’ll make a scene if you start drinking again. Perhaps you should go home <em>before</em> that happens for once.”<br><br></div><div>Time ticked by slowly, and you twirled your own drink around aimlessly, not sure where to look. Forced back into the scene, the bard got off his seat and grabbed your hand, tugging you in the direction of one of the more rambunctious corners of the Angel’s Share.<br><br></div><div>“Maybe we can sit somewhere else while we drink.” Venti shot a look to Diluc and this time you were sure everyone and their mother noticed something<em> really aggressive</em> going on between the two of them, not just slight irritation. Had they been in a fight? Diluc was always a bit crude with the bard, but enjoyed the extra clientele he pulled in anyway. Diluc’s questions and Venti’s anger made no sense to you, and you really wanted to know what this was about. Nevertheless, not one to stir things up in the moment itself, you just nodded and added a non-confrontational <em>‘if that’s what you want’</em>. “ Let’s not bother our unofficial <em>hero</em> here.”<br><br></div><div>That seemed to irk Diluc, who just placed down another glass and scoffed. “Do as you wish,<em> lord Bar-</em>.”<br><br></div><div>Venti covered your ears as he lead you along to the stairs, making you miss whatever Diluc had said last. You looked back curiously, but as the bard pulled you along to a rowdy seat in the corner, some other familiar faces suddenly surrounding you, you decided you’d just ask Venti.<br><br></div><div>“What was that?” You asked as you sat down, bending close while Venti started shuffling a pack of cards, laying them down in a drinking game very familiar to you. It was fun, sure, when you won, but losing meant having to drink so much you were basically guaranteed a nasty hangover. High risks, high rewards. “Did you two have a fight? Master Diluc was asking me weird questions too.”<br><br></div><div>“Did he now.” It didn’t seem to surprise Venti, who you once again saw in a strange fit of irritation. Since when was he capable of making such faces, his lips tugged down as if there was physically a weight keeping them there? Just like before, he fixed himself so fast that you wondered whether you were just seeing things. “Well, the young master has a penchant of not minding his own business, and I don’t appreciate him interfering with mine.”<br><br></div><div>“Mmmh.” You nodded, hoping he’d tell you a bit more concretely what was wrong. Instead of your curiosity being sated, Venti instead just called over more nearby familiar faces and let everyone join the game, handing out the cards and leading the game. Your attention diverted, you looked at your hand and tried to keep a poker face.<br><br></div><div>You lost.<br><br></div><div>Five drinks later and the entire conversation had been nearly bleached from your memory. Despite having bought it for you both, Venti barely touched the pricey dandelion wine he’d bought, leaving it to you to finish the entire bottle. ‘<em>Dun’ like the year’</em> had been his excuse, to which you just shrugged, letting him enjoy his own newly fashioned bottle. Several people started singing some folk song, and it was easy to get lost in the flow, dancing and drinking and playing mindless games until time was but three sticks on a clock instead of an actual line not to cross.<br><br></div><div>You couldn’t remember a night that had been as much fun as this one. Venti kept the alcohol flowing, the music invigorated you whenever you started feeling tired, and the other customers kept the vibe happy, jokes and tales being passed around nearly as much as the bottles of wine and liquors.<br><br></div><div>Diluc hovered around the bar quite a bit, much more noticeably than he usually would, his glare on Venti nearly non-stop.<br><br></div><div>When he eventually stepped toward the table, having timed it in a moment where you were trying to regain your rationale in the bathroom, and insisted Venti pay up for the night, there was heat of pyro and a gust of wind of anemo swirling around the bar, most people just walking out quickly as they noticed the homicidal emotions swirling around the two. The few that were too stubborn to leave were escorted out by Charles, who just informed them they could get cheaper drinks tomorrow if they left right now.<br><br></div><div>Bad for business. Very bad.<br><br></div><div>With the bar nearly empty and the stage ready for a fight in the making, their intense eye contact finally reached a pinacle as Diluc held out his hand and insisted again. “Pay your tab.”<br><br></div><div>Venti twirled a single coin of mora on his finger.<br><br></div><div>“Have I ever not paid my dues?”<br><br></div><div>“Your dues have been paid, just not by you.” Diluc retorted, hand lowering and clenching into a fist by his side. “I don’t care what you do, but you think I don’t notice what you’re doing to her? I thought archons were higher beings, not manipulative sacks of shit that would get a girl drunk in order to do unseemly things.”<br><br></div><div>“<em>Loooots</em> of concern for a girl who’s name you don’t know.” Venti snapped back. “Maybe if you could actually say the words of what it is exactly I’m doing and you might achieve something, but you can’t right? Fucking prude.”<br><br></div><div>“It’s wrong what you’re doing and you know it.”<br><br></div><div>“I love her.” Venti said without a shred of hesitation. “She’s just very shy. This is as much for her benefit as it is for mine.”<br><br></div><div>“Do you even hear yourself speak?”<br><br></div><div>“My hearing is crystal”<br><br></div><div>“What do you think she’d do when she finds out about you being a god? A sleazy, weak, disgusting excuse of one no less.” What had started as a gut feeling for Diluc he now accepted as truth, all things considered. The first reports of Venti stalking you he’d discredited as lies, but when you’d stepped in the bar, enveloped in anemo energy, and had greeted the bard as your<em> friend</em>, Diluc couldn’t ignore it any longer. “One that gets on his knees for any benefactor willing to hand him a casket of wine.”<br><br></div><div>“I’d watch your tongue, master Diluc.” Venti’s bow materialized in his hand, eyes brimming with anemo energy. “I don’t think I appreciate what you’re insinuating.”<br><br></div><div>“It wasn’t meant for you to like, idiot.”<br><br></div><div>“What are you two doing?” Wiping your hand on your pants, you stumbled your way back into the scene, too tipsy to see the fully materialized bow in Venti’s hands, nor the flames licking at Diluc’s finger tips. “Where is everyone else?”<br><br></div><div>“We’re leaving.” “We’re closed.”<br><br></div><div>The two men answered at the same time. Unaware of the drama, you pointed at your filled cup, your wallet reminding you that the cup had cost nearly four thousand mora. “Is it okay if I finish that first? You just poured it for me three minutes ago. It would be such a waste.”<br><br></div><div>“Sure.” Diluc said way too quickly. Despite everything, he couldn’t just tell you what Venti was up to, knowing you’d side with your friend if he didn’t have proof of the matter. “You can stay while I clean up. Venti, please leave now.”<br><br></div><div>“I’m crashing at y/n’s place tonight.” He said your name very poignantly while staring at Diluc, making a point of it to let him know your name. Smiling, he hooked his arm in yours and made way for a familiar table. “We’re going home <em>together.</em>”<br><br></div><div>You regretted insisting on drinking your cup, the entire bar empty and silent now, Venti twirling his blue braids as he waited for you to finish. When you were inclined to just leave the last few sips behind, wanting to crawl home and leave this empty bar, Venti grabbed the cup and raised it to your lips, forcing the last few mouthfuls of wine into your mouth, laughing when you could barely stand upright at the end.<br><br></div><div>By the time you and Venti left, the bard insisting the two of you use the backdoor for some reason, you were unsure how much time had passed. All you were sure about was that you were absolutely wasted, eyesight blurring with each step you took. Your mind still felt relatively clear, but you could definitely be wrong about that. Every drunk thinks they can still do a myriad of things, and only sober friends can scoff and deny it.<br><br></div><div>The reason for Venti sneaking out with you through an alternative exit became clear as he lead you around the bar, and you saw Diluc sit in front of the bar, clearly waiting for something. Venti probably had seen him standing outside and wanted to avoid the drama, which you could somewhat understand. The red-head still looked dreamy like this, his hair like a hearthfire with the way the light of the moon brushed down on him, his posture like a statue, unbending for anything and anyone.<br><br></div><div>Venti tugged you along, leading the way home, a very short look of complete fury shifting over his face as he noticed where you’d been staring. You immediately pretended you’d just imagined it, the expression not fitting right on Venti’s soft and beautiful features. He was meant to laugh, not scowl like that. It was easy to gaslight yourself while you were so inebriated, especially because Venti immediately returned to skipping through the alleyways, laughing as you tried to keep up.<br><br></div><div>It was well into the night, the moon high, lanterns offering a few safe spots of light between endless dark streets and alley ways. It was quite a walk back home, the houses in the centre of Mondstadt way too expensive for someone like you. Springvale was much more affordable, though even there the prices were being driven up by businessmen from Liyue trying to make mora by renting out properties. Scum of the earth.<br><br></div><div>The two of you weren’t moving fast, and hadn’t even left the city yet, dragging each other down with every step. It didn’t help that Venti had started talking again, and you couldn’t move<em> and</em> respond at the same time currently. You remembered how that usually wasn’t an issue.<br><br></div><div>Dear archons, you were really drunk.<br><br></div><div>“-And that’s why I’m banned from Wanmin restaurant.” Venti tugged you along, his braids bouncing happily as he lead the way through the endless maze Mondstadt had become. During the day you were familiar with most nooks and crannies of the city, but now you had no idea where you even were, the Angel’s Share you’d just left nowhere to be seen. “I don’t think they’ll recognize me if I go in disguise, but I don’t wanna risk it, ya know?”<br><br></div><div>“Theysho- They should be nicer to you.” You slurred. “Flattered you even swallowed a bite.”<br><br></div><div>“Exactly! And I didn’t <em>-hic-</em> punch the waitress. She was just... there.”<br><br></div><div>“Not your fault.”<br><br></div><div>“Not. my. fault.”<br><br></div><div>You had a theory that the wind could feel whenever people were returning home after a night of drinking, as you couldn’t recall a single night out when the currents hadn’t been on your side, guiding you home with a gentle breeze. Even rain was inconsequential and milder, though you could admit it could just be the influence of alcohol dulling your senses, making you less bothered by the wiles of nature.<br><br></div><div>Or perhaps Lord Barbatos looked down on the two of you with appreciation of how you were enjoying life, being free and all that, not tied down by social conventions and basic bodily coordination. Everyone knew that correct reflexes were the biggest oppressors of all.<br><br></div><div>You knew you weren’t making sense, even to your own brain, but you felt like it made a whole lot of sense.<br><br></div><div>“Do you have stories like that?” Venti swayed your hand back and forth in a lackadaisical manner, his speech slurred even though he was still attempting to follow a normal conversation. He seemed much more drunk than he’d been in the bar, but perhaps the wine had taken a bit of time to set in. “A lil bit of a dark side? I saw you looking at Diluc earlier, ya know!”<br><br></div><div>“Nahhh.” You waved his comments away, hoping if you didn’t respond to that comment about the red-head he’d forget it. “I’m really awkward with stuff like that, oh-” you nearly tripped over your own feet, dizzily saving yourself and resuming walking.&nbsp; “- whoops. Uhm, but yeah, no, I just freeze up and I’m too chicken to do anything, so I don’t really have a lot of stories.”<br><br></div><div>“That’s so unfaiiir!” Venti cried out dramatically, letting go of your hand to drop down to the ground dramatically. You laughed as he did so, holding out a hand for him to take, laughing even harder when he refused it and punched the ground. “How can someone as sweet and beautiful as you not be banned from at least three restaurants?! We need to get back at the Angel’s Share and have you kiss Diluc with tongue, right now.”<br><br></div><div>“Tongue?!” You sputtered, before sputtering out in laughter when Venti stuck out his tongue and pointed at it. “Why in the hell would I do that? I’m drunk, not suicidal. He’d be so disgusted.”<br><br></div><div>“Some experience. Live a little.” Venti got back to his feet, a totally useless gust of a wind helping him achieve the fact. You always found it hilarious to see the vision user use his vision for the most useless of acts, taking away the noble image you always had of those blessed by the gods. “And he’d be <em>lucky</em> to have you cram your tongue down his throat, if anything.”<br><br></div><div>“Pfft, yeah right. I think I’d traumatize him for life.” Going along with the stupid little fantasy, you could just imagine the million ways doing something like that would end with mortification. “I don’t think I’m a very good kisser.”<br><br></div><div>Venti stilled and turned to you, looking as if he’d just had an epiphany.<br><br></div><div>“We should practice then.” His green hat had slid half off, and he put it back in place, hazy eyes looking at you lovingly as he leaned up, inches away from your face. “Why should <em>he</em> get all the fun?”<br><br></div><div>"That's- That'sa move!" You accused with a big smile, laughing as you stumbled through the empty streets of Mondstadt. "You can't just say that."<br><br></div><div>"Why not? I can say -<em>hic</em>- whatever I want!" Venti yelled way too loud, earning himself the attention of a nearby woman that was trying to sleep. "Nobody can tell an archon whattodo!"<br><br></div><div>Delusions of grandeur much? Ten drinks in and the bard believed himself to be an archon.<br><br></div><div>A window was opened right above you, a blonde haired woman sticking her head out, her hair quite frizzled and her eyes rife with irritation. She’d clearly been woken up by the two of you, and didn’t seem all too happy about it. “Some people have work tomorrow, ya know, so shut up and go home!”<br><br></div><div>"Yessir." You said, giggling even as you were trying to look serious. Venti tried to steady himself, holding your shoulders and dragging you down to the floor.<br><br></div><div>"Bunch of drunks! Making a fool out of yourselves." The woman continued, her fists slamming down on the balustrade as she tried to at least make the two ruffians on the street recognize they were being highly annoying. "Aren't there people at home worrying about you? Get right back there now!"<br><br></div><div>She slammed the window shut, the panels shuddering under the force, and you could hear her softly talk to someone else in the room, probably someone she had been sleeping next to before you and Venti woke them up.<br><br></div><div>The second the window closed you and Venti were laughing again, though when the woman made moves to open the window again, the bard pulled you along in an alleyway, fleeing from the crime scene.<br><br></div><div>You nearly tripped over a badly laid brick and the two of you were back to hysterics, falling over to the ground and clutching each other while laughing. Your lungs and stomach hurt, but you couldn't stop, tears escaping your eyes as you slowly devolved into a giggling mess.<br><br></div><div>The rest of the way to home was a blur of constant logistics and breaks to fall over in laughter. How can I move my foot so I don’t fall? How can I step over a ledge without dropping to my knees and emptying my stomach? Will you fall down the stairs if Venti makes that funny face one more time? All logistics that were made significantly harder by the non-inconsequential amount of wine coursing through you.<br><br></div><div><em>Dizzydizzydizzyyy</em>...<br><br></div><div>There were so many more stairs, so many more doors to be opened, each one a struggle. You tended to overestimate yourself and tripped after each confident step, while Venti chose to hold onto all furniture for dear life, clinging to your arms and whatever else was close as to not drop to the floor. When you got to your home, you locked the door behind you and felt so smart for it, having assumed you would’ve forgotten to in your drunken state.<br><br></div><div>Dragging Venti to the bedroom, you let him fall on the bed, a loud groan escaping him as he dug himself into the blankets. When you very slowly turned around, preparing to just pass out on the couch, his hand suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you on the bed with him, a force of anemo underneath your soles making it possible.<br><br></div><div>"Don't leave meee~" He whined. "If you do I'll just follow you around till you get back here."<br><br></div><div>"You're clingy when you’re drunk." You noted, though you’d already known that from many previous nights before this one, very slowly articulating your words. Everything spun, and lying down made it neither better nor worse. "Clingy bard."<br><br></div><div>"It'll get ten- <em>no</em> twenty times worse if you leave." He snuggled against your arm, pressing his cheek firmly against your skin. With your remaining free hand you grabbed a pillow and smacked him in the face with it, giggling when he looked up at you with the most betrayed look you'd ever seen.<br><br></div><div>"Twenty times worse." You repeated, immediately accepting the change of course, primarily because this was more fun and you didn't want to stand up again. "Only if you don't hog all the blankets. I'll get <em>coooold</em>."<br><br></div><div>"Hmm perhaps."<br><br></div><div>The two of you scurried underneath the blankets, the cold of the room suddenly much more poignant, even though you’d just walked a few miles in the cold of the night without issue. The blanket felt nice, but something was off, something your inebriated mind just couldn’t figure out. What was it? What-<br><br></div><div>As you laid on your side, your shoes made a subtle tap as you put one on top of the other, your coin pouch digging into your side.<br><br></div><div>Ah.<br><br></div><div>"I just remembered something."<br><br></div><div>"What?" Venti looked up at you, his head swaying and his eyes heavily lidded.<br><br></div><div>"We're still fully dressed."<br><br></div><div>Another fit of laughter later, and the two of you were undressing with the least amount of effort ever, your underwear and shirt making a decent pajama for now. When Venti laid down, you plucked his hat off his head and threw it through the room. In revenge of his fallen garment, the bard cried out and pulled all the blankets his way, leaving you cold on the mattress.<br><br></div><div>Messing around and acting stupid, the two of you ended up just making squeaky noises in attempts to make the other laugh, Venti’s impression of Kaeya making you nearly wet yourself with laughter. The sun was closer to rising than setting, but the atmosphere was too jovial and nice to sleep.<br><br></div><div>When you proposed sleeping when things had quieted down a bit, knowing you’d hate yourself come morning if you skipped sleep all together,&nbsp; Venti fell to your side and pressed a kiss to your cheek.<br><br></div><div>"What was that?" You sputtered out, completely indignified, yet unwilling to scooch even a millimeter away from the warmth you were currently in, the black-haired man not even a few inches away.<br><br></div><div>"Whaaat? Am I not allowed to give my bestest friend a kiss?"<br><br></div><div>"Aren'tchu drunk?" You pulled the blanket further over your shoulder, feeling all thr more dizzy for it, the downsides of drinking way too much settling in. Venti's eyes were no longer lidded and hazy, instead showing surprising clarity. Had the buzz worn off that fast? "Wha-What are you doin'?"<br><br></div><div>"I <em>am</em> really drunk. I don't know what I'm doing." He said, his intonation a bit more forced than it used to be. "It's okay. Just relax. This is just a bit of fun! You remember how you said you were awkward with this kinda stuff? Isn't it easier if it's just me? We'll practice a bit, see how it feels."<br><br></div><div>"I don't think that’s a good idea." Even in your drunken state you knew it would be weird tomorrow if you did this, the loaded questions that would hang over you two at breakfast, jam and bread passed with atmospheric weight instead of with a stupid joke. "I don't want you to feel bad about it tomorrow."<br><br></div><div>"Haha! <em>Me</em>? Feel bad about it tomorrow?" He propped himself up a little higher. "I wouldn't worry about that."<br><br></div><div>"But what if-"<br><br></div><div>"What if you're a bad kisser?" His eyes twinkled as he leaned his head on your shoulder, so close it made your heart pound painfully in your chest. "It's fine, I'll teach you. We're just having fun, don't worry about anything."<br><br></div><div>That wasn’t what you meant, but Venti was already closing the gap, and you just remained still, the man taking your inaction for acceptance.<br><br></div><div>The first few pecks were still met with the both of you giggling in between, though the bard wasn’t retreating, and kept placing kiss after kiss on your lips, the feeling soft and weirdly intimate. His blue braids brushed against your cheek, and despite feeling incredibly weird about all this, if it just stayed like this, with small pecks and chaste kisses, perhaps he was right and it would cure you of your discomfort with matters such as these. He was your best friend, so surely he just intended to help you.<br><br></div><div>“Is this good?” He suddenly asked, smiling so softly, his eyes brimming over with affection. How could you deny him, when this clearly came from a good place? He was your best friend! If he thought his would help, surely you owed it to him to give it a shot. And, if it didn’t, you could just blame the alcohol come morning and promise him to never bring it up again. “Can I do a bit more?”<br><br></div><div>You assumed he meant a few more of these soft kisses and nodded, kind of enjoying being overwhelmed with affection as you were. This was safe and soft. Perhaps he was right and it was easier because it was with him, and not some random guy you couldn’t trust. Venti had your trust, explicitly.<br><br></div><div>Quickly, you found out his request for more had entailed something else entirely.<br><br></div><div>As if your small nod had made a dam bust loose, Venti started <em>actually</em> kissing you, lips forming against yours, tongue slipping in your mouth, and his entire body leaning into you, turning a mildly inappropriate liplock to something much more passionate.<br><br></div><div>Friends didn't make out like this after nights out, right?<br><br></div><div>Well. You'd definitely heard stories about friend groups like that. Endless drama and affairs of everyone sleeping around with everyone. Perhaps Venti was like that, and really didn't see the issue here. It was just harmless fun, making out without anything serious playing in the background, some mindless physical affection. You didn't want to be a prude and call it off. It would make him think less of you, you were sure, if you suddenly made a really big deal out of this.<br><br></div><div>You'd at least see it through. The awkwardness of it was gone, at least, especially because Venti didn't give you a lot of time to be hung up by social conventions, biting down on your lower lip and nearly consuming you with the heat and excitement flowing off of him.<br><br></div><div>When his hand searched the hem of your shirt to cup one hand beneath the garment in search of your tits, kneading and squeezing your breasts and pinching the nipples once he found them, you retracted your conviction to just let it happen, the pangs of arousal his touches caused making you feel wildly uncomfortable. Were you really getting turned on by Venti’s touches? He was your best friend, the one you acted silly with and ran hand-in-hand with through the meadows of Mondstadt. <em>This was not something friends did.<br></em><br></div><div>“Ven-Venti! Isn’t this going a bit far?” You pointed out when you finally got a break to breathe. His lips were slightly swollen, spit making them shine in the dull candlelight of the room. His eyes were convicted, not at all as glazed over as you’d once again expected them to be, as he thumbed away some excess saliva on his chin. He pulled his hand out of your shirt. “This feels a bit... intense.”<br><br></div><div>"It's fine. We're drunk, it's late, everyone's asleep." He nuzzled into your neck, smiling brightly as he then sat up in-between your legs, stroking the inside of your thighs with affection. "Let go of yourself a little. I won't do anything you don't want. I just think this could be really nice for us, something that’ll bring us closer together. Really, you don’t need to worry, I'll just put in the tip, I promise."<br><br></div><div>“What?!”<br><br></div><div>As he brushed your thigh, you suddenly took a bit more notice of the position you were in. Both of you were barely dressed, and Venti was situated very firmly between your legs, pressing his erection against your underwear and looking as comfortable as a cat in the sun. The making out was already going far, but this was a few leagues out of your comfort zone. Was he really insinuating sex? While drunk? <em>With you?<br></em><br></div><div>"I don't-" Unsure how to word your exact dilemma, you placed your hand on his chest, keeping him from getting closer again. If he wasn’t going to put a stop to this, you would. “You’re drunk, Venti. I don’t think you know what you’re saying. Let’s go to sleep and forget about this.”<br><br></div><div>A heartbroken look crossed his eyes, and the mere sight of it made you feel like you'd kicked a puppy. "Do you think I'm unattractive?"<br><br></div><div>"What? No of course not." As you could see his eyes watering, you sat up and cradled his face between your hands. "You're beautiful! Don't say that. I just mean-"<br><br></div><div>"It's alright." He sighed and flashed you the most shaky smile you'd ever seen on the young bards face. "I'll quit bothering you and go sleep on the couch. You must feel so uncomfortable, right now, being touched by some filthy drunk you don't even like. Compared to Diluc I must be an annoying brat, not muscular or handsome like-"<br><br></div><div>"Please don't say that." You begged, unable to stand your friend bad talking himself. "I love you, Venti, don't speak of yourself like that."<br><br></div><div>"You love me?" His authentic and gleeful expression came right back, like so many times tonight, his emotions springing back and forth with the force of a gust wind, and your heart squeezed in relief. If he'd slumped off right now, you probably would've cried. "That means so much to me. I don't hear that a lot, you know? It gets really lonely, travelling so much, never staying anywhere for long. It's so hard to have intimate moments with people, like this."<br><br></div><div>He bent down until you were back to being inches apart. "You take such good care of me, I can't believe someone like you even likes me."<br><br></div><div>"Of course I like you." You started, wanting to explain further that not wanting to fuck your best friend while completely wasted doesn’t mean you don’t love them. You cut yourself off though, a bit scared of the sudden intensity Venti showed you. He was smiling, sure,&nbsp; but he seemed ready to rebut every argument you could possibly make, and you could already vaguely hear his assurances, the words he’d tell you to convince you you were being silly for making such a big deal out of this. How did he have the clarity to do so? Did he not drink as much as you thought? You stopped counting your own drinks after the tenth, perhaps he just quit at the third drink or so, taking his tolerance into account? “Don’t doubt that.”<br><br></div><div>“More than Diluc?”<br><br></div><div>“Huh? Of course!” Why he was even mentioning Diluc’s name again was quite unclear to you. “I only see that guy once every month or so. Of course I like my best friend more.”<br><br></div><div>You hoped by saying the words <em>‘best friend’ </em>again he’d perhaps realize this was weird, but instead he just melted into you, his weight on top of you and pushing your body down into the mattress, the ceiling unresponsive as you sent it pleading looks, hoping it would give you an idea as to what to do here.<br><br></div><div>"Ah... that makes me so happy." He kissed the edge of your mouth and put his face back in the crook of your neck. Blissfully sighing, you suddenly heard and felt the blanket shifting, Venti repositioning himself, hips angled up so his erect cock was inches away from your entrance, your underwear hooked to the side with his thumb. <em>Again</em>. "Then this is okay, right? An intimate moment to close off an amazing night. I had so much fun, I just want to get closer to you. Show you how much I love you."<br><br></div><div>This felt weird, really weird, but things had progressed to the same stage as earlier, and you definitely didn't want a repeat of just now. He was being so vulnerable with you, and if he said it was okay, it was okay, right?<br><br></div><div>"Okay." You agreed, missing the amused and smug smile that quickly flashed across Venti's face. "But just the tip okay?"<br><br></div><div>"Sure, of course!" He promised, quickly lining himself up and stroking your hips comfortingly, preparing to push in any moment now. "Would I lie to you?"<br><br></div><div>Of course not, you reassured yourself. He’d<em> never</em>.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>― LAIDBACK TYPE. </strong>venti | 温迪<br><br></div><div><strong>[ </strong>“my, haven’t you grown! c’mere, lemme see how cuter you’ve gotten!” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div><div>⇢ he’s always been this way since you were a first-year, so <strong>clingy </strong>and generous with his affections. sometimes he squishes his cheek against yours, and most of the time he’ll casually slip his hands into yours then take you on another wild goose chase. so <strong>unpredictable </strong>and <strong>free</strong>, but you wouldn’t have him any other way.<br><br></div><div>⇢ another of the prodigious students this academy has, venti is quite known for his musical talent. he’s refused all club recruitments, but he’s the leader of one-too-many jam sessions around the school. when he has his eyes settled on you, he grins wildly and beckons you over to his side. the songs take on a more <strong>romantic vibe</strong>, and he laughs nervously when you ask him who are the songs about.<br><br></div><div>⇢ he’s unexpectedly <strong>wise</strong>, as if he’s seen a great deal many things. when he’s serious, his eyes take on a much <strong>forlorn </strong>look as he gazes at something you cannot see. in an instant, you see him not as your older friend but rather a respected senior.<br><br></div><div>⇢ as your beloved senior, he feels it his duty to protect you no matter the cost. <strong>cutesy </strong>and <strong>fresh-faced</strong> though he may look, your existence tends to make him a bit more... <strong>irrational</strong>. how will you go about your days knowing that shadows follow you wherever you go? he must take care of them. anyone who dare harm you will fall prey to not just him, but as well as your other suitors.<br><br></div><div>⇢ he knows he’s <strong>irreplaceable </strong>in your heart, and that satisfies him to a certain extent. he is, after all, the one who took care of you when you were still new to such a grand school. so long as he has a place in your heart, venti has no qualms on letting everyone’s gaze settle on you.<br><br></div><div>⇢ you <em>are </em>made to be praised, after all! his lyric books are all stashed in a shelf, and you can see the descent in sanity as you flip through them. embarassed, shy love poems written in neat handwriting eventually turn more frantic and incomprehensible. the lyrics turn <strong>darker </strong>and <strong>more fanatical</strong>, with some pages having... questionable stains on them. it’s something he’ll show you, once the two of you get a li~ttle bit more closer.<br><br></div><div><strong>[</strong> “ah... ahaha! did you-- did you see them? did you like it? do you want me to sing it for you?!” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>― MYSTERIOUS TYPE. </strong>diluc | 迪卢克<br><br></div><div><strong>[ </strong>“there will always be a darkness in this world. therefore, you shall stand in the light and i, your shadow.” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div><div>⇢ there are many of those who fail master diluc’s perception of purity. even he, himself, fails to meet his own standards. but you, despite all your flaws and the dark and twisted thoughts he knows you keep to yourself... hmph. well, you barely pass.<br><br></div><div>⇢ heir to a winery business, it’s not exactly unexpected for him to have this air of <strong>arrogance </strong>and <strong>superiority</strong> around him, but people tend to gape at the tender look in his eyes when his most beloved junior comes round the corner. they listen to him slightly nag at you for running in the hallways, but he smiles when he does so. even kaeya can’t believe his eye.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>⇢ there’s something about you that reminds him of what he used to be like before his world was forcibly shattered. a light in your eyes, a determined spirit... it’s something he wishes to <strong>protect</strong>. you are someone who he’s allowed to stand by his side; he won’t let you break.<br><br></div><div>⇢ with the connections he’s worked so hard to build, diluc easily has the assets to <strong>manipulate </strong>your surroundings. whether it’s the people you surround yourself or the information that reaches you, he can control all of that. he wishes for you not to be victim to things that will potentially taint you.<br><br></div><div>⇢ and keep in mind not to anything so... <em>reckless</em>. diluc can’t handle the slightest scar on your fingers. you <em>will </em>get uncomfortable over his panicky actions and uneven breathing, his hands roaming your entire body because he doesn’t believe in your assurances. were you hurt? who did that to you? were you even thinking? his <strong>overprotectiveness </strong>grows stronger as the days go by.<br><br></div><div>⇢ his fingers ache at the thought of letting go of your skin, even when they burn red under his harsh grip. what he would give to lock you up and take care of you by himself. <strong>insane</strong>... yeah, he’s going to turn into just that if one more of these filthy men touch you.<br><br></div><div><strong>[ </strong>“haah... to think of all the efforts i’ve put into protecting you... only to end up breaking you myself.” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>― FLIRTATIOUS TYPE. </strong>kaeya | 凯亚<br><br></div><div><strong>[</strong> “what, can’t handle a little heat? you’re still so cold to me as always.” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>⇢ </strong>you’d be lying if you said you haven’t gotten frustrated over kaeya’s <strong>teasing</strong>. you can’t figure out whether he’s teasing you for more of your attention or because he still sees you as a child. one moment he’ll propose a <strong>scandalous </strong>thought, then he brushes it off saying you’re too much of a child for that.<br><br></div><div>⇢ you <strong>amuse </strong>him a lot, but he also finds <strong>comfort </strong>in you. life isn’t exactly easy living as the adopted son of the ragnvindir household, but when you approach him with a look of concern you try to hide, he can’t help but smile. honestly... you’re way too good for him! if only... if only some of your warmth could be replicated back home... then all would be perfect...<br><br></div><div>⇢ but he can’t hope for too much, now can he? besides, with the way things are going, you’re all he ever needs. with his ample salary and the amount of free time has on his hands, he’ll take you out to wherever you want and spoil you endlessly. if you want... when the both of you mature into adults, then you could travel the world together. it’s something he suggests but shrugs off, but you can see the <strong>longingness </strong>in his eyes.<br><br></div><div>⇢ he’s one of the more <strong>ruthless </strong>ones in your harem. whether it’s someone who dare sully your name with their filthy tongue or a fool who dares to lay a hand on you, he’s usually the one to take action before the others can keep up. he takes his time, too. he loves the screams and the realization that they have messed up, but only because he knows that they have suffered under his hand. other than that, they’re just squealing pigs under his feet.<br><br></div><div>⇢ he has his <strong>morals</strong>, of course. he refuses to drag anyone who isn’t involved into this and despises the way diluc views people as assets for his plan to control you. he can smooth talk information out of someone, or use his family’s power to intimidate someone into doing small favors for him, but he wouldn’t stoop so low as to send someone into a bloodshed.<br><br></div><div>⇢ your comforting presence... while it may be his saving grace, it is also his downfall. you both won’t be able to see each other at school soon, and it’s only a matter of time before you both walk separate paths during adulthood. to live a life without you... he refuses to spend another day wallowing in his loneliness. he’ll... he’ll keep you if he must, to train you into submision and be his comfort person forever... and ever... and ever.<br><br></div><div><strong>[ </strong>“my cute little junior, you’re not going to abandone me like the others... right?”<strong> ]<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>― STOIC TYPE. </strong>zhongli | 凯亚<br><br></div><div><strong>[</strong> “have you come for another story? come, sit, your presence is the one i welcome the most.” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div><div>⇢ celestial knows how he managed to become student council president in his first year, but he did it. the former student president of two years, and only having recently retired in his third year, zhongli is lauded by most of the school as the driving force behind the student body’s academic and competitive progress. <strong>knowledgeable</strong> and <strong>honorable, </strong>he attracts many eyes, but his eyes are only for you.<br><br></div><div>⇢ he had taken interest in you during your first year. a naive thing wandering into the council room in need for some assistance. he had enraptured you with one of his <strong>eloquent</strong> lectures (and his ass, but you’ll never dare say it). soon afterwards, you spent time in the council room listening to zhongli while serving him rice crackers and brewing tea for him as he had taught you.<br><br></div><div>⇢ what a shame it had to be cut off because of the heavy load that came with council duties. but he had relieved himself of that responsibility now, and have made himself available to service and entertain you. so... spend some time with this <strong>lonely </strong>old man (isn’t he a year older than you). he needs the company.<br><br></div><div>⇢ <strong>rules </strong>are something he highly reveres and you have him to thank as the reason why your harem hasn’t gotten out of hand. of course, you don’t know this, but all the boys do. there is a silent contract amongst themselves that he has reinstated, whether they like it or not. it irks him a bit to share you for a while with these immature men, but so long as he has your company, he’ll be satiated for a little while longer.<br><br></div><div>⇢ he does tend to get along with some people in the harem, namely xiao and aether. (and childe. sometimes.) <strong>authoritative </strong>and <strong>well-respected, </strong>he gives them orders to look after you when he can’t. he can overlook their more... eccentric sides to them, especially because he doesn’t have the right to judge them. his days are usually spent admiring everything about you and learning everything about you, and he’s undefeatedly the most <strong>well-learned </strong>when it comes to you<br><br></div><div>⇢ you, too, have a role that he expects that you fulfill to your best performance. neglecting him simply won’t do, not when he came down from his position just to spend more time with you. he’s not above nicking a spear to your neck or <strong>manipulating </strong>people to put you in a difficult situation. he’s used to the brighter side of you but... that desperate look in your face brings out a <strong>sadistic </strong>part of him.<br><br></div><div><strong>[</strong> “you’d do well to uphold <em>your </em>end of the contract, dear. one word and i can make those boys turn into bloodshed.” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>― COMPETITIVE TYPE. </strong>tartaglia | 达达利亚<br><br></div><div><strong>[ </strong>“why, if it isn’t my cute lil’ junior! still need me to teach you the basics?” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div><div>⇢ whether it’s with you or the other men in your harem, tartaglia is so damn <strong>competitive </strong>that it makes you want to tear your hair out ever time you have to socialize with this jock. he goes the extra mile to act all innocent while he makes jabs at your suitors right in front of their faces.<br><br></div><div>⇢ he finds you <em>very </em><strong>amusing</strong>. he likes to provoke you to get the teensiest bit of a reaction out of you, whether it’s a cute pout (that’s an overkill for his heart) or a cold glare (<em>even </em>more of an overkill for his boner). although not always, he does tend to cross some lines with you, but rest assured that he’ll <em>always </em>be on your tail pleading and whining for you to forgive him.<br><br></div><div>⇢ despite being so annoying all the damn time, he takes on the role of a senior quite well. he’s very <strong>accomodating </strong>and <strong>helpful</strong>, always offering a word of advice for the younger students. you <em>do </em>get some <strong>special attention</strong>, but you can’t exactly complain.<br><br></div><div>⇢ surely you’re not thinking that his help is without a price, right? tartaglia may have some shady rumors on his back and he tells you that they’re only partly true. his help has incurred you quite the large debt, hasn’t it? and he’s quite the <strong>selfish </strong>man, so perhaps taking you as his cute lil playmate should more than compensate.<br><br></div><div>⇢ when he has you wrapped in his multiple schemes, he’ll laugh and gloat to his competitors, <strong>smug </strong>and <strong>confident </strong>in his abilities to destroy you and make you his. it’s cute, he tells them, how they think of laying their hands on you. the both of you look so good together, even better than any of these undeserving men-- the perfect match!<br><br></div><div>⇢ he likes it when you’re helpess and docile at his feet, on the verge of giving up. no matter how many times he brings you up only to break you down again, he’ll never grow tired of it. as your senior, isn’t it his job to guide you and make you even better? don’t worry, he’ll take <em>goood </em>care of you.<br><br></div><div><strong>[ </strong>“won’t you look at that, still lacking. let me teach you how to do it better.” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>YANDERE! GENSHIN ACADEMY AU.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><br>— SADISTIC TYPE. scaramouche | 散兵<br></strong><br></div><div><strong><br>[</strong> “hmph, lowly little thing. and what do you think you’re staring at?” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div><div><br>⇢ scara (derogatory). no redeeming qualities. pure fucking <strong>evil</strong>. he’s been a constant thorn in your side ever since you entered the academy and has been that way since forever. what sort of prestigious academy allows a no-name rat like <em>you </em>to enter, hm? it takes all of your willpower to not throw a punch at his face.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ he’s not <strong>arrogant </strong>for nothing. although the two of you are in the same year, he’s completely in another level of his own. he can throw down the strongest of people in your school, is the top student in your level, plays multiple traditional instruments, and has abilities super-fucking-incomprehensible that you stop to think if he really is human. if only he’d keep his mouth shut, then his graded behavior wouldn’t drag him down.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ when you’re seatmates… god, it’s just pure <strong>torture</strong>. scaramouche doesn’t need to listen to whatever these plebeian teachers have to offer, but he needs the attendance or else his big sisters ei and makoto will berate him at home and he’s too tired to put up with their shit. he likes poking you with the sharp end of his compass, or if long enough, will tug on your hair to annoy you. actually fuck that, he <em>will </em>pull on your hair no matter what the length.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ if you talk back, archons, you’re in for a time. there is nothing he hates more than being <strong>embarrassed</strong>. he’s already had enough of being compared to with his third-year sisters who are oh so <em>divine</em> and <em>elegant </em>and <em>charming </em>and fucking <em>bullshit</em>. makoto he can slightly put up with, but ei? oh how he’d love to see her destroyed. everything he’s worked so hard for was natural talent for ei, and every time he had caught up to her she ascended levels he thought was unreachable. but destroying her was too big of a plan, so you’re here, under his hands, as his little <strong>stress ball</strong>.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ how delightful :) he just barges into your home unannounced, playing the part of an <strong>agreeable </strong>young man and wearing a <strong>pleasant </strong>smile on his lips for your family. he watches in quiet amusement as you squirm uncomfortably on the sofa while they fawn over your supposed ‘boyfriend’ and how you shouldn’t let such a handsome man go. once the two of you are alone in your bedroom, the smug smirk on his face is hard to miss.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ “you hear that?” he croons, taking your hands in his and pressing a kiss against your knuckles, as if mocking you with his gentlemanly play. “they say i’m your <em>boyfriend</em>.” the way he manhandles you next, how he makes you crawl and tug you by your collar, is so far from the act he was playing, but he still smiled at you innocently as he ground the heel of your shoe into your stomach.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ what a cute little toy you are, really.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[</strong> “now, now, no need to be so frustrated. you should be charmed to be mistaken as my lover.”<strong> ]</strong><br><br></div><div><strong><br>— MALEWIFE TYPE. thoma | 托马<br></strong><br></div><div><br>[ “oh dear, i told you not to stay up too late, but you wouldn’t listen!” ]<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ always <strong>fussing </strong>and <strong>naggy</strong>, but never overbearing. he’s been with you ever since the two of you entered the academy, bonding over your similarity as two no-namers. you’ve both gone on to create a name for yourselves in your different fields, with you as a rising star and thoma creating connections that could envy senior diluc’s. still, you two remained friends these past two years.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢&nbsp; whenever the two of you catch each other in the cafeteria, he’s either offering to share his bento box with you or treating you to today’s special. you don’t turn it down, only because you’re <strong>comfortable </strong>enough with leeching off him. he always manages to make you laugh with his stories, of how his senior ayato got him wrapped up in another of his schemes or how your mutual friend ayaka got flustered to the point of speechlessness. he’s <strong>cozy</strong>, for lack of a better word. like a fireplace you can’t pull yourself away from.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ thoma absolutely <strong>respects </strong>and <strong>adores </strong>you. senior ayato always tells you how much thoma fawns over you whenever you’re not there, and thoma’s bright red blush confirms that he’s telling the truth. you’re… just so perfect in your own little way! sure, you have your flaws, but thoma loves them about you. every time he pats your head, he can’t seem to fight the fond grin off his face.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ so that respect often translates to <strong>protectiveness</strong>, but to the most extremes. he cannot tolerate any sort of disrespect towards you, because who are you to deserve that. there’s absolute <strong>passive-aggressiveness</strong> coming from him whenever you come across one of your harem members who like to tease/insult you wayyy too much (ie childe, SCARA, xiao sometimes). but he can’t actually touch those people, because they’re close to you AND they’re under a contract. but to those who aren’t? hoo boy.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ he cleans them up faster than the kamisato estate. and as a good house helper should, he does it <strong>good</strong>. cleaning <em>is </em>his hobby after all. you could say he enjoyed the experience. while he closes in his victims, there’s his ever polite smile plastered on his face and cleaning supplies in both hands, though they seem to be a bit… bloody. well, no matter! he’s about to take out the trash, and that’s all that should matter.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ he enjoys taking care of you, really, but he can’t actually take care of you when you’re not in need of helping. he’s always, <em>always </em>warning you to look after yourself and not to do this and that. but somehow!! you managed to do just exactly what he’s warned you against. when you come to him crying and in need of help, he likes to put on a mother hen facade, tsking at you for your clumsiness (‘i <em>warned </em>you! you should really learn to listen to others!’) but you think he’s enjoying this a bit too much. the way he wipes down your body is far too intimate, and his lips close into yours sometimes. but you stay still. after all, this is toma we’re talking about! you’re being a bit paranoid, is all.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ it’s a bit <strong>sweet</strong>, toma thinks, how you cling to him and sob in pain. but that’s okay! toma will fix you in no time!<br><br></div><div><br>[ “there, there, you’re all grown up now, aren’t you? you shouldn’t be shedding tears over something like this!” ]<br><br></div><div><strong><br>— HIMBO TYPE. arataki itto | 荒泷一斗<br></strong><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“wahahaha! little one, today’s your lucky day! i’m about to take you out for a ride!”<strong> ]<br></strong><br></div><div><br>⇢ <strong>idiot</strong>. a <em>loud </em>idiot. sometimes you wonder how this manchild is older than you. he has challenged everyone— <em>everyone</em>— at least once. you’re pretty sure that senior tengu from the archery club is about to backhand itto into unconsciousness. he skips classes, causes mayhem, and there’s not a day that goes by when he’s being berated by the student council or being sent to detention. when he catches you in the hallways, it’s only a matter of time before he slings you across his broad shoulder and marches you straight outta school grounds to hang out with him and the gang.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ hopefully the teachers buy your excuse that you were kidnapped.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ he likes how <strong>enormous </strong>he is compared to you. to be honest, almost everyone is— it’s the oni blood. but there’s a special sort of charm when he places his hand on your head and it covers almost everything. you’re so <em>light </em>it’s entertaining. he likes catching you off guard when he sweeps you off your feet and into a bridal carry, watching you blush as everyone in the hall looks and your cute pleas and squeals for him to stop manhandling you. he laughs ever so boisterously. do you really think he’s gonna listen to you?<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ but despite his bullheadedness, itto is still the <strong>loyal </strong>and <strong>upright </strong>young man that you know. he doesn’t stand for <strong>injustice </strong>and his doubts have never faltered him. perhaps that is why, even with the chaos that he brings with him, he still has the admiration of many of his juniors. it’s hard to call him the bad guy, when he’s proven time and time again that he’d stand up for those in need whenever and wherever.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ still. least you need to be reminded again, arataki itto is an oni through and through. he has their temperament and their natural habit to <strong>mark territory.</strong> sometimes you think how <em>tight </em>his hands are around your waist and how you can’t breathe. and even though he has a reputation of a righteous fool around these parts, the way his yellow eyes glower at those who approach you while he’s around. to hybrids with more sensitive senses, it’s clear as day that he’s marked you as his, but to the you who was oblivious to all this scenting business, you only think that he’s being <strong>overbearingly clingy.</strong>&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ sometimes (most of the time, actually), he imagines sitting you on his lap while the rest of your harem watch and stew in their frustration. he daydreams of scenarios where his large and rough tongue traces your nape and his sharp teeth break skin. he imagines you crying and begging him to stop, but still shamelessly pulling him closer to your body’s heat with a wild blush adorning your tear-streaked cheeks. there is an overwhelming need to <strong>dominate</strong>, an unquenchable thirst that he’s afraid will never be satisfied.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ arataki itto is <strong>greedy </strong>and <strong>short-tempered</strong>, as expected of those from the oni bloodline. and yet, he still has his senses. you’re lucky that someone who can easily crush your fragile body is one of the saner people in the group. for now, he’s content to make you laugh and protect you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[</strong> “hmm, you humans really are flimsy and fragile ones, especially you. most of the time i want to protect you, but other times… ah–! forget it!” <strong>]</strong><br><br></div><div><strong><br>— RELIABLE TYPE. gorou | 五郎<br></strong><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“as your friend, you can always rely on me all the time! you’re precious to me and i want to help you…” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div><div><br>⇢ one moment <strong>responsible </strong>and the next an absolute<strong> blushing mess</strong> around you, the sight of gorou never fails to put you to ease. although he likes to look like the cool and collected type, gorou’s tail and ears immediately spring to life whenever he sniffs out your scent. it’s adorable the way he sniffs you out from the crowd and squeezes himself to your side, offering to help with whatever you’re doing. his fluffy tail swishes back and forth happily, sometimes tickling your skin.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ as one of the student leaders in school, gorou tends to be <strong>overworked </strong>as he tries to monitor the student body every day. so he destresses by seeking you out and curling up in your lap, letting you groom his tail and his soft ears. you remember the days when gorou’s pride wouldn’t allow anyone to touch them, stuttering and blushing as he insists that he doesn’t need to be taken care of. but now he’s <strong>obediently </strong>letting your fingers detangle his fur, leaning into your touch as he happily hums.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ he’s more than happy to help you out! anytime and anywhere! although he’s a little bit clueless when it comes to personal things like love (you catch the way he shyly glances at you before looking away), other things he’s confident! he’s a high-ranking student, and he’s happy to help you out in places you’re not familiar with! as the two of you study together, his tail hesitantly nears your thigh, quivering in doubt for a short while before straightening with confidence and bringing you closer to him. you giggle at the rather daring move, but according to the berry-red state his face is in, it’s obvious that it took a lot of willpower just to pull that move.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ his family is one of the many families under the thumb of the sanganomiya clan, a powerful religious family that also is in charge of the military might of their territory. as such, gorou is well-versed in acts of self-defense and… violence. of course, he won’t use this knowledge to his own selfish advantage! but sometimes… he listens to you ramble about your troubles, about the people who’s given you a hard time… it’s <em>hard </em>not to bring up the bow and arrow and shoot it through their head.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ he has a hard time reeling his violent instincts in. it’d be upsetting if you realized that he killed those scummy bastards for you. but he also can’t just stay still and let you suffer under them. he’s a fleet-footed thing, able to dart from space to space and never alerting anyone of his presence. whenever you’re around people he trusts (toma, kazuha, aether, itto??) he lets his guard down, but he can feel his fur stand on edge when someone other than them approaches you. he’s being <strong>paranoid</strong>, he knows. not <em>everyone </em>is out to get you, but he honestly can’t help it.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ when it comes to you, he lets his imagination run wild. two rings in a pawnshop’s window make him blush as he thinks about a full-on marriage ceremony. the slightest hint of your bare skin makes him faint from the nosebleed as images that aren’t quite safe for work invade his mind and leave him sleepless the entire night. the more he spends time with you, the more the littlest of affections feed into his imaginations and make him <strong>delusional</strong>. sometimes he has to stand back and remind himself of reality, but whenever you’re near… well, it’s only animal instinct to lose himself.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“a-ahh! don’t do stuff like that…! i-i might misunderstand you even more…!”<strong> ]</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-15 14:12:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>YANDERE! GENSHIN ACADEMY AU.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><br>― GENIUS TYPE. </strong>albedo |&nbsp; 阿贝多<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“come, the sun is setting and the rays serve as a perfect lighting. surely you won’t mind being my muse for a while?” <strong>]&nbsp;<br></strong><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ amiable </strong>and <strong>polite </strong>at first glance, albedo has garnered himself a rather mellow fanbase of his own. people from all years admire him for his study ethics and his artistic prowess. there’s no shortage of people asking him for advice each day, to which he politely indulges.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ </strong>still… there is a distance between him and everyone else that no one seems to be able to cross. that is, except for you, of course! albedo makes sure to be seen linking hands with you two are together. he’s <strong>touchier </strong>with you and makes sure everyone sees it: flirtatious swipes of the lip and gentle brushes agaisnt your cheek. it’s clear as day who his favorite person is.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ </strong>usually albedo has no qualms showing off his artworks, but something about the sketches he’s made of you makes him <strong>embarrassed</strong>. his own hands have lined every curve and shape of your face and it’s just so… <strong>intimate</strong>. some nights he spends staring at a new sketch of you before blushing and gently putting it away. it just can’t compare to the real thing at all.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ </strong>as with most his fellow harem members, his mind is <strong>filthy. </strong>it’s filled with messy fantasies–&nbsp; ones where he force one of his science experiments down your throat and watch as you tremble and shake at his feet. just imagining your glassy eyes and your desperate pleads… it makes him shiver with delight.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢&nbsp; </strong>despite all his flirtatious touches, albedo doesn’t have the willpower to embrace you like how the others do. but when <em>you </em>initiate, he immediately becomes pliable under your touch. he’s made well-aware of your warmth and the beating of your heart and how <em>hot </em>your breath tickles his ear. … fuck, if you aren’t adorable.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ </strong>albedo doesn’t bother with the rest of the world. as far as he’s concerned, you were made to be <strong>experimented </strong>on, to become putty with his <strong>chemicals </strong>and <strong>touch</strong>. he certainly won’t allow anyone to disrupt your playtime together… not. at. all.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“tsk, tsk, making a mess of the floor again? nevertheless, the expression on your face is worth a sketch or two.” <strong>]</strong><br><br></div><div><strong><br>― SULLEN TYPE. </strong>xiao |&nbsp; 魈<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“don’t come near me. i’m… not worthy enough.” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ </strong>ooh, so mysterious! the bad boy of everyone’s dreams…! or not. that’s what you once thought too, until you finally found out after several run-ins at the local convenience store that he’s just <strong>socially inept.<br></strong><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ </strong>there’s no denying that he does give off this intimidating aura and although he doesn’t actually have any criminal records, everyone makes sure to stay as far away from him as possible. well, that doesn’t really matter. so long as <em>you </em>aren’t the one avoiding him, he can live like this forever.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ </strong>he’s so stupidly <strong>infatuated </strong>with you, blushing and stammering whenever you try to strike conversation with him. he tries to brush you off with harsh remarks and cold responses, but you don’t fall for that shit. soon, the slightest smile comes on his face when you run up to him in school and his hands find themselves brushing back your hair so he can look at your bright eyes.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ </strong>he’s <strong>well aware </strong>of the your harem, all of them lovesick and lustful. it makes him sick and wary, but he doesn’t want to alert you. you look so happy and carefree… it’d be selfish of him to destroy that.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ </strong>he tells himself that he <strong>stalks </strong>you for your own good, that you’re so stupid and trusting that you’re incapable of seeing the world around you as it is– dangerous and murky. but that’s a lie, isn’t it? if it was really for your own good, he wouldn’t lurk outside your window, watching you as you peel off your clothes and get ready for– ah, shit, he’s been found out.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ </strong>he should be guilty. this is indecent, immoral, perverted. what makes him any better than the rest of your suitors. but… but! it’s so <strong>thrilling</strong>, watching your most private moments when you think no one’s looking, seeing expressions that no one except for him will see.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ </strong>what kind of expression will you make when you finally find him out? betrayal? terrified? … or excited? ah, well, he’ll find out anyway.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“haah… this is what you get for being so stu~pid.” <strong>]</strong><br><br></div><div><strong><br>― CAREFREE TYPE. </strong>kaedahara kazuha | 楓原万葉<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[&nbsp; </strong>“why, hello there. care to share this warm rock with me?” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ </strong>although the school has a literature club with members famed for their outstanding achievements, not a lot of people has seen their most famous member. rarely attending classes, hanging out in the school garden then vanishing in the blink of an eye… ah, so why is kaedahara kazuha coming over to you right now?<br><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ </strong>you’re fresh with the scent of nature and kazuha takes advantage of the fact that he’s slightly taller than you as he buries his nose in your hair while he wraps his arms around your shoulders. he’s a <strong>gentleman</strong>, showering you with such poetic praises that somehow aren’t too cheesy. his drooping red eyes crinkle ever so slightly at your slightest blush and he can’t help but warmly laugh when you grumble at him for embarassing you again.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ </strong>sometimes he just shows up out of nowhere, swooping you away to enjoy the pleasantries of nature together. he tells you of the delightful red maple leaves back home, the hints of <strong>loneliness </strong>leaving his eyes before you can see them. he listens to you in return, his <strong>comforting </strong>character making it easy for you to confide in him. you miss the way he leans in and kisses a strand of your hair, mistaking it for a normal hug.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ </strong>… my, if you didn’t resemble him so much. no matter how much you protest, you are the living reincarnate of his sworn brother, someone who had come to ruin years ago along with the rest of his family. you are gentle and warm, whereas kazuha is only reenacting how he used to be before everything was destroyed. he was <strong>hollow</strong>, but now there’s no need to feel that way anymore.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>⇢ </strong>he’s so <strong>well-spoken </strong>and <strong>eloquent</strong> that you completely miss the way he has you roped in his scheme, only realizing it when he finally corners you and has his hand on the small of your back. he still smiles gently… but when were his eyes this <strong>gaunt</strong>?<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“now, now, don’t be so afraid. i don’t resort to violence <em>most </em>of the time.” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>YANDERE! GENSHIN ACADEMY AU.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><br>REFRESHING TYPE. </strong>aether |&nbsp; 空<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“ah, senpai, i didn’t know you were here! hehe, do you want to eat lunch with me? i haven’t been spending time with you a lot.”<strong> ]<br></strong><br></div><div><br>⇢ aether is only one-half of the pair of twins that are famed throughout the school for being almost perfect beings. while the two may share the same blonde hair and amber eyes, the boy is far <strong>gentler </strong>and <strong>sociable </strong>around people than his stoic female counterpart.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ when he catches your eye in the hallway, he immediately brightens up and steadily makes his way towards you, the crowd naturally separating just for him to come through. you laugh nervously as aether makes his daily check-ups on you, asking you about your day and whether or not you have eaten. whatever you lack, he’s got it right there for you! isn’t he so <strong>reliable</strong>?<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ surprisingly, he’s got a little bit of a <strong>teasing </strong>side. he may seem all calm and smiles on the surface, but aether loves to poke fun at you every now and then. the mischievous grin is a sight only accessible to you, but that’s because no one else comes close to the cuteness of your reactions. he especially loves it when you pout!<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ he does love it when you pat his head and smile at him so prettily, but there is a carnal desire hidden beneath that perfect exterior that yearns for the <strong>tight clasp of your hands around his neck</strong>, making him gasp and send tingles to all the right places. he’s memorized the way you glare at that third-year with the dull blue eyes, the way you look at him just how you would a simple roach.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ ah… if only, if only he could get you to kick him in the stomach, even for <em>ju~st </em>a short while, perhaps his depraved thoughts would be remedied.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ he’s no possessive type, but aether does tend to dull whenever he hasn’t had his daily dose of you. but should the time you two get into a fight and you give him the cold shoulder, well, it’s aether’s own business if he can’t stop <strong>drooling</strong> over the way you simply glance at him before ignoring him again.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“hah… please, look at me like that again…! just- just once more!” <strong>]</strong><br><br></div><div><strong><br>― NERVOUS TYPE. </strong>chongyun |&nbsp; 重云<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“it’s a bit too warm whenever i’m around you… i’m afraid i might black out like last time…”<strong> ]<br></strong><br></div><div><br>⇢ chongyun isn’t <em>always </em>nervous. in fact, most people would actually find him <strong>amiable</strong> and <strong>cool</strong>. it’s just… you make him feel so, <em>so </em>hot whenever you’re around! xingqiu never fails to snicker behind his back and knowingly nudge him, and chongyun is beyond embarrassed.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ he spends the first couple weeks <strong>blushing </strong>and <strong>stuttering </strong>around you, biting his tongue at the simplest of sentences and flinching whenever you lean a bit closer. nowadays, he’s more composed, but that doesn’t mean he still gets blushy and tongue-tied whenever you the two of you are too close.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ the boy may wear a rather stoic face, but his face is the brightest whenever you buy him his popsicles and sweets. in fact, it’ll probably turn even brighter if you made him some homemade sweets! secretly, he likes being <strong>pampered</strong>, so be sure to bake him lots and even spoon-feed him your desserts too!<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ he’s always been <strong>weak to the heat</strong>, but he’s even <strong>weaker around you</strong>. this feeling… this unexplainable source of warmth… it’s really too much! but he can’t dislike it, not when he continues to fuel this heat by clinging onto you and making sure your skin touches his at least once. the heat makes him shudder, but… but… it’s too addicting!<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ now, you may also have a presence at school, whether for better or worse, but chongyun just can’t have evil spirits loitering near you! whenever you remark at how light you feel compared to the week before, chongyun revels in the secret praise. the warmth of their blood didn’t feel too good on his skin, but at least he gets to feel this dizzy fuzziness around you!<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ ah! but keep an eye out, though! too much warmth <em>will </em>send our boy into a <strong>heated frenzy</strong> and in this case, it might be permanent now! so when you find him grasping all over you just to get a feel of that intoxicating heat again, please indulge him. after all, it <em>is </em>your fault for getting him this drunk on you.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“too– too hot! s-senpai… p-please touch me more!” <strong>]</strong><br><br></div><div><strong><br>― CHEEKY TYPE. </strong>xingqiu |&nbsp; 行秋<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“you know all my secrets, so it won’t hurt to tell you one more: i like you!” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div><div><br>⇢ <strong>well-mannered</strong> and<strong> polite </strong>at first, xingqiu immediately becomes a minor headache whenever he comes around with that <strong>cheekiness</strong> and <strong>knowing smile</strong> of his. you and chongyun sadly make up the ‘xingqiu victims’ group, but that’s only because he likes the both of you wa~ay too much!<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ he’s spent years cultivating this pleasant facade of his, but something about you makes it immediately crumble around you, he spends most of his time rambling excitedly about the newest book he bought or sharing with you secrets that make you giggle with him. the people at his home always sighed at his eccentricities, but the way you willingly lend an ear and even add to his thoughts just make him so <strong>happy</strong>!<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ patting and giving physical affection to your beloved juniors isn’t anything new to you, but you swear that no one likes it better than xingqiu. the cheeky brat turns less witty and more <strong>pliable </strong>when you run your fingers through his hair. he especially likes it when he rests his cheek on your plush lap while you read out loud one of his books. why, he could just stay like that forever!<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ <strong>writing </strong>is one of xingqiu’s many passions, but if he loves it that much, why does he never show you the inside of his notebook? you try to steal a peek from the pages, but he quickly shuts it and pouts at you. it’s embarrassing to show you stories where you are the protagonist and he, your lover. from romance to the <em>sliiightest </em>bit of erotica, that notebook holds all his fantasies and dreams regarding you.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ still, xingqiu may look like he’s all money and no bones, but he knows exactly how to kick things up a notch. he believes that he’s well-acquainted with justice and who else is fit for punishing those criminals who dare sully <em>your </em>honor with their lustful desires? xingqiu makes no waste in disposing these foul, foul criminals.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ and if you were ever to find out, well, that’s on you! xingqiu still continues to smile at you, but there’s a <strong>sick pleasure</strong> beneath those eyes at watching you squirm underneath him as he thumbs your cheek and paints it red. you are, after all, cutest when you’re scared.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“hehe, and where do you think you’re going, se~npai? if i didn’t know better i’d say you were avoiding me!” <strong>]</strong><br><br></div><div><strong><br>― HAPPY-GO-LUCKY TYPE. </strong>bennett | 班尼特<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“here, a gift to you! thank you for putting up with me!” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div><div><br>⇢ bennett’s life isn’t easy, especially when he’s had to deal with the lingering misfortune that follows him everywhere he goes. people leave him, he gets shunned by his classmates, and most people don’t ever waste their time even looking at him.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ so bennett’s <strong>ecstatic </strong>when you decide to offer him some time of your day. he’s aware that you’re famous around school, with a harem of men and women stalking your back like a pack of wolves. you’re definitely spoiled for choice, and that makes bennet all the more happier. you found some worth in him that no one else saw!<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ he’s a little bit <strong>needy </strong>for your touch and validation, but he never outright asks for them. instead, he asks in such a roundabout way that it’s so<strong> blatantly obvious</strong> what he’s after. you sigh in exaggerated exasperation and pet his hair, telling him that he did a great job. a happy blush fills in his cheeks and his eyes seem to water, and soon enough he’s wailing into your chest while murmuring his thank you’s.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ his <strong>insecurities </strong>and <strong>pessimism </strong>seem to overtake very easily, especially when you spend less time around him. he <em>would </em>be possessive if it weren’t for him feeling like he wasn’t deserving of you. after all, you’re way too out of his league. or maybe you were tired of him already? his thoughts send his mind into a frenzy and he spends most of his time alone anxiously thinking why you would leave him.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ after a prolonged period of time, you come back to him, but now he’s <strong>clingier </strong>and <strong>needier</strong>. he’s <strong>eager to please</strong>, willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you’re happy with him. it comes off as forced, especially when there is a shaking desperation behind his words and his green eyes turn dull whenever you mention the others.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ he doesn’t know what to do! he wants your eyes on him all the time! what would become of him if you weren’t there to ground him with your hold or to lift his moods with your praise? he’d rather die than spend life without you!<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“is it me? is that it? tell me what i have to do to make you stay!” <strong>]</strong><br><br></div><div><strong><br>― PUPPY TYPE. </strong>razor |&nbsp; 雷泽<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“a… flower… looks pretty on you…” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div><div><br>⇢ razor isn’t the brightest boy out there, but he definitely is one of the most <strong>loyal</strong>. the moment you showed kindness to him he immediately <strong>imprints</strong> on you and eventually ends up following you around like a lost puppy.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ it’s hard for razor to read the room. he’s just so <strong>clueless </strong>with complex emotions and even more so with the fast beating of his heart! he sort of panics and comes running to you, whining and pointing at his chest helplessly. he wants to tell you, but something about it hurts his chest so much that he’s at a loss for words. he eventually calms down when you stroke his hair and rest his head on his lap, the pace of his heart eventually settling down.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ he doesn’t quite understand the meaning of correct timing, snuggling up to you when lots of your other… suitors are around. most human practices are a bit foreign to him, so he comes off as <strong>eccentric </strong>to the others. however, he does listen to you whenever you correct him! he’s eager to follow your lead wherever and whenever!<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ ah… but he’s also <em>too </em><strong>dependent </strong>on you. whatever you like he likes best, eating what you like, wearing clothes you think suit him and more. he’s basically modelled most of his preferences after you. so he’s at a loss when you’re not there to make the decisions for him and more often than not he doesn’t make the decision for himself.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ he can’t handle your disappointment in him. he’s so used to you calling him a <strong>good boy</strong>! he’s meant to be your most loyal pet and you his perfect master. he wants to be the only one to stay by your side and he wants to make sure that you’re at his happiest, but he also can barely function without your specific instructions.<br><br></div><div><br>⇢ but even with instructions, razor can <strong>barely contain himself</strong>. a simple ‘please keep me safe’ ends up in a bloodbath and ‘be good’ turns into <em>his </em>definition of good, which is… well, not very morally right. but he’s so eager for your praise and you find it so hard to get mad at him when he’s looking at you expectantly.<br><br></div><div><strong><br>[ </strong>“did i… do good? i did everything that you asked…” <strong>]<br></strong><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>#commissions, commissions, commissions</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ul><li>it'd be a miracle that you were able to slip away so easily without zhongli or anyone else noticing, and perhaps that they do know of and acknowledge your little hobby as an adventure— their way of letting you indulge since the know just how you hate staying cooped up.</li><li><strong>venti </strong>knows where you are at all times through the gentle whispers of the wind, but he lets you do as you wish. depending on what commission you take, he’ll either just watch over you or join you. he doesn’t dare try to expose your identity sine he sees it as alone time with you.</li><li>if anyone disrespected you during one of your tasks, he so badly wants to tell off the person for, quite frankly, insulting their god— but he doesn’t. in lieu of this, he just makes some passive aggressive comment and/or kills them off later.</li><li>the breaks in between doing your commissions are filled with the gentle strum of his lyre. venti helps you calm down and catch your breathe while he makes sure you’re thoroughly entertained with songs that he comes up on the spot with. you’ll find him poking fun at some of the other archons or dropping shade on some characters.</li><li>overall, he just does commissions with you. his favorite one to do is where you have to sweep up all the leaves because he just does the work for you while making it a fun experience by floating up with you.</li><li><strong>scaramouche</strong>, on the other hand, detests having you lift a single finger, but he just wallows in silence since it makes you happy. while he may not approve of you doing such things, it doesn't mean he'll just leave you alone to do as you please. he always tries to persuade you into "taking a break" for that day or going with you if you refuse to budge.</li><li>our harbinger is surprised that no one has realized that it's their god that's been heeding their requests, given how you just put on a mask and called it a day. no one dares to mess with you with the fatui harbinger trailing beside you, and even if someone tried, they won’t miss the way the tension rises from scaramouche’s glare alone.</li><li>if any of your commissions include any fatui personnel, he’ll take care of it. while he may not care if the said fatui dies, he does care of the long-lasting effects it will have on you if they die. in lieu of this, he results to just ordering them to do something else to help you complete the task. scaramouche would have to feign friendly relations, even if all he wants to do is bash their skull into the ground.</li><li>these two think it’s incredibly adorable of you to try and keep your presence a secret when it might as well be a given when they’re right next to you, overprotective in every sense of the word. if you leave your mask lying around them, you might find it decorated with a cecilia or sakura petals.</li><li>overall, the two wouldn’t interfere with your plans. in the case that zhongli finds out, they’ll be happy to keep you company as you’re effectively put under house arrest for the time-being.</li></ul><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>YANDERE KAEYA AND VENTI FINDING GOD!DARLING FIRST // PART 2</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>VENTI<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Venti didn't outright lock you up somewhere. At the end of the day he was the God of Freedom and keeping you chained to one place just wouldn't do. And he'd built Mondstadt just for you, so it would be such a shame if you weren't able to see it!</li><li>However that didn't mean he wouldn't keep you close in other ways.</li><li>He'd always be with you, either holding your hand or having his arm wrapped around you. Were you to look off into the distance, to the faraway islands of Inazuma or the mountain peaks of Liyue, he'd go all up in your face and ensure your focus came back to him.</li><li>The only places he never dared to show you at day were the main city and the village closeby. Only at night, when there were less people around to recognize you. Even then his hold on you would be unbearably tight, to the point you had to beg him to relax.</li><li>If you got tired, he'd bring you to a little safe haven he'd created near the old city of Mond, hidden away in the cliffs so that noone else would ever stumble upon it by accident. You often tried to stay awake as long as possible because the safe haven felt more like a prison, but Venti knew just how to get you to succumb to sleep.</li><li>He'd hum and sing lullabies to you, his arms tight around your body. He'd let his hands wander, exploring and admiring your curves and hair and every piece of soft skin he was able to touch. He made sure not to be too indecent, knowing that doing so would just cause you to push him away more.</li><li>Even though you felt suffocated at first, Venti's overbearing need to stay close at all times and having at least one finger touching you bothered you a lot, you felt yourself falling for his charms.</li><li>He took you out into the middle of a field to dance under the moonlight, he sung ballads composed just for you, he always did his best to make you comfortable. His body was warm and he smelt of mint and nature.</li><li>You smiled at him more, you returned his actions and would give him hugs and the occasional cheek kisses, that made him blush and grin oh so bright. His laughter and happiness were contagious.</li><li>You decorated your shared home, each time bringing back new flowers for the lone vase. They didn't live long, but they were just enough to give the place a homey feeling.</li><li>Why had you wanted to leave in the first place?</li><li>Weren't you happy?</li><li>Have you ever been as free as you were now?</li><li>That's right, there was no reason to leave.</li><li>With Venti by your side, you could do whatever you wanted.</li><li>You were free.</li><li>Right?</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>KAEYA<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>The days blurred together as you laid there, you don't know how long it's been. Days? Weeks? Months? You lost count when he tied the curtain shut. Claiming you didn't need to know, as long as you were with him. The rest of the world didn't matter.</li><li>You could only lay there in silence, loosing your will to fight a long time ago. No matter what you did, nothing would change his mind. You tried talking him out of it, you tried escaping, you tried everything. But every time, you would end up back here. Bound and tied to 'your' bed.</li><li>The worst part is that you were alone. Kaeya would often go about his normal business, serving Mondstat as the Calvary Captain. For most of the day you were completely isolated, some nights he wouldn't even come home, the knights keeping him overnight for a mission.</li><li>Those nights were the worst. You were left alone with only your thoughts to accompany you. Complete silence only filled the room, the window tightly sealed that you couldn't even hear any crickets. Not even the wind made it's way to your room.</li><li>What if something happened to him and you were stuck tied up here? Nobody would find you, he made sure of that. You would die here if he never came back.</li><li><em>That thought scared you the most.</em></li><li>Slowly you began relying on Kaeya to always come back, to take care of you. Because without him you will surely die.</li><li>Though you had no idea what time it was, no clocks being in the room. He usually came back to you when the candle that he lights up every time he brings you your first meal, begins to slowly dim. Being with no light in already such a dark room scared you, your eyes making shapes in the shadows causing you to panic.</li><li>Tonight you watched as the candle slowly died, barely an inch of wax left to burn. Kaeya was still not home. Your breath started to pick up as the room got darker and darker, your eyes staying glued to your only source of light.</li><li>But quickly there was no light left, the candle dying out with a last flicker. Your squeezed your eyes shut in order to avoid looking at the monsters in the shadows, knowing they're staring at you.</li><li>You tried to think of Kaeya, he'll come back soon. He always does, he even said it himself that he can't leave you. His reassurance of needing your presence calmed you a bit, of course he needed you. That's why he did all of this, to keep you safe, to take care of you...for his own sanity.</li><li>Your hands gripped the pillow you laid on, shoving your face into the soft fabric, trying to ignore the taunting call right across the room. They weren't real, those eyes that stared at you if you dared to open yours. They weren't real, <em>they weren't real.</em></li><li>You repeated these words to yourself all night, not allowing yourself to sleep until Kaeya had come back.</li><li>The door creaked making you flinch, thinking it was the shadows trying to trick you again. It was only when you felt the bed creak and a soft hand stroking your cheek that your eyes snapped open, seeing his face looking down at you.</li><li>You sprung up wrapping your arms around his torso, your breath shaky as you nuzzled into his hold.</li><li>"I'll get you some water." His voice was monotone as he tried getting up, your grip grew tighter around him not allowing him to.</li><li>"<em>No...don't leave me..</em>" you mumbled into his skin.</li><li>As long as he was here, you were safe. The monsters hiding in the darkness couldn't get you.</li><li><em>Now you need him just as much as he needs you.</em></li></ul><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>—𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚 𝐛𝐣</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 always bite his lips hard, lavender eyes gazing down at your mouth connected with his length. He hates the way you make him feel so vulnerable and loved—you’re his one weakness. His frustration of properly expressing his feelings towards you usually leads him to be rough. He grabbed onto your hair, enjoying the soft texture of your hair—pulling you away and towards his throbbing cock. He’ll call you lewd, and disgusting even though he enjoys the translucent lines of saliva coating his cock and your lips.<br><br></div><div><em>“Archons, your so fucking filthy, whore. It’s a good thing you’re mine huh—ah, shit!”<br></em><br></div><div><br></div><div>𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨 is actively trying to test your limits. When you offered to give him a blowjob, he was very content. As his back leans against the wall of his cabin, your mouth trying to milk his cock dry—he wonders how far you can take him. Will he be able to feel the back of your throat? As questions flood him, his hand brushes against your hair pushing you down to take him further. Breathy moans escape his lips feeling the vibrations of your gagging.<br><br></div><div><em>“J-Just a little more. I want to see how far I can go…ah!”<br></em><br></div><div><br></div><div>𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢 has absolutely no self-control. If you’re going down on him, prepare to deal with him rutting into your mouth desperate to give you a taste of him. He’s so loud too with his soft hands on your cheeks stuttering apologizes and how you look so pretty for him. The way your nails dig into the flesh of his thighs to try to keep up with him is just so adorable to Venti.<br><br></div><div><em>“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m sorry you feel too good. Ah! Yes, you’re so good for me!”<br></em><br></div><div><br></div><div>𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 is always so sweet and gentle with you. He normally prefers pleasuring you and can get a bit clamming when you want to go down on him. Beautiful praises and moans would fall from his lips, as your tongue plays with the tip. He can’t help but snake his hand down to begin pleasuring you. When he climaxes though, he’ll surprise you by bucking his hips up reaching as furthest he can go in your mouth.<br><br></div><div>“Ah, but like that, just like that dove! You spoil me too much…”<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚 will force you to look up at him whenever you’re giving him head. He loves to see your wide-eye flustered expression with his intense peridot eyes gazing down at you. Whenever you try to close them or look away, a sharp smack on your ass or thigh will remind you to look up. Thoma just can’t it, you’re so pretty to him!<br><br></div><div><em>“Ah, ah, ah!~ Remember the rules darling. I gotta catch a glimpse of your pretty little face before I can cum.”<br></em><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>unspecified genitalia, gn reader </title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><strong>CHILDE.</strong></blockquote><div>he will make you <em>fat </em>with his children, biting at your earlobe and grunting, <strong><em>“i will fuck another one into you.”<br></em></strong><br></div><div>he holds you down and keeps you submissive by clenching his teeth around your mating gland. you belong to <em>him, </em>forced to greedily take every ounce of his cum as he breeds you, over and over.<br><br></div><div>it doesn’t even matter if you have the anatomy for it. it doesn’t even matter what you identify as or look like. you’re childe’s little <em>omega, </em>his perfect <em>housewife. </em>he <em>owns </em>you.<br><br></div><div>you’re his perfect little mate, gasping and whining and begging for more as his cock ruts into you, fucking you open and stretching you wide. he spills out into your gaping hole over and over, until your legs shake and all you can say is his name. but good little omegas keep their ass in their air for their master to <em>breed, </em>accepting it all like they are supposed to<em>.<br></em><br></div><div>you were made for bearing his children, for cooking childe his meals, for cleaning your shared house. and in return he takes such good care of you, like making you his satisfied little whore, or dressing you in luxurious clothes and giving you the finest home and the finest <em>nest.<br></em><br></div><div><strong>“come on, baby.” </strong>childe huffs, squishing your thighs tight between his palms as he pulls you back until your hips are flush against his pelvic bone, his cock bottomed out all the way inside of you. <strong>“you can take one more, </strong><strong><em>can’t you?”<br></em></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong>DILUC.</strong></blockquote><div>the truth is, diluc is perhaps the perfect mate.<br><br></div><div>he’s just so gentle and sweet, doting on you, treating you like a god tucked between his mortal hands.<br><br></div><div>but then when he <em>fucks </em>you, he’s almost <strong>animalistic,</strong> grunting and groaning and nearly <em>growling </em>with the way he feels. and he can’t help it—his little omega always smells so <em>good, </em>especially when you’re in <em>heat. </em>gods, you <em>smell so fucking good.<br></em><br></div><div>he bites you. not just your mating gland, not just your pretty, scent-thick throat, but <em>everywhere. </em>he owns you. you’re <em>his. </em>this is <em>his </em>mate, <em>his </em>perfect little omega. <strong>and he wants to give you his pups.<br></strong><br></div><div>he fucks you <em>hard. </em>he’s desperate, needy—doing anything for the stretch of you. and yet there’s just such a sweetness to it.<br><br></div><div>he tugs you towards him, taking your sex into his mouth while he holds you by your thighs. he’ll eat you out, taste your slick and his cum down his throat while he <em>feasts </em>upon you. within moments, he could decide to have you—fucking you against his wall, across his desk, or thrusting into your tight hole while outstretched on his bed.<br><br></div><div><strong><em>“mine.”</em></strong><em> </em>he says, with the same desire and tenderness as when he calls you <em>my love. </em>but he will not stop until you’re swollen with his children, whether you are capable of it or not.<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>VENTI.</strong></blockquote><div>in his hands, you become such a <em>whiny, </em>begging little omega. venti can’t help it—he <em>laughs </em>at you. you’re just so cute, leaking out and drooling for him, shivering and shaking with your heat. he knows what you want. he knows you need to be <em>filled. </em>even if <em>you</em> don’t.<br><br></div><div><strong>“don’t you want to have a god’s pups?”</strong> he purrs, humping himself into your little hole, thrusting right up against your sweet spot. he <em>loves </em>the way you gasp and arch your back, helpless. you’re just his little <em>plaything.<br></em><br></div><div>one round is never going to be enough for him. how could it be? he grasps you by the neck and holds you back against him, purring into your throat as he sucks and bites around your mating gland. he cums into you, again and again, and he gasps and groans so <em>deep each time. </em>it spills out of you, coats your thighs and drips between your legs.<br><br></div><div><strong>“you’re so </strong><strong><em>messy,</em></strong><strong> my little windblume.” </strong>he giggles, swiping some of it from between your legs, and then puts his fingers right by your mouth. <strong>“you better clean it up.”<br></strong><br></div><div>he breaks you in over and over, fucking you until all you can do is meekly whine and collapse into his nest. even still, he will finger you open, eat you out, fuck more of his pups into you—all with a dusky flutter of his lashes and a sly smile.<br><br></div><div><strong>“you’re so needy.” </strong>venti nearly sing-songs, grasping his pretty fingers around the back of your neck to hold you still. <strong>“you’re just begging for it, aren’t you?”<br></strong><br></div><div><br></div><div><br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Genshin boys reacting to you wearing thigh highs&lt;3</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em>Diluc<br></em></strong><br></div><div>Diluc is in love with your thighs, the fat of them. He craves nothing more than to have his face buried between those thighs of yours while he eats you out, hearing you moan out his name and shake with his every touch.<br><br></div><div>Thigh high socks are definitely something he looks forward to seeing you wear. though he gets a bit jealous as you walk through mondstatd, men’s eyes hungerliy staring at your legs.<br><br></div><div>He makes sure to protectively wrap a arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side as he flashes a menacing stare at the perverted men gawking at you.<br><br></div><div>He loves when you sit on his lap, feeling your weight on top of him, and though he isn’t the perverted type he can’t help get hard at the dirty thoughts that cloud his mind.. .His strong gloved hands caress the bare meat of your thigh as you lean your head against his collarbone.<br><br></div><div><strong><em>Venti<br></em></strong><br></div><div>Venti, the little perv he is, loves every bit of skin you show. It’s not a surprise he’s laying his head in your lap, rubbing his face into your thighs as your cheeks burns red at the looks of the other citizens passing by.<br><br></div><div>If your wearing a skirt with your thigh highs, he won’t hesitate to blow the wind up your skirt, revealing your panties. Of course he would only do this when you were alone, he doesn’t want anyone else catching a peek.<br><br></div><div>Venti, being feminine, might even steal a pair of your thigh highs, wearing them out just to fluster you. Any reaction out of you brings a mischievous smile to his face.<br><br></div><div>When your home alone with him, the archon won’t histate to leave love bites all over your inner thighs. His tongue sucks on your soft, sensitive skin as you feel your panties becoming wet. Pressing your thighs together, Venti continues up to your core, leaving blotches of red and purple all over your skin.<br><br></div><div><strong><em>Kaeya<br></em></strong><br></div><div>This man will not hesitate to slap your ass out in public or grab your thighs while your just minding your business. He loves the little squeals of surprise you make and how your cheeks burn red after. How you gently hit his head after, scolding him.<br><br></div><div>Offering to carry you on his shoulders just to have your thighs squishing him. You ride on his shoulders as he carries you around the city of freedom, if any man glances your way Kaeya being himself will press a kiss to your thighs asserting his dominance.<br><br></div><div>Don’t tease him, if you show up on his office with a short skirt and thigh high socks you better be ready to be punished. Sliding the papers off his desk he grabs your hips, roughly bending you over his desk. Spanking your ass he pulls down your panties as he whispers how much of a slut you are into your ear.<br><br></div><div>Just saying, you’re gonna be wobbling out of his office afterwards. Hair a wreck, lips swollen, and face flushed. He will fuck the life out of you.<br><br></div><div><strong><em>Albedo<br></em></strong><br></div><div>Sometimes you’ll sit in his lap, your legs hoisted over the leg of the chair he sat in while he scribbles down some numbers from a experiment. You bury your face in his hair, kissing his neck to try and get a reaction out of the blonde.<br><br></div><div>Sitting on his table, you swing your legs back and forth trying to earn his attention. Finally winning him over he hums lowly, “you know what you’re doing to me.” You smirk as you wrap your legs around his waist.<br><br></div><div>Next thing you know he’s fucking into you, your body now hot despite the snow right outside, and the chilly breeze that brushes through your hair. He grunts, your thighs hoisted over his shoulders as his hands grip your waist. His thick cock abusing your pussy as he praises you about how well you take him.<br><br></div><div>When he’s tired, though his face burns pink at doing so, he sheepishly rests his face on your thighs while you pet his hair. Soothing him to sleep.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>HOW THEY SUCK YOU OFF.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>eager to please, they sit perched between your thighs with wide eyes as they play with your strap/cock. they're messy and slobbering, a cute blush on their face as they try so hard to get their whole mouth on it - the effort is cute, though it's too big for their mouths. they whine and buck their hips against your shoe as they spit and drool all over you, their own pleasure bubbling in their chest as they play with you.<br><br></div><blockquote>venti, razor, gorou</blockquote><div>they hate to admit how much they love it, an embarrassed look on their face as they give kitten licks to the tip of your strap/cock. but they love your hands grappling with their hair, rutting your hips into their sloppy mouth and their eyes roll back into their skull. they like when you get rough, sometimes acting brattish on purpose just for you to take it out on their mouths - <em>but they won't ever admit that.<br></em><br></div><blockquote>childe, itto, kaeya, diluc, xiao</blockquote><div>they're amazing learners, living to please you and make sure you get off nice and hard for them. they learn all your spots, and exactly where to suck or touch you to make you feel good. they've got it down to a science, their eyes looking up at you with glimmers of lust as they take it all down their throat. they'll take care of you after a long day, pushing you back onto the bed and slip out your strap/cock and kiss it messily.<br><br></div><blockquote>zhongli, thoma, albedo, kazuha</blockquote>]]></description>
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         <title>Curriculum Vitae : Xiao, Venti, Albedo.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ul><li><strong>In the beginning:</strong></li></ul><div>Similar to Zhongli, he would not understand right away that he is in love with you. He has never loved after all.<br><br></div><div>The only difference he would have with the old Geo Archon: he would run away from you like the plague. He doesn't want to be near you, what he feels scares him. He wants to be near you, he wants to see you, to touch you. But he is afraid. Afraid of himself, afraid of hurting you. His karmic debt could affect you too. He doesn't want to lose you. Why doesn't he want to lose you? He doesn't understand. He's always been alone, and that's the way it should stay.<br><br></div><div>Talk to him, be honest with your feelings, insist if you have to. The Yaksha will eventually open up to you and not run away from you anymore.<br><br></div><div>The beginning of your relationship would be platonic. He will not touch you, he will not talk much and will tend to be cold and distant. It makes you wonder if you are really in a relationship. Reassure him, be patient with him. He'll let you discover that sweet, gentle part of him that's hidden deep in his heart. The love he feels for you shines brightly in his amber eyes.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>What he loves about you:</strong></li></ul><div>Your patience, love and kindness. Xiao knows that he is not easy to live with, he sometimes wonders why you chose him... Play an instrument or sing, and he will immediately be at your side to listen to you.<br><br></div><div>Your confidence in him destabilizes him. When you sit next to him to look at the sky, your head slowly leans on his shoulder to lean on it. Xiao finds his moments so moving, you seem so relaxed and calm when you are near him, his cheeks can't help but blush with happiness.<br><br></div><div>He loves your lips, every time you kiss him, he has this feeling that a weight is taken off his shoulders.<br><br></div><div>His hands are often on your waist or wrapped around it, his thumb will distractedly caress your clothed skin, he does this unconsciously so don't tease him with it, you might scare him away.<br><br></div><div>When you are asleep, Xiao keeps you in his arms. Your warmth is so comforting to him.<br><br></div><div>Smile at him, no matter what, and his heart will start beating wildly in his chest.<br><br></div><div>As for your looks, Xiao doesn't pay much attention to them. He'll probably have a slight preference for someone his own size or smaller, it's more a matter of equals. But he wouldn't mind if his partner was taller, he'd protect her with equal fervor.<br><br></div><div>He loves your hair, it doesn't matter if it's short, long, straight or curly, having his fingers in it makes him feel amazing.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>What leads to arguments:</strong></li></ul><div>It's not complicated to argue with Xiao. He tends to get carried away quickly. He sometimes has harsh words with you, he realizes it only after seeing your hurt expression. You usually avoid yelling at him, after all, Xiao is a follower who has long lived with the idea that mortals are insignificant and ephemeral beings. Instead, you prefer to leave him alone with his thoughts to take refuge in solitude.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His faults:</strong></li></ul><div>Often hurtful with his words. Excessively jealous and possessive. He can sometimes seem cold and distant. Beware, he is an extremely stubborn boy.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His intimacy with you:</strong></li></ul><div>Once Xiao is used to your relationship, it will be easier for him to approach you. You may even be surprised at how much he craves your attention and tenderness.<br><br></div><div>Outside, Xiao will touch your hand with his fingertips to let you know he'd like to hold it. He has developed the habit of intertwining his fingers with yours, which gives him a sense of intimacy that he doesn't understand.<br><br></div><div>He often rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes to simply savor the moment.<br><br></div><div>Xiao prefers actions to words, so to show his love for you, he will gently hold you. He treats you like the most precious and dearest person in the world. His arms will be around your waist, forcing you to hold on to him. His face will be buried in your neck, letting his lips worship your skin.<br><br></div><div>He sometimes takes you for a ride, lifting your body in his arms. He wants to show you all the wonders of the world.<br><br></div><div>When you lie down in bed, Xiao will lie beside you. Even though he doesn't sleep or sleeps very little, he likes to watch your sleeping face, you look so peaceful in your sleep, it fascinates him. He caresses your hair and follows the lines of your face with his index finger. He will make sure that no nightmare disturbs you.<br><br></div><div>Rarely will he start humming when you rest your head on his shoulder. His voice is soft and pleasant, your eyes will close peacefully to the echo of his song.<br><br></div><div>The beating of your heart against his ear is one of the few sounds in Teyvat that makes him sleep a nightmare-free sleep.<br><br></div><div>Those who can hope to see Xiao appear after calling him can be counted on the fingers of one hand. Whether you're in danger or not, call out his name and Xiao will be at your side.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Physical contact:</strong></li></ul><div>Xiao isn't averse to physical contact in public, he just has trouble getting started. Contrary to what he would have you believe, he is extremely shy! He is so gentle and affectionate, this fear of hurting you every time he touches you makes him pay attention to his every move. He can't help but silently take your hand in his as soon as you're outside, his fingers delicately entwining around yours.<br><br></div><div>Although hesitant, once you're home, he'll continue to seek out your touch, either by making you sit between his legs or by kissing the top of your head in a casual way.<br><br></div><div>By the time Xiao gets home, he is usually exhausted from the long night of fighting demons. The first thing he'll do when you enter his field of vision is to hug you before lazily resting his head against your shoulder. Feeling you against him soothes the pain in his body and heals his battered soul.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His favorite part of your body</strong>:</li></ul><div>Your hands. He can't help but take them in his whenever he gets the chance. No matter what you do, his fingers will seek out yours to get tangled in them.<br><br></div><div>Your lips... They taste like a sweet dream.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Hot/cold:</strong></li></ul><div>It may seem extremely cold from the outside, some would even say that you don't get along at all. But you know better than anyone that Xiao is the most gentle and loving person on Teyvat.<br><br></div><div>He is more sensitive than he lets on...<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His degree of love:</strong></li></ul><div>To him, you are the equivalent of a deity, though he never forgets your mortality. Having you by his side makes him strong, he forgets his sorrows and pains. He no longer hears the voices that plague him at every moment of his existence.<br><br></div><div>You are the light that guides him out of the darkness.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Date:</strong></li></ul><div>Xiao prefers quiet, uncivilized places. Appointments are usually impromptu. Xiao will lift you up in his arms and take you to a river for a walk or to a cliff top for lunch.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Husband:</strong></li></ul><div>A faithful and loving husband. He will be very protective of you, but in a gentler way than before. He knows his time with you is limited, so he will enjoy every moment with you. His passion for you won't fade, and as soon as you're both in the same room, his arms will wrap around you in a romantic embrace while his lips shower you with kisses. He'll make much more of an effort to go out on dates with you in the city, even though mortals still annoy him so much, with you around, everything is more bearable. But don't dream, marriage will not socialize him.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Dad:</strong></li></ul><div>Xiao does not know how to behave like a good father. In the eyes of others, he could even pass as cold towards his child. But his child loves him. As soon as his father comes home, he asks for him and Xiao willingly lets him cuddle him. Every gesture, every caress is a tender act that paints the sweetest smile on his face.<br><br></div><div>The first time he held his baby in his arms, silence filled the room. Only his eyes spoke volumes about his feelings. He felt an unconditional love for this little being.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Nickname:</strong></li></ul><div>Rarely gives nicknames, preferring to call you by your first name.<br><br></div><div>Rarely: My goddess, my love, my firefly.<br><br></div><div><strong>NSFW:</strong></div><ul><li><strong>How is he in bed? Preliminary:</strong></li></ul><div>Xiao's only goal is to give you pleasure. He has never known anyone before you, so he will be in quite awkward.<br><br></div><div>It is easy to excite him, a caress, a sensual look or a simple kiss can make him fall into a world of lust.<br><br></div><div>Xiao refuses to hurt you. He will treat you with the utmost respect and devotion. Most of the time, he will be very gentle in bed. Of course, he may lose himself in the pleasures of the flesh and become a little more rough.<br><br></div><div>Moreover, if you encourage him to go faster and harder, all his barriers will fall to be consumed by his desires.<br><br></div><div>Foreplay lasts a long time with Xiao. He doesn't do it on purpose, he loves to see you writhing in pleasure with the simple touch of his mouth on your breasts and his fingers teasing your G-spot, he doesn't see the time passing by.<br><br></div><div>Usually reserved, Xiao becomes extremely talkative when he makes you his. He can't stop talking about how he feels about you. He loves you, he finds you beautiful, he doesn't want to lose you, you are his most precious treasure... He will give himself to you with a devouring passion, kissing your lips whenever he can and worshipping your body like a goddess.<br><br></div><div>Xiao loves to take care of you with his mouth, but the first time he experienced your lips wrapped around his member was a real struggle for him against the raw pleasure that washed over him. He becomes very vocal, moaning loudly every time he feels you move up and down his member, wrapping your tongue around his tip. It takes a lot of willpower to keep him from getting too rough with you.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His favorite places:</strong></li></ul><div>Your bedroom or his. He obviously prefers closed and secure places, although he has already made you his once or twice in the Liyue plains. Don't remind him, he's ashamed enough as it is.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His favorite positions:</strong></li></ul><div>You've noticed that Xiao likes to hold you against a wall, hooking your legs around his waist as he hammers you. Sometimes he'll stick you face down on the wall to grab you from behind.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Stamina:</strong></li></ul><div>In his early days, Xiao didn't have much stamina, succumbing quickly to pleasure. However, he would quickly get back in shape to do another round.<br><br></div><div>After some time together, he would eventually build up the stamina to make you cum multiple times in one round, making your pleasure and his last long enough to leave you satiated until the next day.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Sound:</strong></li></ul><div>It's not uncommon to hear him moan or grunt in pleasure. But most of all, Xiao is a man who floods you with praise and love notes. This is the only time he gives himself to you without any barrier.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Size:</strong></li></ul><div>Don't be fooled by the size of his body. Xiao is a follower, a deity, he has what it takes or it takes!<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Following:</strong></li></ul><div>Xiao will be very affectionate. He keeps you in his arms and caresses you tenderly while kissing you. He will massage your thighs and all the painful parts of your body. He doesn't want you to get out of bed and will prefer to clean you up himself before letting you sleep in his arms.<br><br></div><div><br></div><ul><li><strong>In the beginning:</strong></li></ul><div>Venti will quickly realize that he has feelings for you. Every time he sees you, his steps will quickly lead him back to you. He sings to you so often. He writes you so many poems. He courts you openly, sometimes giving you flowers or your favorite pastries. He'll be the first to declare his love for you.<br><br></div><div>From the beginning of your relationship, Venti is very sweet and loving, putting aside his teasing and pranks to pamper you. You are so precious to him. He wants to be honest and respect you as you deserve. He will quickly reveal to you that he is Barbatos, the Archon of Mondstadt.<br><br></div><div>For you, he is ready to make this body that is so dear to him age a few years.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>What he loves about you:</strong></li></ul><div>The sense of freedom that you exude and your positivity. The fact that you accept everything from him makes him love you more. He knows he can be clingy and intrusive, but even so, you accept him.<br><br></div><div>You're even more cuddly than he is, and that's a feat in itself. Venti loves to cuddle, so when you take the initiative to hug him, he melts with love.<br><br></div><div>He thinks your hands are so cute and small compared to his.<br><br></div><div>No matter how artistic you are, whether it's singing, music, drawing, etc... Venti will be your first fan. You share a lot together, whether it's food, drinks, trinkets or even stories. Venti likes this complicity between the two of you, it allows him to become inked in you as you have done with him. You may sometimes get into his teasing game.<br><br></div><div>Sometimes you may unconsciously sway your hips when Venti starts playing the lyre. He finds this awfully cute and seductive.<br><br></div><div>You have little quirks that he finds adorable, like twirling a strand of your hair around your finger.<br><br></div><div>Surprising as it may seem, Venti loves it when you scold him. He knows that when you do it, it's only because you're worried about him, and that means a lot to him.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>What leads to arguments:</strong></li></ul><div>You often blame him for drinking too much alcohol. You don't even know how he manages to get it, given the physical age he shows. The fact that he is completely indifferent to your anger annoys you even more.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His faults:</strong></li></ul><div>Clingy, intrusive, sometimes too teasing, but most of all, his addiction to alcohol annoys you more than anything.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His intimacy with you:</strong></li></ul><div>He is very cuddly. He can't help it, having you against him, feeling your warmth gives him a comfort he never thought he needed.<br><br></div><div>He spends a lot of time kissing you, Venti thinks your lips are the sweetest thing in the world.<br><br></div><div>Whether you're inside or outside, he'll show no modesty about his affection for you. He is capable of shouting his love for you in the streets before jumping on your neck and kissing you.<br><br></div><div>Venti may seem childish in his behavior, yet once he's alone with you, he changes dramatically. He becomes calmer and more attentive to your needs. He cares about you, about your feelings. He lets you know every day that he loves you. He is not stingy with his tenderness! Often, Venti will sit behind you, hugging your waist, just to put his head on your shoulder and kiss your neck or your jaw. His confidence in you is boundless, he confides everything to you. His past life, his remorse, his joys and sorrows.<br><br></div><div>Venti has taken the habit, in the evening, to sing you some poems. He knows that this relaxes you, his voice has a soothing effect on you and makes it easier for you to fall asleep. He can spend hours watching you sleep, it calms him to see you so serene as you doze on his lap or against his chest. He takes advantage of your sleep to whisper to you about how he feels about you.<br><br></div><div>He frequently lays his head on your thighs, saying there's no better place in the world to sleep. In reality, he just wants to admire your face from every angle.<br><br></div><div>He now lets you do his hair every morning. Every time you take care of his braids, his eyes are hypnotized by your gestures. His hands end up on your thighs, caressing them with a tender gesture.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Physical contact:</strong></li></ul><div>A fan of physical affection. He can't help but touch you as soon as he can!<br><br></div><div>He has no shyness, he does not hesitate to cuddle you in front of a crowd of passers-by or even your friends.<br><br></div><div>But when you are alone together, his caresses, his cuddles, his kisses, everything will be much more tender and affectionate.<br><br></div><div>When his arms wrap around your waist, his head rests on your shoulder. He softly whispers that he loves you, a thin smile painting his face before kissing your neck, your face and finally your lips.<br><br></div><div>One of Venti's habits is to intertwine his fingers with yours as you both walk through the streets of the city. He needs to feel your warmth before time takes him away forever.<br><br></div><div>Venti presses his face against your hand as you stroke his cheek or tuck a strand of hair back into place, reminding you of a cat in need of tenderness...<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His favorite part of your body:</strong></li></ul><div>Your eyes. He thinks they reflect your soul perfectly. Soft, generous and free. He could drown in them because he finds them so beautiful. Also, your forehead and cheeks are his favorite parts of your body to kiss. He likes to see you blush every time he takes you by surprise with a kiss.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Hot/Cold:</strong></li></ul><div>Venti is a warm, playful boy who always sees the good in life. He knows how to make you smile when you're sad or just plain moody.<br><br></div><div>However, he can sometimes show you a darker side. That of a god who has lived several millennia, alone and bruised... and so sad.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His degree of love:</strong></li></ul><div>Venti offers himself to you in his entirety: his heart, his body, his soul.<br><br></div><div>His love for you will inspire the most beautiful poems, those that will remain forever in Teyvat's heart.<br><br></div><div>He will make his love for you eternal.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Date:</strong></li></ul><div>Most often, Venti will take you to Windrise for a picnic or just to bask in the shade of the big Venessa tree. He loves to compose ballads with you dozing on his shoulder.<br><br></div><div>He will sometimes take you to admire Cecilia's flowers.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Husband:</strong></li></ul><div>When Venti decided to marry you, he made the choice to let his body age. He will become more responsible and conscientious than before, he wants to prove himself worthy of you. Venti sincerely wants to start a family with you, so he doesn't want to be a dead weight on your shoulders. To help you support yourself, he will find a job related to what he does best: singing and writing poetry.<br><br></div><div>Even after many years of marriage, Venti will remain the same about physical affection. Having you in his arms and feeling your skin against his lips remains one of his favorite things in the world.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Dad:</strong></li></ul><div>A very cheerful and positive dad. Venti has always loved children, so he was immediately comfortable with his own. When he held his baby for the first time, the warm, gentle smile on his lips brought tears to your eyes.<br><br></div><div>He will always be the one who can easily soothe his child's cries, singing sweet lullabies to make him forget his fears and sorrows.<br><br></div><div>His child will inherit his talent for music and singing, sometimes organizing with his father some private concerts for you, and you only.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Nickname :</strong></li></ul><div>Belle, Biche, trésor, fleur.<br><br></div><div><strong>NSFW:</strong></div><ul><li><strong>How is he in bed? Preliminary:</strong></li></ul><div>Venti will be surprisingly gentle and sensual in bed, preferring to savor every caress and movement of your two naked bodies against each other.<br><br></div><div>His hands will slowly begin to wander over you, gradually moving under your clothes to the warmth of your skin. His lips will tease your neck and jaw before sensually claiming your lips. He likes to leave marks on your skin as proof of his love for you, so expect some hickey marks the next day. If there's one thing Venti likes to do to you, it's tease your breasts while his fingers work on your femininity with maddening slowness. He can't help but smile against your skin when he hears you begging him to go faster, but as soon as his eyes land on your flushed face, he'll stop his slow game and finally satisfy you.<br><br></div><div>Venti doesn't necessarily start foreplay with his fingers. He likes to lie on top of you before he starts rubbing his knee against your sex. The sounds you make with each of his movements make him a little more excited every minute. As soon as he feels you're wet enough, he'll start finishing you off with his mouth.<br><br></div><div>He loves oral, whether he's the giver or the receiver. He will take a lot of time to prepare you with his tongue before penetrating you. When he's the one receiving, he gets incredibly loud, blowing encouragement at you between gasps. Venti won't pull out of your mouth when he comes.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His favorite places:</strong></li></ul><div>He likes the classics, like the bed, the couch, the shower. But he also likes to do it outside, where the big tree of Venessa stands or in the forest not far from Mondstadt. He is probably the archon who has always felt the closest to nature, nothing more natural that he takes more pleasure there than in an enclosed space.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His favorite positions:</strong></li></ul><div>He likes to be dominated. Having you on top of him with your thighs on either side of his while you rock back and forth drives him crazy. He finds you so beautiful and erotic in this position, he wants to devour you.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Stamina:</strong></li></ul><div>Although Venti is an archon, he does not have the stamina that Zhongli has. But he has an iron will, so he is able to attack again after a few minutes of breaks.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Sound:</strong></li></ul><div>Probably the loudest of the boys. He is not ashamed to let out his moans or his praises.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Size:</strong></li></ul><div>As Venti aged his body for you, the rest followed. So he's got a long, plump member to make you come quickly.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Following:</strong></li></ul><div>The first thing he'll do when you're done is run you a bath. Of course, he'll join you in it. Once you're comfortable with each other, Venti will massage your muscles before washing your body and hair.<br><br></div><div>Once finished, he'll get you some snacks and bring them right to bed.<br><br></div><div><br></div><ul><li><strong>In the beginning:</strong></li></ul><div>Albedo knows nothing about love. It is a feeling that is totally unknown to him, that's why he is completely bewildered by you. He doesn't understand why he always wants to have you by his side, nor why he feels the need to touch you, to hear you speak. You are an enigma that he has trouble solving. Yet, all he has to do is watch couples kissing or cuddling in the streets of Mondstadt to feel the need to do the same to you. This is how he will declare his love for you. After an impromptu, but still ardent kiss. He knows he loves you. And that's the most beautiful feeling in the world to him.<br><br></div><div>Albedo is an incredibly sweet and gentle boy, who will put your well-being before his own. He will tell you all his secrets, praying deep down that you will accept him despite what he is...<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>What he loves about you:</strong></li></ul><div>Your humanity. He loves all your facets, the best and the worst. Each of your expressions, each of your gestures, everything is a pretext to draw you.<br><br></div><div>Your skin is so soft against his fingers, he can't refrain from touching you.<br><br></div><div>Even if there are many silent moments between the two of you, it is never embarrassing. On the contrary, Albedo loves to drown in your eyes. He can read all the love you feel for him in them, and he hopes you can do the same with him.<br><br></div><div>Albedo is not a pervert, but he loves to lie against your chest, just to hear your heartbeat, comparing it to his own. The first time he did this, you were silent in shock, but seeing his soothed expression as he listened to the sounds you were making, you decided to let him do it, as many times as it took.<br><br></div><div>Often, you would sit on his lap unexpectedly, just to wrap your arms around his neck and cuddle him. Albedo has learned to show tenderness and love by your side, although Klee had already introduced him to some gentle gestures, yours were different from the little girl.<br><br></div><div>You drag behind you the smell of Cecilias. A flower that Albedo began to love when he came to live in Mondstadt.<br><br></div><div>Every morning you sit in front of your hairdresser to detangle your hair and apply light makeup. Each time you do, you start to hum. Albedo takes great pleasure in simply looking at you through the mirror and listening to your voice.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>What leads to arguments:</strong></li></ul><div>You almost never argue. It's almost impossible with Albedo's passive nature. He is a thoughtful and calm man who will always seek to resolve your conflicts peacefully.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His faults:</strong></li></ul><div>He is probably too often immersed in his work. He sometimes forgets that you are both in the same room.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His intimacy with you:</strong></li></ul><div>He is more tender than he lets on. Whenever he finds a moment to be alone with you, he'll do his best to stay close.<br><br></div><div>He'll often offer to cook together, hugging you from behind to guide your actions as you prepare a new dish. His lips will take advantage of your inattention to kiss the back of your neck.<br><br></div><div>It's not unusual for him to ask you to pose for him. He always makes sure the position is not too tiring, asking you to lie down on the couch or sit in an armchair. When you get close enough, he will ask you to pose naked. Of course, the first times are always embarrassing, but Albedo's loving gaze will quickly reassure you...<br><br></div><div>Albedo is indifferent to the curious looks he gets from the people of Mondstadt when he cuddles you in the street. If he wants to kiss you, he will. If he wants to hug your waist, he will. He loves you, and he's happy to let you know it.<br><br></div><div>At home, you may find yourself asking him for a hug while he sits on the couch, quietly reading some notes from his research. With a gentle smile, he'll pull you onto his lap to straddle him. He will continue to quietly read his notes while his free hand tenderly caresses your back.<br><br></div><div>When you fall asleep before he comes home, Albedo will silently crawl into bed and rest against you. He'll fall asleep after a few minutes listening to your heartbeat against his ear.<br><br></div><div>He will often suggest that you take a bath or shower together.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Physical contact:</strong></li></ul><div>Of the two of you, he is not the one who initiates physical contact the most, but he never refuses it. There are many times when Albedo will make the first move, especially when he is exhausted or has just returned from a long stay at Dragonspine. He'll hug your waist before silently burying his face in your neck. He'll be cradled by your hand on his back.<br><br></div><div>Albedo has made a habit of having you sit on his lap when he works or draws in your home. Involuntarily, his hand caresses your back, hips and thighs while he is busy reading papers. Most of the time, you fall asleep in his care, and when he realizes this, it is with a loving smile that he carries you to your bed, reluctantly walking away from your comforting warmth to continue his work.<br><br></div><div>He shyly lets you kiss the mark on his neck. Even though he thinks it is a symbol of his inhumanity, his imperfection, he finds the attention so sweet and charming...<br><br></div><div>His favorite part of your body: Your chest. He can hear your heart beating there. But he also likes your eyes for their depths.<br><br></div><div>As for your curves, they are perfect to be drawn.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His favorite part of your body:</strong></li></ul><div>Your chest. He loves to put his head against you to hear the steady beat of your heart. Your face in general, he finds you so expressive, it is a real pleasure for him to observe you.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Hot/cold:</strong></li></ul><div>Albedo is known to be a gentle and kind man. But sometimes he shows you a darker side of him and maybe even a little teasing. When he is like this, you can hardly recognize him, something is wrong, but you don't know where it comes from... Nevertheless, after a few hours without seeing him, he becomes again the man you know...<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His degree of love:</strong></li></ul><div>You are his muse, his star, his future. He can no longer conceive of life without you by his side.<br><br></div><div>You are the one who taught him the true meaning of the word "live".<br><br></div><div>You are the one who makes him feel human.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Date:</strong></li></ul><div>Albedo will start with classical music. Candlelight dinner. Walk hand in hand through the streets of Mondstadt. Drinking in the best tavern around. Then, little by little, he will take you beyond the walls. He'll show you his laboratory in Dragonspine, or make a picture of you under the Venessa tree. No matter where you go, with you, he will always be fulfilled.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Husband:</strong></li></ul><div>He will be very attentive to your needs and happiness. Although he is always so immersed in his work, whenever he is with you, his eyes shine with affection and adoration for you. He always tries to do couple activities when he is not in his lab. Reading, cooking, walking, whatever you want to do, he wants to spend his free time with you.<br><br></div><div>When he has to go to work at Dragonspine, the separation is always hard on both of you. Every time he gets ready to leave, he holds you in his arms for a long time, kissing your hair, your face and finally your left hand, where the wedding ring he put on your finger when you said yes is.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Dad:</strong></li></ul><div>Albedo is a homunculus, he can't have children. It hurts him more than he ever imagined, not being able to give you what you want... How many times has he thought that you would probably be happier with someone else?<br><br></div><div>However, you don't give up and you both decide to adopt a young orphan.<br><br></div><div>Albedo loves children, he has never hidden it. His patience and his calm temperament are part of his charms. Even if this child is not his, he loves him as if he were his own flesh and blood.<br><br></div><div>Even if you have adopted a child, Albedo continues to look for a way to make himself fertile despite what he is, and who knows? Maybe one day he will find it?<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Nickname:</strong></li></ul><div>Firefly, flake, star, darling.<br><br></div><div><strong>NSFW:</strong></div><ul><li><strong>How is he in bed? Preliminary:</strong></li></ul><div>Albedo is a meticulous and demanding lover. His expert fingers will work with precision between your thighs while his lips are busy marking your skin. He will always start with one finger, adding one more as soon as you are sufficiently stretched with the previous one, going up to three fingers inside you. His rhythm is slow, unbearably slow. He wants to hear you moan his name, he wants your fingers to get lost in his hair, he wants to leave traces of your bond visible on your skin. As soon as you beg him to go faster, his lips will bind with yours while his hand speeds up his swing. He loves to swallow your screams of pleasure...<br><br></div><div>He's probably one of the few boys who will try anything related to sex. If you want to try things, he'll do it, as long as it's not dangerous or hurts you. If you want to try certain positions, he will do them, under the same conditions.<br><br></div><div>Being an alchemist, Albedo has a lot of knowledge about potions. He knows how to make an aphrodisiac, and if you want to try it, he will gladly do it, knowing full well that you will both enjoy it immensely.<br><br></div><div>Albedo wants every experience in bed to be unforgettable, he wants to leave you reeling and eager for him until the next day. Even though Albedo considers himself to have a low sex drive (which is true compared to some), he can't help but desire you from the moment he kisses you.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His favorite places:</strong></li></ul><div>His office, your bedroom or his laboratory. He's not fond of risks, so he'll always prefer rooms that can be locked.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>His favorite positions:</strong></li></ul><div>Cowgirl is probably his favorite, especially when you take him by surprise by settling on him while he's sitting in his office chair. His mind and body warm up quickly when you start rolling your hips against his.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Stamina:</strong></li></ul><div>A small body with a lot of stamina. He's able to endure several of your orgasms before finally letting himself go inside you. It may take a little longer to restart if you want another round. He simply takes advantage of this moment to cuddle you before leaving again.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Sound:</strong></li></ul><div>Quiet. Everything happens in the eyes with Albedo. He occasionally lets a few whimpers escape his throat, but they are rare and therefore precious. On the other hand, he loves the sounds you make, he doesn't want to miss any of your cries.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Size:</strong></li></ul><div>Not too long, not too small. He fits perfectly with you, taking you to the edge of ecstasy every time.<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Following:</strong></li></ul><div>Albedo will take care of you with tenderness. His hands will massage your lower belly while his lips kiss you lovingly along your neck. He will wait until you fall asleep to clean your crotch.<br><br></div><div>Before falling asleep, Albedo will take the time to sketch your sleeping form. He wishes to engrave these precious moments in him...<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>give him an inch, he takes a mile, and <em>god</em> do you give him an inch.<br><br></div><div>venti likes to think that he is a good man, a <em>great</em> man, even. he pretends as though his desperate need of claiming you in the most intimate way possible and permanetly etching himself into you is more for your own benefit than his. that when he comes to you while you're in a moment of stress and desperation from your daily life, he comes to you with a proposal of taking <em>all</em> that stress away, that it <em>isn't</em> a thinly veiled attempt at coercing into wanting the dream life he's always wanted with you.<br><br></div><div>it's just... you're practically <em>begging</em> to be taken care of, whisked away from the everyday stress of your life and into the wamrth and comfort of a shared home together with venti where you don't have to worry about the complexities of life. what's the use of being <em>free</em> when you're unhappy? venti wants to show you the <em>true</em> meaning of freedom, even if the version of freedom he has invisioned for you is a lot more twisted than what most would thing.<br><br></div><div>it's a slow process, reallyー venti is <em>nothing</em> but gentle when it comes to these things, it's simply how he's always been. he sort of embeds this kind of lifestyle into your sweet brain until you're begging him to just give it to you, motherhood being something you need instead of a blissful want you daydream about for your future from time to time. it goes from him pointing out just how <em>adorable</em> baby clothes are while shopping around town, letting out little (but purposefully audible) mumbles of how nice it'd be to get these kinds of things if you two ever had a kid of your own one day, to telling you just how <em>good</em> of a mommy you'd be whenever you babysit a close friends kid or commenting on how lonely your shared shared house feels and how nice it'd be if it were far more occupied. makes sure to also point out how stress you've been lately with life and your career and how cruel the harsh world is to you, gives you warm backrubs and sweet kisses with a worried expression, tells you that he wished there was a way for you to simply stay at home all the time and not have to worry about anything, and tops it off by innocently asking, '<em>do you think you'd still be working if we one day had kids together?</em>'<br><br></div><div>so when you finally come to him one night, needy, desperate, riled up on the way he takes away all your stress away, who are you to say no when he asks if he can make sure you never have to worry your pretty little head about a single thing ever again? you sign the contract, no matter the fine print, allowing him to pin you down and move his hands against you, marking you as though each mark is a little signature. you allowed the archon <em>ーyour</em> archonー to teach you what freedom is.<br><br></div><div>his words and actions have you subconciously wondering what things would be if you simply just... <em>became a mother like he said</em>, how <em>free</em> you'd feel without the weight of everything else. how <em>happy</em> you'd be to finally settle down and have a family.<br><br></div><div><em>"why don't you sit back and relax, dove? I'll take care of things from here, hm? and all you have to do is just take it."<br></em><br></div><div>by the end of it, despite his sheer exhaustion from spilling into you repeatedly over and over, he still spares himself enough energy to pump his seed back into you with his skilled fingers as he watches it drip and run out of your quivering hole, shamelessly spooning you as he does so, kissing the back of your neck as he tells you just how proud he is of you for being able to take him so well. ends the night by shushing you goodnight, rubbing the adorable swell of your tummy, smile plastered on his face as he imagines the life you two will have, how happy and free you'll be, and how if you're somehow not pregnant after tonight, he'll just go ahead and restart the process each and everyday until you are.<br><br></div><div>venti's notoriously insatiable. once he finally gets something he wants, nothing's stopping him from being anything less than self indulgent. it doesn't help that he's certainly got the stamina to do so. his hips buck into yours over and over again, lips cooing gentle whimpers into your ears as he basks in the warmth of your cute desperate cunt that refuses to let him go, feeling him get to the edge of orgasm over and over and over again throughout the course of the night, filling you up with white without stop. his mind is only focused on the thought of how beautiful you'd look bearing his child in the plush of your tummy, tits swollen and every part of you bigger and softer and begging him to be touched, and how clingy and needy you'd be while hyped up on hormones.<br><br></div><div>"<em>you feel so, so good. I've been waiting for this for so long. you're gonna look so cute and big and pretty soon, I won't be able to keep my hands off of you</em>."<br><br></div><div>"you'll be such a good, <em>pretty</em> mommy for our kids," is the last thing you hear before exhaustion takes it's course over your body. he tells you he'd take care of everything, that you wouldn't have to worry about a thing, that you'd be the worlds most perfect mommy and that, maybe after you have this kid, you two can have another one. and that, most importantly, once you do finally, finally have his kid, you'll be happy, <em>free</em> from worries. he'll take care of you well, he really will, make sure that there'd never be a day in which you had to worry about <em>anything</em> other than how much longer you'd have to wait to get filled up. he'd make sure of it.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>When you wake 4nemo up with morning head</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Venti- Awakes with the softest little whimper. His hips buck for the briefest second, the warmest smile stretching across his half conscious features. He giggles carding a hand through your hair before bringing a thumb down to massage your cheek. "Good morning, Love." He greets "You're surprisingly eager so early in the day." He lets a little moan slip adjusting himself with one leg bent so he could gently fuck your mouth. "Though I'm not complaining." He smirks "Hurry and make me cum so I can work on you."<br><br></div><div>Xiao- He grunts twisting his head to look down at you blinking away the sleep in his eyes. Surprisingly he stays silent the only reaction he presented you with being a quick glance before huffing and shutting his eyes once more. "Want me to stop?" With this question his eyes dart back open, slits of amber peaking down at you. He reached around to the back of your head firmly but carefully pressing your head back down. Without a word you resume snickering at how easy to read Xiao was which of course earned you an eyeroll.<br><br></div><div>Kazuha- Moans a couple times through restful rem sleep. When he finally awakes he stretches an arm above his head, extending his leg before realizing you're in between them. He can't help the chuckle that falls off his lips as he watches your head bob for a couple seconds in patient silence. "You're always so alert in the morning, I hope I didn't accidentally wake you." He says a long sigh cresting off his lips, pleasure filling the depths of his stomach. "You feel so amazing, Darling. But you must be a bit pent up as well, how about we change positions so I can make you feel good too."<br><br></div><div>Aether- Is awake a couple seconds after your lips wrap fully around his cock. He can't help but exaggerate a bit tossing his head back into the pillows. "Babe, I've told you time and time again you don't need to deal with my morning wood." He fakes annoyance, the tiniest twitch of his lips ever present. "I'd stop if you didn't moan like the prettiest little whore when I suck you off." He gasps, slipping back into the moment with an arch of his hips, "I can't help it when your mouth is this amazing." He nearly chokes sliding a hand down to the back of your head rutting up with no hint of shame. "Mm k but I don't want to finish in your mouth, I want to finish in the other end." You nod slipping your tongue over his tip, "Whatever my pretty boy wants."<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Semi-public sex with them</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Childe 🌊<br></strong><br></div><div>Your breath hitched every single time Childe bottomed out inside you.<br><br></div><div>One of his hand hold your cheek delicately, his thumb caressing your salty face due your tears as the other kept your body still, your back hardly pressed against the floor.<br><br></div><div>"Shush, don't cry, (Name). We can't risk getting caught, can we?" He knew pretty well you were crying in pleasure, he just wanted to tease you about it.<br><br></div><div><em>"Argh! Ajax!" </em>Some other tears of overstimulation left your eyes.<br><br></div><div>It was what happened when you couldn't moan because you couldn't get any attention. But it was so difficult to not gasp his name with every hard thrust of his.<br><br></div><div>Your body jerked up every single time he pounded into you, again and again. And for making your humiliation better, Childe wasn't making a single noise at all.<br><br></div><div>You were the one pathetically taking him inside the Golden House, trying your very best to not scream with his movements.<br><br></div><div>"Shh... Girlie, you have to be quiet, what if the millelith around the place hear your moans? Would you be able to tell them you couldn't keep quiet while taking my cock inside this wet cunt? <em>God's... Y</em>ou're <em>dripping</em> against this ground, princess... Do you like it whenever I fuck you in public, uh?"<br><br></div><div>You didn't answer him, you just accepted that if you opened your mouth, you both you'd be caught. Deep inside you couldn't deny that you liked whenever he said those kind of things to you, you just submitted yourself to him because you wanted to do so.<br><br></div><div>At some point you teased your clit with your finger, reaching your own orgasm, gaining the first moan from Childe in all those minutes since your walls started clenching around his length..<br><br></div><div>You ignited his own high, his cum reaching deep inside you.<br><br></div><div>"Come on, (Name), put your clothes back on, I think they heard us" Tartaglia didn't even let you rest a little before he told you that while laughing at your hurry. Poor did you know he was playing a trick on you.<br><br></div><div><strong>Albedo 📚<br></strong><br></div><div>It was incredible hard to control your breath and moans when your boyfriend was thrusting himself inside your tight walls in the middle of the library in KOF headquarters.<br><br></div><div>"Really, Albedo?" You whispered right before he pulled your panties to the side, thrusting his dick inside of you, as well two fingers so he could stretch you more for him.<br><br></div><div>"There isn't anyone besides us two here. It's almost midnight, (Name). Just relax and take it" He said between the wet kisses he traced against the skin of your neck.<br><br></div><div>"What if-" You hold back a moan, gulping dryly in pleasure as you held yourself against the large and heavy table, Albedo's thrusts making it hard to stay still. "What if someone enter here? <em>Ah! Just... Just like that-"<br></em><br></div><div>"You're enjoying it... That is my only goal with all of this, love"<br><br></div><div>He nibbled at your ear's lobe, making shivers run down your spine.<br><br></div><div>One of his hands kept your hips in the right angle so he could reach the deepest parts of you as the other now played with your clit, making you a mess inside that library.<br><br></div><div><em>"Awn, b-babe... Faster, please"&nbsp; </em>Your insides squeezed Albedo so much that, by that time, it was almost hard for him to go faster against you.<br><br></div><div>You even tried to not cum, since you wanted to have sex at a place where you couldn't get caught anytime. You both had a reputation to keep safe, but your body betrayed your mind and built up your climax.<br><br></div><div>"Give it to me, love" That phrase made you get your so wanted realese, whimpers leaving your mouth as Albedo rode his own climax inside you.<br><br></div><div>You heard the door opening slowly on the second floor of the library, Albedo's quick reflex making him get off inside of you, putting your panties and skirt back to the right place and zipping his shorts, all of it before the door was fully opened by Lisa.<br><br></div><div>"Oh, are you guys looking for something? It's pretty late, you know... I can help you so you both can go back home and rest"<br><br></div><div>"Hum... Actually, yes. I'd like to know where the second volume of 'The Legend of Venessa' is, please" Your boyfriend said with a straight face, as if he wasn't fucking you right against that table seconds ago.<br><br></div><div><strong>Venti 🍎<br></strong><br></div><div>You had to admit it, having sex in the wild felt great, but the possibility of getting caught made it even better.<br><br></div><div>You were at Windrise, sat down on Venti's lap, controlling the pace you rode him.<br><br></div><div>Your hips moved quickly against his, as his hands helped your movements by holding your waist tightly.<br><br></div><div><em>"Venti... This feels so damn good" </em>You pulled his lips into a heated kiss, one of his hands now going to your breast to massage the flesh, making you moan against his mouth, as your hands hold his cheeks carefully.<br><br></div><div>Okay... So, you both were fucking each other naked in one of the most known places of Monstad. You didn't even try to keep some pieces of clothing on, the bard insisting no one would appear there so late.<br><br></div><div>What did you had in your mind? Some adventurer could appear there out of nowhere to be healed by the statue and your little show would be finished in seconds.<br><br></div><div>But you both couldn't care less about it, the only thing that crossed your thoughts was the sensation that now overwhelmed both of your bodies.<br><br></div><div>After you finished the kiss, Venti's head arched back towards the large tree of Windrise when you made a harder move against his body, moaning your name like a symphony.<br><br></div><div><em>"I'm so close, my muse... Don't stop, please"&nbsp; </em>You did exactly like the boy had asked and some more times his length entered and exited you, both of you came together, your bodies getting soft against each other.<br><br></div><div>Venti kissed the skin of your neck and collarbone, having you nuzzling your nose against his own neck afterwards.<br><br></div><div>Your walls still squeezed him every now and then, making him gasp in sensitivity.<br><br></div><div>But all your happiness and relaxation faded away when Venti noticed a team of the guild walking towards the place you guys were, both of you having to go to the back of the Windrise tree to put your clothes back on sloppily.<br><br></div><div>"Who the hell would come here at this time?" Venti cursed, trying to fix his messy braided hair.<br><br></div><div>"Well, it was your idea doing this out in public"<br><br></div><div>"Your whimpers and moans told me you enjoyed it, my muse. Come on, let's find another place so we can go for a second round, ehe~"<br><br></div><div><strong>Tohma 🎋<br></strong><br></div><div>Your boyfriend moved right above you, as you saw his shoulders going up and down. Enlacing your legs around his waist in reflex, you enjoyed his shaft brushing against your sweet spot every single time he thrusted into you.<br><br></div><div><em>"Tohma... Ah! Archons-"<br></em><br></div><div>"Don't be too loud, princess. Even if it's late in the night, we are still at a beach" The blonde man gasped between his movements, one of his hands holding yours with delicacy as the other kept squeezing your hip so you could stop squirming so much under him.<br><br></div><div>The adrenalin of the possibility of getting seem in such a fragile state made you enjoy every moment even more.<br><br></div><div>"Oh gods, babe, you're clenching around me so badly... You feel so good around me" Tohma pulled your lips for a passionate kiss, not stopping his movements at all, only making them slower.<br><br></div><div>Some more minutes you stayed like that, sharing each other company and... well, fucking out in public.<br><br></div><div>Sometimes you still checked around worried if someone was out there, but thankfully only it was only you both, the moonlight, the sand and the sound of the ocean's waves.<br><br></div><div><em>"Ah! Too much, Tohma... I'm gonna cum soon"&nbsp; </em>You sounded just like an angel to him and he couldn't be more happier to have you as his girlfriend.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>"So come for me, sweetheart. Give it all to me" One more thrust of his and the tension in your lower belly snapped, your orgasm making pure energy run your entire body.<br><br></div><div>Tohma held your body even more tightly when his climax arrived, pecking your lips with love.<br><br></div><div>"I think I have to check something on that boat, give me a minute" You both heard a voice not too far, your boyfriend still inside you.<br><br></div><div>Oh boy, the boat was resting on the sand, only some feet distant from you guys.<br><br></div><div>"<em>Shit</em>, we have to go, princess. I'm sorry for not giving you proper aftercare. We can fix it when we arrive home ;)"<br><br></div><div><strong>Xiao 🎆<br></strong><br></div><div>The yaksha moved inside you in such a quick pace you could barely see anything else besides the blurred landscape of Wangshu Inn.<br><br></div><div><em>"Too fast, Xiao... Oh gods... It feels... It feels-"<br></em><br></div><div>"Save it, <em>human</em>. Or else Verr Goldet will hear you. I have a reputation to maintain" Xiao tried to keep his cold composure, but the pink shade on his cheeks, the sweat that covered his forehead and the way he was biting his lips so he wouldn't moan, proved he was experiencing pure bliss at that moment.<br><br></div><div>Pressing your body harder against the wood fence with his own, the adeptus took you from behind while one of his hands massaged your one of your breasts and the other teased your clit.<br><br></div><div><em>"Ah! Too much- Too much, Xiao..."<br></em><br></div><div><em>"Shush...</em> What did I say about being quiet? Can't my little girl follow orders?"<br><br></div><div>Only some more seconds...<br><br></div><div>Only some more seconds and it reached you.<br><br></div><div>And it reached you hard, your body getting too weak to support your own weight, Xiao having to stop his ministrations so he could hold you against his body, still seeking his own high.<br><br></div><div>Some tears of pure over stimulation left your eyes as you fought against your urge of moaning his name continually.<br><br></div><div>Was he unfair. Xiao was taking you at an open space of Wangshu Inn... Of course, most of the people there were in their own hotel rooms sleeping, but the owner of the place was doing some paperwork not so far from both of you. How quiet did you have to be to not cause any commotion there? It was an almost impossible task your lover had given you.<br><br></div><div>He finally came, still holding you close against his body, his wet forehead glued to yours.<br><br></div><div>The yaksha pecked your lips while exiting you. He had to hold a laugh when he saw you putting back on the panties that once were on your ankles, fixing your dress afterwards.<br><br></div><div>"You did it only to waste time, I'm not finished yet" Well, I mean, you had stolen the heart of an adeptus, right? Good luck handling his stamina now, queen &gt;:D<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-18 04:40:50 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>—𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 (𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐭)</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨 wouldn’t be strongly opposed to the idea of no nut November. He doesn’t have a very strong libido, to begin with, and wanted to test his inner willpower as an experiment. What he doesn’t realize is how weak you make him feel as time progress. He has to indulge himself in his studies further, fantasies getting him warped—his hands clenching as he imagines gliding them across your smooth sweet skin. As his eyes wander towards idle bottles and test tunes, his mind wanders thinking about the various and gorgeous curves of your body. You’ve absolutely infected him. When his frustrations get high, he won’t be able to hold back pinning your arms your bed, length rutting against your clothed entrance.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 is always bouncing around working; however, you’re typically his salvation—his frustrations melting away just from a touch. Diluc would not last very long as a result of this. One instance of simple teasing from Kaeya at the bar will be enough to make him snap and head over to your velvety wet whines. No thoughts pass in his mind as he’d stretch you out further, your tongue sucking on his thumb preventing any of your pretty moans to come out. It’s only after he’s painted your insides white that he lost that stupid bet Kaeya put him up too. It was all a setup.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚 would not be up for No Nut November, to begin with, but ringing other people into this misery would cause him to participate. This man has strong willpower but is always scheming for someone’s demise. He loves riling you up, fingers dipping down to your folds rubbing his thumb against your clit as he claims your mouth for his own. Of course, he noticed your whines, and the way your rub your chest against his desperate for more. He’ll stop at the very last moment, showing off his hand dripping in your juices before slowly licking them clean with you watching. The only way he’s going to lose is if you beg for his cock, and he’s going to be a menace until you do.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢 would only agree in front of Kaeya for the exchange of wine, not realizing how hard this is. Venti is a very affectionate and loving guy. If he could, he would love to spend the night in your arms feeling the pleasure you give him. This man would try his hardest, and would even actively avoid touching you because he wants to win. Give him a few days and he’s flashing puppy dog eyes at you. His pleasure with you goes way deeper than any bottle of wine can give him. He’ll make it up for you for sure. Having you scream his name, blunt nails digging into the flesh of your thighs and pinned down on the bed—tongue slurping up your juices and nibbling on your clit. His hand would actively pump his length, eyes rolling to the back of his head. This is exactly where he’s supposed to be.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-18 04:41:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>—𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 (𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐚)</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 arguably would most likely not agree to participate in No Nut November. Although he does have strong willpower and could definitely last the month, he just doesn’t wish to, but he did get roped into it by Itto. Still, he doesn’t want to punish you if you don’t want to participate with him, so he is going to be pleasuring you still. He lets his fingers do all the work, rubbing three fingers towards your clit and whispering sweet nothings into your ear while he feels the painful ache of his cock desperate to be inside of you. With a whispery apology, Kazuha would unclothed himself rubbing the tip along your entrance and stealing your lips as he impales you with his member. Your his vice, his ultimate weakness—but, Kazuha has no shame about that.<br><br></div><div><br><br></div><div>𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮 would lose fairly quickly. Unlike all the other men, his sense of smell would be his downfall. After not seeing you throughout the day as he focuses on his patrolling and attempts to calm the state of Inazuma down when he gets home and gets a whiff of your scent, he just loses it. When you come home on a particularly difficult and stressful day, he captures your lips—tail wagging in excitement. Any agreement he told Itto, flies right at the door as he grinds his pelvis into yours.<br><br></div><div><br><br></div><div>𝐈𝐭𝐭𝐨 knew he wasn’t going to win this, but he is very competitive and convinced others to No Nut November with him. He tries to joke it off that it’s mind over matter—but no one told him it would be this hard. Seeing your pretty self alone in the hot spring is just illegal in Itto’s eyes. Especially seeing the droplets of water run along your chest and neck. He was just supposed to be a good partner and keep you company, not indulge in his fantasies! His hands were tightly on your waist bringing you up and down his length. He held you up, legs tightly around his hips as he ruts into you—the head of his dick kissing your cervix. Although he lost, at least this would be a night to remember for the two of you.<br><br></div><div><br><br></div><div>𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚, out of everyone, almost wins for this group. He doesn’t often have any time to indulge in sexual fantasies since he’s taking care of literally everyone on the various islands of Inazuma, but he has a breaking point. Like everyone, he does need a break every once in a while especially with all the negativity he faces. He’ll come home one night, his finger making shapes on your thighs as he tells you his dilemma. It only takes a sweet smile and a look of your dazzling eyes as he captures your lips—hand squeezing against your ask. He’ll hold you so close, slowly rutting into you as his lips suck on your nipples. Sex is very sacred to him, and he always wants to show how much he loves you.<br><br></div><div><br><br></div><div>𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞<br><br></div><div>This man would not care at all about No Nut November. He doesn’t agree to it, point-blank. It doesn’t help that whenever he reaches an achievement he’s worked so hard for, he celebrates by pounding into your sweet needy hole. He’ll nibble your earlobe demanding you tell him how great he is, as he pinches and pulls at your nibbles. If you want to be a brat about it, your ass will sting from the number of smacks he’ll slam down. It doesn’t matter what month it is, Scaramouche will indulge in pleasure, and no one dares to call him out for it.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 is an extremely competitive person, which is the only reason why he agreed to do No Nut November; however, he is also a very physical person with a high libido. Childe would mostly likely lose within the first week as a result. He can’t help it, having your legs over his shoulder, hips slightly above the bed as his length pounds into you—head nudging the spot that has you seeing stars is just so addicting along with your fucked-out face that comes with it. If anyone asks, at least he can brag he got his dick wet since that night he loses, one round will not be enough to satiate his lust for you.<br><br></div><div><br><br></div><div>𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨 would most likely win because he views sex as un-needed. This can change though if he is tempted enough. If you actively try showing off your thighs, ass, and chest—those ember eyes of his will notice. Of course, he’ll leave to try to calm down his urges, and bulging dick springing up to his stomach. As he tries to calm down his thoughts, they only get worst. He wants to taste you, be to inside you, to have you beg for him—until he realizes until it’s too late his tugging onto his length. At this point, Xiao doesn’t care and just wants his boner to calm down, so he’ll lean against the tree at a fast pace imaging how tight you’d be squeezing him and the salty aftertaste of your sweat. How is it you can break the willpower of the well-known last yaksha?<br><br></div><div><br><br></div><div>𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢 is very similar to Xiao. He wouldn’t mind competing in this, but he doesn’t necessarily see the point. He is a very patient man that controls a lot of his urges and impulses; but, he can’t necessarily stop his dreams. His mind becomes his biggest hindrance as he falls asleep, various scenarios flashing through his head. The way you struggle to fit him inside of you, watching your entrance stretch out, painting the front of his dick with your juices, or how the tears prick your eyes as you try to take him in his mouth, gagging as he hits the back of your throat. When he wakes up in the middle of the night, he’ll silently curse to himself feeling the wetness pool in the middle of his legs, length hard and throbbing. Hopefully, you wouldn’t mind waking up to take care of this ex-archon, right?<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;that&#39;s a new record!&quot;</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"aa–a—<em>aah!</em> v–venti! n– n'more–! hhnh <em>please!</em> t–too sensi— o–<em>oh!</em> sensitive, <em>fuck</em>!" you babbled as venti looked up at you with hazy, half-lidded eyes from between your legs.<br><br></div><div>he had been toying with you all night (he hadn't even fucked you properly either!), mercilessly drawing orgasm after orgasm from you with his very skilled fingers and tongue, never giving you any time to breathe or come down from your high – he just fucked you right through it! he was hellbent on seeing just how many times he could make you cum — and how quickly he could at that.<br><br></div><div>venti had your body memorized inside and out, and was fully capable of making you cum in less than sixty seconds. currently, his record was just a little over thirty seconds (he had made you count the time) and now, for whatever reason, he was deadset on beating it tonight.<br><br></div><div>"awh, c'mon now, windblume. i think you can give me one more, don't you?" shaking your head no, your hands tangled themselves in his hair in a pathetic attempt to push him away.<br><br></div><div>"n–no! c–can't! plea—<em>ah!</em> <em>please</em>!" you wailed, cheeks flushed and stained with tears. you had lost track of how many times you'd cum tonight, and honestly? at this point the line between pleasure and pain was so blurred and distorted that you couldn't tell which was which. your body was hypersensitive, nearly overreactive at every little touch or caress, and venti was eating it up.<br><br></div><div>he loved how you tried to squirm away from his touch, too worn out to really get away, and the way your pretty, puffy clit felt pulsating against his fingertips or tongue; he loved all the pretty noises you made and the way his name sounded in your mouth as you came for the nth time that night. but above all else, venti loved how utterly fucked out you looked beneath him, sobbing from the overwhelming pleasure and babbling incoherently. it wasn't his fault that he always fucked you stupid!! you were just so much fun to play with !! and even more fun to break!!! besides, you had yet to use your safeword, letting him know that it was okay for him to keep going.<br><br></div><div>"oh, but i think you can," he smirked, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, and chuckling darkly when your leg tried jerking away from his touch on reflex — thankfully, he had a, surprisingly strong, arm wrapped around that leg, preventing it from actually going anywhere. "if i can make you cum in less than thirty seconds, then we can be done for the night, songbird. how's that sound?" but venti didn't give you a chance to reply, instead crooking his fingers just right against your abused walls as he dipped his head back down so his tongue could keep playing with your clit.<br><br></div><div>"<em>nnghn—!</em> wait! s–sensit— <em>aa–aah!</em> <em>v–venti!"</em> your thighs clenched tightly around his head and you could feel him smirking against your cunt.<br><br></div><div>it didn't take long <em>at all</em> before your back was arching off the bed again as your hips rutted against venti's face and your feet kicked out from under you.<br><br></div><div>"b–bar— <em>aa–a—ah! barbatos!"</em> you were seeing actual stars when you came for final time that night.<br><br></div><div>"<em>wow</em>, i'd certainly say that's a new record, wouldn't you, windblume?" he cooed up at you with a shit-eating grin on his face and a salacious glint in his eyes.<br><br></div><div>with a brain beyond disoriented and fried, you settled for blindly nodding in agreeance, unable to properly reply.<br><br></div><div>"that was<em> way</em> less than thirty seconds! definitely much closer to fifteen!" he chirped before blowing a puff of cold air against your poor, oversensitive clit. chuckling at the way you meweled in response, venti shifted so that he was straddling your hips and his face was less than an inch from yours.<br><br></div><div>staring up at him with hazy eyes and doubled vision, you thought he looked truly celestial above you.<br><br></div><div>gaze full of adoration, and pride?, venti leaned down to give you a peck on the lips as he cupped your face with one hand.<br><br></div><div>"now let's get you cleaned up, hm?"<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-18 04:42:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I'll work hard until people realize the potential of dom venti.<br><br></div><div>he's genuinely <em>perfect</em> as dom (atleast according to my tastes). not too rough or degrading but still teasing, ready to take you whenever and wherever he pleases, and no matter what he does he manages to remind you just <em>who's</em> in charge.<br><br></div><div>"c'mon, you can take just a little more, right?"<br><br></div><div>"ah-ah-ah, nope, you're staying right here under me like the good puppy you are."<br><br></div><div>he's unbelievably messy too, and I think one of the best qualities about him is just how whiney he can get while still maintaining dominance. he's so, so loud, making sure you know just how good you make him feel, whining and mewling and borderline <em>crying.</em> and yet the way his hips rock into you, forcing you further into the surface you're getting railed on while he nips and bites and marks you as his reminds you just how much power he has over you.<br><br></div><div>I also see (canon) venti as being strong for his stature, unbelievably so. he is a god after all, so why do you seem so shocked he can pick you up and fuck you against the wall like it's nothing? or the way he can hold your hips down as he tries to grind into you.<br><br></div><div>he's so fun to be in bed with, too, because he's so giggly and happy, sweet and sometimes tender, always teasing and dragging orgasms on, it's heavenly. likes to make sure you know just how perfect you look to him too! the soft, "<em>your</em> <em>gorgeous"s</em> will always make your heart swoon.<br><br></div><div>the only problems would be his obsession with cumming on or in you, and his love for taking you while you sleep (with your consent, of course!). he's just so messy, and because of the way he goes round after round after round during sex (like a bunny in heat, really), overstimmulating you until you can't even think straight, he's always too tired by the end of it to really do aftercare and take care of his precious baby ): he always makes up for it the morning after, after a good nights sleep, but if you're hoping to get something immediately afterwards, then you're out of luck.<br><br></div><div>tl;dr if I don't see more dom venti thirsts in my inbox I'm gonna riot. hmph.<br><br></div><div>bonus: "you're so pretty covered in my cum." "one more round, please? and then we're done? I promise." "I'll take care of you tomorrow. let's enjoy the present, my pretty bird." "ah- g'na cum all over you, g'na mark you as mine."<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-18 04:42:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>venti isn't a hard dom rather he likes to make a game out of sex. sometimes it's to see how many times you can cum on his lithe fingers as they prod at your most sensitive spots. other times he's seeing how long he can edge you before you break down and beg for him to please let you cum. one night after getting back from the tavern and seeing you asleep, he wanted to see how long he could fuck your pretty little before you woke up. currently he's trying to see just how desperate he can make you for his cock.<br><br></div><div>you choke and sputter around his fingers as he pushes them down against your tongue, sliding them as far down your throat as they'll go before pulling them out like it's nothing.<br><br></div><div>“if you can't handle a couple of fingers then you can't possibly handle my cock baby.” he coos at you as he pats your head, smiling. “i wasn’t expecting much though, so don't worry. you could never disappoint me.”<br><br></div><div>you know you could never disappoint him over something like this, but gods do you want to make him proud. you want to show him what a good little plaything you can be.<br><br></div><div>“i can! please i can try harder, do better!”<br><br></div><div>he laughs at you like one would at a puppy that chases its tail. “you don't have to push yourself for me, windblume. what if you got all messy because i came in that pretty left mouth of yours?”<br><br></div><div>you hastily grab at his clothes and try to free his length, but he stops you. his cock strains against the fabric of his pants, yet he removes your hands from himself so tenderly, tells you that you don't have to push yourself just because he’s a little aroused. he doesn't want it anymore if it means your discomfort.<br><br></div><div>“please venti, i want it. i want you to make a mess of me, to cum on my tongue.” you can't help but shift your hips at the thought of him smearing his load on your cheeks and letting it dry. “it...it makes me feel good!” you would do anything to please him, to have his cock.<br><br></div><div>“okay, but only if you're absolutely sure you can take it.”<br><br></div><div>that's all he has to say before you remove the offending garments. salty precum glistens around the slit and you lick at it, desperate to taste him.<br><br></div><div>“if you don't seem like you’re enjoying yourself though, we stop”<br><br></div><div>he doesn't say anything else before you take his length all the way, nose pressed against him. you make a show of moaning around him, drooling and making a mess. anything to show him that you truly want this, that you don't want him to pull out.<br><br></div><div>venti smiles down at you, still petting your head as he praises you for being so good for him.<br><br></div><div>he pulls out of your mouth when he finishes, watching the way the sticky white substance coats your face, how your tongue darts out from between your lips, desperate for even a taste of him.<br><br></div><div>venti kisses you on the forehead before taking a wet cloth and cleaning you up. when you look at him in confusion, asking him why he won't fuck you, he just laughs.<br><br></div><div>“don't you remember baby? you said that sucking my cock would make you feel good. you shouldn't need anything else, right?”<br><br></div><div>you can hear the silent question lingering in the air, if you had lied to him about feeling good just because he let you suck him off. you just whine and burry your face into the crook of his neck as venti smiles as he holds you against him.<br><br></div><div>“i hate you and your games, they're always rigged against me” you mumble, feeling his body shake with light laughter.<br><br></div><div>“if you want me to play fair, then perhaps it is to the anemo god that you should send a prayer.”<br><br></div><div>you grown at the rerun of your boyfriend’s incessant rhymes, but he says nothing of it. instead, he sings you a lullaby from the time when he was nothing more than a little wind spirit with nothing more dreams of<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-18 04:43:34 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>• Smut prompts V •</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Venti 🍎</strong></div><div><strong>9. “Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?” (Afab!Reader)<br></strong><br></div><div>"Open your legs, my dearest" You slowly did what he asked as he started kissing your inner thighs. "Relax your body, (Name). Focus on the sensations I'll provoke on your fragile body"<br><br></div><div>He used his left fingers to rub your entrance, and, for you, it was a pleasant and warm sensation to feel.<br><br></div><div>"Venti..." His name echoed through your lips, while your hips bowed under his touch.<br><br></div><div>That was the kind of reaction he was specting. He was proud he could make you moan his name by just stimulating you for some seconds.<br><br></div><div>"Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?” His fingers massaged a little more of your sex right above the fabric just before toying with your breasts.<br><br></div><div>"Please, don't stop..."<br><br></div><div><strong>29. “Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” (Afab!Reader)<br></strong><br></div><div>You had been away from Venti for long weeks since you were on another nation and once you got home again, he couldn't keep his hands to himself.<br><br></div><div>His hips moved against yours in a fast pace, his length brushing against every spot that made you melt under him.<br><br></div><div>"Enlace your legs around my waist" You did as your lover asked, as his thrusts became faster.<br><br></div><div>Venti's eyes surely were clouded with pleasure, but you could still see the intense love he carried for you in them.<br><br></div><div>"Venti- Oh archons!" Your back arched in pleasure as the minutes passed, your orgasm closer and closer.<br><br></div><div>"Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” His fingers stimulating your clit was the action that made the knot in your stomach snap.<br><br></div><div>Your walls started contracting around him what made you gain his own orgasm, his warm seed entering your inviting womb.<br><br></div><div><strong>33. “Show me how much you missed me.” (Afab!Reader)<br></strong><br></div><div>Venti kissed the skin of your neck and collarbones, nuzzling his nose against your neck afterwards.<br><br></div><div>"Venti... I just arrived home and you're all over me"<br><br></div><div>"Your whimpers and moans told me you're enjoying it, my muse"<br><br></div><div>"Is that so?" You asked. "Show me how much you missed me.” His fingers went to under your skirt, tracing patterns on your thigh's skin.<br><br></div><div>"Let's start from here"<br><br></div><div><strong>58. "No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.”<br></strong><br></div><div>The bard kept his innocent feature even if his slim fingers were being thrusted into your sensitive core in such a quick pace it was almost hard to not jerk up with the movements.<br><br></div><div>"Venti..." You gasped when his fingers reached the deepest point within you. "Venti, please..."<br><br></div><div>You squirmed in your place because of Venti's stimulation while you held onto the bedsheets tightly, as you felt the tension from your lower belly snapping, your walls involuntarily clenching in a delicious pace.<br><br></div><div>"Awn... This is s-so good" Your eyes rolled softly in pleasure. "No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.”<br><br></div><div><strong>64. “I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.”<br></strong><br></div><div>You were sat down on Venti's lap, controlling the pace you rode him.<br><br></div><div>Your hips moved quickly against his, as his hands helped your movements by holding your waist tightly.<br><br></div><div>"Venti... This feels so damn good" He pulled your lips into a heated kiss, making you moan against his mouth, as your hands hold his cheeks carefully.<br><br></div><div>What did you had in your mind? The bard had a carefree personality and he never seemed to stay much time in the same place. He wouldn't want to be yours, right?<br><br></div><div>After you finished the kiss, Venti's head arched back when you made a harder move against his body, moaning your name like a symphony.<br><br></div><div>"I'm so close, my love... Don't stop, please" You did exactly like the boy had asked and some more times his length entered and exited you, both of you came together, your bodies getting soft against each other.<br><br></div><div>As if he could read your earlier thoughts, he reassured you:<br><br></div><div>“I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.”<br><br></div><div><strong>92. “I can’t- please- I can’t-”<br></strong><br></div><div>"Venti... You're squeezing me s-so much"<br><br></div><div>"And you insist on calling me by my human name... Call me by my true one, my darling. Tell the entire Teyvat who's making you feel like this"<br><br></div><div>You felt like you were committing a crime when you left a sinful "Barbatos" leave your mouth and the god couldn't be more proud of you or himself for making you submit completely to him.<br><br></div><div>Every single time he almost exited you, you whined at the loss of contact only for you to moan quietly whenever he pounded into you harshly once again.<br><br></div><div>“I can’t- please- I can’t-” You whimpered when your orgasm hit you, making your body soft.<br><br></div><div>"Nah, yes you can... I know your body and limits. We may have to go a bit further so I can push your limits a little further"<br><br></div><div><strong>Xiao 🎆</strong></div><div><strong>1. "Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”<br></strong><br></div><div>Your relationship with Xiao was eccentric, to say at least.<br><br></div><div>You barely saw each other because he was an adeptus. So, every time you guys had the opportunity to stay together was spent uniquely.<br><br></div><div>It had been weeks since you last saw the yaksha. So, to try to cure your boredom you bought a new pair of lingerie.<br><br></div><div>It was a black lacy one with some details in shades of teal, just like your partner's hair. You even put on black thigh highs with some transparency and delicate roses in the hem of the fabric right up your thigh.<br><br></div><div>"I don't know..." You mumbled looking yourself in the mirror. Were you pretty enough? "Will Xiao like it? He's really hard to impress"<br><br></div><div>"Why are you wearing these kind of things, (Name)?" You heard the voice you had wanted to hear for so long, but it sounded dry. Xiao had appeared out of nowhere, like he always did. You saw his frame reflected on the mirror and instantly became shy.<br><br></div><div>"X-Xiao! I'm sorry I... I'll change into my clothes"<br><br></div><div>"There's nothing about timid with you. Wearing those and saying you'll take them off after I saw you? Don't you dare doing it. I am the one supposed to take it off from you" He guided you to lay down on your bed.<br><br></div><div>"W-What? What did I do wrong?"<br><br></div><div>"Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”<br><br></div><div><strong>4. "You look just about good enough to eat.”<br></strong><br></div><div>Xiao was very demanding whenever he felt anger or frustration but it wasn't like you weren't used to it or didn't enjoy every time he was rougher on you.<br><br></div><div>"What if some of them get upset with your lack of presence, or someone find us here?" You finished your line with difficulty. "Liyue Harbor isn't the best place to be intimate, right?"<br><br></div><div>"I could care less about that, (Name)" Your body got weak when his voice and movements made you cum. "You look just about good enough to eat.” He exited you, not stopping swallowing your frame with his eyes. "I wish I could taste you, but it's impossible when you're trapped between me and this wall. Yet, I won't leave unsatisfied, that's for sure"<br><br></div><div><strong>12. "I'm going to fucking ruin you.”<br></strong><br></div><div>"Xiao... I can't..." You cried when you were almost cumming once again, as you rode him. That was the forth or fifth round? You weren't sure anymore.<br><br></div><div>"Yes, you can do it for me. Just give it to me. You managed to provoke me until now, uh?" His hands helped you with your movements, holding your hips tightly while you supported yourself with your hands against his chest. In a slow pace, you chased your high once again to give it to the man under you, succeeding it.<br><br></div><div>"I'm going to fucking ruin you.” He said bitterly. "Don't you dare stop your movements. I don't mind you're sensitive. Not after what you've done to me this night"<br><br></div><div><strong>13. “You’re so in for it when we get home.”<br></strong><br></div><div>Was he unfair. Xiao was taking you at an open space of Wangshu Inn... Of course, most of the people there were in their own hotel rooms sleeping, but the owner of the place was doing some paperwork not so far from both of you. How quiet did you have to be to not cause any commotion there? It was an almost impossible task your lover had given you.<br><br></div><div>He finally came, holding you close against his body, his wet forehead glued to yours.<br><br></div><div>The yaksha pecked your lips while exiting you. He had to hold a laugh when he saw you putting back on the panties that once were on your ankles, fixing your dress afterwards.<br><br></div><div>"You did it only to waste time, I'm not finished yet" The adeptus spoke dryly. “You’re so in for it when we get home.”<br><br></div><div><strong>17. "Suck on my fingers.”<br></strong><br></div><div>Xiao's tongue abused your warm walls while he fingered you in the pace he pleased.<br><br></div><div>His slim finger brushed against the soft spots from your insides as his thumb stimulated your clit.<br><br></div><div>The wet sounds created by his actions could make you feel almost shy if desire didn't overwhelm your body.<br><br></div><div>"Baby-" You whimpered at the loss of contact when he took off his finger from your core.<br><br></div><div>"Suck on my fingers.” He said, seriously.<br><br></div><div>And so you did, only to taste yourself and lubricate his digits.<br><br></div><div><strong>18. "You look so good with my hands around your neck.”<br></strong><br></div><div>You could have sworn that if Xiao didn't start fucking you right there, you guys would get into a pretty bad fight.<br><br></div><div>"Tsk, so desperate and pathetic" Xiao bent you against a furniture of yours.<br><br></div><div>"Always telling me what to do... Always wanting to give the last word... You're ungrateful, you know? I give all my love to you but it wasn't enough for a little bitch like you" The adeptus was pounding into you so quickly you had to hold yourself onto the furniture.<br><br></div><div>His hand soon went to your neck, squeezing it softly. Your eyes closed in pleasure, your hands still gripping the wood to gain some support.<br><br></div><div>"Xiao..." You gasped as your high reached you.<br><br></div><div>"You look so good with my hands around your neck.” He made his grip tighter. "I could spend the whole night like this"<br><br></div><div><strong>23. “My baby, you did so well.” (GN!Reader)<br></strong><br></div><div>By the second you and Xiao were finished in the bedroom, he proceeded to give you some aftercare.<br><br></div><div>Hugging your frame against him, his slim fingers traced patterns onto the skin of your neck making you feel almost ticklish.<br><br></div><div>He pressed a kiss on your already bruised lips, making sure to not push your limits any longer. His thumb caressed your cheek with love and his eyes didn't show any lust or desire.<br><br></div><div>"My baby, you did so well.”<br><br></div><div>So you finally managed to satisfy his needs after all that time?<br><br></div><div>That costed all your physical strength and now you were completely worn out and you could swear you were able to feel every bruises, bites and hickeys Xiao had made on your skin.<br><br></div><div>"Please, don't leave..." Were the only words you managed to gasp. "I need you here"<br><br></div><div>"I won't, I promise. I'll stay here with you for the night, my love"<br><br></div><div><strong>43. “Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” (GN!Reader)<br></strong><br></div><div>You pulled Xiao for a deep kiss the moment you saw he had entered your room.<br><br></div><div>"Woah- Hey..." He gasped between your kisses. "Hey love, there's no reason for you to rush things up, we still have time" Was what he said when you both separated.<br><br></div><div>"Xiao... You didn’t appear for weeks straight. I missed you"<br><br></div><div>"I can see that, my lovely. Forgive me for not giving you any satisfaction"<br><br></div><div>Your hand shyly went to his shoulder, taking off the long sleeve he had there and soon you took him to your bed, getting above him.<br><br></div><div>"I barely arrived" A smile formed on his lips. “Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”<br><br></div><div>"I just missed you so much" You said softly.<br><br></div><div>"Did you forget how I feel?" Xiao provoked.<br><br></div><div>"Maybe... Please remember me from those nights we spent loving each other"<br><br></div><div><strong>51. “Don’t think so much, just let your body take control.”<br></strong><br></div><div>Xiao's movements became harsher.<br><br></div><div>Perhaps way harsher than he normally was.<br><br></div><div>But it felt good. It made you feel complete.<br><br></div><div>You wished that night would last forever while Xiao's lips pulled yours into a surprisingly smooth kiss.<br><br></div><div>Your fingers caressed his teal and black locks while his hands supported your body against the wall as he didn't stop ravishing you at all.<br><br></div><div>"Xiao..." Your eyes closed tightly as your orgasm made you feel weak.<br><br></div><div>“Don’t think so much, just let your body take control.” Your high sent a relaxing sensation through all of your body, sleepiness soon following you when your walls stopped contracting around Xiao.<br><br></div><div><strong>58. "No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.”<br></strong><br></div><div>"S-So suddenly. What happened, Xiao?" You whined while his fingers ravished your sex.<br><br></div><div>"All that talking made me feel frustrated and I need to control these feelings somehow, unless-"<br><br></div><div>"Shush, I get it... It's just- Ah! It's sensitive, babe" You whimpered under your breath.<br><br></div><div>His fingers entered and exited you in a hard pace while his other hand held your thigh open with such a hard grip it could bruise your skin.<br><br></div><div>His strong arms held you in place when your knees faltered due your pleasure as things seemed to happen slowly while pure endorphin runned through your veins.<br><br></div><div>"No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” You whined.<br><br></div><div><strong>62. “Touch yourself.”<br></strong><br></div><div>"Xiao..." Your hand slipped under your panties, your fingers brushing against your aching clit.<br><br></div><div>"Mhm... Just like that" Your mind imagined it was his fingers that now entered your sex, finding your sweet spot so easily and pressing against it, he gained pretty moans from you.<br><br></div><div>You thrusted your fingers inside your warm walls, slowly seeking your high.<br><br></div><div>"Ah, Xiao... It feels so good" You built your pace up slowly, just like the way you pleased, as you fantasized he was trailing wet kisses on your warm skin.<br><br></div><div>"Archons... I'm so close Xiao, please..." You whined as your climax got closer and closer by the time.<br><br></div><div>The yaksha entered your bedroom by the open window, the moonlight making you seem so beautiful in front of his very own eyes.<br><br></div><div>"Tsc... Don't you dare stop now, mortal" He scoffed. “Touch yourself.”<br><br></div><div><strong>65. "I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.”<br></strong><br></div><div>"Fuck, (Name), do you even know what you're capable of doing to me?" His thoughts runned fast inside his mind as he touched your neck, soon caressing your chest and stomach just to arrive the place that made him weak to his knees: your thighs.<br><br></div><div>Xiao opened your legs, pulling your panties to the side to penetrate you right there.<br><br></div><div>Your body reacted to his touches, as your walls clenched around him, welcoming him inside your warmth.<br><br></div><div>A gasp left your lips as he started moving, slowly seeking his high.<br><br></div><div>By the time he was almost cumming, you opened your eyes to see your lover above you, but everything was too blurry for you to keep them open.<br><br></div><div>Sleepiness consumed your mind and you could barely finish calling out his name, your own orgasm hitting you, making your body soft under him.<br><br></div><div>"Xiao..." You gasped softly the stimulation making you dizzy.<br><br></div><div>"I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.”<br><br></div><div><strong>80. “You didn’t come yet, let me-”<br></strong><br></div><div>"So what if you're gaining precum of me only by stimulating my cock a little?" He hissed.<br><br></div><div>"Xiao, baby, it only happens when you're a little too excited, you know?" You smiled when his cheeks went red, then starting to swirl your tongue around his tip then sucking it slightly before really giving him a blow job.<br><br></div><div>He came inside your mouth, too embarassed to say anything besides trying to not let you go away still.<br><br></div><div>“You didn’t come yet, let me-”<br><br></div><div>"Enough, Xiao. I have other things to do now. I'll see you later"<br><br></div><div><strong>88. “You’re so messy.”<br></strong><br></div><div>"I came here... Ah! To visit you, not to gain a blow job..." He gasped, as he bit his lips to not make any more noises. "You're so messy." A moan left his lips. "Drooling all over my- Ah, fuck!"<br><br></div><div>"Ne, Xiao, this way is better, right?" You spoke, just to start sucking him off again, his eyes rolling in pure bliss as his peak got closer.<br><br></div><div>Soon enough, your warm little mouth made him cum.<br><br></div><div>"I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum" He gasped.<br><br></div><div>"Give it to me, love" With that, his warm seed reached the back of your throat and you gulped it as you finished licking him clean. "Am I still messy?"<br><br></div><div><strong>89. “Your thighs are shaking so much.” (GN!Reader)<br></strong><br></div><div>Another orgasm hit you that morning for your overstimulation.<br><br></div><div>Xiao's mouth finally separated from your sex after he drank everything you managed to give him.<br><br></div><div>"Xiao..." You called his name while you enjoyed your high, your body getting relaxed even if you felt sore already.<br><br></div><div>"I'm here, just enjoy every second" The adeptus got up from his spot only to see how you were after you were finished.<br><br></div><div>Your breathing was uneasy, a thin sheet of sweat covered your skin after so many rounds, your lips were swollen due his kisses and now your body carried every single mark of his. One detail however caught his attention.<br><br></div><div>"Your thighs are shaking so much.” Then you looked at the spot he didn't stop watching closely. "It shows I can ignite every single nerve of your fragile body"<br><br></div><div><strong>100. "You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?”<br></strong><br></div><div>When Xiao opened your shared bedroom's door, your frame right in front of the mirror caught his attention.<br><br></div><div>Your lingerie was so beautiful and appealing he almost listened to his desires.<br><br></div><div>But... You were just started healing from yesterday's night, right? There was no way you'd want to go for another session.<br><br></div><div>That was what he thought, at least.<br><br></div><div>"Do you perhaps... Want to premier this lingerie?" You fingers fixed the strap of the bra, soon turning a 360° so Xiao could watch your body closely.<br><br></div><div>A smile formed on his lips when he saw the marks on your back, neck and thighs - he was proud of himself- right before the adeptus provoked you;<br><br></div><div>"You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?”<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>There are two kinds of Venti&#39;s in this world.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Soft Ven who slips your discarded panties up from where they're precariously dangling off your ankle after filling you with his load for hours on end. Tells you so sweetly right against your ear to, "<em>Keep it in</em>." While rubbing his thumb clockwise against the skin beneath your navel. A Venti who presses his hips so tightly against you, barely pulling out because it's far too good being inside while shushing your pleas with airy kisses that make your skin tingle. And Venti who eats you out embarrassingly loudly, pressing your shaking thighs deep into the mattress because your pleasure belongs to him.<br><br></div><div>On the contrary lazy Ven has to sweet talk you into drunk sex by splaying the parts of his body you're weakest to instead of just taking care of himself. Who accidently cock warms you because he fell asleep in the middle of sex. And a Venti who makes you ride because he no longer has the, "<em>Strength to move" </em>after you've blown him.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>—𝟒𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐇𝐂𝐬</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢 the leader of the group is always seen floating by you. He loves to hear your praise whenever there’s a show or event coming up. He’s always itching to get you into his trailer just for a quick quickie he claims will “help him out”. Lips connecting to yours as his sinful moans are muffled out, cheeks flush as his length pounds into you. By the time your quickie’s done, you’d have cum pouring out of your hole and on the bed as he gets ready and waves off he’ll see you after the show. Fans have no idea seeing him wave out the crowd thinking Venti put on a little too much blush today.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 the lyricist who spends most of his nights by your side, strumming along your thighs. He relishing in the noises emitting from you as his tongue laps up your most sensitive parts. Your his distraction, a paradise that helps inspire such passionate songs. When performing, those ruby eyes always flicker towards you, a smirk on his lips as he sings knowing full well the number of hidden marks he’s made on you.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨 the bad boy that makes everyone swoon. It irritates him to no end to see the number of fans trying to cozy up and flirt with him. He can’t even give it the time of day since those amber eyes are watching you interact with the rest of the boys. He can’t help it, he’s just a bit jealous and pent up. Dragging you to the sound room, pulling your underwear down as fast as possible seeing how you’re already slick puts him on the edge. By the time he’s done with you in this closet, you won’t be able to walk anymore. He’ll be sure to stop by with some goodies as an apology for losing himself right after.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>𝐀𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 the good boy who’s always seen smiling and interacting with everyone. It’s as if he was sun reincarnated himself. Whenever he sees you stressed or the other boys may have been a little too rough when playing, he’ll take it upon himself to do whatever you need just to see you smile back at him. His go-to is usually meeting you in the shower, warm steam making your bodies relax while praises that leave his lips—gently holding onto you as his cock slowly stretches you out.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;When it comes to wake you up after a “restless” night&quot; Xiao/Venti/Albedo</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Xiao</strong></div><ul><li><strong>Xiao is a HYPER sensitive man, both emotionally and physically.</strong></li><li><strong>You can be sure that once he has tasted the pleasure of the flesh, he will come back for more.</strong></li><li><strong>He loves you more than anyone else on Teyvat and he considers sex one of the best ways to show it.</strong></li><li><strong>In public, Xiao is often reluctant to touch you. He will tend to stare intently at your hands or lips. If you surprise him, he will turn his face away abruptly, trying to hide the redness on his cheeks. (He doesn't know you can see it on his ears, so cute.)</strong></li><li><strong>Don't tease him, he might take it the wrong way, yell at you and run away, you won't see him for a couple of days. Gently hold his hand, if you do, you can be sure he won't hesitate to touch you again.</strong></li><li><strong>He loves it when you kiss him. Whether it's his cheeks, his lips, his hands, he loves your touch. You soothe him... He who suffers continuously from his karmic debt, from his past sins, you are an infinite source of happiness in his eyes.</strong></li><li><strong>When you are both alone in Xiao's room at the Wangshu Inn, he will be very affectionate. He will often wrap his arms around your waist or chest, peppering your neck with sweet kisses.</strong></li><li><strong>Xiao warms up quickly. Be prepared for intense, daily sexual activity!</strong></li><li><strong>But don't worry, he's learned to control his own orgasm. He'll only let himself come when you've had yours.</strong></li><li><strong>Like I said, this man warms up quickly. Want another round? He'll be ready in a second and as many times as needed!</strong></li></ul><div>Xiao had not slept all night.<br><br></div><div>When you plunged into sleep, Xiao had to leave reluctantly to perform his yaksha duties.<br><br></div><div>The sun was already high in the sky when he returned. Too exhausted to pay attention to his surroundings, he didn't notice your sleeping form in bed, instead heading to the shower to clean up and cool off. The day was particularly hot, which Xiao couldn't stand. He quickly removed his clothes, tossing them aside. He noticed his reflection in the mirror, littered with bites and hickeys from last night. Red flushed in his cheeks as images of your lovemaking flashed through his mind.<br><br></div><div>"Tch."-He turned away from the mirror sharply, too embarrassed by the excitement that was slowly building inside him.<br><br></div><div>The cold water did him the world of good and when he came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, he froze in place when he heard a moan. He thought at first that you were awake for a long time, probably downstairs helping Verr. He'd forgotten how much sleep humans could need, so when he thought about it, he hadn't let you rest until the early hours of the day.<br><br></div><div>He cautiously approached you. Your legs were bent over, you were clutching a cloth that looked like one of his tops and, by the archons, you were still naked! Quickly, he felt his sex harden at the sight of your body, which he had adored only hours ago. He always thought you were beautiful, with or without clothes. How was he supposed to let you rest when he found you with nothing on!?<br><br></div><div>"Damn it! This woman is going to drive me crazy." - he said in a desperate tone.<br><br></div><div>Xiao climbed onto the bed, straddling you shamelessly. He turned you on your back, instantly waking you up with a scream. He silenced you with a rough kiss, ripping off the tank top you were holding, freeing your chest of all embarrassment. His hands came to cup your breasts whose nipples were already hardened, massaging them greedily. He let go of your swollen lips to better admire you.<br><br></div><div>"Xiao."<br><br></div><div>He kissed your skin, moving down from your neck to your chest and finally your lower abdomen. His hands tenderly caressed your skin, moving up your thighs to your knees, spreading them further apart as his face approached your womanhood.<br><br></div><div>"Xiao... Please." - you planted one of your hands in his hair.- "I love you Xiao."<br><br></div><div>"(y/n) - He gently kissed your inner thigh. - "I love you too."<br><br></div><div>He dove between your thighs, making sure to take you to heaven.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Venti</strong></div><ul><li><strong>Venti loves the act of love, such an intimate, human act that allows him to express himself as much as his verse.</strong></li><li><strong>He is originally a wind spirit, sex is a totally unknown thing to him. He didn't even think he was capable of feeling emotions like desire. Having lived with humans has made him discover all the possibilities that a heart offers.</strong></li><li><strong>You have radically changed his life. Love was no longer just a poem to him, he lived it, felt it, desired it. He cherished and protected you more than anything else. You will notice that he is completely different when he is with you than when he is with his friends. He is gentle, serious and loving as you are with him.</strong></li><li><strong>He loves physical affection! Whether at home or away, he will never hesitate to kiss or cuddle you.</strong></li><li><strong>He will never force you to do anything. He'll always make sure you agree to anything he does.</strong></li><li><strong>When you're home alone, he likes to make you sit between his legs and then put his hands on the warm skin of your belly. He loves to tease you when it's just the two of you, your laughter is his salvation!</strong></li><li><strong>Venti must have his fix! I told you, he loves your touch and when he is really excited and well... Be prepared for him to over-simulate and not get much sleep...</strong></li></ul><div>Venti had been up for a while dressed and walking the streets looking for a good breakfast to offer you. Often men and women he passed would ask him why he had such a wide smile on his face, Venti would simply tell them that he was just very happy. He was always happy with you, but every time he had carnal relations with you, his heart was full of it.<br><br></div><div>He bought you apples, juice, bread and a good piece of cheese! To add to your pleasure, he paid for it with his own hard-earned moras. Satisfied with his purchases, Venti went home. He prepared a tray for you, beautifully decorated with a flower from Cecilia, which he brought to your room.<br><br></div><div>The room was pleasantly lit by the soft rays of the morning sun. Seeing that you were still asleep, Venti placed his tray on the table that decorated your room. He walked over to the bed, jumping on it to kneel on the mattress next to you.<br><br></div><div>"(y/n) Wake up!"<br><br></div><div>"Hmmmm."<br><br></div><div>"Wake up!" - He shook you lightly before leaning down to kiss your neck.<br><br></div><div>"Still sleepy ~"<br><br></div><div>Venti laughed to himself. To tease you, he pulled the blanket off your shoulders before remembering that you hadn't put any clothes back on last night. He opened his eyes wide at first, his cheeks slightly rosy, then flashed a small, sly smile.<br><br></div><div>"Venti! It's cold!" - The naughty expression on his face froze you in place. -<br><br></div><div>His hands moved slyly over your body.<br><br></div><div>"Too bad, I'd gotten you a breakfast like you like.... - he kissed your belly and then each of your breasts, forcing a moan from your mouth. - "Haha, too bad, we'll eat it later! I have another meal waiting for me... "<br><br></div><div>On his words, he nibbled your lips making his fingers flow to your sex...<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong>Albedo</strong></div><ul><li><strong>Like Diluc, Albedo hides his game very well.</strong></li><li><strong>It is true that at the beginning of your relationship communication was complicated. He was not used to having conversations with others, preferring the company of his books and alchemical materials.</strong></li><li><strong>He put a lot of effort into himself for you (and only for you).</strong></li><li><strong>Albedo is not shy about physical contact, although he won't initiate it on his own, if you hold his hand or ask him for a hug in public, he will accept without hesitation!</strong></li><li><strong>He won't say it directly, but he loves to feel you against him. You only have to see the slight smile on his face to understand that he likes it.</strong></li><li><strong>Like Xiao, Albedo will be completely addicted to you after your first time. He'll often give you suggestive looks or kiss you on the neck and behind the ear to let you know that he wants to.</strong></li><li><strong>He carefully studies your every reaction, recording every point that makes you moan with pleasure. He's good, really good.</strong></li><li><strong>Albedo can be really hard in bed. He'll tend to start out slow until he gets carried away with his desires. Kiss the mark on his neck and you can be sure that you will end up the next moment in bed or on any surface where he can take you!</strong></li><li><strong>It is when Albedo returns to Mondstadt after several days away from Mount Dragonspine, that he will tend to have long sessions with you. He is usually more romantic and sensual, he has missed you and wants to make sure you know it.</strong></li></ul><div>Albedo had been up for a long time, working on the research he had brought back from Dosdragon and hadn't had time to read it over.<br><br></div><div>He had barely slept for a few hours, his eyes burning a little, but he was used to it. Coffee in hand, he read each line, correcting from time to time formulas that he had written.<br><br></div><div>After rereading his documents once, twice and then three times, he put his pen down on the kitchen table, sighing with fatigue. He removed the three cups of coffee he had drunk in the last few hours and washed them in the sink.<br><br></div><div>He looked at the clock, it said 11:49. He wondered if you had gotten up without him noticing. Curious, he looked around the house for you, calling your name softly.<br><br></div><div>When he got no answer, he went up to your room to see if you were still sleeping. When he opened the door, he spotted your form draped under the covers. You were lying on your stomach, your hair strewn across your back. Albedo noticed your nakedness when he saw the parting of your buttocks protruding from the blanket.<br><br></div><div>He looked at you for a long time without moving, just enjoying the view, but eventually he took his sketchbook to immortalize the moment. After a few sketches of you, he placed his material on your bedside table before lying down next to you, admiring your sleeping face and pushing a few strands of hair over your face. He stroked your skin, touched your lashes, watched your features until you opened your eyes, smiling at the sight of your lover.<br><br></div><div>"Hello there."-You intertwined your fingers with his hand that brushed your lips. -<br><br></div><div>"Hello."<br><br></div><div>You moved closer to him, snuggling into his arms. His eyes never left you, even when he lifted your chin to kiss your lips. It is at this moment that his hands strayed in your back, skirting the line of your spine, stopping a moment in the middle of the way to stick you a little more to him, to finally finish its race until your buttocks. He caressed them languorously, enjoying the noise of rubbing of his skin against yours and the moans that you let escape from your throat. Finally letting go of your ass, he moved down your thigh to your knee, grabbing it to place it on his hip.<br><br></div><div>Your excitement was palpable by the flush on your cheeks and your misty eyes. He loved having this effect on you.<br><br></div><div>Once he had you securely locked to his hip, he let go of your leg and moved up to your sex, stroking your clit with his fingertips. You were already ready for him, but he wanted to take you for the first time with his hand. He easily planted a finger inside your womanhood, slowly rubbing your walls before adding a second finger.<br><br></div><div>"Albedo, j-je, aaah, don't tease me please! - He smiles at your comment. -<br><br></div><div>"You are so beautiful, let me observe you a little longer..."<br><br></div><div>The bulge in his pants hurt, but he was a patient man, very patient...<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>❱ ♡ ⌇ ONESHOT : wedding night</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>꒰🖇꒱ ┊ <strong>SCARAMOUCHE ;; balladeer</strong></div><div>“Kunii—”<br><br></div><div>He hears your gentle whisper through the silence of the tent, he feels your hands on his cheeks. You stare at him with a guarded stance, searching his eyes carefully as his fingers deftly undo the obi of your bridal kimono, his lips pursed with blatant impatience and distaste, humming in response. You laugh at his growing frustration when he finds himself keenly attempting to undo a particularly tight knot.<br><br></div><div>“Two years.” he grates out, giving the obi a particularly harsh tug and you nearly fall back into him with a queak. “One year, three months, eighteen days and twenty fucking hours — i have waited for that long and now this —” his anger spikes, the obi comes undone and the fabric of your kimono slips down your shoulders. He lets out a sigh and leans forward, pressing a feverish kiss on your exposed neck. You whine softly, gently pushing him away. “What?” he questions, clearly upset with your constant tip-toeing around after finally getting around to sex.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche was always like this, clipped, curt, distant and cold and oh so prideful of who he was and his standing above the human race. “<em>Except me?</em>” you would tease during the times when you were but a fatui agent and clerk working under him. Instead of snapping at you, slicing your tongue off, breaking your fingers, he’d only scoff and reply with a thoughtful “<em>You’re getting there. Don’t disappoint me.</em>”<br><br></div><div>His hands were always restrained when it came to intimacy and his insistence on sleeping with you after a proper marriage was a shock. The juxtaposition of the statement Scaramouche presented sidled with his personality and demand for immediate results was near mind blowing. You half expected something to blow up when he said that.<br><br></div><div>“I’ll wait.” he had said when he had brushed your hands away, twining them with his own. “I will always wait.”<br><br></div><div>And he did wait.<br><br></div><div>For two years, three months, eighteen days and twenty hours, Scaramouche waited, watching with his gaze of electro and Inazuman storms. Now you were before him, just within reach, laid down so delicately, delectable and he was so close…you could make out the muted outrage. Even so, as you always did, you tested his limits.<br><br></div><div>“You’re being impatient.” you point out with mild amusement but your shyness was splayed across your face for him to see through the flickering lamplight. The tent lapses into silence, Scaramouche moving on to dispose of his own attire, stripping off the layers of clothing to bare himself to you, pale skin glowing in the moonlight and his violet hair messy from the wedding. His purple eyes focus on you. They look intense.<br><br></div><div>“So?” he scoffs. “Am I not allowed this after my wait?” His hands rest on your shoulder, pushing down on your bed ( he was shockingly gentle, his movements less demanding and more controlled ). You purse your lips, nervously searching his face and look away, the feelings that threaten to burst in your chest spilling from the sides to leave you overwhelmed and struggling.<br><br></div><div>“Go easy on me…this is my first time after all.” you laugh anxiously, quietly pleading for a bit of mercy with your first sexual expeience with someone.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche blinks once, twice then grabs you by the chin to lift your face up and presses a searing kiss on your lips, his legs straddling you down and immobilizing your movement. He pulls away, then leans in for another then another and another, greedily devouring everything you had to offer while his fingers trail down your body.<br><br></div><div>“I will make no such promises.” he finally says with a flat voice. His lips touch your neck next, the feeling is fleeting but electrifying and you instinctively wrap your arms around his shoulders, breathing in and out with anticipation. It tingles at the tips of your toes to your head. He pulls away and you see the smirk on his face while he parts your furisode, the fabric spilling past your arms and onto the sheets. “Besides, it’s my first time too so don’t get too worked up.”<br><br></div><div>Despite his own self-proclaimed inexperience, he smirks with the confidence of a seasoned man and he rubs said confidence in your face when he rolls his hips tantalizingly into yours. He’s already hard, an attestation to the frustrations brimming inside him. You can feel it’s tremble with how a stray pant leaves his lips and his pupils dilate with ravenous want, a look that does little to appease your own arousal — <em>and god rubbing your legs together for some appeasement wasn’t going to work, not with him straddling you like that</em> —<br><br></div><div><em>Oh now he was teasing you.<br></em><br></div><div>He latches onto you, eager bites, eager hands trailing down the rest of your naked body and electro dancing at his fingertips sparking with gentle jolts. You twitch, a shocked moan spilling out of your lips when his touch ghosts across your breasts and you hear his smug chuckle. “Come on now, where is your dignity? I thought a member of the Fatui was meant to uphold discipline?” he taunts, his voice dropping to a softer timbre. His fingers ghost over them again but their contact is more prominent and it drives out another whimper out of you.<br><br></div><div>“Wait — Kunii that’s not —”<br><br></div><div>His teeth sink into your collar, mouth no longer leaving butterfly kisses for you to moan to. You yelp, quickly covering your mouth to hide any impatient sounds and to save yourself of any further teasing but Scaramouche was having none of that, his delicate hand grabbing your wrist and pinning it above you. You sheepishly grin through the haze slowly but surely clouding your mind but you could see Scaramouche’s stare; bright, stern, <em>commanding</em>.<br><br></div><div>“Don’t.” he orders. “I gave you no permission to cover your mouth…” A jolt travels up your thigh leaving you to struggle against his grasp. You chew down at the bottom of your lip and try to buck up against him, hopelessly scrambling for some for of friction on your sex. He pushed you back down into the mattress. He sets the message across.<br><br></div><div><em>No.<br></em><br></div><div>You squeeze your eyes shut and wait for it, just as he wants it, him sliding off of you to pull your legs onto his lap, wrapping them around his slim waist again. Scaramouche bends over you with a mix of glee and anticipation painted across his features and nips at your stomach, hands reaching up to fondle your breasts again.<br><br></div><div>You almost feel like screaming at this point. “God, if you’re so desperate to fuck me then just do it already!” you snap with annoyance. He stops briefly, looking up at you with a deadpan gaze.<br><br></div><div>“Oh trust me, I want to. But the last thing I need is you whining after me for giving a shitty first time.” he waves his hand, wrinkling his nose. You scrunch your face up and the dwarf has the audacity to shoot you a catty grin and <em>laugh</em> at your misery. <em>Typical</em>, you think viciously. <em>How typical of him</em>.<br><br></div><div>“Who’s being impatient now, I wonder?” he muses with his lips lifting at the corners. You freeze up and look away with a defiant point, stopped by Scaramouche’s hand tilting your chin to face him again. “Eyes on me.” he orders, tongue darting out to lick your nipples and thankfully, <em>thankfully</em>, his free hand reaches down below to stroke your wet folds, watching your face and gauging your reactions.<br><br></div><div>Your response was immediate, to your mortification, cheeks immediately heating up and your back arching against him in tandem with that embarrassingly loud moan. He lets out a victorious “Ha!” the pad of his index finger stroking up your slit, aroused, wet sounds filling the silence of the room, save for your panting and quiet mewls. His touch is electrifying, leaving behind a trail of gooseflesh, but between the line of pleasure, you could feel the faint tremble of his limbs and body.<br><br></div><div>Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him against you and press a kiss on his forehead. “Kunii, is something wrong?” You ask, letting out a huff, pelvis rising up when he stroked a particularly sensitive spot.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche’s eyes land on you, your flushed face, one your affectionate gaze and he shakes his head. “Everything is fine…it’s perfect…” he replies, voice shaking slightly but the sincerity was displayed with raw intensity. The sudden vulnerability he showed wasn’t expected but wasn’t unwelcome either and you simply laugh when he noses your neck, hair tickling your cheeks. “I…does this feel good?”<br><br></div><div>“Worried about my safety, are we?” you tease.<br><br></div><div>“Just answer the questuon, stupid.”<br><br></div><div>You shut your eyes, hips rocking against his fingers, a particularly sweet “<em>Ah</em> — !” elicited out of you when he rubs your clit. Your hands reach down, guiding him over that spot at that particular pace and you nod desperately, muscles warm and taut with the growing knot tightening in your stomach. Every twitch, every tremble, the tingle in your fingertips and the way your eyes shut and your chest rises, was fuelled by primal lust burning, <em>burning </em>inside you. “<em>There</em>, right — <em>hgnnn </em>—there!”<br><br></div><div>He almost looks mystified when he stares at the debauched expression, how you burrow into his neck, lips pressing up against his collar as a silent plea for more. You can feel the amused, near sadistic chuckle shaking in his chest and gasp when a finger slips inside your wet cunt, thrusting slowly, deliberately, feeling you tighten around him.<br><br></div><div>“Kunii!” you yelp. He stops, violet eyes sparking with concern.<br><br></div><div>“Fuck — what is it? Did I hurt you or something?” he questions, nearly pulling out of you, but you grab him by the wrist, ceasing his movements with a shake of your head. You feel fluttery, light headed and there’s a smile on your face. Scaramouche’s panic softens even though he does seem mildly peeved.<br><br></div><div>You shake your head. “This is good…really..could you…” You shyly move his wrist, guiding him into you again and he gets the message, rolling his eyes while his fingers fuck into you. “And…curl your fingers up a bit.” His blank, clueless face was enough to have you continue your guidance despite your limbs going limp and pliant.<br><br></div><div>“Like this?”<br><br></div><div>“Yeah…and just…touch my g-spot…”<br><br></div><div>“...<em>what the fuck is a g-spot?</em>” he demands incredulously and you nearly smack your forehead reminding yourself that he only knew so much about this as well. He adds another finger in during your anguish, your walls now stretching out some more. The knot tightens, you let out a high pitched keen, your words being blurted out nearly incomprehensibly.<br><br></div><div>“A spot…it feels different…texture — ahhha!” he heeds your instructions, slowly moving his digits through your walls till he finds it after some deliberation and impatient grunting. His free hand holds down your pelvis when he presses up against it and your sharp, flustered cry was all he needed to assault that particular area with fervor.<br><br></div><div>“Good…” he rasps out, drinking you in, in the throes of pleasure. You feel full, warm, wet and it’s a feeling so scandalous, you can’t help but duck your head down and whine against him with shame. He nips at your neck, clearly unsatisfied with your choice but he keeps moving his fingers ( he always had such pretty hands… )<br><br></div><div>A jolt of electro drives you to the edge, the knot in your stomach snaps and you feel a rush of emotion crash into you like a tidal wave, like a thunderstorm, and it pulls the breath out of your lungs and the feeling in your body save for the overwhelming euphoria that coursed through your head and everywhere, the sight of Scaramouche’s wide eyes and flushed cheeks spearing you with love and lust. Then it slowly recedes and as your vision clears, you see him inspect his hand, glistening against the faint light.<br><br></div><div><em>Oh…<br></em><br></div><div><em>Oh fuck…<br></em><br></div><div>He carefully licks it clean, a groan escaping his lips upon tasting it ( because if your lips were nectar then this? This was ambrosia — ).<br><br></div><div>Greedy indigo clashes with your hues, frantic, hungry whilst he presses his hips against you arduously, a gasp escaping his lips. You grin cheekily when you catch that look on his face, the flush on his skin and the tight grip he had on your waist. “Is the oh-so-intimidating no. 6 of the feared harbingers shy?” you tease. His cheeks only burn a brighter read as his hands slam down into the mattress on either side of you.<br><br></div><div>“You’re forgetting who’s pinning who down.” he warns, with a narrow, slitted glare.<br><br></div><div>Either due to incredible bravery or sheer stupidity, you face it head on, refusing to shut up. “I was joking!” you giggle, reaching up to cup his cheeks. Scaramouche leans into your touch, the starved look in his eyes only intensifying when he slides into you. He lets out a choked gasp while you arch your back ever so slightly at the breach, your eyes fluttering shut and — <em>oh that, yes that felt good but it was too fast, too much</em> —<br><br></div><div>“Kunii, slow — <em>slow down!</em>” you cry out, your voice a little strained and your mind scrambled from the ache and the pleasure coursing through your sex. You feel him shudder above you, his own quiet, restrained grunts sounding out into your ear. It felt so viscerally sinful, a part of you wished to bottle this all up; a guilty little pleasure of sorts to look back to.<br><br></div><div>He grips the sheets with practiced caution, slowing his rushed, desperate pace immediately to slower, drawn out thrusts. Every little sensation was carefully prolonged, allowing you to savor them bit by bit and archons, if your needy, demanding moans gave away the waves of arousal and pleasure coursing through you then you’re certain Scaramouche took this to stride, experimentally angling his hips to rub up against that one sweet spot again.<br><br></div><div>“<em>Tight…</em>” he grunts out. “<em>Wet…and…full…ah</em> — ” his words were halting, eyes squeezing shut while his body shuddered again. He curses a few times under his breath, burying his head into your chest when his thrusts speed up and his hand searches yours. Your fingers tangle with his gratefully, anchoring each other down through the shared euphoria you both experience, one that gradually rose bit by bit.<br><br></div><div>He was far from perfect. There were instances where Scaramouche slipped up in ways that made you hiss from an unwelcome burn, but her fervor and his heated digits caressing your skin while he continues to sink into you made up for it enough. At some point, he let himself moan freely and everything heated up, the air clouding and buzzing, leaving behind trails off goosebumps on your bare legs and arms.<br><br></div><div>“Kunii — ” you moan wantonly, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten and Scaramouche manages a weak nod, gritting his teeth together. He thrusts once more, hitting your g-spot again and the semblance of a victorious smile twitches at his lips on hearing you cry out — archons that felt good, so good — your lips pressing against his shoulder, panting softly.<br><br></div><div>“I’m almost there — ” you plead. “Kunii. I’m — fuck — ”<br><br></div><div>“Watch y…your tongue around — hah — me!” he demands breathily and if his tone and the sloppier thrusts were anything to go by, you knew he was as well. Your heart is slamming against your ribs, blood rushing into your ears and you writhe under him while you feel the knot slowly, slowly unravel bringing you closer and closer to the high you so desperately pleaded for. Scaramouche rocks his hips into you one last time then groans into your shoulder, gripping at your waist.<br><br></div><div>“<em>K-Kunii</em> — !”<br><br></div><div>You feel a surge of warmth pool into you and your hips rise, back arching when you finally reach your release moments after him, legs twitching in tandem with the sharp, exhilarated heaves of your chest. Scaramouches stays still for a few moments, then pulls himself out, a new shine in his eyes. He lays down next to you and you use the last of your strength to turn over and trace his shoulder.<br><br></div><div>“Thank you…” you whisper. “That felt nice…”<br><br></div><div>He huffs, laying a loose arm around your waist. “There is no need to thank me.” he pulls on a cocky grin when he finishes the sentence, the words of gratitude clearly still feeding into his ego. You press a kiss on his cheek.<br><br></div><div>“Let’s rest now…” you say instead, eyes fluttering shut, weariness digging into your bones.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche watches you drift away and snuggles a little closer, blowing out the flame from the oil lamp.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>.% scaramouche drabble !</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Leiwywy/zz8pdghjmmwd76kw/wish/2109420024</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>no because<br></em><br></div><div><em>scaramouche basically fucking throwing you around after a day of you being a little tease in public??<br></em><br></div><div><em>one hand firmly around your wrist pinning you to the bed, the other around your neck lightly squeezing it.<br></em><br></div><div><em>squeals and gasps coming from you as he thrust into you roughly, hesitating for only a moment giving you little to no time to adjust.<br></em><br></div><div><em>only seconds later, you're getting too loud, and you feel his hot breath next to your ear as his hand goes from your throat to your hair, pulling it hard.<br></em><br></div><div><em>you cry out and your vision becomes blurry with tears as he laughs and whispers the meanest things on your ear &lt;3<br></em><br></div><div><strong><em>"you fucking whore. i wonder, would you do this with every man you meet?"<br></em></strong><br></div><div><em>when you couldn't reply at first, overcome with moans and far too breathless, he gave your hair a sharp tug again.<br></em><br></div><div><em>your tears were really falling now as he hissed </em><strong><em>"i asked you a question, slut -- you better fucking answer it, because i could do this all night if i wanted to."<br></em></strong><br></div><div><em>you tried so hard to form a coherent sentence in response, but all you could manage was his name through the sobs and whines.<br></em><br></div><div><strong><em>"s- sc, scaramouche..!"<br></em></strong><br></div><div><em>he grinned and released your hair, instead holding your other wrist down now.<br></em><br></div><div><strong><em>"i'm c- cumming, scaramouche!" </em></strong><em>you gasped. </em><strong><em>"p-please, don't stop, please.."<br></em></strong><br></div><div><em>as your back arched and your walls spasmed around him, scaramouche's thrusts became slower and sloppier as he reached his high as well.<br></em><br></div><div><em>after stuffing your pretty cunt with his cum, he pulled out, let go of your wrists, and brushed a strand of hair from your face almost uncharacteristically.<br></em><br></div><div><strong><em>"well then, doll.. i trust we won't have to learn this lesson again?"<br></em></strong><br></div><div><em>you were too fucked-out to reply with words so you nodded as clearly as you could, panting hard.<br></em><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-23 10:35:20 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>thigh riding with scaramouche</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Leiwywy/zz8pdghjmmwd76kw/wish/2109420453</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<ul><li>Your lover was often so busy working that neither of you got to be intimate as much as you wanted so both of you became creative in finding ways to relieve yourselves.</li><li>Most of the time it was you who wanted some personal time but the harbinger was almost always working so he’d allow you to pleasure yourself as long it didn’t interrupt his work.</li><li>There you sat on Scaramouche’s thigh and rolled your hips to try and relieve some of the wound up pleasure, resting your head on his shoulder and trying your best to hold in your lewd noises.</li><li>“Any noises or mess on my uniform and you’ll get punished.”</li><li>All you had on were panties and a loose fitted top, both things you would’ve loved to go without but that was one of the stipulations that he made you agree to as to not ruin his clothing.</li><li>The dampened cloth separating your clit from any real stimulation irritated you and you tried to make up for it by grinding your cunt against his strong thigh.</li><li>A hand slipped under your shirt to play with your nipples and fondle your tits, building your pleasure and getting you closer to your high.</li><li>You were tipping off the edge and rolled your hips spastically and pinched and pulled your breasts, sending you into your orgasm and clamping your hand over your mouth to quiet your moans.</li><li>“Hm. Looks like you can be obedient if you want to, guess I’ll have to reward you for not making a big mess.”</li></ul><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-23 10:35:40 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>71 with scaramouche</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Leiwywy/zz8pdghjmmwd76kw/wish/2109421508</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>He wasn't pleased with how innocent you pretended to be, always touching him so close to where he wanted it, but never getting there.<br><br></div><div>It was so hard to contain himself when you played around like that, and he just about had enough the moment you two came back home.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche backed you up into the bedroom until your legs hit the bed, making you fall back in shock. "W-What's up with you?"<br><br></div><div>"You've been behaving like a little slut all day, yet played it off like it was nothing" He hisses and grabs you by the cheeks, moving closer. "So I have just the right thing to do to you tonight, my little bitch"<br><br></div><div>He watches in amusement as your eyes shake and hands fist the bedsheets. "I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me."<br><br></div><div>You audibly gulp, desperation evident in your eyes. <em>This wasn't how you intended this to go, but who are you to complain?<br></em><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-23 10:36:32 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>scaramouche・overstimulation</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Leiwywy/zz8pdghjmmwd76kw/wish/2109421897</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>scaramouche twists and turns underneath your gaze, trying to get out from the restraints that bounded him to the chair<br><br></div><div>it felt like it’s been hours since you first started milking his cum, making him spurt out<br><br></div><div>“scara~” you said in a sing song voice “you look uncomfortable, do you wanna stop? is it to much for my baby?”<br><br></div><div>scara gritted his teeth, and started up at you with obvious anger swirling in his eyes<br><br></div><div>“i can handle anything you do! after all, you’re just a weak-!” he’s cut off with a sob, caving in on himself the best he could with how he’s bound to the chair<br><br></div><div>you had stroked his leaking cock upwards and toyed with the slit that’s producing pre cum<br><br></div><div>“i’m a what? care to continue? or you cant handle cumming some more?” you egged him on and that just made him more mad<br><br></div><div>but he couldn’t talk back, not when you’re paying so much attention to him<br><br></div><div>attention that he craved so much that he would cum<br><br></div><div>ropes of white covered your hand and scaras pale, twitching thighs<br><br></div><div>tears streamed down his face from the pain and pleasure he was receiving and he started pleading for you to do more<br><br></div><div>“i-i can handle it! mo-more please!” he sounded so good crying, pleading for more<br><br></div><div>combined with his twitching body you felt like he deserved a reward for looking so pretty<br><br></div><div><strong><em>“of course, anything for my little puppet~”<br></em></strong><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-23 10:36:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>all mine?</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Leiwywy/zz8pdghjmmwd76kw/wish/2109422344</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>scaramouche’s the jealous type.<br><br></div><div>even if you’re just talking to a new fatui recruit, he’d gather all info on the said person and send them to their death.<br><br></div><div>everything happened when the tsaritsa summoned everyone for an important meeting.<br><br></div><div>unknowingly, you had spaced off while staring at a fatui cicin mage. a harbinger’s staring straight at her, it’s normal that she’d get flustered.<br><br></div><div>unfortunately (for both you and the mage), scaramouche set his eyes on the mage, glancing over at you occasionally. his fingers tapped the table impatiently, waiting for you to break eye contact with her. but you didn’t. your head was practically in another dimension now, eyes glazed over.<br><br></div><div>scoffing, he lifted his foot up to rest on your leg. this snapped you out of it, removing your chin from your hand and looking at him.<br><br></div><div>giving him a look that basically screamed, ‘what the hell are you doing?’, you pushed his leg off and rested your head in your arms.<br><br></div><div>he rolled his eyes before moving closer to you, hand resting on your thigh. unbeknownst to his motive, you ignored the way his hand moved up slowly.<br><br></div><div>you shot up from the table as soon as you felt his hand palm your growing erection, capturing the attention of everyone in the meeting room.<br><br></div><div>“is something wrong, (name)?” the first fatui harbinger narrowed his eyes at you, clearly upset that you had interrupted the tsaritsa.<br><br></div><div>“no. i’m sorry, i just… couldn’t breathe for— <em>hah</em>—a second.” a whimper interrupted your sentence as scaramouche— or should i say <em>kunikuzushi</em>— freed your cock from its restraints in the blink of an eye, stroking the tip as it spilled with precum.<br><br></div><div>the tsaritsa’s voice resonated throughout the room gently, “if you need to get some air, go ahead and don’t waste any time.”<br><br></div><div>immediately fixing your clothes, you pushed scaramouche’s hand off and rushed out of the room.<br><br></div><div>childe could only whistle and put his arms behind his head as he noticed the tent in your pants.<br><br></div><div>his reaction amplified by 100 when scaramouche followed shortly, immediately whispering the situation to dottore.<br><br></div><div>you were stomping your way over to an abandoned room at the fatui headquarters, subtly glancing at scaramouche and waiting for him to catch up.<br><br></div><div>when he was near the room, you pulled him in and shut the door immediately, locking it behind your back.<br><br></div><div>once you’d gotten close enough, he chuckled softly, “now, now. i’m sure you’ve learned your lesson, hm?”<br><br></div><div>scoffing, you closed the distance between you two more, pushing a leg in between his own. “<em>my</em> lesson? darling, you <em>humiliated</em> me in front of everyone. for what? for attention? is that what you want?”<br><br></div><div>putting his arms around your neck, he kissed you with desire— a <em>lustful</em> desire—as he slowly applied more pressure onto your leg.<br><br></div><div>he breathed erratically against your lips, and you used this opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth.<br><br></div><div>at this point, whimpers and moans were traveling from his mouth to yours, his hands clasping the back of your clothes harshly.<br><br></div><div>seemingly impatient, his hands fiddled with your pants whilst keeping his mouth connected to yours. scoffing against his lips, you grabbed his wrist harshly before turning him around.<br><br></div><div>his hands were flat against the wall, ass facing you as his back arched unconsciously.<br><br></div><div>“you’re getting a little too excited, aren’t you?” pulling his shorts down, you marveled at the sight of him bare. getting ready to loosen him up, you could only widen your eyes. unexpectedly, he was already loosened up.<br><br></div><div>“seems like someone had fun on his own.” stuffing two fingers in without warning, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as his cock twitched in pleasure.<br><br></div><div>“ah! not there, hah,” his words came out breathless, moans spilling out of his mouth endlessly as you thrusted 2 fingers in him.<br><br></div><div>you tilted your fingers’ thrusts differently, observing scaramouche’s reaction every time. you smirked in satisfaction when he started tearing up, signaling that you’d found his prostate.<br><br></div><div>“more, m-more…” his tongue lolled out from immense pleasure, nails digging into the wall as you continued hitting his sweet spot.<br><br></div><div>in a split second, white painted the walls in front of him, his hole clenching around your fingers.<br><br></div><div>unzipping your pants once again, the balladeer’s eyes could only widen. “what? wait, wait, i just came—!”<br><br></div><div>forcing your cock all in one push, you shut your eyes. he clenched around you so tightly, the hot walls surrounding your dick was pushing you off edge.<br><br></div><div>the room echoed with your grunts and scaramouche’s moans, and slowly the sound of skin slapping resonated.<br><br></div><div>already feeling his orgasm coming, he tried to match your pace by pushing himself back on your cock.<br><br></div><div>“f-fuck,” you pounded into him, watching his cock leak with his semen, “you’re too tight.”<br><br></div><div>his words were incoherent, tears starting to fall from his eyes. his legs were shaking uncontrollably, making you hold onto his hips for support. his breath hitched, choking a moan out as cum spurted from his swollen cock.<br><br></div><div>the clenching got worse, sending you over edge. the grip on his hips were tight, you were sure to see bruises on him after this. pushing in hardly one last time, you shot your cum up his abused hole.<br><br></div><div>after attempting to catch your breath, you decided it was time to clean up already.<br><br></div><div>sighing, “this is what you get for getting so jealous,” you cleaned him up and helped him dress up.<br><br></div><div>the smell didn’t go away, so you just ignored it for now.<br><br></div><div>he was quiet the whole time, gulping every time he had to move excessively. he tried his best not to limp, but unfortunately, he’s failing pretty badly.<br><br></div><div>“scara, you don’t have to pretend.”<br><br></div><div>“i can’t let myself get humiliated by that dumb ginger and child experimenter, so shush.”<br><br></div><div>laughing, you guided him and helped him walk out by putting his arm around your neck and putting your hand on the small of his back.<br><br></div><div>as soon as you got out of the abandoned room, you saw the very three you two despised.<br><br></div><div>signora, childe, and dottore, standing near the room as they conversed.<br><br></div><div>childe walked away from the group and walked past you. but before he did, he whispered something.<br><br></div><div>“<em>next time, you should be more quiet, or else i’ll have to interfere.</em>”<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-23 10:37:16 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>anything related to scara </title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>if anyone asked, you’d say you couldn’t <em>stand</em> scaramouche. he was disagreeable at best - arrogant, sly, and frustratingly smart, with a silver tongue that threw both compliments and insults so fast at you that your head spun. which was why you wondered why you kept coming back to his bed, even though he treated you like dirt. but here you were, <em>again</em>, on your hands and knees before him as he gripped your hips roughly.<br><br></div><div>“c’mon, open your legs. fuck– i know you open them for everyone else!” he smacks your ass in irritation and you yelp, tears stinging your eyes as scaramouche’s handprint burns into your tender skin, your legs quickly moving further apart. he grunts and continues to push into you, each inch of his cock igniting a dull ache from your lack of arousal. if you look behind you, you’d see him kneeling, toned muscles flexing as he shoves his way into your tight pussy. he never bothered with foreplay - a bottle of lube, maybe even a finger or three to stretch you out - much preferring to watch you touch yourself for him, squirming from embarrassment until he caught you off guard and made you cry out his name.<br><br></div><div>your hand shakily reaches down to rub your clit quickly, trying to speed up your arousal as your thighs shake from adrenaline. scara whistles lowly behind you as you cringe. “that desperate?” he murmurs. “i guess i shouldn’t be surprised, fucking a slut like you.” his words cause a flame of arousal to burst within your stomach, and you hate yourself all the more for it - for <em>getting off</em> on the way he treats you, like you’re some common streetwalker instead of a comrade only a rank or two below him.<br><br></div><div>“you know, you’re lucky that i pay any attention to you at <em>all</em>.” you gasp as he squirts a drop of lube on his cock and bottoms out inside you with a quick thrust, the pressure in your pussy increasing as he pushes against your cervix. the feeling overwhelms you, and you can’t help it as your body melts and your thighs spread further for him. scaramouche smiles saccharinely at the sight of you panting like a dog in heat, your body flushed with arousal, his handprint earlier standing out on your skin. “see, this is how it should be. you on your hands and knees before me…” his voice trails off as he pulls his cock out until only the tip is resting in your pussy. “…taking what i give you like a good little <em>slut</em>.”<br><br></div><div>you can’t help but moan loudly as he thrusts back inside you and grabs your hips as he starts fucking you, his fast rough pace catching you off guard. your strangled cries of “<em>oh!</em>” and “<em>sc-scara-!</em>” fill the room as scaramouche knots a hand in your hair and pulls, dragging your head back until your body is bent enough for him to see your face. “open,” he commands, and you comply, wincing a little as he gently spits into your mouth. “swallow,” he says, and you swallow obediently as he shoves your head forward, continuing to ruin your pussy. “what an honour to have me fuck you, huh? a harbinger’s cock in your pussy– <em>ngh</em>!” his voice snaps into a grunt as your cunt spasms around his cock from your fingertips at your clit.<br><br></div><div>“who- who knew that this is what you’d be best at?” scaramouche says breathlessly, his own orgasm on the horizon as you wail his name, the blunt head of his cock punching at your g-spot repeatedly as he slides a hand underneath you to press on your stomach. “terrible at spying, terrible at combat, but you take cock like a fucking <em>champion</em>, hah!” all you can do is slur “<em>yes</em>” in agreement, your fingertips moving in fast hard circles against your sensitive clit, your eyes rolling back and your cheeks burning from shame as you get closer and closer to the tipping point.<br><br></div><div>you groan as scaramouche leans down beside you, purple hair stroking against your cheekbone as he licks at a tear running down your face. “so do me a favour for once in your life,” he starts, “<em>…and be a good cumdump for me.</em>”<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑑𝑛𝑖 𝑖𝑓 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 ♡︎</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>i’m thinking about how scaramouche would keep you in a collar and leash at all times :(( he might even make it a shock collar!! :(( he wouldn’t tolerate any sort of misbehavior without shocking you at the highest setting or choking you with the leash :(( he wouldn’t let you take it off no matter what, even when he gives you your baths!!! :(( whenever you mess anything up near him he’d be quick to call you his “dumb little mutt” and slap you while shocking your cute little neck :(( if he ever did let you take it off, you’d be met with hundreds of pretty purple bruises and small scars from the constant shocks :(( he’s particularly fond of pulling on your leash while he fucks you senseless :(( he lives for the pitiful little moans and whines you manage to choke out, tells you how pathetic you are for clenching around him when he chokes you :(( sometimes, when he feels extra mean, he shocks you with the collar while slapping your clit with his rough, calloused hand :(( he’d make you tell him how much you love the pain, laughing in your face when you lie and tell him you hate it :(( “yeah? you hate it? ‘s that why your cunt is clenching so hard around me? hm?” he’s so mean :(( he’d stop moving, and refuse to touch you until you admit that you love being his pretty little painslut :(( he wouldn’t even let you cum that night!!! he says he hate liars more than anything, and that only good girls who tell the truth get to cum :(( he makes sure to fill you up with his cum though, he can’t have his cute little puppy not bred :((<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>thirsty for scaramouche</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Don't you dare think he would excuse such behaviour as you straddling his lap just when he came back from work. Being a Fatui already requires him to deal with brats all day long, so he doesn't need you to add to that. Maybe some disciplining is in order.<br><br></div><div>You think you're the one grinding on him? Nah babe. He's got such a strong grip on your hips, he's the one making you grind on him at a merciless pace. You feel tired and overstimulated even through the layers separating your already leaking pussy from his dick? Well you should have thought about that before pulling your little stunt on him.<br><br></div><div>He's gonna bite your lips raw, until you feel them become plump with his constant kissing and sucking. Even innocent whimpers of his name won't stop him as he doesn't stop him from marking your neck and collarbone with nasty hickies that would sure to be visible for the next week.<br><br></div><div>"Scara-"<br><br></div><div>"No. You will remain quiet and let me do as I please."<br><br></div><div>He doesn't care what you have to say as he grunts and bounces you on his erection, giving sufficient stimulation for the two of you to get off.<br><br></div><div>Once his dry pants wet with his release, he's sure to strip them off and throw you on your hands and knees, preparing you for some proper fucking.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>mr thief (two) | c.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>When you woke up the following morning, you could feel slickness coat your inner thighs. Despite being hungover, you could recall the wet dream you had. It was vague, but you managed a few distant memories; the gentle touches of the thief’s fingers stroking your clit and the fullness of his cock that made you feel whole when he pressed you down on him. Even the embarrassment of grinding your swollen clit over his thigh like a desperate animal in heat was still evident. It all felt so real that it left your cunt soaking wet.<br><br></div><div>You tried to wash away the heat that burned your cheek by scrubbing your face, but the burning image of the wet dream couldn’t be erased. Even as you bathed, you couldn’t help but press the showerhead to your clit just to quell the swirling need boiling in your belly. Throughout the day, your legs were pressed together, rubbing and squeezing, until the sun fell.<br><br></div><div>You couldn’t believe that a perverted dream of the thief on the news breaking into your home would spark a raging desire–for an entire day no less. When you couldn’t put yourself to sleep, you resorted to taking a few sleeping pills to help you. Once you were cuddled into the comforting sheets of your bed, cunt still drenched with the wet dream lingering, you fell asleep.<br><br></div><div>-<br><br></div><div>Childe puffed out a smoke of cold air as he watched your bedroom light turn off and the shadow of your figure fall into bed. Beside him was his partner in crime, Scaramouche. His face was twisted with annoyance as he squeezed his coat tighter around him. In his mind, he’s cursing Childe for suggesting they’d come out in heavy snow to see some… girl.<br><br></div><div>Childe doesn’t say much. He tugs Scaramouche forward, and they both stumble up to your front porch. Childe picks at the lock until it clicks, and the door creaks open. Scaramouche makes himself at home; he takes off his coat, hangs it beside yours, and then goes straight to the coffee maker to brew something hot.<br><br></div><div>Childe, on the other hand, looks around for you. He walks over to where you and him interacted sinfully. He could already feel his cock stir in his jeans when he lays eyes on the familiar sofa. Sadly, you’re not there.<br><br></div><div>He quietly walks around the house until he finds the door to your bedroom. When he twists the knob and swings it open, the hallway's light washes over your exposed body. You’re wearing a cotton pajama set. They’re cute, he thinks.<br><br></div><div>He approaches you carefully and sits on the edge of the bed, the cushion sinking with his weight. He brings his hand to your face and tilts you to face him. You groan softly. Childe feels his cock stir from the sound. You’re still as responsive as ever.<br><br></div><div>He caresses your cheek lovingly, almost as though he was your lover, coming back home from a long day’s work and admiring his wife as she sleeps. He smiles at the thought.<br><br></div><div>Childe brings his face close to yours and softly plants a kiss to your lips. It’s light as a feather, hardly enough to make you feel anything. But the second he made contact with you, he could feel his stomach twist with anticipation.<br><br></div><div>Childe truly did change. Before, he wouldn’t even put a finger on you, but now—after last night—he couldn’t resist. You were so inviting and responsive, and it was like your pussy was made for him.<br><br></div><div>“What are you doing?” Scaramouche’s voice echoes through the bedroom, loud and threatening.<br><br></div><div>Childe jumps up and twists to look at him. “Shh. We can’t wake her.”<br><br></div><div>Scara’s frown is evident despite the shadow that’s casted by the hallway light behind him. “Is this what you meant when you said you wanted to show me her? Just what game are you playing?”<br><br></div><div>Childe smiles. “No game at all. Let me show you.”<br><br></div><div>Childe moves your body until you’re laying on your back. He then reaches for the waistband of your cotton shorts and slowly pulls it off until your bare pussy is exposed to the cold air.<br><br></div><div>Scara’s face remains blank, but his eyes show that he’s quite interested. When Childe had wriggled off your shorts, Scara noticed how compliant you were. You even slightly lifted your hips despite being unconscious. And when your pussy was exposed and kissed by the chilly air, you hummed softly. Scaramouche was not a pervert, but it was starting to seem unconvincing.<br><br></div><div>“Shame,” Scaramouche says. “It would’ve been nice to see what kind of underwear she uses.”<br><br></div><div>Childe laughs softly. “Maybe get a souvenir so you can touch your cock with it, hm?”<br><br></div><div>Scara’s face twists angrily, but his chest squeezes with agreement. He doesn’t give a reply though. He only watches as Childe dips down and captures your pussy in his mouth.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche tries to imagine what you’re feeling at this moment. Violated? You couldn’t have been, he thinks. Not the way your body shivers and your fingers curling into the sheets of your bed. Your eyes don’t even flutter open. They only squeeze then relax every time Childe’s tongue swirls around your clit.<br><br></div><div>Your responsiveness fully woke Childe’s cock. He presses his pelvis into your sheets to relieve some pressure, but when you sleepily hum whenever his tongue laps at your clit, the more his balls grow heavy with need.<br><br></div><div>Childe drinks the growing wetness of your cunt. You shiver at the way the tip of his tongue tickles your clit and tremble when he captures the bud between his lips and sucks. You taste so fucking good on his buds. He couldn’t get enough of it.<br><br></div><div>When you squeak out the most cutest audible moan, Scaramouche feels his cock tighten in his pants. And when your body lifts slightly off the comfort of the bed and a groggy whine escapes your lips, Scaramouche knows you came—and, shit, he might have come all over his underwear like a virgin watching his first porn.<br><br></div><div>Childe removes his lips from your cunt and glances at Scara. His eyes flicker down to his crime partner’s cock and then back to his face with the most obnoxious cocky look. Scara knows exactly what Childe was going to say next.<br><br></div><div>“Want a taste, comrade?”<br><br></div><div>He sure fucking did.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche finds himself in a position he’d never predict. He has his face buried in your cunt, spelling out letters of his name around your clit as Childe showers your chest with soft kisses. Your breath is heavy and thick, filled with lust—all while you’re asleep.<br><br></div><div>The pills were strong. If they weren’t, you would have felt the slight tug of Childe’s teeth as they grasp onto your hard nipple. Still, the sensations were there and they danced in your dreams of lust and desire. Desire for thieves.<br><br></div><div>Minutes pass and you cum again. Scaramouche is much greedier than Childe. He licks you clean and savors the sweetness of your arousal.<br><br></div><div>You’re exhausted, you think. Your mind is slowly pulling you out. However, the more Scaramouche licks your cunt clean and the more Childe plays with your nipples, it’s hard to wake up from blissful sensations. If you wake up, won’t you be distraught if it was just a dream?<br><br></div><div>“She’s waking up I think,” Childe murmurs against your collarbone. He kisses up your neck and softly licks a corner that causes the ends of your hair to stand. “We should stop.”<br><br></div><div>“Stop?” Scaramouche rises from between your legs, his face glistening with your cum. “We’re just getting started.”<br><br></div><div>“And what do we do if she wakes up?” Childe asks.<br><br></div><div>Despite his wariness, he’s picking your body up and laying your back against his chest. He even goes as far as to tug your legs apart, opening and putting your cunt on display.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche chuckles. “Look at the way she reacts when we touch her body. She’d be thanking us she wasn’t dreaming.”<br><br></div><div>Scara caresses your inner thighs and you shiver and hum, proving his point. Childe smiles and kisses your cheeks. Fine, he thinks. The first night only happened to be a coincidence. Tonight, he’s absolutely sure that you want it.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche senses Childe’s final thoughts and begins to pull down the waistband of his pants and underwear. His cock slaps against him when it’s finally released, and he lets out a long sigh of relief. He positions himself and shuffles forward.<br><br></div><div>The tip of his cock brushes against your folds. To gauge out a needy whine from you, he circles his head against your pulsing clit. He gets what he wants. You whine and your hips lift to meet his cock. Scaramouche lets out a shaky breath. Fuck, he can’t wait to bury himself in your stupid cunt.<br><br></div><div>“Gently,” Childe warns him. “We don’t want our pretty girl to get hurt.”<br><br></div><div>“Ha. Very funny.” Scaramouche brings his thumb and flicks your clit. You flinch. “Gentle? A pretty girl who whines and moans while we use her body as she’s sleeping is a slut who needs to be disrespected.”<br><br></div><div>Childe chuckles darkly. “If she ends up with as much as a small scratch, woken up or not, I won’t allow you to touch her again.”<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche sinks his cock into your cunt, slowly but harshly. You whimper. Childe hears pain, but Scaramouche hears pleasure.<br><br></div><div>“But if she wakes up, and I leave her with a bruise, what makes you think you can keep her for yourself when she wants me to fuck her like this again?” Scaramouche pulls his cock out and then pushes deeper.<br><br></div><div>This time, a shaky and loud moan slips from your lips. It’s almost as if you’re awake. Childe doesn’t want to admit it, but you are enjoying the way Scaramouche disrespectfully fucks you.<br><br></div><div>Your moans come out louder with each thrust and, whenever Childe tugs and plays with your pebbled nipples, you whine and beg. Incoherent words fall from your lips, but both men can clearly hear what comes next.<br><br></div><div>“‘s good. So good,” you whine.<br><br></div><div>Scara feels his balls stiffen. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around his cock. You’re warm and wet and you hug him snuggly. He can feel your walls clenching every time he grinds his pelvis against your swollen clit. He can feel your orgasm coming.<br><br></div><div>“Fuck, this pussy is so fucking good,” Scara groans, picking up the speed of his thrusts and reaching down to grab your hips. “I’m gonna cum in her dumb cunt.”<br><br></div><div>Faster and faster Scara thrusts until he lets go. His cum stains your walls, and he feels your orgasm mix with his before forming a ring around his cock and dripping out. It’s a wonderful sight—Scaramouche feels like he’s just staked his claim on you. You’re his. He owns you.<br><br></div><div>Childe recognizes the look on Scara’s face. He’s seen it before when they come across something valuable that the other wants to keep for themself. Pissed, Childe slides away and shoves Scara to the side.<br><br></div><div>“You didn’t think I would let you have all the fun, did you?” He questions.<br><br></div><div>Scara doesn’t say anything. He only smirks and sits quietly, gripping his cock in his hand. Despite having cum already, he can feel himself slowly grow hard again as he watches Childe sink his cock into your cum-filled pussy.<br><br></div><div>The sound of your wet pussy is so loud and delicious that Scara wished he could have a taste of it again.<br><br></div><div>Childe lets out a sigh of relief when his cock sinks into your pussy. It was just like that night. You’re warm and hug against his length just perfectly, except you’re much more wet because of cumming multiple times—including Scara’s cum inside of you. Still, Childe loves it.<br><br></div><div>Childe’s gentle when he fucks you. His hips pull back slowly before pushing back in just as carefully. Your moans come out soft, and your breath is light. You mewl and whine, and Childe’s brain goes dizzy.<br><br></div><div>You’re so fucking perfect. You sound perfect, you look perfect, and you feel perfect.<br><br></div><div>Childe brings his hips back before meeting yours again, but this time it’s less controlled. “Gods, you feel so good.”<br><br></div><div>Childe was losing his control over himself as he continuously thrusted into your wet cunt. The sound of squelching fills the room, and Scaramouche’s lips part in a breathless sigh as he strokes his sensitive cock to your mewls. When he looks down at your pleasure ridden face, his heart stutters at what he sees.<br><br></div><div>You’re awake.<br><br></div><div>You’re hardly awake. Your eyes are half closed, but he can clearly see the orbs flickering to look at Scara’s hand gripping his cock to Childe panting and groaning as he fucks himself into you. But you don’t fight it. Instead, you reach out and your thumb brushes the head of Scara’s cock slightly, causing him to jerk. Scara lets out a shaky breath and removes his hold on his cock and lets you explore him. Are you fully conscious of your actions? Probably not. But it was clear that you wanted to touch him.<br><br></div><div>Your hand lazily strokes his cock and thumbs at the tip where his new pre leaks out. It’s sticky and coats the pad of your thumb quickly. Scara shudders at your tiny touches. You’re driving him insane.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche takes in your drowsy and lustful state as you continue to play with the head of his cock. He watched your soft eyes soak in the way his cock throbbed whenever you gave a light squeeze and the way he bucked his hips when you circled your thumb over his slit. Were you even aware that you were teasing him?<br><br></div><div>Soon enough, he got impatient and moved closer. His cock brushed against your mouth, his precum glossing over your bottom lip. You looked so pretty like that, he thinks. Like the obedient pet you were, you parted your lips and took Scara’s cock into your mouth.<br><br></div><div>“Fuck. Holy shit.” Scara’s head falls back and his eyes squeezed shut as he feels your hot mouth enclose around his dick. It pulses inside the warmth and it almost feels just as good as your cunt.<br><br></div><div>Scara begins to sink his cock deeper until it touches the back of your throat. You gag loudly, and your eyes begin to brim with tears. Your throat squeezes the head of his cock and Scara swears he can feel your saliva caress every vein and curve of his length.<br><br></div><div>“Such a good slutty mouth for me,” Scara whispers, his hips pulling back and pushing in slowly. “I’m gonna let you swallow every fucking drop of my cum.”<br><br></div><div>Childe hears Scara’s promise and his eyes flicker to finally notice that you’re awake. Your cheeks are coated with tears, but your eyes are sparkling with naughtiness. You’re enjoying this. Childe’s hips stutter and he hunches over your body and he feels his balls tighten. Not even a second later, he spills all his seeds into your soaked cunt and your walls clamp violently against his cock as you cum right after him.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche is not too far behind. With a few final thrusts, his cock drives deep into your throat and he cums. He stays still, letting his seeds flood the walls of your throat until your hand weakly reaches up to scratch his thigh. You can’t breathe, but you made no effort to push him away.<br><br></div><div>After every last drop is dumped into your mouth, Scara moves away with a heavy sigh and smirks down at you. You splutter and cough before taking a deep breath. Childe strokes your thighs to comfort you while Scara peers down at your weak form with pride. Every last drop was swallowed, and Scaramouche appreciated that.<br><br></div><div>“You did so good for us,” Childe murmurs. “You’re amazing.”<br><br></div><div>Childe’s soft, comforting voice makes your eyes heavy with exhaustion. You were already tired, but his voice was an extra drug that lulls you to sleep.<br><br></div><div>When the two men notice you’re starting to fall asleep again, they get out of your bed. Childe takes a damp towel to wipe any excess off and quickly pulls a blanket over your body while Scara finds a used underwear to keep as a souvenir. Slowly, you begin to drift to sleep at the sight of their figures walking toward your bedroom door.<br><br></div><div>“Wait,” you meekly say.<br><br></div><div>Childe hears you and turns around.<br><br></div><div>“Come see me again,” you whisper.<br><br></div><div>You can’t really make out his full appearance, but you notice the loving smile that grows on his lips before you finally fall asleep.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>yours truly,</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Do you think it's a prank?”<br><br></div><div>“Why is that the first thing that pops into your mind?” Keqing sighs as she fixes her makeup in front of a compact mirror, smacking her lips to spread the color evenly. “You're really cute, [Name]. why wouldn't someone like you by now?”<br><br></div><div>Your face burns at the offhand comment. “You're only saying that because we're friends.”<br><br></div><div>Ayaka giggles, twirling a lock of your hair with her finger. “Of course not. You're very adorable! If anything, it'd be more surprising if nobody likes you.”<br><br></div><div>“Who do you think it's from, though?” Ganyu quietly asks from beside you, observing the handful of carnations laying on your desk. Scanning the students currently present in the room, she thoughtfully adds, “maybe someone on the shyer side since they couldn't give it to you directly?”<br><br></div><div>“Or someone who did it to be romantic,” Kokomi suggests, scrutinizing the flowers with keen eyes. “That's quite nice of them.”<br><br></div><div>You hummed in contemplation, trying to figure out who placed it on your table. “Are you sure it's not a prank... or a mistake? You all sit beside me, so maybe they mistook my seat for yours-”<br><br></div><div>“You're the only one who faithfully sits there, [Name]. We don't even have assigned seats so most of us sits wherever,” Keqing clarifies, staring at you with a disapproving look. “Don't deny it. You know it's yours.”<br><br></div><div>“But I can't think of anyone who would like me!” you exclaim in defeat. “I <em>am</em> curious about who gave it, though... I should try to find out who it is...”<br><br></div><div>“More importantly...” Ganyu smiles at you, noticing the blush dusting your cheeks. “Who do you want it to be?”<br><br></div><div><strong>childe:<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>in all honesty, he's your first guess.</li><li>not because you think he likes you or anything! he's just a huge flirt.</li><li>at the beginning of the school year, you hardly got along. you know he's a friendly guy, but it's in the way that... intimidated you. he's part of the “mood maker” clique, attracting attention wherever he goes, and you're not sure if you could handle his energy...</li><li>you preferred to stay away from the spotlight though that's a bit hypocritical considering you're friends with the prettiest group of girls in your year, and he relished in it. you didn't know if you could get along.</li><li>you didn't become friends until you were assigned partners for a project that meant a lot for your grade, and you vowed to yourself if you couldn't be close to him, you should at least be close enough to work together without trouble.</li><li>in the end, you surprisingly hit it off, childe easing the awkward air between you with jokes and random stories to tell about his weird friends. your friendship didn't end when the project did, and you continued to hang out outside of school. you're sure he didn't approach you to get closer to your friends, either; though you had some doubts at first, he was nothing alike with the jerks who tried to use you.</li><li>you're no stranger to the pranks he pulled, nor were you unaware of his flirty nature; he occasionally entertained the lot who fancied him when he attended drinking parties. so it made perfect sense if it was childe who gave those flowers, along with the gifts that followed after. it would just be him messing around again, right? oh, definitely! it wouldn't be the first time he spent his money in reckless abandon, bragging that he has the cash to spare for it.</li><li>but unexpectedly when you bring up the topic, his expression darkens, showing no sign of joking around. he looks a little shocked, too, to know someone was pursuing you.</li><li><em>“it's not from me,”</em> he admits, gently taking your hand. <em>“but it's true that i like you.”</em></li></ul><div><strong>xiao:<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>xiao is one of the people you deliver presents to lol</li><li>due to his intimidating disposition (and the endless amount of nasty rumors swirling about him, thanks to said intimidating disposition), hardly anybody would dare to approach him, daunted by the perpetual scowl etched on his face. he remains as eye candy, but an entity no one could reach.</li><li>you avoided him at first, too. his face is admirable, you can say that much, but you've become somewhat desensitized from having been surrounded by pretty faces 24/7 so you can't really say it's anything new... and yes, you <em>are</em> scared of him to a certain degree. you could never guess what he's thinking.</li><li>you weren't sure if he's as scary as people make him out to be though, since people tend to exaggerate gossip for the sake of shock value. he once defended a middle schooler from high school delinquents (through persuasion and not with fists), but the story somehow twisted into another tale entirely detailing how xiao had brutally wiped the floor with their faces and painted the concrete floor with blood...</li><li>but as intimidating as he might seem, you don't think he's that kind of character. if you overlook his piercing glare and sharp tongue, he's quite decent.</li><li>... you thought that way until you caught him tailing you on your way home.</li><li>he crept up behind you, maintaining a natural distance, but after numerous twists and turns in hopes of leading him away, he had yet to cease heading towards your direction. you wouldn't be so suspicious if you hadn't purposely gone in circles around town, leading back to where you came from — which meant he didn't have a particular destination in mind, and fully intended on being hot on your tail.</li><li>tired of having bated breath waiting for his next move, you gathered all your courage and confronted him directly, cornering him to the nearest wall to assert dominance. xiao seemed startled by your forwardness, and you took his moment of vulnerability as an opportunity to interrogate him.</li><li>unexpectedly, he sheepishly confesses, <em>“i'm not a stalker, i got worried since you're going home this late. haven't you heard about the crime rate these days...”</em></li><li>from there on, you suppose you could say you understood him better. though he's snappy and stern, he's not <em>that </em>terrifying, even sweet at times. when you become proper friends (and you stop suspecting him as your stalker), he saves you a seat next to him, or brings you coffee that you like when he notices you're sleepy in class.</li><li>it wasn't long until everybody came to know you were friends and a girl finally — you guessed it — asked you to send a love letter to xiao in her stead.</li><li>when you gave it to xiao, he was unusually flustered, flushed pink to the tips of his ears. his expression falls flat once you tell him it's from someone else, badly containing the disappointment to show on his face.</li><li>nevertheless, you continue to be friends, and xiao has learned not to expect much from you.</li><li>he's the earliest to arrive in class, so you ask him if he'd seen the person who gave you flowers. with a cold, hard look, he says no.</li><li>he's acting kind of weird, isn't he...</li></ul><div><strong>diluc:<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>the barista in the coffee shop near your university that has to put up with so much bullshit flirting everyday.</li><li>he has to reject people in a roundabout way, and you know he <em>hates</em> it, but of course he has to provide great customer service if he still wants customers right... directly breaking their hearts would only make problems.</li><li>but he takes no shit from rude customers.</li><li>no, <em>you</em> weren't one of them. in fact, diluc quite liked you a bit. first of all, you don't have any romantic interest for the staff, you genuinely enjoy his drinks (he knows because your face is like an open book), and you mind your own business. he tolerates you enough that he can make small talk with you and it doesn't upset him in the slightest.</li><li>so it really ticked him off when some idiot was bothering you in the cafe, starting an argument over a trivial matter that shouldn't be fussed over.</li><li>in normal circumstances, diluc would've done the usual protocol — reason with the angry customer, offer free products, and let them leave the premises peacefully. but the moment he saw the man grab your shoulders and you winced in pain as a result, he didn't even have to think of what to do next.</li><li>cold coffee rained down on the ill-mannered man's head, evoking a surprised scream out of him. his fingers left your body in favor of patting away the sticky liquid from his clothes, and you stared blankly at the seething figure behind him.</li><li><em>“your order,”</em> diluc announced, his voice tinted with rage. then he pretended to remember something, looking at the empty cup in his hand. <em>“oh, i apologize. you ordered it hot, didn't you?”</em> he forced a smile on his face. <em>“would you like me to brew another one for you?”</em></li><li>the man erupted to a new screaming fit, but he was promptly dragged aside. diluc immediately questioned if you were hurt anywhere, his voice a total 180 from before and turning into a soft tone you nearly didn't recognize.</li><li><em>“that stunt you pulled...”</em> you nervously said. <em>“will you be okay...? won't you get, er, dismissed because of it?”</em></li><li><em>“...you don't know i own this place?”</em></li><li><strong><em>“???”</em></strong></li><li>in any case, you've become good friends ever since that incident. so when your secret admirer gives you your customized drink from diluc's shop (that even xiao doesn't know the recipe of!), you ask him if there's a customer who ordered your exact drink that morning.</li><li>strangely enough, he changes the subject.</li><li><em>“he only gave you coffee?”</em> diluc wrinkles his nose.<em> “he's not fit for you.”</em></li><li>he proceeds to shove you a plate of pancakes for breakfast and won't let you talk about that topic again.</li></ul><div><strong>kazuha:<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>the soft-spoken boy working part-time as a florist. as one would expect, his good-looking features attracted customers left and right, just like how a flower allures bees with its colorful petals and sweet nectar.</li><li>he studies in a different university from you, but it's relatively close by and you run into each other a lot. you could say you're pretty good friends; you exchanged contact information and text every other day, phone each other up to have a meal together whenever you're both free, and hang out over the weekend.</li><li>he stirred up some drama with you once. on a rainy day, he invited you to eat lunch together, but you've forgotten to take an umbrella before leaving for school so you told him you'd be a little late 'cause you had to run to the convenience store first. however, he told you not to worry about it and abruptly ended the call.</li><li>fast forward to the afternoon: the glass doors to leave the corridors had a few people lurking by, covering what was beyond. you cocked up an eyebrow in question, confused over what was all the fuss, but then you see that familiar pale hair streaked with bright red.</li><li>kazuha stood innocently by the school gates, a crimson umbrella in hand, and a small bouquet in the other. he checked his wristwatch every few minutes, seeming to be waiting for someone. he completely ignored the gawking stares pinned on his frame, busying himself by humming a quiet tune.</li><li>you hesitantly pushed open the doors, approaching him with wary steps. he immediately perked up once noticing you, beaming brightly to greet you with enthusiasm. he offered you the bouquet, telling you it's nothing more than a small gift the owner had let him craft for free (who mistakenly thought kazuha had a lover, since he was always on his phone texting someone).</li><li>you might have known the reasons behind the present, but nobody else did. and what general implications could gifting a bouquet of flowers have?</li><li>thus, the school's online forum exploded with questions, asking for the identity of the pretty boy standing by their university, and the lucky person he'd given flowers to.</li><li>needless to say it was hard to convince your friends that <em>no</em>, he isn't your boyfriend.</li><li>but that was another issue! the issue NOW is the other bouquet you received, much more recent in nature. after suspecting childe, your next thought was to ask kazuha if he had any buyers who purchased the same flowers you had.</li><li>his lips twitch for a moment, faintly looking displeased. but he flashes a flawless, award-winning customer service smile, covering his initial expression easily.</li><li><em>“no such customer ordered for those flowers that day. but i am curious about this matter... could you humor me and explain more in detail, by any chance?”</em></li></ul><div><strong>albedo:<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>the med student fawned over by students and teachers alike. he's simply brilliant, idolized by the entire student body. though he's mainly studying science, he's been praised for his art as well, his paintings hung in the art room proudly.</li><li>you're not very familiar with him, only knowing him through hearsay. you don't know what he looks like, so you've never confirmed for yourself if he's as beautiful everyone says he is.</li><li>he's well-known but you haven't heard anything bad about him, which is an impressive feat. his name is only ever mentioned in concert with endless compliments.</li><li>you meet him by chance in exam season. unsurprisingly, the library is filled to the brim, tables stacked high with books and each chair occupied by agitated students sipping energy drinks and coffee to stay functional. amidst all the chaos, one student remains radiant and carefree, leisurely flicking pages through his notes. he's situated by a corner table, unbothered by the mindless zombies despite having plenty of free seats beside him and everyone else is squished together like canned tuna.</li><li>and you, carrying binders, books and stationery, are visibly desperate for a place to rest. his eyes leave the words in his notes briefly, beckoning you to come closer. and you, still unaware of his identity, gladly plop on a chair and heave your heavy supplies atop the table. it shakes for a moment as it bears the new weight, rattling his items, and the zombies gape at you in question. ironically, the person you've been bothering is not offended at all.</li><li>you sneak glances at him when you need to freshen your eyes from studying, nauseated by the letters that never seem to come to an end no matter how many paragraphs you've read. you're at awe by his fair skin, not a single blemish in sight, and he doesn't even have dark circles under his eyes. truly mysterious. either he has a magical skincare routine or he's not human. if anything, you'd think he just came from a relaxing vacation, not in the middle of hell week.</li><li>you snap out of your trance, and you scold yourself for being bewitched. you have more pressing concerns, and so you grill more information into your brain, oblivious to the turquoise eyes that begin to stare at you.</li><li>the next encounter comes when exams are finally over, and you celebrate by buying the pricey food set in the cafeteria. the crunch of golden breading is rewarding for your taste buds and you shovel more food towards your mouth, minding your own business.</li><li>the seat next to you is pulled back, and you pause from chewing. it's that guy again, his refined beauty easy for you to recognize. he places his tray on the table, smiling amiably as he asks if it's fine with you should he sit there. you nod, but there's plenty of vacant tables around. it's also pretty weird that he sat next to you, not across...</li><li>well, strange as it is, that's how you befriend albedo. you've yet to learn why he came on so strong, almost aggressive. like he really wanted to talk to you. but whatever.</li><li>the more you learn about him, the more his image of “golden boy” withers away. picture of elegance? the standard of sophistication? sure. but this guy doesn't hesitate to do the weirdest shit sometimes.</li><li>he doesn't fear anything. he puts anything edible in his mouth. one school trip to the countryside taught you a few things. if he's offered fried bugs, he'll eat it. if he's given frog legs, he'll eat it. he doesn't care. he'll eat seemingly anything. because of this, you worry his admirers will put something strange in the food they give him, but that possibility doesn't cross his mind at all. (well. not that he eats it. he rejects gifts most of the time. exceptions are when they come from you.)</li><li>you're starting to think he really doesn't fear anything. when you start to scream in fright like a headless chicken while watching a horror movie, he calmly studies the anatomy of whatever horrifying creature is on screen, questioning their ability to walk when half of their body is split apart. why is he questioning horror movie logic. <em>“ghosts are supposed to be transparent and can pass through walls, how come she can grab the main character's hair and drag him to the incinerator?” “albedo, please.”</em> (he comforts you when you get scared, hiding your face in his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you. he softly whispers in your ear to tell you when the scary parts are over.)</li><li>he's also an overprotective older brother. for good reason, actually. his little sister, albeit cute and outwardly harmless, is an explosive child who likes to make trouble. if he takes his eyes off her for more than two minutes, she will undoubtedly set fire to his little garden.</li><li>she's the reason why he's so observant. he can tell you trimmed your hair because he's all too used to klee chopping off her own hair with craft scissors. he also notices when you feel a bit under the weather. klee is the type to hide her sickness so she could play outside, and albedo would often have to forcibly tuck her back to bed. you're no different. he will, quite literally, drag you to your house and make you rest.</li><li>but aside from being a pain in the ass, his observation skills can help you — surely albedo can make a few guesses for your secret admirer's identity?</li><li>albedo blinks at you, uncharacteristically silent. he purses his lips, and gives you a small smile. he asks a few unassuming questions, things like what traces your secret left behind, or if they'd sent a love letter and he'd check the penmanship to see if he found it familiar.</li><li>he's not the most eager to help, you know that, but you're still slightly disappointed when he says, <em>“sorry, i can't help you with something like that. it'd be better if you figured it out yourself.”</em></li></ul><div><strong>thoma:<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>the cute neighbor living in the apartment next door. just like kazuha, he studies in a different university, but you run into each other a lot because... well. <em>obviously.</em></li><li>you find him rather silly. he'd signed the lease not knowing pets weren't allowed in the premises, and tearfully waved taroumaru goodbye when he moved in. to cope, he started staying at the park near the apartment building, playing with the dogs there and getting hit on by their owners in the process, but let's not talk about that.</li><li>despite being a newcomer, he fit right in with the tenants. he made effort to learn everyone's names and chatted with them whenever presented a chance, thus winning their favor. it isn't a strange sight to see him with middle-aged ladies and looking at home, listening earnestly to their complaints about their husbands or rowdy children. (his hard work pays off when they give him their special recipes and inform him of supermarket deals lol)</li><li>he seems to get along well with old men too, invited to their drinking parties. except thoma isn't good at rejecting alcohol from older adults, so when you save him from such situation — pulling him away from the old men prying into his love life, because <em>surely</em> a good kid like him would have someone to love him dearly — he's become eternally grateful.</li><li>he's honestly too good for his own good.</li><li>exhibit a: thoma is prone to cooking too much food for one person to eat in one sitting, so he tends to invite you to eat his hotpot with him or bring you packaged food you can easily pop into a microwave. after your one act of goodwill, he's become strangely attached to you, pronouncing you best buds. he then admits he used to live with a larger group of people (hence his cooking habits), and he's thankful for your company. (you'd argue you're getting the better end of the deal, receiving free food like this)</li><li>exhibit b: he's always available to help you in your troubles. need a hand with heavy groceries? he's on his way! ran out of soy sauce? just wait a bit, he's gonna grab some from the cupboard! forgot your key inside your apartment? then stay at his place for the meantime before the locksmith comes! your shower isn't working well?... he promises he won't peek in the bathroom, so feel free to take a bath <em>h a h a h a.</em> need someone's opinion on what outfit to wear for a date? sure, he's- <em>wait.</em></li><li><em>YOU'RE GOING ON A DATE?</em></li><li>his face twists weirdly as you showcase two different shirts, asking which one he likes better. you raise an eyebrow when he doesn't dare to utter a single word. <em>“are they both bad?”</em></li><li>he blinks rapidly, then shakes his head laughing. he half-heartedly points to the shirt in your left hand, but you can tell he doesn't really think much of it. he excuses himself fairly quickly, saying he had chores to do, and scurried back to his own home.</li><li>(you were only going to a date with ayaka's older brother because she insisted you both needed a love life, but it's not like you actually feel anything for him.)</li><li>it doesn't end there. thoma acts weird sometimes. he's strangely cold when he sees you inviting kazuha to your apartment to hang out. he also stiffens when he spots xiao walking you home.</li><li>but by far, he acted the weirdest when your phone number called him, but when he answered, he heard a different voice respond.</li><li>it's childe, whom you went drinking with. he doesn't know where you live, and you're not nearly sober enough to return home on your own, and it's not like you'll agree to staying over childe's house. you also refuse telling him your address, so childe is left with no choices but to call for someone he knows.</li><li>he uses your fingerprint to unlock the password in your phone, heading straight for your contact list, and dialed thoma.</li><li>it doesn't take long for thoma to arrive where you are, panting after running for a while, and childe is almost impressed. thoma hoists you up and you obediently wrap your arms around him.</li><li><em>“sorry for the trouble. [name]'s dead drunk as you can see,”</em> childe comments, chuckling to himself. thoma doesn't look amused and replies with, <em>“it's no trouble at all. i'd be glad to help [name] anytime.”</em></li><li>then in a way that almost seems possessive, thoma leaves childe behind.</li><li>so now when you arrive home, bouquet in your arms, red dusting your features, thoma is displeased once more.</li><li>(yet he is envious of those who can freely profess their affections, because he's certain if he were to ever admit his feelings to you, things can never be the same.)</li></ul><div><strong>gorou</strong>:<br><br></div><ul><li>you first suspected childe because you thought the bouquet of flowers was a joke, but if it wasn't and it was real with the intentions of sweeping you off your feet...</li><li>then you might have another suspect in mind.</li><li>gorou is... a funny guy. can you put it like that? you don't know what to think of him. he's nice, you already know that very well, kokomi's good friends with him and told you a few stories about him, all of which are sweet and amusing. your first impression of him was that of a pure-hearted boy that can do no wrong.</li><li>he's younger than you by a year, and kokomi was fairly excited when she first told you he would be attending the same university soon. she promised to introduce you to him in hopes you'd be friends as well.</li><li>and okay, you could get behind that. there's nothing wrong with meeting new people. gorou sounded like a great guy too, and it'd be nice to take care of someone younger. you've been coddled by your seniors the past year as a freshman, and you thought it would only be right if you did the same to the new batch of students.</li><li>so you attended the welcoming party kokomi dragged you into. it was just a small gathering to get the freshmen familiarize themselves with older students, and she told you you'd get to meet gorou there, her eyes carefully scanning the crowd in pursuit of a specific face.</li><li>just as you were reminiscing over the past where your sadistic seniors encouraged you to drink a lot in the last welcoming party, shuddering in fright, kokomi tapped your shoulder and gestured to the brown haired boy standing before you.</li><li>it must be him. per courtesy, your lips curled into a practiced smile, exuding an amicable air. kokomi briefly exchanged a few words with him, but it looked like she was doing all the talking, the male frozen in spot as if he'd seen something strange.</li><li>he stared at you blankly, eyes slightly widened, and you slowly became unnerved with his vacant gaze, your smile faltering. you made eye contact with kokomi, silently questioning her, but she gave a subtle shrug of her shoulders, also confused by his behavior.</li><li>then, completely out of everyone's expectations, he'd dropped to the floor.</li><li>gorou had knelt on the ground with one steady knee, solemn in his endeavors. in an instant, your hand was seized, fingers enclosed in his warm palm. his piercing stare was impassioned, sincere at its core. heat shot up to the tips of your ears.</li><li><em>“marry me!”</em></li><li>his voice resounded in the entire room, earning unwanted attention. the chatter halted immediately, all eyes dedicated to the spectacle that was the both of you, and your mind began to spin, cold sweat dripping down your forehead.</li><li>your voice was caught in your throat, not knowing what to say, and all you could formulate was a garbled string of incoherent mess. undeterred, the grasp on your hand was unrelenting, gorou committed through this act until the very end.</li><li>everyone was thinking the same thing: <em>we haven't even started drinking yet, but this little guy is drunk already??</em></li><li>shameless. crazy. a head with loose screws. you're probably the only one who'd describe gorou that way.</li><li>but what kind of sane man would say that upon first meeting???</li><li>kokomi quickly tried to mediate the situation for him, pulling him away and patting his back to knock him out of his dazed stupor, and pushed you to the farthest corner.</li><li>she vouched for him when she saw your puzzled expression, thinking of him as a weirdo, and she insisted he's normally not that odd. she swears he was never interested in dating before, and she isn't sure what changed for him to... propose... all of a sudden... to <em>you</em>, who he'd barely seen for ten seconds, no less.</li><li>naturally, it feels strange for you to see him. after that disastrous encounter, gorou — who <em>did</em> feel embarrassment for what he did, horrified at his own impulsiveness — tried to make amends, backtracking steps (he skipped way too many and immediately went to propose lol) and treating you normally like a friend of a friend, slowly trying to make the atmosphere between you casual instead of a freezing blizzard that kills off the amicable mood.</li><li>in spite of all that, however, you do feel as if his feelings are actually genuine. he can be clumsy, and incredibly so, <em>you don't know who else could propose to another person within a span of a minute meeting them for the first time</em>, but he means well! you started off on the wrong foot, and maybe this bouquet of flowers is him trying to curry your favor... or something...</li><li>yet all he gives is a disbelieving look, and that's enough to provide a clear answer: it's not from him, and he's upset.</li><li>it,, probably wasn't a good idea to ask someone who likes you about another person who likes you.</li><li>but if it isn't him, who else could it be?!</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>Them reacting to you holding their hand for the first time</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>ZHONGLI</strong> starts feeling smitten all of a sudden, his face reddens up at the sudden action as you're both having a walk through Liyue Harbor. He makes sure to hold your hand very delicately, as if it's a piece of glass, while also having a good grip of it with a little space in between as to not suffocate it<br><br></div><div>-<br><br></div><div><strong>KAEYA</strong> gets all smug about it and throws a smirk at you, "Oh? Aren't you quite the charmer", then takes off his hand to wrap it around your entire arm and intertwine both yours and his fingers together while you both take a walk on the bridge by Mondstat city at sunset<br><br></div><div>-<br><br></div><div><strong>KAZUHA</strong> smiles at the gesture while he gently palms your hand, he eventually embraces you while you both relax and take in the breeze as you both lay in the Crow's Nest of Beidou's ship while he whispers sweet poems and haikus into your ear until you fall asleep on him<br><br></div><div>-<br><br></div><div><strong>THOMA</strong> calmly lets go to readjust both of your hands so his and your wrists are wrapped around one another as he entangles his and your fingers together, while gently rocking both your hands to and fro while you both enjoy a stroll through the lantern lit streets of Ritou together at night<br><br></div><div>-<br><br></div><div><strong>GOROU</strong> immediately looks down at your hand holding his and gets flustered about it, his tail starts to wag uncontrollably and he squeezes your hand to hide his immense embarrassment about it, regardless though he's extremely happy<br><br></div><div>-<br><br></div><div><strong>AYATO</strong> gently removes your hand so he can take off his glove, it's your first time holding his hand so he wants to feel it at his full capacity, he carefully intertwines both yours and his fingers and occasionally lovingly squeezes your hand just to feel it even more<br><br></div><div>-<br><br></div><div><strong>XIAO</strong> is foreign to the touch, he instead flinches at the action. He's new to it so he only holds your middle and index fingers while his face is painted in a light pink blush as he looks away to hide it<br><br></div><div>-<br><br></div><div><strong>DILUC</strong> doesn't seem fazed by the action, he instead takes note of your hand and takes a firm hold onto it while gently brandishing your hand with his thumb, he does seem to get a bit more at ease by it though<br><br></div><div>-<br><br></div><div><strong>ITTO</strong> gets so happy about it and has the biggest smile on his face, he even jumps up a bit at your touch, he immediately starts to laugh a bit as he intertwines yours and his fingers while throwing them back and forth into the air, "Ahaha! We should do this more often!"<br><br></div><div>-<br><br></div><div><strong>CHILDE</strong> raises his eyebrows at you then throws you the biggest grin while chuckling a bit, "Well aren't you getting bold there, huh Comrade?" he says as he gets more smug and gets a good grip of your hand while feeling it up a bit with his fingers<br><br></div><div>-<br><br></div><div><strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong> acts indifferent towards it as he clicks his tongue and looks away, pretending that he isn't interested all while taking his fingers and wrapping them around your hand, his face says otherwise as he fails at hiding the blush layered on it<br><br></div><div>-<br><br></div><div><strong>ALBEDO</strong> seems surprised at the sudden motion, as he grows used to the action he carefully wraps his hand around your wrist then moves down while using his fingers to explore you hand more, he has a content look on his face as he does this and seems to be more at ease<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>—   ( SUMMER RAIN )</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>( interlude )</strong></div><div>“a documentary,” you say, slowly.<br><br></div><div>“yes,” the cameraman says. “it’s only for a month. we’re pairing up the [pair] and we’ll basically filming you throughout the month. just pretend we aren’t there — it’s just a documentary about youth life, and you just go on about your day-to-day lives.”<br><br></div><div>you hesitate. <em>this sounds like a mistake.<br></em><br></div><div><em>it’s one month, </em>a voice in your head whispers. <em>you can do one month, can’t you?<br></em><br></div><div>you clear your throat. “so who’s the other person going to be?”<br><br></div><div><strong>ayato: most proper and least proper</strong></div><ul><li>kamisato ayato has a rep around <strong>inazuma high </strong>and it isn’t necessarily a bad one</li><li>the only thing you know about him is that his family practically runs the town</li><li>and apparently, an asshole</li><li>he has a rep for being closed off – you never see him hang out with anyone other than his sister and thoma. and you’re on good terms with thoma - but you’ve never talked to ayato</li><li>you’ve never had reason to; you’re never in the same class as him, and he always seemingly disappears every time you approach thoma</li><li><em>stuck up ass, </em>is basically what you’ve always thought of him; he often had an air to him that said he’s too good for everyone</li><li>you think he looks down on you because you’re not as prestigious as he is - he’s proper, he comes from a rich family. he probably doesn’t even need the money from the documentary</li><li>still, at first, in the documentary, you try to be friends with him.</li><li><em>it goes horribly wrong</em>.</li><li>on the first day of the documentary, you buy yourself a coffee at the local coffee shop. and you end up buying him one as well</li><li>however, when you try to give it to him, you end up tripping it and spilling it all over his business project that he’s stayed up all night to work on</li><li>there’s a beat of absolute silence as he slowly looks up to stare at you. you swear his eyes are burning holes into your head</li><li>and then he slowly looks back down, grabbing his water bottle, unscrewing the top lid, presumably to take a drink.</li><li><strong>“sorry” </strong>you say, hurriedly. <strong>“i was trying to give you coffee, because i know you always stay up-”</strong></li><li>he dumps the water over your head</li><li>a small shriek gets stuck in your throat, as you get soaked from head to toe</li><li><strong>“i said sorry,” </strong>you say. your voice isn’t angry, still in shock. but the anger rises in your chest all the same</li><li><strong>“oh</strong>.” he looks back down at his project. his voice is nothing short of sarcastic. <strong>“sorry</strong>.”</li><li>and then, at that moment, you decide that you hate this kid. with a burning passion</li><li>and of <em>course </em>he never gets into trouble because nobody would ever suspect ayato of doing something bad</li><li>the only person who sympathizes with you is thoma who just shrugs with a crooked grin and says <em>“he’s sly. there’s a reason he’s never gotten caught</em>.”</li><li>you’re forced to sit in the same classes, next to each other, for the sake of the documentary</li><li>but even through the filming, you’ve never been afraid to tell the camera how much you dislike ayato</li><li><strong>“oh things i hate?”</strong> you ask, staring at the camera. <strong>“kamisato ayato.”</strong></li><li>he doesn’t turn his head to you but you can see his scowl all the same. <strong>“funny, i was going to say the same.”</strong></li><li>your arguments are equivalent to a child’s argument — often times, when arguments spark, they’re accidents like the coffee; it only gives him more fuel to dislike you, and you to dislike him</li><li>once, he decides to give you coffee with a “<strong>sorry :(“ </strong>sticky note attached to it</li><li>and like the fool you are, you decide to drink it</li><li>he watches from outside the door, not being able to resist a smirk</li><li>salt floods your taste buds, but instead of spitting it out, you make eye contact with him in the door and continue to down the entire thing</li><li>ayato also basically has this claim to a parking spot in the school - it’s not <em>technically </em>his, but everyone’s agreed it’s ayato’s spot</li><li>you stole it as soon as you could</li><li>it becomes a competition on who can get to school first to steal the spot. and that leads to both of you being to school two hours earlier</li><li>which means you actually spend a lot of time together ! and soon, your dislike for him, melts into something softer</li><li>you <em>like </em>spending time with him. in fact, you look forward to it</li><li>and you don’t miss how his smiles become fond - sometimes, when you’re on the verge of falling asleep in class, you see him smile softly as you rest your head on his shoulders</li><li>or sometimes, when you wake up, you just find his jacket over your shoulders</li><li>and there’s this one time when someone else makes an off hand comment about your clumsiness</li><li>the next day, the kid doesn’t show up to school. and when he shows up again, his face is bright red and his hair has been dyed green</li><li>when you turn to ayato, he just gives you his signature smirk with a shrug. <strong>“i don’t get caught.”</strong></li><li>you two end up terrorizing your teachers. they never figure out who has been leaving alarm clocks around the building to disturb class, and ayato always turns to you with a fond smile</li><li><strong><em>“how do i feel about y/n now?” </em></strong><em>he breaks into a soft smile.</em><strong><em> “i love them — i couldn’t ask for a better partner in crime. but don’t tell them i said that. i will never hear the end of it.”</em></strong></li></ul><div><strong>albedo: smart &amp; smart</strong></div><ul><li>you’ve never talked to albedo before this - but you’ve noticed him from afar</li><li>you’re both top of your class - both of you competing for number one spot</li><li>he’s never had many feelings towards you, other than the fact that you’re smart. he notices your name on the top scorers of exams, but knows nothing of you other than that</li><li>you never see albedo hang out with <em>anyone </em>- he has a few people he talks to, but none that he ever seems to be friends with</li><li>and it’s not for a lack of trying either - you ask kaeya about him once, wanting to get an idea of who albedo was</li><li>and kaeya just says <strong>“albedo — a strange one. he’s nice. but don’t interrupt him while he’s working. or ask him to hang out. he will always say no. it’s quite embarrassing.”</strong></li><li>but when you talk to albedo, he’s actually quite nice! he’s never been anything but kind to you</li><li>you work together on a lab, and he’s always been patient with you. you’re able to bounce ideas off each other, and you’ve never worked with someone better</li><li>the rivalry doesn’t kick in until the second day. and then <em>oh boy</em></li><li>but you also work at a daycare after school hours — and there, you take care of a child named klee</li><li>and you love klee ! klee’s the best !</li><li>sometimes, you help klee make these little water bombs as pranks to help her terrorize this “big bad brother” she complains about in daycare</li><li>and you share all your knowledge with her</li><li>and then, one day, when klee decides to set off her bombs on “big bad brother” albedo asks klee where she learned to make these new kind of bombs</li><li>klee — the absolute icon she is — isn’t able to keep a secret. <strong>“mx y/n helped me,” </strong>she says, sheepishly, swinging back and forth</li><li>albedo stops. <strong>“y/n l/n?”</strong></li><li>klee shrugs. <strong>“i think. they says they’re your age. i like mx y/n more than you. they let me go fish blasting!”</strong></li><li>so the next day, albedo, naturally comes to ask if you work in a daycare and you know klee</li><li><strong>“yeah, i know klee.” </strong>you chuckle, thinking about her. “<strong>the other day, i helped her make mini water bombs — not a dangerous kind, don’t worry — to prank her brother. she’s amazing.”</strong></li><li>he gives you a deadpan look. <strong>“klee’s my sister</strong>.”</li><li>oh. <em>oh shit.</em></li><li><strong>“and by the way,” </strong>he says, <strong>“i make better water bombs than you.”</strong></li><li>and if to prove it, the next day, you find a container on your desk. and when you open it, water sprays in your face</li><li>and next to you, albedo is chuckling</li><li><em>oh it is so on.</em></li><li>you do most of your pranks through klee, bribing her to prank albedo. and albedo does the same</li><li>you both compete to be klee’s favorite — and whenever albedo comes pick klee up, you both have to tone down on the swearing</li><li>but you two are never <em>mean </em>to each other - it’s always been fun little pranks, with no mean intentions behind it, something you both know</li><li><strong>“how do you feel about albedo?”</strong> the cameramen ask you, once, for the documentary.</li><li><strong>“albedo?</strong>” the cameras don’t miss the small smile that spreads across your face. <strong>“he’s kind. a little closed off, but an absolute menace.</strong>”</li><li>but even though your words don’t say the whole truth, the cameras catch it</li><li>the cameras catch every time when you’re working late in the lab and he brings snacks for you</li><li>or every time either of you don’t understand something, you’re always patient, while explaining it to the other</li><li>or sometimes, during class, if you’ve pulled an all nighter, he’ll let you rest on his shoulder as he takes a little more notes as usual that way you’ll be caught up in class</li><li>and one day, when you’re taking of klee, she tells you</li><li><strong>“my brother says he likes you.” </strong>she grins from ear to ear. <strong>“he says you’re very pretty.”</strong></li><li>needless to say, you played a clip of your documentary at the wedding</li><li><strong><em>“how do i feel about y/n?” </em></strong><em>albedo hums. </em><strong><em>“don’t tell them i said this, but i’m happy klee likes them. i want to make them apart of our family.”</em></strong></li></ul><div><em>more undercut !<br></em><br></div><div><strong>childe: jock &amp; nerd</strong></div><ul><li>you poor soul</li><li>childe is nothing short of arrogant as he takes a seat next to you in class</li><li>he doesn’t talk to you at first, going on his phone. you hardly pay him any mind</li><li><em>maybe it will be fine if he doesn’t talk. please don’t talk. please don’t talk.</em></li><li>but when the class starts, he stretches <em>obnoxiously </em>loud, and pushes over his school stuff so it overlaps with your desk</li><li>you scowl at him. he just grins</li><li><strong>“get your stuff of my desk,” </strong>you say, pushing it back</li><li>he rolls his eyes. <strong>“oh. so you’re one of </strong><strong><em>those </em></strong><strong>people.”</strong></li><li>you scoff. <strong>“what’s that supposed to mean?”</strong></li><li>he only shrugs. <strong>“whatever you want it to mean, comrade.</strong>”</li><li>and here’s the thing — both you and childe are petty as <em>hell</em></li><li>so he will put his stuff on your desk by the tiniest inch just to piss you off</li><li>sometimes, he starts humming under his breath but he hums <em>christmas music </em>in the middle of february</li><li>when you complain about it, he brings in a speaker the next day, and turns it up even louder</li><li>needless to say, you are <em>not </em>happy</li><li>so you make it your personal mission to embarrass him. and of course, nobody’s going to suspect that <em>you’re </em>doing something wrong</li><li>you purposely unplug his earbuds, when it’s clear he’s sleeping in class, so that his music blares throughout the entire class</li><li>or, sometimes, you’ll steal pull his chair back really fast when he’s sleeping, so he falls to the floor</li><li>and throughout all of it, you’re smirking</li><li><strong>“how do i feel about childe? he’s annoying. far too arrogant.” </strong>you say, during the documentary interview.</li><li>but, it all changes, when his little brother teucer comes to your school with his mom to pick up childe</li><li>little does childe know, you know teucer — you used to work at the same daycare teucer went to</li><li>and teucer <em>loved </em>you</li><li><strong>“mx y/n!” </strong>teucer grins at you. <strong>“i didn’t know you went to school with my brother.”</strong></li><li>you laugh, but it’s half hearted. <strong>“you have a brother?”</strong></li><li><strong>“teucer!” </strong>childe says, coming at that exact time. then, he glances between you and teucer. <strong>“do you two know each other?”</strong></li><li><strong>“i used to be his daycare teacher,” </strong>you say, shifting your bag over your shoulder. you eye them both, warily. <strong>“uh, i should get going. really. but it was nice seeing you teucer!”</strong></li><li>after you leave, teucer sighs. <strong>“i wish mx y/n was my sibling. they’d be so cool.”</strong></li><li>and childe gets to hear <em>all </em>the stories about you from teucer, and he finds himself smiling fondly to a lot of them</li><li>the next time he sees you, he invites you to his track meet</li><li><strong>“come on,” </strong>he says. <strong>“i think you’ll like it.”</strong></li><li>you clear your throat nervously. “<strong>i’ve uh — i’ve never been to watch a meet. or a game.”</strong></li><li>his eyes widen. “<strong>nope. no. that is not okay. you’re coming to one — come to the one next week. it’s a home meet. you can sit with my family.”</strong></li><li>so of course you go — and childe meets your gaze in the crowd after his run</li><li>after the game, his parents <em>insist </em>on taking you back home with them to eat lunch — and you find yourself laughing through most of it</li><li>you don’t miss the fond smile that childe gives you as you talk to his family</li><li>he swears his family likes you more than him at this point — and honestly, he can’t even bring himself to be that mad about it</li><li>you end up going to all his meets, and you two end up hanging out a lot even after school hours — you make it habit to walk home with him, just so you can say hi to teucer and his parents</li><li>and one time, when you’re both outside his house, on one of the last days of the documentary, he kisses you</li><li>inside, his parents are cheering</li><li>needless to say, you two now never have problems with sharing desk space.</li><li><strong><em>“how do i feel about y/n? i want to make them apart of my family.”</em></strong></li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>kaeya: flirtiest &amp; most emotionless</strong></div><ul><li>you know of kaeya’s representation—the effect he has on everyone in the school</li><li>you swear, nobody is immune to kaeya’s charms</li><li>most of the time, kaeya flirts unintentionally—it’s just something that happens naturally at this point</li><li>when you first take your seat next to him, he gives you his signature grin that’s made hearts stop before</li><li><strong>“hi, darling,” </strong>he says, holding out his hand. <strong>“i’m kaeya.”</strong></li><li>he’s surprised to see that you aren’t affected in the slightest — your expression remains blank</li><li><strong>“y/n” </strong>you say, shortly, taking a seat</li><li>a small frown grows on his face — one of mostly confusion, but not anger</li><li>the same day, he leans over to whisper to you while you two are doing independent work ( or more … just you doing it, and not him )</li><li><strong>“you know, they say you’re the smartest person in the school,” </strong>kaeya says.</li><li>you scoff. <strong>“nobody says that.”</strong></li><li><strong>“well i believe it.”</strong></li><li>you give him the stink eye. <strong>“if you want the independent work answers, you could just ask.”</strong></li><li>he laughs. <strong>“if you would be so kind, darling.”</strong></li><li><em>darling. </em>you scoff. it’s a second instinct for him to just flirt — you swear, he has no filter</li><li><strong>“i said you could ask. i never said i’d say yes,” </strong>you say, flatly, before resuming your work.</li><li>he scoffs, leaning back in his chair. <strong>“no wonder you have no friends.”</strong></li><li>you raise your eyebrow. <strong>“with people like you? of course not. do </strong><strong><em>you </em></strong><strong>even have friends?”</strong></li><li>he gasps as if it’s an insult to his character. “<strong>people love me. i bet i could have anyone i wanted in this school.”</strong></li><li>you roll your eyes, before returning back to your work. <strong>“not me.”</strong></li><li>he crosses his arms, leaning back. a smirk plays on his lips. <em>two can play a game.</em></li><li>throughout the day, he makes it his goal to try and fluster you — whether it be with compliments, or with an occasional brief touch</li><li>not enough to be creepy — he carefully gages your reactions, to make sure that he doesn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable, but enough to see if he could provoke a reaction out of you</li><li><em>it never works</em></li><li>you never flinch, you never get flustered — you just stare at him, dead in the eye, before continuing your work</li><li><strong>“what’s my opinion on kaeya?” </strong>you hum, thinking of an answer for the camera. <strong>“he thinks he’s charming. he isn’t.”</strong></li><li>kaeya scoffs. <strong>“at least i’m not an emotionless piece of stone like you.”</strong></li><li>you continue to banter — you two are no more than children, really</li><li>you two do end up spending a lot of time together, though — since you two are in the documentary together, you end up spending most of your days together</li><li>you are being filmed basically 24/7</li><li>he walks you to school every morning, always arriving to your meeting spot late, and you roll your eyes</li><li>and during class, you see all the doodles on his paper from when he doesn’t pay attention — but, you quickly learn, it’s not that he doesn’t learn. it’s that he doesn’t <em>need </em>to</li><li>he’s that one kid that everyone hates who never shows up to school and still gets As</li><li>and you quickly learn that he often doesn’t bring lunch with him — when you ask him about it, he just shrugs and says something along the lines of <strong>“i can’t cook, and the person who used to make lunch for me isn’t around anymore”</strong></li><li>but you don’t notice the way his face falls slightly — or the way that he seems a little more withdrawn for the rest of the day</li><li>so one day, when you’re walking to school, you shove him an extra bag of food</li><li><strong>“thanks for the offer, darling, but i don’t need your food.” </strong><em>or your pity.</em></li><li>you scoff. “<strong>you’re so stupid sometimes. it’s extra. if you don’t take it, i’m going to throw it away. or give it to my dog. i made too much ramen yesterday.”</strong></li><li>and for once in his life, <em>he’s </em>the one flustered — because your words are emotionless, but in that way, they are <em>genuine </em>in a way nobody has ever been to kaeya</li><li><em>fuck. </em>he didn’t expect to be the one falling in love</li><li>he falls in love incredibly slowly — it’s the small things you do that he notices. the way you loop your <em>t</em>s in your handwriting, the way you always play with the elastic on your wrist whenever you’re nervous</li><li>or the way you always offer him your extra granola bar, or the times you’ve even slid your worksheet toward him for him to copy off some answers</li><li>or maybe it’s the way you never ask — you never make a big deal when he tells you about his problems, instead, listening quietly</li><li>and slowly, over time, you realize <em>fuck </em>you’ve fallen in love with him too</li><li>it’s the way he laughs — when he <em>genuinely </em>laughs — the way his eyes crinkle at the corner. or the way he tucks in his hair behind his ear whenever he’s about to say something really important</li><li>or the way that when he started keeping elastics on his hand because you always manage to lose your’s. or the way that he keeps an pencil in his backpack ( and the <em>good </em>kind ) because he knows you always lose your’s</li><li>but the tipping point — the tipping point was when, on the final day of the documentary, you realize <em>this </em>was going to end</li><li>because there was no reason for you and kaeya to hang out anymore — usually, you’re not put in the same classes. you don’t have the same friend groups</li><li><em>would kaeya even want to hang out with you anymore?</em></li><li>and that’s terrifying to you — because you don’t know how to be intimate with someone like kaeya is. you don’t know how to initiate a conversation, a friendship, let alone a <em>relationship</em></li><li>and kaeya – of <em>course </em>kaeya realizes you look off. and you’re so <em>not used </em>to people seeing you when you’re down and let alone seeing through your so carefully crafted mask</li><li><em>he sees you like you see him</em>.</li><li><strong>“is everything okay?” </strong>he asks you, when you two are alone</li><li>and he looks at you like he’s <em>genuine </em>— but you know he’s been like that to other people too. you know it isn’t just you</li><li>you know his reputation. but it doesn’t stop the words that come flooding out</li><li><strong>“i don’t want this to end,” </strong>you admit, looking away. <em>how pathetic.</em></li><li>you feel his fingertips — light — turn your chin so you’re looking back at him</li><li>and then, suddenly, he’s embracing you</li><li><strong>“don’t worry,” </strong>he mumbles, quietly. <strong>“who said this would end?”</strong></li><li>when he pulls away, you’re flustered.</li><li><em>huh, </em>he thinks. <em>if this is what being genuine is like, i can do this more often</em></li><li>needless to say, to both of your surprises, he did manage to get you to fall in love with him. but he’s also whipped for you</li><li><strong><em>“my opinion on y/n? well, i think they would kill me if i embarrassed them on a broadcasted documentary, but i didn’t think i’d ever be able to fall in love, until them.”</em></strong></li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>thoma: sunshine &amp; grump</strong></div><ul><li>it’s not that you’re a “gump” — you just tend to be a lot more closed off than most people</li><li>you were voted “most antisocial” in your school superlatives — meanwhile, thoma was voted most social!</li><li>so naturally, they put you two together for the documentary</li><li>he originally thinks that you’re stuck up — you barely spare him a glance when he takes his new seat next to you</li><li><strong>“i’m thoma,” </strong>he says, with the same friendly smile.</li><li>you glance at him at the corner of your eye, barely looking up from your assignment. <strong>“y/n.”</strong></li><li>the same day, thoma accidentally trips into you while trying to make it to the lunch table</li><li>and you both topple to the ground, him landing on top of you</li><li>for a moment, you both lie there, frozen</li><li>and then he’s standing, eyes going wide, profusely apologizing</li><li><strong>“oh my god. i’m so sorry,” </strong>he says, hurriedly. <strong>“i’ll make it up to you, i promise - that was on total accident -”</strong></li><li><strong>“don’t worry about it,” </strong>you reply, standing yourself. you can’t find it in yourself to glare at him or be mean. <strong>“it was an accident.”</strong></li><li>you swear you can hear your friends giggling in the corner</li><li>he makes it up to you by buying you a coffee the next morning to keep you awake in the next class. and all you can give is an awkward <strong>“thanks</strong>” not knowing how else to reply</li><li>at first, he thinks that you’re being cold to him since you still don’t make much conversation, but when he gets to class the next morning, he finds a coffee waiting for him with a “<strong>thanks :)” </strong>written in your handwriting</li><li>he quickly finds out it isn’t that you don’t like him — it’s that you’re just a lot more awkward in your conversations</li><li>so, from then on, he’s always initiating conversation with you!</li><li>out of everyone, you two probably spend the most time together because he thinks that you have to hangout more for the documentary</li><li>( in reality, he’s just trying to spend more time with you but shh )</li><li>he enjoys taking you to the movies! and out for dinner as well</li><li>someone who didn’t know you too well would assume you two were dating — and it’s happened before</li><li>you often find small handmade things from him for you lying around your desk - and you never fail to give him something back</li><li>when people want to ask things of you, they usually ask thoma to ask for them because … well, you’re scary</li><li>but everyone can see how you visibly soften around thoma, and how when he isn’t looking, you don’t stop the soft smile that creeps across your face</li><li>and because you’re so closed off, you’re not used to just plain <em>affection </em>— but one day, when you’re having an off day, thoma instantly notices</li><li>and you’ve always prided yourself in being able to hide your emotions - but thoma sees right through it</li><li>when you two are alone, he asks you if you’re okay — and if you’ll let him, he’ll pull you into an embrace as well</li><li>he’ll poke your cheek and give you the softest smile asking if you want to go somewhere else — thoma’s a firm believer in the fact that food makes everyone feel better, and he’s not against making a home cooked meal for you</li><li><strong>“thank you,” </strong>you whisper in his chest.</li><li>he just laughs, pulling away just to wipe a tear from your cheek. <strong>“you’re not alone anymore. you know that.” </strong>and he’ll press a soft kiss to your forehead that you swear will make you melt.</li><li>once, you overhear him talking during his interview</li><li><strong>“how do i feel about y/n?” </strong>he asks. you don’t miss the smile that graces his features. <strong>“they’re adorable. everyone thinks they’re so scary, but the other day, they got flustered just because i gave them a small bracelet. do you think y/n will let me take them shopping?”</strong></li><li>you two kiss even before the documentary ends — and your relationship continues long after that.</li><li>the company asks you to film another documentary after you two got married</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>xiao: sunshine &amp; grump (flipped)</strong></div><ul><li><em>wow. what an asshole.</em></li><li>that’s your first thought as you see xiao, who doesn’t even say hi as you pull into the seat next to him</li><li>when you introduce yourself, he just gives you a blank look</li><li>but you don’t give up — when it’s time for lunch and you sit together, you try and make small talk</li><li><strong>“do you always talk this much?” </strong>xiao asks, giving you a blank look.</li><li>you freeze. <strong>“sorry?”</strong></li><li>he stares at you, and you see something akin to regret flicker in his eyes. but he doesn’t voice an apology, and instead says, <strong>“i knew this was a mistake.”</strong></li><li><em>he must think i’m a pushover, </em>you think with a scowl. <em>i’ll show him.</em></li><li>so the next hour, when he leaves his phone on his desk, you go through his spotify and like a bunch of songs that he’s never listened to so he’ll get nonsensical recommendations</li><li>and the next morning, you find your netflix account hacked, and all your shows have been reset to the beginning so you don’t know where you last left off</li><li>and xiao’s sitting at his table smirking</li><li><em>oh it’s so on</em></li><li><strong>“what annoys me the most?” </strong>you furrow your brow, during the interview. <strong>“people who buy their clothes at hot topic</strong>.”</li><li>xiao scowls, still sitting next to you. <strong>“people who talk to much are so annoying</strong>.”</li><li>xiao has a representation for being “untouchable” and “scary” but all you can think is that he’s <em>so childish</em></li><li>he’s escalated into stealing things from your pencil case — but he’ll steal a highlighter, and leave the corresponding colored pen so you only have one thing per set</li><li>and when you find yourself without a pencil, you’ll see him smirk and offer you the standard 2B pencils with the sucky eraser heads</li><li>and sometimes, you purposely interfere with his airpods, by connecting them to your phone instead</li><li>and when he uses headphones, you’ll just yank the chord out of the phone so his music will start blaring in the whole room</li><li>he’ll look at you with the most murderous expression, and you’re immedietly running away</li><li>but both of you are laughing</li><li>but, one day, he finds you sitting alone, on the staircase. and your usually so cheerful self, has your head in your hands</li><li><em>you’re crying </em>he realizes</li><li>he takes a seat next to you, and when you look up and notice him, you’re immediately wiping your tears away.</li><li><strong>“xiao! sorry, i was just —”</strong></li><li>he takes you into a bone crushing hug</li><li>and you can’t help but melt into his arms, as he rests his chin on your forehead</li><li><strong>“is this okay?” </strong>he asks.</li><li><em>yes. it’s more than okay</em>.</li><li>from then on, he shows you a softer side of himself — and you show him a side you don’t usually let people see</li><li>he starts walking you to school, and walking you back home as well</li><li><strong>“is that a smile?” </strong>you ask him once, on your way back.</li><li>he quickly turns his face away. <strong>“no. i’m not smiling</strong>.”</li><li><strong>“yes you are!” </strong>you laugh, trying to face him. he looks away again.</li><li><strong>“if you tell anyone, i </strong><strong><em>will </em></strong><strong>take you off my hulu plan.” </strong>but you can both see that he’s still smiling</li><li>you end up spending a lot of time together — and you both become more comfortable talking about your problems</li><li>and every time you talk about whenever someone’s been mean to you, he listens with a blank expression on his face, knowing that he’s going to go grill the person later</li><li>he lets you drag him places, that nobody else would <em>dare </em>even mention to him</li><li>for example, you take him ice skating once, <em>knowing </em>he’s awful at ice skating</li><li>and although he looked quite alarmed when you asked him, he eventually concedes and says yes</li><li>when you’re preparing to leave, he scolds you for not bringing a coat — you just shrug him off</li><li>he tells you that he won’t give you his jacket if you get cold, and you’ll <em>really </em>suffer alone</li><li>but when you start to shiver in the ice rink, when you're putting on your skates, he relents and gives you his jacket without you even asking</li><li><strong>“but you’ll get cold!” </strong>you protest.</li><li>he scoffs. <strong>“do you really think i’m that weak?”</strong></li><li>it turns out, xiao is absolutely <em>awful </em>at ice skating — you laugh, as you skate ahead of him, taking his hand in yours.</li><li>and when he inevitably falls, landing on top of you, your heart stops</li><li>the cameras are there when you two have your first kiss — and when you see him smile, you wonder how you ever thought he was a grump</li><li><strong><em>“how do i feel about y/n now?” </em></strong><em>xiao tries his best to stop it, but he can’t help the small smile that spreads across his face. </em><strong><em>“i’m okay about them, i guess.”</em></strong><em> but the cameras don’t miss his fond smile, or the way it only grows when he sees you enter the filming room.</em></li><li><em>lovers, indeed.</em></li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>How the genshin men fuck you when they find you in Windtrace:</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>[Childe] ♡</div><div>Childe is fast and frantic as he thrusts into you like a primal animal.<br><br></div><div>"A-ah! S-slow down Childe-!" You beg while trapped underneath his weight whimpering.<br><br></div><div>"Can't. Time's gonna end soon and I still have to find the other players." He chuckles darkly, his cock filling you to the brim.<br><br></div><div>You whine pathetically and scratch down the dirt your face was planted on. Childe adores these types of games. Where he's the hunter and has to find his prey. It really gets his blood pumping.<br><br></div><div>So when you decided to participate as well, Childe couldn't control his desire to pounce on you and take you right then and there.<br><br></div><div>"My little trapped bunny~ your cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock." He grunts before speeding his movements and slamming one last time to cum inside.<br><br></div><div>You shudder before your head collapses on the ground. Childe breathes heavily before leaning down to kiss the back of your ear and pulling out.<br><br></div><div>"I'll make it up to you later. Gotta find the other players first."<br><br></div><div>[Xiao] ♡</div><div>Okay so the thing is you thought you had found a good hiding spot right? But then Xiao comes right up behind you and tackles you to the ground.<br><br></div><div>You should've expected it, he hunts demons after all. His keen sense of smell and sight makes it pretty easy to find your trail.<br><br></div><div>Xiao is indulgent and slow as he has his way with you but his thrusts are precise which has your eyes rolling back as you babble nonsense.<br><br></div><div>He's made you cum like what? 3 times now? Which took up most of the time limit but the thing is he doesn't really care about the outcome of the game.<br><br></div><div>All he cares about is that he has you under him and is making you feel good like no other person can.<br><br></div><div>"You tried your best. That's fine." He murmurs while placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lip.<br><br></div><div>You whine and grip his shoulders as his hips rut into your heat. His words were so heartfelt and different compared to his actions.<br><br></div><div>Xiao smiles fondly before gripping your thighs tightly. He knew time would be up soon but he didn't care. "Once it's over, we can continue at the inn. Okay?"<br><br></div><div>[Itto] ♡</div><div>Itto loves games. He plays them with kids all the time!<br><br></div><div>So he was pretty excited to be playing this new windtrace game especially since you would be playing as well.<br><br></div><div>He's slowly creeping up behind you as you hide behind a rock but just before he could catch you, you suddenly lean over it to survey the area.<br><br></div><div>Your skirt rides up exposing your panties as you frown and look around for any sign of him and in a split second, Itto's motives change.<br><br></div><div>You gasp but your hands are held behind you as Itto grinds his crotch into your ass.<br><br></div><div>"I-Itto!" You squeak as Itto grins.<br><br></div><div>"Naughty girl~ what do you think you're trying to do, teasing me in the middle of a game?"<br><br></div><div>And he makes sure you're loud too. He doesn't care if the other players hear you moaning and gasping, worshipping how good his cock feels going in and out of your slippery hole, he relishes in that fact actually.<br><br></div><div>[Albedo] ♡</div><div>Albedo is a dick about it once he finds you.<br><br></div><div>You're on your knees and your jaws ache from how Albedo is using your mouth like a toy.<br><br></div><div>He has a firm grip on your hair and is staring down at you with lidded eyes while explaining everything you did wrong.<br><br></div><div>"This spot you chose was not a smart one. You stood out too much." He mumbles while caressing your cheek with his thumb. "That's why I was able to figure you out so easily."<br><br></div><div>You only muffle angrily and hit his thighs but he only chuckles before groaning at how your throat constricts around his length.<br><br></div><div>"It's okay my pretty dumb baby." He coos while picking up his pace as his balls hit your chin.<br><br></div><div>"Y-your mouth has much better use than that brain of yours." He stutters before cumming and throwing his head back.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>SAYING SOMETHING OUT LOUD.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>DILUC RAGNVINDR.</strong> noctua<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>"i want to marry you someday</strong>." are the words he mutters when all he can do is stare at you, when he thinks you aren't looking. where<strong> diluc ragnvindr's</strong> entire mind goes blank — not a thought behind those pretty, red eyes besides 'oh god oh fuck' when you eventually catch him. <strong>diluc</strong> doesn't want you to know about all the ugly sides of him, about how rough he is around the edges. he doesn't want you to get caught up with him—he can't let the fire burn you like it has burnt everything else in his life.he coughs, and refuses to acknowledge it ever happened despite your countless jabs to get him to say something—to say <em>anything</em>. it's quiet and <strong>diluc</strong> wants so badly to pretend it never happened, to pretend he never said anything because he doesn't want to<em> </em>ruin it—to lose you too. you huff slightly in frustration, and <strong>diluc</strong> resists the urge to laugh despite the situation he's put himself in. it's strange how you can make him smile even when it feels his mind is crumbling.the silence settles and <strong>diluc</strong> can feel the anxiety ripple through his body as he steals a glance in your direction. just as he can get ready to apologize, your finger pulls his hand into yours. "<strong>we don't—we don't need to get married now, but in the future ... will you marry me?"</strong></blockquote><div><strong>KAEYA ALBERICH. </strong>pavo ocellus<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>"i don't know if i love you yet, but if this isn't love then i don't know what is."</strong> are the words he whispers into your hair, on nights where he thinks you're asleep. where <strong>kaeya alberich</strong> is at the breaking point, teetering on the line between loving you and keeping you out.on nights where all he wants is to say i love you without the fear of you understanding. the fear of you loving him because how can you love someone you don't <em>really</em> know? how can you love him if even he doesn't know who he is? you're a breath of relief to him and <strong>kaeya</strong> wants nothing more than to be able to breathe without guilt. his fingers rake through your hair, and kaeya knows—he knows he doesn't deserve to have you in his arms like this, but he can't help but be selfish when it comes to you.you turn your head, your face only inches away from his, before kissing the tip of his nose and holding him tighter. it's there that <strong>kaeya</strong> finally let's himself close his eyes. there's so much you want to say, but for now, it'll have to wait till morning, when he can be completely sure you know what you're saying when you say you love him.</blockquote><div><strong>ALBEDO</strong>. princeps cretaceous<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>"you're my muse."</strong> are the words he replies with, nonchalantly when you ask why you have to sit still, instead of working like jean had told you to. on the days where he finds himself unconsciously writing your name in his notes, sketching your face in the margins. <strong>albedo</strong> doesn't even realize he's said it, he doesn't realize how the words affect you until he looks up from his sketch book to find you staring at him in surprise.<strong>albedo</strong> doesn't understand love, he hasn't even fully grasped the idea of it, but it's obvious to everyone with<strong> </strong>the subtle reminders to take care of yourself because <strong>albedo</strong> doesn't know how to express his feelings any other way. "<strong>is something wrong?</strong>" he asks, concern laced into his tone before you shake your head, a smile growing on your face. "<strong>muse? did you mean that</strong>?" and his mind blanks, before the realization hits him.<strong>"ah i didn't—well, i did mean that, but it doesn't need to mean anything if you don't want it to</strong>." he says in a panic, even if it's not obvious to most. his voice trails off before he finally exhales. you laugh, crouching infront of his sitting figure before pushing the bangs out of his face. his gaze remains focused on you the entire time, an eyebrow raised. his eyes widen, before muttering a quick "<strong>oh</strong>." against your lips. albedo doesn't understand love, but he thinks he can try if it's for you.</blockquote><div><strong>CHILDE</strong>. monoceros caeli<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>"i don't care about the fatui—about work, about my reputation, just—tell me to stay, tell me to come home and ill come home as long as it's you."</strong> are the words he whispers the night before he has to leave, again. <strong>childe</strong> knows he has to—it's his job, his responsibility as a harbinger, but when he sees his family, when he sees <em>you, </em>he can't help but feel like throwing it all away.on nights where he can't let you go, his siblings having to physically pry him off to eat breakfast, on nights where he thinks if he doesn't hold you now he won't remember what your hugs feel like. <strong>childe</strong> doesn't cry—he doesn't want to cry in front of you, in front of his siblings because he's supposed to be strong, but he can't stop it when you make him weak.he buries his face into your neck, promising to give you anything, despite him being the only thing you want. <strong>childe</strong> interlocks your pinkies, he promises a future. one where he won't have to worry about not being there to kiss you goodnight, but for now, you can only whisper your declarations of love till the brink of dawn. "<strong>i promise, ill be here when you come back, ajax."</strong></blockquote><div><strong>XIAO</strong>. alatus nemeseos<br><br></div><blockquote>"<strong>till the day i die—im not going anywhere, not without you.</strong>" in response to a question you'd asked him earlier that day, one he was too afraid to answer. "are you leaving?" you asked, rubbing the tiredness from you eyes, strands of hair sticking out as you watch him from the bed. he knows—<strong>xiao</strong> knows that's not what you meant, not in that context, but the question struck enough fear in his heart that he had left without warning.you lie asleep on his shoulder and <strong>xiao</strong> wonders if he ever really will leave. if one day the guilt that scratches at his throat whenever he says your name will be the last sign needed to push you away, for your own good. the sun is warm on your skin, and <strong>xiao</strong> hopes that somewhere in the depths of your mind, you'll hear the words he's too scared to say while you're awake.<strong>xiao</strong> doesn't make promises, because he knows that there's always a possibility he wouldn't be able to keep them, but as the sun falls on your figure, <strong>xiao</strong> can't help himself. he never can when it comes to you. "<strong>you've stayed ... you've stayed this long, no going back, okay</strong>?" he sighs, and <strong>xiao</strong> can only hope you'll let him stay with you as long as he can. you hand finds it's way into his, interlocking them as you absentmindedly trace shapes into his knuckles. "<strong>no going back."</strong> you mumble into his shoulder before going back to sleep, and<strong> xiao </strong>freezes in shock, before slowly holding your hand tighter, tapping 3 times on the back of your hand. a silent <em>'i love you.'</em></blockquote><div><strong>KAEDEHARA KAZUHA.</strong> acer palmatum<br><br></div><blockquote>"<strong>you're everything. everything compared to whatever this world has to offer."</strong> are the words he says when you ask how his travels went. <strong>kazuha</strong> has never been able to stay in one spot for too long, be it because of the price on his head but because he's always been homesick for places he's never known, for places he's never been to. he's traveled so much, yet he's never been truly at home anywhere, because every time he says he's homesick, he really just misses you. <strong>kazuha</strong> would bring you with him if he could, because atleast that way he'd always be home with you.<strong>kazuha</strong> plants kisses into your shoulder, trapping you in his arms the second he gets home. early in the morning when you've barely gotten ready for the day, adrenaline coursing through him because he's finally home in your arms. <strong>kazuha</strong> talks about the places he's been, wishing he'd brought a kamera so he could show you everything he saw, everything that reminded him of you while he was away. he talks about the people he met—stories that sound so bizarre you have to poke his cheek and ask if he's exaggerating."<strong>huh, they really .. don't come close to being here with you</strong>." <strong>kazuha</strong> chuckles. he talks like he's in a daze when he looks at you, and it's probably because he is. <strong>"you're everything. everything compared to whatever this world has to offer"</strong> he whispers, before laughing in an attempt to distract you from the blush on his cheeks and the things he just said. "<strong>wait what did you say? i couldn't hear you."</strong> you ask incredulously, while he only smiles, planting soft kisses on your neck. "<strong>nothing, nothing</strong>."you roll yours eyes, fighting the smile tugging at your lips. "<strong>for the record, you're my everything too</strong>."</blockquote>]]></description>
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         <title>EARNED IT ! GENSHIN MEN.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>「 albedo. 」<br></strong><br></div><div><strong><em>cold nights up at his camp — </em></strong>sucrose' gone by now, leaving you all alone with the precious blonde. he's working, and you know he's beyond busy as he scribbles so fast you'd think he would've sprained his wrist by now. you shivered as a wave of wind splashed you in the face.<br><br></div><div>he's noticed you're shivering, feeling a bit guilty as your skirt flapped. he's made eye contact with you, gesturing you towards him with two of his fingers.<br><br></div><div>you're up in seconds gently sitting on his stiff lap, "'m so cold, bedo!"<br><br></div><div>he hums, simple fingers found at his chin, nodding down at you. "not to worry.." rather than using alchemy, he lifted himself off his chair, hand holding your hip as the other shoved the start of his pants down. he held his cock in his hand, pushing his thick tip past your labia.<br><br></div><div>he kissed your moan away, the force of your back laying on his desk shoving the stacked papers and pens off. his pants loosened, dropping further. he gulped, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, the golden marking on his neck thumping. his cock stiffened inside your cunt, beginning to curve as your gummy walls pulled him in.<br><br></div><div>albedo will keep you cumming, smearing your cum along his cock, sweet compliments hushed against your ears. "mm— so good for me, keep cummin', yeah?" once he's finally given up and coated his girth with your cum, he'll pull out, dropping his thick ooze of cum on your thighs.<br><br></div><div><strong>「 childe. 」<br></strong><br></div><div><strong><em>simple man, fucking you into the bed — </em></strong>he's<strong><em> </em></strong>taken enjoyment in hearing your muffled lil groans and cries; shoving your warm face down into the sloppy sheets as his cock stretched your cunt out.<br><br></div><div>his hands cup the fat of your ass, spreading them as he watches the way he slides in, your cum smeared on his length once he slides back out.<br><br></div><div>childe's absolutely sick, curtains pulled back, eye blinding sun rays mirroring off your iris. he'll fuck you for hours, acting as though he were a sex deprived whore. cock never softening as your cums' spilt on his sheets. he'll cum in you so much without a single jot of embarrassment, rather amused with how you're hips are bouncing on his hips.<br><br></div><div><strong>「 diluc. 」<br></strong><br></div><div><strong><em>after hours in the tavern</em></strong><strong> —</strong> he's bored, hands smoothing down a rag against washed glasses. yet you sit there, leg swung over the other, he's baffled. taking your attitude into account, "c'mere."<br><br></div><div>you're up in a flash, sweet grin on your face, awaiting a response. "hm?" you lightly hummed, hands kept on each of your sides.<br><br></div><div>gloved hands cupped your chin, "so happy?" a scoff slipped out. "gonna fuck that attitude into you, yeah?"<br><br></div><div>chills skipped down your spine, the sudden feel of your back pounding against the wooden counter shoving a groan past your lips. your thoughts raced backward, collapsing over each other as the cool leathery feel to his gloves nudged at your thighs. "d-diluc..!"<br><br></div><div>he shushed you with his digits, curling his fingers up; the wave of your sigh sending goosebumps down to your inner thighs. "taking the time out of my day to come down here, and yet, not a single helping hand from you." your slick coated the counter, his heavy hand stopping your thigh from closing in.<br><br></div><div>you whimpered, a failed attempt to calm him down. "please diluc, slow down, <em>please</em> baby..." your body flooded in high rising temperatures, the rigid patterns sewed into his gloves bringing you to your high. you gasped— his thumb violating your clit. you couldn't think, muttering not a sound as your rejected thigh thumped against his palms.<br><br></div><div>he'll go on for hours, leaving you crying as your fingers clutch the wood. you're leaking of his cum, fucking his words into you. "love this shit?" he'd laugh, "want somebody to hear you? want 'em to knock on the door, 'n hear you crying on my cock?" he was beyond pussy drunk, slurring his words as he fucked your back straight.<br><br></div><div><strong>「 dainsleif. 」<br></strong><br></div><div><strong><em>against the statue of the seven — </em></strong>he's a man with no shame, twisting your beliefs and ego in ways you'd never imagine them to be.<br><br></div><div>he's got your fingers clutching the stone of the statue, nightfall glistening off your cum displayed back. your moaning, tears sliding down your face as you pushed back on his cock. he's thick, spreading your thighs in massive measures. "d-dain!" you're close, <em>again</em>. you've spit so many sorrys' to Barbatos, his length shoving your face into the cold stone.<br><br></div><div>dainsleif's vicious, cumming on your back as he's saved his last for the last round. he'd taken mental notes, how you're body's slumped, how strained your moans are; and now, you've came once again, crying out his name as gasps follow afterwards. his hands gripped your ass, emptying his balls inside your ruined pussy; he's saved it for so long, its come out so thick!<br><br></div><div><strong>「 kazuha. 」<br></strong><br></div><div><strong><em>hidden room in the crux ship — </em></strong>your elbows are propped up on storage boxes, your legs locked around his waist, pulling him closer and closer. he'll shove his face in your tits, suppressing his moans with the buds of your breasts.<br><br></div><div>every time he'd hear you gasp, he'll quickly move up towards your lips, kissing you gently before your mewls could give notice to the ridealongs.<br><br></div><div>shushed whispers are tickling your ear lobe, "supposed to be on another journey—" a broken laugh interrupts him, "but you feel so good..."<br><br></div><div>kazuha knows he's in the complete wrong, the boxes creaking everytime he fucked you a bit <em>too</em> harsh. once you're body's quivering and you've let a out a heavy moan, he'll gift you an overload of his cum.<br><br></div><div><strong>「 scaramouche. 」<br></strong><br></div><div><strong><em>face up ass down in the living room — </em></strong>much like childe, he'll taunt you, broad daylight peeking through the windows. he could care less if you've got tears trickling down your cute cheeks, he's far too obsessed with the way you're cumming all over his cock. "'m disrespecting you so much, yet like a whore, you're taking this dick so fuckin' good. like getting treated like some sloppy slut?"<br><br></div><div>he'll giggle, mocking the way your ass is clapping on his curved length. his balls slap your skin, drenching you in his seed, "gonna fuck the cum back into ya!" he'a pouring with excitement, fingers pinching your thighs, length driving back into you. "'m hoping somebody sees you."<br><br></div><div>his head 'll tilt to the side, snickering down at your curved back. "with the way you're lettin' me see your pussy, all like this? filthy with my cum?" he'd even began to <em>pity</em> you.<br><br></div><div><strong>「 xiao. 」<br></strong><br></div><div><strong><em>the slab of the kitchen island — </em></strong>xiao's taken a preference for fucking you on that fancy kitchen island, your legs spread open for him, your finger playing with your clit as his tongue does the hard work. he's overly talented, slim fingers fucking your hole as his tongue garnishes your labia in his spit.<br><br></div><div>he'll eat you out 'til you're drenched in his spit, ruining the kitchen as he'll stuff you with his cock. he'll leave you full as though you'd just finished eating an array of meals. stacking rings of cum on the base of his girth. your lips parted as strings of saliva clung onto them, legs resting on his shoulders as his rough hands lead you onto his hips.<br><br></div><div>he'd welcomed you with the soft n tender works of his tongue, simply to finish you off with fucking you hard on that fresh counter. you're leaking of his cum once he's done with you, dripping out your cunt as it's pitterin' n patterin' down onto the granite.<br><br></div><div>「 zhongli. 」<br><br></div><div><strong><em>the kitchen table — </em></strong>like a house wife, he's fucking you in a pretty little dress he gifted you. shoving the chairs out of his way as your tummy pushed up against the table, his large hands cupping your ass.<br><br></div><div>he's vile, packing in girth and length, spreading your legs and ass to fully fuck your pretty lil cunt. he needs a full array of your perfect body, the legs to the table squeaking against the floor.<br><br></div><div>you're covered in sweat, tits slipping out of your dress as he leaned back, a gust of wind following quick behind as he rammed back into you. your lips were covered in your spit, cum gushing out your cunt as he recklessly fucked you. "feel good, sweetheart?"<br><br></div><div>he had a hatred for switching his position, loving the way your cunt pulsed on his length, watching the way his cum immediately spit back out your cunt; bloated is what you were. the flat surface underneath your stomach repelling each serving of his cum.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>#what was that, darling? what did you call me?</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>ZHONGLI</strong> had always been a calm and composed person through and through. With all that he’s been through in the millenia, there is very little that could surprise him by now. But it seems that the same couldn’t be said as he gets accustomed to the ways of mortal life. It was then that he begins to realize that humans—mortal life is full of unexpected events.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Dear, can you come here for a minute?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He supposes he should not have been surprised. After all, you two had been going out together far more often than not. It is safe to say that you both have mutual feelings towards each other.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Yet the calm touch of your voice lets the barriers he had put up in his soul slowly fade away as if the numbness of his scars had begun to recover from its wounds.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>His hand finds your waist as he cracks a smile, “What is it, dearest?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>XIAO</strong> feels a rush wave of warmth travel to his face and his chest hammers almost in an instant. You said “that word” so very smoothly, like it was made for your lips to utter to him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Hmph,” he looks away, arms crossed, “You needn’t call me like that. Those mortal customs do not fall for the adepti, have you no shame?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Like what?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He refuses to answer, but it was as if you knew that he wouldn’t pry on it no matter if he remains bothered for the whole day—probably a whole week, you giggled.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Darling, you still haven’t answered me, would you like an Almond Tofu right now?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>To say that Xiao.exe stopped working is an understatement.<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>VENTI</strong>, staggers, actually, he was too flustered to utter a reply, but of course, he still tries to say something nonetheless. “Ah, you just can’t call me like that!”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Huh?” he hears you chuckle, “What’s wrong with calling you “baby”? Do you not call me endearments too?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“But! You’re just teasing me, aren’t you,” he whines. To him, it didn’t feel fair at all for you to make him feel this way. Such intense feelings that he never thought he’d experience as a spirit in a mortal body., “Is this fun for you, windblume?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>No matter what he says, however, you truly could see that he liked it. If you repeat calling him with any endearment, he may not be as flustered but he’d like it.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>THOMA</strong> didn’t really pay heed to it much, but it did make him surprised, his heart skipping a beat and he freezes for a moment. It was a good thing if you didn’t notice him, but if you did…&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Did I catch you off-guard?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He smiles, “You sure did, it’s a good thing I’m not holding onto something that might break.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>His gaze drops down onto your intertwined hands, squeezing yours before he feels you squeeze his back.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong> immediately looks at you with a confused look—well, he manipulated them in a way you wouldn’t be able to tell how flustered he is.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Scara?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He raises a brow and makes you look at him. By the time you did, however, a smirk curls up his face, “Don’t call me that.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Huh?” this time, it would be you who’ll be left confused.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Have you forgotten already?” he clicks his tongue, “How insolent. Forgetting after calling me by such a hideous name… forget it.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He would never admit it, but he wanted to hear it from you once again.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>KAZUHA</strong> is quite calm, nothing can embarrass this man so easily. Contrary, he will look rather pleased.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Why? Why are you smiling like that, Kazu?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Do I not smile like this often? Dove?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You frown and chose not to discuss it anymore, however, you were suddenly pulled his way, to his chest, making it unable for you to avert your gaze anywhere other than his eyes. His hand reaches up to your face, delicately brushing them on your cheek as he begins to speak.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“My happiness might have reflected on my face more than I thought. May I request you to call me that again? Actually… I prefer it if you call me your love often. Would that be alright with you?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>KAEYA</strong>’s used to calling you endearments, even way before he and you started dating—<em>heck</em>, he even called you “sweetheart” when he first met you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>So by the time you decided to refer to him with one—to get back at him was one thing, after all, he did capture your heart with those flowery words, but… let’s just say it also seems to have slipped from your lips.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“We'd like a Sweet Madame, please. Would that be alright for you, babe?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You were still looking on the menu when you noticed that he had been silent for quite a bit. Deciding to look up and glance at him, he has this smirk and look on his face that makes you embarrassed instead of him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>GOROU</strong>’s ear twitches and he looks at you again, “W-What did you just… call me?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He didn’t want anyone to see him like this again, but it seems that the more he’s with you, it’s a situation that he couldn’t just get away from.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He looked away, but his feelings were obvious with the constant wagging of his tail and the way his ears were flickering.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“It’s… nevermind,” he reaches for your hand and grasped them tight onto his, “do you… do you perhaps want to go somewhere else? There’s a lot of people here, you know… you can’t just call me that when there’s a lot of people.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>DILUC</strong> would act indifferently. It seems that he’s not affected at all, but the subtle hue of pink on his cheeks would speak so much—if you will be able to spot it especially since it blends well with the color of his hair.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“What? Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face, Diluc?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He snaps out of it and shakes his head almost immediately, “Nothing. Let’s… move on?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Silently, he wishes you’d call him by that again.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>CHILDE</strong>, who seems to be comfortable with calling you endearments since the start—even way before you two were in a relationship, would be surprised.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“What did you just call me?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>His tone caught your attention, but instead of making you feel scared with how different and unusual it sounded, you were more concerned.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Why? Did I say something that offended you?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He cracks a laugh, his brows furrowing as he pulls you to his side, securing an arm on your waist, “You’ll never offend me. Now, how about calling me that again? What was it, ‘sweetheart’”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>AYATO</strong>, of course, noticed it. But he speaks none of it, thinking about how natural it sounded to come from your own lips and your voice.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Is this tea up to your standard, love?” he inquires. Maybe he could hear you say it one more time?<br><br></div><div>“Oh, yes, it is. Of course, it’s made by my beloved.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He smiles—maybe a bit wider. For some reason, it all feels so natural—you and him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>ALBEDO</strong> notices it immediately. He was sure he heard you right… but did he perhaps imagine it? He might have misheard…&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“What’s wrong?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Nothing,” he says, but he was still contemplating.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>However, his thoughts soon vanish when he feels your hands on his cheeks, raising his head to make him gaze into your eyes.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I know there’s something in your head right now, honey. Come on, tell me.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He places his hand above one of yours, feeling the warmth of your palms on his cheek despite the coldness of Dragonspine on your skin.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“It’s nothing you should be wary of. I’m just thinking that I should start getting used to calling you with an endearment as well. What do you say, sweetheart?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>┌───────── ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; ·&nbsp; · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊<br><br></div><div><strong>AETHER</strong>… doesn’t seem to be affected? What, is he immune? He’s just acting normal and there is not a single sign that he was embarrassed—even by just a little bit!&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Aether… don’t you like it?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Hm? What do you mean?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Do you not like it when I called you ‘sweetie’? You’re so calm, how can you be so calm…”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>And so you thought. Actually, you should’ve asked him straight away if you knew that he would answer honestly.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You feel him squeeze your hand as he gives you an encouraging smile, “Of course, I did! I… I suppose I did not show it that much, did I? But, I really did, so don’t worry, love. Just call me ‘sweetie’ to your heart’s content.” &nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Dearest” is when <strong>ZHONGLI</strong> soothes you when you’re stressed over a vendor who was scolding him after he came out without a wallet, hand rubbing on your shoulders or wrapping themselves on your waist, trying to usher you away for the fight not to escalate further. But when it does, one look from him is enough for the others to cower away at the intensity they hold despite not knowing his true identity. While “sweetheart” is whenever you two were on bed, relishing each other’s presence and letting the dream world embrace you both. Even if he doesn’t need sleep, you are the one whom he needs—much more than you could’ve ever imagined coming from a divine being such as he.</div><blockquote>“It’s time to close your eyes, sweetheart,” he smiles at you lovingly, “I wish you a goodnight, dearest.”</blockquote><div><strong>XIAO</strong> slips a “(my) angel” whenever he thinks you’re asleep. There are times that you hear it but mostly it’s late at night and you couldn’t wait for him anymore. With a brush of his bare hand over your hair or your cheek, or whenever he was in a moment of being afraid to unconsciously hurt you, he places them above your leg, covered by the blanket where he knows he could not unconsciously cause you harm. Longing, such an unnecessariness for an Adeptus, but it was the very same picture on his eyes, glittering beneath the glow of the moonlight where he knew only he could see these emotions he says he failed to have.</div><blockquote>“Go sleep, my angel, I’ll be here,” he brings his hand on top of your skin—bare, ungloved, just as how he is with his feelings, “May your dreams be of peace and the dark shall leave you be.”</blockquote><div><br></div><div><strong>VENTI</strong> calls you by many endearments. He’s called you “windblume,” “my love,” “my darling,” “my sweet flower,” and a variety of others even if it was just in one sentence. You might even hear him often call you “Hey there, lover!”. However, his favorite is when he calls you “my muse”. There is something rather special about that call—as a bard himself, and also as someone who appreciates you from the inside and out. He thinks you save him just by existing—you are his inspiration, and he wants you to know that each and every time he calls you his muse.</div><blockquote>“Have you got any other else to do today, my muse? Care to join me for a trip in Dadaupa Gorge?”</blockquote><div><br></div><div><strong>THOMA</strong> is rather convinced he’ll marry you in the future. His favorite endearment to call you is “honey.” However, he also thinks that when you two have gotten married, he’ll want to call you “wifey/hubby” just to joke around with you, or tease you whenever he wants to. But what you don’t know is that these are actually what he truly feels on the inside—he wants you not only for now, but if you’d give him the freedom to choose, he’d choose a life of eternity with you on it.</div><blockquote>“Honey, can you pass me the salt, please? Yes, this is Dry-Braised Salted Fish. Do you want me to cook anything else?”</blockquote><div><br></div><div>Very rarely does <strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong> ever call you an endearment. The most he’d call you is “mine,” probably, when he’s feeling extra possessive due to stress or being pushed into the corner. He mutters it in between his kisses or when he nibbles on your skin, trailing his lips where he deems anyone could see just so he could not only prove it to you but to others as well. When he’s feeling confident and teasing, however, he calls you “darling” with a smirk on his face, knowing full well he has caught you off-guard and loving the way you fluster beneath him.</div><blockquote>“Hm? You tired, darling? I thought you’d like to take me on top of Starsnatch Cliff?” he smirks, “What? Want me to carry you or something?”</blockquote><div><br></div><div><strong>KAZUHA</strong> calls you by the things you remind him of. “Dove,” “angel,” “flower,” “sunshine,” or even “butterfly.” It varies, most of the time, for the lips of a poet is something to be wary of—sweet, like a teeth-rotting candy or a chocolate bar you receive in a Trick of Treat. He makes it his mission to make your heart flutter even as seasons pass by, or when you both grow old. He hopes that it would be enough, at least, for you to stay, flying on the winds with him, high above the clouds, soaring like two love birds fated for each other.</div><blockquote>“What must be on your mind, dove? Care to share it to me?”</blockquote><div><br></div><div><strong>KAEYA</strong> calls you “babe” most, if not all the time. It’s been like that probably even before you two had gotten together. It’s something that both he and you had gotten used to that it’s quite difficult to even imagine if he calls you with anything but “babe,” especially in moments that he surely knows he will. Perhaps, this is what he wishes for—consistency, to stay as it is and never falter away. He wanted it not to.</div><blockquote>“You coming with, babe?” he muses, “What now? Are you neglecting your own boyfriend-Ow,” he chuckles, “Alright, alright, groceries first before Angel’s Share, as promised.”</blockquote><div><br></div><div>“Love” is when <strong>GOROU</strong> and you were still a couple, but he dreams of calling you “honey” when he settles with you in the future. It’s sort of traditional for the people of Inazuma to call their spouses with “honey,” based on what he’d observed. He’s fairly affectionate, not afraid of showing them to you even if others are present. His tone, his voice, his eyes; how different they were whenever he calls you “love.” He is certain about this—this relationship that is deemed to be everlasting and boundless. “Love” is what he feels for you, forever, and probably always.</div><blockquote>“Love, there is no need to worry,” he softly says as he reaches and presses a kiss on your forehead, “I will go back home safe. I promise.”</blockquote><div><br></div><div><strong>DILUC</strong> calls you “my love,” but every time you were in public—only during the first few months of being with you, he was still hesitant about it. However as time passed on, it slips out of his mouth easier than it was before, even if other people are present around both of you. In times that this occurs, vendors still couldn’t believe that this young bachelor had finally found the person whom he could finally see himself with to have the courage to step a foot forward and be proud of it. No one else could’ve imagined this moment would come, even him. Yet it did, with you.</div><blockquote>“Are these all you need, my love? Why do you need all these ingredients?” “For dinner tonight, I see. Must you need more?”</blockquote><div><br></div><div><strong>CHILDE</strong> refers to you as “baby” or “babe” or “lovely.” It’s a match between the two of you—who gets to fluster the other more, who will falter first into a fit of embarrassment. There was never a true winner for the both of you, you were each other’s strength and weakness, yet he didn’t mind that. He could tease you all you like, but you could do the same to him.</div><blockquote>“Hey there, lovely,” he greets you with an embrace from behind leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek as he brought his chin on your shoulder, “What is for dinner today? Do you want me to help?”</blockquote><div><br></div><div>“Honey” is when <strong>AYATO</strong> and you are in the privacy of your home, whereas he could act however he wants without being judged nor talked about by others. “My dear” is when you two were out and about—a very rare instance but he insists for your sake, that he’s not a bad boyfriend to not take you on dates like any lover should. He makes it sound so easy, so smooth; as if his voice was made of finest silk, giving them to you and making your heart skip a beat or two.</div><blockquote>“Must you really tempt me away from my work, honey?” he smiles as he pulls you on his lap and lets you encircle your own arms on his neck while his were on your waist, “Perhaps I may take a short break for my dear. What is it that you’d like to do, hm?”</blockquote><div><br></div><div><strong>ALBEDO</strong> has a knack of whispering “darling” next to your ear and seeing what your reaction would be. He has a small smile on his face and maybe even a release of a soft chuckle, his breath fanning themselves on your skin below your ear before adoringly pressing a chaste kiss on them. Physics is when an unconscious pull brings him to you and Chemistry is when he finds himself amused with whatever you do, even if they’re not what he expected them to be most of the time.</div><blockquote>“Busy, darling?” he does it again, his hand carefully placing itself on your shoulder as he lands a kiss on your temple, “Always the hardworker. Can I really not persuade you to look at me for a little while?”</blockquote><div><br></div><div><strong>AETHER</strong>, at first, refuses to call you with an endearment, in fear of you getting attached to him and you both hurting in the process. He cannot handle falling for you and losing you again. Now, however, he tends to call you “beloved,” never failing to always look you in the eye and communicate his love and care for you. Home was where he and his sister were before, but now, he found another person who could truly understand him no matter who he is, was, or will be. You will stay with him, he knows you will.</div><blockquote>“Feeling alright, beloved?” he caresses your cheek, eyes focused on yours, always holding the same care as it did to any other he feels them for, “Tell me what you need and I’ll give them to you. Anything.”</blockquote>]]></description>
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         <title>SINCERELY,</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>zhongli:</strong></div><ul><li>all things considered, zhongli is an unrelated figure to your personal issues, not particularly concerned with such trifling matters. you lived worlds apart, and he’s generally preoccupied by his own studies anyway, too absorbed in his thesis to mind who has a crush on who and whatnot.</li><li>yet it seems as if fate is intent on pulling you two together whether you like it or not.</li><li>you belong in different majors, your lecture halls on opposite sides of campus, and he’s an upperclassman. not to mention <em>the</em> upperclassman everyone looks up to, the senior equivalent of albedo. though he holds an air of benevolence and warmth, he’s unapproachable in the way nobody would dare impose themselves in fear of bothering him with their presence.</li><li>professors only speak of his name in accordance with endless words of praise, and legend has it that any paper he proofreads is guaranteed to receive a high grade… not that anyone could confirm it, since nobody has been gifted that luxury.</li><li>except for you, of course, living the y/n life — you’d been slaving away on your assignments per usual at diluc’s cafe when, in a moment of misfortune, zhongli had crashed into a waiter and spilled his coffee on your papers, soaking pale sheets in brown splatters and smudging the inked sentences you’d painstakingly written for the past hour.</li><li>if only your laptop hadn’t run out of battery, you wouldn’t have resorted to drafting with pen and paper. or you could have done your work in a later date instead of being productive for nothing. <em>fuck.</em></li><li>witnessing your expression crumpled to disbelief and misery, zhongli apologized through offering his assistance in doing your assignment with you. and oh boy, he did it <em>well</em>. it was better than what you could’ve ever done, the insight he provided beyond profound. he was humble even as you showered him with compliments, still looking quite apologetic for the fiasco he caused.</li><li>and. right. it could’ve ended there. after that occasion, you would wave at him if you passed by each other at the hallways, but that’s where the extent of your relationship ended, a pair of underclassman and upperclassman who’d known each other once.</li><li>but of course it’s never that easy.</li><li>he pops up when you least expect it, running into you frequently even though the rumors articulated “you’d hardly get a glimpse of him since he’s busy all the time” clearly. and he’s acquainted with people you know well, just that you never paid attention to it; keqing seems to respect him a lot, so does xiao, ganyu perks up whenever he’s brought up in conversations, and childe sticks to him when given the opportunity. perhaps it was only a matter of time that you begin a friendship with him as well…</li><li>but what’s up with these horribly timed drama tropes you keep experiencing with him?!</li><li>bumping into him and dropping your books to the floor so he offers to walk you to the library, locked into a room when a professor asks you to collect materials for class with him and the door has a faulty knob, getting photographed by a student while you study in the same table and everyone assumes you’re dating,,</li><li>you’ve been seeing <em>far too much</em> of him.</li><li>everyone’s patience has been wearing thin. xiao tries his best to keep his annoyance at bay but fails. childe has resorted to bribing zhongli for free lunch to lead him away from you. albedo straight up drags you to the opposite direction whenever he spots zhongli within vicinity.</li><li>but it’s like there’s a force of nature compelling you to stick right back to him.</li><li>hosting events for college fests had never been your kind of thing, but attention follows you if you’re acquainted with famous people, and keqing was unwilling to be an emcee if she didn’t have a friend alongside her to act as a second host. of course, that meant everyone was deadset on dragging you with her.</li><li>you’re not very keen on standing on a stage to face the whole school like a kid participating in a talent show, but you’ve never been good at saying “no” to your friends.</li><li>hence why you find yourself clutching on a microphone now, blinded by bright stage lights. you would much prefer if you were part of the audience. or if you were in ayaka’s place instead, holding up cue cards behind the curtains.</li><li>there’s some kind of beauty pageant going on, a popularity contest for the prettiest people in uni. votes are collected via online polls, and you’re tasked to reveal the top 10. you don’t doubt for a second your friends will all join you on stage eventually, and you’ve already asked ganyu to drag xiao up the platform if he tries to escape. sweeping off a piece of confetti by your shoulder, you flip open the folden paper in your hand and announce the winning names.</li><li>zhongli steps up as one of the candidates for first place and you faintly hear gasps of awe and high pitched squeals.</li><li>you nod at him in acknowledgement, and he returns the gesture in kind. you head on over to hand him a mic of his own, keqing busying herself by doing the same job for other contestants, and…</li><li>in your carelessness, distracted by fumbling with the paper in your hand to hide it back inside your pocket, you trip over an electrical cord.</li><li>you’ve been waiting the entire night for the time where you’ll eventually embarrass yourself in front of a crowd. perhaps a voice crack in what’s supposed to be a tense situation, a stutter in your words, falling off a stage even, but here it is, even more horrifying than what you could’ve imagined.</li><li>squeezing your eyes shut instinctively, you brace yourself for the hard surface to tumble onto. instead, what meets you is something squishy, someone’s hands gripping around your shoulders, and-</li><li><em>FUCK</em>. you <em>banged</em> your knees on the ground.</li><li>the first thing to pop in your mind is a myriad of swears that could stun a sailor.</li><li>the second is the oddly plush surface your lips had landed on.</li><li>the third is the sight of widened golden eyes. they look very familiar. but you’d rather not think about who they belong to.</li><li>the ugly screech of the microphone dropping to the floor is drowned out by gasps, yelling, and the scandalized choke of keqing behind you. xiao — who <em>did</em> end up being a contender for the stupid popularity contest and is standing only a few meters away, makes an alarming noise that could trigger a person’s fight or flight reaction.</li><li>you hastily attempt to rise to your feet, but the floor is slippery <em>what the actual fuck</em>, and zhongli, oh for fuck’s sake, innocent and oblivious zhongli <em>grabs</em> your hips to keep you steady.</li><li>…..of course the accidental kiss and caught in a compromising position tropes were going to happen eventually.</li></ul><div><strong>kaeya:</strong></div><ul><li><em>“it’s from me.”</em></li><li>your gaze travels from the fresh, new bouquet of flowers emitting a sweet fragrance lying in your arms, and the face of the man currently standing before you, lips curled in what seems to be a supposedly reassuring smile.</li><li><em>“you mean… this and the carnations last time?”</em></li><li>his lips are still firmly quirking upwards, admirably patient in spite of reiterating the same phrase over and over again whenever probed with your repetitive questions.</li><li>still, he doesn’t quite give off the impression of someone deeply infatuated.</li><li>and okay, not to be narcissistic, but you expected a secret admirer to… well, <em>admire</em> you more, yet this person looks as nonchalant as ever.</li><li>and he doesn’t look like the type to profess love through subtle means. at all.</li><li>you’ll be blunt. you’ve heard of kaeya. who <em>hasn’t?</em> whether it be of mischief, or something more scandalous in nature, he’s more or less always involved with trouble, gossip about him traveling fast. it may be an insane prank in the boys’ dormitory or someone he bedded (who’s <em>supposedly</em> out of everyone’s league, yet fell for his charms so easily), you hear of his name quite often.</li><li>it’s just that you didn’t expect you’d associate yourself with him…</li><li>and if you have at least two brain cells to rub together, you can easily piece together the conclusion: this guy is definitely talking out of his ass.</li><li>nobody has ever heard of kaeya pining over someone so badly that he personally sent bouquets and other small gifts to appease them, admiring them from the shadows. it’s so clearly not his style. if he likes someone, he’d flirt with them a bit and cleverly worm his way into their heart, and absolutely <em>not</em> give away presents expecting nothing in return.</li><li>but if he’s not your secret admirer, then for what reason is he pretending like he is?</li><li>you want to seek the truth, and playing along for the meantime sounds like the best option. <em>and this may draw out the real secret admirer</em>, the sly part of you voices internally.</li><li>thinking it’ll be rude to turn him down publicly (since <em>of course</em> he initiated this exchange in the middle of a crowd, and that only gives you more reason to doubt him), you decide to see how things go first.</li><li>if anything, this whole “wooing” business with kaeya seems like it’s done out of spite. does he have a bone to pick with you? or he made one of those stupid “it’ll only take a week for you to fall for me” bets with his friends? hopefully not, because that’s terribly out of trend.</li><li>your indifferent responses do nothing to deter him from sticking to you like glue though, doing this and that to earn your favor. he’s… not doing anything wrong, actually. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s like any other eager guy who wants to receive your love.</li><li>he does a great job of remembering what things you like and dislike, making a habit of inviting you out for a meal in your favorite restaurants every now and then or taking note of what movies you’re looking forward to so you could watch it in the cinema together.</li><li>… it feels more like hanging out with normal friends now.</li><li>kaeya eases into the idea of that notion, too, insisting on meeting you outside of his shady “i’m your secret admirer” business. it doesn’t take too long until you begin to reach out to him as well, inviting him to go shopping with you to look at jewelry together (and dear lord, does kaeya <em>know</em> how to accessorize) or giving him a ticket to the amusement park when kokomi bails on you. (<em>“so i’ m just a rebound? a back-up plan?”</em> kaeya arches a questioning brow, acting deeply hurt to provoke a reaction. you smack his shoulder and he laughs in mirth.)</li><li>(he definitely tries for the “let’s go to the haunted house so you can cling to me when you’re scared” cliche but fails. why does he feel disappointed though…)</li><li>if given more time, maybe the time would come where you’ll both just shrug off the secret admirer thing and continue on normally as friends. it’ll be the last thing on your minds, a joke that never had a punchline. just some prank kaeya didn’t see through the end.</li><li>but then it resurfaces when kaeya had already given you your daily dose of coffee — yes, he somehow knows the secret recipe you like, something you plan to ask him about later — but another cup is waiting at your desk, its once warm temperature turning lukewarm.</li><li>you inspect it, judging for yourself, and you confirm it’s the same recipe you like.</li><li>so this one is from the real secret admirer then, the one who’s still hiding in the shadows. that, or this recipe is just popular.</li><li>the people residing in the same room as you observe the scene with interest, because apparently your romance drama became a spectator sport, stares pinned in kaeya’s direction.</li><li>you knew he was a fraud from the very start, but others do not, and he’s not sure what to say.</li><li>someone else makes the excuse for him.<em> “do you have another person who likes you, [name]?”</em> amber asks innocently, essentially saving kaeya’s ass without her realizing it. you let your gaze shift from her to kaeya.</li><li><em>“…maybe.”</em> you place the two cups of coffee side-by-side, feigning nonchalance.</li><li>if the real secret admirer found out that someone’s pretending to be him, this must be his way of saying kaeya’s a fraud in front of everyone. after all, if he was actually the secret admirer, there’d be no need for kaeya to give you another cup when he’d already placed one on top of your desk.</li><li>and a couple of people already know who the real one is, anyway. xiao just doesn’t want to tell you.</li><li>kaeya sends what seems to be a longing gaze your way but ends up turning away to head to his own classroom. he’d only offered to walk you towards yours, and you didn’t share classes. it gives you more time to ponder how to confront him.</li><li>you didn’t have to. he explained things himself.</li><li>it comes in the time you least expect, a peaceful lunch like any other. he suddenly arrived at your table, tray in hand, and sat opposite of you. <em>“it’s not me,”</em> is the first thing he says, no context at all. he admits the obvious truth and you shovel more food in your mouth in your hopes of hiding how curious you are for what else he has to say.</li><li><em>“but i know who’s been giving you flowers… and the coffee. also the chocolate the other day. i helped him pick out the presents, actually.”</em> and that’s where you choke because that’s not what you were expecting at all.</li><li><em>“he was considering sending a love letter, but i told him you’d recognize his handwriting because you know him very well. and he refused to give a printed letter because he thought it was ‘lacking’ and you deserved better than that.”</em> he scoffed at the thought. <em>“and that’s cute of him. endearing, if you will. but he seriously pissed me off last month and i wanted to mess with him a bit.”</em></li><li><em>“so you… tried to date the person he likes?”</em> your expression sours. that’s a dick move. he immediately shakes his head, as if to say perish the thought.</li><li><em>“not that. i knew for a fact you wouldn’t like me anyway. i was just teasing him,”</em> kaeya huffs. <em>“and he got angry at me. well, it’s a justified reaction. but i didn’t plan on keeping up the charade for long. i only wanted to fool around for a few days.”</em></li><li><em>“and then?”</em></li><li><em>“…i missed the timing to pass it off as a joke. then we started to hang out like friends. but i assured him that you didn’t actually think i was the real secret admirer, so he forgave me as long as i… do some work for him.”</em></li><li>oh. he’s right about that though. and that also explains why kaeya looked so tired recently, helping out a friend with his project as a sincere apology.</li><li><em>“does he plan on revealing his identity anytime soon?” </em>you can’t help but ask, your eager eyes betraying the nonchalance in your voice. kaeya sighs at that, leaning back on his chair and crossing his arms.</li><li><em>“i’ve been trying to convince him to. it’s exhausting to look at him flailing about like an idiot. he talks about you all the time.” </em>he frowns at the way your cheeks color. <em>“you should try luring him out.”</em></li><li>you tilt your head in question. to show his point, he reaches out his arm, grabbing your hand. you let him do as he pleases, even as he brings the spoonful of your meal to his lips, and takes a bite out of it.</li><li>distantly, you hear a metal clatter against the floor and a voice cry out in surprise. you turn your head towards the noise, and you see—</li><li>the hell. it’s just bennett tripping.</li><li>… but it’s not like bennett dropped a metal utensil or anything. he <em>is</em> the one who cried out, though.</li><li><em>“wrong direction, sweetheart. you were supposed to look at the right. what a shame, you didn’t see him picking up his fork like a fool.”</em> kaeya laughs, releasing your hand from his grip.</li><li>he seems strangely reluctant in doing so, but you decide not to look further into it.</li></ul><div><strong>scaramouche:</strong></div><ul><li>at best, he is an unwilling spectator.</li><li>emphasis on “unwilling” because he truly does not wish to see you. like at all. you’re pretty sure he hates your guts, but he’d amassed a lifetime’s worth of misfortune and keeps seeing you… and the guys around you.</li><li>it’s safe to say if your love life was turned into a k-drama, he’d probably seen the entire series.</li><li>he’d walked in on you when childe confessed he likes you, purple eyes narrowed into a sharp glare before he turned on his heel and left the room. he’d seen the way xiao looks at you, starstruck and excruciatingly fond, because <em>of course</em> scaramouche sat beside him in class (long, long ago they settled a mutual agreement to not speak to each other unless necessary, even if they hadn’t verbally discussed it). he’d seen you at diluc’s cafe, too, when diluc poured coffee at the angry customer. scaramouche’s clothes were stained, as he was the customer sitting beside your table.</li><li>he’d seen you with kazuha when kazuha came to pick you up in the rain. he’d seen albedo draw sketches of you in the corner of his notes. he’d seen thoma with you while out for grocery shopping. he’d seen gorou follow after you not unlike a loyal puppy.</li><li>he’s, reasonably, tired of seeing your stupid face and your stupid harem and he <em>hates</em> you.</li><li>by the looks of it, none of your friends like him. especially mona. she had a few arguments with him already. they didn’t mix well, and scaramouche liked poking fun of the astrology she loved, a firm disbeliever of such things. <em>“how is my birthday supposed to dictate my personality? or my relationship status? is this fortune-telling? tell me, then. what’s my lucky color for the day-”</em> and he only shut up when mona landed a clean kick to his shin.</li><li>…yeah. he’s kind of an asshole. the type to scowl 24/7, glare at you for no reason, and bump into you without apologizing. then when you <em>do</em> try to make small talk to alleviate the awkward atmosphere, he scoffs and pointedly ignores you.</li><li>but you can’t blame him for finding you and… the guys following you irritating. you imagine it must be an eyesore for outsiders. there’s already quite a bit of rumors about you going around seducing men (<em>and</em> women, you add, because apparently you can’t be friends with pretty girls without having those kinds of intentions… and yoimiya and ayaka could be somewhat touchy) and rumors are almost always wildly changed with each pass of gossip from one person to another.</li><li>of course your friends don’t believe it one bit and are ready 24/7 to defend your honor, but scaramouche is very obviously not your friend, and he may regard you with something less than pleasing.</li><li>it’s only understandable you’re caught by surprise when you chance upon him picking a fight with people badmouthing you, shoving a boy to the wall with brute force you wouldn’t expect from someone his size. (you berate yourself for making fun of his height in this kind of situation.)</li><li><em>“shut the fuck up,”</em> scaramouche drawls out, fisting the boy’s shirt collar. <em>“your voice is grating to the ears. surely, you have better things to do than yap nonsensical bullshit out in the open?”</em></li><li><em>“what’s your fucking problem?!”</em> the guy responds, panicking within his grip. <em>“it’s not like we were talking about you! don’t think so highly of yourself!”</em></li><li>that prompts a scoff from him, and he tightens his hold on the boy’s collar. he immediately shuts his mouth, thinking it better not to retaliate. scaramouche’s glare promises something beyond simple violence if he continued to act prideful.</li><li>somwhat satisfied by the fear glistening in the guy’s eyes, scaramouche finally releases him. <em>“scram.”</em></li><li>the group runs off, and you quickly duck behind a wall to hide from his sight as he walks away. you’re not sure what to feel, conflicted by his usual prick demeanor and shockingly kind(?) actions behind the scenes.</li><li>unfortunately, your confusion reflects directly on your face. after a handful of times catching you staring at him, he finally snaps, <em>“what do you want.”</em></li><li>your expression twists into something complex, and scaramouche’s frown deepens.<em> “uh… no, it’s nothing, really…”</em></li><li><em>“you’ve been looking at me all day. do you take me for a fool?”</em></li><li>your face sours. so much for planning to thank him. maybe he didn’t stand up for you and actually just found the noisy gossiping annoying enough to choke a guy and pin him to the wall. if it’s scaramouche, it isn’t too far-fetched at all.</li><li>and what were you going to say to him, anyway? it’s not like he explicitly stated he did it for you. it would be beyond mortifying if you thanked him for it and he clarified that little detail, thinking you were stuck-up enough to assume the world revolves around you.</li><li>… no, that’s too much overthinking, isn’t it…</li><li><em>“well?”</em> scaramouche impatiently taps his foot, raising an eyebrow expectantly. you hold back a defeated sigh and decide to stay put.</li><li><em>“sorry if i made you uncomfortable. i was, um, looking at…”</em> who does he sit with again? <em>“xiao!” </em>you mentally apologize to your friend, using his name as an excuse.</li><li>impossibly, he becomes more irate than before, his taps ceasing into a calm quiet. the silence pierces more than the tense conversation prior.</li><li>without another word, he walks away.</li><li>…well. okay. that was safely evaded.</li><li>life continues on per usual. you don’t interact for the next week, and you want to leave it at that.</li><li>except your life is a joke. a romantic comedy you never wanted to be a part of.</li><li>…you’re assigned to a group project. with him. with <em>childe</em> too, no less. the childe who confessed his love to you not too long ago and you still have problems wrapping your head around it, not sure how to talk with him like you did before.</li><li>amidst this drama, scaramouche is stuck smack dab between you. he’s unquestionably furious.</li><li>he’s present when childe looks at you in the same excruciating way xiao does. he’s present when childe tries to make jokes to ease off the tension, and it doesn’t work in the slightest. he’s present in the lingering gazes, awkward pauses when you graze fingers as you hand materials to each other, and reluctant conversations that never last any longer than seven clipped sentences.</li><li>scaramouche feels <em>wronged</em>. had he committed a war crime in his past life to deserve this despair?</li><li>and you. you just want to get this over with. collect information, make a powerpoint, and present in front of the whole class. easier said than done.</li><li>the three of you together doesn’t sit right with you, but left with only two isn’t any better either. childe and scaramouche don’t get along if you leave them long enough for an argument to brew. scaramouche hates you and doesn’t fill the silence when childe leaves for a bathroom break. childe tries too hard to talk when scaramouche leaves for a coffee break.</li><li>when the first day of working together ends, you nearly cry tears of joy.</li><li><em>“i can walk you home,”</em> childe offers out of goodwill. it’s certainly not because he has other intentions in mind, he’s just concerned since it <em>is</em> pretty late.</li><li><em>“we take the same bus,”</em> scaramouche speaks, for the first time joining your conversation.<em> “we can go together.”</em></li><li>childe smiles in relief, lifting a hand to ruffle your hair. then he stills. old habits die hard. damn.</li><li>for his sake, you don’t comment on it. you walk out of the library, scaramouche in tow.</li><li>the stroll to the empty bus stop isn’t a comfortable one, but at the very least, you’re accompanied by an acquaintance and you don’t have to feel anxious being alone. you take a seat as you wait but scaramouche chooses to remain standing, placing a fair amount of distance between you.</li><li><em>“…you haven’t made up?”</em></li><li>his voice is small, almost swallowed by the howling winds. you’re surprised he wants to talk about it, but you laugh. <em>“we didn’t fight or anything.”</em></li><li><em>“fighting would’ve been better,”</em> he replies. <em>“an apology could still repair your relationship. but there’s nothing you can do if you don’t see him that way, and he can’t see you as a friend.”</em></li><li>you look down at your feet, heels resting firmly against the pavement. <em>“yes… it’s tricky. i don’t know how to act around him. i don’t want to hurt him, but… maybe not rejecting him is painful, too.”</em></li><li><em>“then turn him down properly.”</em></li><li><em>“it’s not that easy…”</em></li><li><em>“would you rather him still have hopes for a chance with you and eventually get disappointed instead of dealing with it once and for all?”</em></li><li>he makes an excellent point. it’s reasonable enough… but you don’t know how to bring it up with childe. not now. not yet. you’ll have to think about it properly, the way to reject him with the least amount of discomfort from his side.</li><li><em>“receiving relationship advice from you… if someone told me this would happen today, i’d think they’ve gone mad.”</em> you chuckle. <em>“do you deal with friends whining about hardships like these often?”</em></li><li><em>“apparently, they think of me — someone who has no interest in dating — as the perfect person to consult for relationship problems.”</em></li><li><em>“hm? you don’t date? do you like anyone, at least?”</em></li><li>he gives you a look. it’s perfectly blank, devoid of his usual arrogance or irritation. you blink at him, the pause in the conversation stretching too long to be comfortable.</li><li><em>“you could say that. but i don’t… try things i know won’t work out.”</em></li><li><em>“…like?”</em></li><li>he rolls his eyes. <em>“think about it this way.”</em> he removes his hands from his pockets, approaching your seated figure. he comes startlingly close, mere centimeters away, and his fingers curl around your wrist. your lips part and close, and you wonder if he’s trying to kiss your knuckles-</li><li><em>“if i told you now that i like you, with this many people who like you too, there’s no way i’d win, is there?”</em></li><li>it’s an example, you tell yourself. you asked him a question and he answered it.</li><li><em>“…so the one you like is popular…”</em></li><li>but his gaze looking directly into your eyes is too earnest, too honest. sincere. light reflects against the violet pools, a turbulent storm clouding within.</li><li>you neither nod nor shake your head. the bus arrives and you scramble to get on it.</li><li>scaramouche pulls you by the wrist when you nearly trip over the small set of stairs, leading you to a pair of seats. if you have something to be grateful for, it’s that he doesn’t try to talk anymore, using the pair of headphones resting by his neck for the rest of the ride.</li></ul><div><strong>itto:</strong></div><ul><li>itto barges into your life in a whirlwind of chaos.</li><li>it comes in the form of a stray volleyball plummeting towards your back, and the sheer force behind it knocks the wind out of your lungs. your knees buckle and you kneel on the floor, heaving violent gasps of air. the searing pain makes you wonder if you broke your spine.</li><li>distantly, a screech bellows from the court. a figure almost flies past the gymnasium’s doors to check on your condition. <em>“are you okay?!”</em> it’s gorou, you realize, his eyes blown wide with panic.</li><li>you don’t want to worry him and say you feel as if you’ve permanently shattered a bone, but your back hurts like a bitch and you tell him so, <em>“fuck me with a hammer, did a bowling ball crash into me or something?”</em></li><li>he ignores your interesting choice of words and answers, <em>“my friends and i were playing volleyball, i’m so sorry! we didn’t see you there at all!”</em></li><li>you steer your sight to the gymnasium entrance and <em>oh my god</em>. the doors aren’t especially massive, and one of them is even closed, so what are the chances you walk past the small space and precisely get slammed by a stray ball? it’s gotta be lower than a five star drop in gacha.</li><li><em>“can you stand?”</em> gorou holds up a hand for you to take but you really can’t move away from your fetal position without an explosion of ache jolting through your body. he’s three seconds away from offering to carry you when someone else beats him to it.</li><li><em>“did you get hurt?!”</em> a blur of white hair passes through your eyes, and you blink up at an unfamiliar man. gorou’s friend, you’re guessing, most likely the one who injured you too — that powerful force from the volleyball could only come from someone like him. tall, athletic, muscular. he’s ripped. shredded. probably tore your muscle fibers too.</li><li>you don’t let the pain cloud your mind. <em>he didn’t mean to kill you</em>, you remind yourself. you stretch your lips into a smile, but it may just look like a grimace.</li><li>however, with a gentleness you didn’t expect from him, he carefully hoists you on his back. oh. he’s strong. and really warm.</li><li>…sticky with sweat too, but you’ll try not to mind it too much…</li><li><em>“i’ll carry you to the infirmary!”</em></li><li>your brain clears up from the haze of agony. <em>“…wait, you don’t have to-”</em> before you get another word in, he rushes to the clinic, and you bypass many, <em>many</em> people. you settle for hiding your face as best as you can.</li><li>after proper treatment, he gives you a serious apology. you learn his name is itto, and you instantly recognize him. you’ve heard of the name itto before, that one popular student on a sports scholarship for basketball, but he’s known more for goofing off with other sports teams. he’s broken a <em>lot</em> of windows when he played baseball… and probably also broke bones of other people when he roughhoused too much on the soccer field. it’s just that he’s insanely talented, enough for most people to overlook his troublesome tendencies.</li><li>anyhow, famous or infamous, you can’t tell yet. but he’s very much willing to make up for your injury.</li><li>a free meal would honestly suffice just fine, but even after that, he insists on following you around, offering his assistance whenever needed. and, well. you have no problems with having an extra hand to help when you need to carry heavy equipment.</li><li>then he learns about the whole secret admirer thing and he proposes he’ll help you lure him out.</li><li><em>“and how do you intend to do that…?”</em> you inquire just as you enter the lecture hall, itto trailing after you and setting your bag on the table. his face splits into a grin and you have a vague idea of what he plans on doing.</li><li>he wraps an arm around your shoulders and tugs you close to his chest.</li><li>several things happen at once. a huff leaves xiao’s mouth involuntarily. the crack of pencil lead breaking into pieces sounds from beside him, scaramouche holding the pen in his hand with too much force. the laughter ringing seconds prior comes to a halt, childe’s face no longer displaying a bright smile.</li><li>itto blinks, retracting his arm. he didn’t expect this outcome. <em>“you have really overprotective friends, [name].”</em></li><li>as one would expect, you never got the results you want because too much people react to his provocations. it’s tricky to pinpoint which one of them exactly is your secret admirer when they all like you the same. (this whole situation is truly absurd. it’s not that you fed all these guys love potions by accident, right?)</li><li>itto doesn’t dare upsetting gorou with this though, but with anyone else, it’s free game. he begins calling you the most ridiculous pet names he could come up with, in the wrong place and in the wrong time.</li><li>my precious cupcake. my sweetest honeybun. little ducky. snugglepuff. they send shivers down your spine. (albedo is noted to be most affected when itto does this. it’s not hard to imagine his brain cells frying when itto shamelessly calls you by such awful names.)</li><li>but then it becomes a <em>habit</em>. he’s not doing it ironically anymore. his mouth had become accustomed to addressing you in manners only lovers do. more often than not, your friends would be caught by surprise when he wholeheartedly calls out “babe” to earn your attention and you turn towards him as if it’s like the most natural thing in the world.</li><li>the cherry on top is when you attend one of his games for the basketball team.</li><li>it’s not like you wore his varsity jacket to rub into everyone’s faces the fact that you’re dating. nor did you wear a cheerleader outfit of some sorts to show your passionate support as his significant other. you’d only come with gorou and kokomi, waving the banner the three of you made into the air as you were seated in the stands along the sides of the court.</li><li>when they won the finals, people on your side all rejoiced, flocking over to the team to praise them and offer their congratulations. thinking it would be better to stand by instead of joining the sweaty crowd, you stood aside with kokomi while gorou insisted on diving headfirst to the sea of people.</li><li>then a tall head approaches from afar. white hair, bright eyes, and a similarly blinding smile. <em>“[name]!”</em></li><li>you didn’t expect <em>him</em> to come to <em>you</em>. well. spares you the effort then. you throw a towel around his neck. <em>“you’re drenched in sweat. please don’t touch me.”</em></li><li>he frowns. <em>“not even a congratulatory hug?”</em></li><li><em>“not when you’re this gross.”</em></li><li>at least that wasn’t a stern no. itto grins. <em>“wasn’t i great out there?”</em> he cards his fingers into his hair, fishing for compliments. you thought he had enough of those from the crowd currently swarming him. <em>“i did a ton of 3 pointers. you saw me, right?”</em></li><li><em>“would you be disappointed if i said i was on my phone the whole time?”</em></li><li>immediately, his face twists into an offended look. of course that was a lie. you laugh and lean on the tips of your toes to reach his hair, ruffling it into a mess. <em>“kidding. you were amazing, babe.”</em></li><li>that moment, you hadn’t seen his expression clearly, occupied with patting his head. perhaps you hadn’t even realized what you called him.</li><li>but to everyone around you, they could see it, plain to the eye — the shock in his gaze, the small twitch of his lips, the rise of his brows. then his cheeks flush a lovely color as he stares at you under his lashes with a hesitance as one would look at the sun, longing to admire its radiance yet afraid to be scorched by its brilliant rays.</li><li>he takes the leap anyways, staring at you as long as he wanted.</li><li><em>a lovestruck fool, keen to your touch.</em></li></ul><div><br></div><blockquote><strong>your secret admirer.</strong></blockquote><div>relatively speaking, it’s an ordinary day so far.</div><div>or as ordinary as it can be with a life as silly as yours. the past few weeks didn’t feel real. you wish they weren’t. everything has become too complicated. everyone kept on acting suspiciously and skirting around you, avoiding eye contact only to observe you from behind.</div><div>your day starts out seeing thoma when you open your front door, both of you telling each other good morning. you pass by kazuha having breakfast at a fast food joint. then you run into itto first thing in the morning, where he gladly helps in carrying a 3d model of your project into class. kaeya swings by to bring you coffee since you didn’t get a chance to visit diluc’s cafe, not having the extra hand to carry among the pile you already have. you make your daily greetings, saying hi to your friends and annoying xiao, as you always do. you nod towards scaramouche, and you even had enough courage to say hi first to childe too. when walking to another lecture hall, you happen to meet albedo, gorou and zhongli in separate times.</div><div>then at lunch time, when you briefly leave your belongings alone for a moment, someone leaves a packet of candies stuffed into your bag.</div><div>a sticky note is stuck on the surface, “please meet me at the physics classroom at 6 p.m.” scrawled in black ink.</div><div>the penmanship is good. it twists in elegant curls at the edges, brush strokes light and even.</div><div>you’re able to recognize it at first glance, just as kaeya has told you.</div><div>you’ve seen it enough times to burn it in your brain. you’ve rigorously studied notes with that same handwriting, after all.</div><div>at 5:56, you stand in front of the classroom doors. in different circumstances, you’d have second thoughts before blindly following somebody’s orders but you know who it’s from, and it is decidedly <em>not</em> a murderer out to get you.</div><div>you collect an intake of breath, and twist the doorknob.</div><div>the last traces of sunlight bathe the room in a heavenly glow, a haze of aureate like shimmering flecks of gold. the billowing curtains hide the figure standing by the windowsill, the gentle breeze caressing your cheeks as you squint in its direction.</div><div>the figure moves of their accord, the sound of a book snapping shut following their actions.</div><div>albedo walks out, a serene smile displaying on his sun-kissed face.</div><div>“…hey.”</div><div>your heartbeat pounds in your ears. though you expected his appearance, it does nothing to dull your surprise.</div><div>“it’s you.”</div><div><br></div><div>albedo had always admired you in quiet adoration.</div><div>he can’t provide a clear explanation why his gaze is naturally drawn to you, turquoise eyes sweeping by your countenance before he realizes it. but it started out simple, as everything does: a curiosity piqued, when he heard of a person tagging along the supposedly unapproachable girls in school.</div><div>gossip comes and goes every season, and albedo knew it will pass soon. it’s only a matter of time before they cling to another topic to babble about. most likely something kaeya did again, because he chases after trouble like a dog with a bone.</div><div>rumors are nasty. they paint you in malicious light, a person seeking attention among the most eye-catching lot. you wished you were on the same league as them, they said. you were only after the benefits of acquainting with those girls, they said.</div><div>but you were special on your own.</div><div>the way you carried yourself with confidence, against the judgmental stares and muddled opinions. the way you hadn’t cared about what other people said, because you knew best about the situation and you were different from what they made you out to be. the way you genuinely loved your friends, sincerely wishing them happiness and doing everything you can to put a smile on their faces.</div><div>you were dazzling.</div><div>your laughter rang like bells in his ears, your grin a delight to see. your voice was melodious as you prattled on about the latest film you watched, or as you hummed a song with headphones covering your ears. your colorful expressions were amusing, a reflection of the feelings in your heart.</div><div>as the professor drones out during lessons, albedo finds himself distracted by his daydreams. what if he stood beside you? what if he could partake in conversations, not only able to hear your voice but you’d also hear his? what if he was the one faced with your smile, the <em>reason</em> of your smile, the one who made you feel such joy?</div><div>what if you permitted him to go further? to brush hands with you, to intertwine your fingers in simple intimacy, to curl his arms around your waist in a loose embrace, to press a kiss on the corner of your lips-</div><div>his ears burned in humiliation. what on earth was he thinking?</div><div>but forget “seeking attention from others,” it didn’t even seem like you were interested in dating.</div><div>you showed indifference towards the idea, avoiding mixers and drinking parties. you also turned down quite a few dates. not to mention albedo wasn’t even friends with you. he wasn’t even sure if you knew of his name.</div><div>then you showed up at the library, and for the first time, albedo was <em>thankful </em>for the privilege nobody bothered his table, so you could sit alone together.</div><div>you became friends after his (despairingly embarrassing) insistent attempts to acquaint himself with you.</div><div>and he files away the little details, storing the small things about you in the corner of his mind. what you like, what you dislike. what days were you free, what things you prefer over the other.</div><div>it’s a happiness he relishes in, the comfort of your friendship. but his greedy little heart yearns for more, for what you cannot give.</div><div>he tries anyway.</div><div>he’s running out of time. you’re always surrounded by people, whether you realize it or not. but he considers himself a selfish person. he doesn’t want you to be taken away.</div><div>he may lose you entirely if he does it wrong.</div><div>but you’re already here, eyes gleaming, lips pressed in a nervous tight line. the red dusting your cheeks leaves some hope for him, so he musters up his courage and simplifies the storm of feelings that eats away his heart each day:</div><div><strong>“i like you, [name].”</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <title>I SHOULD&#39;VE BOUGHT YOU FLOWERS</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>childe ; the childhood friend that grew apart and drifted away.<br><br></div><ul><li>you remember when you and childe were still neighbours and best friends and so clearly two youngsters crushing on each other. what a trope for a promising pair that ended up as strangers.</li><li>he used to approach you with that shit - eating smile, clearly hiding something behind his back ( he's terrible at surprises ), his voice quite literally two octaves higher as he shoves yet another gift in your face. rich boys, you guess. his mom would smile fondly in the background, waving at you from the doorway of his house. you'd jump into his arms and he'd catch you just in time, strong arms holding you up against his chest.</li><li>it's all just platonic, he'd tell everyone. we're just friends. oh how he regrets saying that so confidently now.</li><li>childe really likes you. did he ever tell you that? he likes how you always accepted him for who he was and not everything he had. not how rich his parents were, not how good he was at sports, not how many girls swooned over him at parties. you liked him because he was ... him, whatever that meant to you.</li><li>it meant a lot to you.</li><li>but now childe is different. he's popular, not to say you aren't, but he's POPULAR popular. he plays beer pong on friday nights and winks at girls in the hallways and always has tons of fans cheering for him at those swim meets and hockey games. and he doesn't pay attention to you. you're way out of his league and you got the hint a long time ago.</li><li>and you act like you don't know him at all, but he knows it's really his fault. his fault for acting like he was better than you all for the attention of others, acting like you weren't worth his time once he became popular, ditching you to hang out with the cool kids. you act like you can't tell when he's upset, blue eyes too easy to read after all these years. you act like his smile doesn't remind you of when you were still young.</li><li>he misses you. he misses how you'd come to his hockey games with his jersey on, always catching your eye in the crowd. he misses how you feel clinging to his back like a koala as he piggybacks you around the neighbourhood. he misses walking home with you every single day, conversation flowing so naturally, words that cannot be exchanged anymore.</li><li>so when he's arriving home at an ungodly hour of the morning still a little tipsy, and sees your sleep - deprived form in an oversized hoodie, he quickly jogs after you.</li><li>"hey." he breathes, the scent of alcohol on his breath and a forced smile on his face — and yours. "hey." you mumble back, pressing pause on the music blasting through your headphones. he hesitates before speaking again, softly. "you shouldn't go alone. it's dangerous."</li><li>you laugh incredulously and childe is taken aback by your disdain for his genuine concern. "i've been doing this for years since we stopped hanging out. i'm fine." you turn around to continue walking, and make no effort to tell him to stop, so he follows you down the street to the convenience store.</li><li>he opens the door before you can, buying you your favourite drink from the fridge before you can reach for it yourself. you widen your eyes at his memory. you assumed he'd forgotten all about you, after all. and as if he can sense your thoughts, childe gently holds your palms in his as you stand awkwardly outside in the parking lot.</li><li>"i didn't forget about you, you know." he smiles sheepishly. "even if i act like a dick sometimes."</li><li>you look up at him expectantly, eyebrow raised in response. maybe it's because he's still a little drunk or maybe it's because it's 3:30 in the morning, but he figures this is the right time to tell you how he's always felt, even with tears stinging the back of his eyes — and he doesn't know why. "i ... miss hanging out with you, i guess. and it's my fault that i let you go, haha. i'm sorry. i miss you. i'm —</li><li>ah, you still remember how to shut him up by squeezing his hands gently when he starts rambling. when he gets insecure. when he looks like he's about to cry, because no matter how much time you spend apart, you'd never want to see him break.</li></ul><div>kaeya ; the ex who realises you're happier without him.<br><br></div><ul><li>there's no denying kaeya alberich isn't the easiest person to get along with or get to know. but it's hard to resist getting tied up in all his fun and games when he's so goddamn attractive.</li><li>after your breakup, you realised how much you hated him. hated the way he would lie and pretend things were fine. hated the way he acted like he told you anything, just for you to find out from someone else yet another secret he had been keeping. hated the way it always felt like a game of push and pull, chasing after him even after you were already his. hated how you could never decipher that twinkle in his eyes when you asked him if he truly loved you.</li><li>but at the same time, being apart from him from even a day made you realise how much you missed his presence. even if he was so incredibly unbearable. you missed his silky voice, speaking up for you in that authoritative tone of his when you were about to get pushed over once again, because he knew how afraid you were to stand up for yourself. missed his hands that would touch you gingerly, knowing all the right places to land before finally swooping you into a perfect kiss. missed the way you knew him best, you knew just from the way he looked at you, despite all the secrets he refused to spill until the very end.</li><li>you think kaeya didn't miss you, not after the way he walked off without looking back that night, glittering eyes turned cold and dull, not even sparing well wishes. he hasn't texted you since, notifications empty since you've changed his contact name ( but for some reason you can't delete his number yet ). it's like he's disappeared from your life, and you think it's because he despises you so much he wants to get you out of his sight.</li><li>on the contrary, he removes himself from anything related to you so no one will have to see him break. he can't bear to hear your voice anymore, calling him by his name in a tone full of contempt when previously you would call out a cute pet name with a bright smile on your face. he can't bear to watch you laugh at someone else's jokes or make an exclusive handshake with some other guy, as stupid as it sounds. he hates knowing that you go out with someone else on friday nights now, that you have someone else to go to when you're upset, that someone else is getting to know you possibly better than he ever has, and that's his fault. and he thought it would be better to avoid you, because if he doesn't see all this happening with his own eyes, perhaps he can pretend it wasn't true.</li><li>mutual misguided impressions of wanting nothing to do with each other, and of course you tried to get on with life in every way possible. it's safe to say you went through the generic post - breakup glow up revival whatever they called it. you even started talking to someone else. a part of you was upset that kaeya never noticed, but why? was it because you wanted him to see that you were better off, wanted him to feel worse about himself — or was it because deep down inside, you hoped he'd get jealous and try to re - appear in your life once more?</li><li>it's at the party when he first sees you. he wasn't expecting to see you here, knowing that you two had gotten used to staying at home on saturdays for date nights instead of going out with other people. it appears things have changed, and he shouldn't really be surprised. he sees the way you giggle, the way you look so fucking good in that outfit ... not that you don't look good in anything, though. he sees how other people take an undeniable interest in you, and he just can't help himself but intervene.</li><li>because shit, you're so hard to get over it hurts.</li><li>"hey sweetheart, fancy meeting you here." kaeya cringes internally at his own words, knowing you're not some stranger he couldn't care less about. this is YOU, why would he say such a stupid thing, meeting you for the first time after the breakup?</li><li>"you know this guy?" the person next to you looks him up and down, but kaeya knows ( due to his big ego, of course ) that there's really nothing terrible that can be said about him — on the outside, at least. so he flashes his widest grin, swinging an arm around your shoulder. before you can speak, he interjects. "yeah. we know each other quite well, wouldn't you say so, darling?"</li><li>his overuse of pet names isn't a surprise to you, especially when you can practically smell the scent of alcohol on his breath. it's not uncharacteristic of him, but after months of not speaking or even seeing each other it would be a lie to say you weren't shocked. similarly, kaeya is pleasantly surprised when you nod and plaster on a smile, nodding in consent when he makes a motion to lead you towards the quieter balcony.</li><li>kaeya lets his hand trail over your cheekbones, touch so featherlight it makes your heart leap out of your chest. he knows all the ways to break you, so why is he doing everything right now that you aren't his anymore? "hi." he whispers, the expression on his face full of a raw longing. "missed you."</li><li>"you're drunk", you reply matter - of - factly. "don't say things you wouldn't say if you were sober." your voice quivers when you speak, and you don't know why ( actually, you do, but you just don't want to admit that you still have feelings for him after all this time ) .</li></ul><div>albedo ; the brilliant student who had greater things to achieve.<br><br></div><ul><li>oh, dear albedo. named after a scientific phenomenon and he follows in its footsteps too. as the two highest achieving students in your year, he's always been your ( friendly ) rival.</li><li>albedo may have a one - track mind, consistently focused on his academics and academics only, but he seems to still make time for others. albeit aloof and socially somewhat blunt and inadequate, he is a generous and gentle person — never turning down requests for help and always being able to handle it all whilst still doing incredibly well.</li><li>he's a gifted kid and yet he still has other things he's amazing at. painting, for example. everyone always talks of his oil paintings and charcoal sketches but one day you walk into the art room as he's painting watercolour on the balcony and you swear you've never seen something more beautiful. um, the artwork, of course. not albedo, that's for sure, haha. but there's no use denying that he's just breathtakingly gorgeous.</li><li>but what truly captivates you about him is how thoughtful he is. always has an extra pen for you, black gel ink in 0.5 thickness just the way you like it in case you lose one or forget it when coming to a lab. he remembers your favourite flower, pink camellias, and it just so happens he grows them on his balcony at home. whenever you have to work on a project together in the mornings ( because of course you're always only each other's partner ), there is always a coffee, ordered perfectly to your preferences sitting on the table along with a new pastry he insists you try.</li><li>despite all the good in him, he's so ... unreachable. there seems to be so much to albedo, yet it's impossible for anyone to figure out what exactly is beneath the surface. because he doesn't want to show anyone what that is, and you know that. you know it all too well from the way you've tried to do activities other than academic projects and he always refuses. from the way your text conversations always run dry when you try to change the subject. from the way you only ever see him when you're at school or studying for something important. "i have no time for that," he would say nonchalantly.</li><li>and all the while, albedo is yearning to tell you why he feels as if he has to push you away. he's always been told he's too ambitious to be around — he makes people feel bad because he achieves so much more than they do, his busy schedule is too much for them to handle, the lack of quality time he has to spare means getting to know him better isn't worth it at all. albedo wishes he didn't have to watch your face fall when he gives you a small smile instead of a smooth remark like the other boys do, or control himself from hugging you just a few seconds longer when you look upset. if what they say is true, and it seems to be because so many people have repeated the same thing to him his whole life, then he doesn't want to ever put someone as wonderful as you through the inconveniences of being close with someone like him.</li><li>you had since graduated high school, let the memory of the genius boy slip from the forefront of your mind. you definitely didn't expect to meet him again four years down the road, accidentally bumping into him on the street on a cool spring day.</li><li>oh, he's still as pretty as ever.</li><li>a gaze of diamond blue collides with yours and you can't help but get lost in his eyes, his curious, captivating, and yet cautious stare so familiar and foreign at the same time. blond hair falls in front of his face, framing his delicate features perfectly, rosy cheeks flushed from the breeze.</li><li>"long time no see." he grins lopsidedly, his smile almost flirtatious in the morning sun. "long time no see," you respond, unable to contain the joy that spreads across your face. "so what are you doing here?" albedo sighs a little, and that's when you notice the pad of watercolour paper under his arm. "oh, i don't know. just finding fulfilling ways to pass the time."</li><li>you're taken aback — not due to his attention to detail or inquisitive nature of all that he sees and experiences, but because for once, he's not rushing somewhere or on the way to someplace greater. you swear you see a nostalgic twinkle in his eyes when he finally asks you whether you'd like to join him for the rest of the day. where to? he's not too sure yet either. but it should go perfectly fine with good company, no?</li></ul><div>xiao ; the quiet boy at the back of the class who's always had a crush on you.<br><br></div><ul><li>didn't you realise xiao has always noticed you?</li><li>maybe it's because he sits at the back of the class, his eyes glued to the front of the room — not at the whiteboard, no, at the back of your head, most of the time. involuntarily.</li><li>xiao tries to focus in class but it's only when you're not at school ( unfortunately ) that he can actually get any decent notes down. he makes sure to send them to you at the end of the day. you always reply with that cute little smiling emoji. it reminds him of how happy you always are compared to him.</li><li>or maybe it's because he doesn't talk much, preferring to stay quiet when the rest of the boys are rowdy and talk back to the teacher. when the rest of them go out to parties and try to hook up with some random girls they don't know, he's at home on the couch playing wii or mario kart with his younger siblings. when the rest of them ask him who he likes, he answers with a simple "no one. i'm not interested in people here."</li><li>but he knows he's lying to himself, because xiao knows the way butterflies flutter around in his stomach when you flash him a smile from across the room. he knows the way words get stuck in his throat when he wants to ask you a question, and the way his hands shake when he wants to tap you on the shoulder to get your attention. he knows the way his heart races every time you brush against him or accidentally come crashing into his chest in the hallways ( because you're always rushing somewhere for some strange reason he doesn't understand ).</li><li>he thinks you never notice him despite all the space you take up in his mind. he's wrong, though — you've always noticed him too, lonely yet beautiful amber eyes that catch your stare every time, gentle touches to manoeuvre you back in the right direction so you won't be late for class, a soft, low voice that asks if you're alright, thoughtful texts updating you about what the teacher said when you're home for one reason or another.</li><li>you noticed how he thinks he's sly when he slides a bracelet made of daisies onto your desk, accompanied by a sticky note with a smiley face so uncharacteristic of his cold personality. how he never talks to you in person but can stay up texting you all night. how he pauses his valorant matches for you because you watch him stream and every so often when you respond to his messages, he would let himself die in - game to reply — you swear it isn't on purpose. how he stutters when you interact at school, unable to do anything except nod or shake his head.</li><li>god, he's so cute.</li><li>so one day you decide to ask him out on a date. in letter form, of course, because no one ever said you were any more bold than he was when it comes to things like love.</li><li>it's 7:45 in the morning when you rush into the math classroom, putting a brown paper envelope face down on xiao's desk, sealed with a little sticker shaped in a heart.</li><li>it's 8:02 in the morning when xiao walks into class late, drenched from the early rainstorm. someone snickers at the way he shivers and his hair plasters across his forehead. you pointedly give them one of your best death stares.</li><li>it's 8:10 in the morning when xiao finally opens the envelope, hiding it behind one of his books. he's thankful you sit in front of him, because heavens forbid you see the way he can't resist a stupid smile when he realises this is you're handwriting, YOU are asking him to meet tonight, it's you, it's always been you.</li><li>it's 3:10 in the afternoon when you feel a tap on your shoulder, and you spin around, finally meeting eyes with him for more than five seconds for once. he opens his mouth and then shuts it, fumbling with the envelope in his hand, clearly extremely flustered at the attempted interaction. "hi."</li><li>"hey. uh -" he holds up the letter awkwardly. "if this is real, then ... yes."</li><li>"it's real!" you proclaim excitedly, probably a little over - the - top due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins. "see you tonight then right?" you smile sweetly and he thinks he'll combust at how inexplicably adorable you look right now. a blush creeps across his cheeks and he hates how he grows even redder when you reach out to hold his trembling hands. "hey ... don't be nervous, okay?"</li><li>fuck, you're so thoughtful it makes his heart want to beat out of his chest. "okay." he breathes, secretly wishing he could keep holding your hands for a little longer. "see you tonight."</li></ul><div>thoma ; the best friend that watched you fall for someone else.<br><br></div><ul><li>your best friend has always been one of the prettiest, most gorgeous people you have ever met.</li><li>emerald eyes that glitter in the golden sunlight, strawberry blond hair tousled over his constantly - smiling face, cheeks flushed with the excitement of wherever you're going together this time ...</li><li>"you're like a brother to me", you've always told him, and he has always been okay with it for as long as he can remember. he doesn't know when it all changed — when he internally grimaced at your platonic words of reference, felt his heart sink whenever you introduced him as your best friend and nothing more. even with all the time you spend together, all the friends who ship you two together and all the precious moments you've shared, he knows that there is a boundary he won't ever dare to cross in fear of changing the wonderful thing you two have fostered.</li><li>thoma thinks it's unfair. unfair how you're falling in love with someone who doesn't even love you, someone who has the audacity to lie to your face about how much they care. he thinks it's unfair how you can believe in their pretty deceitful lies and all the sugarcoated bullshit used to lure you into their toxic embrace. he thinks it's unfair how he's been there for you all this time, been so genuine and pure and kind and considerate towards everything YOU. and yet you seem to pay no mind to his efforts and instead have your eyes fixed on someone else.</li><li>but at the same time, he can't blame you, because he knows how attractive those others are compared to him. they're good at everything, have lots of friends, go to parties instead of being homebodies, and in general just know how to get you on the edge of your seat — something that a soft, gentle, shy guy like him could never do. he could never fluster you with a one - liner or make you blush at first sight. he's not that kind of person, and he knows it. and when he was still the one you were closest to in life, when you still listened to him and cared about him, he didn't mind so much. but now he's been thrown aside, sometimes he wishes he was someone else.</li><li>you've had this conversation far too many times. thoma tells you he's just caring for you out of the goodness of his heart, and you angrily push back, saying you know what's best for you. but there's a little voice of conscience inside that nags at the back of your mind, a constant reminder that you tend to be too blind to see what's in front of you while it's still there. a reminder that you often don't think things through, that since the beginning of time thoma has been there to help you solve problems in a calm way, to get you out of sticky situations, so stand up for you no matter how much he gets shamed or bashed for it. and yet, you still are indignant that you know better.</li><li>"this isn't healthy ..." he's tired of receiving your late night calls, not because he doesn't want to hear your voice or talk to you but because it's always on the topic of you stupid ex, one who keeps playing you over and over like a game that's just for entertainment. he's tired of it, hearing your broken cries and begs for his comfort, feeling his own heart shatter at your sobs and wishing he could get to your house faster. even if being harsh with you would be more effective, he could never bring himself to do so, always dampening his own emotions and practicing his patience to simply be the good listening ear he's always been.</li><li>you shake your head, opening your mouth to protest. "but —" "but he's just no good for you!" thoma raises his voice to interject for the first time, eyes blurring with unshed tears as you angrily wipe away your own. "why can't you see that?"</li><li>"god, why can't you just GET OUT of my personal shit, thoma? do you hate me or something?" as soon as you speak, you realise your mistake. he would never hate you, and it hits you as soon as you lock eyes with the sadness that fills his. "do i make you feel like i hate you?" his voice is quiet and timid, like an animal retracting back into its shell. "i'm really sorry."</li><li>regret instantly rushes into every inch and crevice of your soul and it engulfs you whole, arms instinctively reaching out to pull him into a hesitant hug as he sobs silently into your shoulder. "no, i'm sorry," you whisper, running your hand through his hair. "i know you're right. you always have been."</li><li>understanding, forgiving eyes meet yours and you wonder why you've never seen your best friend in a different light before. why you've never considered the fact that you feel so safe, so comfortable, so happy and carefree around him — you feel so much better in your own skin. and you know that no matter what you do, he will always be there to catch you when you fall.</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>how the genshin men react to you giving them the “fuck me” eyes on accident</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em>childe:<br></em></strong><br></div><blockquote>you guys weren’t anything in particular, there was no relationship and no fucking happening but it was clear to pretty much anyone you’d ever met that there was tension (and lots of it)you decided to go to the store with him one late evening and just fool around while shopping for useless items you knew you wouldn’t needhe pushed you around the cart and through the isles, nearly hitting multiple people but you two were so happy that you didn’t caregiggles and fits of laughter erupted amongst you both as you bought cakes to smear on each other’s faces and played hide and seekupon all the fun random shit you were doing though you did have to actually buy a few things, rummaging through the store trying to find where in the world your favorite shampoo could possibly be was surprisingly harder than you had expectedeventually you had found it and of course you had passed it multiple times, how did this even happen?well the shampoo was on the very top shelf which you sadly could not reach, HOWEVER fear not as the worlds tallest ginger beanstalk is by your side!though he got your shampoo you two were still slap happy and playing around like idiots which thus led you into nearly knocking him over, thankfully he was fine and didn’t fall on his ass but the shampoo bottle can’t exactly say the samereaching down you got it and without even realizing you had made eye contact with childe, unintentionally your lips pouted and your eyelashes flicked at himyou didn’t even realize you did it, so you got the bottle and put it in your cart continuing to shop as though nothing happenedchilde stood there for a good moment stunned, even if you only looked at him like that for a mere second how could he forgot about that? the gloss in your eyes and oh so inviting temptation of kissing your lips was too memorable for him to just forget aboutleaving the store with your hands full of bags that contain (mostly) unneeded items you had glanced over at childe, he had been acting all weird since earlier“hey… childe… is something wrong?”he stopped walking and looked at the ground, you weren’t really sure what to do so you set your bags down and went to check on himyou couldn’t see his face so you tried to lean down to figure out what was wrong when suddenly your eyes widened at him pushing up against the store wall, his arms pinning yours to the side of your head and his breath on your neck left you frozen“what do you think you were doing pulling that stunt back there?”he started to kiss your neck sloppily, his teeth lightly nibbling at the skin in a way that made your head spin“wha…what are you talking… about?”you were barely able to get a sentence out with the way he made you feel lightheaded, he was so close and so warm that you couldn’t even bother to think of whether or not people would see you like this“that trick you pulled looking at me like that, hmm you smell good… but don’t give me that look or i might just eat you whole”his words going straight to your stomach made you whimper and due to his hands holding yours down you couldn’t cover your mouth in this positionhe stopped for a second before coming face to face with you and kissing you roughly, his tongue not hesitating to breach your lips and play with yoursyou tried your best not to moan into the kiss but with his tongue all over yours and his knee between your legs you didn’t really have a choicebreaking the kiss he pulled away and licked his lips, finally letting go of your wrists he grabbed the bags from the ground and started walking to the car leaving you on shock“well? come on let’s finish at home”</blockquote><div><br></div><div><strong><em>albedo:<br></em></strong><br></div><blockquote>working in the lab all day was normal, it was part of your job after all however working THIS late was not in your job descriptionsucrose and albedo were already yawning and soon the tiredness spread to you as well, as they say yawns are contagiousexperiment after experiment with no decent results showing up was surely tiring, mixing these chemicals over and over again was starting to take a toll on you and you left the lab for a short moment to get fresh airthe air in dragonspine was bitter, today though it didn’t nip at your skin as harshly as it usually did. perhaps it was a sign of good luckthe scene was beautiful, unlike any other in mondstadt. such a place as dragonspine was set in a perfect spot for icy views and glacial picturesque scenery, resting against the heater nearby you closed your eyes and before you knew it your lights were outyour eyes fluttered open to find a worried sucrose trying to get a response out of you“(y/n)? (y/n) thank archons you’re awake, i’m heading home for the night. albedo wanted to make sure you were alright, you should go back into the lab and help finishing up so you can go home and rest.”you embarrassingly give sucrose your thanks and head back into the lab with a slight redness on your facealbedo seems not to be paying much mind, instead opting to focus on his vile of ethylene glycol. you hesitated as you sat down at the counter and began to stir the calcium oxide with naphthalene“is everything alright? you seem off, your breathing is at an abnormal pace and your temperate appears to be lower than expected.”albedo questions you without even so much as looking up from his work, thought you can tell by the tone is his voice that he’d very clearly paying attention to not only you but every move you make“oh, i’m sorry. i guess i’m just a bit ashamed for my improper etiquette…”“there’s no need to be ashamed. assuming you got the proper amount of sleep last night it’s only reasonable you’d be exhausted from today’s work. in fact i’m quite impressed you came back into the lab even after sucrose left.”you really didn’t know what to say, it seems he had no issue with your little situation. hearing him pass by it like that put a soft smile of your face, choosing to move on you continued forward with your experimentafter a little while you were beginning to get tired again, though you had slept for a little while the chemical work was hard and you knew you wouldn’t last long until you needed to go homeletting yet another yawn escape you a thick silence filled the air throughout the night, that is until albedo called out to you. his voice spoke through the lab crisp and clear as though slicing through it with a dagger making you perk up with interest“(y/n) would you hand me the aluminum chlorohydrate to the left of you?”shuffling from the counters and sliding the mixture to albedo you notice the dark circles under his eyes“now, if all goes to what’s hypothesized we can assume that there will be a new chemical compound which causes the subject who drinks the concoction to experience a deduction in iron deprivation and an innate lack of-”albedo turned you halting his words upon meeting your eyes, you had been studying the look on his face realizing that his skin seemed more pale and his lips were less saturated. a clear sign of significant sleep loss.though you were looking at the evidence for lack of sleep you couldn’t help but notice how pretty albedo was, his porcelain skin and marble like eyes capturing your attention“(y/n), is there a reason you’re looking at me like that?”having been snapped out of your thoughts you’re confused, he was just talking about chemicals so why is he taking about you looking at him now?“what do you mean?”“staring me down like a hungry animal, it’s impossible not to notice. your pupils are dilated and your breathing has picked up, your face is red and your eyelids are relaxed. if i’m not mistaken i’d say you seem rather aroused…”you blink in surprise and flush more in embarrassment, you can’t believe that your coworker just exposed you for checking him out and even worse is that he’s completely right!albedo allows a smirk to fade onto his face, putting the glass down he brings your chin up between his two fingers and gives you a hot passionate kiss; one hot enough to melt youyou gasp in surprise and albedo expertly slides his tongue into your mouth, using one of his hands to grip your waist and pull you against him“perhaps we should clean up in the lab, let us go home. there are many other experiments i’d like the try out, would you do the honor of being my test subject?”</blockquote><div><br></div><div><strong><em>diluc:<br></em></strong><br></div><blockquote>playing chess with diluc was hard, he was taught how to play growing up and had plenty of experience over the years growing strategies and techniquesyou however were not so good at chess… sure you know the basics and can navigate a very very very beginners game but you were certainly not on par with dilucdespite that he invited you to play chess with him for a little while on break, spending time with him was always nice but when playing chess there was a specific intimacy in the air that was nice“check”he had you cornered, as per usual with the mastermind of mondsadt but you didn’t really mind considering how calm the atmosphere wasafter tugging at your lip for a little you made your move and of course instant regret set in the moment you took your hand off the piece, though because of the rules you couldn’t take the move back￼diluc’s lips curled into a slight smirk, knowing that you had just made the wrong move. his deep laugh sent shivers down your spine as you watched his silky smooth hair and perfect skin for a second longer than you probably should havehe leaned down with elegance as he captured your king, catching a bit of his dark chocolate and spruce wood cologne in the process leading your heart to skip a few beats ￼￼“checkmate.”the games continued on like this well into the night, losing track of time along with game after game of chessyou couldn’t even count the amount of games you lost, but you could count the amount of times you’ve won… that being 0 of courseyour back was starting to get sore from sitting in the stiff wooden chair and your eyelids felt heavy from looking at the chess board’s checkered pattern for too longit had been hours, how many you weren’t quite sure but it was dark and the candle light beside the chess board and captured pieces was the only thing keeping the room somewhat lityawning you decided this would be your last game, you stretched your arms up and over your head with a deep sighdiluc’s breath got caught in his throat, though you didn’t notice he couldn’t tear his eyes off of youthe way your hair framed your face and the way the fabric bunched up on your chest had him enamored, it’s like his eyes were glued to you“were they always this attractive?”snapping himself back to reality he attempted to continue playing chess, though it was hard to with his concentration being so out of linedespite how he was very much distracted from the game you didn’t seem to notice and considering your lack of chess skills… you still lost“checkmate.”diluc moved his warm gloved hand to capture your king and begin resetting the board but with his mind in a haze he almost entirely missed your king and the expensive glass piece hit the carpet with a soft thump“i’ll get it” you told him without even thinking as it fell more towards your side of the tableyou got down to the carpet on your hands and knees for whatever reason and gently clasped the fragile king in your soft handslooking up you caught yourself in a whirlwind with diluc, his eyes starting into your own and you only barely noticed the way his adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped looking down at youyou were tired and your eyes felt heavy, in the quiet relaxed scenario you had been breathing more slowing and deeply. you didn’t mean to look that intoxicating and yet despite how much he hated alcohol diluc felt a rush of adrenaline at this feeling of being drunkafter starting at all the little details on his face from his long eye lashes to his plump and slightly wet lips you sprung up and lent your hand out to him, inside the palm sat a thick glass king waiting to be takenhastily standing up himself diluc felt parched, unsure of why he was so eager he grabbed the king from your hand and set it down on the table with a slam opting afterward to strongly pick you up bridal style and throw you onto his large fluffy bedpinning you down before you could even process the situation he ran his fingers up your shirt and onto your bare skin, without wasting anytime he captured your lips against his own“forget taking your king tonight, i’m taking you instead”</blockquote>]]></description>
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         <title>how does he see you?</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><strong>thoma: </strong>due to his outgoing nature, it isn't too much of a mystery why he's so well-liked by everyone in inazuma; he's more often than not doted on by grannies feeding him all sorts of snacks, asked out for dinner by a fair number of women, and surrounded by male friends who want to grab a drink together with him.even so, he will politely reject all these invitations with a simple answer: <em>“sorry, i have a dinner date with [name] tonight. maybe another time!”</em>it's sweet how you're always his priority, but you're quickly becoming rivals with people you don't even know about...</blockquote><div><em>loves everyone and loves you too<br></em><br></div><blockquote><strong>gorou:</strong> friendly and eager to please, gorou is always found excitedly chatting with his favorite people. outside of the resistance's wars, he's a pretty normal guy who just wants everyone to be happy... especially you!you can practically see how his eyes sparkle when he catches a glimpse of your hair, his feet naturally leading him to your general vicinity. he can be shy, stuttering over his first few words, but he wants to talk to you, and not even his nervousness can stop him from doing that!but he quickly shortcircuits when you pat his head, cheeks exploding into a shade of pink. it only gets worse when you start playfully tugging on his ear.</blockquote><div><em>loved by everyone but only loves you<br></em><br></div><blockquote><strong>zhongli:</strong> as an archon worshipped by all, being loved is something zhongli has always taken for granted... yet all he gains from you is the typical respect you'd give to anyone else.he longs for your affection, craves your warm touch. he's dissatisfied with the short conversations you have, wishing for more time basked in your presence. he wants to embrace you, trace his fingers over your skin, ghosting over the spots he knew would make you shiver. he wants to see your flustered expressions, wants to feel the pride of being the only one who can make you look like that....fantasies are pleasant, but the reality is he's no more than an acquaintance to you.he'd like to change that soon.<strong>albedo:</strong> he's quite the charmer, making use of his bewitching appearance and flattering tongue to win favor. however, if he were to be frank, he hardly thinks much of those around him if he doesn't stand to gain from them. he's no stranger to the prying eyes gazing at him in admiration, sometimes even finding them a nuisance.but he can't deny how his heart skips in glee whenever your stare happens to flitter on his physique, causing him to jolt in surprise on numerous occasions, yet all you give him is a passing glance before your attention returns to something else....it leaves him restless.he wants to earn your attention, to gauge each of your adorable reactions. he wants to capture the breath of your lips, wants to skim his hands across your skin. he wants to-oh archons. he's in deep trouble, isn't he.<strong>kazuha:</strong> he's often described as a pleasant companion; an “ideal lover,” if you will... that is, if you generously ignore the glaring title of “fugitive” under his name.flowers spring forth on his tongue instead of words, capable of making the coldest heart thaw and flutter tenderly. coupled with his princely appearance, it doesn't take a detective to know why he's popular among his peers (aside from being known as a criminal...)it doesn't work on you, surprisingly. unfazed, you easily laugh off the sugary lip service, cringing inwardly to yourself. kazuha finds himself upset somewhat, but it earns him a firm goal — he wants to destroy your composure, to see your stoic expression shatter into pieces. he wants to see you panic, to see your cheeks flush into a pretty shade of red.it won't be fun if everything's handed to him on a silver platter, right?</blockquote><div><em>hated by everyone but loves you<br></em><br></div><blockquote><strong>childe:</strong> he's <em>infuriating</em>. just the upward quirk of his lips to a smirk maddens you, heat bubbling within your chest. you don't appreciate how he curls his finger beneath your chin to forcibly make you meet his dark eyes, electricity running through your veins each time he speaks in a cheery lilt.his gaze is sharp, to the point you can almost feel the pinpricks of his pointed stare. and you could never bring yourself to look away, clinging to your worthless pride.he knows what effect he has on you, and he can't be anymore smug about it, relishing in the insincere curses you throw at him. he entertains himself by testing your patience. <em>what an asshole.</em>and by the end of it all, you lose anyway. because the moment his lips seal yours, you know you don't want to pull away from this either.</blockquote><div><em>hates everyone but loves you<br></em><br></div><blockquote><strong>xiao:</strong> he knows he can be a bit of a bitch. he's been told his temper is about as tall as he is, and as deeply offended he may be, he can't exactly deny it.he's snappy, rude, impatient, and other variations along those lines. he knows that he's stern, that he can't take a joke, that he's too uptight even when nobody's watching him.and he also knows that he gets embarrassingly mellow whenever you're around.the seemingly permanent furrow on his brow smooths down, the scowl on his face withers into a pathetic small smile, his sharp tongue dulls and all of a sudden everything that comes out of his mouth are vaguely romantic pickup lines that make him want to vomit.it's weird. it's gross. it makes him feel sick, makes him too sweaty. it feels like something's crawling on his skin. it's like there's something threatening to burst in his chest, and xiao doesn't know how to make sure it stays in there.when he sees that damned smile of yours again, it only reminds him that he can't keep it locked inside his heart forever.</blockquote><div><em>hates everyone and “hates” you too</em><br><br></div><blockquote><strong>scaramouche:</strong> even a glimpse of your face makes his blood boil, heat shooting up his cheeks. he doesn't need a mirror to know he's red-faced, brimming with annoyance. you're aggravating, like a pesky itch on his skin that refuses to go away. he's awfully conscious of you, and no matter how much he tries to take you off his mind, you stubbornly remain anyway.his attitude shifts unnaturally when you're right beside him. his voice is stuck in his throat, as if you have a firm grasp around his neck, coiling tightly to constrict his breath. he doesn't appreciate it. nor does he appreciate the faintest brush of your skin against his, searing hot on his flesh. it spreads across his arm like goosebumps, and he hates it. he knows the sensation won't leave him for the entire day, and he'll still keep thinking about it at night.but curiosity stirs within the corners of his mind, wondering what your warmth feels like. if it's scorching hot, a smoldering blaze that will reduce him to ashes; or if it's soft and cozy, akin to a hearth in a bleak midwinter day relieving him of frost on his fingertips.either way, he's certain he'll be glad to feel it.even if your embrace calls for him to be engulfed in flames, then so be it.</blockquote><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Simple things you do that gets their hearts pounding</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><strong>Kazuha</strong></blockquote><div>His heart goes crazy when you remember his flowery musings. Usually, people would forget his haikus and pass them off as just wierd mutterings, but hearing you tell him that the mountains of liyue reminded you of that one haiku that even he had forgotten weeks ago, made him feel appreciated and more encouraged to make even more haikus, just for you.</div><blockquote><strong>Thoma</strong></blockquote><div>When you make him food after a hard day’s work. You might only think of it as a way to reward him for working all day, but the taste of your cooking every once in a while never fails to make him feel like a child getting his favourite food for lunch. The fact that you had gotten him this giddy feels like a mystery to him. He might as well put a ring on your finger to get your homemade food everyday.</div><blockquote><strong>Scaramouche</strong></blockquote><div>You always staying calm despite his rough attitude really gets him sometimes. Although you’re quite a patient person, you also aren’t afraid to talk back when he goes too far. The thought of you being his so-called ‘anchor’ makes him feel weak, but he knows that it wasn’t your intention, and it’s that you simply just cared for him. And he’s grateful for that. Huh? No he’s not blushing…!</div><blockquote><strong>Ayaka</strong></blockquote><div>The happiness on her face when you bring her trinkets from all around teyvat is visible to anyone in the room. But the moment you leave the Kamisato quarters, her face will redden deliberately by each passing second. These gifts are hard evidence that you constantly thought about her during your journey. This will get her rolling in her bed at night, for sure.</div><blockquote><strong>Kokomi</strong></blockquote><div>Hearing your soothing voice while you read out her favourite books outloud while she’s resting is one of her most favourite moments shared with you. Seeing you do the tedious task of reading just for her makes her very happy indeed. She’d faint out of embarrassment if you ever find out about how obsessed she is with you though.</div><blockquote><strong>Hu Tao</strong></blockquote><div>She really loves it when you smile, especially when it’s because of her. She makes it her daily goal to make you laugh with her giddiness. Whether it’d be jokes or pranks, as long as she gets to hear your melodic laughter, nothing else matters. She just can’t get enough of the feeling of her fluttering heart. It’s very addicting, she thinks. Just like you. *wink wink*</div><div><br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Simple things you do that gets their hearts pounding (pt. 2)</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><strong>Xiao</strong></blockquote><div>He keeps telling himself that as an adeptus, he shouldn't show any type of weakness towards you, since he wants to be reliable and dependable in your eyes. He doesn't want you treating his wounds like he's as brittle as pristine glass. But seeing the genuine care in your eyes as you slowly lift his chin, shuts him up completely. "Just leave this to me, okay?" He nods obediently, closing his eyes as his pain gets drowned out by his loud, thudding heart.<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>Gorou</strong></blockquote><div>You might view that petting his head is a light-hearted action, but each time you ruffle his hair heartily with that smile of yours, he can't think of anything else besides what he's seeing. Seeing you laugh at the way his ears twitch and slowly burn red gets him back into reality. He gently pushes your hand away, coughing into his other palm with rosy cheeks. "Please stop it." He leaves the scene quickly, but his wagging tail tells you that he didn't mean what he said at all.<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>Albedo</strong></blockquote><div>The cool, calm and collected air that surrounds him tends to make people around him quite shy, so when his lover gets quite assertive, by either initiating kisses on his hand/neck, or pinning him onto a wall jokingly causes his brain to temporarily short circuit. He doesn't know to react properly, but he's quite intrigued on why you suddenly seem way more attractive than normal. And why is his heart beating faster?<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>Eula</strong></blockquote><div>"Quit staring." She scoffs, making her way to you in quick strides, but you laugh at her words. "Is it so wrong to admire such a beautiful being?" As soon as her ears received your response, she nearly tripped on her heels, but she quickly catches herself gracefully by taking your shoulders. When you ask her what's wrong, she glares right into your eyes, her orbs glimming with determination. "I will exact vengeance upon you by staring harder!"<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>Ganyu</strong></blockquote><div>Simply reassurance. The happiness she feels is no joke when you tell her that it's alright to eat qingxins when you're on dates, not wanting for her to feel uncomfortable about the food you bought. She clutches the basket of qingxins you got near her chest. "...thank you." Her head hangs low, hiding her redness from your sight as you laughed in response. "To be honest, I'd like to see you get a bit chubby." Her heads shoots up in response. "Eh??"<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>Ei</strong></blockquote><div>The raiden shogun is very aware of the fact that you don't enjoy being in her plane of euthemia, but the surprise in her face is evident when she gets a message from her puppet, saying that you insisted on wanting to visit her despite not liking the gloom atmosphere in her consciousness. The moment you enter, the skies in the dimension light up to a beautiful shade of blue and purple instead of a dark red, signaling you that she's indeed happy to see her lover again.<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-25 14:40:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>˗ˏˋ you leave visible hickies on him ˎˊ˗</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>thoma</strong> (トーマ)<br><br></div><ul><li>“thoma.”</li><li>“ayato,” he greeted back, as he dusted one of the many towering bookshelves in the estate. despite how uncivil it may appear to passersby, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for the two to speak to one another this way. it was a by-product of their friendship, hence, it made what ayato was going to say more exasperating</li><li>“i see you had a wonderful day with your woman.” his cheeks turned red at his comment. and while it seemed innocent enough, it was simply the beginning of what’s to become of the conversation</li><li>it didn’t take a genius to say thoma had a great day yesterday. he practically came to work with an extra skip in his step, greeting every person with a smile and an enthusiastic wave. honestly, if his smile could be any brighter, he’d outshine the sun. his behavior and attitude made him an easy target</li><li>poor thoma was still recovering from his high to realize everyone could see the marks on his chest. it was baffling to know no one bothered to inform him since he traveled from your shared home to the kamisato estate. even though it was mortifying to be in, it only solidified the popular assumption that he was a ‘great lover’ ;)</li><li>thoma glared at him, now suspicious of his motives. “hm, i did.”</li><li>“i’m sure…”</li><li>his efforts to clean lay forgotten as he faced his friend with a raised brow and his hands on his hips. “what is that supposed to mean, commissioner?”</li><li>“you’re a smart man, thoma. figure it out for yourself.” ayato shrugged, thoroughly amused by how easy it was to frazzle the pyro user with a handful of words. based on his reaction, he made a mental note to do it again when he bumps into you later in the day</li><li>thoma huffed at his reply and continued his tasks for the day. however, ayato’s teasing didn’t leave his mind. what did he mean by that? as he moved to wipe the windows, he had a clear view of his reflection and his jaw dropped at what he saw. “shit.”</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>albedo<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>“mr. albedo?!” sucrose shrieked, the beaker in her hand slipped from her fingers and nearly shattered on the ground if it weren’t for timaeus’ fast reflexes. her jaw went slack when she set her sights on the faint marks peaking from his coat and painted the plain of his pale neck</li><li>“hm?” albedo hummed, unbothered to look up from his journal. timaeus, on the other hand, fussed over his colleague, checking if she hurt herself or if a drop of the chemical inside the beaker made contact with her skin</li><li>“um, y–your n—“ she tried to address, however, the brunet scholar promptly interrupted her with his inquiries. “are you okay?” he asked, as he observed her reaction for any hint of pain. to his befuddlement, she looked… scandalized? while she stared at their mentor. “what are you…” he followed her gaze and his cheeks flared up at what he saw. “mr. albedo!”</li><li>“hm?”</li><li>it wouldn’t be an understatement to say their eyes followed his every move. were those… love bites… on his neck? sucrose felt her body overheat from the implications behind it. it was so bad, she had to excuse herself from the room. timaeus, though, stood still in shock. how? what? when? it was not meant to offend or call albedo unattractive, but he could never imagine him to be involved in such a… predicament</li><li>was it invasive? yes, but curiosity was a part of his profession. his mind sifted through the possible candidates and he was left with two contenders: you and sucrose. obviously, it couldn’t be latter. therefore, it must be you… or was it?</li><li>you and albedo were closely acquainted. it was clear as day, even to the blind, that he had a soft spot for you. it didn’t matter what you did, his eyes were on you. it didn’t matter what you spoke about, he was listening intently to every single word you said. and it didn’t matter if you were lost in a crowded room, albedo will naturally find his way to you</li><li>timaeus eventually got his answer when he heard his colleague gasp shortly after your meek, “good morning!” echoed through the laboratory. if the matching mark under your ear wasn’t proof enough, the horrified look on your face when you saw the visible hickey on his mentor’s neck was</li><li>“‘bedo!” you hissed under your breath, quickly capturing his attention. it made sucrose and timaeus guffaw at how easy you made it appear while they struggled to get a single glance from the man</li><li>“yes?” he looked up at you expectedly, waiting to hear what your voice. why were you not talking to him? he tilted his head at you. what were you gesturing to him? it took one glimpse at his students and their bashful faces to understand. “oh… my apologies, i wasn’t aware they were in view.”</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>“Getting all worked up?”</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Albedo</strong></div><div>- “hm.. your getting so wet just from me aren’t you?”<br><br></div><div>- He knows all your weak spots, his cold gloved hands teasing running feathery touches across your skin, the slightest warmth he gives was just enough to make you whimper in need.<br><br></div><div>- your inner thighs are coated by your own slick, it doesn’t help that your ears were pointed down and your tail was wrapped around his arm, He knows how sensitive you get and will get you to push your limit.<br><br></div><div>- When he finally fucks you after what it seems to be after hours of teasing, its the best reward ever. He’ll breed you so full! Stroking your ears gently and he wont stop with one orgasm, he’ll keep going until your crying in his hold.<br><br></div><div>- He shushes you when you mewl out “i-i can’t take it!- too much!” Drooling as he slams into you.<br><br></div><div>“Shh.. darling its okay. C’mon you can handle one more. “ “fuck- you’re so tight for me, want me to fuck this little hole too?”<br><br></div><div><strong>Childe/Ajax</strong></div><div>- He’s so mean.<br><br></div><div>- He’s the type to touch you all over except for the places you want touched most, just to have you rutting and nuzzling yourself onto him. It’s degrading to think he’s domesticating you in that way.<br><br></div><div>- “A-Ajax..help me p-please-“<br><br></div><div>“W-what? I-i cant hear you, speak louder pet.”<br><br></div><div>- He mocks, your wetness oozing on his clothed thigh, it’s embarrassing but you don’t even notice.<br><br></div><div>- he’ll have his way with you once you’re fully desperate, which is when you start grinding your clit against him. Tail was placed low but still waving side to side like you were a prey.<br><br></div><div>- “Hmm? You in heat? Of course I noticed, why else would you be acting like such a brat.” “Oh-yeah fuck! You wanna be bred don’t you? I’ll fuck a litter of kids in you,I’m sure they’ll be as cute as you”<br><br></div><div><strong>Scaramouche</strong></div><div>- Childe’s mean, but Scara is meaner..<br><br></div><div>- “-What round is it? I thought bunnies like you could do millions, yet you’re telling me to stop at our 6th round? Tch, you’re so dumb”<br><br></div><div>- definitely pulls your ears to face him, a predator like him caught the cutest bunny to play with. Loves to pull you in a mating press, the way your body is restricted under him, he feeds off of your submissiveness.<br><br></div><div>- He stays still once in awhile, your hips try and rut on his cock yet no one can fuck you as good as he does himself. You can feel the tip of his cock, bulging on your cute tummy, he presses down and watches you squirm around.<br><br></div><div>-He stuffs your sloppy hole so well, he’s the best breeder ever! No wonder why bunnies like you love him so much…<br><br></div><div>- “hmm.. you tired bunny? I bet you’re so happy now, full of my cum aren’t ya?”..”don’t fuss, I won’t pull out yet baby, i know how much you like feeling full…”<br><br></div><div><strong>Kazuha</strong></div><div>- He’s calm, kind- don’t let him fool you though, he’s teasing as well.<br><br></div><div>- Kazuha makes his little pet feel so sensitive with his feathery touches. His hands are so light, yet calloused with experience, perfect fingers that tease your vulnerable areas.<br><br></div><div>- “Cumming? Again? Baby, I’ve barely even started..”<br><br></div><div>- You’re his patient girl right? He always makes sure all the teasing would be worth it in the end. He’s swift and merciless with his pounding, his cock- thick and stuffs you so full- hits your cervix with each thrust.<br><br></div><div>- In any other circumstance that you don’t have it in you to take the teasing, he’s so annoying. -He would just sit with a cocky grin and watch as you tremble at his presence. Your hormones getting to you while you crawl needily between his knees and rub your aching clit on his shoe. Begging for his assistance.<br><br></div><div>- “Such a needy little thing… aren’t you ashamed?” “C’mon what was that about me being so mean? If you don’t want me to help you, why are you humping my shoe right now like a bitch?”<br><br></div><div>- He’s patient with you and so he teaches you the same to be with him &lt;3<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-25 14:41:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>• Fluff headcanons •</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Albedo 📚<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Even though he tries his best to not sound or look so excited, Albedo loves whenever you visit him on his lab. You make him feel comfortable and he can't help but be grateful of how much your support helps him with his experiments.</li><li>Albedo enjoys desserts, as he says in a voiceline, so his heart will melt whenever you offer him candies or some sweet dish you bought or made.</li></ul><div><strong>Childe 🌊<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>He's extremely proud of you and he'll praise you often about how awesome you're to his eyes.</li><li>Childe is super fond of cuddling with you and he always whispers sweet nothings into your ears as he plays with your hair while your body is pressed against his.</li><li>Days at the beach are funny and heartwarming with him. Even if you don't like the sea or the sand, Childe will make you happy and interested in the ride.</li></ul><div><strong>Diluc 🦉<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Imagine that your daughter gained a vision even though she's really young and Diluc, your husband, is super proud of her and helps her with training her new powers and abilities. (Little imagine)</li><li>He made a special drink with your name and it's one of the most famous drinks of Monstad, even though if it's alcohol free.</li><li>His favorite part of his day is when he finally can take a bath and lay by your side on the bed, hiding his face against your neck as he enjoys your scent.</li><li>Diluc loves when you caress his hair. During nighttime, right before you both sleep, his voice is hoarse due the tiredness and he usually gives up from talking because of how good the hair playing make him feel.</li></ul><div><strong>Kaeya ❄<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>He enjoys giving you gifts! You'll often receive cute things such as a stuffed animal - your favorite one was a peacock you named 'Snowflake' - or maybe a jewelry that always reminds you of him.</li><li>Kaeya absolutely is the "where's my hug at?" guy, so he'll often seek for physical contact with you, not bothering if you're out in public or not (if you're comfortable with that idea, of course). His hugs are the best, since his cologne and embrace make you feel safe and cozy.</li><li>He definitely brags about being your boyfriend to the people he's closest with.</li></ul><div><strong>Thoma 🎋<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>He enjoys cooking for you. His skills with house chores is almost like a blessing and the meals he prepares are absolutely delicious. Be prepared to be spoiled with your favorite dishs often.</li></ul><div><strong>Venti 🍎<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>The bard uses you as his inspiration to write many songs and that made people of Monstad adore you because of the love that Venti puts into his words.</li><li>Venti takes you often to Starsnatch Cliff just so you both can gather Cecilias to braid them into your hair. He's also super fond of how your hair feels and smells like.</li></ul><div><strong>Zhongli 🐉<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>He may seem like he has no mora, but he loves taking you out for dinner at the best restaurants of Liyue.</li><li>Afternoon tea is everything for the both of you. Zhongli prepares the best tea combinations ever and it's quite hard to not like the beverage when it is made by your partner.</li><li>His stories are interesting to listen to and Zhongli can't help but fall even more for you at how amazed you look once he's finished with his talking. Your eyes carry so many emotions and happiness he's weak to his knees.</li></ul><div><strong>Xiao 🎆<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>He enjoys talking about his day with you. The adeptus has a harsh routine and being by your side as he rambles about some things is more than enough to bring him some peace.</li><li>Xiao is a fan of your Almond Tofu - the dish you learned how to cook just for him. He'll praise how good it taste like while his mouth is stuffed with his favorite food and he's really cute while doing so.</li><li>Your boyfriend also likes to walk through some of his favorites landscapes of Liyue. One of them it's Dihua Marsh, the place where he plays the flute to make you smile.</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-25 14:43:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>touching their hair — genshin headcanons</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>albedo<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>“oh, sure”</li><li>i think he wouldnt mind!! he wouldnt be really opposed to the idea, especially if he noticed that it relaxes you</li><li>you could play with his hair as hes writing down reports — he discovered it helps him focus</li><li>when you take care of klee, the both of you often braid his hair and put some colorful clips in! while the two of you are playing around with his hairstyle, albedo would usually be sketching the scenery</li><li>he often doesnt take the hair accessories off — he thinks theyre cute and remind him of you&amp;klee. even if hell get weird stares, hell still have them in</li><li>“what? its practical. keeps hair out of my face while i work”</li></ul><div><strong>diluc<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>“why?”</li><li>i feel like he would be a little bit hesitant to the idea,,</li><li>but after seeing you trying to explain why and also noticing your crestfallen expression, he caves in</li><li>hes so used to always having his hair into a ponytail that it feels weird when you untie it and let it fall loose</li><li>at first hes pretty tense but as you calmly comb your hair through it, he slowly relaxes</li><li>in the end, he quite enjoys it! if youll be sitting somewhere together, he would let you play around with it, often closing his eyes</li><li>the staff of the winery looks at him with small smiles on their faces</li><li>“look, master diluc looks so calm with them”</li></ul><div><strong>kaeya<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>“of course angel”</li><li>I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD ACTUALLY INITIATE IT</li><li>you can go wild! bring colorful clips! flower crowns! pretty hair ties! he trusts you absolutely</li><li>i think he loves when you braid his hair</li><li>he would often let you sit with him as he does his favonius duties and just let you braid it</li><li>he adores when you comb your fingers through his hair</li><li>you end up doing it more than you thought you will</li><li>“do you maybe want to braid my hair?”</li></ul><div><strong>scaramouche<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>“if you really want to”</li><li>if it was anyone else he wouldve said no with a look that could kill</li><li>but its you, so he complies. and when he sees how happy you get, hes pretty sure he made the right decision</li><li>when i tell you he melts when you start to play with it</li><li>i mean it</li><li>please do it more often, he loves it</li><li>he wont exactly ask you to do that, but he will send subtle hints</li><li>for example, if he takes off his hat, you can take it as a silent permission to comb through it</li><li>one time when you were playing with his hair and telling him about your day, one of his subordinates walked in on you</li><li>you immediately wanted to lift your hands, knowing how important his reputation was to him, but as you began to do so, he gently grabbed them and told you to continue</li><li>“what do you want and who let you walk in here without permission? are you just stupid or do you have a death wish?”</li></ul><div><strong>xiao<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>“i suppose”</li><li>i think that he would view it as quite a intimate thing?</li><li>not in a sexual way, but just as a trust thing</li><li>he didnt let anyone come so close to him, so he is a little bit tense when you initially do it</li><li>it takes him a little bit to get warmed up to the idea and loosen up, but after he does, he quite enjoys it</li><li>he likes when you two are sitting on the balcony in wangshu inn and you just play with his hair</li><li>he might want to return the favor too!</li><li>in the end, hes glad he gave it a go</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>affection with them !</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><strong>kazuha </strong>— forehead kisses and kisses everywhere but the lips</blockquote><div>since it’s common knowledge that you’re kazuhas muse sometimes when he’s writing his haikus something comes over him and it hits him just how much he loves you. not like he didn’t know before<br><br></div><div>he loves kissing your forehead because of how you scrunch your nose it’s the cutest fucking thing and he wishes he could take a picture to savor it forever but too bad he isn’t fast enough. he loves the face you make when he pulls away after placing a kiss right on the corner of yours lips and the whine you let out, it’s not too long before he’s pulling you back in to place a bunch of kisses on your lips<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>xiao</strong> — nose kisses and nose boops</blockquote><div>i didn’t realize just how round and cute his nose was it’s so small and adorable oh my god but moving on, everyone has talked about how shy xiao would be w affection so the only way he can really show how much he loves you without him being too red is to either boop your nose or softly kiss it. this doesn’t mean that he won’t blush he most definitely will but it’s just less red &lt;3<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>childe</strong> — raspberries</blockquote><div>he loves your giggles so much, it’s the only thing other than fighting that brings him so much joy. it turns into a game between you two like who can surprise the other the most or whatever stupid idea he comes up with. so expect him to randomly blow onto your stomach when you’re laying around, oh also he does this to wake you up 😊<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>scara </strong>— cheek kisses</blockquote><div>another one who’s too shy to be fair he hasn’t really felt “loved” until you came so it takes a bit of getting used to on his part. he also doesn’t want others to see him getting all soft for you &lt;/3 but sometimes you just look so adorable he wants nothing more than to take you in his arms and kiss you breathless but you’re in public so a kiss on the cheek will have to do until you two arrive home<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>albedo </strong>— sitting on laps</blockquote><div>no shock here albedos always working, there’s never a moment he’s not playing around with some vial or dissecting some animal he found. he tells you not to visit especially when he’s on dragonspine but you do anyways. and when he sees you shaking in the corner he silently pulls you to his lap and drapes the blanket that was previously in his lap over you all while placing a soft kiss on your temple<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>snow day! (holiday special)</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<h1><strong>diluc</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong><em>the warmth of a fireplace and comfort of his arms<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>diluc is always on the move and so getting to relax in a cozy and calm atmosphere is always something that's on his mind</li><li>and he's not very fond of snow: it's difficult to tread in and the cold has never agreed very well with him as a pyro user</li><li>on super snowy days, you'll more often than not catch him in his father's old study sifting through aged books and manuscripts</li><li>or just sitting by the window and sipping on a goblet of grape juice (lukewarm, of course, chilled wouldn't be too good to drink during winter)</li><li>though, that was when he was single: now that he has you, things are a bit different :)</li><li>he's super fond of just sitting in front of the fireplace with you in his lap and a big blanket thrown over both of your shoulders</li><li>you and him don't even have to do anything, he's more than content to just hold (or be held by) you and relax in each other's arms</li><li>he's not above a cozy, snowed-in nap either (he emits so much warm heat that it's almost inevitable that you'll fall asleep in his arms)</li><li>play with his hair and he's a GONER (it actually lulls him to sleep quite easily)</li><li>diluc might even get a novel and share it between the two of you (he'll always ask first if you're ready for the page to be turned before he turns it)</li><li>but something he loves to do with you is play rounds of chess!</li><li>he's a big nerd (affectionate) when it comes to chess moves and will teach you how to set up these intricate chess strategies</li><li>even if you absolutely suck at chess, diluc will always let you win because he's a gentleman (and he loves seeing you do a little victory dance)</li><li>though, if you <em>really</em> plead with him, he'll indulge you and step outside the winery for a walk to enjoy the snow (if it's not up to his knees that is)</li><li>the winery is often surrounded by crystalflies that change with the season, so diluc will watch with a smile on his face as you run through the grapevines and try to collect as many cryo crystalflies as you hand</li><li>if you meet up with him somewhere during winter and don't wear gloves, he'll gently chide you, take your hands within his and blow hot air onto them (what a gentleman aaaaa)</li><li>his hands are very warm if calloused more often than not, so really you can just bring one glove and have him hold your other hand</li><li>overall: diluc largely prefers to stay indoors and enjoy the mundanity and simplicity with you :)</li></ul><div><strong>more characters utc!<br></strong><br></div><h1><strong>kaeya</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong><em>wintery surprises full of romance and a hint of childish wonder<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>kaeya always keeps those around him on their toes, and you're no exception!</li><li>the snow doesn't bother him, he makes the most of snowy days in his own way</li><li>but what stays consistent are the surprises that he throws your way!</li><li>you'll never know if you'll be spending the day indoors all comfy and warm, or outdoors in the snow until it actually happens</li><li>for indoor activities, kaeya can't help but spend every minute glued to your side</li><li>he'll shove furniture to the walls of the room, put a record on, and sweep you off your feet like a handsome prince (don't even get him started on his fancy footwork—he was raised by nobility and has to put those ballroom dance lessons to work <em>somehow</em>)</li><li>but in all honesty he just prefers to sway with your bodies pressed together impossibly close to a romantic melody while he peppers you with kisses :D</li><li>he'll douse all the candles in the evening except for one and sit beside you in front of the fireplace on piles of pillows and a shared blanket draped over both of your shoulders while he recounts ghost stories and tries to scare you (if it works he'll coo about how cute you are and pull you into his lap. if it doesn't work, welp it's time for scarier stories)</li><li>if you're heading out for the day, you're most likely headed to a frozen-over lake for some skating!</li><li>as mentioned before: he's gotta put his uppity nobleman ballroom dancing skills to use in something!</li><li>he's super graceful on the ice (he'll even use his vision to leave vapor frost trails as he twirls and dances on the ice for maximum elegance &gt;:D)</li><li>if you're not great at skating, he'll tease you but also act as a great teacher in the process (though it's hard to learn when he's constantly leaving lingering touches and kisses on your skin any chance he gets, frickin tease)</li><li>if you're just out on a walk in the snow, kaeya will use his vision to make little sculptures out of ice (he'll craft a rose out of ice and hand it to you with a surprisingly sheepish smile, that's how you know he's down BAD)</li><li>kaeya's down for anything really, he'll always ALWAYS make the most of it!</li></ul><h1><strong>albedo</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong><em>the scent of newly opened parchment paper and the taste of milk mustaches and warm smiles<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>albedo doesn't mind winter and snow all that much! he's used to dragonspine's climate, after all</li><li>not only that, but winter is just a part of life as anything else so of course he digs it :P</li><li>but albedo is more of the reclusive type and prefers to stay indoors anyways</li><li>he'll take advantage of the cold and run some seasonal experiments</li><li>but if you can coax him to relax, he fancies the mundanity of just sitting near the window with you and drawing your figure as you stare out at the falling snow</li><li>(he'll sketch you a lot just doing little domestic things: making tea/coffee/food, folding laundry, reading, anything really)</li><li>but, where albedo is, klee usually follows and keeping a little rambunctious girl inside can get very difficult</li><li>so more often than not, he'll take you and klee out to play in the snow (and catch crystalflies since klee really likes that!) :)</li><li>he's not super into the really hyped snow day activities like snowball fights but he loves to build snowmen!</li><li>klee adores when albedo crafts tree branches out of seeds with his alchemy and will run up with an armful to use on the snowman</li><li>he's so frickin attractive so effortlessly; he'll come behind you and guide your hands while you place decorations on the snowman if you can't decide what should go where</li><li>(klee asks you why you're smiling so much and it makes albedo's stomach just do a flip hehehe)</li><li>once home from your day of building snowmen and chasing crystralfies, albedo will pour the three of you warm glasses of milk and reluctantly agree to take part in the "who can have the best milk mustache" competition you and klee decided to start</li><li>but at the end of the day he's glad to do nothing more than just have you curl up by his side and sketch your beautiful face :)</li></ul><h1><strong>childe/tartaglia</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong><em>the jingle of sweet laughter and prickle of frosted snow against one's cheek<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>mister childe tartaglia eleventh of the fatui harbingers absolutely ADORES snow</li><li>he grew up in snezhnayan blizzards after all, he's a bonafide expert in all things frosty and cold</li><li>that being said, childe will absolutely refuse to stay indoors if the snow is piled high and fluffy outside</li><li>how can he just sit around and do nothing when the snow's the <em>perfect</em> texture for making snowballs??</li><li>he'll drag you outside with that sneaky little smile of his for some winter fun :P</li><li>more than anything, childe loves sledding! and liyue isn't short of any death-looming hills, that's for sure</li><li>as much as you'll squeal and shriek in terror, the adrenaline that courses through his veins as you both hurtle towards the base of a large hill on his rickety old sled is all he needs (while you're screaming all the way down, he's laughing like a madman LOL)</li><li>he'll make little challenges to compete with you (who can make the biggest snowball, who can roll down the hill the fastest, who can catch the most snowflakes on their tongue, honestly with how much he loves both competitions and snow, the possibilities are endless)</li><li>did someone say snowball fights?</li><li>unless you're a snezhnayan native, i wish you good luck, comrade</li><li>childe is almost scarily good at sniping you with snowballs (you will lose any snowball fight with him, guaranteed)</li><li>not to mention that his competitive nature mixes quite well with any sort of battle between you two</li><li>he'll make fortified walls of snow and attack rapidly and ballistically (how the hell is he making so many snowballs so quickly??)</li><li>he'll apologize later, but not before rubbing his victory in your face (and it's highly likely that you've made a bet before starting your snowball fight, so he'll taunt and tease your loss in your face. you can shut him up quickly by kissing him though, it usually works)</li><li>childe will most definitely find a good sized lake and teach you how to ice fish!</li><li>he'll let you sit with your back against his chest and guide your arms and hands within his own with all the proper intricacies of ice fishing</li><li>and after you've caught your first ever ice fishing catch, he'll be sure to cook it up real nice for dinner :)</li><li>as much as childe loves being outside when it snows, the warm honey-glow of the inside of a house are also loved by him</li><li>he'll make dishes of the fish you both caught, and once dinner is over he'll brew two large mugs of hot chocolate and snuggle up beside you near the window to watch the snow fall :)</li></ul><h1><strong>zhongli</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong><em>the sweet fragrance of herbal tea, crumpled pages of a worn book, and gentle crunch of snow under one's boots<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>zhongli thinks winter is a marvelous season: just not a season where he'd enjoy roughhousing in the snow like a certain harbinger (that is if he even really enjoyed roughhousing to begin with)</li><li>and snow is just as beautiful as it is treacherous</li><li>but snowy days allow for more days spent indoors, and days spent indoors meant more quality time spent with his beloved :)</li><li>zhongli loves nothing more than to brew a pot of tea and have you snuggle up in his lap by the window with a thick blanket around both of your shoulders</li><li>he'll have a good book ready and waiting, and he'll read to you in that sweet, silky voice of his</li><li>it's enough to get you drowsy and snoring against the crook of his neck, that's for sure LOL (his voice is so soothing hhhhh)</li><li>zhongli does still like to go out during winter!</li><li>he'll hold your gloved hand in his (and put your intertwined hands into his pocket for extra warmth) and just stroll around liyue and its outskirts while admiring the soft snowfall</li><li>he has knowledge of all the best spots in liyue with the best views of the snow; he's glad that you're just like him and content to walk around and enjoy the small things in life, like the gentle flutter of a snowflake as it falls towards the ground</li><li>adores seasonal markets!! he'll take you there and spoil you rotten with whatever you'd like to purchase (of course, he charges the bill to either the northland bank or wangsheng funeral parlor, but surely they can understand that his beloved darling deserve these presents won't they?)</li><li>even if you're not buying anything, zhongli finds comfort in just window shopping and admiring the quality of goods (though you might have to pull him away before he starts to haggle for another vase that you both really <em>don't</em> need)</li><li>zhongli isn't much for pda since he prefers displays of affection to be in more secluded places, but he's not above wrapping his arms around your waist and nosing your cold cheek or pressing kisses to your frosty nose to keep you warm if you're away from prying eyes</li></ul><h1><strong>xiao</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong><em>the gentle hum of a lullaby, tender flap of a crystalfly's wings, and the soothing texture of thick, silky locks between your fingers<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>xiao isn't very fond of winter, the snow and bitter cold bring back too many horrid memories for him</li><li>with an entire nation to protect, there was never time for him to throw snowballs, make snow angels, or build any snowmen</li><li>he becomes confused when you talk about all these things, and admits that he doesn't go out much during the winter</li><li>but something xiao likes, come rain, snow, or shine, is admiring the crystalflies that gather near the inn</li><li>he's shy, and a little awkward when first asking you to come see the crystalflies with him, but you're already hauling on your boots and slipping a scarf around your neck</li><li>xiao's fond of the anemo crystalflies; all crystalflies hum a gentle melody when their wings flap and anemo crystalfies—in xiao's opinion—have the most beautiful melody of them all</li><li>but on snowy days, the cryo crystalflies tend to be more active but all in all, he doesn't mind</li><li>he'll let you hold his hand with bated breath, and if you're kind of a klutz while treading through the snow, say no more! xiao will walk backwards, hold your hands, and let you walk in his foot imprints</li><li>asides from crystalfly watching, xiao doesn't particularly like to go outside during snowy days unless danger is present</li><li>but now that he's donned the title of your lover, he's found that your embrace is even more of a reason to abandon the snowy outsides</li><li>there's nothing more he'd rather do on a snowy day than lay in your arms and let your fingers card through his locks while you hum a gentle lullaby</li><li>you makes him feel at peace and he forgets all about the bitter cold outside :)</li></ul><h1><strong>kazuha</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong><em>the melody of a tender flute, frosted fingertips, and ballads bathed in snow<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>kazuha thinks winter is absolutely beautiful: it's calm, quiet, and simple</li><li>much like his love for you :)</li><li>kazuha's got jittery feet: he's usually on the move or preparing to go somewhere, so it's likely that he'll prefer to be outside in the snow</li><li>he'll bring you along with him on his snowy adventure, wandering to nowhere in particular</li><li>even if you're just stopping to admire the view, you'll feel his breath fan along the skin of your neck as he recites flowery words to perfectly describe the scenery before the two of you</li><li>though he's not one to take part in super childish and rambunctious activities, kazuha does like when snowflakes fall onto the tip of his nose</li><li>he likes it even more when he can burn the image of you with a snowflake on your nose into his brain forever and ever so he'd constantly have something beautiful to look at</li><li>he'll search for a peaceful, secluded clearing, and pull out his flute to serenade you with gentle melodies (and as much as you'll tease that he's acting like a suave romeo, his beautiful playing and sly, alluring glances undoubtedly have your knees weak)</li><li>to the melody of frosty winds, kazuha will take your hand and lead you in a soundless waltz</li><li>if you coax him into making snow angels, he won't exactly object but he'd be confused about it (please explain it to him!!)</li><li>but eventually it just becomes him staring up at the sky with you laying beside him and holding his hand</li><li>the peace and tranquility of winter is so much better when the warmth of your hands trickles up into his heart :)</li></ul><h1><strong>scaramouche</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong><em>childish innocence and the softness of his heart hidden behind a mask of indifference and hardened scowls<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>while the persona of <em>scaramouche</em> dismisses the snow as a hinderance, <em>kunikuzushi</em> can't help but be enamored with the beauty of it all</li><li>in his youth (or perhaps better referred to as "early days of his creation"), kunikuzushi was allowed only an hour of time outdoors before he was to be called back in</li><li>and he loved going outside to chase butterflies and catch crystalflies and weave crowns out of tiny delicate flowers</li><li>but, most of all, he loved when snow blanketed inazuma</li><li>the servants knew to bring him in after an hour, but he was always sure that they spared him an extra ten minutes because the sight of him frolicking around in the snow was worth any sort of punishment they might receive</li><li>he loved snow angels and catching snowflakes on his tongue! and if he looked carefully, he could spot fluffy white birds hanging on snowy tree branches and he'd spend lots of time chasing them</li><li>when brought inside, the servants would wrap him warm in a blanket and present a hot cup of a sweet, honeyed liquid that made his insides all gooey and warm</li><li>but that was a long, long time ago</li><li>now, whenever scaramouche looks at snow, he feels a sense of longing which slowly morphs into self-directed disgust</li><li>snowy days make him grumpier than usual, and as much as you'll try to reach out to him, he shields himself behind an impenetrable wall</li><li>but if you're patient enough and can manage to sit outside his room with the promise of love and a steaming mug of honeyed milk in your hands, he might just emerge from his room (with lots and lots of coaxing)</li><li>at first, he's much more inclined to stay inside</li><li>which is no problem for you! you've got out board and card games, books, and tons of blankets</li><li>scaramouche is generally a haughty man full of hubris and arrogance, which usually carries over into the most trivial things like board games (he will go ALL OUT to win and sulk if you beat him hehe)</li><li>he doesn't seem too thrilled when you suggest simply cuddling by the fireplace, but the moment he indulges you and you've got his head in your lap, fingers in his hair, and a blanket around your shoulders, he's in heaven</li><li>slowly but surely, he comes to not hate winter as much as he used to (even if he partakes in your indoor winter activities with grumpy mutters and scowls, but still snuggles further into your embrace and lets a sliver of a smile pass whenever you do a victory cheer after crushing him in checkers)</li><li>so when you finally suggest that he try just a brief walk in the snow, he'll only be slightly disagreeable but let you dress him in his winter clothes regardless</li><li>the first steps outside are obviously hard for him: despite the agitated snarl on his face he's obviously struggling with putting one foot in front of the other</li><li>but when you take his hand and offer him a reassuring squeeze and gentle smile, his body eases up</li><li>and soon, when he thinks you aren't looking as you've gone to check something out, if you glance back over your shoulder:</li><li>you'll see the beautiful sight of a fluffy white bird on scaramouche's gloved finger, and a gentle smile with lidded eyes etched onto his face</li></ul><h1><strong>dainsleif</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong><em>the simple desire to keep your warmth close, and the gentle threading of fingers through one's hair<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>dainsleif is all too familiar with snow: he's concluded long ago that there wasn't anything special about it</li><li>the first time he encountered snow was his first year alone in a new world that didn't welcome people like him</li><li>khaenri'ah was a barren land with no seasons, so the unfamiliar weather was both frightening yet intriguing to him</li><li>but after experiencing far too many snowfalls to count, snow has lost the beautiful allure it once had for a sinner like him</li><li>enter: you</li><li>when you entered his life, you also brought the beauty back into it</li><li>flowers that appeared dull were brought back to life, the sky seemed less grey, and the air had never smelled sweeter</li><li>even winter began to appear mystic and wonderous in his eyes</li><li>but dainsleif loves nothing more than to hide himself away from the outside in your arms</li><li>despite being a bit of a giant of a man, he'll silently ask to be kept within your arms all bundled up near the window so the both of you could watch the snow fall in peace</li><li>when your fingers rake through his locks and skim over his face—now free of the inky, midnight mask—he falls silent and does his best to maintain a straight face despite the rosy blush that engulfs his cheek and neck</li><li>he'll plant his ear firm on your chest to listen to the melody of your heart tremble under your skin</li><li>dainsleif will be so relaxed sometimes that he'll even fall asleep wrapped up in your arms (and though your tailbone might be numb when you get up later, it's all worth it)</li><li>dainsleif isn't much for sweets, but he'll indulge you and make sweet cups of hot chocolate to warm your stomachs</li><li>though the outside looks beautiful, he'd much rather stay indoors and let go of the hardened mask he's had to adorn for so long</li><li>in your arms is the only place he can ever truly relax</li></ul><h1><strong>thoma</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong><em>the hustle and bustle of a busy streetmarket, gliding of ice skates, tingle of snow angels, and heat of his palms within yours<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>thoma loves winter! especially snowy days!</li><li>to be fair, there's not much thoma doesn't like since he can always find a rainbow amidst stormclouds (sweet angel-)</li><li>it's even better when you're beside him too, after all he loves good company!</li><li>he'll take you to a nearby seasonal market for some shopping! he hasn't got <em>too</em> much mora to his name, so don't go picking out anything fancy!</li><li>but if he can afford and it you want it? done! it's all yours :)</li><li>majority of the time spent at the market with you is filled with him draping various cloths and headpieces onto you in a sort of "mini fashion show"</li><li>despite the fact that you and him probably couldn't afford even half the things he had put on you</li><li>thoma would never admit it but it makes his insides all gushy when you present a little gift to him in return (but he <em>will</em> tell you how much it makes him feel appreciated and pepper lots of kisses all over your face)</li><li>as much as he'll tease you about accidentally falling on the ice (and won't help you up the second time since apparently "you have to learn"), thoma isn't that graceful on ice himself</li><li>drag him to a frozen over pond and he'll try and clamber away from it</li><li>but if you do manage to get him on the ice, least to say: it's a spectacle</li><li>he's clumsy and awkward and often falls right back on his behind, but he'll still wobble over to you and drag you onto the ice himself so that you can be wobbling, clumsy messes together</li><li>when the snow is piled and soft, thoma loves nothing more than to lay on his back and make snow angels!</li><li>the kamisato residence grounds are often covered in snow angels when thoma is assigned to clear the snow away from the paths</li><li>he'll take your hand and have you lay down beside him, hand-in-hand to make snow angels</li><li>and when you finally do get up, he'll coo at how your snow angels are holding hands :)</li><li>thoma is all over indoor activities too!</li><li>he really has no preference and admires both either way :)</li><li>but what he loves to do indoors is some organizing (after all, you can't just wait until spring to get in some cleaning!)</li><li>reluctantly, you'll aid him in sorting through files for the kamisato siblings, or just tidying up your shared house</li><li>but he's not above some holiday baking either :) thoma makes the most delicious sweets and when indoors, he'll guide you by standing with your back pressed to his chest and his hands layered over yours as your roll the wooden rolling pin back and forth over the flattened dough</li><li>(he's a tease, what can i say?)</li><li>cupcake frosting on your lips? not for long: he'll use his thumb to wipe away the sugary frosting and pop it into his own mouth (curse you thoma for being so freaking attractive-)</li><li>but at the end of the day, thoma just wants to drape his arms around your waist and do any kind of activity that you're in the mood for: whether it's going out and laughing at him when he falls on his butt on ice for the 5th time, or mixing cake batter and talking about anything and everything in your cozy kitchen</li></ul><h1><strong>itto—☆</strong></h1><div><strong><em>the pitch of a snowball, bubbling laughter, and the softness of an oni's heart<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>the man, the legend, the menace himself, the one and oni: arataki itto</li><li>itto prefers to be outside regardless of anything: if there's perfectly good snow that needs to be played in, how can you expect him to sit still indoors all day??</li><li>he usually gathers up all the inazuman street children and his gang helps him organize a fun day of snowy activities for everyone</li><li>he'll even drag you into it somehow!</li><li>the children absolutely adore him and think him a big brother figure for them to play with, so of course they're down!</li><li>but itto's most favorite snowy activity of them all: snowball fights</li><li>he has to pull his pitches when he throws snowballs (because he's sure if he actually threw with all his strength he'd accidentally snipe a little kid and knock them unconscious) but he still has so much fun regardless!</li><li>but, of course, it's <em>itto</em> we're talking about here</li><li>it wouldn't be itto's thing if he weren't insanely competitive!</li><li>he's drawing up plans in the snow for his team with a stick (if they're doing team snowball fights)</li><li>he'll craft bunkers out of snow to conceal their plans and try his best to speak in an authoritative military voice (he'll mimic kujou sara at this point)</li><li>keep in mind: he's speaking to a bunch of kids who probably have no idea what the heck "ballistics" are</li><li>he also INSISTS that you be on his team even if the numbers are wonky (he'll make a kid go to the other team just because he wants you on his, even if you scold him for doing that after)</li><li>but hey! he's a pretty good leader and because of him is his snowball team able to achieve victory (he's seen inazuman soldiers kiss their s/o upon returning from battle and does the same with you by dipping you low and pressing his lips to yours, even if it makes all the kids are you go "eewwwwww")</li><li>if we're talking about individual snowball fights? oh man</li><li>itto won't stop until you're the last person still not hit by his snowballs (he practically fires them like a canon)</li><li>he can't bring himself to hit you with the snowball because you're his precious baby who he loves so much and would never want to hurt (his words!)</li><li>so, instead, he'll admit defeat and let you throw a snowball at him to claim your victory (all the kids cheer because itto has beaten them in snowball fights for FAR too long)</li><li>he'll sulk for a little but if you treat him to some dango and snacks he'll perk right back up and insist that you sit in his lap and feed him (big baby-)</li></ul><h1><strong>gorou—☆</strong></h1><div><strong><em>the swish of his tail, glimmer of played-in snow, and toothy smiles filled with joy<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li>the general of watatsumi island usually spends his time trying to uphold his image and earn the respect of his comrades</li><li>but, during snowy days, gorou can't help but let his authoritative persona melt away</li><li>look at all the snow! it's perfect to go outside and play in: but he'll still be hesitant because he doesn't want to risk looking childish in front of you</li><li>but it's hard to hide his desires when his tail is swishing back and forth when he looks out the window, ears perked up and all</li><li>so when you discreetly mention that the two of you should go outside for a walk in the snow, he'll do his best to mask his elation but there's no denying his swishing tail</li><li>the minute you step outside, gorou's already bounded towards the snow and dove in headfirst</li><li>all the composure and effort he's taken to maintain his dignity has all but disappeared as he pulls you by the arm to dive headfirst into a freshly mounded snowbank</li><li>he'll apologize right after realizing, but cut him off with a snowball to the face or a kiss and he'll hush :P</li><li>he'll burrow himself all over the snow and pop out with his hair, ears, and tail looking like they'd been dusted over in powdered sugar</li><li>snowmen!! gorou loves building snowmen, and he'll make snowmen that look like his comrades too (there's a little kokosnowman that you helped craft that looks a bit too much like a snow fish-)</li><li>he's not above wrestling in the snow too! he's a fifth born son and grew up roughhousing with elder siblings, so he's used to duking it out in the snow</li><li>but because you're his lover and he would never dream of accidentally hurting you, it's more of you and him rolling around in the snow and him letting you take charge of the "wrestling" match</li><li>by the time you're both satisfied with the fun you've had today, your cheeks and noses are cold and your entire bodies are caked in snow</li><li>but with how happily his tail is wagging as you head back home, it's most definitely all worth facing the cold</li></ul><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>first times</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>thoma </strong>leans in close, and you're instantly entranced by the sparkle in his emerald eyes. lashes flutter and nervous breaths brush against the tip of your nose. warm hands trail down your jawline and a thumb comes to rest against your cheek, coaxing your lips closer until the magnetic pull can't be repelled any longer. the connection is tender and sweet, giggles filled with relief tumbling off the tip of your tongue. strawberry blond hair tickles your forehead as butterflies erupt from somewhere within you too difficult to pinpoint.<br><br></div><blockquote>"the first kiss"</blockquote><div><strong>albedo </strong>turns around from where he's crouched over the pages of an astronomy encyclopedia, illuminated only by a dim candle- it's to avoid light pollution, he says. but to you it serves another purpose, softly highlighting the hollows and ridges of his face, the familiar rising of cheekbones and crinkling of eyes as he lets himself smile. a curious silence, shared under the light of a thousand falling stars.<br><br></div><blockquote>"the first night"</blockquote><div><strong>kazuha </strong>never lets his gaze break from yours throughout the whole song, the soft melody sounding so sweet and heartfelt in his voice. you catch him smiling sometimes, and there's a twinkle in his eyes that is his way of silently saying how much he adores you. it's no special night; takeout boxes sit on the kitchen bench and rain patters against the window, but you can't help but imprint this memory in your mind when he leans forward to catch your tear with a kiss to your cheek.<br><br></div><blockquote>"the first song that made you cry"</blockquote><div><strong>kaeya </strong>reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers together. purple hues paint the sky, a mellow indigo reflecting in his irises as they glimmer and flit from your eyes to your lips and back up again. you giggle into the bottle he raises to your mouth, edges stained a deep maroon. liquid courage courses through both your veins, tugging the secrets from your heart and letting them tumble into the light of the street lamps.<br><br></div><blockquote>"the first drink, red wine, on a step in brooklyn"</blockquote><div><strong>scaramouche </strong>knows he was thoughtless. he's always lacked empathy and patience, raising his voice at the slightest annoyances. nothing's ever motivated him to change his ways, not until you came along. scara is stubborn but the crestfallen expression on your face when he says something he clearly doesn't mean is enough to convince him it's not worth losing his temper over something so trivial, especially compared to losing you. his voice is still rough around the edges but when he yells that he loves you too much with tears brimming his eyes, you know he would never lie.<br><br></div><blockquote>"i still feel the first fight, and we both made it out alive"</blockquote><div><strong>xiao </strong>can't help but let his eyes widen at your sudden confession, especially at a time like this when he is so damaged, so weak, blood trailing down a gash on his cheek. he searches your eyes for any trace of doubt or hesitation, and when he finds none he's not sure what to do. all he knows is your touch is warm, and perhaps if this is what those three words really mean, he'll hold onto them forever.<br><br></div><blockquote>"the first look in your eyes when i said i love you"</blockquote><div><strong>childe </strong>didn't expect someone like you to get him all nervous, butterflies in his stomach and hands unsure. but as soon as the music starts, they naturally find their way around your waist and you seem to get lost in each other's eyes- oceans of blue, filled with depths you may never uncover in your lifetime. time slows down and the curves of his face are only barely illuminated by the light of the moon, but it's enough to make out the boyish grin that spreads across his face.<br><br></div><blockquote>"first dance, moonlight, in your parents' garden"</blockquote><div><strong>diluc </strong>sighs at your clumsiness, catching your flailing body that barrels into his chest. giggles erupt from somewhere within and he can't help but catch them too, your laughter echoing in an empty stairwell. you raise your phone to snap a picture of the glittering skyline from an abandoned city rooftop, both your silhouettes dark against the hazy sky. his shadow leans over yours, bodies swaying to a nonexistent beat, protective arms that wrap around and let you know this is the only place he'd ever want to be right now.<br><br></div><blockquote>"i can still feel the butterflies from when we stumbled home that night"</blockquote><div>... and i can't wait to make a million more first times.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>genshin boys in a fantasy otome game</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>diluc: </strong>the stuck-up duke you're engaged to. incredibly rich and you're basically sold to be his wife by your parents who claim “they only want the best for you.” which, apparently, equals to this seemingly perfect man with handsome features and an endless amount of mora. however, as flawless he may be on the surface, you find out he's just a very negligent fiance who thinks buying you all the dresses and jewels in the kingdom is enough to make you happy. he's stiff and cold, shutting you out of his life; telling you his problems didn't concern you. but maybe... maybe he did that because he didn't want to trouble you. maybe he cares about you to an extent. he makes an effort to join you for dinner, no matter how busy he is, and his gifts are sometimes thoughtful, not just expensive. he's clumsy at flattery, but you appreciate the sentiment. (and maybe — just maybe — you could find happiness with him.)<br><br></div><div><strong>kaeya:</strong> the step-brother of your fiance. you've always thought he was strange. his gaze on you lingered, and he stares at you far too often to be considered appropriate for a mere (soon to be) brother-in-law. his smiles are suggestive, and quite unsettling. but you find out he's kind, just a bit mysterious. he keeps you company when diluc can't make it into dinner, and he accompanies you around town in his brother's stead if he was too busy to come with you himself. he's nothing but a gentleman, friendly and approachable, but you both know there's a distance he can't cross. (and yet he longs to.)<br><br></div><div><strong>childe:</strong> a smug thief you caught stealing one of diluc's treasures. before you can scream or call for help, he shushes you, and he slips away from the manor without managing to steal anything. it's a victory on your part, but he's a sneaky rat — he begins to visit you occasionally, just to rile you up for fun. you don't know how he does it, but he climbs through the balcony in your room, hiding in the shadows of the night to not let any of the servants see him. you're unamused by the blatant trespassing, but you can't deny he's entertaining to talk to. for a scummy thief, he sure does seem to love his family a lot. you can tell that much, from the voice he uses when he speaks of his siblings. (he sounds like that when he talks about you too, you know. you just never notice.) he gives you a ring one day — something he didn't steal for once. it's from his mother, he says. she told him to give it to the person he wanted to marry. he confesses he doesn't care about any of the treasure lurking within diluc's home anymore. because out of everything, he only wants to steal you away.<br><br></div><div><strong>zhongli:</strong> your first love. he's an unassuming baron with not a lot of influence, but there's something powerful residing in his eyes, glowing amber even in the dimmest of light. he's kingly, his elegant nature befitting of an emperor sitting on a golden throne, and yet he's as humble as a commoner, with no regards to his overflowing wealth. there's something special about the way he snakes his hand around your waist when you take the chance to dance with him at a ball, supposedly for obligatory purposes, but you lose yourself in his gaze, the color of honey staring deeply into you lighting your cheeks red. when he takes your hand in his, you feel his warmth through his glove (and idly, you wonder what it would be like if his gloves weren't in the way). he led you to the floor, twirling and spinning, and he's the perfect partner; he's as gentle as a passing wind, but his searing touch lingers, when the song comes to a close and he releases you. then your eyes travel to his left hand, an engagement ring adorning his finger, and your heart crumbles into a million pieces.<br><br></div><div><strong>albedo:</strong> a renowned mage known for his genius in the entire continent. magical powers aren't very common, thus mages are normally held in high regard, but he's even idolized by fellow mages. he was adept with his powers from a young age, but he doesn't see himself as anyone special. you meet him as a child when you both attended a boring ball, and since you were both children seeking some entertainment in this formal arrangement mainly utilized by adults, you both ditched the ballroom and went off somewhere quiet so albedo could show you some “party tricks”. he became your usual playmate from there on, and he's essentially your childhood friend. he does the meanest pranks (since he's a mage, he can easily turn your hair color into a bright green or temporarily turn you into a frog), but he's very nice when it counts. he gives you healing potions when you fall ill, and he casts a protection charm in every accessory he gifts you on your birthday. he's particularly interested in the study of dragons, despite dragons basically being a myth in your continent's fairy tales, and everyone thinks he's delusional for believing in them but you support him in his studies. you're naturally curious in what he does as a mage, and he's happy about that, however he is unamused when you jokingly ask him to make you a love potion to give to zhongli. (in retaliation, the very next day, he shows up in your room as a frog, claiming he had an “accident” while he was making a potion, thus turning himself into an amphibian. apparently, the only cure for it was... a kiss? <em>what</em>? didn't he make you an <em>actual</em> remedy when <em>you</em> were the one turned into a frog five years ago?)<br><br></div><div><strong>venti:</strong> a whimsical bard you happened to come across with when you snuck out of your home as a rebellious teenager. you were immature then, and a bit adventurous, and you wanted to see how commoners lived their life. you went out with simple clothes, with a cloak covering your facial features to hide your true identity, but some brute thieves noticed your expensive-looking wallet despite your efforts and immediately took the chance to rob you. then suddenly, a lithe boy jumps from a roof, distracts the men, and grabs your hand to lead you away from the chaos. he's light on his feet, full of bubbly energy, and although you were ready to compensate him for his help with whatever amount of money he could possibly ask for, he only requested for a single drink in a nearby tavern. he is... rather odd. he successfully identified your real title, but he didn't hand you off to palace guards right away to have you escorted back to your estate. no doubt having done so would earn him a great sum, because your parents had put a bounty over your head. instead, he offers to show you around town, plays you a song with his lyre, and introduces you to his friends. yes, he's certainly a strange fellow... but it's not just his behavior that's weird. his way of speaking is too eloquent for a commonner, and he knows too much about the officials governing the kingdom. his songs are always cryptic, insinuating a deeper meaning to his lyrics, and his eyes, though holding a childish twinkle, had a knowing gleam. and to top it all off, he introduced you to his “best friend” — the mythical dragon dvalin himself?! (it's somewhat underwhelming to find out he's the long lost prince of the kingdom right after you saw such a large creature hiding among the mountains.)<br><br></div><div><strong>xiao:</strong> your ever so loyal knight. as a child, he lived in the slums; a part of the kingdom everyone tended to avoid from fear. your father took pity on xiao when he found him struggling to survive and brought him back home to take care of him, planning to assign him as your personal knight once he was given proper training. xiao was surely worth pitying when you first laid your eyes on him — downcast eyes, sooty face, torn clothing with muddy shoes, and lacking any personal belongings. however, after he'd taken a nice bath, you learned he was quite pretty, with youthful features certain to turn handsome as he grew up. his eyes were an enchanting gold, skin as soft as velvet, and his hair was shiny and silky, though it was unfortunate he shied away whenever you tried to take a closer look. he was surprisingly meek, but you knew better than that. (after all, if he survived in the slums all by himself, you didn't doubt his capability to murder a man with his bare hands.) he was incredibly distant with you, but you didn't give up your attempts to befriend him. you invite him to go to the library to read storybooks together, just to see a twinkle of innocence light up his lifeless eyes. you dismiss his panicked refusal when you set up garden picnics especially for him, because he may pretend like he doesn't want to eat anything, but you can clearly see him eyeing that plate of almond tofu. soon enough, he grows fond of you, and he protects you not only because of his job, but also because you're someone precious to him.<br><br></div><div>as your knight, and by extension, your dearest <em>friend</em>, he is tasked to watch over you.<br><br></div><div>so he watches from the sidelines as you befriend another young boy — a mage known as albedo — and gazes in envy as albedo converses with you casually, able to stand on even ground with you. how he wished he could do the same.<br><br></div><div>he watches as you sneak out from your window to wander around the kingdom without permission, panic settling his nerves when you nearly injured yourself in doing so, but he doesn't stop you from escaping home, because he wanted you to have a taste of freedom. he regrets his decision when you come back home telling about your newest friend, venti.<br><br></div><div>he watches the exact moment when you fall in love with zhongli, putty in the older man's hands as he twirls you around the ballroom, and xiao could only look at you from a distance, sourness rising from the back of his throat. your heart wasn't the only one that shattered that day.<br><br></div><div>he watches as you sit across from diluc in the dinner table every night, eyeing the engagement ring on your finger illuminated by the chandelier hanging overhead, and remains silent even when your chatter starts to fill the air. he longs to take it off of you.<br><br></div><div>he watches, with a sense of empathy, when kaeya glances at you with a gaze too fond, in times you can't notice. you overlook it, as always, because that's how you've always been, unaware of the effect you have on other people. he's glad you were oblivious, sometimes.<br><br></div><div>he watches as you interact with that good-for-nothing thief every late evening, standing guard by the door in case childe tried to do anything. if he ever did, xiao wouldn't hesitate to slit his throat, because anyone who'd ever dare to hurt you will die by his hand. but childe doesn't do anything, so he stays put, with gritted teeth while that rascal is shamelessly flirting with you again.<br><br></div><div>xiao watches. he only watches. because he has no right to interfere. he's only a lowly knight, at most, <em>your friend</em>, but it's okay. it's okay because you can smile, even if it's not because of him. that's all that matters.<br><br></div><div>right?<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>GENSHIN BOYS AS YOUR HOT ROOMMATE</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>kaeya:</strong> the kind of roommate that doesn’t know personal space, kaeya will purposely walk into your shared bathroom while you’re on the toilet or drying off from the shower just so he can ask you if you can buy some milk on your way back from work. you’ll obviously be frightened and by all means if you express verbal discomfort he’ll stop, but if you don’t you’ll just have to get used to accidentally seeing him naked as well as him casually walking in on you naked. sir please u can have me.</div><div><strong><br>zhongli:</strong> he would like a clean and compassionate roommate, zhongli is not fond of anyone who’s messy or unwilling to compromise on certain things. for example: he washes the dishes and always makes sure the bathroom is clean when he leaves. and you cook the food and never leave any of your shoes lying around. it’s a perfect balance, so perfect that as the months go by you fall into a marriage like routine with him ;) .</div><div><strong><br>diluc: </strong>does he even need a roommate? no. did he offer you this just because he felt bad that you didn’t have a place to stay? yes. it’s no surprise that <em>the</em> diluc would have no need for a roommate (dollar dollar bills yo) but you’re his friend and he can’t bare to see you stressed out about housing accommodations, so as all good friends do, he let you room with him in his gorgeous apartment. everything runs smoothly with you two, considering you’ve been over at his place often it’s very easy to settle in. except for the first night, your new bed hasn’t arrived yet and diluc was kind enough to let you share his bed. but sadly that very night is when he realized it was going to be far too troublesome to have someone as gorgeous as you share his place.</div><div><strong><br>childe:</strong> he’s never home?? like do you even have a roommate at this point because you hardly see him! you’re honestly beginning to think you made it all up, but there will be nights around 3am when you find him shirtless in the kitchen —just in his underwear might i add—eating a bowl of cereal. you just stand in the door awestruck because you haven’t seen him for days, but he just smiles and pours you a bowl as well and starts to ask about how your week was. (off topic but messy hair childe?? sign me up!)</div><div><strong><br>albedo: </strong>also never really home except that he makes it a point to cook breakfast/dinner with you! he’s not big on wasting food nor does he like when you always cook for him (makes him feel bad) so he’ll always be there to share the burden of cooking! albedo is a very kind roommate, he’ll give you your space but doesn’t mind if you need a shoulder to lean on when you’re reading a book and he’s going over his notes, it’s a quiet promise between the two of you. i’ll be there when you need me to be, and you’ll do the same. &lt;3</div><div><strong><br>xiao:</strong> the type of roommate that does not allow you into their room at all but he’s barraging into yours at 4am if he hears even the slightest sound of discomfort to check on you. i’m not going to lie there has been times when these sounds of discomfort have been solo sounds of pleasure but he’ll just close the door and not look you in the eyes when you greet each other the next morning. regrettably there has been times when he’s well aware of what you’re doing and closes his eyes to let his mind wander of all the things a “just a roommate” should not do.</div><div><strong><br>venti:</strong> he’s either always in his pajamas or naked. there is no in between, the amount of times you have seen his butt cheeks? too many to count. he also has really good smelling shampoo and you sometimes sneak some for yourself as well. he doesn’t mind sharing but he’ll be smelling your hair often so just be ready for that. venti is also a very touchy roommate, he likes being in your bed and sitting you on his lap and when you’re close enough? taking showers with you because it helps lower the water bill.</div><div><strong><br>scaramouche:</strong> he finishes all the milk before you wake up and declines your pleads of asking him to drive you to the grocery store. scara is the definition of sour than sweet, sure he’ll let you walk to the grocery store while it’s raining but when you arrive home he’ll have a warm shower ready and your towel in the dryer. he’s not so insufferable but there are times you truly have thought about committing a homicide. but you fear he’s also done this in the past.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Things you do that gets their hearts pounding (pt. 3)</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><strong>Itto</strong></blockquote><div>The reason that he wants to win in onikabuto battles are solely for the reward of soft kisses from you. Your lips do wonders on him. So don’t be surprised when he immediately yells your name and runs up to you, demanding for his reward after defeating another poor kid’s beetle. But that victorious feeling dissipates when you start scolding him again for making your nephew cry. But despite the fact you’re mad at him, he still gets his smooches in the end though, hehe.</div><blockquote><strong>Childe</strong></blockquote><div>It’s a common occurrence for couples to hold hands, but why does he feel restless when you hold his? You’ve seen with your very eyes at what his hands can do. They’ve been stained by blood, bruised and battered from all the fights he’s been on, it’s an ugly sight really—he thinks. You’ve seen him commit gruesome sins with these palm, but yet, you still hold his hand with such optimism that he feels his heart wrench at the way you smile when he intertwines his fingers with yours.</div><blockquote><strong>Zhongli</strong></blockquote><div>It’s incredibly hard to fluster this man, and even if you did actually manage to embarrass him, he doesn’t show it at all. You’ve basically given up on trying to do so, opting for being yourself around him instead of trying wierd stuff to catch his attention. What you don’t know is that he’s already constantly enthralled by you—so much that he doesn’t even notice your advances. You can’t fluster him anymore when he’s already more dazed by your mere presence than ever.</div><blockquote><strong>Shenhe</strong></blockquote><div>You don’t even have to be a couple to get this woman out of her wits. You’re one of the first people she’s been closely attached to after her isolation period during her training at adeptal realms and mountains. Even a graze of your hand against her gets her all stiffened up. She hasn’t felt such a warm human touch in forever, despite being a mortal herself. She may seem indifferent and unresponsive, but forgive her for now, for she wasn’t quite used to such a romantic setting before.</div><blockquote><strong>Yae</strong></blockquote><div>Oh my. You wanted to see her so much that you tirelessly treaded up the mountain towards the shrine? Ohoho. Don’t be let down though. She might be teasing the guts out of you right now, but she is still definitely touched to the brim because of that tiny surprise of yours. She <em>might</em> have saw it from a mile away when she recognised your scent beneath the cliff, but she still acts surprised for the sake of seeing you happy. Not too much though. She can’t lose her composure over something like this, can she?</div><blockquote><strong>Keqing</strong></blockquote><div>You’re sometimes too relentless with your love for her, she concludes. Whenever she can’t attend a date due to her duty as the Yuheng, you instead bring the date to her—barging into her office as you hold up a plate of golden shrimp balls and a book to keep yourself entertained while she does her work. She desperately tries to hide her happiness at your appearance, but she already knows that you know, judging by the chaste kiss you cheekily place on her temple along with the smirk on your face.</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>YOUR GENSHIN ROOMMATE GETS JEALOUS OF YOUR DATE</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>kaeya:</strong> you called ahead and told him to leave the apartment if he was there because you wanted alone time with your date. at first kaeya didn’t believe you’d actually bring someone over but still, it’s not like it was any of his concern (sureeee) he confirmed that he wasn’t even home so go wild. you get back to your place and all is well until kaeya bursts into the lounge with bottles of wine and a mischievous smile. he’s had a <em>revelation</em> you see, he just couldn’t possibly let you go out with anyone he hasn’t met yet! it’s practically his job as your roommate to make sure you’re not bringing creeps home! so he sits himself in between the two of you and strikes up a conversation. you’re absolutely mortified at his behavior but he’s so <em>annoyingly</em> charming your date doesn’t seem to mind, too much that is. so the three of you laugh, chat, and drink the night away. after a few hours kaeya puts your date in a cab and comes back upstairs to you. he walks in with the sweetest smile and you think that he approves of him until he says, “you’re <em>never</em> seeing that weirdo again y/n.” and goes to bed leaving you awestruck on the couch.<br><br></div><div><strong>zhongli: </strong>he’s surprised as well but nonetheless happy for you! you’re an amazing person and he’s <em>not</em> surprised at the fact someone has taken notice that’s for sure. he wishes you good luck on your first date and tells you he can’t wait to hear all about it, but while you’re out he starts to feel alone. it’s a saturday night and you two usually spend it in each other’s arms watching reruns of old romcom movies. he knows he should be ecstatic for you but as he taps through your instagram stories he just can’t help but feel jealous, which is not a normal emotion for him. he’s the supportive friend! the type of guy that you’ll always have around. but when zhongli hears you open the front door every ounce of bitterness leaves his body at the sight of you. he gets up from his place on the couch and drags you over to sit with him, you look tired, a part of him wants to ask why but if he’s being honest he doesn’t want to hear about your date. “you wanna watch a movie till we fall asleep?” he asks. you sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder, you signal for him to turn the tv on. “sure, i’d love to. but don’t get mad if i fall asleep on you.” zhongli laughs. “i’d never get mad at you.”<br><br></div><div><strong>diluc:</strong> he’s already not particularly fond of most people but he’s extra unfriendly to your date when they come to pick you up. you watch diluc as he sizes your date up, he’s leaning against the door and asking them question after question. what’s your name? how old are you? what are you intentions with my dear y/n? what are the last four digits of your social security card? you intervene before he does a full background check on your date. you go in to hug diluc goodbye before walking out the door, but he holds onto you a little longer and whispers in your ear. “if you need to leave early or anything happens just call me okay? i’ll be there to pick you up.” you laugh and tell him everything is going to be fine but he squeezes you tighter, “i’m serious, call me if you need to”. you nod your head along and tell him that yes, if anything goes horribly wrong he’ll be the first person you call. he <em>always</em> is.<br><br></div><div><strong>childe:</strong> he’s never really home so you didn’t bother to let him know you were going out on a first date with someone. but word gets around (your friends snitched) and when your date drops you off at your front door <em>just</em> about to lean in for a goodnight kiss childe swings the door open in all his shirtless glory. “baby! you’re home!” he chirps happily and pulls you in for a hug. your date is so confused and so are you frankly because why is he here and why is he always shirtless? you didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye before childe slams the door shut and takes you to couch. “i have presents for you.” he exclaims sitting you down and putting box after box in your hands. <em>again</em>, you’re so confused but you never say no to his gifts and the chance to hear about his travels. so you both stay up and talk until fatigue takes over and you sleep against his bare chest. childe kisses your forehead goodnight and makes a mental note to stay home with you for the next few weeks, he can use some of your tender loving care.<br><br></div><div><strong>albedo: </strong>he’s also never really home but you make sure to tell him where you’re going so he doesn’t worry if he miraculously finds his way home before 3am. which (shocker) he did come home early tonight. albedo told himself that it was normal to worry about you and for your well-being. after all, you’re his roommate and you two were very close. so he waits for you, busying himself with mindless tasks until he hears the jingle of your keys and briskly makes his way to the front door. you can’t even get a ‘hello’ in before he’s inspecting your body for any bruises and your face for discomfort. “are you hurt?” he asks seriously and you laugh. “why would i be hurt? it was just a date.” you inform him, moving away from his hands. “and a pretty shitty one at that.” you continue, leaning down to take your shoes off but albedo is already on his knees doing it for you. “i’m sorry about that, let’s take a bath to take your mind off of it?” he proposes but it honestly didn’t look like you had a choice because he was already taking you to the bathroom. and no, he wasn’t sorry.<br><br></div><div><strong>xiao:</strong> he behaves like any normal roommate, telling you to have fun and stay safe. compared to everyone else xiao <em>knows</em> his place, he is your roommate, nothing more, nothing less. he also thinks trying to butt in and make a fuss is childish, so he sees you off with well wishes. trying to forgot about how another man gets to stare into your eyes for the night and make you laugh the way xiao always does. it hurts, but that’s life. until he receives an ‘SOS’ text and the next thing he knows he’s speeding down the streets with the intent to murder and bury your date 6 feet under. when he arrives he finds you hiding in the bathroom of the restaurant you were in, turns out your date was a complete creep and you did not want to deal with it. you thank xiao for coming to get you and ask if he instead wants to get some food. “i’d love to.” he answers, because it’s you. and he loves doing anything with you. (because he loves u)<br><br></div><div><strong>venti: </strong>once he heard you were going on a date he begins to convince you to <em>not</em> go. venti has been following you around the apartment for hours doing anything he can to get you to stay home with him. he’s faked sick, faked an injury, and even tried to sabotage your outfit so you’d be discouraged to go. he truly doesn’t know why he’s doing this, after all he’s a poet! he should be encouraging love but here he is trying to persuade you that love is indeed, dead. so you can imagine his happiness when your date decided to cancel on you, but after his beaming smile met your bummed out face he quickly realized that he’s been a horrible friend. “heyyy hey,” he shushes you running his thumb over your cheek. “who needs that loser anyways, let’s get your mind off of it huh? what do you say to some roommate fun time?” you don’t feel like arguing with him over his past shenanigans and just let him do what’s he’s best at, making you smile. which he’s very good at.<br><br></div><div><strong>scaramouche: </strong>he forbids any and all dating. not while you’re living under his roof. you tell him that you’re <em>sharing</em> the apartment but he doesn’t care. no dates. and if you want to go out that <em>badly</em>, you can go out with him. but bring your wallet because you’re paying for dinner. if you ever get tired of his stupid rule you can sneak around behind his back, but he will find out. and he will threaten said person. because who else will he have around if you’re constantly going out with your partner? and who else will listen to his rambles about how much he hates people? nobody else will, so you’re stuck with him. :)<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Albedo<br></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong><em>Didn’t hear you since he was busy measuring ingredients for his experiment&nbsp;</em></strong></li></ul><div>“Albedo.” You hummed his name in an attempt to pull him from his work. He’d been focused all morning, almost all afternoon too, that you were starting to worry he would pass out if he didn’t take a break. “Are you nearly finished?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Mmm.” He answered you, kinda, even if it was more of a habitual vocalization rather than a real acknowledgement of your question.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“<strong><em>Husband</em></strong>, can you take a small break for me?” You watched his fingers steadily pour the right amount of liquid into the container noting the complete lack of change in his expression.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Can you pass me the lid please, it needs to be sealed immediately.” With a sigh, you resign yourself to assist him but when you get close enough to look into his sea-foam eyes, eyes that reflect specks of bluish-green, you can’t help but try again. “Thank you.” He extended his hand but before he could pull away, you wrapped your fingers around his, leaned forward, and made your words as clear as crystal.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“You’re welcome, <strong><em>husband</em></strong>.” Albedo slowly looked up from his work, his head stuttering as if he kept going back and forth on whether he heard you or not until, finally, his eyes connected with yours. The two of you stared intently at the other, unsure what to do next but you were certain the longer he looked at you the weaker your will was becoming until, like a blessing, the bottle in his hands caused a big enough reaction that his attention snapped to it while you dashed out of the room to hide your embarrassment.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>Childe<br></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong><em>Wait ...&nbsp;</em></strong></li></ul><div><strong>“</strong>This isn’t what we agreed to, you’ve changed the price.” Huffing, you crossed your arms and listened to the pitiful excuses from the vendor. They were going back on their end of the deal and you weren’t going to take a single second of it. Unfortunately, no matter what you did or said, they weren’t listening to you which only further pissed you off.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Scanning your eyes for another tactic, you spied Childe walking down the street and eagerly called out to him. “Childe!” You waved him over and hoped his reputation was known even by this shady garbage bag. “Thank you, can you please explain to my <strong><em>husband </em></strong>here why you’ve gone back on our agreement?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Childe blinked so fast you were sure his eyes were going to get sore but you tried to maintain your neutral expression even if you felt your cheeks flare up and the corner of your mouths twitch with a smile. It wasn’t your intention to put him in a difficult spot but, just as you expected, the notion that this Fatui ‘diplomat’ was your husband was enough to shake the nerves from the salesman.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Hu-husband, you are ...” They pointed at Childe whose expression had slipped into his acting grin.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Oh yes, I don’t take kindly those who upset my <em>spouse</em>.” His arm draped around your shoulder which caused your heart to pound in your chest.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“No-no of course not. Let me get the re-rest of the supplies.” They stammered, tripping over their stock as they rummaged through to find what was missing.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Thank you, Childe I was at my -”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“<em>Husband?</em>” He leaned down, lips brushing against your ear and a devious smile on the lips you didn’t dare look at.<br><br></div><div>“It was just a t-tactic ... don’t let it go to your head.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“<em>Too late</em>.” He whispered, pulling you closer to his side before returning to his full height and watching you stumble your way through the rest of the transaction.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>Diluc<br></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong><em>operating system full shut-down&nbsp;</em></strong></li></ul><div>The morning felt more rushed than normal and yet, somehow, was reminiscent of every day prior. You ran back toward the winery after having a brief conversation with several coachman, their wagons ready for travel but without the purchase ledgers there was no way they were going to know where to go.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Ada, where did ... have you seen the ledgers?” Shifting through the papers, you felt Adelind’s presence next to you. Quickly, she pulled a stack of documents from the drawer and laid them on the desk and, with a thankful sigh, you rested your hand on the leather bindings. “You’re a life-saver.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Master Diluc just finished signing those, they should be ready to go.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Excellent, where is - ah! There you are.” Diluc descended the steps and you made your way to him without pause. “Is there anything else we need, the coachmen are ready to go.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“There isn’t anything that I can think of.” His fingers curled around his chin as he thought which bought just enough time for an attendant to interrupt.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Excuse me, several items came for you. Where shall -”<br><br></div><div>“Ah, my <strong><em>husband </em></strong>can handle them, I’ll be back in just a moment.” You didn’t catch the light leaving Diluc’s eyes or the sudden silence blanketing the winery because you were already skipping into a light run and passing through the open door. Not a single attendant attempted to move out of your way, it was like they were frozen in time.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>After handing off the forms to each carriage, you made your way back to the winery but, when you heard Adelinde’s voice riled up in a stern lecture, you wondered what could have happened in the last five minutes.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Master Diluc, this is unacceptable!” Peaking your head in, you saw Diluc sitting on the stairs, head in his hands and several maids, attendants, and other workers crowding into the room. “For years I’ve been your housemaid, I’ve watched you grow up, seen you become a fine man but to find out you are <em>MARRIED</em>.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Adelinde ... please.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“No, I have so much to do now. A reception to plan, guests to invite ...” Her arms were crossed but as soon as you stepped into the foyer her head snapped to you. “And YOU are no better.” She pointed to the stairs and, like a child in trouble, you made your way to them.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Ada, it was a slip of the tongue, we aren’t actually ...” You tried to explain, sitting on the step next to your ‘husband.’<br><br></div><div>“No excuses, there is work to be done.” With a loud clap of her hands everyone was rushing off to make preparations for two people who weren’t actually married.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>“I’ll try again when she calms down ... I can’t believe I accidently ...”</em> Devastated and worried he would be furious with you, you hid your head against your knees and behind your arms.<em> “I’m so sorry.”&nbsp;<br></em><br></div><div>“It’s alright.” His hand moving to pat your back for a moment, “This was always expected. I guess I should have asked you sooner.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Wait, what?” Lifting your head up, you caught sight of a small box in his outstretched hand. Frantic, you looked at him, his head resting in his palm, cheeks burning in red and eyes looking toward the door. “D...”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Trembling hands reached for the box but when you saw the ring inside you felt your heart clench in your chest. “I was going to ask you but ... now I’m not-”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Ask me, please ask me.” Turning toward him, your placed your hand on his shoulder while your fingers hovered over the box and waited for the question you had always been ready to answer.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>Kaeya<br></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong><em>well now ;&gt;</em></strong></li></ul><div>Dashing, skipping, launching yourself from the higher levels of the city, you glided toward the front gate, your heart pounding in your chest. Today was the day your favorite knight was returning from his mission and you weren’t about to miss his homecoming.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Your feet skidded over the cobblestone, hands stretched outward before colliding with the ground and, like a pro, you furled the wings that helped you get here. “Any sight of them?” You asked several other citizens waiting for their friends, family, lovers' to return as well.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Not yet.” Wrapping your arms around your chest, you leaned against the stone wall and waited ever so impatiently. Nearly an hour went by and no sign of them until, just when you were about to find a more comfortable position to wait, you saw signs of several people peaking out over the horizon. Hopes ignited, nerves set on fire, you wrung your hands together until you saw him - your Calvary Captain.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Kaeya!!!” You shouted, louder than any other call and welcome home but as soon as you saw him at the other side of the bridge you didn’t have the strength to hold yourself back. Running as fast as you could, you stretched out your arms and flung yourself into his before he had a chance to say your name. “<strong><em>Husband</em></strong>! You’re back!” You exalted against his neck, nose finding it’s home against his skin.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“My, my what a reception.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I missed you.” Several knights passed by but you didn’t pay them any attention, all you cared about was captured in your arms already.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I see that.” Easily, he lifted you onto the stone barrier, his body moving to the space between your legs, face turning away from the reunions happening behind him. “Now, I have a question for you.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“What??” Curious, you tilted your head, fingers slipping under his vest and low cut V-neck.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“When is the wedding?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“What wedding?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Ours of course.” Your confused expression made him laugh, a sound you hadn’t heard in weeks. “You’ve already called me your husband, I’m merely waiting for the rings to prove it.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Whaaat, OMG.” Embarrassment sliding up your face, you hid behind the hands Kaeya tried to pry away. “I did mean ... Kaeya I’m sorry.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“No need for apologies. I am very pleased with this arrangement. I guess I should tell Master Jean I need time off for my honeymoon.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Kaeya ... stop.” Shoving his shoulder you sighed when that didn’t halt the bombardment of jokes he let fall from his silver-tongue.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Samuel, join me for a celebratory drink! I’m Marr-” Desperate, you cut him off with a kiss but as soon as you let his lips go you knew this wouldn’t be the end of your torment. “Full of surprises today, aren’t we?” And you answered him with a groan.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>Scara<br></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong><em>the hell you say?</em></strong></li></ul><div>“What is it?” Scara’s voice called out to you from behind the door. You half-expected him to disregard you completely but if you wanted him to take a break you had to be brave.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Are you busy?” You asked, pushing the door further ajar before stepping into the light of the study. He was sitting at his desk, hat hanging on the rack behind him while his hand curled into a fist and pressed against his temple.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Yes, what is it?” The quill he was using found it’s way to it’s stand, his arms crossed about his chest and eyes focused on you as you made your way toward him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“You’ve been working all night, how about a quick break. I made you something.” Setting the plate down on the desk, you waited for him to give it attention before making your next move. His hand reached for the small treats and you sighed relief when he placed it in his mouth. “These are your favorite.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Mmhm.” He stood, hands busying themselves with several documents. Your nerves made you fidget even more and, soon, those butterflies were making all sorts of words fall out of your mouth.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I figured we could take a walk around the estate. It’s a lovely night.” He slid several files into the bookcase before heading back toward the desk, his hands resting on the arm rests as he began his descent into the chair. “Does that sound like fun, <strong><em>husband</em></strong>?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The sound of Scara falling onto the floor caused you to jump. The chair he was trying to sit in launched itself across the room while your hands extended to help him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Scara!?” He stood quickly, face hidden from you and you worried he might have hit his head. “Are - are you okay?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I’m fine, stop fussing.” He blocked your hands but there wasn’t much he could do when you finally saw his face. His cheeks were redder than the apples on the trees, it spread across the bridge of his nose in such a lovely shade you covered your mouth at the sight. “Do-don’t look at me.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Okay.” Turning your head, you glanced at the poor state of the chair in need of repair when you felt a hand tug at your clothes. A hand caused you to take in every single thing he said as if your life depended on it.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Don’t ... say that in front of other people.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Oh, okay, sorry. I won’t, I mean I didn’t -”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Just in front of me.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“uhh?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>“You can only say it ... in front of me.”</em> He whispered, eyes flashing to you before the color of his skin deepened and he quickly stormed out of the room leaving you a shocked and near giggling mess.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>Thoma<br></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong><em>.... flustered af ...&nbsp;</em></strong></li></ul><div>You were looking for him, though that wasn’t anything new, but no matter where you searched you couldn’t find him. That was until you spied him working in the sand garden, his hands busy with removing weeds and watering the plants. Yellow hair illuminated in the light, his accessories reflecting the world around him but it was him, just Thoma, that captured all your attention.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Thoma!” You shouted. Eyes glittering in anticipation but when he didn’t answer you or appear to notice your calls, you tried again. “Thomaaaaa! No reply so, in a huff, you moved to another location and tried again, this time with a little extra something that might pull him from his work. “<strong><em>HUSBAND</em></strong>!”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He shot up so fast at the sound of your voice that he nearly stumbled backward but luckily was saved by a tree branch hitting the back of his head. Grimacing, you ran the rest of the way down to him and immediately offered him aid.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Ouch. You didn’t ... well ... you did ...” He tracked your face while you stood on your toes to examine the back of his head, your hand on his shoulder, fingers rummaging through his hair, lips dangerously close.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“It looks okay, are you okay?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“... I’ll be fine.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Good!” Giggling you brushed the dust off his shoulders and he found himself unable to stop the words tumbling from his mouth.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“You ... you called me husband?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Yeah, I wanted to get your attention. Sorry, I’m sure that was a shock.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Your smile, your eyes, your brightness made him sigh but he couldn’t deny that the word sounded quite nice from your lips. “It was but, I didn’t .. mind much.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Oh, so can I call you husb-mm.” His hand covered your mouth, the scent of rich earth and sweetness filling your nose while your eyes soaked in the shade of pink slipping up his neck and chest.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Man, you’re gonna make my heart explode ...” He dropped his gaze and you were happy he was covering your mouth because, if he wasn’t, you’re squeal might have startled the birds.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>Zhongli&nbsp;<br></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong><em>pays it no attention at all</em></strong></li></ul><div>“How’s the tea?” You asked, setting the kettle on the circular pad in the center of the table.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Delicious, you’ve grown quiet skilled at this.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I had a good teacher.” Giggling, you turned from the table and made your way to the cabinets that held several dishes you wished to use for the evenings meal but no matter how strained you made your body, you couldn’t reach them. “Zhongli dear, can you help me?” You shifted, tried again and waited for him to appear but when he didn’t you turned your head to see him distracted by the world. “<strong><em>Husband</em></strong>, a little assistance.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Immediately, he turned his attention to you and as soon as the teacup rested back on the table he was out of his seat, headed your way. His eyes gazed into your own, his chest so close to your arm you could feel his heat but the hand he placed against your back was even hotter. “Those ones, please.” Pointing, he followed your request easily and soon the plates were resting in your hand. “Thank you, <strong><em>hu-husband.”</em></strong> Glancing up at him you hoped for a bit more of a response but found only the standard Zhongli.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“You are welcome, dear. Is there anything else?” He tilted his head and waited for you to reply but all you gave him was a quiet ‘no.’&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Carefully, you placed the dishes on the island countertop and watched him turn back toward the table. “<em>Husband</em>.” You whispered thinking he wouldn’t really hear you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Yes.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“So you can hear me ...”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Of course I can, do you need something.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“... No, I just expected more of a reaction from you ... nevermind.” Turning toward the sink, you reached for the faucet but stalled when a hand covered yours.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“You are welcome to call me anything you wish.” Zhongli began, fingers running down your spine. “I will answer it because it is you. Though this title is currently unofficial, I have always considered you my partner and one day I will take your hand and this title if you’ll have me.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Mmhm.” Nodding your head, you looked up at him and became lost in his auburn eyes.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I will get things in order, this contract is important after all.” He kissed your forehead and disappeared down the hall to his study while you stood god smacked near the sink.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>Xiao<br></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong>what does that mean ...?</strong></li></ul><div>“Xiao Xiao!!” You called out, desperate to see him since you were going to be gone for several days. You were heading out to see some of your dear friends but felt a pain in your heart for leaving Xiao alone without you. Would he forget you, would he feel lonely, or get hurt. All the thoughts you dreaded came flooding into your head but you did your best to keep them subdued. “Where is he?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Leaning over the railing, you tried to see if he was below you when a huge gust of wind pushed you back and into the arms of the man you were looking for.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“That was dangerous.” Xiao’s voice filled your ears and you quickly turned to face him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I was looking for you.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Just call my name, don’t put yourself at risk like that.” He gave your head a small shove and sighed at your silly reaction, the lighthearted giggle that told him you weren’t listening at all.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I wanted to see my <strong><em>husband </em></strong>before I left tomorrow! Are you busy, we can get something to eat?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I’m not hungry, but I will join you.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“YAY!” Giddiness flowing through you, the archway toward the stairs had already seen your face before Xiao managed to grab your wrist and hold you steady. “Xiao ... what’s wrong?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“You ... you called me something different.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“.. huh? what did I ... oh ... OH MY.” The words you normally shared with your friends slipped through your barrier and into the ears of the one person you didn’t want to hear them. “Uuh, it’s just well ...” He crossed his arms and waited for your explanation. “It’s like a term you call someone you really like ... uh someone you love and admire ...”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>Terrible explanation there friend.&nbsp;<br></em><br></div><div>“I see. Alright then, <em>husband</em>, let’s get you something to eat.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“AH! Xiao wait ... that’s ...” Your hands covered your face in utter embarrassment but he was already half-way down the stairs and offering greetings to Smiley before you heard the word “husband’ spill from his mouth yet again. “NOO!”&nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>#i miss you very much, my love</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>ZHONGLI</strong> frequently strolls around the streets of Liyue; day in or day out, he walks and walks. Every time the other people, specifically the vendors would see and recognize him, they knew what was missing and what seemed to be the problem—you, you were not with him. He looks the same on the outside; respectful, dignified, and standing tall. Yet they could never fail to miss the certain glow on his eyes, his face, and his smile whenever you stood beside him. Unknown to them, however, he had got more time in the world to wait for you. So until then, he’d wait for your return as he walks along the streets of his land, waits for the time he could finally gaze upon your beauty once again; may it be under the sun or the stars from above.<br><br></div><div><strong>XIAO</strong> asks for two plates of Almond Tofu—which is quite unusual of him since he never had that much of an appetite before, especially mortal food. Silence had always been his company, not until you came along. You brought him the voices of humans; who they were, what they were good of, what was the light hidden amongst the darkness that he had always seen. You gave him hope and the reason for people to love him—for him to appreciate himself more. His purpose was not just to protect all of Liyue, but he became someone for you, and the same can be said with you to him. He longs for the day you come back, and until you do, he has two plates of Almond Tofu; one for you, one for him. This is a symbol of him waiting for you, and until then, he will continue to do so, no matter how long it takes.<br><br></div><div><strong>VENTI</strong> stays at home even if he’s longing for Dandelion Wine in the evenings when he’s all alone. He waits for your arrival, hopes that this night would be the night you come home and kiss him, hug him, cuddle with him. It all seems so foreign for him to be all alone once again, but it seemed he should get used to it by now. Not long after your absence, he finds himself swallowed up by loneliness, the words falling out of his lips like a cry—but it was tuned, with a melody that seemed to have resembled like a plea, begging for you to come back soon.<br><br></div><div><strong>THOMA</strong> is often seen by the docks, staring far off into the ocean. One can tell that if they talk to him, he wouldn’t be able to give them the attention he so often gives to others. He is very well known to the Inazumans, which is why when he goes in a state like this, they would surely know what seems to be on his mind. You, of course. Your relationship with the Retainer of the Kamisato Clan is not that much of a secret. Contrary to that, everybody knew about it. When he stands by the docks, seemingly awaiting someone, or when people see him looking forlorn despite being surrounded by the strays on the place where he usually goes, they knew. He was missing you. And despite being able to always help everyone else, there seems to be no one who could do the same to him.<br><br></div><div><strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong> asks his subordinates if there’s any news from you. They would often scramble to their feet, trying to get to where he is when he calls, only to be asked “Anything from Y/n yet?” Most of them would complain whenever this happens to them, but even if they do, it doesn’t really affect <strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong>. What’s more, is that he’s more out of it, really. Instead of getting annoyed than usual, he’s more… tame, so to speak. Damn. Why can’t you leave his mind already? He’s aware of what his lackeys are thinking—that you were able to reduce him into this kind of person; searching for your presence until he’s sure that you’re safe within his arm’s reach.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAZUHA</strong> is more silent. Beidou and the Crew could only tease him about it for a while, only for it to backfire due to him being quite good with words. “Well, of course, I miss them. What sort of lover would I be if I don’t?” he will say. However, despite the lightness and ease in his words, it was quite the opposite of the pressure on his chest, and the lack of enthusiasm with the sight of the beautiful view ahead of him. What he seeks is you, and he has no other company but his words and the wind, to comfort him in this time of need. He doesn’t dwell on these feelings quite obviously, but only his soul would be testament to how much longing he could take before he couldn’t anymore.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAEYA</strong> talks more, this is why it’s fairly obvious to other people what he was feeling, especially with you not beside him. Despite his best efforts to attempt to hide the secrecy of his emotions, to encase it in ice, not to be freed and seen, people knew nonetheless. And even if he realizes this himself, he continues to pretend and act like he was okay, like everything was fine and nothing changed since you left. Such a shame, really. How he forces the truth in other people’s minds and his, but the hollowness in his heart continues to stay as it was—empty. Like who he truly was without you.<br><br></div><div><strong>GOROU</strong> buries his nose on your pillow and sleeps on it, or maybe hugs it and the scent that you left off of there lulls him to sleep. It has been so long that he has been alone that he could never truly remember what it felt like anymore before you left. Everything felt so new again as if you had been fixated and remained permanent in his life. He seeks for your presence, and he could only find it with the clothes you left, or the pillow that remained empty on the nights he returns home. Home… it doesn’t even feel like one anymore without you.<br><br></div><div><strong>DILUC</strong> drowns himself in his work. He finds comfort on a busy day, to disrupt his thoughts of you from plaguing his mind, making him corrupted of memories of when you were there, supporting him, getting him through work without making him feel exhausted afterward. But he does it again—over and over again, he thinks about you. The more he does think about you, the more he works. The bags under his eyes, the weariness of his voice, and the slump on his shoulders. No one has the heart or courage to speak up, because they knew he would only close up, return back to the old him when you still weren’t there in his life to brighten it up.<br><br></div><div><strong>CHILDE</strong> is rather antsy, which results in him getting quite messy and irresponsible in his work. It frustrates him, but he doesn’t want to show it in front of other people, especially his subordinates. You are his strength, but you’re also his weakness as well. That is a fact he came to realize before you two had even gotten into a relationship, Yet, he accepted the challenge because he loved you—he has genuine feelings for you. It’s funny, right? A Harbinger, someone who inflicts pain to anyone, being hurt because of love. How childish, the others of his same occupation would think. But he’s proud of this relationship, of you. And he’s a mess without you, which is why you need to go back—you need to come back into his arms and make him feel whole again.<br><br></div><div><strong>AYATO</strong> will often be seen waiting. By the lounge of the Kamisato residence, or maybe by the garden, sometimes strolling around, which will make his sibling, Ayaka, see him often. This will be a recurring habit of his, to await your return since he was too preoccupied to do his work. He will still do what he needs to, but whenever he had the chance, he waits patiently for your return. He’s selfish, he wants to see you first, to greet you first, to embrace you in his arms first. So please, just come back to him—that is his only prayer every single day.<br><br></div><div><strong>ALBEDO</strong> works more to the point of overworking himself, much like Diluc. The only difference is that <strong>ALBEDO</strong> does this because he has no one to tell him to stop, to rest for a while—that was how convincing you were. You knew how to coax him into doing something someone like him doesn’t really need, but seeing how much you cared for him and his health, he will do so. Actually, he may even have a note by his desk, one that has your handwriting, reminding him to “Take a rest, my love.” He’d read it with your voice in his mind, making him smile unconsciously and stare at the note for a little while longer.<br><br></div><div><strong>AETHER</strong> will try to find you. Even if he doesn’t look like it because he still does what he should while in the process of finding you, he made an oath with himself to do so, wherever you may be. He has faith that you and he will meet again. To gods be damned. The stars will one day align and make him see your eyes which he so longed for in the days you were gone.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>—  genshin boys + their little sibling trying to get the two of you together</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>-&nbsp; “<strong><em>(Y/N)! Did you know that not only is big bro the greatest Toymaker in Snezhnaya, but he’s also the greatest love machine in Snezhnaya!?”<br></em></strong><br></div><div><em>- </em>Teucer wholeheartedly believes that you’ll end up with Childe in the future. It’s set in stone. It’s fate. Periodt. Perioditiscm. Periodic Table.&nbsp; As a little kid who continues to grow up reading Snezhnayan fairy tales, he believes that you and Childe will have your happily ever after.&nbsp; Soon.<em> Very Very soon.</em> He’s already planning the wedding as we speak. A traditional Snezhnayan wedding in a winter wonderland where you and Childe will complete your wedding ceremony by making snow angels and commencing a snow ball fight? Perfection. Teucer has already scribbled down that plan with his crayons and his lucky pencil. Childe’s got the funds with his Fatui job too! So it was going to be perfect!<br><br></div><div>- He may not be as wholesomely creative as Klee or as obliviously innocent as Qiqi, but he at least understands why his big bro hasn’t confessed to you yet. (Although he promises to not deal with his crushes and love interests like Childe does in the future)<strong><em> “I want to take things slow with (Y/N), okay Teucer?</em></strong>” were the words of his very own big bro that constantly played in his head over and over again. Since then, Teucer vows to help Childe and soon becomes his self-proclaimed little wingman. He wasn’t being painfully obvious whenever you were around, but sometimes you notice him stare at his big bro indignantly. As if waiting for the older sibling to say something important to you. There was a time when his big brother isn’t too busy with Fatui work, so he drags him to Qingce village to pick and collect some glazed lillies. Not telling his big bro what it’s for, they quietly return to Liyue harbor. As soon as Teucer sees you walking around the harbor, he runs to you with the glazed lillies in his hand.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! This is for you! Big bro picked these out!” He beams, probing you to take the messily wrapped bouquet in his hands. Childe running after him shortly after.<br><br></div><div>“Thank you, Teucer!” You gingerly take it from his hands and pat him on the head. You then avert your gaze to his older brother, smiling brightly. “Thank you to you too, Childe. These are beautiful.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;A faint blush appears on the harbinger’s cheek as he scratches the back of his neck, “It’s n-no problem! A lovely person such as you deserves a-”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Childe is suddenly cut off by Teucer’s light nudge on his ribs. The older brother gulps, kneeling down to the little one’s height. Teucer whispers into Childe’s ear and they exchange a quiet conversation for a bit whilst you stand there, albeit awkwardly.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Teucer clears his throat and stands in a dignified pose, his hands resting on his hips. “(Y/N)! Big bro has something to say to you!”<br><br></div><div>With a heavy sigh, he picks a Glazed Lily from the bouquet and slides it at the side of your ear and into your hair. Admiring your beauty, he then speaks:&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong><em>“(Y/N)... I like you a lot. Will you go out with me?”<br></em></strong><br></div><div>Safe to say that both Childe and Teucer went home with the biggest smiles plastered on their faces that day.<br><br></div><div><strong><em>XIAO:</em></strong></div><div>- Qiqi is the only one who vaguely remembers which of the Liyue Adeptus saved her that fated day. <em>It was none other than the Vigilant Yaksha, Xiao</em>. After all, the incident that befell her was written off of Liyue history. Fast forward to 100 years later, after she had encountered Baizhu and started working at the Bubu Pharmacy, she had finally met the Adepti again after she stumbled upon him in Wangshu inn when she was collecting Silk Flowers. Since then, Qiqi has considered Xiao as her older brother. Not necessarily the word she used but Qiqi calls him “Tofu” as she cannot remember names nor faces, but... she does remember the presence and aura of others. It was the closest name she could use to address her “big brother.”<br><br></div><div>- Whenever Xiao saw her in the outskirts of Jueyun Karst as she is tasked to find herbs and Qingxin flowers, Xiao gives her piggybacks to ease her struggles in her travels. (Yes, that meant Qiqi is on his back whilst they are climbing up the highest mountains. It was a talent that only Xiao could do. He was the best big brother ever.) During your constant visits to Wangshu Inn, Qiqi had noticed the lovely tension emanating between you and Xiao. Her older brother was absolutely pining over you but couldn’t possibly find a chance to tell you how he feels. If Qiqi was able to feel love from those around her, then her big brother Xiao deserves it too! And although she was not good with conversations, she does know how to make things less awkward with her oblivious sayings and zombie antics. <em>And so on a particular day...<br></em><br></div><div>Xiao took you up to Qingyun Peak, the floating island that overlooked the entirety of Liyue. Qiqi tagged along with the two of you, her hand holding yours as the three of you quietly admire the sites below you.<br><br></div><div>“Xiao, this is beautiful...” You say in awe, Qiqi is tugging at your hand as she continues to sip on her cocogoat milk. “This is nothing like I’ve never seen before.”<br><br></div><div>“Is it?” Xiao tilts his head to you, his mouth curving into a small smile as soon as he turns to see your blissfully bewildered expression, “I-I hope you like it.”<br><br></div><div>“Like it!? I love it!” You correct him, your eyes glimmering in wonder.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Qiqi suddenly puts down her milk then untangles her hand with yours. She stands in the middle between you and Xiao as she grabs your hands and his, clasping them together. “Qiqi thinks you and Tofu love each other. Please get married.”<br><br></div><div>“Qiqi! That’s not-”<br><br></div><div>You chuckle heartily at the little girl’s innocent remark, “It’s too early for that Qiqi. I need to know first if Xiao returns the feelings I have for him.” You then look up at Xiao, a tight-lipped smile and a nod greets him as you wait for his answer.<br><br></div><div><strong><em>“Y-yes. Yes I do. I like you very v-very much.”<br></em></strong><br></div><div><strong><em>ALBEDO:</em></strong></div><div>- Practically everyone in Mondstadt knows about the adorable sibling relationship between Albedo and Klee. Despite not being blood-related, Albedo will do anything for Klee and Klee would do anything for Albedo. It’s common knowledge at this point. They are one of the cutest siblings to ever walk Teyvat and you’re smiling with glee knowing that you were a welcoming addition to their lives. Klee always invites you to their humble home whenever her big brother isn’t busy because that meant he had time to mingle and possibly find a chance for him to confess to you. It’s not rocket science for Klee to realize how much big of a crush Albedo had on you ever since he met you. She was a smart kid. And although nothing could get in the way of Albedo’s research and experiments, but if it’s for you... he would stop the world if it meant helping and assisting you whenever you were in need.<br><br></div><div>-Whenever her big bro wasn’t too busy to have dinner and they’d eat Woodland Dream (Albedo’s special dish) from the fish that Klee had bombed earlier that afternoon, the Chalk Prince would babble on and on to his little sister about how much of an amazing and beautiful person you are. You were his muse and he&nbsp; hopes to find the time to sketch and draw you for his next masterpiece, Klee had decided to take matters into her own hands. When her time in Solitary confinement is done for the day and as Albedo picks her up from the Favonius Headquarters, she finally spots you in front of the library, sighing in relief as she has been looking everywhere for you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! She approaches you with a cute wave, jumping around and hoisting her backpack on her shoulders, “Me and Dodoco wanna invite you to our drawing and coloring competition! It’s tonight! Big bro Albedo is competing too! You have to be our judge!”<br><br></div><div>“Oh! Sure! I’d love to be the judge of your competition, Klee!” You giggle at the little girl’s sweet invitation. You then turn to Albedo, shooting him a smile too. “I guess I’ll see the both of you at 7PM?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Yes, of course.” Albedo nods approvingly, trying his best to keep his cool and proper facade. “If you’d like, we’d love to have you for dinner too.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Sure! See you later, then!” You disappear into the library, to continue your work.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Klee looks at her big bro with a devilish smirk, wrapping him in a big hug. “I hope you’re excited for this, big bro!”<br><br></div><div>A blush creeps up Albedo’s cheeks as he sighs contentedly, “Yes, I am. Now, let’s get home and get things prepared shall we?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><em>And on that night....<br></em><br></div><div>“TADA!” Klee playfully presents her artwork to you, as if it was a masterpiece that deserves to be shown in a gallery. You begin to analyze her drawing, noticing that it was an art piece of you, Albedo, and Klee holding hands. You are in the middle and there are hearts drawn around the caricatures of you and her big brother.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I’m done too.” Albedo says nonchalantly, trying to get your attention. You turn to him and began to analyze it. It’s practically the same drawing as Klee’s but much more detailed and looking more like it actually came from a gallery. Observing it a little more, you observe the words hovering about the drawing figures.<br><br></div><div><strong><em>“(Y/N)... I like you. Is it possible for something to happen between us?”<br></em></strong><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>diluc — kisses you tenderly like he's handling yet another glass of wine. the embrace he has you in is enough to make you melt against his touch. gentle, yet passionate, he always gets lost in the moment. the feeling of your lips against his makes his cheeks warm, this intimate gesture was a feeling he'd never thought that was this addicting. when he pulls away, expect him to look like his breath was caught away. red cheeks, messy hair. how endearing he looks.<br><br></div><div>"..."<br><br></div><div>kaeya — kisses you like you're the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. an arm wrapped around your waist while the other is carefully wrapped on the side of your face, these are the rare moments that kaeya let's his inner soul to be loved. you'd be suprised on how nice the kiss feels. It's just the right amount of deepness, to him. kaeya, knows exactly what things that get you like, sloppy kisses or fast ones. he uses his tall physique to tower over your body.<br><br></div><div>"ah, ah, ah.. I'm not finished with you yet."<br><br></div><div>tartaglia — kisses you like he's been wanting to even though you already kissed a while ago. tartaglia never gets enough of your lips, he finds the startled look on your face when he captures your lips in his own simply thrilling. with both his hands resting on your hips, tartaglia likes to get you in the moment with fast and sloppy kisses. he doesn't necessarily care for audience but there's just something about getting caught making out in one of those alleys.<br><br></div><div>"just one more."<br><br></div><div>zhongli — kisses you like you're a fragile doll that even the slightest touch may break your skin. old traditions have practically imprinted zhongli's mind, he's a complete gentleman. asking for your permission for a simple embrace, including kisses. he likes the feeling of your body pressed firmly against his. with his height, he sometimes has to lean down so he can capture your lips better. with his thumb rubbing soothing circles om your palm, and the other gently cupping your chin. zhongli cherishes these intimate moments.<br><br></div><div>"you are something else.."<br><br></div><div>xiao — kisses you like he doesn't know to. frankly, he actually doesn't. however he does have to admit that he first thought that the way mortals spoke so highly of a small interaction like 'kissing' a waste of time. the first time you both kissed though, xiao found himself sitting on top of wangshu inn looking at the starry veil that covered the sky with a finger over his lips. he felt literal tingles cover his body in a way it hadn't before. xiao is stiff but he will get the hang of kissing after a few times, he could've been a fast learner if he wasn't so nervous. (yes, you noticed.)<br><br></div><div>"how foolish, do it again."<br><br></div><div>venti — kisses you like he knows there'll be moments like this again and he couldn't wait for it. venti likes the feeling of your arm wrapped around his neck while his embraced your waist tightly. he likes to tease you by lighty pecking your lips then pulling away with a wink that makes your heart race, sometimes. he would pull you off your feet and spin you around. you still don't know how he does this though. probably because of the fact that he makes you lighter with anemo.<br><br></div><div>"how fun!"<br><br></div><div>albedo — kisses you like it's everything he'd ever needed. relationships are a hassle according to albedo. but when you get together he finally sees why every couple does everything they can to keep themselves together, he will drop everything and approach you if you asked for a kiss. don't worry, he isn't desperate. just curious as to why he feels so warm and loved in your embrace. albedo likes to take things slow, processing the tingles he feels each second.<br><br></div><div>"that was a new experience, do you mind if we do it again?"<br><br></div><div>scaramouchs — kisses you like he doesn't want to. that's actually an act of some sorts to look superior and all. the roll of his eyes and the strings of insults and denial that spill from his mouth makes it seem like he doesn't want to kiss you, you also laughed at the way he stiffened up when you actually pressed your lips against his. you've got to say. the red blush coating is cheeks in either embarrassment or anger was very cute. scaramouche likes to take things fast. RlRough and fast kisses are just in his nature so expect them when he's in a particularly good mood to pull you into a heated kiss.<br><br></div><div>"you want a kiss? no." (his last words before he actually kissed you later on)<br><br></div><div>dainsleif — kisses you like it's something he wanted to do but just hasn't gathered the courage to do so. he's a mysterious man, wanting to keep his thoughts to himself rather than speaking. however when he's with you, his quiet demeanor was quickly reduced to a fool completely in love with you, dansleif kisses you while leaning down seeing as he's quite tall. he doesn't know why but the sight of you trying to reach him on your tippy toes elitists a soft and gentle smile out of him.<br><br></div><div>"if you let me. may I?"<br><br></div><div>kaedehara kazuha — kissss you like he's overcome with love. perhaps it's the way he'd steal fleeting glances at your form so carelessly that even the crew had noticed. even so, he's a carefree soul looking for the true peace of his heart. when he notices his heart rate speed up along the way his face blooms in a soft shade of barely traceable red. he concludes that you are his eternal peace and happiness. when Kazuha first kisses you. It's like he's been waiting for this since forever. If it was you then he will wait forever.<br><br></div><div>"simply beautiful, no?"<br><br></div><div>lumine — kisses you like she's never done it before. it's actually true, she'd never gone this far. In a relationship atleast. to you, it's kinda amusing to see the headstrong and confident lumine reduced to a shy and flustered mess. ahe isn't sure on what to do so she just follows your lead. this is your downfall, cause she will get used to this and not be flustered anymore. the tables turn, she will sometimes suprise you with a kiss then walk away.<br><br></div><div>"I'm... what..?!"<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>the little things</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<h1><strong>diluc</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong>THE LITTLE THINGS ARE</strong> <strong>WHEN </strong>you arrive home, exhausted and tired expecting to met with an empty and bleak living room. but, instead, are greeted with the scent of fresh, sweet roses and the gentle, albeit scratchy hum of an old record player. flickering candles decorate the apartment, and in the middle of it all stands your prince charming. clad in his dress clothes from the office, tie loosely hung from his collar and black dress sleeves rolled up to the elbow with sleep deprived bags under his eyes to compliment the look, you've never seen a man more handsome. and just as a prince does, his hand stretches forwards and with your acceptance he sweeps you off your feet for a night of dancing in your cleared out living room to old, romantic songs in tandem to the sound of your synchronized heartbeats.<br><br></div><h1><strong>kaeya</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong>THE LITTLE THINGS ARE</strong> <strong>WHEN</strong> your mind scrambles for purchase amidst draining thought after thought while you toss and turn in bed, and your stomach growls at an impossible time of night. it's almost as though kaeya has a sixth sense or something, because just minutes later there are stones hitting against the glass of your bedroom window, and lo and behold on your front lawn stands kaeya with two takeout bags in his hands and that all too familiar boyish smile on your face. he'll lead you by the hand, sneakily and quietly as if you were stalking amidst forbidden shadows of the night, up to the roof, where constricting ceilings fall away and above you lay a blanket of stars. the jagged roof tiles dig incessantly into your skin, but his cheesy stories and antics of stealing bits of your food are enough to soften and ease the many thoughts that had poked at your mind. his shoulder is warm, warmer is his smile and warmest are his lips against yours.<br><br></div><h1><strong>albedo</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong>THE LITTLE THINGS ARE</strong> <strong>WHEN</strong> the weight of school trembles heavily against your back, but he's there to soothe you. "allow me, love," he says, and scooches in beside you to read over your course material. his voice sounds of the sweetest symphonies, even when he's recounting the most boring of equations and facts to you in simple and precise manners. he's always managed to make things easier for you. under the illumination of your desk lamp and the faded stars from outside your window, he appears to shine so bright. brighter than the most luminous of stars, a beacon in your darkest times. but your thoughts remain snug in your head, which manages to loll onto his shoulder as your eyes shut and your consciousness drifts off to the comforting lilt of his voice. he looks down at you with a fond smile on his face, and presses a kiss to your forehead before shutting the textbook and switching off your desk lamp.<br><br></div><h1><strong>childe</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong>THE LITTLE THINGS ARE</strong> <strong>WHEN</strong> his hands snake so suavely and sneakily around your arms and maneuver your flour-covered hands because he's just "showing you how to stir the bowl properly" and <em>not</em> trying to fluster you, apparently. your kitchen is nothing short of a mess from an earlier flour fight, empty bowls once filled with cake batter, there's smidges of cake frosting on his cheek and a fragrant sweetness of sugar in the air. you let him lick the spatula—"just this once," you say, but you know you'll let him do it again. his arms wind tightly around your waist, frosting smidged cheek nestled tight into the crook of your neck and you give in to his sways and gentle hums of childhood lullabies against your neck and the soft tune of his spotify playlist in the background. he kisses you and it tastes impossible sweet, and you're sure it's because of how sweet he is rather than the frosting he had devoured earlier.<br><br></div><h1><strong>zhongli</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong>THE LITTLE THINGS ARE</strong> <strong>WHEN</strong> dawn breaks through the threshold beyond the horizon and glimmers of golden light pour onto your entanglement of limbs. you're snug, body secure in his arms and face comfortably nestled in the crook of his neck, safe and shielded against the outstretched arms of the waking world. "just one more minute," you mumble, but it's too late to slip back under and you peel your eyelids open to be met with glimmering pools of golden eyes that peer ever so lovingly back at you. there's a faint flicker of amusement in his eyes as his warmth leaves you vulnerable and bare in your shared bed, where you end up trotting after him out of bed. he's already prepared two steaming cups of tea by the time you've freshened up and stumble into the kitchen. his phone comes alive with hinderances of board meetings and closing deals, and the sounds of car horns scream up from the streets outside, and yet he takes his place beside you at the kitchen counter and raises his cup in greetings, to a morning with you by his side.<br><br></div><h1><strong>xiao</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong>THE LITTLE THINGS ARE</strong> <strong>WHEN</strong> you beg him to teach you the ways of navigating your most dreaded enemy: the skateboard. his hands would be firm in your own as you tremble on baby deer legs on his board, wobbling to and fro like a spinning top. he's patient, ever so calm with a slight hint of annoyance whenever you do make a teasing remark at how gentle his teachings are. under faded, dim streetlights with the scent of burnt concrete and adrenaline in the air, his hands would find their way around your hips and propel you forwards as you squawk and scream for purchase and security on his body. admittedly, he much rather prefers when your back is pressed tight against his chest and your feet are planted on the harsh black of the board, while he propels it forwards and keeps his arms wound tight around your waist. as a treat for your hard work, bubble tea is your reward, and your cup is emptied in the dead of night in an empty parking lot, sitting on an empty curb. your feet and his feet rest upon the board, rocking it back and forth and your head lolls on his shoulder with his secure arm around your waist.<br><br></div><h1><strong>kazuha</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong>THE LITTLE THINGS ARE</strong> <strong>WHEN</strong> all is quiet and tranquil save for the gentle rustle of parchment and paper gliding against once another like gentle waves. light streams in through the translucent blinds attached to the high ceiling and allow in a pleasant breeze from beyond the glass panes. shoulder to shoulder, a book in each of your laps, phones long discarded save for yours, ignorant to the incessant whining of cars and chatter outside. his hand is akin to a gentle, blazing fire as it rests within your own, brilliant vermillion eyes trained on the text in front of him with his free hand skimming over the various faded words in the leather bound book. a lone earbud rests within the cavity of his ear, and you share the matching piece, where gentle melodies and soothing voices coax you into a state of tranquility. he squeezes your hand when the song ends, and you return your focus back to the book in your lap with an equally gentle squeeze right back and a loving smile on your face.<br><br></div><h1><strong>scaramouche</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong>THE LITTLE THINGS ARE</strong> <strong>WHEN</strong> you clamber into his home office and ask him for just a moment's reprieve from his work. "can't, busy," he replies, but you're stubborn—if not more stubborn than him, and soon he finds himself being dragged away from the endless cycle that was his work and nudged down onto the living room couch. he mumbled strings of profanities and grumbles of objection, but you're apparently having none of it. with every sour word that comes out, a loving kiss is instead pressed to his temple, then nose, cheek, eyelid, and, of course, lips. he's gone stiff on the couch, unsure of what schemes you've come up with as you rummage through a nearby bin of items. a pair of headphones and his preferred controller were tossed his way, along with your blindingly beautiful smile. the tv screen before him lights up, and your weight flops down beside him, donning your own pair of headphones and controller. <em>"the reports can wait,"</em> he thinks, first he has to demolish you in a game of your choosing.<br><br></div><h1><strong>dainsleif</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong>THE LITTLE THINGS ARE</strong> <strong>WHEN</strong> you catch him tenderly caring for the gentle roses and carnations growing in his backyard. each flower was tended with love under dainsleif's watchful eye. many would think it was quite amusing: dainsleif, no doubt a giant of a man, finding solace in such a fragile pastime. you, however, know how much of a gentle teddy bear he is beneath his hardened exterior. you come up beside him and whisper in hushed voices as if the blooming flowers could overhear your conversations. there's an affectionate douse of tranquility in every one of his precise movements, ridding his flower beds of weeds and carefully inseminating the earth with fresh plants from your recent trip to the hardware store. he picks his most beautiful flower: a luscious, wine red rose that drips with the sweetest aroma, and tucks it behind your ear once its thorns had been clipped off. he smells of fairy forests and daydreams, and his lips taste of magic when you dive in to feel all of him, with his flower nestled securely behind your ear.<br><br></div><h1><strong>thoma</strong>—☆</h1><div><strong>THE LITTLE THINGS ARE</strong> <strong>WHEN</strong> the seasons have shifted and spring cleaning has come around. dusty boxes and old trinkets covered in a thick coating of dust lie around your house, brooms and pans and a lone vacuum sit tight against a nearby wall. no cleaning has been done, which would usually leave thoma in an antsy mood. but he's never felt such peace, allowing you into his lap while he sits cross legged on the floor and leans against a nearby wall of your apartment. in your lap is an old photo album containing the many memories that even thoma could still recall in vivid detail. a photo of you holding up your pet dog, taroumarou, on the day he was adopted. a photo of him striking a silly pose next to an equally silly advertisement you'd found while taking a midnight walk. a photo of you and him during a trip up north, where all you saw for miles were blankets of stars. "the cleaning can wait," he mumbles with a faint, nostalgic smile, and picks up the next of many, many albums and allows you to turn the first page.<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>genshin men not(sfw) headcanons: part two</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>albedo<br></strong><br></div><div>-he actually might not have much experience but do not fret, he is quick learner and quite attentive to what elicits good reactions and moans from you.<br><br></div><div>-and also as its in his nature to like to experiment, he will want to try so many things with you. he wants to use your body as an experiment per say and figure out what you react best too.<br><br></div><div><strong>kaeya<br></strong><br></div><div>-as i established before, he is mean. will totally be the type to touch you under the table during a dinner with friends and act like he did nothing wrong.<br><br></div><div>-one of his favorite places to fuck you is 100% his office because the chance of someone hearing you or walking in on you two.<br><br></div><div><strong>diluc<br></strong><br></div><div>-actually can and will be really sweet and intimate with you sometimes :( it's so precious<br><br></div><div>-he gets softer with sex after he's had a bad day, not rougher like most would assume. he just wants to feel loved and be loved by you in the most intimate way when he is upset.<br><br></div><div><strong>childe<br></strong><br></div><div>-he likes to praise you for how well you're doing !! will 100% call you a good girl for taking whatever he gives you.<br><br></div><div>-i also think he's the type of person to just laugh it off if something goofy happens during sex, because yes, we all know sex isn't always perfect. like one time you hit your head off the headboard and he laughed his ass off while pulling you further down the bed and rubbing your head to make sure you're okay. He just put a pillow behind your head and continued.<br><br></div><div><strong>zhongli<br></strong><br></div><div>-idk why but i think he gives amazing oral. just saying. like so good you'll be trembling under his touch.<br><br></div><div>-uhm also. here me out. idk exactly how freely the archons could change their form but... lets just imagine for a second he is able to change is form on a whim... zhongli used to have the form of a woman. and i think if you ever expressed interested in seeing it... he would change his form for you and definitely tease you and bed you like that. Like just imagine dom female zhongli for a minute... yeah<br><br></div><div><strong>kazuha<br></strong><br></div><div>-i said in part one that he is soft af. nothing but wanting you and to love you but god forbid you catch him on a day where he is in a bad mood or just not 100% his usual self. or maybe it's a day where he is just feeling ornery (which isn't often)<br><br></div><div>-he will still be soft but you're in for a lot of teasing + edging. the teasing will start with just his words throughout the day, and subtle touches. and when he gets you alone you'll think it's over, but no, he'll edge you until you're begging just because he feels like it.<br><br></div><div><strong>thoma<br></strong><br></div><div>-in part one i said how he is pretty subby but he is only a sub leaning switch. may the gods help you on days he is not in a subby mood.<br><br></div><div>-100% wants to fuck you in front of a mirror but is too scared to ask. you'd have to be the one to bring it up since he is too shy to do so.<br><br></div><div>-he also loves to finger you tbh, especially doing so in front of the mirror. he wants you to see exactly what he's doing to you that makes you feel so good. His favorite way to do this is by having you sitting in his lap with your back against his chest, so he can easily hold you still or make you look in the mirror.<br><br></div><div><strong>scaramouche<br></strong><br></div><div>-likes to let you sit on his face and let you think you're in charge when really you're not. he'll hold your thighs and not let you move away from him despite your cries that it's too much.<br><br></div><div>-he is always in charge. even when you finally get him to bottom for you. he's still in charge and you know that. he lets you think you're in control, but really, the hold he has on you is too strong to not just give him what he wants. you know if you tease him to much you'll be punished.<br><br></div><div><strong>xiao<br></strong><br></div><div>-i said in part one how he doesn't have much experience but is a quick learner right? well... once he is more comfortable oh my god... once he is comfortable with it you'd be surprised by how often he will initiate sex. also you'll be surprised by all the little tricks he picks up to make you feel good.<br><br></div><div>-for a while he prefers you to be on top, since he has less experience. but once he decided he wanted to try topping... he became more of a dom from then on out. he doesn't wanna give up that position anymore. but you don't mind because dom!xiao is just perfect. but he wont be too rough with you unless you ask him too.<br><br></div><div><strong>gorou<br></strong><br></div><div>-ngl a quick way to get him going is a kiss and a good scratch behind the ears. but doing this makes him <em>soft</em>. do that if you're looking for a more loving &amp; intimate session with him.<br><br></div><div>-he is literally such a good boy. i said in part one how he can be rough if you allow him, but he can also be the softest dom and sweetest boy.<br><br></div><div>-sometimes he just likes to take it slow but you'll never be dissatisfied. sure, it's may not give you a mind blowing orgasm like when he is rough, but the several smaller orgasms that lead to the pleasure of overstimulation is enough to make up for it. because when he goes slow is about more than just making each other feel good. he is craving to feel loved and be intimate when this happens.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>A Small Predicament [Baby Genshin x Reader]</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Scaramouche<br></strong><br></div><div>• "Oh you shrank? I couldn't tell-"<br><br></div><div>• Threatens that he will murder you to pieces and burn your remains but his voice was so squeaky and high pitched (voice crack) that you couldn't help but burst into a tearful laughter.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>• Its payback time&nbsp; Bully him, take his hat and hover it above his head. Truthfully, without his hat Scaramouche looks like a little schoolboy. Overall less intimidating.<br><br></div><div>• Tries glaring. Cute. He's really bratty as a kid, sitting on a high chair (which you had to help him get on) and demanding his servants to do his bidding. In reality, his personality never changed. You realized that even as a grown up he still acts like this (bratty kid in a grown man body).<br><br></div><div>• The curse made his week a living hell. Signora had the audacity to pull his ear when he misbehaves. Childe constantly messes with his hair while giving head pats and the WORST of all, pinching his cheeks. Scaramouche never wanted to commit arson so bad in his life.<br><br></div><div>• Eventually finds a cure so he doesn't have to deal with it anymore and orders everyone to never speak of it again. Though, he's plotting how he'll get revenge on everyone who made fun of him using the very same curse (You better r<em>un).<br></em><br></div><div>~~x~~<br><br></div><div><strong>Diluc<br></strong><br></div><div>• "Oh…Oh my! Diluc you're just so cute!"&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>• Diluc grimaces as you glomp him in this state. How can you help it? With his head so small it makes his hair all the more fluffier! His coat no longer fits him to the point the sleeves had made past his fingertips. He tried wielding his claymore again, only to lose balance and fall flat onto his bum<br><br></div><div>• (insert kid voice "Retribution!") Did I mention the babyface?<br><br></div><div>• Diluc tries to act as if everything was normal, acting like the Darknight hero and Mondstadt's Tycoon but fun-sized. He couldn't. There was no way people would take him seriously in business meetings. Same with fighting abyss mages, his smaller form was too much of a disadvantage. Thus you ended up doing most of his paperwork.<br><br></div><div>• One time you caught him sitting on the floor couldn't reach his office desk&nbsp; while reading away the various books for a cure. It was three in the morning. You told him it was way past his bedtime and he argues saying when did he ever have a curfew schedule. In the end you managed to convince him and he b<em>egrudgingly </em>obliges.<br><br></div><div>• The type to NOT ask for help even when it's obvious that he really needs it. Before he was the one who helped you reach things from the top shelves, oh how the tables have turned. He avoids Kaeya like a p<em>lague </em>unless he was in it for another round of funny remarks. When he wanted to go out and get some fresh air, you insisted on accompanying him. Worst mistake in his life. A travelling merchant bumps into you and commented that you had a very cute son. Diluc was mortified.<br><br></div><div>• The day ended up with him sulking in his room. Although it was tempting, you resisted from cooing over his adorable form after days of treating him like a child. It wasn't because you were teasing him, Diluc just works so hard that you wanted to spoil him a bit. At least he could still play a game of chess with you.<br><br></div><div>• When things went back to normal, Diluc ensures that you will NOT see him as your son.<br><br></div><div>~~x~~<br><br></div><div><strong>Kaeya<br></strong><br></div><div>• "Well look who it is, my little Prince Kaeya~"<br><br></div><div>• Tries really hard not be bothered by it at all. Kaeya still maintains his suave facade, throwing in a couple of flirting lines here and there (and forcing his voice to go a few octaves too low in which puberty has yet to occur HA). Though no matter what approach, he couldn't ignore the sparkling mischievious glint in your eye. You were obviously not taking him seriously.<br><br></div><div>• Things couldn't get any worse. He lost his masculine physique and boob window, he wasn't able to go to certain places without supervision. But the worst thing of all was that he was underaged. Kaeya hated the fact he couldn't drink anymore, he even insisted you to sneak him a few bottles (which you refused) and had to settle with plain beverages such as fruit juice (what an insult). He was never really grounded since his childhood days but he certainly felt like he was grounded now.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>• Kaeya still kisses you on the lips whether you like it or not. If you ask him to sit on your lap, he will find a way to turn the position into his favour such as resting his face between your breasts. You're not gonna treat him like a kid, nuh-uh, he actively avoids it.<br><br></div><div>• Since his personality still remains, Kaeya is a naughty child. He will use his innocent appearance to sway people (even you) to get what he wants. That was how he was able to take a sip of the wine he stole somewhere (he wouldn't tell you). Diluc scolded him heavily and threatened to ban him from drinking from his Tavern for a week (they ended up arguing, Kaeya being the passive aggressive little shit he is).<br><br></div><div>• He was extremely relieved to return back to his normal form again. He has so much to catch up (specifically his b<em>edtime </em>activities with you *wink wonk*)<br><br></div><div>~~x~~<br><br></div><div><strong>Child(e)<br></strong><br></div><div>• "Hmmm to be honest, this actually suits you very much."<br><br></div><div>• Unlike the other boys, Childe was completely okay with it. Turns out that YOU were the one who was not going to be okay. If you thought taking care of Teucer was energy-draining then expect Childe to take that tenfold and beyond.<br><br></div><div>• You've officially became his full-time babysitter who is in desperate need of a raise (and rest). You can't take your eyes off of him and archons forbid that he will ever meet Klee. One point he'll be running ahead by your side and the next you'll find him getting himself in a 1vs7 situation with some shady looking treasure hoarders. Childe genuinely thinks he could take them on but the curse downgraded his abilities. You carried him and barely made out of it alive. (This made you ponder whether the best solution would be to strap him against a chair for the time being…)<br><br></div><div>• Childe being a child will eat all the candies and ice cream he pleases. You wonder if the curse also turned him a few years back or was it that he acts like this simply because he wanted to (it was the latter). He loves being spoiled, spoiled by you! Childe demands your full attention, spoon-feeding his meals, back rubs and head pats. Yep, he's definitely doing this on purpose.<br><br></div><div>• Did he just call you 'mommy'? (Childe has mommy kink confirmed).&nbsp; He has so much energy that it was exhausting, you literally had to drag him away from what ever he was doing in order to get him to bed. "No Childe, your sleeping time is 9p.m stop whining." He bargained that he'll sleep if you sleep beside him (you didn't get any sleep. You knew what he was planning. In the end, you tried to make sure he didn't sneak out behind your back.)<br><br></div><div>• Finally you were able to get out of that hell-hole. Childe promised to make it up to you, you deserve it after all~<br><br></div><div>~~x~~<br><br></div><div><strong>Small (aka Xiao)<br></strong><br></div><div>• "Did you know in the Liyuean language, Xiao translates to small?" You didn't say that out loud. Not when he's this angry (this a<em>ngy)<br></em><br></div><div>• He just stands there, crossing his arms and grumbling. You were hesitant to touch him in case he might hiss at you. Xiao has always been short, maybe an inch taller than you, but seeing him like this made you think 'my almighty yaksha can't be this cute♡'<br><br></div><div>• He gets mad when you no longer call his name for help. How could you? He's just so precious~ Xiao makes it clear that no matter what form he takes, it doesn't make him weak ("Adepti and you mortals are nothing alike." Or so he says but you could tell he wasn't running as fast as he used to because…small legs). You may not comment on it aloud but he can tell just by the look on your face and it irritates him.<br><br></div><div>• Also the type to not ask for help but worse. Xiao is an agressive little kid, he seems as if he'll be willing to bite someone's finger off if they try to pet him (He gives strong cat vibes, so thats understandable). His spear was too big for him to wield so he often has to put it away or else he might knock someone over with it. Xiao hates being short so you'll be hearing him complain a<em>lot.<br></em><br></div><div>• Since he was an adepti, he didn't need to sleep however, the curse must have brought down his power by a significant amount to the point you DID catch him napping. You almost swooned out loud just by taking a glance upon his face. For once he didn't wear his signature grumpy look. Xiao appears like a normal child, one full of innocence. His snoring was soft and breathly but that just meant he was deep asleep. (You wished to take a picture).&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>• Of course, everything had to come to an end (much to your disappointment), he still complains about the incident to this day.<br><br></div><div>~~x~~<br><br></div><div><strong>Zhongli<br></strong><br></div><div>• How is it possible for a baby to still look so h<em>andsome?</em> (Must be his godly abilities)<br><br></div><div>• Zhongli is unfazed by this 'curse' since his past lives have already taken many forms. Though for some reason whenever he walks down the streets of Liyue, young girls, mothers, ladies all come him was and start complimenting him and gushing over him (he was suffocating). They'd squeeze him tight or squish his cheeks, it only takes once glance before the little girls start blushing and hiding behind their moms.<br><br></div><div>• Needless to say, despite what form he is in, Zhongli is still able to get free stuff. He got some free candies and some free kites to play with. You had to help him carry his items. Zhongli ends up tripping too much because his tailcoat reached his feet (he decided to just take it off. You had to hold that too). Seems like he can have anyone do things for him in the end HA.<br><br></div><div>• He still got that drippy voice and you're just like ???? "What on Teyvat Zhongli, you're a kid." This is why you can't see him as one, its nearly impossible.<br><br></div><div>• Actively avoids Hu Tao and Childe. Once Hu Tao caught sight of him and chased him for hours, he couldn't stay in one spot knowing that she might just pop out of no where. Childe still spoils him, however Zhongli feels irritated by the fact the only things Childe buys him toys (its different when other people do it.)<br><br></div><div>• Everytime you guys go back strolling through Liyue, you had to hold his hand in case more women come swarming hin again. You swear that at this rate he might get kidnapped because hes just such a beautiful baby.<br><br></div><div>• Zhongli learned an important lesson after his curse was lifted: no matter how many years he lives throughout&nbsp; never take a form of a child.<br><br></div><div>~~x~~<br><br></div><div><strong>Albedo<br></strong><br></div><div>•<strong> Y</strong>ou find him buried beneath a pile of books and had to dig him out before he suffocates.<br><br></div><div>• Albedo has the cutest eyes, they're big and round full of curiosity and they sparkle too (he has the prettiest eyes out of everyone tbh). He is the only person who is fascinated by this outcome and immediately goes in the wild to test out his new physique.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>• He was always curious why Klee T-poses when she runs so he decided to try it out himself. She was thrilled to find out that she now has a little brother to play with. In the end, Albedo indulges in the games she always wanted to play but couldn't because he was too old: princess dress up tea parties.<br><br></div><div>• You felt many things when you saw Albedo wearing a frilly gown and a plastic tiara tucked on his head. Deep down you knew regardless of what gender Albedo was still pretty. Klee even had the guts to redo his hair and hardly anyone was able to recognize it was him at all. He has pigtails, PIGTAILS! You made sure to burn that image into the very depths of your mind forever.<br><br></div><div>• The only advantage was the he was ablw to fit through small spaces, other than that, being small was way too inconvenient. He knocked down a few of his potion bottles which damaged the floor (thankfully not him) because they were lethal (he wonders how Klee was able to not injure herself when using bombs). You carried him and lifted him to alot of places such as trudging through the snow because Albedo would surely fall on his face due to his small form.<br><br></div><div>• Enough was enough, he only lasted a day with this and decided to just make a potion and put an end to the curse once and for all.&nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>A Smaller Predicament [Genshin Impact x Smol!Reader]</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><br>Childe</strong></div><ul><li>When Childe walks in, he doesn’t see you….until he looked down. He almost crunched you beneath his feet if it weren’t for your constant flailing of arms and screeching voice. He blanks out for a hot minute as you clung onto his toes, doesn’t dare to move an inch because he’s so petrified (even though there’s nothing to be afraid of??). But honestly if Childe moved right now, he might accidentally flail you to the side and that’s the last thing he wants.</li><li>“WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??” He screamed so loud it nearly blew you out of proportion. Seems like he’s going to have alot of adjusting to do. Childe is a tall man (canonically the tallest) and he knows how impulsive he can get which is why he bought a handmade dollhouse from one of the Liyue merchants for you to stay in.</li><li>Though there’s something about your tiny size that makes his heart flutter. With your face so small with a pair of eyes far too big, *clutches chest* “My oujo-chan is so cute” -Childe probably. He won’t stop saying them over again and you were growing tired of his gushing reactions. He can’t help it. He wants to spoil you rotten. You fit right onto the flat of his palms, the way you just snuggle up againts his finger and he just- <em>swoons</em>, might tear up (bruh).</li><li>Toys may be for kids but for Childe it was now his favourite pass time. While you navigate around the wooden dollhouse, he pitches in by moving around the furniture to make it easier for you. Offers to carry you through the rooms like a personal elevator. And please, please let him tuck you to bed. He has to pinch his fingers to grab the blanket. It’s so adorable to him.</li><li>Loves it when you snuggle up against his collar. He thinks it would be the best area for you to be nearby him since the risk of you getting hit by anything (or him) by accident is very slim chance. Sometimes he pulls up his collar so that you’re more comfortable and cradled within. He would have to avert his eyes down rather than turning his head if he wanted to look at you otherwise you’d be hit by his chin and that would hurt.</li><li>The poking sensation with you by his neck can bother him since he’s veeeery tickilish there. Plus, Childe can get easily sweaty so have fun with that.</li><li>You have a feeling that he wasn’t so pleased when you transformed back. You might be right. Actually, you are right. He secretly has an extra potion hidden somewhere…just in case.</li></ul><div><strong>Diluc</strong></div><ul><li>Mortified, his soul just left his body. To think things couldn’t get any worse ever since he turned into a child to the point no one took him seriously, now you’re literally the size of an apple. Oh god what if his bird suddenly swoops in and gobbles you right up? Or the wrath of the wind comes by, swirling you away towards a tornado. Needless to say, Diluc grew paranoid over your well-being ever since.</li><li>Due to your extremely small size, he will ensure that you are supervised by him (except at night where he has places to go). In otherwords, you’re slipped into the inner pocket of his coat. It’s super warm, you can fall asleep (and feel his heartbeat awww). Diluc doesn’t like keeping you in places where people can see you, it would be too easy for outer things to access your tiny form (or maybe he secretly likes the feeling of you in his pocket.)</li><li>And he’s such a gentleman about it. You noticed how careful he moves among his footsteps because he’s worried that you might get dizzy. Diluc guards the pocket at close parameter, keeping an eye on things so he won’t bump into them. As if he was treading on thin ice (you even suggested it was best to leave you home but he’s too overprotective for his own good).</li><li>You’re like his little assistant. Diluc does so much paperwork through out the day and although the act was small, he finds it endearing how you would help bring the papers back to it’s rightful pile or pushing the ink bowl towards him. Or during his shifts at Angel’s Share, crawling around the glass utensils and trying to find a specific wine beverage on his shelf. Of course that only happens when the shop is closed, how is he going to explain to his patrons that you shrank and now live in his pocket?</li><li>He dislikes the thought of you wandering too far. It’s so easy for you to get lost especially when the mansion is so large.</li><li>At night you now sleep atop the fluff of the pillow. Diluc is a calm sleeper so he won’t have to worry about hitting into you. However he radiates warmth so you just subconicously roll towards to his face. He usually wakes up with you sprawled over his nose. He can hardly breath (careful, he might just sneeze too).</li><li>This all happened because of the experiements you participated with Albedo. Diluc ensures that doesn’t happen again. It will take some tencaious effort to convince him otherwise.</li></ul><div><strong>Scaramouche</strong></div><ul><li>Fuck this guy. He treats you like his new pet, a new toy (though you technically are one). He has this arrogant, smug and sadistic look as if he was a predator looking at his prey and grabs you by the collar before dangling you up in the air.</li><li>“Hmph, looks like the tables have turned,” he says while toying with your state. You tell him he’s just angry because he’s short himself and mad that everyone else in the Fatui organization is taller than him. Scaramouche demon face activated. He’s about to devour you. (Maybe you should keep your mouth shut this time. Honestly your relationship with him is pretty weird).</li><li>His hat is so fun to play with. You’d swing around like Tarzan using the strings that were hanging from it. His head was your playground now which annoys him to an enourmous extent because it makes him look ridiculous. Scaramouche will have a hard time catching you since you move around so much. Climb around him, especially the back of his neck. He’ll start wheezing when you tickle him there.</li><li>The type to put you in a box but also the type to keep you on his shoulders. Being relied on makes him feel taller (lmfao). Scaramouche seemse to have developed a habit to poke your cheeks whenever he needed your attention and you bit him back once when he pushed too hard that you nearly fell off. Despite your size, your teeth still hurt. He threatens to put you back into the box if you don’t behave and the outcome ends with a full out brawl as he tries to grab you again while you run around, pulling the strands of his hair to climb on top of his hat. (This is literally Tom and Jerry wtf.)</li><li>After transforming back, he outwardly admits his disappointmen. Scaramouche says it suits you better (when he actually meant that he highly prefers you small). You marked his words, keeping an extra vial for your own entertainment in the near future.</li></ul><div><strong>Xiao</strong></div><ul><li>Xiao was face-palming against his forehead real hard about this. For the love of Rex Lapis, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? First it was the child incident, now you’re the size of his finger? Good grief, looks like he will have to keep an eye on you from now on but at the same time he’s scared to get too close, you are nothing but a tiny mortal in which he would have to double his effort to look after.</li><li>He lets you sit at the crown of his head rather than anywhere else. You insisted since it was easier to see everything at a nice distance (plus he’s short so you won’t have to worry about him bumping into door frames). You noticed that Xiao also has a little strand sticking out from the center (ahoge) and you sometimes grab onto it for stability. Turns out he’s quite sensitive there and winces when you pull too hard.</li><li>For the remaining week as the antedote was being prepared, Xiao became extremely aggressive over your well-being, he looks as if he’s ready to massacre everything in his way…which he did. Clears out the monsters off the path before going on daily strolls with you, you wouldn’t have to lift a finger from now on. No one except for him is allowed to hold you unless they’re a trustworthy person. You could feel his sharp eyes glued on you like a hawk when walking into the grasp of Zhongli’s hand.</li><li>You once accidentally tripped into his almond tofu when he wasn’t looking and he almost ate you. Turns out being small made his job as your gaurdian ten times harder (especially when you’re the clumsy type). If you were to fall off the table, he would have to catch you right? Xiao often bumps into furnitures in the process…ouch!</li><li>He’s very soft. It’s all over his forehead, his mouth, his eyes. When he looks at you, his tense eatures melted away and there’s an invisible fondness over them as he cradles you in his palm. The way you snuggle in them is lke the most precious thing in the world.</li><li>When you turn back, there’s a wave of relief. He was really stressed out you know?</li></ul><div><strong>Zhongli</strong></div><ul><li>His first thought is to get you as far as he can from the Funeral Parlour before Hu Tao finds you. Who knows what that child might have in mind. Zhongli takes one of his empty tea pots and urges you to go inside, or carries a tea cup with you in it, he likes placing you on objects while carrying you around.</li><li>Zhongli realizes that you can no longer use the household items like before so he has to remake them to your standards- especially when he realized he doesn’t have the mora to buy you a dollhouse. He improvises. Takes a handkerchief to make your blanket, his cups for your bathtub, Zhongli had to cut the foot into byte-sized too. But in terms of clothes, well he had to make them as well. Living thousands of years would mean he would have lot of experience. Sewing was one of them luckily. But that would mean he has to take your measurements as well. In the end, most of the things he made were dresses since they were alot easier.</li><li>You like to sneak in between his shirt and his vest tucked behind the coat he wears. Unfortunately Zhongli doesn’t seem to have visible pockets (most likely the reason why he doesn’t carry mora either), though if you don’t hold on tight you might just slip down his vest and right to his stomach. It makes him chuckle when that happens even if the amount of effort to get you out took more than he thought since his attire is quite complicated to put on. If you really want to climb on him, he’ll find a seperate pouch (but realizes it won’t be a good idea when there’s alot of pick-pocketers in Liyue streets).</li><li>All of a sudden he reads you bedtime stories. It’s some sort of inner instinct that tells him he’s taking care of a child now (he’s right though). You realized that his voice was equivalent to a thunder’s roar due to size difference. He would have to whisper now.</li><li>It will always be part of his precious memories when you turned pocket-sized. Zhongli still keeps the clothing he made somewhere in his closets too.</li></ul><div><strong>Kaeya</strong></div><ul><li>Amused by this eventful situation. Absolutely thrilled! He’s not evil like Scaramouche but this new version of his s/o is both adorable and fun at the same time. You’re so easy to tickle, just one poke using his finger against your hips makes you yelp. Sometimes he twirls your hair or taps your forehead gently despite your protest, he’s so handsy like always in an affectionate yet annoying way.</li><li>Kaeya picks you up and places you among the fluffy comfort of his feathery scarf. You sneezed, the last time he cleaned it was before he went on a mission with the knights. Though you have to admit, it’s the best feeling in the world. It’s so soft you might sink deeper into the fabric. He likes to put you in places where he can talk to you easily, sometimes on the table while he downs on his wine. Normally you have to take the bottle away before it gets too much, now you have to push it away which he finds very entertaining at your futile attempts.</li><li>“Don’t you have anything better to do?” you tell him. Since you turned byte-sized, he can’t seem to stop playing around. Takes his two fingers and pretends they’re legs walking across the surface. You would turn around and he halts, Kaeya sends you his signature grin. When he promises that he wouldn’t do anything funny, you would let him hold you. Since hugs are out of the equation, Kaeya gives you his finger instead to wrap your arms around. He can’t get enough seeing you like this, things he couldn’t do when you were normal-sized. he enjoys your reactions way too much.</li><li>His favourite pass time is helping you brush your hair because the hairbursh is too big for you to handle. Kaeya ensure he’s handling things delicately but he would love to help style it for you as well. Pretty please? At this point one request turns to another because he’s having way too much fun. But it couldn’t be helped since you would need his assistance in almost everything so there’s really no escaping.</li><li>You were so happy when things were normal again but Kaeya would bring this up again during your conversations (how next time he would like to put you in his drinks while you’re wearing a swim suit).</li></ul><div><strong>Albedo</strong></div><ul><li>Legit blurted out if he could put you on a hamster wheel.</li><li>What about trying out the little maze he just made?</li><li>Or participating in a race against slimes of different elements?</li><li>No? Okay, then he’ll just turn you back.</li><li>Albedo isn’t going deal with this as along as he can help it (especially when he remembers what Klee did to him when he turned small.)</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>their s/o is the dendro archon! (vol. 1)</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ul><li>you're a plant consultant that albedo often requests for while working on his various experiments</li><li>most of your time is spent cooped up in his lab, studying the various effects of genetic enhancement in different types of flowers</li><li>he's not focused on you at first, after all you're merely there to provide slight consultation on the different varieties of plants and such that he's working with</li><li>but as time goes on, albedo realizes that the soft hum of your voice and the tender nature in which you handle his research and him in itself have begun to make his heart hammer against his chest</li><li>from them on, he requests for your assistance only to have you sit perched on a stool while he documents his findings and simply basks in your presence</li><li>obviously, you're confused at first and ask why he's requested for your assistance if all you're going to do is sit and watch as he works</li><li>nonchalantly, he'll reply "i simply enjoy your company," and carry on with his work, leaving you a flustered mess of emotions</li><li>it's clumsy and a little less organized than he would've hoped, but albedo finally asks you out on a date (klee helps him out by scribbling "go out with mister albedo!" on a piece of paper in crayon except "mister" is missing the e and there's an apple juice stain in the corner, but you reward her regardless with a pink tulip that bursts from your hand, and a warm hug)</li><li>albedo loves seeing you use your vision, he finds it mystical and enchanting</li><li>but, he's a very perceptive man and immediately catches on that you seem to be more than you make yourself out to be</li><li>it's evident especially in the way that you can name ancient flower and plant types like you'd seen them yourself</li><li>your powers additionally far surpass that of any dendro user he'd ever seen before</li><li>not only that, but it has become obvious to him that you are well versed in the ancient art of khemia: one that is secret only to alchemists of khaenri'ah</li><li>albedo isn't confrontational, but he manages to get the answer for your immense power out of you in a meticulously planned and organized manner</li></ul><div>scenario + more utc!<br><br></div><div>"love, would you mind lending me your eyes for a moment?"<br><br></div><div>you perk your head up from the many papers that littered albedo's desk and nodded with a smile, eager to help as always. what you didn't know, however, was that albedo had sketched out a principle rooted in the practice of khemia: just a simple five step plan to create a small flower field, and yet this kind of alchemical practice hadn't been seen by any other practitioners of alchemy outside of those who were well versed in khemia.<br><br></div><div>"i believe i've come to a halt in my studies, would you care to demonstrate this practice?"<br><br></div><div>albedo felt wrong for placing you in such a scenario, after all it forced your hand and would unintentionally make you reveal to him whether or not his suspicions were correct. though calm and collected, albedo couldn't stop the feeling of sheer horror from rising up within him when you easily understood the instructions and mimicked the procedure, going as far to correct the mistakes he deliberately placed in the instructions and adding a few comments of your own.<br><br></div><div>"(y/n)," you froze, he rarely ever called you by name now, "just...who, or <em>what</em> are you? how is it that you are able to understand the practice of khemia?"<br><br></div><div>the truth tasted bitter on your tongue in fear of rejection, and yet you found the courage to look him in the eyes and utter the words that might forever change your relationship.<br><br></div><div>"i'm an archon. the dendro archon."<br><br></div><div>emotions are odd for albedo to decipher, but this amalgamation of reactions, the conflict between the screams of his mind and the cries of his heart, combined with your apprehensive look was all far too much for him to comprehend. his legs screamed at him to run far, far away and seek out his master for answers, but he knew that it'd do him no good.<br><br></div><div>"i...understand. i do wish you told me sooner."<br><br></div><div>you sagged in relief and approached him with cautious steps, "may i?" your arms stretched themselves out towards him, and who was he to say no to a god?<br><br></div><div>albedo felt odd holding one of the many beings that had laid to waste his home so long ago, though he doesn't recall ever seeing the glow of dendro among the carnage.<br><br></div><div>"khaenri'ah was a very lovely nation," you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, and when he remained quiet you carried on, "i often visited under the guise of a mortal and soon came to learn of the art of khemia. being the dendro archon, i can form life from my hands with just my will," you rose and unfurled your hand, letting a lotus bloom from your palm as if to reiterate your point, "so when i learned that khaenri'ah had found a way to create life through alchemical properties, i was in awe!"<br><br></div><div>despite the serious atmosphere, albedo couldn't help but crack a smile; he truly found you adorable beyond words. but as your face fell, the gravity returned to his lungs and reality came swooping in.<br><br></div><div>"i briefly studied khemia, but the fall of khaenri'ah prevented me from learning any more. i tried to reason with the gods from celestia, but to them i was no better than a mortal."<br><br></div><div>he nodded once, then twice, and you felt yourself be pulled flush against his body with your thundering hearts pressed up against one another.<br><br></div><div>"i believe i understand what happened, i apologize for forcing your hand, my flower." albedo finalized his words by intertwining your hands and pressing a kiss to the knuckle. "these hands have crafted so much life," another kiss, this time more tender and gentle, "and it is these hands that hold within them my heart."<br><br></div><div>albedo came a little closer to understanding what his master meant by the purpose of this world, and all he had to do was look into your eyes. the same eyes that held the love of his practice, the love of his people, and love for him, simple albedo.<br><br></div><ul><li>upon discovering your status as an archon, albedo will first revel in the fact that his hypothesis was right (nerd lmao/j)</li><li>but despite the past, he acknowledges that you are not at fault for what happened to khaenri'ah</li><li>your archon powers interest him very much!</li><li>especially your inability to control the flowers that bloom around you when your emotions are intense</li><li>albedo experiments to see which kind of reactions will produce which kinds of flowers (of course, with your consent)</li><li>the reactions are usually flustered-based (kisses to your cheek, face, and lips especially are most effective as well as romantic compliments and remarks, he notes), given that albedo refuses to do anything to upset or anger you in any regard, and thus, many times will sucrose have to sweep up rose petals from the lab floors after another one of his experiments</li><li>but albedo loves the tender moments you spend with him, barren of experiments and tests, and he marvels in seeing you put your powers to work</li></ul><div>days off were rare for albedo, but not unwelcome in the slightest. the gentle chilly breeze that ruffled through his ashen locks and the warmth of your weight pressed against his side while both of you sat huddled at his workdesk in dragonspine was a feeling he embraced with open arms.<br><br></div><div>yet, his worker's mindset truly never left him even on his days off.<br><br></div><div>"i've been pondering," he began, looking towards you who leaned your head on his shoulder, "would you like to be a subject in another one of my experiments?"<br><br></div><div>your lips curved upwards into a curious smile as you nodded thrice. "of course! but whatever for?"<br><br></div><div>albedo glanced downwards and pulled out his leather bound notebook and charcoal pencil, "a simple test of your powers, i wish to study them more, and, consequently, understand you better." the gentle, feather light touch of his knuckles grazed away the stray snowflakes that had scurried their way into his base and landed on your cheek and hair.<br><br></div><div>though you knew albedo meant business, you couldn't help but let a giddy, lovestruck smile cross your features at his words.<br><br></div><div>"well, i can't say no to that can i?"<br><br></div><div>once you had bundled up in your snow gear, albedo took you by the hand further into the woods of dragonspine. snow dribbled gently from the sky and landed on your upwards glancing face, right on the tip of your nose.<br><br></div><div>"albedo, look!" you pointed with a gleeful smile to the snowflake on your nose, which quickly dissipated into a thin droplet. albedo chuckled and paused his steps to wipe away the water from your face, and press a gentle kiss against your nose.<br><br></div><div>"adorable," he murmured and continued to walk with your palm in his hand. he knew for certain if he looked back at this very moment, you'd be covered in roses and thornless vines and the very thought had him smiling affectionately to himself.<br><br></div><div>you on the other hand, made haste with your free hand to swipe away the growing rose buds and vines that had begun to wrap around your body. "so many years i've had these powers and i still can't control this." you mused to yourself, watching the last rose petal disappear under your glowing, green touch.<br><br></div><div>not paying attention, you nearly stumbled forwards over a rock had albedo not caught you in time.<br><br></div><div>"for an archon, you are most clumsy though endearing." it was rare to hear a lighthearted lilt to albedo's voice, but never rare for you. his arms carefully steadied you to your feet, and despite his sweet actions an evident pout remained on your face.<br><br></div><div>"i am certainly <em>not</em> clumsy, excuse you." though he nodded his head at your retort, you almost definitely felt the playful smile that lingered on his face like the sugary aftertaste of honey.<br><br></div><div>after walking for a bit, hand in hand, albedo finally pulled you into a snowy clearing surrounded by thick fir trees and devoid of any other plant life.<br><br></div><div>"i am interested in seeing if you can summon forth some common flowers in a different climate, especially one that poses natural challenges," he paused to gently pull you body closer to him and peer into your eyes, "if that is alright with you, of course."<br><br></div><div>you beamed with affection and nodded with a confident smile, "of course! i'd be more than happy to test it out."<br><br></div><div>notebook in hand and pencil ready to record any valuable information, albedo remained at your side and quickly sketched the clearing as a "before" picture. "alright, at my word please summon forth a field of cecilias." you nodded and knelt down to the barren, snowy ground, placing your palms on the thick blanket of snow.<br><br></div><div>"oh," he paused to lean closer to your ear, "and you must ignore my presence, no matter what." confused, you nodded anyway and once given the signal, you let the rivers of your dendro energy surge from your palms into the ground below.<br><br></div><div>concentrated on your task, you barely noticed when albedo knelt down to your level. only when he begun to pepper kisses across your face did you falter in your work. "you are so beautiful, absolutely radiant. your beauty rivals the break of dawn and your sweetness triumphs over that of the sweetest sugars. i love everything about you, my flower." he mumbled into your ear with a tone you'd never heard before, but a tone you definitely wanted to hear more of.<br><br></div><div>you felt your face heat up, and instead of cecilias, from the snowy ground burst forth a large bushel of bright red, blooming roses and sparkling asters. mortified, you turned back to albedo with apologetic eyes only to be met with the satisfactory glint in his irises as he stared back at your work.<br><br></div><div>"marvelous job, my darling. exactly as i had predicted too." he mumbled while scribbling some notes down in his notebook. albedo set aside the items and pulled you close into his arms.<br><br></div><div>"though, i meant every word of what i said even if they were used for an experiment," his lips found their way to your temple and gently pulled back to brush his nose against yours, "i love you, and all of you."<br><br></div><div>you swore you felt the roses behind you grow in size and double in number and the tips of the fir trees began to dip inwards to where albedo held you like a gentle flower.<br><br></div><ul><li>he's absolutely whipped for you, and the fact that you're an archon doesn't change that</li><li>you're his muse, to put it lightly</li><li>he loves sketching you and making attempts to understand you better</li><li>you're also one of the only people he can outwardly discuss khemia with, given that it's an ancient practice belonging exclusively to khaenri'ah</li><li>albedo hadn't fathomed that he could possible spend a lot of time with someone and yet feel as though his energy levels hadn't depleted</li><li>but whenever you stop by and he manages to get your assistance in an alchemic experiment, he hopes you never leave his side</li><li>albedo swears he can feel every flower petal brush against his heart when he manages to fluster you enough into a state where you've covered in flowers, even unintentionally</li><li>but whether or not you could summon entire fields with a single whip of your hand or not, albedo would love you all the same</li></ul><div><br></div><ul><li>xiao already knows who you are the minute you step foot into liyue</li><li>rex lapis never fought you during the archon war as you had proven yourself by offering aid to injured gods and goddesses</li><li>but xiao remembers clearly, the way you looked at him with kindness in your eyes as blood seeped from a wound in his head</li><li>a wound that you had healed with the warmth of dendro energy from your palms</li><li>he'd never met a god quite like you: the gods he knew were either power-hungry or righteous beings who cast away evil shadows, much like rex lapis in his mind</li><li>you, however, seemed to seek nothing from him but his well being</li><li>many historians argue that it was rex lapis that saved the young yaksha from the grips of the evil god who commanded him to shed innocent blood and devour dreams until hope ceased to exist</li><li>however, not many know that it was the dendro archon who pulled him from the depths of his oblivion and left him in the aid of the most reliable of the bunch: morax</li></ul><div>alatus hadn't seen light nor had he known warmth for centuries. head to toe, his body was coated in sticky, irony blood. <em>'whose blood was it?</em>' he wondered to himself. the likely answer he knew, was that this blood on his skin was blood that was never meant to be shed. the bitter taste of dreams lingered on his tongue and felt slimy in the caverns of his mouth. he felt vile, the most disgusting being to ever exist in teyvat.<br><br></div><div>no matter how far he looked ahead, there lay bloodshed and a sky tinted red and charcoal black. with every step he took, glancing back would reveal a pile of bodies in the wake of his path.<br><br></div><div>even now as he stumbled aimlessly through the desolate village tarnished by war and devoid of life, hope ceased to exist in his heart. his eyes fell upon a tattered pile of limp bodies, sagging with the weight of death.<br><br></div><div>as normal as blinking, or taking a deep breath on a quiet summer's night, alatus walked past the corpses with his head bowed to the ground. that was until the toe of his boot caught on something small, and squishy. he looked towards the ground to see that he'd stepped on what looked like a hand-sewn fabric doll with black yarn for hair, brown button eyes, and a tattered, lime green dress made from cotton. and right beside it lay a small, chubby hand, extended towards the doll as if reaching for it. the little girl's body was marred beyond comprehension, there's no doubt that whatever caused the injuries that littered her body was something she received the brunt of.<br><br></div><div>but alatus didn't care about how she died. he dropped to his knees, weak from sheer terror, and pulled the little girl's limp corpse out from the pile of bodies discarded like trash. she breathed no more, and yet alatus held her against his hammering heart as if she would suddenly wake up and her cold, bruised hands would once again turn soft and warm: full of life.<br><br></div><div>his bloodied fingers scooped the doll up from the ground and placed it in her drying fingers. and he sat, eyes empty and heart pained, and held her lifeless corpse while he listened to the thunderous roars of nearby battles and the ominous hum of what he could only think was the wrath of a god from just over the mountain tops.<br><br></div><div>"did you know her?"<br><br></div><div>alatus lifelessly looked behind him to the source of the voice, meeting your concerned gaze. just when had you appeared? he hadn't heard the gentle crunch of your feet under the crumbling dirt, too lost in his thoughts. he didn't recognize you, but your attire made it known of <em>what</em> exactly you were, as did the emerald lines that ran up your arms that most likely thrummed with dendro energy.<br><br></div><div>he didn't respond, for fear that you may unleash your wrath if he gave an answer that wasn't to your liking: the gods were not to be trusted, the gods were not to be taken lightly. he knew this, and he was reminded by the invisible jingle of his metaphorical shackles that bound his wrists and cuffed his neck not unlike a dog.<br><br></div><div>alatus hardly moved when you stooped down to sit beside him, though he held the girl closer to his body. "you're hurt," you gently chide and, almost unconsciously, your fingers find their way up to the pulsing wound near his temple. despite having no reaction to your presence, your touch, however, had him flinching away and holding the girl's corpse tighter to his body as if to shield her from you.<br><br></div><div>your heart dropped at how <em>fragile</em> he looked, despite boasting the blood of what you assumed were his victims and a scary-looking polearm.<br><br></div><div>"come, allow me to clean you." alatus looked at your hand, outstretched and waiting in front of him, with tired and dead eyes. you managed to take the dead little girl from his arms with a genuine promise to return and bury her and her family, and took him by the hand to a nearby spring.<br><br></div><div>alatus followed limply, your hand being the only thing that kept him upright and walking. even as the cool, spring water brushed against his skin and hair, all he could see was the once pure, blue water stained a horrid maroon: no matter how hard he scrubbed, he'd never be absolved of his sins.<br><br></div><div>you hadn't managed to coax a name out of him, not even as you gently washed the sticky blood out of his lovely, thick locks or healed the gash by his forehead with a light press of your palm to his skin.<br><br></div><div>alatus, on the other hand, began to feel strange. the shock of bathing in snow only to step into warm water was vivid and bright, and he's confused beyond belief. why was your touch so incomprehensibly warm? why had you treated him like a gentle glass figure that would break if handled too rashly. why did you bathe him like a child and heal his wounds without asking for a single thing in return? he realizes he must have asked the last question aloud because you respond with an airy laugh and, "because one should never expect anything in return when offering help from their heart."<br><br></div><div>he sat in silence and continued to watch the blood form clouds in the spring water.<br><br></div><div>"alatus." he whispered.<br><br></div><div>you couldn't stop the smile that formed across your face, "alatus," you parroted, letting the taste of it sit in your mouth; it tasted of sweet sugar with a bitter, burnt aftertaste, "what a lovely name."<br><br></div><div>"i am (y/n), the dendro archon." you murmured just as your cupped hand, filled with clear water, swiped away at the remaining blood from his cheek.<br><br></div><div>but you understood that alatus would not receive protection under your wing, so instead you hurried to the strongest god you knew: rex lapis, who was a rigid soul but you knew he could be trusted. with your cloak draped around his head and shoulders, you gently led alatus by his shoulders to the ominous-looking man who had his polearm speared through an enemy.<br><br></div><div>alatus' heart began to race as he got a better look at the figure who had succumbed to morax's spear: his master.<br><br></div><div>"morax..." you hesitantly called out to him, squeezing alatus' shoulders with your palms.<br><br></div><div>"i believe this is the master of that boy you hold." morax's voice boomed with authority and power. alatus shrunk back into your touch, preferring your much more docile and soft voice.<br><br></div><div>"they've made him to slaughter, innocent or defiled. a weapon." with a yank of his arm, morax drew his weapon out from the chest of his victim and whipped it to the side so the blood flung off from the golden metal.<br><br></div><div>"you are free now." the god uttered with what looked like pity swirling in his golden irises.<br><br></div><div>alatus never thought he'd hear those words, or understand them fully. but the gentle coax of your hand on his back and a reassuring smile had him stepping forward and realizing the true gravity of what rex lapis had done for him. the glint began to return to his eyes as he dropped down to one knee, placed a hand over his heart and bowed his head down respectfully to morax. "my lord, i am forever in your debt. you may use me as you see fit."<br><br></div><div>he expected to once again receive the same shackles his master had placed on him, but instead, your gentle hand dipped under his chin and tilted his head up to look at morax, who surprisingly looked down at him with gentle eyes and a kind yet firm smile.<br><br></div><div>"you will be now known as xiao, and assist me in protecting liyue."<br><br></div><div>and he accepted.<br><br></div><ul><li>he'll never forget the day the dendro archon bathed him of his sin and led him to his new master</li><li>you had later taken him back to the desolate village you found him in and helped bury the little girl and her family, placing her doll on top of her grave</li><li>you also summoned a beautiful ginkgo tree that towered over their graves and covered their tombstones in white lilies and roses</li><li>it was the closest xiao had ever come to crying in a long time</li><li>you left the battlefield that day and xiao never saw you again, not until recently that is</li><li>your aim was to visit the city of liyue as you'd been recently hired at bubu pharmacy as its personal medical and plant consultant, healer, and resident substitute doctor in case baizhu was unable to work</li><li>oddly enough, you decide to take up residence in wangshuu inn despite the long commute to liyue (verr goldet must be having tons of fun, having her hotel host a famed adeptus and the dendro archon themself, even if she doesn't know it)</li><li>wangshuu inn had such a peaceful aura, but you also sensed a familiar presence and decided to investigate</li><li>you find xiao purely by chance while he's bandaging his wounds after a fight out on the upmost balcony</li><li>he seems to recognize you immediately, and you him</li><li>you offer to heal his wounds but he shies away from your touch and declines</li><li>xiao is still apprehensive about gods that aren't rex lapis, considering his past treatment</li><li>he practically folds in on himself upon seeing you and recognizing who you are</li><li>instead of leaving him without a word, you end up leaving behind a glaze lily by his side imbued with healing properties that heals him from afar</li><li>you repeat the same routine each day: work in liyue, return to the inn, and head up to the balcony to see if xiao had returned</li><li>you weren't sure what had you checking up on him so often, and xiao wasn't exactly partial to your concern</li><li>perhaps it was the brief history the two you held, but there was an inexplicable connection between the two of you that you desired to strengthen, and xiao desired to break in fear of being hurt, or, even worse, hurting you</li><li>but as time went on, he found himself expecting your visits, and at times he'd indulge in your conversations and let you come stand beside him</li><li>it takes a long while for him to catch feelings, partly because your status as an archon secretly intimidates (and slightly frightens) him, and also because he's emotionally constipated/j</li><li>initially when he begins to feel different in your presence, he requests that the connection be cut before it becomes too strong, much to your dismay</li></ul><div>"we should...cease whatever this is."<br><br></div><div>if your heart could physically drop, it'd be in your stomach right about now.<br><br></div><div>"xiao-"<br><br></div><div>"this is not up for debate, leave." before he could step away from the balcony, you caught his wrist with a gentle yet firm grip.<br><br></div><div>"i won't leave you, xiao." you mumbled.<br><br></div><div>xiao scowled and attempted to yank his wrist away, but you stood firm and kept a determined look on your face. "i know this isn't what you truly want, is it?"<br><br></div><div>and it wasn't, xiao knew this and he knew it well and yet he knew that if he stayed anymore that he'd never want to leave. and what would happen should you turn on him like the god before? he was no more than a tool to the divine, someone like him was incapable of forming a bond, and yet here you were. a god, pleading with a divine tool to stay.<br><br></div><div>the words he wanted to say got caught by the needles in his throat, instead he shied away from your touch and mumbled, "you make me feel...incomprehensible things. i do not understand why it is that my heart pains when <em>you</em> are near. or why everything feels so...calm, and warm when you're around. i feel as though i am back in that spring and you've cleaned me of blood. i do not understand..." defeated, his arm went limp in your grip as did his shoulders.<br><br></div><div>relief hit you in waves and you moved your hands to hold his face before speaking quietly, only to him, "that's love, xiao. you're feeling love."<br><br></div><div>of course, your remark was met with an indignant scoff and the crossing of his arms as he ripped his golden irises away from your own, "ridiculous, i don't concern myself with such mortal emotions. i am incapable of such mediocrities."<br><br></div><div>you laughed before replying with a wistful tune to your voice, "xiao, i'm an archon and yet i know what i feel for you is love. love transcends mortality, and you are most capable of feeling such a wonderful thing."<br><br></div><div>blown open in shock, his eyes could only stare straight back at you who patiently smiled at him. "you are no tool, nor are you human, but you deserve to love, and feel loved. i would be honored if we could discard the idea of ceasing relations," you paused to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear, let a green zinnia form from your hands, and placed it behind the tucked part of hair behind his ear, "for i know i wish not to cease relations with you, even if you desire to remain just as companions."<br><br></div><div>xiao swallowed thickly, raising a hand to gently brush against the thick, dewy petals of the zinnia behind his ear. his mind was screaming at him to run, and get as far away as he could before he hurt you, or you hurt him.<br><br></div><div>but his heart commanded his arms to wrap around your figure and pull you close against him, and it was his heart that hammered ferociously against his chest when he murmured a "please don't go," against your temple.<br><br></div><ul><li>there's no official label on your bond and you've never forced xiao to label it, but as time goes on he begins to like the idea of being called your lover, and you his</li><li>courting xiao has its ups and downs but everything is a learning process</li><li>initially, xiao will be very quiet and servant-like</li><li>you'll have to reassure him that just because you're an archon doesn't mean he needs to serve you: that you're his equal</li><li>drill it into his head until he's able to be totally at ease around you</li><li>the patrons at the inn often muse about the young, odd couple on the highest balcony</li><li>xiao appears to be intimidating and stoic outwardly, whereas you carry a gentle aura and a kind smile wherever you go</li><li>on days when his karmic debt is overbearing or he feels himself slipping into oblivion, all you have to do is take him into your arms and gently shush him while stroking the top of his head</li><li>when in a vulnerable state, it comforts him to see you use your vision: creating flower crowns out of qingxins and silk flowers has helped the most, and you're always around to give him guidance and praise his work</li><li>LOVES to be called alatus by you, and you alone. he cherishes the name "xiao", but can't help but let you call him "alatus" because it makes his heart sing</li><li>xiao shows his affection through actions more than words, but when he does speak it takes time for him to find the right words, especially with having to push down any formalities given your status as an archon</li><li>he'll bring crystalflies to you just to see your elated reaction and awestruck gaze as he unfurls his hands and the sparkling creatures flutter away into the night</li><li>he won't admit it aloud, but he loves when you form flowers in your hands and tuck them behind his ear</li><li>the simple action of tucking a flower behind his ear, kissing his cheek and wishing him well when you set off to liyue each morning never fails to fluster him</li></ul><div>pale, morning light began to trickle onto the balcony where he stood in solitude, watching with steady breaths as the sun rose again once more over the liyuen horizon. so lost in the view and his own swirling thoughts, he nearly jumped out of his skin upon registering the touch of your arms around his waist. you noticed his startled expression and began to retract your arms with a quiet "sorry", but not before xiao's hands caught your wrists and gently tugged them forward to rest in the position you had before.<br><br></div><div>"forgive me, for startling you." you hummed against the flesh of his cheek.<br><br></div><div>he shook his head and turned to the side to hide the faint blush that coated his cheeks. "it's fine. don't concern yourself about such troubles." he mumbled, leaving you to quietly laugh to yourself and squeeze tighter around his torso.<br><br></div><div>it was as if your touch could unbind him from the black, slithering tendrils of his karmic debt that kept him in place no matter how hard he thrashed. with each hug, each kiss, or even a kind smile and loving glance in his direction, the binds would begin to loosen and slip. even now as you held him from behind and pressed gentle, feathery kisses from his shoulder blade, to the crook of his neck, to the line of his jaw, the weight on his shoulders began to lift.<br><br></div><div>"what flower shall it be today, love?" you pulled away and let him turn himself to face you, watching as your raised hands thrummed with verdant dendro energy.<br><br></div><div>cocking an eyebrow up, xiao crossed his arms and stared at your glowing hands, "whatever you pick will be the same for me regardless, it is your choice to make."<br><br></div><div>"aw, come now. just pick one!" you raised your palms, eagerly awaiting xiao's request. defeated, he conceded with an exasperated sigh before mumbling, "a rose."<br><br></div><div>from your fingers bloomed a blood red rose, fresh and humming with vivacious life and energy. you'd manifested many flowers in his presence before, but xiao loved seeing you conjure up roses the most.<br><br></div><div>before you had an opportunity to nestle the thornless rose behind his ear like you normally did, the flower was snatched from your hand and instead placed behind <em>your</em> ear. xiao's nimble fingers gently brushed over the shell of your ear, tracing downwards from your jaw, to your chin, before finally settling to cup your face. the pad of his thumb ran against the bottom of your parted lips, absorbing each of your quiet, bated breaths.<br><br></div><div>"may i kiss you?" he mumbled, barely above a whisper. if you hadn't trained all of your focus onto him, you wouldn't have heard him at all.<br><br></div><div>you answered his question by leaning in and softly connecting your lips against his. his arm snuck around to hold your body in place against his as your mouths worked in tandem with one another. the kiss was so innocent and sweet, yet held within it an unmistakable desire and craving for each other that he couldn't help but indulge in.<br><br></div><div>"intoxicating," he panted once parting from your lips, taking a moment to brush aside the stray locks from your face, "absolutely addicting. you do not understand what you do to me."<br><br></div><div>from your hands bloomed a rose identical to the one in your hair. you gently placed it behind his ear and kissed the tip of his nose. "i believe i do understand what i do to you, but it is you who has a god weak in the knees for your love."<br><br></div><div>he'd deny the furious blush that covered his face at your comment for weeks to come, no matter how much you teased him for it.<br><br></div><ul><li>when it comes down to it, there's no denying that xiao loves you</li><li>and you love him just as much</li><li>his relations with gods and archons has been tumultuous to say the least</li><li>but you've managed to start the process of mending his wounds, even if they leave scars</li><li>you're kind of opposites, but there's no denying that xiao absolutely loves everything about you</li><li>from your caring nature to your gentle aura, you're akin to the light at the end of his tunnel and he's let himself accept that he'll stay by your side no matter what</li><li>he knows you as the god who helped saved him from oblivion so long ago and feels that he owes so much to you and morax</li><li>at the end of the day, whether you were a mortal or a god, he'd still give all of himself to you</li></ul><div><br></div><ul><li>you first meet kazuha aboard the decks of the alcor</li><li>you'd befriended beidou in liyue and came at her request for an on-board medic in case of any emergencies</li><li>though you had initially come on board as hired help, your eyes slowly began to wander to the mysterious stranger who constantly sat atop the ship's bow</li><li>you weren't the only one whose eyes were wandering: kazuha had been wary of your presence the moment you stepped foot onto the alcor</li><li>his connection to nature allows him almost inhuman insight and from your aura alone he concludes that you're much more than a simple dendro healer</li><li>but he pushes the thought to the back of his head and continues onwards</li><li>you first get a chance to speak with him when you're bandaging up a wound he received while fending off treasure hoarders from the ship</li><li>he tries to play tough, but you see right through his act and he conceded with a small laugh and asks for your name</li><li>kazuha wins you over quite easily, and it's not hard to see why</li><li>you both are gentle in nature and have a strong connection to the environment around you</li><li>that, and you have the ability to understand him at his most poetic, beidou often waves you over to decipher his words when she can't understand what the heck he's saying</li><li>but as said before, kazuha knows that you are more than you appear to be</li><li>from your almost inhuman capability to revive a person from near death, to the omnipotent power of parting fields and raising trees from nothing, it's hard to believe that you're just a regular dendro user</li><li>he understands, however, that you must have your reasons for keeping a secret and will wait for you to tell him yourself if you should ever choose to</li><li>you'd been hesitant to tell him since he revealed to you the circumstances of his joining of the crux but ultimately decide he's better off knowing what exactly he's getting himself into</li></ul><div>"the stars are most brilliant tonight, are they not?"<br><br></div><div>your legs dangled from the edge of the alcor's crows nest, eyes far too interested in the air below your feet rather than the night sky above. kazuha glanced to your side when you hadn't responded to his question, concern written on his calm features.<br><br></div><div>"there's..." you paused to stop dangling your feet through the wooden bars and turned your gaze to the man beside you, "there's something you must know about me."<br><br></div><div>the rest of the crew had departed into the quarters for the night, so you felt no trouble nor hesitance in unfurling both of your fingers to reveal your floating gnosis. kazuha's normally gentle and composed eyes were blown wide open, any more and they'd go flying right out of his head.<br><br></div><div>"i'm the dendro archon."<br><br></div><div>archons are creatures he's familiar with, <em>all too familiar with. </em>but you must be different, right? your eyes desperately searched the conflicting emotions on his face for an answer, one he knew he didn't even have right now.<br><br></div><div>"i...understand," he swallowed dryly and looked to his bandaged palm, "i just am in need of some time to...process it."<br><br></div><div>he leaves you with those words and nothing more. you were aware of what baal had done to his friend, and to her nation which had festered into the hesitance to reveal your identity to him. being an archon meant carrying the bias that you sought an ultimate goal and would stop at nothing to achieve it, even if more harm was being done than good. and while you sat in the crow's nest that night with you knees hugged to your chest as you hiccup sobs into the fabric of your clothes, you couldn't help but wish that you were born a mortal.<br><br></div><div>kazuha's mind is filled with thoughts of all kinds, but the one that stands out the most is the fact that you, his kind, gentle lover, bore the same status of the god who slayed his best friend and stole the life out of her citizens. he contemplates this while leaning his forearms against the wooden rail of the ship, uncharacteristically throwing back mug after mug of beer, and thinking about the revelation you'd given him nearly a week ago. he hadn't seen much of you, and he suspected that you had cooped yourself up in your office and busied yourself with work.<br><br></div><div>"woah there, chief! didn't take you for a boozehound like me, easy on the drinks or you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow!" beidou sauntered up beside him and clunked her own full mug of beer down on the wooden edge of the ship. "something happen?"<br><br></div><div>kazuha wanted to bite his tongue, after all captain beidou didn't need to be bothered with his internal storm. yet, he found the words slipping out without even realizing it.<br><br></div><div>"(y/n)...they've told me something about themselves recently. something crucial, and it conflicts against all i know."<br><br></div><div>much to his surprise, beidou huffed a laugh and knocked him on the shoulder with the back of her hand. "and? if it goes against all you know, then learn about it so it <em>doesn't</em> go against all you know. simple, yeah? is that all you were worried about?"<br><br></div><div>kazuha let her words swim around his mind for a bit, hazy from the alcohol and lack of sleep. "learn about it so it doesn't go against all i know, huh?" he mused and took one final swig from his mug. beidou had a point: what he knew about archons was that they were cruel, and heartless. but upon further inspection, baal was the one he had attributed as defining the characteristics of an archon. and suddenly, he felt terrible for generalizing your status down to his own biased perceptions.<br><br></div><div>"e-excuse me, captain." he slurred while pushing himself away from the banister.<br><br></div><div>"make sure you remember to give them an apology kiss!" she called out after him with a teasing lilt to her drunken voice.<br><br></div><div>his wobbly feet managed to find their way to your quarters, with the small medic sign hanging from the wooden door. knocking was out of the question, as was announcing his presence: this was too important after all.<br><br></div><div>kazuha stumbled in just as you rose from your small corner desk. before you could get a chance to even process what was happening, the ship rocked with an abnormal wave which sent him catapulting straight into you, sending both your bodies to the wooden floors.<br><br></div><div>"kazuha?! are you okay?" you pressed your hand against his forehead upon seeing the flush of his face and the gloss in his eyes, but the fan of alcohol on his breath had you retracting and staring up at him in awe.<br><br></div><div>his arms caged you in on the floor, yet he made a point not to tower over you and instead leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. he moved to pull away but your fingers found refuge in combing through his locks and brought his head down to drag out the kiss for just a moment longer. you tasted the words on his lips and let him part from your body this time.<br><br></div><div>"i realize how wrong i was, to leave you alone to stew in your thoughts like that. i apologize, how sorry i am cannot be conveyed purely by words. i had minimized you to the terrible perception i had of archons in my mind, and yet you are so different." his eyes searched your face for any semblance of understanding, and when he finally found it, he began to crack.<br><br></div><div>the gentle splatter of a single tear dropped onto your cheek from his eyes as he tried his best to hold in his regret. "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry!" but the alcohol had let his dams lose and composure thrown out of the window.<br><br></div><div>you helped yourself sit upright and took him into your arms, gently shushing his cries and stroking his back while you held back tears of your own. "it's alright, i understand that you've been hurt by one of my kin. but i promise you," you paused to pull his face away from your shoulder to look him in the eye, "i would never harm you, or anyone you love. you have my word, and my utmost protection and love."<br><br></div><div>and he believes you with all of his heart.<br><br></div><ul><li>the death of his friend and baal's transgressions are still fresh in his mind and in his heart</li><li>but kazuha begins to realize that not every archon seeks what baal does, and will not use the same means to achieve their goals</li><li>his best example is you: who cares not for power or glory but rather for a simple life as a healer aboard the alcor, and to be his lover</li><li>your relationship is absolutely adorable and full of love and gratitude</li><li>the crew members of the crux often slap kazuha on the back and send him cheeky grins when he walks around the ship with his hand entangled in yours</li><li>despite boasting no visible injuries, kazuha stops by your medical quarters at least twice a day just to see your face and press a gentle kiss to your knuckles</li><li>he loves the feeling of your fingers in his hair, and even more so when you take the time to form little flowers from the tips of your fingers and thread them through his locks</li></ul><div>how was it possible for someone to have such silky and rich hair? you'd never understand how kazuha kept his locks so tame and so healthy despite months out at sea. his strands felt heavy and lush on your fingers, like dewy blades of grass in the wee hours of the morning. combing his hair had become sort of integrated into your routine, and you loved to sit him down on the edge of your bed and help detangle his luscious locks.<br><br></div><div>your lips found their way onto the scarlet streak of hair that adorned his otherwise pearly locks and placed feather light kisses to the dawn colored area. his hair had been let down for once, ruffled only by the gentle sea breeze and the heavenly touch of your fingers.<br><br></div><div>"your hair is so lovely, kazuha. like thick silk..." you mused with a soft smile, one that grew when you felt the man in front of you further lean his back against your chest and sigh into your warm touch.<br><br></div><div>"not as lovely as you, my darling." you'd never tire of hearing his dove-like voice coo affectionate words in your direction, nor would you ever tire of staring into his pools of vermillion that seemingly never ended. he craned his neck up to gaze into your eyes, and you met his actions with a kiss to the tip of his nose.<br><br></div><div>with careful hands, veins of glowing, dendro energy began to pool from your hands and weaved through kazuha's pale, pearly locks. from your fingertips bloomed tiny, pale blue followers with ripe, lemony centers which found solace nestled in his downy locks.<br><br></div><div>you hadn't missed the fond smile that crossed his face upon reaching his hand up to come in contact with the small flowers.<br><br></div><div>"you spoil me far too much. such lovely flowers do not belong trapped in my hair." he mused with a forlorn smile as he plucked one of the sky colored flowers from his hair and twirled the verdant stem between his forefinger and thumb.<br><br></div><div>"nonsense," you gently chided and tickled his face with sparkles of dendro, "you deserve the world and i plan on giving it to you, one flower at a time."<br><br></div><div>kazuha was a gentle soul with equally gentle hands, so when you found the world spinning and the grip of your lover's hands keeping you immoveable under him as he flipped you over onto the bed, least to say your heart was in quite the tizzy.<br><br></div><div>"allow me to return the favor, my most beloved archon." with the gentle purr of his words, the flowers in his hair hummed with life and burst out in greater numbers and larger sizes in tandem to your flustered face and stuttering responses.<br><br></div><div>he'd never tire of the reactions you gave when flustered, but he truly meant that there'd be no end to his journey to give you the world.<br><br></div><ul><li>you've always been fond of the gentle breezes that flow through your cultivated flower fields or lumbering forests of trees</li><li>kazuha is similar in that regard, where you bloom he nourishes</li><li>the two of you work in sync and you truly feel like yourself around him instead of your title</li><li>it takes a little while for kazuha to come around about his apprehensions about the archons, but he trusts you with all his heart</li><li>if there ever is a problem, he's sure to come straight to you and discuss it in a calm manner</li><li>should you one day choose to leave the crux, kazuha will be right behind you despite his close attachment to the crux and beidou</li><li>but he knows that he is happiest by your side and wishes for nothing but a peaceful life for the both of you</li></ul><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>GI characters reactions to shifting (attempting) to your universe:</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ul><li>At first didn’t believe shifting existed then he accidentally shifted and now he’s determined to make it happen again. Unfortunately for him, it only happens when he doesn’t mean to shift or completely at random and it infuriates him to no end.</li></ul><div>༻Kaedehara Kazuha༺<br><br></div><ul><li>He is one of the lucky motherfuckers that has an easy time shifting and has nothing planned out though. His main goal was to find you and let his heart guide him after, all he wanted to do was find you and live happily ever after. Everyone is jealous of him.</li></ul><div>༻Xiao༺<br><br></div><div><br></div><ul><li>He flat out denies that he wants to shift and calls it bullshit. He absolutely has scripted everything in order to meet you and the first thing he wrote down was that he wouldn’t bring back pain from his DR. He genuinely believes that when he meets you all of his sufferings will be worth it and he has dreamed about when he first meets you. Would he ever admit it? Never.</li></ul><div>༻Tartaglia༺<br><br></div><div><br></div><ul><li>He tries every night and looks up all the methods that he thinks would work for him, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. It’s really a 50/50 chance of getting to his DR and that infuriates him till no tomorrow.</li></ul><div>༻Arataki Itto༺<br><br></div><div><br></div><ul><li>He is clueless about shifting until someone tells him what it is and he’s like “Oh! You mean those! Yeah! They’re so fun and I met this person who is amazing!” I hope I can meet them in my dreams again- what? What do you mean it’s called a desired reality?” It takes a whole hour of explaining for him to realize what he’s doing and he’s ecstatic to realize that you are technically real.</li></ul><div>༻Gorou ༺<br><br></div><div><br></div><ul><li>He hears about it from friends and tries it out to see what the hype is about, once he feels just a bit he’s hooked. Instantly writing down his script and daydreaming about what he’s gonna do but it all goes out the window when he’s shifting one day and strolls past you. Instantly trying to talk to you and when he gets back to his reality Gorou is hyperfocused on getting to know you more. All his friends can tell and they think it’s adorable.</li></ul><div>༻Kaeya Alberich༺<br><br></div><div><br></div><ul><li>Kaeya is the person who brags about his adventures in his DR and how he’s the best person there but in reality, he’s either not even close to shifting or he’s genuinely the softest person in his DR and it’s a comfort place for him. He is an escapist to the bitter end and will do anything in his power to keep his DR peaceful even if he doesn’t act like it.</li></ul><div>༻Albedo༺<br><br></div><div><br></div><ul><li>The alchemist originally shifts to see if it’s actually true and when he does he stays there to see how it’s different from his world but very quickly gets distracted when he meets you. It takes a couple weeks for him to realize that he’s fallen for you but when he does Albedo takes a couple days from shifting to come to terms with what’s happened. Only people who know Albedo closely can tell that something is different with the homunculus and he’s actually a bit happier when night comes around.</li></ul><div>༻Yae Miko༺<br><br></div><div><br></div><ul><li>She knew about it from the beginning and has been to several realities, Yae Miko is the person who you go to for advice and is known as the shifting master. She has so many different methods to use or advice to give out to anyone and has so many DRs but only has one special one that truly matters to her and that is yours.</li></ul><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>When they walk-in on you changing your clothes</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>ALBEDO</strong> would be fascinated, I tell you. He’s an alchemist and an artist of course he’s the type to get curious and also allured at the sight of beauty in front of him. You’d probably even catch him staring because he opts to stand there at the doorway, mesmerized. And when you scold him for a bit, he’d just smile and say “I apologize, although you’re so beautiful I can’t help but admire a lovely sight.” the sly lil-<br><br></div><div><strong>CHILDE</strong> is shameless. He’d literally let his eyes roam around before making his presence known, knocking on the door while placing a hand over his eyes, pretending like he didn’t see anything right after coming into the room. “<em>Childe?</em>” “Hey you shouldn’t have your doors unlocked when you’re changing clothes. Who knows who will suddenly come and enter? Good thing it’s just me.”<br><br></div><div><strong>DILUC</strong> is the respectable man who immediately turns his back but his face is probably the same shade of his hair. If you caught up with the situation and tease him with a “<em>Oh Diluc I didn’t know you’re here</em>,” he’d probably freeze up because damn you just caught him. Even if he didn’t actually see anything he feels really guilty uhm why is he even embarrassed he probably saw everything already<br><br></div><div><strong>KAEYA</strong> has no shame part 2. Even has the audacity to say “Oh? Right here, right now, babe?” but when you scold him, he’d laugh it off with “Just kidding, just kidding.” before casually walking out, leaving you flustered and embarrassed. He’d probably tease the situation to you for the rest of the day—if he’s feeling it, maybe even for a week.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAZUHA</strong> is the first one who looks away but can still see you in his peripheral vision. Although, he does squeak a tiny “Oomph-sorry” that alerts you of his arrival. “<em>Kazuha? Do you need something?</em>” “Ah, it’s nothing—not that important. I just wanted to… visit you but—I can just come back if you want.” Probably the most flustered out of everyone else except xiao. Even if he tries to compose himself or he may not seem that flustered, his heart is beating so loud that he may just burst out the door without waiting for your response.<br><br></div><div><strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong> stops in his tracks and—wait, the right word is “freezes” on the spot. That’s only for awhile, maybe a few seconds. You wouldn’t even realize that he was there until he grunted and you could hear his footsteps closing in. As you try to cover yourself in surprise, he’d lean into your ear from behind you and he’d make sure that you’d tingle when his breath touches your skin. When he sees your hair stand, he’d smirk and whisper, “What are you thinking, undressing yourself without making sure you secured the place? Are you perhaps waiting for anyone to enter? Or… are you waiting for me?” don’t feel entitled bruh<br><br></div><div><strong>VENTI</strong> is probably the loudest one. He loudly gasps but he won’t turn around no no no. He’s gonna skip to you and he’s giddier than usual. “Where are you going, Y/n? Can I come, can I come? Hey, hey, I want to come with you!” he’s going to be super clingy the whole day. It's insane.<br><br></div><div>You wouldn’t even realize <strong>XIAO</strong> stepped in the room lmao. You’d just notice that he was avoiding you the whole day and if you tried to talk to him his eyes would literally look anywhere other than you. You’d have to ask him what’s wrong before he does tell it to you. Well, you’re lucky if he’s honest but he might not even say it to you until you find out about it next week or even next month.<br><br></div><div><strong>ZHONGLI</strong> looks away and clears his throat. But then he’d realize that maybe he should turn around so he does. “Forgive me, I didn’t know you were changing your clothes. I’d come back later if you want to.” but of course if you refuse he’ll stay:)<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>genshin men watching a horror movie except I&#39;m right</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>albedo</div><ul><li>This man is the horror movie in itself.</li><li>He just stares at the screen without blinking and whenever you jump during a jumpscare, he just stares at you, nods, and then returns to staring at the movie. It's unnerving.</li><li>When you wake up the next day, you start screaming because he's looming over you like a zombie.</li></ul><div>childe</div><ul><li>"Ha. Compared to what I've seen, this is nothing!"</li><li>lies. All of them.</li><li>He's sweating BUCKETS not even ten minutes in.</li><li>A good 32 minutes in is when he starts screaming. He throws the popcorn bowl and just shrinks into your side. After the movie, he has the audacity to say-</li><li>"I hope that wasn't too scary for you."</li><li>Then you strangle him.</li></ul><div>diluc</div><ul><li>Like Albedo, he'll just watch quietly. But thankfully, he takes the time to just squint every once in a while.</li><li>When you ask him whether he's scared, he just says "Nothing scares me except family and commitment."</li><li>It's quiet after that.</li><li>He adds "And Kaeya" before the movie ends</li></ul><div>kaeya</div><ul><li>Will make suggestive jokes during the entire movie. A monster? "Damn, mama you have time for one more body?" A murder scene? "God I wish that was me."</li><li>He does not shut up</li></ul><div>zhongli</div><ul><li>He constantly goes to the bathroom to take a shit and misses 80% of the movie</li></ul><div>kazuha</div><ul><li>He somehow falls asleep through it and misses 80% of the movie</li></ul><div>itto</div><ul><li>Halfway through the movie, he disappears and tries to scare you dressed in a monster costume.</li><li>Then he proceeds to start crying when you tell him to sleep by himself tonight</li></ul><div>xiao</div><ul><li>Stabs the TV thinking it's dangerous</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>── URE MY FAVOURITE.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>itto</strong> thinks you’re one of a kind — you’re his precious, after all! he treats you like a gemstone; for in his eyes, you are royalty. he brings you along to gang meetings and if any of his goons dare look or breathe at you wrong, you can certainly expect itto to already be at their throats. your one and oni boyfriend always makes sure to remind you that he just loves you that much ;)<br><br></div><div><strong>childe</strong> is deeply in love with you, what can he say? he loves your company, the way you smile, the way you look at him before you sleep – he's in love with every ounce of your being. he goes to sleep holding your hands and wakes up with your bodies intertwined. he loves physical affection, so give your man lots of it to reciprocate the love. love him the way he loves you and you've found one for life.<br><br></div><div><strong>zhongli</strong> loves the way you appreciate him. you listen intently, your enthusiasm showing, reminding him that every word he utters is important and holds truth. he feels a strange and unfamiliar sense of safety around you; but with the strangeness of it all comes a feeling of comfort. this archon has seen one too many things in his lifetime, and how nice it feels to have someone take care of him in turn.<br><br></div><div><strong>xiao</strong> soaks up the love like a thirsty dog, wanting more and more but restraining himself lest he loses it all at once. he doesn't understand – there are many fish in the sea, many stars in the sky, and many blades among patches of grass. why him? but yet, he loves the way it makes him feel – special. chosen. he loves every bit of it, and he loves you in turn. you're a person he truly loves; consider yourself special.<br><br></div><div><strong>albedo</strong> is confused. he's a homunculus – by right, he should experience no feelings that a human should feel. so why does his artificial heart burn when he sees you? why does it ache? surely there is no fondness for a mortal like you – he denies it all. he loves you with every bit of his artificial being. perhaps this mistake by rhinedottr was not a mistake at all.<br><br></div><div><strong>kaeya</strong> thinks that perhaps he was fated to be on teyvat to meet you. surely the stars must have planned for it, right? the two of you are a match in heaven – your souls fit together as if it were made to be together. he loves you so much words cannot show the amount of his love, so kaeya shows it in all his little ways instead. he always kisses your hand as the two of you walk the streets of mondstadt.<br><br></div><div><strong>diluc</strong> thinks that you're his saving grace. a man burdened and hardened with the losses of his past; softened after meeting you. people have seen the return of his smile; a sign that you were the catalyst to some sort of closure and or moving on in his life. you were good for him, he knew that. you made me smile more, appreciate more, laugh more, love more – all the little things that had been gone along with his father.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>pets!</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>zhongli </strong>has a parakeet. he has a little perch for it in his office and sometimes it flies over to sit on his shoulder or the corner of his desk. it’s a very sweet bird but it likes to repeat things, so don’t curse around it or zhongli might get mad.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>albedo </strong>has a maine coone cat (thanks peeper). he’s big and fluffy and from the streets so albedo jokes that he used to be in a street gang but he saved it and gave it another chance at life. he can eat three dinners and sometimes he does when albedo forgets it he already fed him or not.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>beidou </strong>also has a bird -- but a parrot! everyone calls him birdou but his actual name is short tom. beidou taught him how to steal rare gemstones from unsuspecting patrons and sometimes she gives him a shot of alcohol. <em>he’s been okay so far<br></em><br></div><div><strong>keqing </strong>fosters cats. she wants one of her own but she doesn’t think she can make the commitment, so she fosters them instead so they can go to longlasting homes. she falls in love with every single cat and cries when it’s time to give them up for adoption&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>diluc </strong>has a german shepard that’s morbidly obese. he doesn’t know how she got to that state but she’s huge and dopey. she usually just lays in the fields, between the grape vines, and barks until diluc comes over to rub her belly<br><br></div><div><strong>childe </strong>has two samoyeds that are nearly as tall as him. they shed like crazy and his partner goes insane because there’s always hair on everything. childe trains them to pull a sled and sometimes they just take off and he has to chase after them<br><br></div><div><strong>thoma</strong> has a chow chow that he rescued when she was a puppy. he didn’t know what kind of dog it was at the time and was thoroughly surprised when this little puppy turned into a giant ball of fluff. she’s the sweetest thing in the world though<br><br></div><div><strong>amber </strong>has a bunny! it’s light brown and roams her house like a cat or dog would. she dresses it up for holidays and has long, philosophical conversations with it.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>kaeya </strong>rescued a black cat with one eye. he thought it was super ironic and knew he needed to have this cat from the shelter. low and behold, they’re best friends<br><br></div><div><strong>ningguang </strong>has one of those fugly chihuahuas that she brings everywhere in a purse. it’s the nastiest thing in the world and bites and growls and everything but ningguang thinks it’s an angel in disguise (barfs)<br><br></div><div><strong>chongyun </strong>has a hamster. he carries it around in a hamster ball and talks to it like it’s a person. he tells this hamster all of his hopes and dreams&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>baths with genshin characters</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>xiao<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>you bathe together, but it is mostly you bathing <em>him</em></li><li>xiao does not know how to treat himself gently, to be forgiving and kind with his emotional scars and lingering effects of trauma</li><li>you initiate this like you initiate most of your interactions with him; you pull him in gently, guiding him towards the bath, and he looks at you in question, but he trusts you, so he follows your lead</li><li>he’s a little embarrassed, borderline shy, but he doesn’t resist when you wet down his hair, running creamy soap through it</li><li>when you touch his shoulders and tenderly wash his skin, it’s... it’s vulnerable, it’s <em>special, </em>and it is overwhelmingly <em>pure</em></li><li>he has never been loved like this. not even by himself</li><li>but there you are, taking your time, caring for him, not judging him even when he was at his most fragile</li><li>he’s trembling by the end of it, breath leaving him in shaky, shallow exhales</li><li>he can’t tell you what it means to him aloud, because he can’t find the words, and what ones he could piece together don’t quite emulate what he <em>feels</em></li><li>but what he can do, and what he <em>does, </em>instead, is he turns around in the tub slowly, hands lingering on your sides, resting his mouth against your forehead</li><li>and then, before you know it, he’s reciprocating <em>everything </em>you gave him, right back at you</li><li>his touch is gentle; as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear</li><li>you probably linger in the water after, enjoying each other’s company in relative silence, simply being a comfort to one another</li><li>and when it grows cold, he helps you out of the bath, pressing an inaudible thank you into the exposed spaces of your skin</li></ul><div><strong>albedo<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>he’s the type of person that would bathe <em>you </em>as a form of comfort</li><li>you’ve had a rough day, you’re tired, your eyes are puffy from crying, you haven’t been in the best mental space, the whole deal—and he presses his lips to your eyelids and says, <em>“come on, let me take care of you.”</em></li><li>and he means it. he takes <em>care </em>of you.</li><li>he draws you a warm bath, but he also brings you some tea. he gently helps you undress, lightly batting your fingers away when you try to help—and if you keep insisting, he shakes his head and murmurs, <em>“more efficient this way. and you need to be loved for a while.”</em></li><li>it’s almost heartbreakingly sweet: he asks you if the temperature is okay, alters it to your liking, and then he helps you into the bath, stroking back your hair against your head, damping it down</li><li>to put this more into perspective: when we’re in our adolescence, generally, we’re always taken care of by someone. that person always takes their time with us, giving us patience, accepting us even at our lowest. because we mean something to them. but at some point, we grow older, and people no longer give us that same, unconditional love, nor do they give us that patience, that kindness, that acceptance, and that <em>care</em></li><li>but albedo <em>does, </em>he will give you all of those things and it’s <em>overwhelming </em>because when was the last time someone <em>loved </em>you like that? if ever?</li><li>and it makes his way of viewing this, his way of saying <em>‘you need to be loved for a while,’</em> hit a little differently</li><li>because he’s loving you. he’s showing you love because you <em>need </em>it and you <em>deserve </em>it, and it’s incomparable to any love you could fully give to yourself—not because your self-love is inferior, but because someone else is seeing worth in you, just like you see worth in yourself</li><li>so, he’s taking care of you the entire way through.</li><li>you have your tea, you sit in the bath, and he does most of the work. his touch is attentive and lingering, radiating nothing but comfort and assurance.</li><li>the entire time, he’s talking to you softly, maybe saying certain things to try and get you to smile or laugh, even though his humor is pretty dry. sometimes tells you compliments, things he loves about you. it’s easy for him to ramble, but it’s also easy for him to listen. (you can tell him about what troubles you. you can tell him about old memories. you can tell him about random trivia you learned. you can just tell him how you feel, or what you’re thinking, or what you want to do. whatever it is, he’ll listen, remember, and ask questions.)</li><li>not the type of person to really bathe <em>with </em>you; he might <em>shower </em>with you, but that carries a decently-sized risk of getting heated</li><li>dries you off personally, but it is a slow, sensual act, where he is taking his time, treasuring you, leaving fleeting kisses on your skin whenever he can</li></ul><div><strong>kazuha<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>loves, loves,<em> loves</em> bathing with you; he probably asks you to join him</li><li>it’s vulnerable enough where he might blush, but there is no shyness to the way he leads you in</li><li>there is also no shyness to his touch</li><li>it is very much body worship in nature—he caresses the shape of you, memorizing each nook and cranny, whispering poetic comparisons into your damp shoulder as he helps you scrub clean.<em> </em>he might compare any freckles or sunspots to starlight and constellations, scars and stretchmarks to lightning and thunderstorms, or your softness to clouds and flower petals.</li><li>he says these things airily, as if he is winded by the sight of you alone, and given how sincere he is, it is most certainly true</li><li>it is easy for this sensual act to turn into a more intimate territory (if that was within your comfort zone), so there is always that, as well</li><li>it’s just too tempting for him to get lost in you, enraptured by your intricacies; he just wants to know them all</li><li>loves physical affection, so he’s very touchy/handsy the entire time; he leaves kisses behind your ear whenever he pushes your hair back, he mouths along your shoulder or your throat, and his hands tend to wander as he works</li><li>but as much as he loves giving, ever inclined to be a service to you, he also <em>adores </em>recieving</li><li>he melts when you run your hands through his hair, or lather his skin with soap; he is leaning into your touch like an eager cat, eyes fluttering closed, sighing deeply and openly with pure <em>relief</em></li><li>ticklish on his scars; he’ll giggle under his breath each time you ghost your hands over the raised skin</li><li>likes to cuddle a bit in the bath afterwards, clinging onto your body in the warm water until it’s just about to become cold</li><li>by the time you two come out, you’re both pretty pruny, and he will kiss your wet-wrinkled fingers with adoring eyes and a soft laugh</li></ul><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>∿  SOMEONE TO HOLD</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>𖥻 ALBEDO<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>it’s been six months since you left mondstadt, and albedo doesn’t let himself stop and think</li><li>he buries himself further in his work, ironically enough. because every time he pauses, every time he lets his mind drift to you, he feels something twist in his chest</li><li>and he thinks he’s doing fine. when he’s working, he’s <em>okay</em></li><li>still, he sometimes finds himself looking over his shoulder to find you — expecting you to be sitting next in the stool that he had always reserved for you. only to remember that you’re no longer there</li><li>still, he keeps the stool there. a reminder, and a hope</li><li>he sometimes finds the small trinkets you’ve left behind for him — the bracelets you’ve made</li><li>he finds little sticky notes that you used to stick around his lab with little reminders of <em>make sure to eat :) </em>and <em>love you&nbsp;</em></li><li>and every time, his heart constricts</li><li>but the worst is when he stops and rests, and he’s alone in his bed, wondering how he thought this would last forever</li><li>when you used to talk about going to liyue, you used to say that you and him would keep in contact through letters. but his mailbox remains empty</li><li>and it’s deserved — he <em>knows </em>it’s deserved, but it doesn’t stop the feeling of despair that clutches his chest</li><li>and sometimes, after a long day of work, he wants nothing more than to collapse in your arms as you hum and brush his hair out of his face for him. he wants nothing more than to just lean on you as you read, and fall asleep</li><li>but the lights to the house are always off. and it’s always empty</li><li>emotion is something that albedo doesn’t express often — but sometimes when he’s left alone and he’s too tired to work anymore, he leans his back against the door and puts his head in his hands and <em>cries</em></li><li>he hears of your return from sucrose — its said that you were at the tavern, saying your hellos to everyone again</li><li>he abandons his experiment in an instant</li></ul><div>&nbsp;(<em>more under cut</em>)<br><br></div><div>you’re sitting in the tavern, casually talking to diluc who’s manning the bar tonight. your back is turned to him, as you sip your drink.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;albedo swears his heart stops as he stares at you.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;at that moment, you turn to find him. whatever you were about to say, dies on your lips as you take albedo in.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;albedo wonders what you see — if you see him the same as the rest as mondstadt does. the emotionless alchemist, with not a speck of dirt on him.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;or maybe you see the way his clothing is wrinkled at the corners from the way he’s tugged at it. maybe you see how his braid is not quite the same, or the way his fingers shake in his gloves. and you <em>must </em>because something in your expression softens.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“<em>y/n</em>.” your name slips from his lips like a plea.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;almost in a trance, he walks up next to you. he stands, too scared to sit. there’s a boundary in a breakup, and he doesn’t want to cross it.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;even if he wants to. even if he wants to love you again. even if he wants you to know how much he loves you.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“albedo,” you say, with a slight nod. and there’s something fake in your smile, something that makes his heart shatter.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;so, slowly, he starts taking off all the jewelry you’ve made him. from the leather bound promise ring, to the beaded necklace he’s worn. the bracelet from your anniversary. the hair ties you’ve left for him. the pendant with your initials on it.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;he places them all on the table, swallowing the feeling in his throat.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“i believe these are your’s,” he says, swallowing the emotion that rises in his throat.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;you sit there, in shock. and he thinks he sees a tear but you blink it away.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;<em>have you hurt like he has?<br></em><br></div><div>&nbsp;(<em>have you hurt because of him?</em>)<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“albedo,” you whisper. and he can’t help but tense when you say his name.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;he swallows. “i’m sorry.” he shakes his head. “sorry can’t even begin to cover it. what i did — it wasn’t right. i don’t know if you knew, and i’m sorry if i never showed it, and you must have wondered if i loved you. i do.”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;<em>i do. </em>present. and you notice it too. you’ve always noticed.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;and before he can even react, you’re taking him into your arms. and he doesn’t even realize he’s crying until you pull away only to wipe the tears from his eyes.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“<em>i’m so so sorry,</em>” he whispers. “this isn’t right – you’ve moved on, but i–”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“i love you too,” you blurt out, cutting him off. “i just – i just didn’t know if it was returned. but i love you too.”<br><br></div><ul><li>and albedo can’t promise <em>all </em>his free time, but he does his best</li><li>he always invites you to sit on the stool next to him as he works, sometimes even explaining the experiment to you</li><li>he never fails to give you a <em>good morning </em>or <em>good night </em>kiss before either of you part ways for awhile</li><li>and he never forgets to lace his fingers through your’s every time he’s been away for awhile – a silent <em>i love you </em>and <em>thank you</em></li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>𖥻 DILUC<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>it’s been awhile since diluc has rolled over and held you in his arms</li><li>but he’s still used to it – seeing you next to him in the bed</li><li>he still would smile as he admired your sleeping face even if he couldn’t stay</li><li>he’d always debate if he could press a kiss to your cheek before shaking his head and thinking <em>it’s not what you want</em></li><li>it’s worse now – now the other side of the bed is empty</li><li>the feeling of uncontrollable dread rises in his chest – but he pushes it down</li><li>he doesn’t have time to worry. there’s only work</li><li>and he manages to hold it together – he buries himself so deep into concentration that he manages to keep his mind off of it</li><li><em>you’ll be home when he is</em></li><li>but when he returns home the following night, the lights are off and half of your stuff is gone</li><li>and it’s then he feels like his chest is caving in – it’s then that he sits at the edge of the bed his head in his hands, wondering <em>how he could let you go</em></li><li>he sits in silence, breathing getting heavier as he buries his head in his hands</li><li>but he pulls it together by the next morning – and he’s <em>fine </em>when he’s working. he can bury your memory under his work</li><li>but when it’s four am and he’s alone in bed, he can’t help but curl into a ball and miss the feeling of you</li><li>since you left in such a hurry, you left many things behind – and he has a box of your things in the corner, that he can’t bring himself to throw out</li><li>he wants to tell you that he has them but he can’t bring himself to face you</li><li>he’s known it’s been coming – the breakup. he knows that the relationship you had was unsustainable</li><li>but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt – it doesn’t mean that he can’t pinpoint the exact moment he felt his heart shatter</li><li>he didn’t know you were in <em>that much pain </em>– and it makes him hate everything about himself</li><li>he still sees you around – mondstadt isn’t big, and sometimes your eyes meet but he’s always the first to break it apart</li><li>he convinces himself that it’s better this way. <em>it has to be</em>.</li><li>ironically, he only works more – it’s the same thing that made him lose you, but here he is, working twofold</li><li>and he’s <em>exhausted. </em>there’s no one to help him – no one to eat late night dinners with, no one who pulls him into bed when he’s near collapsing</li><li>his house is a memory of you – so he never stays there long.&nbsp;</li><li>and as fate would have it – that’s why you two meet again</li></ul><div>&nbsp;it’s past three in the morning when he’s out on his darknight hero duties – you used to draw a line at two in the morning, one that he often overstepped, but now, there’s no one to stop him.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;he doesn’t remember the last time he turned on the lights in the winery. he never stays there long enough.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;he’s walking on the tops of the roofs, careful to be light on his feet. the street light flickers.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;<em>clang.<br></em><br></div><div>&nbsp;diluc jumps at the sound of a clatter – cautiously, he makes his way toward the sound.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;<em>fuck.<br></em><br></div><div>&nbsp;there’s someone surrounded by two treasure hoarders – they have a dagger out, but it’s nothing that will fend against them.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;diluc doesn’t think as he drops down from the roof, making quick work of the treasure hoarders.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;after he’s done, he turns to the person, a question of <em>are you okay, </em>on his lips, only to freeze.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;<em>you.<br></em><br></div><div>&nbsp;you’re standing there, eyes wide, dagger still clutched in your hand. and it’s <em>his </em>dagger – the same one he gave you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“diluc,” you whisper. “<em>diluc</em>.”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;he can hear it – in the slur of your words. you’re drunk – or, at least, you’ve been drinking. because you stumble right after the words, and almost crash to the floor, but he catches you.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;his heart rises in his throat. he wants to swallow it down – the feeling that threatens to consume him. the longing that comes from being this close to you.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;but he can’t. <em>it’s better for you</em>.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“y/n,” he murmurs. “come on. let’s get you home.”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;but you only stumble, leaning closer into him.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;<em>fuck</em>.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“<em>diluc</em>,” you murmur, again. like a broken record on repeat. “diluc.”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;he tenses, but he slings your arm over his shoulder.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“i missed you.” he freezes at that. “<em>so fucking much</em>. but you look fine. you’re always fine.”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“you’re drunk,” he says, as he continues to walk, half dragging you with him. “don’t say something you’ll regret.”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;you don’t listen. “why were you never there?”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;he tenses again.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“why did you always leave? why did you never tell me?” you ask. “why did you always have to go?”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“now isn’t the time.”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“if you don’t tell me,” you slur, “i’ll just be left wondering forever. and i’ll hate everything about myself. i thought you loved me. i did.”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;his heart constricts in his throat. “i do?”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“then why were you never there?”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;silence.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;and then–<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“we’ll talk about it tomorrow morning.”<br><br></div><ul><li>&nbsp;he brings you back to what used to be both of your - now just his - house, because he doesn’t know where you stay anymore</li><li>and as he tucks you in, he can’t help but feel his throat get tighter</li><li>and at that night, he buys two tickets for liyue harbor. the vacation you’ve always wanted</li></ul><div>&nbsp;he’s teetering on the edge of nervousness, as he makes breakfast for you. you haven’t woken up yet, and he can’t help but feel anxious.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;he jumps when he hears the bedroom door open, nearly flipping his pan. he tries to contain his nerves as you step out, but it evidently isn’t working.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“diluc,” you say. you look just as embarrassed, and just as nervous as him. “uh, sorry for last night. i’ll uh – i’ll go.”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;he quickly shakes his head. “no–wait. at least have breakfast. i made waffles for you. your favorite.”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;despite it all, the sight of your slight smile still makes his heart skip a beat.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“thanks,” you say, but there’s still the hint of awkwardness that lingers.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;you both eat in silence – he wants to ask how you’ve been, what you’re doing now. but there’s a barrier between you that he doesn’t know if he can pass – he doesn’t <em>know </em>what’s considered “okay.” there’s a line that he’s too terrified to treat.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;you break the silence.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“so,” you say. “what now?”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;<em>there. there it is.<br></em><br></div><div>&nbsp;the question he’s been waiting for. the question he still doesn’t know the answer for.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“i’m so sorry,” he blurts out. “for everything. for never telling you when i had to go somewhere – for always canceling. i did–i <em>do </em>care.”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;you sit there, blinking. “di–”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;he clears his throat. “i, uh– i got you tickets. to liyue. i got two. but you don’t have to go with me. it’s just there if you want to take someone else along. i don’t expect anything.”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;silently, you stand from your seat. and in two long steps, you cross the table and embrace him.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;he freezes, before hugging you back. it’s only then does his shoulders start shaking and he realizes he’s crying.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“i want to try again,” you whisper. “but only if you want to, too.”<br><br></div><ul><li>&nbsp;from then on, diluc makes an effort to make time for you – he hires another helper so he won’t be doing paperwork all day.&nbsp;</li><li>he’s always home for dinner, no matter what. and he makes it habit to book a trip with you ever anniversary</li><li>and although he may see like he’s over it, sometimes at night, you can feel him pull you closer saying <em>i love you </em>while also saying <em>thank you </em>and a <em>i’m sorry.</em></li></ul><div><strong>𖥻 KAEYA<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>he’s handling it fine.</li><li><em>that’s a lie. and he knows it. but he’ll pretend that he believes it</em></li><li>i’m fine, he says to the bartender as he downs another drink, with his signature smirk</li><li>you used to sit next to him – you used to pour his drink, and click your glasses, before downing it</li><li>and when he was drunk with you, you were drunk together. things didn’t seem so muddled then</li><li>kaeya’s a skilled liar, a skilled pretender – and he manages to hold it together until he gets home</li><li>and your stuff is <em>gone</em></li><li>and he realizes that was the final straw</li><li>the only thing that remains on your side of the room is a picture of you and him together</li><li>he scream cries in the shower the same day, his head still muddled, wondering <em>where it went wrong</em></li><li>he wakes up to an empty bedside. he’s always woken up before you, and something in him aches when he can’t brush a stray hair from your forehead</li><li>weeks pass. no contact.</li><li>it’s said that you left mondstadt completely – not a trace of you left behind</li><li>he wants to beg. he wants to beg for you to come back</li><li><em>i’ll apologize this time. i promise. i swear.</em></li><li>he finds the same scarf that he gave you in his closet. <em>you swore you’d always keep it, </em>and it’s still hanging on his rack. taunting him</li><li>he wants to explain - he wants to be intimate</li><li>he wishes that he were good at being genuine - he wishes that being intimate didn’t immediately make him want to retract, didn’t immediately make him wonder how long it’ll last before it breaks</li><li><em>not long is apparently the answer</em></li><li>months pass, and he pretends that he’s over you. months pass, and he swears that going home to the lights off is fine</li><li>when you return to mondstadt, it takes everything in him to not walk up to you and throw his arms around you</li><li>it takes all his self restraint to not walk up to you</li><li>but you don’t look at him. once.&nbsp;</li><li>he gets the message. loud and clear</li><li>so he does what he always does – he avoids you</li><li>but when your birthday comes around, he can’t pretend he doesn’t remember; so he leaves you a gift on your doorstep that remains unsigned</li><li>a year passes until it’s your anniversary again</li><li>and he throws himself into more work than he ever has, to avoid any feeling of <em>you</em></li><li>ironically, that is the day you two (really) meet again</li></ul><div>&nbsp;“jean told me that you haven’t eaten or slept.”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;kaeya jerks up in his sheet.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;<em>you</em>.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;it’s your voice – and when he looks up it’s <em>you. </em>and he swears it must be a hallucination because there’s no way you’re here – there’s no way you’re standing in front of him again.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“y/n,” he whispers.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;you shift uncomfortably on your feet.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“listen, i didn’t want to do this, but jean said she couldn’t convince you to take care of yourself,” you say. but he can tell it’s a lie. he has all this knowledge of you, and only now does he need it. he sees it in the way your eyes dart to the floor.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;he stands from his seat, before taking&nbsp; step toward you like a moth drawn to the flame.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;he wonders if you see how terrible he looks – he wonders if you can still see through him like he sees through you.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“can i–” he swallows the feeling in his throat. “can i touch you?”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;you freeze in shock, before nodding slowly.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;he pulls you into an embrace, feeling his eye tear up.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“i’m sorry,” he says. the words come tumbling from his lips before he can stop them. “i’m <em>so so sorry</em>.”<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;he doesn’t expect much – he knows its been a year, and he doesn’t expect for you to feel the same.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;but when you pull him back into the embrace, he swears he feels his heart skip a beat.<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“i’m sorry too,” he hears you whisper.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“i’ve missed you so much.” every word in his head, every word he’s never been able to verbalize, comes falling out of his lips.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>&nbsp;“i know. i’ve missed you too.” you pull away, only to wipe the tear falling from his one eye. “come on. let’s get you some food, and then you can get some rest. we can talk about it in the morning.”<br><br></div><ul><li>&nbsp;and when you try again, he makes an effort to give you everything he has</li><li>from gift giving, to surprising you at work, to skipping his nightly trip to angel’s share to try wine at home with you</li><li>but he never forgets to say <em>i love you</em>, because he knows his genuine words are what you need the most</li></ul><div><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>how you fell out of love pt 1</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>𖥻 KAEYA</strong></div><ul><li>things have been falling apart for awhile now. and you both know it</li><li>you try and pretend that everything is alright - you tell your friends that his and your relationship is just as happy as ever</li><li>he lies and he tells the other people at the bar that you’re <em>too busy </em>to join him</li><li>you both lie</li><li>your relationship with him used to be spontaneous: every day with him was a new adventure</li><li>he used to surprise you with breakfast in bed. you used to come in during his work hours to say hi and drop off lunch</li><li>but it’s been almost a year since you’ve woken up with him on the other side of the bed</li><li>he used to tease you and ask you to wear his signature scarf&nbsp;</li><li>and you used to steal it, and swear you’d never give it back</li><li>only now, you stare at it in your closet, before returning it to his side of the clothing rack</li><li>he used to come home every night for dinner, and then ask you, with a teasing smirk, if you’d like to accompany him to angel’s share</li><li>and now he doesn’t come home until it’s late - and you pretend to be asleep as you hear his drunken footsteps stumble to your door</li><li>you’re quick to hide your tears. he never notices</li><li>you argue a lot now – but the arguments always go unresolved. he’s too scared of intimacy to give a genuine apology, and you’re too prideful to give one either</li><li>so it always is resolved by the argument being swept under the rug</li><li>it’s gotten to the point where you’re both too tired to argue – so you purpose schedule things to do whenever he has his off days from work</li><li>and he throws himself into more work to avoid coming home to you</li><li>it’s breaking, and you both know it. you just don’t know how to fix it</li><li>and there’s one particular night – on your anniversary, where you bought tickets for you guys to go on a cruise to see a performance in liyue</li><li>he’s always told you how much he wishes he could travel</li><li>and you even went out of your way to ask jean if he could have a week off, and she says yes</li><li>you made him promise to be home by six because you had a surprise for him</li><li>but when he stumbles home at eight, when the cruise ship has already left, you can’t help but feel exhaustion bubble up in your chest, as you wonder where you went wrong</li></ul><div>&nbsp;(<em>more under cut</em>)</div><div>“you’re late.”</div><div>kaeya jumps at your voice.</div><div>“sorry, love,” he says. “i got held up at work.”</div><div><em>lie, lie, lie. </em>that’s all he does anymore.</div><div>“jean says she let you off three hours ago.” he freezes at that, and you can see his mind working to come up with another excuse.&nbsp;</div><div>“i–”</div><div>“<em>it’s our anniversary, kaeya</em>.”</div><div>he huffs. “i <em>know</em>–”</div><div>“one fucking day. i ask you to come home for one fucking day on time, instead of going to the bar. and you can’t even listen to that.”</div><div>“y/n–”</div><div>“i bought cruise tickets.” he freezes at that. “for our anniversary. i cleared it up with jean to make sure you got the time off. i packed your stuff for you. i made sure to pack your favorite food. you always told me you wanted to see a performance in liyue.”</div><div>there’s a flicker of emotion on his face – and it’s because you love him, that you know that the one flicker speaks volumes. but you’re too fed up to even <em>care</em>.</div><div>you’ve spent too many nights alone to forgive him now without an apology.</div><div>he turns. “i’m going to come back when you’re more rational.”</div><div><em>of course. </em>he always leaves before you can finish - he always shuts you down, he never fucking <em>listens.</em></div><div>and you want to yell–you want to scream at him. you want to be angry.</div><div>but the only thing that comes out –&nbsp;</div><div>“do you really think we can keep going like this?”&nbsp;</div><div>he freezes at that. his hand hovers on the doorknob. you pretend you don’t see how they shake.</div><div>the silence is deafening. you regret asking.</div><div>“just lie to me,” you whisper. your voice has lost the anger. “lie like you always do. it’s the one thing you can do.”</div><div>he doesn’t turn. but you can still read him; you know every way his shoulder bends, every way his hands shake. you know every sign – it’s an imprint you’ll never be able to brush away.&nbsp;</div><div><em>i love you. i still do, </em>you want to scream, you want to beg. you want to tell him that you’ll try again. you want to tell him that you’ll fight for it; the love.</div><div>but instead:</div><div>“no,” he says. his voice sounds stronger than you remember. “i don’t think it’ll work.”</div><div>he opens the door and he leaves.&nbsp;</div><div>you pack your things up that night.&nbsp;</div><div>you leave before he comes home.</div><div>little do you know, he was late because he was preparing a special dinner for you. but you will never know that.</div><div><br></div><div><strong>𖥻 ALBEDO</strong></div><ul><li>there’s an odd feeling of knowing that something is breaking, but being unable to fix it</li><li>what used to be a loving relationship, has dissolved into brief <em>good mornings</em> and <em>i have to work on my experiment</em></li><li>and while it used to be <em>i have to go back to dragonspine, </em>he used to pause and ask if you’d like to come with him</li><li>now, there’s no pause. there’s no add on</li><li>he used to take the time and break in between experiments to make sure to spend time with you – at least for a few days</li><li>if it’s been awhile since he’s seen you, he used to note to make you dinner, and spend the night with you</li><li>when he was working in his lab, you used to sit in one of the stools, absorbed in your own creations</li><li>you used to make him small bracelets – beaded necklaces, or some trinkets that he always wore</li><li>sometimes, if the experiment wasn’t vital, you used to sit by him and watch</li><li>and he used to look up from his experiment, just to stare at you and smile softly, knowing that he loved you</li><li>it’s not like that anymore</li><li>now, you sit in silence in his lab, eyes nearly closed, wondering where everything went wrong</li><li>now, you ask him if he wants food, only for him to snap at you in a harsh tone saying that he was busy</li><li>he stops inviting you to dragonspine, for fear of hurting you in the lab. but you think it’s because he’s fallen out of love</li><li>he gets to wrapped up in his experiments that he only occasionally comes out of dragonspine, and he almost never spends time with you</li><li>your dinners become awkward and tense.</li><li><em>something’s breaking. and you can’t tell if it’s your heart or his</em>&nbsp;</li><li>and sometimes when you lay, alone, on your cold bed, you wonder how you ever thought your relationship could last forever</li><li>it only gets worse when albedo gets so wrapped up in his activities, that he forgets the things you’ve planned completely</li><li>there have been so many dates where he’s just completely forgotten, or been unable to leave the lab</li><li>and once or twice is fine. but <em>seven?</em></li><li>you’ve been training to get into this apprenticeship program in liyue – and the day you get the letter of acceptance, you can’t help but be overjoyed</li><li>and it had been albedo who had encouraged you every step of the way.&nbsp;</li><li>and while you want to tell him, you know you shouldn’t disrupt his experiment</li><li>so you leave him a letter at his door, asking him if he could come down over the weekend during your going-away party</li><li>he reads it, but he’s unable to leave his lab. he swears he’ll make it up to you after</li><li>and while you pretend you’re having fun at the going away party, you can’t help but watch as every hour of the clock ticks by</li><li>he never shows up</li><li>and you wait longer than you should have. like every goddamn time.</li></ul><div>you make your way up to dragonspine in early morning.</div><div>you know he didn’t show up to the going away party – still, you want to say goodbye, one last time, before you left for liyue because you knew you wouldn’t be back for at least a month.</div><div>you hesitate when you see the <em>experiment in progress </em>sign, and you wait there for an hour, waiting to see if it’ll be changed.</div><div>it doesn’t. and you’re running late.</div><div><em>fuck it, </em>you think, opening the door.</div><div>“i’m busy,” he says, the moment the door opens.</div><div>your mouth snaps shut. something like anger and hurt both rise in your chest.</div><div>“i just wanted to say goodbye,” you say. <em>i can’t even do that anymore</em>.</div><div>he doesn’t even look up. “oh. y/n.”</div><div>he says your name plainly–there’s not an ounce of emotion in it. it makes you flinch.</div><div>albedo’s never been good at expressing emotion–you know that. but still, it hurts.</div><div>“do you need something?” albedo asks.</div><div><em>he doesn’t even know. </em>and there you see the crumpled note you left for him, sitting in the recycling.</div><div>you scoff. “could you even <em>pretend </em>to care?”</div><div>he looks up at that. “can we do this after? i’m in the middle of an important experiment.”</div><div>you snap your mouth shut. <em>of course.</em></div><div>you know it’s stupid – the anger you feel. you know he’s trying to keep you safe.&nbsp;</div><div>but not even a <em>congratulations</em>.&nbsp;</div><div>and it <em>hurts. </em>that he prioritizes his experiments over you.</div><div>“of course,” you say, bitterly. “i won’t interrupt.”</div><div>you leave. and deep down, you know this is a final goodbye.</div><div>little do you know that he had a surprise planned for you – little do you know that he had gone through the effort to prepare you a send off meal, thinking you wouldn’t have to leave until later.</div><div>but by the time he asks sucrose where you are, you’re already gone.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><div>&nbsp;<strong>𖥻 DILUC</strong></div><ul><li>you can’t count how many days it’s been since you and diluc have fallen out of love</li><li><em>liar. you’re still in love. you know you are</em></li></ul><div>&nbsp;</div><ul><li>but you don’t feel love anymore. you don’t even remember what it’s felt like</li><li>he used to spend mornings with you – he used to hold you in his arms, and give you a kiss to your forehead</li><li>you used to make breakfast together, chaotic or not, but still in love</li><li>you remember the days that you used to catch him staring adoringly at you while you tried to make the eggs, breaking into a grin</li><li>he used to always remember to give you a good morning kiss – no matter how late he was – and just give you a soft smile while saying “<em>just one for the road”</em></li><li>you sit at the empty kitchen counter now. diluc is long gone</li><li>he barely mutters a “good morning,” always rushing to leave, even though you know he won’t come back until you’re asleep</li><li>and you won’t ever admit it, but you wait for him. every night</li><li>you wait in your bed, sitting up at every creak, wondering if he’ll finally be home</li><li>and when he is, you pretend to be asleep</li><li>he doesn’t pull you close anymore. instead, he stays on his side of the bed</li><li>he throws himself more into work – there have been <em>so many times </em>when you’ve tried to schedule a vacation with him, but he always cancels last minute</li><li>you’ve wanted to take a trip to liyue with him for ages–but every time, he cancels because of work</li><li>so many weekend plans, down the drain</li><li>he’s forgotten about your plans so many times – and when people ask you where diluc is, you just smile and say that he got caught up in work, pretending that you’re fine</li><li>he apologizes every time. but <em>i’m sorry </em>can only go so far</li><li>you had planned a trip for your and his anniversary – the same liyue trip you were supposed to have gone on six months ago</li><li>but on the day you were supposed to leave, he leaves a note saying that he won’t be able to go again because of work</li></ul><div>you’re waiting for him when he gets home.</div><div>it’s past two in the morning - and you <em>always </em>wait. you never tell him, knowing he’ll feel guilty if he knew, but this time, is an exception.</div><div>he slides in through the window, jumping when he sees you looking back at him.</div><div>he tries to smile but it’s strained. “y/n. why are you still up?”</div><div>you stare him, blankly.</div><div>“are you kidding me?”</div><div>he freezes at your tone.</div><div>“is this about the trip?” he asks. “i’m sorry, dear, but i can’t go. i have work.”</div><div>you can see the exhaustion in him – and you know it’s selfish to argue now when he looks dead on his feet, but you also know that he’s skipped on you far too many times for you to forgive him.</div><div>“you say this <em>every time</em>,” you say. “i’ve been begging you to hire someone to help so you’re not working every hour. it’s one weekend, diluc.”</div><div>“let’s talk about it tomorrow,” diluc says.&nbsp;</div><div>you scoff. “tomorrow? when you leave even before i wake up? sure, continue avoiding me like you always do.”</div><div>he flinches. “y/n–”</div><div>“i’m <em>tired </em>of this, diluc,” you say, with an exhale. “you said you’d try. you said you’d try and make time. but last weekend when i bought you tickets to see a show that you wanted to go to, you told me you had to cancel. and the time before that, you cancelled on my birthday dinner. i don’t–i can’t do this anymore. i can’t be the only one who puts effort into this.”</div><div>and you can pinpoint the exact moment you see his heart shatter, as his eyes widen. and you <em>know </em>– you know it will haunt you for the next year.&nbsp;</div><div>but it has to be said. and whatever your relationship once was–it ended a long time ago.</div><div>he swallows the lump in his throat, reaching out. “y/n–”</div><div>you flinch, taking a step back. he freezes.</div><div>“i tried, diluc,” you say, swallowing. “i really did.”</div><div>and then you’re gone.</div>]]></description>
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         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>— 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨</div><div>Seeing you hugging your knees to your chest, sobbing, he didn't know why but his heart broke into pieces seeing you like this. Dropping his things he went towards you, bringing your body close to his.<br><br></div><div>Rubbing his thumb on your wet cheeks he brought your face close to his, "why are you crying my darling?" Seeing your lover with a worried look you explain what happened. Your so called friend ignored you, said harsh things to you, just because you were dating albedo. She was jealous of you.<br><br></div><div>Bringing your face to his chest, he had a piss off look. Like what the fuck, she was your best friend and she broke things off just because you were dating him. Wanting to go out and find this so called friend, he push those thoughts behind, you come first. Planting light kisses on your forehead he comforted you, rubbing soft circles on your back.<br><br></div><div>— 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚</div><div>You open the door, tears streaming down your eyes as you closed the door behind you. Walking towards your share bedroom you broke down, digging your face into your knees. Crying louder and louder about the events that just happened not so long ago.<br><br></div><div>Crying you didn't hear the door open, hurrying footsteps towards your curl up body. Kazuha who looked worried about you brought your body between his legs, rubbing circles on your back.<br><br></div><div>Kissing your forehead he let you take your time before telling him what happened. Your family yelling harsh words towards you, shaming you and your body, how you are unwelcome to your own family and everything about you. Kazuha looked shocked.<br><br></div><div>He thought you had a wonderful family, a caring one who loves, worries and support you. But it didn't look like it. Kazuha looked calm, too calm. Inside his blood was boiling. But he snap out of his thoughts, you are important right now. "My angel, you are beautiful. Your a wonderful caring person, and your home will always be here." he planted a sweet kiss on your lips, wiping your tears away.<br><br></div><div>— 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜</div><div>When he was about to open the door, he could hear it. Your sobs. Dropping the flowers he planned to give to you he ran to the garden he gifted you a few months ago. There he could see, your shaky body, tears rolling down your eyes and cheeks.<br><br></div><div>His heart shatters. In seconds he had his arms warped around your small figure. His thumb wiping your tears away, kissing your wet cheeks. He didn't speak, letting you take your time. An hour past with you digged into his chest, not sobbing as much anymore. Rubbing your back softly he heard you speak in a broken tone.<br><br></div><div>Explaining that your friend/sibling was killed by monsters made his heart drop. Kissing your forehead, nose, cheek, then your soft lips. Cupping your cheeks, he knows his words wont heal your wounds, but wishes he can be by your side, "my love, i'm here for you, always"<br><br></div><div>— 𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢</div><div>He just went out to buy some of your favorite snacks and cuddle with you. After all he enjoys those moments with you. But he didnt expect to come back to see the bathtub filled with blood. Your blood.<br><br></div><div>Seeing your body he dropped everything bringing your body out of the cold red water. Warping your body with a warm towel he took you to your shared room. Your eyes were barely open but you can see his shaky form. He was hugging you tightly, shaking and almost at the brank of tears.<br><br></div><div>He lets you go seeing as he needed to tend to your wounded arms. kissing your temple, he whispered a quick "ill be back" quickly bring the med it kit. Softly he started tending to your injures. You just sat there quietly, a million of thoughts rushing in your head. You didn't feel any pain nor did you notice the tears which were falling from your cheeks.<br><br></div><div>But you did feel the big arms that were wrapped around your small body. You felt your tears, felt your wounds that were still bleeding. You finally broke into more tears. Hugging your lover tightly confessing everything. About your stress, your suicidal thoughts, everything. Not saying a word he cupped your wet cheeks, feeling the tears on his fingers. He kissed your lips, and whispered to your ear.<br><br></div><div>"I'm here. ill stay here with you, (y/n). So please..don't leave me"<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Words.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>&lt;/3 Can't you get a hint? You're so annoying, insecure and a disappointment, I just want you to leave!!<br></strong><br></div><div>Xiao, Childe, Diluc.<br><br></div><div><strong>&lt;/3 Y'know what? I'm sick and tired of your constant affection. You're clingy and such a pest, just leave me the hell alone.<br></strong><br></div><div>Kaeya, Albedo, Dainsleif.<br><br></div><div><strong>&lt;/3 I'm tired. I'm tired of everything. I'm tired of me. I'm tired of this. And im tired of </strong>you<strong>.<br></strong><br></div><div>Zhongli, Kazuha, Gorou.<br><br></div><div>Xiao, Childe, Itto.<br><br></div><blockquote>"Oh.. is that how you really feel? I'm just an annoying presence? I'm a disappointment? I'm... insecure..?", you asked as you looked down, trying hard to not cry. "Yes!! With that thick skull of yours, you cant get through with anything I'm saying. Is it THAT hard for you to handle the truth?!", he shouted as more anger pumped into him. "..Alright then, I'll just get out of your way..", you said before walking away to your room. "Finally!", he yelled before you closed the door. The thing is, he didn't realise that you were going to get out of his way.. for good.</blockquote><div>Kaeya, Albedo, Dainsleif.<br><br></div><blockquote>"I'm sorry that I love you?? Honey, really I dont get-" "That's just it! You dont get it. At all. And secondly, do not call me 'Honey'.", he cuts you off. "You dont understand me. And you know what, you never will.", he says as he threw a picture of the two of you, before storming off leaving you standing with only hurt, sadness and tears as comfort. Lucky for him, you got the hint. And by the time he got home, all that was left was a broken picture frame, shattered glass and the regrets of his actions.</blockquote><div>Zhongli, Kazuha, Diluc.<br><br></div><blockquote>"If you're so tired then, why don't you leave?!", you yelled back, obviously words laced with hurt. "You know what? I will.", he said with a straight face avoiding eye contact. After a few hours as the sun set, he calmed down. He knew he was wrong and he was ready to make up for his actions and apologize to you. Ah but as much as the heart hurts over speech, once it goes away the stings of the negative feelings will always remain. And a huge reminder of his past crashed in. He lost someone he cared for and loved.. forever. again. but along with the pain and agony he has caused to the both of you he knows, it's unfixable.</blockquote>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-25 14:56:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 &#39;𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐋!</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨. an artist under the pseudonym, “kreideprinz”. he’s having trouble finding a subject for his painting to place in the cathedral. while searching for the city’s gym leader, his <strong>smeargle</strong> asks you on his behalf to help him out. apparently he has you in mind as you’re the nearest person in the room currently, and the pokémon exposes his hesitancy to ask you because he’s stunned by your appearance. of course with your permission, you allow him to paint you, and he thanks you by showing where the gym leader is.<br><br></div><div>𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨. more or less your rival. he’s the first trainer to declare a battle against you very annoyingly, one might add. he thinks he’s all that, bragging that he’ll crush the elite four and the champion in one go with his best friend, <strong>tauros</strong>. he bets he can crush you too, but his arrogance gets the best of him when you win against him, and your very first win at that. the next time the two of you battle again, he claims he won’t go easy on you.<br><br></div><div>𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞. a commander of an evil organization called the fatui, tasked to handle overseas matters with his <strong>wailord</strong>. his division is stealing pokémon from trainers to discourage them from moving on with their journey, but luckily you’re there to save the day. impressed by your heroism, he wants to hire you into his division, but of course, you outright refuse. <em>the offer still stands</em>, he says, but you turn him down every single time, which he claims that it hurts his feelings.<br><br></div><div>𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜. one of the guides under the flying-type gym leader. the other guide actually handles the logistics because he’s assigned to serve drinks to challengers per the gym leader’s request. his talonflame is his best friend, but unfortunately he can’t help due to being used for the gym challenge. he wants to battle someone instead of being behind the counter all day, so you suggest being his opponent. his plan of having you kidnap his partner from the game is working.<br><br></div><div>𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮. a trainer who frequently hikes the mountains to train with his <strong>lycanroc (dusk form)</strong>. you meet the duo when your pokémon partner leaves your side to follow the scent of curry from his camp. he’s very kind to let you stay for the night, seeing that it’s getting dark and there’s no hotel in sight. before departing in the morning, gorou warns you about the dangers you’ll face at this route and says you and your partner are welcome anytime to hang out with him and his team again. you promise him that after you win against the electric-type gym leader, you’ll celebrate with him with a feast full of his curry.<br><br></div><div>𝐡𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐨. a trainer who claims to come from a family of mediums and is fascinated with urban legends. she’s investigating the truth of those legends with her <strong>chandelure</strong>. seeing that you ended up lost in the forest that leads to the next gym, she proposes to join her investigation on the rumors of human ghosts in the area. in return, she’ll help you get out. she habitually pranks people for fun, so you have no idea whether you’re dealing with the ghosts or her.<br><br></div><div>𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚. your classmate at the pokémon academy. you feel sorry for him because he has to deal with you copying his notes every single day. that’s what you get for sleeping a lot in class. for a someone who prefers sitting at the back of the class, his <strong>sawsbuck (autumn)</strong> is an attention seeker, continuously bugging the poor guy with his antlers until he’s sent back into his poké ball. it’s why the pokémon doesn’t like you; his trainer gets to spend with someone else other than his best friend, and it’s enough to recognize their sleeping patterns so he can let them copy his notes after class.<br><br></div><div>𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚. a famous, sultry pokémon coordinator. he’s participating in the annual clash of coordinators, a celebration for winning against the city’s gym leader. he thrives off excitement, so hearing that you, the future champion, is watching, he wants to make sure you’re on the big screen. at the peak of the competition, he sends his <strong>weavile</strong> to invite you onstage and challenges you in a battle as an excuse to flirt with you in front of millions.<br><br></div><div>𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚. 1/2 of the heirs of the kamisato hotel chain. her older brother is barely at the penthouse, so she’s assigned to handle internal affairs. she’s rarely seen outside, but when she does, she’s with her <strong>glaceon</strong> at the boutiques shopping for new clothes. you happen to be at the same boutique as her, at the same side of the store. apparently the two of you have the same exact bag; when you cross by her, you accidentally switch yours with hers. luckily the issue is resolved thanks to her bodyguard, and quickly leaves. it’s a good thing you don’t know her, though you have a hunch that she’s a famous figure. but you bet that she wants that to stay that way.<br><br></div><div>𝐤𝐮𝐣𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐚. the daughter of a flying taxi pilot who was captured by the fatui along with his pokèmon. she’s also in the business with her <strong>corviknight</strong>. the pilot wants to thank you for rescuing him and his pokèmon by giving you access to the taxi through her anytime, anywhere. however, you worry about contacting her on a daily basis because you never learned how to ride your bike. she can tell what your secret is, but she suggests that she’ll teach you how to do it.<br><br></div><div>𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐧. the electric-type gym leader as well as the mayor of the city of eternity. married to her work, she’s out of touch with the modern world. her gym staff, especially her <strong>morpeko</strong>, are worried about how she doesn’t reserve time for herself, so they ask you to keep her away from the gym for the day. she’s confused, but agrees to go on a date with you. during then, you find out she likes tricolor dango and light novels. who knew that this woman who is seen as strict and emotionless on the outside is the sweetest person you’ll ever meet on the inside?<br><br></div><div>𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐢. a trainer who is sightseeing at victory road and decides to accompany you until she reaches her destination. with her and her <strong>sylveon</strong>, double battles aren’t difficult to breeze through. at the exit leading to the next route, she requests a battle to test out your strength. judging from your battles with her since the beginning, she’s one hell of a strategist. you manage to identify her weaknesses and secure a victory, but she says that she won't go easy on you at the pokémon league. <em>that’s what a member of the elite four would say.<br></em><br></div><div>𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞. a random trainer who you accidentally hit on the head while trying to catch more pokémon. shortly after, he roasts your terrible aim nonstop and exaggerates that he could’ve gotten a brain injury. you’re a relatively new trainer, so he <em>kind of</em> feels sorry for you, so he demonstrates how to throw poké balls properly. he also offers you to spar with his <strong>gengar</strong> because the pokémon ahead are much stronger and your team should be fully prepared by then, but he won’t admit that.<br><br></div><div>𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚. the director of housekeeping in the kamisato hotel as well as the bodyguard of the kamisato family with his <strong>arcanine</strong>. hearing that this hotel offers trainers to work as attendants for handsome pay, you desperately go there to make your wallet full again. you’re assigned to room service, and he’s there to teach you the basics of vacuuming the floors and fixing the beds. sometimes he goes off tangent, talking about kamisato ayato and his habit of feeding him odd dishes and begs you not to do the same thing to him, which is quite concerning.<br><br></div><div>𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨. an energetic trainer you encounter along with his <strong>meowstic (female)</strong> at the battle frontier. he heard about you from his friend who was defeated by and suggested to test out your skills there. he says he expects great things from you and that he’ll see you again when you win 20 battles in a row, perhaps invite you for dinner afterwards, albeit jokingly. you’re confused by what he said until someone tells you that he’s the frontier brain of the battle tower.<br><br></div><div>𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫 (𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫/𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞). the professor’s assistant who is tasked to complete the pokédex. the first time you meet them, you catch their attention with your new ability to use your pokémon partner for battle, and they freak out when they realize your partner is from the lab. after consulting with the professor about this incident, they become your travel buddy along with their <strong>minun</strong> (aether) or <strong>plusle</strong> (lumine) to assist you on your journey.<br><br></div><div>𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢. mondstadt’s flying-type gym leader and classical musician. on the side he plays windtrace with the citizens; the game being his gym challenge. to battle against him, you have to avoid getting caught by his <strong>altaria</strong>. as much as you want to win, he’s a notorious trickster, so you never know what tricks he has up his sleeve. when you manage to win both the game and the battle, he shows up at your hotel that night, serenading you for good luck.<br><br></div><div>𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨. a trainer who works for the rock-type gym leader. loyal to a fault, he’s determined to not let anyone pass him. he stays true to his word; his <strong>tyranitar</strong> is very difficult to defeat, but you won’t let that stop you. his partner knocks out yours in one hit, so you have to come back for a rematch. on the way to the gym, he’s ambushed by “treasure hoarders”, a group who steals gym badges for a living, and you come to his rescue. for someone who doesn’t express his emotions, he thanks you and states that the rematch isn’t necessary anymore. the rock-type gym leader has never seen him so touched by someone other than him before.<br><br></div><div>𝐲𝐚𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐨. the owner of the city’s publishing house and a friend of the electric-type gym leader. her guilty pleasure is teasing trainers that she knows their deepest, darkest secrets. those trainers end up becoming terrified of her, never to be seen in the city ever again. you agree she’s terrifying based on how both she and her <strong>delphox</strong> carry themselves. it appears you’re an exception, having the guts to charm her with your nonexistent flirting skills in hopes of her not scaring you out of the city.<br><br></div><div>𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚. the current owner of the naganohara daycare center, who was previously owned by her grandparents. she’s very popular with children and baby pokémon, entertaining them with fireworks. due to the lack of staff, you sign up to be a volunteer. one day, she and her grandparents find an egg in the playpen, and she asks for your help to hatch it together. as this is your first time caring for an egg, she gives you tips on how to handle it safely, such as wrapping it in warm pads. don’t let it come near her <strong>flareon</strong>; she can’t stress this enough. last time, he almost cooked it alive with his flames as well as almost burned the center down.<br><br></div><div>𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢. liyue’s rock-type gym leader and a historian. on the side he enjoys drinking tea and listening to storytellers recite myths and legends of gods and creatures. challenging pokémon gyms are fun, but hunger and hydration sure aren’t. upon entering his gym, he notices how deprived you are from food and water, so he orders his <strong>garchomp</strong> and staff to arrange you a meal. the food must’ve cost a fortune, but what shocks you more is his knowledge of every bit of history you can name. he rambles so much that he forgets about your gym challenge that day.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>GENSHIN CHARACTERS AS MUSIC STUDENTS</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>zhongli ; the very - experienced - in - every - way musician.<br><br></div><ul><li>"ah, wait — if you put your finger here instead, it'll be much more comfortable for your hand, plus your tone might be fuller. try it and see, and if you're still having trouble you can come back and ask me again."</li><li>if he weren't so patient and accomodating, people would call him a know - it - all. his calm, low voice definitely matches the double bass he tends to play, steady notes ringing from the back of the orchestra, supporting all the rest.</li><li>no one has any idea how he has so much technical knowledge on instruments that aren't even his own, being able to teach even the teacher when they're having difficulties.</li><li>he's played ( or at least listened to and is familiar with ) almost all the pieces picked by the ensemble, too.</li><li>always prepared for concerts as well with extra ties for his friends just in case they forget ... but they have to pay for his drive - thru food afterwards because he may be able to supply clothing items, but definitely not money.</li></ul><div>xiao ; the humble, silent bass guitarist who owns 10 instruments.<br><br></div><ul><li>"you want me to play for you? oh, well ... i guess, i'll practice first so i don't make a mistake during your performance."</li><li>he puts a lot of pressure on himself to play everything correctly, especially when as a bass guitarist he's always playing with other people — so much so that when he plays the right notes, which is practically 99 % of the time, he is always pleasantly surprised. a true case of imposter syndrome.</li><li>if you go to xiao's room, you'll see posters of famous jazz musicians lining the walls, an electric keyboard in one corner with all his music stacked on the stand, a rack with three different guitars ( an acoustic, an electric, and a bass ) next to his amp, and a bunch of other random things shoved underneath his bed.</li><li>compared to the other musicians that play in the ensemble with him ( coughs in itto and childe ), he's a lot more expressionless and stoic for the majority of the time. but if there's a song he really vibes with, you'll see him fail to contain his passion.</li></ul><div>yoimiya ; the enthusiastic first soprano musical lead.<br><br></div><ul><li>"come on! rehearsal on the weekends won't be that bad, i promise i'll bring some snacks and surprises too!"</li><li>enthusiastic is an understatement for her. she's over - enthusiastic, but that's not all negative because she's also a never - ending stream of support for her fellow musicians and performers.</li><li>her soprano one voice is bright and clear, her timbre best described by nothing less than sparkly and glittery. she's all for big, flamboyant shows and performances, melody soaring high above the rest of the music and backing vocals.</li><li>an absolute joy to be around during rehearsals, even when they start early in the morning and run late into the evening. she's always got snacks on hand, making sure to remember who likes what flavours and the allergies of all her fellow cast members ... in case she spontaneously decides to bake something, that is.</li><li>she's the role model for all the younger aspiring stars, and always receives lots of sweet notes and flowers from adoring underclassmen after every performance.</li></ul><div>itto ; the overly - passionate percussionist.<br><br></div><ul><li>"hahaha! all eyes on me during my solo, that's right!"</li><li>a hyperactive ball of energy during all practices, he can't still still and doesn't like to be wasting time for too long. if another section is working on something, why can't he leave and do something else first instead huh?</li><li>is the one who forgets to stand up and bow afterwards, and might even send some cymbals crashing and clanging because he was clumsy enough to accidentally bump into them ... and loudly. he'll bow on his own and sheepishly rub his hand on the back of his neck, chuckling to himself as he walks offstage.</li><li>his big ( massive ) ego ensures that literally no other percussionist takes the spotlight except him. to be fair, he's incredible when he gets on those drums, his usually uncoordinated self somehow managing to spin out a captivating rhythm just perfectly.</li></ul><div>childe ; the irritatingly noisy ( and nosy ) trumpeter.<br><br></div><ul><li>"what do you mean my high notes are too loud? why don't you try and play a brass instrument then?"</li><li>trumpet players ... always so loud and obnoxious right ( shh i am a trumpet player too along with many other instruments HAHA i get to slander them ).</li><li>a very expressive player, bopping his head to the beat and swinging his instrument around a little too much during the measures he doesn't play in. playing the trumpet is such an easy task for childe, he makes it look effortless even though practically everyone knows hitting those high notes is insanely hard.</li><li>and of course like a typical confident trumpet player, he wants all the solos. classical, jazz improv, whatever it is, he'll take it if it means he'll receive your praise at the end of the night.</li></ul><div>kazuha ; the songwriter who can't read music but plays by ear.<br><br></div><ul><li>"hold on — keep singing, i'll play it for you. your voices sound so lovely, by the way."</li><li>kazuha has an incredible ear when it comes to music. while the choir is waiting for mic checks, someone starts belting out "can you feel the love tonight" and he'll instantly pick up on the chords and play them perfectly. some guy will start jokingly proposing to his friend during dress rehearsal and demand "romantic love music" and he'll play some random chords that suit the mood. such talent ( and yes, this exact scenario happened last week when we were practicing for jazz night and the keyboard player got told off by our teacher for encouraging the boys in choir haha ).</li><li>if you're lucky enough to catch kazuha's eye, steal his heart or even better yet be his significant other, you'll get loads of songs dedicated to you, written specially for you and to you. and it's not just sappy stuff either, he's so poetic that everyone has their jaw dropped by the end of the song, wondering who in the world this wonderful person he's describing is.</li></ul><div>amber ; the attentive section leader who actually practices.<br><br></div><ul><li>"come on, guys! measure 23, we should make it perfect before we reconvene with the others!"</li><li>some people call amber the teacher's pet, but in reality she's just a very hard - working student who wants to make sure the piece is the best that it can be — she's playing in it too, after all.</li><li>probably a woodwind player ( in my opinion any type of clarinet suits her, somehow ), and very dedicated to practicing every day like she's supposed to. no wonder why she's so good, and no wonder why she's nearly always the only one who can actually play during the first few rehearsals.</li><li>never wants to let her section or her band down as a whole, and will do anything in her power to improve or encourage others. it's something everyone admires about her, even if it means more practice and less time for other things sometimes.</li></ul><div>kaeya ; the singer who flirts on stage during performances.<br><br></div><ul><li>"they said i was hot? have a whole fanclub? hahaha, i have to admit fixing my suit during the last note was pretty smooth."</li><li>okay, just let me say that my ex - crush, one of my besties ( who isn't this cocky DON'T WORRY ) actually had a whole lot of freshmen girls swoon over how hot he was when he fixed his suit during the last note of "feeling good" by michael buble so we all tease him saying he has a fanclub ... which is kind of true.</li><li>kaeya will definitely be the type to wink at you across the theatre, eyes twinkling knowing that you're probably flustered even if he can't see it right now.</li><li>genuinely looks so attractive when he performs, though — he knows exactly how to get people feeling some type of way. has an insane amount of confidence people can only wish they had.</li><li>if you give him a flower after the show, he might even playfully call you sweetheart. who knows?</li></ul><div>gorou ; the viola player who always gets teased for ... playing viola.<br><br></div><ul><li>"yes, i play the viola — i know, i've heard that joke already."</li><li>the type to get internally really pissed off but holds in it for the sake of peace, and also because he knows it would be so petty to get mad over a stupid viola joke everyone makes. he's heard it a thousand times, what a curse to play this instrument.</li><li>but ... it does give him the perk of being the only person to take the viola spot. it doesn't mean gorou stops working hard, though. he's an insanely dedicated musician, never missing a day of practice or rehearsal. if he does, he'd be sure to make it up.</li><li>the most reliable one in the entire orchestra overall. zhongli might have more knowledge, but at least gorou remembers to bring everything, including money.</li></ul><div>diluc ; the classical pianist who's been playing since forever.<br><br></div><ul><li>"oh no it's nothing to do with talent, it's just years of practice and discipline, that's all."</li><li>what a humble guy. it's no use pretending he's not good at what he does, though, because anyone who hears him play, even from outside the doors of the music department, knows he's literally at the level of a concert pianist. he might not know all the pieces by heart, but ask him to play something for you and he will learn it to absolute perfection in a week or so.</li><li>he's been playing since he was four years old, hands deftly gliding over the keys, face scrunched up in an endearing expression of concentration.</li><li>if you receive the honour of being able to sit in on one of his practice sessions ( he insists it'll be boring but how could it be when you're watching diluc play piano ), you'd be able to hear impressive harmonies and beautiful melodies for hours. perhaps he'll even be willing to teach you ... you may get to sit next to him on the piano stool while he guides your hands ...</li></ul><div>eula ; the cellist who sight - reads perfectly on the first try.<br><br></div><ul><li>"uh, i don't want to be rude, but you got that note wrong. yeah ... i know it's sight - reading but still ..."</li><li>painfully blunt. but also honest. i guess it's a perk when it comes to making sure that your performances aren't embarrassing because someone played the wrong note during a beautiful harmony or entered just a little too early.</li><li>she's a natural when it comes to her instrument, and she's also naturally at being unable to understand that other people just might not get it as fast as her, especially when it comes to those who take excruciatingly long. eula can't help but let her eyes roll, hoping that no one sees it.</li><li>well, you do, but you just chuckle at her straightforward nature and know that she means well, even when she corrects people with a stern tone. at the end of the day, everything sounds amazing and she gives you all a shy, reluctant hug. makes it all worth it.</li></ul><div>beidou ; the bari sax player who always wants a solo.<br><br></div><ul><li>"come on, i did great last time didn't i? let me have it again! what do you mean i'm always stealing the spotlight?"</li><li>beidou screams confident baritone saxophone player to me — and a skilled one too, at that. the full, booming tone of the instrument paired with the amount of passion every bari sax player i've seen suits her absolutely perfectly.</li><li>her stage presence is immaculate during her many solos, it's no wonder she gets picked over and over again. she has the audience on the edges of their seats, the energy she plays with so inexplicably contagious, even the most bored and stoic of audience members are seen bopping their heads and tapping their feet.</li><li>she may like to talk herself up before a show, but afterwards she'll get all shy and everything, especially when she's handed flowers and a ton of compliments from one very special audience member.</li></ul><div>albedo ; the one who studies the composer's history and intention.<br><br></div><ul><li>"so ... rachmaninoff composed this piece in the middle of a war while he was experiencing the bitter winter of siberia. no wonder there is so much tension ..."</li><li>he's such a nerd for history and studying interpretation of past performances, it's almost like he's a history or sociology major instead of a music major. the guy is so into understanding the intentions and ideas of people it's like he forgets that he has to learn how to play the pieces too.</li><li>but albedo somehow can pick up the music so fast, even if he's left sight - reading it until the last day. his friends are frantically texting him, saying "i don't know how you'll get this done in time, the conductor will literally murder you" — and then he shows up the next morning and plays it better than anyone else does. musical genius. everything genius.</li><li>looks so peaceful when he's doing anything related to music, whether that's annotating the scores or playing with an ensemble. he's a huge contrast to the fiery passion of some of his peers, providing a sense of serenity and focus. sometimes you'll even find doodles on the edges of his music scores.</li></ul><div>yunjin ; the classical vocalist plagued by perfectionism that everyone admires.<br><br></div><ul><li>"we should rehearse it one more time, just to be safe. no, no, what do you mean it's perfect?"</li><li>the star of the show, the talk of the town. yunjin has a stunning voice that can pierce through the clouds, with impeccable agility and a shimmering tone that is unmatched by any other. pair that with the gorgeous expression she has when she performs and she's the perfect vocalist to ever exist.</li><li>funnily enough, she doesn't ever believe it — to her, it seems that there is always something more to improve, something to get better at, a small mistake she should fix before going on stage.</li><li>sometimes she rehearses so much her voice begins to hurt ( and that's more detrimental than leaving a few errors in there that no one will notice except her ), so please make sure to bring her some ginger tea or some honey to soothe her throat.</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>You know.. often the Genius Chief alchemist of Knights of Favonius has an answer for everything. If not, he'll go above and beyond researching and conduct experiments until he gets what he's looking for. But there is something he can't explain nor understand it very well himself.. well rather it's someone. And it's none other than his darling Y/n.<br><br></div><div>It can't be explained, atleast to him. He doesn't understand the warmth he feels despite being a synthetic human being whenever you're around, basking him in your presence. He can't bring himself to realize just what is it about you that makes his day much more colourful, just pleasant. He hated relationships and having to put in effort into socializing, as it would take too much of his time away from his campsite where he rather enjoys alone, performing alchemy and such.<br><br></div><div><em>But you are an exception.<br></em><br></div><div>And you are also an exception for someone else too. Familiar teal eyes would watch from afar as you and Albedo spent quality time. Sometimes you helped him, sometimes you cooked, sometimes you'd be sprawl in the shared bed out in the cold, you face flushed against the rather freezing cold sheets but that didn't match as your boyfriend had you singing his name out loud while he used you as a specimen to conduct...rather a different&nbsp; form of experiment.. the uninvited watcher has seen it all. He'd take a note of everything of you. The way you sound when you're happy, sad or in pleasure, what actions made you giggle or has your face dusted in pink, what made you smile fondly as you looked up at the person he has <em>hated</em> always.<br><br></div><div>It ached, seeing <strong>Albedo</strong> living with you, in love and with feelings. It ached, seeing you follow around him like a lost puppy. It ached, seeing how at nights during when the icy wind picks up the speed, it still isn't capable enough of hiding away the sweet sounds that you could make that the harsh cold winds carried it as a sick reminder for the watcher. Like nature itself is telling him- no showing him everything he wants but could never have. Just like his master has said to him and discarded him like he's nothing.<br><br></div><div>It's alright though ofcourse, he just needs time! He needs the chance when <strong>Albedo</strong> is gone and finally then, you can be in his embrace. Even if it's temporary, even if it's for one time.<br><br></div><div>...<br><br></div><div><em>"Darling, I'm leaving."</em> <strong>Albedo </strong>says out loud, it was early in the morning, seeing how the Sun only rose from the horizon and painted the sky in vibrant colors. <em>"Where are you heading?"</em> You ask, in a tired voice while you yawn. Smiling at you as he turns around to see his cute little y/n in nothing but his jacket only. Oh he must say, the blotches of red around your skin made you look eternal in his eyes, looking up at you to only to zone out as he keeps staring like a love sick puppy. <em>"Well?"</em> You ask again, crossing your arms while you smirk, you knew what you do to him sometimes and you didn't regret it one bit. <em>"O-oh, pardon. I got distracted my love."</em> He closes in the gap as he kisses you passionately, <em>"I'm leaving to collect some starsilver ores, for paint."</em> He explains, giving a small peck on your nose he smiles again, <em>"don't wait for me dear, you can head back to bed, the cold wind is picking up again." </em>You nod and watch him leave, waving <strong>Albedo</strong> goodbye for the last time as you smile to yourself and think to rather start your day already since you're up.<br><br></div><div>Humming a sweet tone to yourself, you get dressed and prepare something to eat on the campfire. You haven't heard the distant footsteps but soon your eyes avert mindlessly outside the camp and you notice.. <strong>Albedo</strong>?<br><br></div><div>Getting up from your seat, you stood up and smiled as he made his way inside the camp. <em>"Oh you've returned rather early."</em> You say, teasingly poke his cheek, <em>"don't tell me..you missed me too much?"</em> Grinning ear to ear, you waited for his reply but it never came. You rather watch as he moves your hand away from his face to inspect it before bring it close to his face to paint your hand with his kisses, starting from the fingertips to each knuckles.<br><br></div><div>It made you blush, smiling softly but one look up his eyes, you felt your smile drop, the look on his face made you feel small. His brilliant shade of teal eyes never peeled away from your face as he kept staring, his pupils moving everywhere as if he's trying to capture how you look from every way in seconds. His pretty pink lips turning upwards just a little as he finally spoke after a while, <em>"I can see why he loves you..so dearly."<br></em><br></div><div>Now that.. caught you off guard. Who was he talking about? You sheepishly laugh, which came out awkwardly. <em>"Who are you speaking of, 'Bedo?"</em> As if the mention of his own name ticked him off. His gaze turned into the familiar icy cold of dragonspine, the grip he has on your body tightening up as he suddenly pulled you close enough to have you flushed against his chest. You notice how his skin felt too cold to the touch. You were a bit uneasy but this is your <strong>Albedo</strong> right? There's nothing bizarre about that...afterall.<br><br></div><div><em>"Don't speak his name."</em> He says, the <strong>'Albedo</strong>' that stood still so dangerously close to you was now heaving for air, seconds after seconds his anger only consumed him whole. Before you could ask what was wrong with your lover, you yelp as the sudden force from the man had you walking backwards fast until your hips bumped into the workbench hard, wincing in pain for a second before his warm gloved hands turned you over on the table as if you were a ragdoll. Now you were caged in, your hands binded behind your back as you half laid pinned on the workbench. His body stood close by behind you. Sounds of glass containers knocking into each other was the only sounds bouncing off the walls aside from the heavy breathing from Y/n. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage, you weren't uncomfortable, no that's not it. It just that <strong>Albedo</strong> has always been gentle towards you, none of you are any saints but even during the most intense moments, <strong>Albedo</strong> was gentle with your body so this was very different. So what was different now?<br><br></div><div><em>"B-Babe? What are you doing?"</em> Managing to turn your head a little to see a quite unhinged Albedo. His eyes wide and crazed as he looks down on you with a smile. You gulp, nervousness taking over in your system, <em>"Oh?"</em> He raises his hand close enough for it to be infront of your line of sight, teasingly his hand softly shakes a glass vial of a strange bright pink looking fluid, swirling it as his smile grows wider, <em>"this?"</em> he points out,<em>"this will help us in the long-run, care for a taste?"<br></em><br></div><div>You chuckle, a bit more on edge since you both have never really involved any drinks or drugs when it came to having sexual intercourse. <em>"Uh 'Bedo, what even is in that, love?"</em> His smile drops.<br><br></div><div><em>Shit, did you do something wrong?<br></em><br></div><div><em>"I think I told you to not call me by that, </em><strong><em>love</em></strong><em>."</em> He mockingly utters the pet name, laced with venom. His hand caresses your face gently as he stares down at you for a second until his grasp tightens, making your face hurt a little with the sudden pressure. He didn't give you any time to recover though, as now your eyes go wide when you see him taking a swig of the weird drink from the vial and soon after he smashes his lips, connecting with yours as his tongue forces in and makes you drink from his own mouth. Some liquid escapes from your mouth and it dribbles down the side of your lips, making both of your chins messy. Finally when he pulls away, the string of saliva is the only thing that stays connected to both of your kiss swollen lips for a second before it snaps as the two of you gasp for air. It was clear, '<strong>Albedo</strong>' was being very different..<br><br></div><div>You chuckle, softly getting comfortable with his sudden rough nature, <em>"you're being different"</em> you say, you catch onto the fact that you are feeling different..your words slur out instead, which made '<strong>Albedo</strong>' look at you with pride. <em>"Hm, am I ?"</em> He speaks, his hands moving down everywhere on your body as your breath becomes shaky. <em>"I can see why he chose you."</em> He mumbles to himself, in a fuzzy mindset, you hardly catch onto what he said, only humming along mindlessly to his words, <em>"You're perfect."</em> he leans down as lifts up your dress, <em>"you're mine now angel."</em> exposing your back, you hiss from the cool wind hitting your naked skin as his cold lips pepper-kissed every corner on your back. Oh it felt like he was getting drunk over just the smell of you. You bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood to hold back sounds but you were miserably failing at it as whimpers came out shakily. <em>How cute?</em> Which egged him to force on with how his messy heated kisses everywhere and just see how loud you can be. Sucking and biting hard specially around the red blotches and turning them purple, almost painful as he tried to mark you instead over <strong>Albedo's</strong> markings. Which lend to him suddenly pulling hard on the pair of stockings you had on, it complimented your body well and the man was almost salivating as the sounds of ripping makes your ears perk up. <em>"Albedo!"</em> You yell even though you could barely have your head lifted up, about to scold him for ripping your clothing, he beats you to it and growls next to your ear, shutting you up easily.<br><br></div><div><em>"You."</em> his smooth voice sounding scarier as you could feel pure rage radiating off his body over you. <em>"What."</em> <em>slap</em> <em>"did I say huh."</em> <em>Slap<br></em><br></div><div><em>"About call me that, you fucking bitch?"<br></em><br></div><div>You were baffled, trying to fight in your mind, trying to comprehend what just happened. He has never been like this with you! Your ass sting from the impact but before you could ask him or stop him, his hand slid down your panty, your face getting red as he mockingly laughs at you from behind. He must've taken his gloves off without you noticing as you felt his freezing cold fingers drag along your little hole upto your clit only to retrieve his hand and look as his now arousal covered fingers with amusement. <em>"Huh."</em> He brings his hand close to your face, making you grow more embarrassed yet it felt like a strong force has your face glued to looking up at him and his hand only. <em>"You're soaked."</em> He says it like a matter-of-fact, <em>"hm, making a mess on me and I've barely even done anything to you. Pathetic."</em> He scoffs, acting all disappointed and disgusted as if that didn't just make his dick grow harder and make a tent on his shorts. <em>"You're getting off from me hurting you, isn't it pretty girl?"</em> You whimper for an answer and he didn't like it one bit. <strong>'Albedo'</strong> sucked his fingers clean with relish, never breaking the eye contact with you as he couldn't help but let out a satisfied hum and soon his hand goes back down and the other let's go of your hands and instead wrapped itself around your pretty neck. <em>"Say it."</em> You barely got the chance to have any balance over your weakened body as your hands gripped hard on the wooden table as if your life depends on it while his was pumping in and out of you with an inhumane pace. <em>"Y-yeah I am- slow- slow down now"</em> you struggle with speaking, your head feeling like the world is spinning, your eyes rolls back, <em>"slow d-down, too much too m-much"</em> to which he could only smile. <em>"Na uh"</em> he causally says, making his fingers curl along with his brutal pace, <em>"shut the fuck up and take it."</em> You scream from the orgasm getting ripped out of you yet his pace doesn't falter, infact as if it was possible, he goes harder on you. Legs shaking hard, even after your begging, his fingers doesn't stop from drilling into you. The effects from the strange drink has now been going through your bloodstream along with adrenaline rush, making your knees buckle as your body pathetically shook, barely being conscious. <strong>'Albedo'</strong> could only chuckle darkly at that, almost proud of himself as he looks down at you, he was just memorizing the sight of what laid infront of him. Your drool made a mess on the table, tits popped out from the dress, face frozen in bliss and pain and your sweet voice strained. You can't remember nor count how many orgasms he took out of you. You laid on the bench helplessly as now you couldn't even feel your limps anymore, only having the strength to whine and scream, <strong>'Albedo'</strong> has your legs raised up high in the air as his warm tongue circled around your clit, not caring if you can't take it anymore. <em>You're a good girl right?<br></em><br></div><div>Your taste was so intoxicating he couldn't help it. Don't blame him, he never had tasted someone so sweet, just so <em>addicting</em> before! And your whimpers were like music to his ears. It's not his fault that he got so attached to you, he's been looking at you ever since you came into <strong>Albedo's</strong> life. He joined the society with ease, he was the pride and joy of Rhinedottir, he was living the life that belonged to him, worst of all he was living with you. But now that '<strong>Albedo</strong>' has you, he has no plans of letting you go, no no, not now that he has you and not ever. It's not his fault you look at him with the kindest eyes even though what he was doing to you. It's okay, he's going to make sure atleast you knew just how perfect he was, better than Albedo. That he's not worthless and he'd hope you don't discard him everyone else, well that's alright if you do so. That's where alchemy comes in. &lt;3 if needed, <strong><em>like a bird he'd chip your wings and have you around him all the time. Cage you in with him. Live with him far far away.<br></em></strong><br></div><div>He got you few moments ago and you made him feel alive already. He's got plenty of time to fuck you until all you can think of is him. Not subject one, not <strong>Albedo</strong> but him. Since he has the real <strong>Albedo</strong> busy with <em>some issues</em> to take care of. Oh he will take care of it, alright.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Xiao!</div><ul><li>He's trying OK, don't make fun of him 😹😹</li><li>Tsundere! Love him.</li><li>He definitely talks to himself... definitely a habit he developed because he's always alone #emo /j love you Xiao 😊‼️</li><li>He's fun to write for ngl... 😹⁉️</li></ul><div>His gaze falls onto you as you sleep on his lap, snoring softly as you do. "Heh… you're adorable. Rest well. I'll be here with you until you wake up." He says, running his fingers through your hair.<br><br></div><div>Unlikely as it may seem, the yaksha starts mumbling to himself. "Silly y/n… I never thought I'd feel some sense of joy before meeting one like you… You're an odd one, indeed. Hmph..." He continues on with the rambling.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Poor guy. He didn't realise you were awake throughout that until you smirked. He glanced at you and nearly jumped.<br><br></div><div><em>"H-hey! So you were awake this entire time! No, I said absolutely nothing, go back to sleep! Or I'm leaving!"&nbsp;<br></em><br></div><div>Kazuha!</div><ul><li>I love this man. He can step on me. Choke me‼️</li><li>OK jokes aside he's such a male wife, such a big softie for you, huge heart eyes for this man... &lt;3</li><li>Just... chef's kiss. Fine man. Will treat you well.</li><li>WOO boy, the only dude all parents would accept with open arms!!</li></ul><div>You felt the gentle breeze against your body as you laid cosily on Kazuha's lap. He smiles gently upon seeing your features soften as you fall asleep.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>"Ah.. The lively one has finally run out of energy and dozed off to their dreamland, how adorable." He mumbles, laughing lightly to himself as he stares at your facial features. His delicate fingers traced down your cheek gracefully.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You open your eyes briefly and pout at him. "Kazu… what are you doing?..." You say, eyes barely even open. Kazuha laughs softly.<br><br></div><div><em>"Oh? It seems that I have awakened you. Sorry my dear. I was just admiring how lovable you are and I couldn't help but to run my fingers gently down your face."&nbsp;<br></em><br></div><div>Albedo!</div><ul><li>I don't like how some Albedo x Reader fanfics just make him sound like he doesn't care about the reader... boi I mean it is possible but... I came here for warmth bro... 😹😹</li><li>OK I love him... when he didn't come home on 55 pity... I swear I grinded 25 wishes for him in like 7 hours of hell...</li><li>Albedo fanarts are the best. /srs.</li><li>Albedo simps be sharing a fine man fr‼️</li></ul><div>The clock displayed a glaring 3:05 am. Albedo was typing a document on the results of his recent experiment as you doze off on his lap. He glances at you. "Dozed off already? Well, not much can be said. It is obviously 3 am after all. You still look charming even when you're asleep. I wonder how you can manage that." He mumbles as he pats your head.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He stares at you and observes your features. The way you breathe, how a couple strands of hair are falling over your face and are seriously blocking his view. (Which annoys him. Slightly.) He sighs heavily, pushes the few strands of hair aside and returns back to his work. That was when the lights flickered out, and the computer switched off.<br><br></div><div>"I suppose the electricity is down," He sighs. "...and I didn't manage to save my document." You heard his grumbling and giggled softly. He turns to look at you and smiles.<br><br></div><div><em>"I also suppose that you are giggling at my misery. How amusing. I guess I should take a break too… Sorry if I woke you up, we should return home soon."</em><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Someone has been hurting you but you chose to hide it</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em>Albedo</em></strong></div><ul><li>Albedo gives off such a nice aura, chill and calm, but he’s not weak! No no no he’s amazingly strong for someone thats simply an alchemist.</li><li>He’s always told you that he’d help you find a solution to any problem in your life. Be it a person or something else and truly he would. Once you lost your favorite necklace which costed and arm and a leg and you couldn’t find it so he made a new one for you, it was bigger and better.</li><li>But a person? If you asked him straight up he would actually help you straight away but just look at him, hacking away at his gadgets in his base situated in dragonspine. He looks so worn out, its been a busy month and youd never forgive yourself if he made him more stressed than he already is now.</li><li>So now you come home to your shared home every night, greeting his tired figure with a hug and a kiss on the forehead while you ignore the bruises from <em>them</em> youd been hiding for a while. It started maybe a month ago after finally getting a spot in your dream job, you worked under someone, someone who loved abusing their power as “the one in charge” of your group. He threw profanity here and there daily as he threatened you constantly and pointed at you whenever there was a mistake in your work. He’d go so far as to slap you in front of your colleagues to warn you.</li><li>You felt weak in front of him. And good archons you wanted help from albedo so bad. You wanted him to get rid of your boss and comfort you but you couldnt help but bury that thought into the ground as you see a new layer of eyebags growing under his eyes</li><li>The night he found out you were in your bedroom supposedly alone, caressing the bruises on your arm that were given from your boss, it stung and you hissed each time your fingertips hit the red skin.</li><li>Tears brimmed at your eyes before suddenly heard the door to the bedroom open, you scrambled to try and cover the bruise and the healing supplies, you were too late. Albedo had already seen the unearthly bruise on your arm</li><li>Before you could excuse the bruise as something you got from commissions he took a hold of your wrist and looked you in the eye with genuine worry</li></ul><div>“Love, im not sure thats the type of bruise you get from commissions. Is someone—?”<br><br></div><ul><li>he had a hunch and it was right, youve been acting uncharacteristic lately and the look in his eye felt like a threat to whoever had done this.</li><li>As you tried to change the topic saying you fell down or something he got even more suspicious, approaching you cautiously with worry in his eyes before you snapped.</li><li>You explained to him what your boss had been doing to you, degrading you and going as far as to hurt you over a mistake in your paperwork. It angered him inside, he was furious but his expression stayed stoic and calm with the slightest tension. He pulled you into a gentle hug as you teared up, caressing your bruise lightly and softly. Whispering praises for getting through that. Through anyones ears he sounded stoic, melancholic but though yours he sounded ever so soft.</li><li>That night he held you and tended to your bruises, giving you as much care and love as he could, patting your head, holding your hand, helping you with everything. Whispering in your ear as you two fell asleep that you shouldve told him and he wouldve dealt with it. Reassured you something as serious as this would never be a burden. He’s not usually as touchy but he is now!!</li><li>The next morning he dropped everything and went to jean for help in ridding your boss of his position. Being friends with jean and the chief alchemist of the kof came in handy sometimes. And that man wasnt going off without a warning of course, a harsh rough, slightly physical warning.</li></ul><div>“I was just scared youd be busy and annoyed and-“<br><br></div><div>“How busy i am doesnt matter if someone is hurting you my love, dont hesitate to tell me next time…” he sighed and kissed your forehead while trying to reassure you that if <em>anyone</em> was giving you trouble hed take care of it swiftly<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong><em>Scaramouche</em></strong></div><ul><li>despite his looks he surprisingly has been offered a lot of arranged marriages due to his position, he declined all of them of course but there was this one woman who just would not let your boyfriend go. She’d occasionally surprise him with her touches and caresses and as much as you tried to stop her from doing it she just became even more touchy.</li><li>If someone was hurting you scaramouche was definitely the one you should go to, hed get rid of them in the blink of an eye and start showering you in scolds with those soft eyes filled with worry and love. But the voices in the back of your head shouting “your weak for having to crawl to your boyfriend for help” just kept repeating itself.</li><li>The ex-concubine was already annoying enough but when scaramouche proposed to you and you two got engaged is when the woman started resorting to hurting you.</li><li>and to make it worse you worked under her, you were a fatui secretary to the harbingers and she was about 1 rank below a harbinger and she would excuse her hitting &amp; slapping induced with jealousy as punishment for not being a good enough secretary to the harbingers. Behind the curtains shed slap you and pin you to the wall degrading every inch of your being till you were sobbing. She was jealous, so so jealous and promised to herself she’d win the balladeer.</li><li>Youd wait for scaramouche in your shared estate with badly hidden bruises and burns all over and brush it off as a few treasure hoarders being especially annoying. He had a hunch it was a lie but decided to believe you and just went on with his night with you in his arms as usual. At times he’d tend to your wounds if you couldnt hide them, you kept saying it was due to the missions but he still mumbled a “you can tell me if anyone’s troubling you..” each time he did.</li><li>The day he found out he was about to open the door to your office initially going to drag you out to accompany him on a business trip but instead of your peaceful working figure he heard sounds of distress and anger. He opened the door slightly and peeked inside of it to see you being ‘punished’ by the woman he was supposed to marry. Slapping you and pinning you to the wall. He froze for a split second at the scene, his hand itching to murder that horrid piece of garbage.</li><li>The rope that was holding his self control finally snapped when the woman ripped your engagement ring off your finger and burned it in half with her vision.</li><li>He slammed the door open and interrupted the scene, she looked at him with fear and worry on her face as she tried to make an excuse but before she could even come up with one he approached her with a murderous grin and slammed her head into the wall, you could almost see the blood stained on the wall that came from her head as he practically destroyed her skull, he took a glance at you as a sign to get out. You took the ring the woman snapped in half and ran away as all you could hear was the womans pleads for mercy</li><li>She definitely wont be bothering you from now on.. in the end he held you tightly frowning as he scolded you for not telling him. And the ring? He bought you a ring that was like 100 times better and more expensive.</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>❤︎ how I think the genshin characters would cuddle you</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>albedo: "spooning"<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>i think albedo would like spooning because he would rather just sleeping well and comfortably beside you</li><li>i also don't think he would care if he was the big or little spoon? he just wants to be around you and i guess it doesn't matter how to him</li><li>it probably appeals having his face curled into the back of your neck, and hands draped over the side of your waist</li></ul><div><strong>itto: "lounge chair"<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>itto really just wants to encase and surround you with his love and affection. he always wants to protect you and make you feel safe. he really loves you</li><li>he is very protective but so sweet. this position would be perfect for you two, fitting perfectly together like puzzle pieces made for each other</li><li>if you fall asleep cuddling with itto, i apologize in advance. this guy would probably draw on your face in marker. or wake you up in the loudest way possible just to annoy you</li><li>at the end of the day, he is a little shit, but i swear it's his love language</li></ul><div><strong>gorou: "sweetheart cradle"<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>he would most definitely be the one curling up into you</li><li>what can i say? gorou works hard everyday and only finds peace when he's with you</li><li>if you're cuddling with him, i beg you not to to move. just leave the poor guy undisturbed, these are the only times he gets the proper love that he needs</li><li>i'm sorry to say it gorou, but i know he does not take care of himself throughout the day. yes i bet he drinks a few bottles of water when he needs it but he does not rest!! ..until those 8 hours when he literally sleeps like a baby at your side</li></ul><div><strong>ningguang: "head on lap"<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>this is a settle intimacy and it really suits how i think she would be in a romantic relationship</li><li>just imagine how nice it would be, TO LAY ON HER THIGHS.</li><li>ningguang would be really soft, especially because she's rich and all that. but like everything even around her just seems amplified because she's just so amazing</li><li>she could be patting your head gently as you drift to sleep, soothing her fingers across you cheeks, playing with your hair. SHE LOVES YOU and we love her</li></ul><div><strong>noelle: "face to face"<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>noelle is so darn sweet. she would want to sleep face to face so when she wakes up, the first thing she'll see is your perfect face</li><li>she loves the intimacy of having your foreheads and noses pressed up against the other's, falling asleep to the quiet puffs of breath leaving your nose</li><li>waking up with noelle would be so sweet, cracking your eyes open to be met with hers. unfortunately most days early in the morning she crawls out from under your grasp to make you breakfast, it's sweet though</li></ul><div><strong>zhongli: "half spooning"<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>to be honest i bet zhongli sleeps like a door</li><li>not to be mean or anything!! sorry zhongli i love you but he doesn't seem like he would be a big cuddler</li><li>you would definitely be the one curling up into his side, underneath his arms. my apologies reader, but one sided cuddling (T-T)</li><li>it would atleast be warm, because his room is probably always cold. you would cuddle into him like this under the blanket and his warmth</li><li>i just know zhongli is always that perfect body temperature, like warm and toasty but not overbearingly hot</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>❤︎ how i think genshin characters would cuddle you</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><br>amber: “face hugging”</strong></div><ul><li>we all know amber as a partner is likely very intimate, she’s a lovely person</li><li>so she would want to be looking at you, a position with close faces</li><li>which is why face hugging is a perfect way to cuddle together</li><li>she likes to lay her head into the crook of your neck, and she wants to be the one to put her legs over yours</li><li>it wouldn’t be a very good position to fall asleep in, but if you like to take naps throughout the day that works</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>bennett: “cheek to cheek”</strong></div><ul><li>he wants to be close to you, but still have lots of breathing space, he’s also just silly like that lmao</li><li>there is a few times where he turns around to snuggle into your back because he’s afraid he might fall off of the bed</li><li>but cuddling is cuddling! so you get to spoon as well</li><li>sharing the bed with bennett is super cute because he talks in his sleep</li><li>and he most definitely drools but it’s adorable</li><li>he gives 5 star cuddles, i don’t even have an explanation</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>diluc: “spoon”</strong></div><ul><li>he’s a very protective person, so he feels he has to keep you close and take care of you to the best of his ability</li><li>it’s sort of an unconscious thought or need to be with you as much as he can, and become some kind of barrier to protect you from the not so great things in life</li><li>he’ll want to be the big spoon because of these reasons, and he isn’t very fond of being the one taken care of</li><li>he’s like a big carebear, but he doesn’t like to express it much. he will do enough to let you know that he loves you however</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>hu tao: “honeymoon hug”</strong></div><ul><li>correct me if i’m wrong but in my opinion hu tao is a very affectionate and expressive partner</li><li>she likes you to know just how much she loves you, and she makes sure of that every day and night</li><li>she wants to hold you closest to the most vulnerable part of her, her heart. where all of her feelings for you reside</li><li>with that she will be the one hugging you into her chest</li><li>hu tao may seem like she doesn’t take things seriously or just doesn’t care, but she sure takes you seriously</li><li>as much as she has her shits and giggles with you, she still finds the time to treat you the way you should be</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>thoma: “the lap nap”</strong></div><ul><li>he’s definitely a head on lap kind of person, whether it’s you or him laying down he’s all for it</li><li>you usually like to watch movies when you’re snuggled up like this, especially when one or the other is sick</li><li>if you’re really tired and in need of a nap but you can’t sleep or the bed just isn’t comfy enough, thoma is there to help you get some rest and keep you safe. he always comforts you and makes you feel better</li><li>his lap is probably just about as comfy as a freshly fluffed pillow (if not more)</li><li>thoma likes to massage your neck and shoulders whenever he can, it relaxes you and takes off that stress load you’ve been carrying around. he wants you to forget about things like that and rest as much as you can, even if it only lasts for an hour or so</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>xiangling: “intertwined legs”</strong></div><ul><li>she lives a busy life. when she finishes a long day she knows exactly where to go</li><li>you’re like a cup of fresh hot chocolate on a cold rainy day to her, metaphorically of course</li><li>because of all times you spent making her feel better, she wants to be able to make a safe haven for you</li><li>and that place is right next to her, the closest you can get. if you could be any closer, you would</li><li>xiangling isn’t a big fan of spooning or positions like that, because it makes her feel a little too contained or claustrophobic and she’s too wild and rowdy for that</li><li>though she still wants to be smooshed into you</li><li>you found a position at her own pace that allows the two of you to establish some closeness</li><li>she finds it suuuper comfortable because she is most definitely a leg sleeper, meaning she sleeps better in flexible positions and doing some crazy pose with her leg</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>xinyan: “holding hands”</strong></div><ul><li>she isn’t the best at romantic deeds and being freely intimate, but she still tries her best in stepping out of her comfort zone</li><li>she likes to simply sleep next to you, rather than on you</li><li>basically you both just lay comfortably next to eachother while holding hands for physical contact</li><li>she likes hand holding very much because it let’s her show how much she cares for you with just a simple gesture</li><li>and to others holding hands doesn’t mean much but it sure does for xinyan</li></ul><div><strong>yanfei: “half spooning”</strong></div><ul><li>she likes to be snuggled up close to you, but she doesn’t like the feeling of being so restrained with spooning</li><li>so she opts for half spooning, where she gets to curl up with you yet she can still move around freely</li><li>though I’m guessing if you’re a snuggly sleeper you wouldn’t be all that upset, sleepy and cuddly yanfei is a sight only you get to see</li><li>in my opinion it’s 100% worth it</li><li>if yanfei is feeling extra tired some night, she doesn’t care as much for her sleep as other nights</li><li>and that means that you can get tighter cuddles in</li><li>however she will get up close and personal during daytime cuddles, or non sleeping cuddles. that’s why the night cuddles are a fair deal</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>yoimiya: “sweetheart cradle”</strong></div><ul><li>yoimiya is undoubtedly the most affectionate and adoring person you will ever meet</li><li>she will always want her face as close as possible to yours so she can kiss you whenever she wishes to</li><li>sometimes to spice it up a little you wrap your legs around the other, and it easily becomes the new best sleep of your life</li><li>she lovessss to focus on your breathing and heartbeat before she falls asleep, it’s like even unintentionally you always do the most for her</li><li>in this position you both have a great opportunity to take in eachothers smells and it can easily lull you to sleep in a matter of minutes</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>❤︎ how i think genshin characters would cuddle you</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><br>chongyun: “leg hug”</strong></div><ul><li>I know that he is a very quiet, calm and controlled person who isn’t prone to expressing his true feelings very often</li><li>and he can’t help but keep that habit even around you</li><li>he isn’t one to cuddle, or even ask for any sort of affection. but I hope that you, as his s/o give him what he knows he wants</li><li>chongyun sleeps very well when you’re with him, so once he falls asleep he unconsciously clings to you, but not openly</li><li>he seems to like wrapping his legs around yours and he hopes you do the same</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>eula: “lap pillow”</strong></div><ul><li>she can be the same as chongyun, but she plays hard to get, like a tsundere</li><li>she always acts like she doesn’t want anything to do with you and that you should leave her alone. but remember that she just isn’t sure how to go about loving someone, and she truly does appreciate you</li><li>she doesn’t like to cuddle while she sleeps. but she will cuddle while <em>you</em> sleep. not full on cuddling, but she will let you lay on her, or hold onto her</li><li>napping on eula’s lap is like sleeping on a cloud. it’s absolute heaven, and if she feels more confident that day she will rub your shoulders a bit, maybe comb her nails through your hair</li><li>on the inside, she’s actually a big big softie</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>ganyu: “spoon”</strong></div><ul><li>she is hands down the best person you could ever choose to cuddle with. she’s so soft and warm</li><li>ganyu isn’t a protector figure, so if you cuddle like this she is the little spoon. it’s not that she wants to be protected or anything, she’s perfectly capable of doing so herself</li><li>she just enjoys the feeling of being the one under your arms and knowing that she doesn’t have to stay strong all of the time</li><li>she lets any and all emotions out around you because she feels safe enough that she doesn’t want to hide any part of her</li><li>when you are cuddling, she talks out loud in her sleep. sometimes she even whispers your name and reaches out for you, or pulls you closer</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>kaeya: “sweetheart cradle”</strong></div><ul><li>flirtiest, most lovable man to exist. he always wants to be all over you and love love loveessss physical contact</li><li>he isn’t one for like, deeper meanings. so he doesn’t cuddle in want of protecting you. which he does, but he’d rather just sleeping comfortably with you</li><li>his sleeping habits fluctuate a lot so there isn’t a certain position that you always sleep in</li><li>but the most common one is having your head right atop his chest, while hugging you close. he just loves holding your head closely, even your whole body</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>ayaka: “honeymoon hug”</strong></div><ul><li>always extremely flustered to make any intimate or affectionate gestures due to her lack of experience, no matter how long you two have been together. although it does slowly become easier</li><li>despite this, she does really love being close with you and sleeping close to you so she tends to stay strong through her embarrassment</li><li>it’s super adorable. I love her</li><li>one of her favourite things to do is hug you, so she takes that habit into sleepy time too</li><li>she finds that resting her head on top of yours helps her sleep better, and it’s also just really lovely</li><li>so you better expect alot of that</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>rosaria: “half spoon”</strong></div><ul><li>she’s like a rose, the kind of person who shows her thorns to everybody else, but let’s you enjoy her beautiful flowery side</li><li>she’s only nice to you and listens to what you have to say, and your priority is higher than anyone elses</li><li>even though she’s like that to you, she’s also not one to be so openly affectionate. however it’s not like she doesn’t show it at all, you definitely know how much she loves you</li><li>rosaria likes her space when she sleeps. she still likes to cuddle, but will never ask. you’d have to figure it out on your own</li></ul><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Genshin Most to Least Likely to...Kiss You When You’re Sick</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Bennett </strong>- Does it without thinking, out of habit. You didn’t even have to ask. Yes, he catches your sick, and yes, he’s sick worse than you were.<br><br></div><div><strong>Xiao </strong>- I mean...his kisses are pretty sparse to begin with, but you being sick isn’t going to stop him if he decides to give in to your request. He probably isn’t susceptible to human illnesses anyway.<br><br></div><div><strong>Childe </strong>- Teasingly scolds you for asking--you want him to get sick, too? But he gives in almost right away, just once or twice. He gets sick after, too, but it’s mild.<br><br></div><div><strong>Venti </strong>- At first he just kisses your cheek, but when you ask again you get a smooch on the lips. He miraculously gets sick right after you recover, citing said affection, but you’re pretty sure he’s faking it to prolong the quality time.<br><br></div><div><strong>Noelle </strong>- Tries to refuse your pleas for her love, but feels more and more guilty as you pout. She gives in eventually, and just about smothers you with the handkerchief she throws over your mouth for a layer of protection. It’s good enough for the time being.<br><br></div><div><strong>Thoma </strong>- Gives in quickly, but only if you’re both wearing face masks. It’s surprisingly sweet and satisfying for such a muffled sensation.<br><br></div><div><strong>Diluc </strong>- Gives you a swift peck on the forehead, and nothing more. He doesn’t like you being miserable, but he can’t afford to get sick either.<br><br></div><div><strong>Beidou </strong>- When you ask for a kiss, she smooches a couple of her own fingers and smushes them onto your mouth while you lay there with your eyes closed and lips puckered. She’s grinning, clearly very proud of her own cleverness.<br><br></div><div><strong>Kazuha </strong>- His smile and his words are gentle while he refuses, and he promises plenty of affection plus interest once you’ve fully recovered.<br><br></div><div><strong>Albedo </strong>- Not so sure he can get sick, but he simply says no. Drink your medicine.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>#QUARRELS</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>#ALBEDO<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>he can be so outright <em>mean</em>- (ノД`)・゜・。</li><li>see, he doesn’t necessarily <em>want</em> to be mean, he just comes off that way - his words a little <em>too</em> cold, a little <em>too</em> calculated</li><li>he’s just a very rational and <em>dry</em> person? sometimes it’s hard for him to see things from your point of view-</li><li>so naturally, when he’s convinced that <em>his</em> point of view is the only rational and correct one, he often doesn’t bother thinking about <em>your</em> point of view - thus, leading to some fights here and there (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾</li><li>he’s working on it, he swears! but it’s hard to switch that rational part in him off when that’s all he’s ever known :(；ﾞﾟ'ωﾟ'):</li><li>afterwards he usually apologises for his coldness, but after some time you’ll get used to his vocabulary and realise that, while <em>his words</em> may be a little cold in the heat of the moment, <em>he himself</em> really isn’t!! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶</li><li><strong><em>“you’re being irrational. have you thought about this￼￼ for even a￼ split second? this is idiotic.” “sorry, i was a little harsh earlier, no?”</em></strong></li></ul><div><strong>#BENNETT<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>may barbatos have mercy on his poor soul (*´-`)</li><li>￼he hates, <em>hates</em>, <strong><em>HATES!!</em></strong> fighting</li><li><strong><em>“0/10, absolutely would NOT recommend!!“</em></strong> -poor benny, probably</li><li>he tries to find a peaceful solution or compromise at any cost since he just wants it to be resolved :((</li><li>the first time you fought he tried to ignore it and pretend nothing was wrong - which, as he soon learned, was apparently not the right approach…well, he tried!! ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ</li><li>he probably gives in pretty quickly just to be done with the argument :( also probably gets his feelings hurt by some offhand comment you make, so please, pls be gentle with benny, i beg of you ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡!!</li><li>fights usually get resolved rather quickly though, partly because it’s pretty hard to stay mad at him!! and every single time the two of you make up he’ll give you a little kiss to <em>“seal the fight away”</em> (*´꒳`*)</li><li><strong><em>“okay, how about this, then?” “maybe we’re both right!! okay, baby?”</em></strong></li></ul><div><strong>#CHILDE<br></strong><br></div><ul><li><em>yes</em>, he loves you but he’s also <em>very</em> strongly opinionated and incredibly stubborn-</li><li>he’s always soft for you in pretty much <em>every</em> aspect, <em>but</em> if you ever get into a disagreement, don’t expect him to go easy on you or give in just because he’s in love with you .°(ಗдಗ。)°.</li><li>can be a little hot-headed at times, and usually you’ll have to find a compromise because the chance of him agreeing with your opinion is extremely slim to nonexistent- (*´-`)</li><li>he’s like a pouty child when he realises that you’re right, and he’ll do <em>anything</em> <em>but</em> outright say it- he’ll just be like <strong><em>“okay, the argument is over! wanna go out for dinner?”</em></strong></li><li>also!! fights with him are so incredibly annoying?? he’s so confident and tries his darnest to get you to agree with him (￣Д￣)ﾉ</li><li>so, sometimes, the only way to get him to come off his high horse and actually discuss things with you is by giving him the silent treatment for a while…he breaks so easily pls- (°▽°)</li><li><strong><em>“y/n, you know i’m right so just give in!….babe?” “okay i’m sorry! i’ll listen, alright? please stop ignoring me, i’m dying!!” (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)</em></strong></li></ul><div><strong>#CHONGYUN<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>noooo fights make his heart hurt (´Д` )!!</li><li>fights are so <em>incredibly</em> tiring for him, because he has to keep his cool while simultaneously arguing with you…<strong><em>you!! </em></strong>his favourite person!! his home!!</li><li>sometimes he gets overwhelmed and just has to leave for a while, because it’s just too much and he can’t handle it :(</li><li>he doesn’t want to run away or ignore the argument!! and he always comes back with some treat he got for you from xiangling because he feels bad (´；ω；`)</li><li>fights rarely get out of hand or all too loud, since you’re both very cautious of each other’s emotions!!</li><li>chongyun will get a little heated and immediately pauses to calm down because he doesn’t want to let his feelings get the best of him and be mean to you just because he’s frustrated _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):</li><li><strong><em>“i’m sorry i had to leave, love. i think we both calmed down a little, right?” “listen! you can’t-….sorry, give me second to calm down, okay?”</em></strong></li></ul><div><strong>#KAZUHA<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>he either sounds very calm and collected during a fight or it sounds like slam poetry, no in between!!</li><li>he can be so eerily calm during fights- like, he just sits there and listens to you talk without any expression on his face (・・?)</li><li>he’s so respectful and nice, though!! like he <em>already</em> is such a nice man, there is absolutely <em>no</em> way he’d ever raise his voice towards the one he loves? hello??</li><li>fights with kazuha are more like civilised discussions? he doesn’t like to be mean or petty towards you, and he’d much rather get the problem sorted out instead of engaging in unnecessary bickering that would hurt you both in the end (´；Д；`)</li><li>and you’re usually <em>mildly irritated</em> at most, simply because he possesses such a calming energy and it would feel so?? wrong?? to direct your anger towards him-</li><li><strong><em>“mhm…uh-huh…i see darling, i didn’t think of it that way. you see, i thought-“</em></strong></li></ul><div><strong>#THOMA<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>he has the cutest stank face ever- (・∀・)</li><li><em>very much</em> passive-aggressive!! it’s pretty subtle and most people won’t pick up on it, but <em>you</em> absolutely do (╹◡╹)</li><li>fights aren’t really that serious between you two?? serious topics usually don’t break out into full-blown arguments, since thoma is very understanding and respects your opinions!!</li><li>so, the fights usually are about pretty mundane and silly things? and boy oh boy, does he enjoy the bickering <em>sometimes</em> ♪(´ε｀ )</li><li>he doesn’t like fighting, don’t get him wrong! you being upset at him, him being upset at you, both of you hurting and being mad at each other is absolutely one of the <em>worst</em> things for him!!</li><li><strong><em>“oh, you were saving that? sorry, i needed it to make dinner!” “silent treatment? when did i do that?? ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ” </em></strong>(he did indeed do that)</li></ul><div><strong>#XIAO<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>absolutely <em>ruthless</em> and doesn’t even realise it!!</li><li>he’s so incredibly straightforward when he’s angry or simply doesn’t agree with something, and he absolutely does not have a filter- (*´ー｀*)</li><li>he doesn’t know how to properly manage his emotions sometimes, and he’s not particularly used to arguing with someone? <em>especially</em> someone he adores so deeply? (￣ー￣ )</li><li>his emotional management just short circuits and he can get pretty worked up as a result, which <em>in turn </em>gets you worked up :(</li><li>he <em>does</em> sometimes say things he doesn’t mean, and you’ll have to talk to him about it after making up because he’s emotionally constipated and doesn’t know what to say or how to bring it up - he’s working on it!!</li><li>the worst thing he does is just vanishing during fights? and he’ll straight up won’t come back for a few days, which just makes everything hurt even more (・Д・)</li><li>he listens to￼ everything you say after you’ve made up though; he’ll do his best to work on his behaviour during disagreements because, let’s be honest, he’s never really had to compromise with anyone, so it’s still a learning progress for him!! but he’s trying!! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ</li><li><strong><em>“i don’t want to discuss this useless matter anymore. are you too dense to understand?” “i…did not mean to be so harsh. i will try to be more calm in the future.”</em></strong></li></ul><div><strong>#XINGQIU<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>did someone say <em>awfully</em> petty? ( ・∇・)</li><li>he loves riling you up and provoking you during fights, and more often than not he just makes everything worse ￼(*´Д｀*)</li><li>it feels like he doesn’t take the argument serious, which just <em>hurts</em>? especially if it’s something you’re very passionate about</li><li>he doesn’t go too far, though - once he sees that it’s actually something you’re serious about, he almost immediately drops the act and turns serious</li><li>it’s almost <em>startling</em> to see him go from teasing and petty to <em>very</em> serious and understanding?</li><li>yes, he enjoys riling you up and seeing you get worked up because of him, but he <strong><em>never ever</em></strong> wants you to be upset or, even worse, <em>hurt</em> because of him!! he loves you!!</li><li>he’ll be so sweet when making up, reassuring and lovey-dovey, very different from his usual teasing self!! (*´ω｀*)</li><li><strong><em>“mhm, very sorry about earlier, love.” “no, i didn’t mean it, promise. was just trying to get under your skin.”</em></strong></li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>Hugging them from behind Pt 1. (Mondstadt Edition)</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Diluc Ragnvindr&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“U-uhm, sweetheart? Is something wrong?”<br><br></div><div>- He would be flustered at first, he hasn’t had affection in a while. Bonus points if you snuggle into his back. But afterwards&nbsp; he would definitely give you a pat or two on the head. (I AM SOFT FOR THIS MAN-)<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>Kaeya Alberich<br><br></div><div>“Oh? Someone’s sly~”<br><br></div><div>- This man wouldn’t be flustered at all. He would just get more smug. He would probably grab your hand, turn you around, and then dip you like in those cliché movie scenes. Now you’re the one flustered.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>Albedo Kreideprinz<br><br></div><div>“What are you doing?”<br><br></div><div>- He would be confused at first. The dude has absolutely NO EXPERIENCE in romance. It’s a miracle how you two got together. When you finally explain it to him, he gets a very faint but noticeable blush on his cheeks and hugs you back.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>Eula Lawrence<br><br></div><div>“Hugging me like and putting me off guard like this. Mark my words, vengeance will be mine!” (girl, we know you like it)<br><br></div><div>- Acts like she hates but she secretly loves it. Reading reports? She can read them while you’re hugging. Patrolling around Dadaupa Gorge? Hug her in the back after beating up hilichurls. Walking with her while she’s in Mond? The people who dislike the Lawrence Clan can suck it. In short, don’t stop with the back hugs.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>Jean Gunnhildr<br><br></div><div>“I suppose I can do paper work while we cuddle.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>- Would put down her work for a minute or two to cuddle with you. Barbatos pls give this woman a break, she needs it. Hug her on the couch while she’s doing paper work. Do it. She will finish her paper as fast as possible so she can cuddle with you.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>Lisa Minci<br><br></div><div>“If you wanted a hug you could have just asked~”<br><br></div><div>- This woman would tease you about it, but at the same time I can just imagine her pulling you to a random couch after works hours to cuddle and have some tea and cookies. Oh to be in your shoes-<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>Mona Megistus<br><br></div><div>“T-the stars didn’t predict this-”<br><br></div><div>- She would probably be caught off guard. And flustered. Both. After that she would hug you back stiffly saying something along the lines of “But I am not opposed of this action.”<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>Rosaria<br><br></div><div>“Looks like skipping choir was worth it”<br><br></div><div>- She would skip an entire mass just to cuddle with you, change my mind. She may be closed off and cold to others, but with you, she gets all soft, but she would die rather than letting anyone see her in that state. After you hug her in the back, she would wordlessly pull you in front of her and hug you back.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>“Oh? Was my windblume lonely?”<br><br></div><div>- He would just chuckle and then pull you into a proper hug. He would probably summon a gentle breeze to comb through your hair softly. Ugh I’m soft fr this man-<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>mornings with them [ kaeya, albedo, thoma ]</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>kaeya</strong></div><div>kaeya moves with a refined poise reserved only for the aristocratic elites of mondstadt. however, with the alberich name, he sheds his claim to nobility and instead chooses to lead a family surname of his own creation. once believing that the name would die out with him and him alone, kaeya never once expected someone to take the name as well and promise to be with him forever.<br><br></div><div>yet, all of that changed with you last year. a shiny wedding band wraps itself around your ring finger, still clinging to your skin despite your current state of slumber. in the night, you and kaeya separated from your typical cuddling embrace and, now, kaeya is shoved onto the edge of the bed while you sprawl out across most of the bed. your left hand is thrusted right in front of kaeya's face while your legs are splayed out underneath the covers.<br><br></div><div>in the morning glow that filters through the curtains, your wedding band catches in the light and kaeya watches your chest rise up and down as you snore peacefully. he uses the rare opportunity of a clear schedule to lay in bed next to you, watching you snooze into the morning. the softest of smiles makes its way across his face as he lazily watches you stir to life.<br><br></div><div>"mmm," you groan, scrunching your eyes shut before slowly opening them to the light, reluctant to get up. instinctively, you look over at the bed next to you, completely unaware to kaeya's plight of nearly falling off the bed due to you. "kaekae..?"<br><br></div><div>your voice is no more than a sleepy murmur as your hand reaches out to him, placing the cool metal of your wedding band against the exposed skin of his chest as you splay your hand out across his pectoral.<br><br></div><div>"good morning, angel," kaeya greets with a teasing lilt of his voice. his arm sneaks around your waist, pulling you in closer to him as he scoots further onto the bed. he meets you in the middle and presses a kiss to your forehead.<br><br></div><div>"no real kiss?" you grumble petulantly, still half-asleep. your words are a bit jumbled, yet kaeya chuckles affectionately anyways as you tilt your head to look at him with bleary eyes.<br><br></div><div>"i haven't brushed my teeth yet, starshine," he coos, wanting nothing more than to protect this whiny, sleepy side of you forever, especially as a grumpy frown crosses your face.<br><br></div><div>"i don't care, you weirdo," you huff, moving so your face is right in front of his. "i married all of you, including your yucky morning breath."<br><br></div><div>you interrupt kaeya's laughter by placing a noisy kiss to his lips, smacking your lips together and kissing him dramatically. his grip around your waist tightens and he uses the opportunity to take your outlandish kiss and create something more out of it, passionately moving his lips against yours. as kaeya begins to angle himself to crawl on top of you, you pull back, unable to hold back your laughter.<br><br></div><div>"you're right," you giggle, fully awake now from his actions. "we should brush our teeth first."<br><br></div><div>you slip away from kaeya's embrace and swing your legs over the side of the bed, popping up and stretching as kaeya groans behind you. the creak of the bed lets you know that he's scooting closer, but before his hands can find your hips to pull you back in the bed with him, you let out a light, mischievous giggle and prance away, disappearing into the bathroom and leaving kaeya to trail after you, petulance written all over his expression. as kaeya enters the bathroom beside you, you can tell from the glint in his eye that morning kisses aren't quite yet over.<br><br></div><div><strong>albedo</strong></div><div>the night passes quickly for you, but when you awake to an empty bed, you realize that it has likely gone much slower for your other half. a messy mop of pale blonde hair is missing from the pillow next to you and you sigh as you sit up, running a hand over your face and shaking your head lightly to try to clear your head of sleep. you steal albedo's long-forgotten slippers from his side of the bed and also indulge yourself with his robe, wrapping yourself up in the fluffy material like a middle-aged housewife getting ready to drink coffee on your porch. you briefly wonder what albedo would make of that comparison, especially since it is his robe, but you clear your head of such thoughts.<br><br></div><div>after all, you have more important things to do -- such as rescuing albedo from the sleepless night spent in his lab. you enter your shared kitchen and quickly brew a mug of coffee, yet the drink isn't for you. you add an unhealthy amount of sugar and milk until the drink turns a pale tan and clutch it firmly in your hands as you begin to make the short trek from your apartment to the knights of favonius headquarters. the guards pay you no mind, having seen this site numerous times before, and let you in with no more than a polite, knowing greeting.<br><br></div><div>you know the route to albedo's lab like the back of your hand. as you descend the stairs and approach the door, you ignore the <em>testing in progress: do not disturb. </em>instead, you knock three times and, like an impatient parent, swing open the lab door after not hearing a frantic shout for you to stay out. a familiar squeak from a green-haired woman permeates the air as you enter, yet she visibly sighs in relief before holding her index finger up to her lips and pointing at the missing man you've been looking for.<br><br></div><div>albedo sits on a stool, slumped over as his head rests on the alchemic recipe notebooks in front of him. loose locks of hair begin to escape the once-tight confines of his braids and albedo snores almost inaudibly as he sleeps in one of the most uncomfortable positions you've ever seen. you sigh at the sight and sucrose quickly speedwalks away from the two of you as you approach your sleeping lover. you place a hand softly on his shoulder, gently shaking him awake. it takes a few seconds, but albedo's eyes slowly blink open.<br><br></div><div>"hypo... stasis..?" he grumbles questioningly as he sits up, still half asleep as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. albedo turns to look at you and the circles underneath his eyes look significantly worse than once before, yet you can't find it in yourself to admonish him too much, not when he looks at you with such a lost gaze, slowly acclimating back to the land of the awake.<br><br></div><div>"no hypostasis," you giggle quietly, setting the cup of coffee down on the lab table in front of him. "just me. good morning, cupcake!"<br><br></div><div>"cupcake..?" albedo asks, voice still groggy from sleep. "where..?"<br><br></div><div>his thinly gloved hands reach out in front of him, wrapping themselves around the warmth of the coffee mug, yet the alchemist does not yet indulge himself. he slowly sits up further and you stifle a laugh at the awkward shift of his lab goggles whose position was altered by his odd choice of sleeping place.<br><br></div><div>"oh," albedo murmurs as you stare at him with a smirk. a rare blush taints his cheeks and you thank the archons for the rare emotional vulnerability of his sleepy state. "you mean me?"<br><br></div><div>"there's nobody else i would call cupcake, cupcake," you reassure, leaning over to place a kiss to the crown of his hair.<br><br></div><div>"good," albedo mutters and looks sheepish as you laugh at his words.<br><br></div><div>"c'mon, sleepyhead. let's go get breakfast and get you in a real bed. work can wait," you say, beckoning him to stand with a motion of your head.<br><br></div><div>"but-" albedo begins and you fold your arms over your chest, shaking your head.<br><br></div><div>"no. you're overworking yourself to the point that you can't even come back home to sleep. do you want me to tattle on you to jean again?" you huff. it's a low blow, but it seems to work as albedo takes off his lab goggles and sets them on the table.<br><br></div><div>"you shouldn't bring food in the lab," albedo murmurs, still clutching the cup of coffee in his now bare hands as he trails after you.<br><br></div><div>"you're still going to drink it though, right?" you ask, glancing over your shoulder at him.<br><br></div><div>"yes," albedo reluctantly says before lifting the mug up to your lips. his free hand reaches out to take yours, interlacing his fingers through yours, and you happily guide the sleepy alchemist back to your house. for your own sanity and for his sake, you're not going to ask how late he stayed up working.<br><br></div><div><strong>thoma</strong></div><div>"wakey wakey, sweetheart!" a voice excitedly says before a pair of hands make their way to your shoulders, shaking you vigorously and disrupting your peaceful slumber. you open your eyes to the sight of a fully-dressed thoma, headband and all, looming over you with a bright smile on his face. normally, you would grin back, matching the luminosity of his own cheeky smile, yet you only pout at him.<br><br></div><div>"today's my day off," you whine gently. "why are you waking me up so early?"<br><br></div><div>thoma is nonplussed by your words, choosing to laugh at your grumpiness rather than take it to heart.<br><br></div><div>"it's <em>our</em> day off," thoma corrects, causing your eyes to widen at his words. "the kamisato clan was just so gracious enough as to grant me the day off too."<br><br></div><div>"oh," you state, sitting up. "you're all dressed up? i don't have any plans...?"<br><br></div><div>"well..." a blush appears on thoma's cheeks and he nervously glances away before glancing back at you, irises shining with hope. "i wanted to take you out to breakfast! if you're willing, that is."<br><br></div><div>you stare at him before a slightly evil thought pops in your head. a smirk crosses your features as you stare up at him, mirth filling your eyes as you hold back an evil laugh.<br><br></div><div>"and if i say no?" you ask and thoma's expression drops. you feel your heart clench at the sight.<br><br></div><div>"i mean, we don't have t-" he begins, but you cut him off by dramatically throwing your arms around his waist and burying your face into the fabric of his shirt, causing his knees to hit the edge of the mattress and tumble on top of you.<br><br></div><div>"i'm sorry!" you cry. "i would love to, i just wanted to mess with you!"<br><br></div><div>a light chuckle escapes him as his arms fumble around you. thoma gives in and crawls into bed next to you, despite being dressed up in clothing that could easily get wrinkled from the sheets. he pulls you close and buries his head in the crook of your neck.<br><br></div><div>"you're so mean," he whines playfully, voice revealing that he doesn't truly mean his words. "i don't think i'll ever recover."<br><br></div><div>"nooooo!" you play along, hugging him close to you. "i'll go out to breakfast with you!"<br><br></div><div>"mmm, but laying in bed with you sounds kind of nice," thoma muses as he holds you closer.<br><br></div><div>"we just did eight hours of that, darling," you say before turning your head to press a kiss into his hair. "are you sure you're not hungry?"<br><br></div><div>"i'd rather cuddle. we can always get brunch," thoma mutters into the skin of your shoulder. "besides, i <em>am</em> kind of tired."<br><br></div><div>"but what if i don't want to cuddle?" you huff. thoma chuckles and you can feel the reverberation throughout your collarbone. a familiar pair of green eyes look up at you as thoma pulls back lightly.<br><br></div><div>"that trick only works once, buttercup," he chides, but before you can pout, thoma swoops in and begins to pepper kisses across your cheeks.<br><br></div><div>"you can't distract me with kisses, you fiend," you halfheartedly grumble as thoma litters your skin with the gentle touches of his lips.<br><br></div><div>"oh? i think i'm doing pretty well at it," thoma teases in between increasingly dramatized pecks on your skin, on the verge of turning into full-blown raspberry kisses.<br><br></div><div>"fine, we can go to brunch instead," you give in to his embrace, melting lightly next to him. the warmth of the bed and your lover is too alluring, especially when thoma is this doting. "but..."<br><br></div><div>"'but'?" thoma questions your trailing words, pausing in his playful ministrations to look at you.<br><br></div><div>"if i hear your stomach grumble, i'm dragging you out of here myself to go get food," you say, giving him a pointed look. it isn't very intimidating, especially as thoma bursts into loud laughter at your words.<br><br></div><div>"i'll hold you to it then, bumblebee," he teases, but before you can respond, thoma captures your lips in a quick kiss before placing his head against your chest, arms wrapping comfortably around your waist as he listens to your heartbeat.<br><br></div><div><em>this isn't too bad of a way to spend a day off,</em> you think as thoma's breathing grows soft. sleep draws you in as well and, with your sleeping lover in your arms, you choose to snooze the morning away with him.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title> * ∿  ANOTHER LANGUAGE OF LOVE</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>𖥻&nbsp; ALBEDO<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>he works at the local college cafe for the extra cash</li><li>everyone on campus knows of albedo - although he mostly keeps to himself, he’s the legendary nerd who somehow ?? doesn’t follow any rules ?? but is insanely smart ??</li><li>like this guy once turned in an essay 3 weeks late because he wanted to do extra research, and although he should’ve failed, the prof. said that the paper was the best one she had ever seen</li><li>anyways</li><li>since he’s also an art nerd, albedo also paints for the cafe !</li><li>he hangs up his paintings sometimes in the coffeeshop, but he’s not used to people noticing them</li><li>most people don’t really care since they’re just there to grab a coffee, sometimes do work, and go</li><li>until you</li><li>you’re someone new; or at least, to him</li><li>he never talks to you, but his fingers always linger on your’s whenever he passes the coffee cup</li><li>and one day you ask him about the art hanging from the cafe and if he knew who the artist was</li><li>and there’s like the <em>slightest </em>blush on him and he says “it’s mine”</li><li>cue shocked pikachu face</li><li>and basically because you’re also a somewhat art nerd, and you also need someone to interview for your journalism class</li><li>you ask if you can interview him, and he accepts of course</li><li>(he tells himself it’s an “experiment” but in all honesty, he’s just very much in love)</li><li>so on his next break, you buy him and you a coffee and begin to interview him for your big project</li><li>and there’s this one instance where he’s way too distracted staring at you, and he doesn’t answer the question</li><li>he just spaces out</li><li>you kind of have to snap him back to reality</li><li>but yeah</li><li>and anyways the next time you come into the coffee shop, you don’t stop to talk to him because you’re desperately trying to get work done to finish your article in time for the deadline</li><li>albedo notices this</li><li>so the next day, when you come in again, he stops by your table and shows you another artwork he made for you to feature in your newspaper to really wow everybody &lt;3</li><li>and the next day when you come in after the deadline with a relieved smile on your face, he smiles at you softly and says “i knew you’d do well.”</li><li>after you start dating, he makes other drawings/paintings for you, and always leaves them folded up with your drinks</li><li>albedo’s never been good with expressing himself through words, but his art says <em>i love you </em>all the same</li></ul><div><em>(more under cut)<br></em><br></div><div><strong>𖥻&nbsp; CHILDE<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>i don’t know why i have so many rivalry hcs i have with this man but here’s another one</li><li>you both run a coffee shop that’s across from each other</li><li>and you are <em>rival </em>coffee shops</li><li>at first, when he saw your shop, he was just like “huh, what a nice shop, it looks cozy”</li><li>but then</li><li>then he meets you</li><li>you first meet becuase you take the same bus to get to your workplaces</li><li>and every <em>single </em>day, you guys race each other to the bus</li><li>you don’t know each other. you never even acknowledge each other. but it’s an unofficial war of the bus run</li><li>you dont even realize it’s a thing until one day you get on the bus late, and childe smirks and says “i beat you this time”</li><li>and when you find out that you two have coffee shops exactly across from each other</li><li><em>oh boy</em></li><li>it starts with him sauntering into your coffee shop with one of those “a really nice place you have here ... too bad it doesn’t compare to our’s.”</li><li>and while you scowl at him, you do make him a coffee because business is business</li><li>and when he tastes it, he almost chokes</li><li>not because it’s bad but</li><li>because it’s so <em>good</em></li><li>and it’s almost an insult</li><li>he’s like ??? how can coffee be this good ???</li><li>and one time you walk into his shop and he gives you a bakery treat and youre like ??? how can brownies be so good???</li><li>and that makes you two worthy opponents</li><li>but don’t expect this man to play nice</li><li>he has, and 100% will, put up an ad on his door that says “choose tartaglia’s because it isn’t [your shop name]”</li><li>you guys also end up having sidewalk art wars ??</li><li>each time you guys go way too extra just to beat the other</li></ul><blockquote><em>when you start dating</em></blockquote><ul><li>he ends up confessing to you accidentally - it was actually teucer who came into your shop who said “<em>are you y/n? my brother likes you”</em></li><li><em>yeah</em></li><li>and anyways when you guys start dating, you don’t have bus wars anymore</li><li>because he goes to your house first to walk you to the bus like the gentlemen he is</li><li>you guys also give each other free coffee/bakery treats!</li><li>onlookers can’t tell if your shops hate each other or love each other because one day there will be a sign that says “come to us instead of them” and the other it’s “partnership with tartaglia’s ; buy something here, and get a coupon at their place!”</li><li>and if you look closely at the sidewalk art, you can sometimes read the <em>i love you, </em>written between the lines in the chalk&nbsp;</li></ul><div><strong>𖥻&nbsp; KAEYA<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>he’s <em>that </em>barista</li><li>the one who’s always winking at people and you wonder how he hasn’t gotten fired</li><li>it’s because his brother diluc owns the business. that’s how</li><li>anyways</li><li>you’re a regular at his place, and he you always greet him with a smile</li><li>there’s only one problem</li><li>he doesn’t know your name</li><li>every time you come in and change it, mostly because it’s funny to watch him guess</li><li>sometimes he just doesn’t write your fake name at all and just writes “angel”</li><li>other times, he takes wild guesses</li><li>anyways</li><li>you guys always have humorous conversations, usually lined with flirting or small comebacks while he’s preparing your drink</li><li>and while you never stay for long, it’s always the highlight of his day</li><li>and he’s always left thinking about what he could say the next day as a comeback</li><li>but there’s this one time when you come in and the entire coffeeshop is just overrun</li><li>kaeya is one of the only people working on shift because wednesdays are supposed to be Quiet Days</li><li>and you offer to help because that’s what good friends do</li><li>at first he smirks and says “i can take care of myself sweetheart”</li><li>but when you say “but you don’t always have to”&nbsp;</li><li>he just???</li><li>combusts???</li><li>he plays it off of course</li><li>after that incident, you tend to start to stay longer and even stay when he closes up shop</li><li>it’s only then that you learn that he’s an absolute disaster when it comes to baking</li><li>he can make coffee. he can serve pre made brownies.</li><li>he cannot bake</li><li>it ends in a flour fight that takes forever to clean up and if the other workers notice it, they don’t mention it</li><li>no but actually, he’s absolutely awful at baking. you don’t know how you survived the first time</li><li>but several months pass, with you two talking. he doesn’t ask you out because kaeya’s a big romantic, and he’s not going to ask you out until he has the perfect oppurtunity</li><li>and that day comes</li><li>on your birthday, you walk into the coffee shop, thinking that kaeya would’ve just forgotten</li><li>but instead, you get a free brownie that he baked with a <em>go out with me? :) </em>note on it</li><li>kaeya’s never been good at being genuine, but for you he always manages to show you his love</li></ul><div><strong>𖥻&nbsp; THOMA<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>thoma works part time at a coffee shop, for the extra cash</li><li>and you happen to be a regular!</li><li>you two actually attend the same college, but he doesn’t recognize you at first - it’s only when he sees you in the lecture halls once where he goes “<em>y/n?”&nbsp;</em></li><li>and at the same time you’re like “<em>barista boy???”</em></li><li><em>yeah</em></li><li>anyways</li><li>he wanted to work at a coffee shop but he didn’t realize how grueling it was at first</li><li>like thoma’s genuinely a nice person but there are some people that he genuinely can’t put up with in the coffee shop</li><li>thank god you, his favorite customer, is able to brighten up the day</li><li>often times you sit and talk with him while he prepares other customers’ orders</li><li>and thoma is actually really good at latte art</li><li>and he tries extra hard on your’s because he’s in love you’re so nice</li><li>but whenever you’re in his vicinity his hands get really shaky and he always messes it up, and although he tries to laugh it off, he does turn a little red</li><li>he doesn’t confess for the longest time, but there’s this one time that you don’t show up to the coffee shop for whatever reason</li><li>and he broods that day, and gets a little pouty</li><li>and then he realizes he really does want to be in a relationship with you</li><li>so the next time when you come hurrying in and apologizing, and having to leave in a rush again, he makes a heart in your latte (latte art skills go brr), and writes down his number on your cup with a “hang out another time?”</li><li>and although the heart doesn’t last, his latte art is so good that they put his heart latte art on the menu</li><li>and under it in the tiniest black pen is written <em>for y/n</em></li><li>and even if the art isn’t permanent, his love for you is &lt;3</li></ul><div><strong>𖥻&nbsp; XIAO<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>this man was pulled in begrudgingly</li><li>im convinced that he would’ve never joined a coffee shop voluntarily</li><li>one of his friends probably dragged him into it, and he stayed for the extra cash</li><li>im sorry but you probably started off trying to make conversation with him, and he probably tried to smile but it looked more like a glare</li><li>once you asked him if they had a “soy milk” option, and he just gave you the most blank stare and said “no.”</li><li>not the best coffee shop worker, this one</li><li>he does try to be nicer though</li><li>there’s this one time you’re wearing a shirt for <em>genshin impact</em>, this game he also plays</li><li>he asks who you main, and you start to make conversation about it</li><li>and then you realize</li><li>you guys know each other in game</li><li>you co opped a few times</li><li>you’re in the same discord server</li><li>and you’re absolute rivals</li><li>how can you even be competitive in genshin when it’s literally ??? not even a competition game ???</li><li>i dont know but you two make it work</li><li>he purposely gets your name wrong on the orders on purpose just to make you mad</li><li>and to retaliate, there’s this one time on a pretty crowded day and you tease him saying “can’t you get any faster?”</li><li>he gives you the most deadpan look, and says, “if it’s so easy, why don’t you do it?”</li><li>and you raise an eyebrow and you actually go behind the counter and do help</li><li>he’s shocked that you actually know how to operate things</li><li>he has to get told to hurry up by another customer because he spends a solid 5 seconds just staring at you</li><li>anyways, you guys actually do end up spending more time with each other, when your mutual friends invite you guys to play games</li><li>AND THEN</li><li>one time when you ask again if there’s any soy milk options, expecting for him to give you a deadpan look, he actually nods yes and starts to prepare your drink</li><li>he doesn’t tell you that he had to buy the soy milk with his own money</li><li>and although he doesn’t say it, it’s an i love you all the same</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>✧ ⁠—<em> </em><strong><em>a</em></strong><em>lbedo </em><strong><em>!<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong>your name</strong>. he knows you best by your name, after all. especially in the workplace (read: knights of favonius), it's only professional to use titles or formal names. your name flows best from his mouth; it's fluid, it's <em>right</em>. there's comfort in relying in what is known, and not molding your being into something other.</li><li><strong>dear, darling</strong>. later into your relationship, albedo will test out how other affectionate names feel on his tongue and, in turn, reflect on you. however, he won't be caught dead with such pet names in public, so they're only reserved for private quarters. while most people consider dear and darling to be a bit old fashioned, albedo believes that they convey the proper, coveting sentiment that he associates with you.</li></ul><div>✧ ⁠—<em> </em><strong><em>c</em></strong><em>hilde </em><strong><em>!<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong>sweet thing, sweet girl, sweet boy</strong>. alternatively, <strong>pretty thing, pretty girl, pretty boy</strong>. he's a tease, and <em>both </em>of you know it. childe may or may not play off of this knowledge, especially when he drapes a sneaky arm around your shoulders and whispers into your ear. but in all sincerity, he believes in every word he says, and wants to make sure that <em>you </em>know exactly how you make his heart beat faster in his chest.</li><li><strong><em>lyubimaya</em></strong>. russian for beloved, darling. when he speaks in his native tongue and you get all confused – your eyes beseech what in the abyss does he mean by it and he just laughs, because it's harmless and you're so on-guard that he has to clutch his stomach in mock-injury. in a less cruel world, perhaps he could familiarize you with all of the wonderful things his homeland has to offer.</li><li><strong>babe, baby</strong>. short, concise, teasing. the three things that childe likes about these pet names, because they so effectively convey who you're with and what exactly transpires between the two of you.</li></ul><div><br></div><div>✧ ⁠—<em> </em><strong><em>d</em></strong><em>iluc </em><strong><em>!<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong>your name</strong>. so many ways to say a name, and too many to count on both hands. despite his gravely voice and deadpan exterior, diluc is surprisingly careful with how he weaves the syllables that pertain to you – crafty, even. there's a specific snark that's unique to him and him alone, and undertones of it peak through each honeyed call of your name, whether they be softened by dawn or turn gruff at the sight of you in his clothes. it's an intimacy that he actually likes, and realizes that he never wants to shy away from.</li><li><strong>sugar.</strong> catch him murmuring this one into your hair before you leave for the day, or even when he thinks no one is paying attention to the two of you in mondstadt's streets. he'll typically use this pet name in times of reassurance – his own way of soothing you besides delving into a full spiel right there and then.</li></ul><div><br></div><div>✧ ⁠—<em> </em><strong><em>k</em></strong><em>aeya </em><strong><em>!<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong>royalty, princess, prince</strong>. he is but a knight, captain title aside. that doesn't disregard how he's here to service you, cherish you, <em>pamper </em>you. and even when you do get hotter underneath him at his words, the cryo vision at his hip hums all the same. kaeya will find special glee in calling you such in the presence of other knights, with the flirty wave of his hand and a knowing grin.</li><li><strong>babe, baby, doll</strong>. similar and in-line with aforementioned pet names. quick, easy to say, and they tell all that everyone needs to know about his fond attachment to you.</li><li><strong>sweet thing, sweet girl, sweet boy, sweetheart</strong>. kaeya isn't one for vulnerabilities – at least, he does a good job of not sharing them. but perhaps <em>vulnerable</em> is a fitting descriptor for the gaze in his eye when he cradles you to his chest and rubs a seeking thumb over your shoulders. you're precious to him – and perhaps he has inclinations to treat you like fragile ice.</li></ul><div><br></div><div>✧ ⁠—<em> </em><strong><em>k</em></strong><em>azuha </em><strong><em>!<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong>leaflet, maple, peach</strong>. while kazuha credits nature as his muse, he'd be dishonest if he were to say that you didn't inspire him even more. nevertheless, he likes to come back to you after a long day, spout about the pleasant scenery, and how it lead him back to you. you remind him of the trees outside inazuma city, glowing. the fruits that are born from persistent labor and care (sweet like them, too). call him a nature nut all you want – kazuha merely offers a soft grin, and ruffles your hair.</li><li><strong>darling, dearest</strong>. count on him to inject sappiness into any scenario. while he has the intent to tease (even if it's corny), there's something different about these nicknames. he speaks them with a longing that only thinly conceals pain – a poor, makeshift disguise that <em>knows </em>it's poor and makeshift. but he doesn't seek sympathy, nor expects it. it's kazuha's trust in you; he asks you to safeguard his solace and be his end.</li></ul><div><br></div><div>✧ ⁠—<em> </em><strong><em>x</em></strong><em>iao </em><strong><em>!<br></em></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong>your name</strong>. when it comes to xiao, customs of any kind are thrown out the window, regardless if they are archaic, adeptus, or mortal. while he won't admit that he'd be more inclined to slip into his adeptus tongue if he's to call you by anything else, he knows that it'll be a stretch to teach you something so . . . unnecessary, so he tucks the thought away. besides, you already appear happy enough when he initiates conversation with you, especially when he eases in your name.</li><li>there's something simple –effortless– about a name. while xiao can't put it into words, he can <em>feel </em>it. the kindling of a hearth while overlooking liyue. the faint breeze of the ocean, with a basket of qingxin in hand. there is comfort in your name, there is belonging. xiao only hopes that you are just as tender to his name as he is to yours.</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Albedo's birthmark that's very sensitive and you can't take your eyes off of it. Albedo's birthmark that you kiss one day which makes Albedo a bright red color because of how sensitive he was. Albedo who tries to hold back his moans when you kiss and suck on his mark. Albedo who's out of breath when you start poking and tracing circle around his neck.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>They Turn into a Child</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>༻Scaramouche༺</strong></div><ul><li>So the situation that had presented itself to you was this: You had gotten back from commissions when Scaramouche’s secretary ran up to you with a somewhat panicked look and changed to one of relief when they saw you, grabbing your arms and pulling somewhere. “What are you doing?! What’s-“ They interrupted you and just mumbled something about the balladeer going to kill them, which you hoped wouldn’t happen. You walked beside them and saw a sight before you that you had never expected, there was Signora and Childe laughing and teasing something or someone when they spotted you. After waving you over, You could see Childe nearly on the floor laughing his ass off while Signora tried to hold back laughter. Almost following them when you saw none other than the number 6th of the Fatui Harbingers before you…as a child.</li><li>He clearly wasn’t happy with the situation and his coworkers not taking him seriously but in their defense, he was absolutely adorable, Scara rarely was in a good mood in front of others. You saw his expression change and walk towards you, going to stand near your legs, but it was quickly stopped because he still had his hat on (everything else seemed to shrink with him). Again, Scaramouche was already attractive and knew it himself but right now was simply adorably cute, fussing over his hat eventually angrily staring at nothing when he couldn’t get it to do what he wanted. Lifting the hat and putting it next to him, you went to pick him up and of course, he wasn’t having it, giving up when he realized it was futile. You shot a look towards the two other harbingers unable to contain their laughter and tried to quiet down (still failing but Signora looked like she had it under control), the platinum blonde walked over to you.</li><li>She explained that they both honestly didn’t know how it got to be like but determined that eventually, it would work itself out and that he would go back to normal, whispering that you should enjoy it while it lasts. Your lover of course heard this and glared toward the woman, before crossing his arms while he rested against your hip and laid his head against your arm, staring up at you to get going. Determining that it was probably best to get to your shared room before Scara figured out if he could still use his elemental powers and caused more chaos than he already did, which wasn’t a good idea. You excused yourself and walked out (making sure to pick up his hat), taking your time as you arrived at your room, your mind still swirling with thoughts.</li><li>Sitting on the bed and putting Scaramouche down, before smirking and just staring at him as he locked eyes on you. “So what do you wanna do, Scara?” not getting far when he scowled at you and played along. “Okay, I’m sorry. Oh, mighty Balladeer, what do you desire?” Apparently, that was worse because he straight-up turned around after giving you a death glare, you fell back onto the bed and looked up at him. Running your hands through his hair (noticing how he leaned into your hand) and cupping his cheek. “I know you hate hearing this but you are adorable like this. You can’t do anything to prove me wrong.” The violet-haired boy rolled his eyes before he laid down next to you, snuggling up against your chest. The next thing you remember is waking to a sizable weight on your chest and forcing your eyes to open just a bit, immediately awakening when you saw your lover back to normal peacefully sleeping on you.</li><li>You grinned and admired Scaramouche, seeing him open one eye and smirking. “Don’t think you’re out of punishment for yesterday, beloved.”</li></ul><div><strong>༻Kaedehara Kazuha༺</strong></div><ul><li>With everything that had happened to both of you, it wasn’t abnormal what happened shockingly. Being handed to you by Beidou was a small younger Kazuha and you couldn’t help but gush at how cute he was, asking Beidou if he remembered everything or anything to which was quickly answered when you felt a pull from your lover and felt him kiss your cheek (straining just a bit). A blush quickly spread across your face as the poet smirked in victory, shocking Beidou a bit before she broke into laughter and left you speechless.</li><li>The small child quickly nuzzled his head into your chest and tugged at your sleeve signaling he wanted to go. Still flustered from his action, bid farewell to Beidou and went home, walking around through the streets of Liyue. Gazing at his pale cream hair and noticing the red streak even more than normal, turned Kazu around so he faced you. His eyes tracked your face as you picked him up and swung him around, his laughter was music to your ears. “You’re too adorable for your own good, my darling.”</li></ul><div>༻Xiao༺<br><br></div><ul><li>Touch starved and overwelmed.</li><li>All you know is that you arrived in Wangshu inn to visit your lover and find Verr Goldet looking slightly panicked, this isn’t a first but it’s still concerning. You both immediately lock eyes and the owner rushed over to you, rambling about some kid and them breaking down so they had to be put into an vacant room. “Verr, who is the kid?” She rubbed the bridge of her nose and sighed. “Xiao.” It took a good 5 minutes of explaining and questions before you just had to accept it choosing to go upstairs to find the yaksha, taking a deep breath in before walking in and searching the room.</li><li>What you saw broke your heart, hearing sniffles and quiet crying from the corner of the room, closing the door behind you, and calling out his name. “Xiao, it’s Y/N? I heard what happened from Verr Goldet–” A tiny small jade-haired came running out from the blanket they were under and ran to you, using anemo to lift himself into your arms with tears running down his face. You didn’t know what was going on but cradled him and went over to the window, kissing his forehead and whipping away his tears. “Love, what’s wrong?” He mumbled some strands of words incoherently and all you could make out was a nightmare, sins, and death. That’s all you needed to know before taking him out with his head against your neck and walking out of Wangshu inn over to a nearby spot both of you very much enjoyed, often filled with anemo crystal flies and fully knowing what would happen.</li><li>The expression on Xiao’s face gave you enough serotonin to last a lifetime as he had stopped crying as soon as he saw the light teal sparkles dancing in the sky and fussed to get down, wide-eyed when he started walking around and chasing some of them. One of the anemo crystal flies specifically landed on his head and he froze looking up then to you with a shy smile, slowly stepping over to you and seeing his bright golden eyes shining. Even if Xiao didn’t remember this, you would and would try to recreate this moment so he could have the same happiness.</li></ul><div>༻Tartaglia<br><br></div><ul><li>Is a literal menace</li><li>You came home to your shared home and then shouted, a small child jumping out of nowhere with a pillow. “FIGHT ME!” Someone who looked an awful lot like Tuecer who honestly could be hit you with a pillow before stepping away and running away with laughter. “Wait! Tuecer! How’d you get back to Liyue?! Why aren’t you with your siblings?!” Panic and confusion ran through you as you chased after him, hoping to the archons that Childe would be back soon. Finally catching up to him and grabbing him, lifting him up like Simba and panting heavily.</li><li>“Tuecer, please stop-” “What?! Do I look like my brother??” This confused you as you further examined the kid in front of you and realized that you had Childe in your hands, leaving you shocked for a full minute. He squirmed and pushed your arms away, putting him down. Your first question was how the hell he got like this and got no answer. Deciding to just accept what was happening and chose to use logic later, asking Childe what he wanted to do and immediately declining when he said sparing match. Frowning at you and looking around then lighting up, he ran over to the couch and picked up a pillow, running at you with a scream. It’s gonna be a long night.</li></ul><div>༻Gorou ༺<br><br></div><ul><li>Cuddle bug and also so rambunctious</li><li>You received a notice that something had happened to your boyfriend but he wasn’t in serious harm. The worst part. It was from Yae Miko and you could imagine how he felt, rushing over as fast as you could to save him from humiliation. People may have looked at you strangely running up the stairs of the shrine and are utterly floored at the sight before you, there before you is your tiny boyfriend as a child being held in the fox envoy’s arms. He clearly wasn’t happy because he was growling with his ears pinned to his head and whining as she cooed at him, calling him cute and adorable (which was absolutely true), Gorou’s eyesight caught yours and quicked hit her arms to get out of them. Miko let him down and smiled at you before turning away to business, your current tiny lover looking more than relieved to see you and his tag wagging back and forth. He made grabby hands at you and buried his head into your neck when you picked him up, returning to your home as you made small talk.</li><li>“I’m guessing you don’t know what happened?” You felt him shake his head and sigh, threading your fingers through his hair and rubbing the base of his ears. “I know you don’t like Yae-” As he leaned into your hand, he whined at her name and mumbled out a disagreement. “-her but what she said is the truth, you are so cute and small. I just want to pepper your face in kisses.” Lifting him so you could see his face, a bright red blush painting his cheeks, and shaking his head completely flustered at your comments.</li><li>Gorou’s uniform was still the same, just smaller and so was he, it was hard not to coo at him. Nuzzling his nose with yours and receiving a giggle, a small cherry blush spreading over this face. “Let’s go home.” His small soft voice suggested and you agreed, settling down with some hot drinks and cake. Petting his ears and tail, you were the only one who he allowed besides himself to take care of his ears and tail.</li></ul><div>༻Albedo༺<br><br></div><ul><li>Is very interested to experiment with what he can do and you might have to tie him down in order to get him to relax, not causing any damage to his body while he’s small. So that’s what you have to do, kindly explaining to Sucrose who comes in very concerned as to why Albedo is not only a child but also tied to a chair. After 4 minutes, the alchemist understands and is now also similarly concerned, you both come down to the conclusion that you would be the babysitter while Sucrose goes to the knights headquarters to tell them the situation.</li><li>You and ‘bedo walked around Dragonspine and then headed back into his tent when a blizzard started, he didn’t say much and was mainly silent just looking around admiring everything. Grabbing the blonds sketchbook, choosing a lighter piece of charcoal and starting to draw your lover in front of you. It helped that he was sitting still and playing with the shrunken fabric of his outfit, turning his head in your direction to see what you were doing.</li><li>“I’m sketching you.” Albedo only responded with an “oh” and went back to what he was doing, grabbing a nearby book to read until something else happened. Absolutely taking every moment of this situation into your heart and memorizing the appearance of kid ‘bedo, pushing down the several coos that were welling up inside you. You would keep this sketch for the rest of your life, maybe showing it to Albedo if he asked but otherwise it was yours.</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>please don&#39;t take a day off [4NEMO ft. albedo]</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>the week was so hectic. too hectic. you almost wanted to ask, 'who the hell planned this week?', but unfortunately, that'd be you.<br><br></div><div>perhaps it was because of the holiday season that there was a demand to see the famed idol group's performance and appearance in public, that everyone suddenly called you the previous month to ask if the boys were available for this and that, on this and that date.<br><br></div><div>the week's agenda consisted of the following.<br><br></div><div>monday. there was a famous talk show that invited the group for an interview. how could you deny the invitation when the host was none other than the famous lady ningguang?<br><br></div><div>despite your job mostly focusing on planning the schedule of each and every one of your four members, it usually goes beyond that on field. you'd sometimes have to act as an additional body guard, or additional hand at preparing them for a show appearance wise, or organizing the backstage— you get the point. in this occasion, you had to help manage the backstage and help in making sure that they knew what topics to avoid, or if there are any brands, words, and the like, that they shouldn't mention.<br><br></div><div>tuesday. today, they had to attend a handshake event. you hated these events the most. it's not that you don't like meeting with fans, it's actually quite the opposite. though you adore seeing the fans' happy smiles and blushes as their favorite idol comes near them to sign a jacket, or an album, or a t shirt, there are admittedly times when... <em>dedicated... </em>fans go too far. though the number does not exceed more than you ten fingers, there were certainly fans that visibly made venti, xiao, aether, and kazuha uncomfortable enough for them to look at you with a face that silently pleaded for help. the day ended with the four of you (excluding the very extroverted venti), extremely exhausted.<br><br></div><div>wednesday. thankfully, after the very tiring event yesterday, no public appearance was required today. it was this day was a little more relaxed for you, since you'd just have to supervise and coordinate with the DCKZ manager, lumine, but that was akin to having a catch up with a friend. venti, xiao, aether, and kazuha though, along with lumine's members, would unfortunately have to tire themselves practicing their dance choreography for an upcoming music video collab.<br><br></div><div>thursday. a quick group meeting for the concert tomorrow. a bit of a a free day for the four of them, but venti and kazuha decided to try composing a new song. but, you had to accompany xiao and aether to their meeting with a clothing brand that wish to recruit them as ambassadors. a little hectic for you in the evening since you decided to check the concert venue for smooth a rehearsal tomorrow.<br><br></div><div>friday. everyone woke up early to get ready for rehearsals. xiao was had a bit trouble that morning while rehearsing since he's developed a bit of a stage fright. it's usually nothing major to worry about since he starts feeling at ease when the show actually starts, thanks to the encouragement of the rest of the group members. the concert went smoothly that night, save for a group of teenagers who tried sneaking backstage. after giving them a very formal warning, well, it came out more as a threat of calling the guards if they do it again, the problem was solved. the concert ended a little more late than expected, so after sending the very tired aether, kazuha, xiao, and venti to the bus to take a sleep, you stayed up until dawn to make sure that the venue was cleaned and evacuated properly.<br><br></div><div>after a very tiring week, you were fortunately able to catch up on some sleep during saturday. the weekend was dedicated to finishing some scheduling, replying to some emails, and finishing as much work as you can.<br><br></div><div>you planned on taking a day off this monday to treat yourself a little, so might as well try to make sure you don't get shocked with workload once you get back.<br><br></div><div>an unexpected call from your violinist friend made you eyes widen in amusement while you prepared to go to bed.<br><br></div><div>you accept the call to see an albedo positioning his phone so that it was standing. he proceeds to ask you a question that makes you choke on your own saliva.<br><br></div><div>"are you asking me out on a date?" you raise your eyebrow at albedo after he asked if you wanted to go to the mall together on your day off.<br><br></div><div>he let out a light chuckle when you questioned him. "hm, i suppose you can put it that way. but i was looking to take a day off on monday too. the week was pretty busy on my end as well since my collab with xingqiu, chongyun, hu tao, xinayan and yanfei has been taking most of my time... it's been better than expected though; i was hesitant to accept the collab at first but i suppose it's a little enjoyable."<br><br></div><div>"collaborations are pretty enjoyable depending on the people you work with. they seem like a pretty fun group themselves, but i find it a little weird they'd want a solo violinist like you to work with them..." you think aloud.<br><br></div><div>"well, since xingqiu knows me, he might've recommended i join. i could send you the final recording once they send it to us. you'll be surprised that they utilized me pretty well." albedo says, his eyebrows up, and you're more amazed that he looks impressed than what might be of their formed music.<br><br></div><div>"be sure to send it then, it sounds interesting." you nod.<br><br></div><div>"so... our date?" albedo looks at you smugly.<br><br></div><div>"yes yes, on monday." you found your cheeks feeling warm as you laugh at his invitation.<br><br><br></div><div>more under the cut !<br><br></div><div>monday came by quickly. the hours you spend working sometimes seem to take so long, but pass by so quickly at the same time.<br><br></div><div><em>beep beep beep! </em>you press the car horns a few times outside albedo's home, and finally, he shows up wearing a very casual loose shirt matched with skinny jeans, a cap and sunglasses.<br><br></div><div>you hum when he entered the car and buckled his seatbelt. "a very unsuspicious attire. love it. only i would recognize the famed violinist at a glance." you told him with a smile as you started driving.<br><br></div><div>"i'm surprised my very basic sense of fashion earned a compliment." he said, adjusting the seat's backrest.<br><br></div><div>"trust me, it's quite commendable when comparing it to my group's, er... sense of fashion?" you thought about the right words before continuing again. "well i suppose they wear something flashier than your normal attire, but it's more of their presence itself that's so easily sensed by other people for some reason... going out with them gets unconsciously hectic and busy because so much people recognize them easily..."<br><br></div><div>"the boys would get heartbroken if they heard that from you." albedo laughed, and you returned it.<br><br></div><div>"they already know that, and you're pretty accurate— they were a little heartbroken after hearing it."<br><br></div><div>after minutes of jamming to music (made by people the two of you weren't acquainted to because you both agreed it felt pretty weird listening to his own, or friends' music...) and initiating small talks here and there, the two of you finally arrived at the mall.<br><br></div><div>the activity of going around the mall and shopping itself was not a pretty eventful experience, but the mindlessness of it all was perhaps something you grew fond of, and so did albedo.<br><br></div><div>after the shoe he bought was paper bagged, the two of you entered the mall's food court to take lunch.<br><br></div><div>the table of people in front of yours seemed to be whispering among themselves, and both you and albedo could distinctly hear the mention of "4NEMO".<br><br></div><div>"kind of amazing how the five of you have become so successful now." albedo said after he swallowed the fish and chips he was chewing. "yesterday, i swear you were excitedly telling me that the four who passed the audition look promising, and that you were nervous to handle your first group, but hey, here you are now."<br><br></div><div>"you flatter me." you said. "you've become pretty successful as a violinist yourself. even diluc agrees."<br><br></div><div>you quietly eat your meal while watching albedo scroll through his phone. the silence is quickly broken though, after albedo exclaimed.<br><br></div><div>"oh archons, your boys are here." he said, showing you a tweet of your four members.<br><br></div><div>they were, like you said, dressed a little flashier than your average (perhaps it could be counted flashy because of their respective jewelries and accessories). there was no mistaking xiao's turquoise and teal highlights, nor aether's earring, or venti's braids, and that cap couldn't hide the streak of red on kazuha's white hair. yep, these were definitely <em>your </em>boys, as albedo said.<br><br></div><div>"why are they here?" you ask, scrolling through the tweet and reading the thread, but the summary was basically "OMG 4NEMO IS IN XX MALL" as the title of the thread says. "well, they were scheduled a little freely toady, just some song writing between each other, but—"<br><br></div><div>"there you are, [name]!" venti shouted about three tables away, causing you and albedo to turn around. "how mean of you not to tell us that you'll be taking a day off."<br><br></div><div>the four of them headed towards your previously peaceful table. with the six of you there, along with the stares and chatter from around you, it could no longer be considered peaceful.<br><br></div><div>"why are the four of you here?" you ask, looking at aether, who was usually the most sensible out of the four of them.<br><br></div><div>"we decided to take a day off too since you weren't coming to work." aether merely shrugged, but that doesn't really answer you question, does it?<br><br></div><div>"ahem..." venti cleared his throat. "the four of us haven't been to the mall together in a while, so we decided to go together today!"<br><br></div><div>"what a coincidence that you're here too." kazuha added, an innocent smile plastered on his lips.<br><br></div><div>you turn to xiao. "what do you have to say about this?"<br><br></div><div>"er..." xiao says, sensing that you're obviously upset. "i said i didn't want to go with them since the idea was stupid, but..."<br><br></div><div>"but he ended up agreeing anyway!" venti continued for him.<br><br></div><div>"uhm, excuse me, but could i get a picture with the four of you?" a girl asked, and behind her was a group of people.<br><br></div><div>"sure!"<br><br></div><div>you face palmed as venti and aether obediently complied, and because the two of them did, the other two would have to comply as well.<br><br></div><div>what started as a picture with a single fan turned into a meet and greet in the middle of this mall's food court, and soon enough, the security took notice.<br><br></div><div>despite being on a day off, you ultimately ended up having to talk to the mall's manager and asking help form the security to escort the six of you safely back to you vehicle. no doubt that as soon as you get back to work, you're in for a lecture from your team leader.<br><br></div><div>"don't be surprised to see paparazzi all over social media after this sighting that you pulled." you sighed into the car wheel.<br><br></div><div>you turned to albedo with an apologetic look.<br><br></div><div>"i'm so sorry i ruined our date... we didn't get to check that shop you wanted to see..." you apologized.<br><br></div><div>"no worries, [name]. work is more important in this situation, anyway." he said with a small smile.<br><br></div><div>"if work is more important, why would you ask them out on a date in the first place?" xiao remarked, causing the other three members seated at the back seat to give him a sort of disappointed and impressed look.<br><br></div><div>"really, xiao?" you heard aether whisper.<br><br></div><div>"it was me, okay? i was the one who took the day off to go to the mall." you explain, but albedo speaks again.<br><br></div><div>"hm, i admit, i did ask them out on a date, but it was after knowing that they'll be taking a day off today. i don't think there's anything wrong with that."<br><br></div><div>everything was silent until you dropped albedo home.<br><br></div><div>"the four of you better explain yourselves." you say, eyeing them from the rear view.<br><br></div><div>kazuha audibly sighed after a few moments of silence.<br><br></div><div>"we were wondering why you didn't go to work this morning and after hearing from the team leader you would take a day off, we asked for one too." kazuha started.<br><br></div><div>"she also told us where you'd be going when we asked, so," aether said.<br><br></div><div>"so you decide to follow me too?" you frown.<br><br></div><div>"we wanted to spend some time out of work together..." xiao almost whispered into the window, but you definitely heard.<br><br></div><div>"we wanted to surprise you with our appearance, but it turns out we'd be the one surprised to find that you went on a date with that violinist." venti explained. "we kind of sensed that you realized we were in the same mall, so i thought that we might as well show ourselves to you." he ended with a shrug.<br><br></div><div>you responded with silence.<br><br></div><div>"are you mad?" kazuha asked.<br><br></div><div>"yeah. a little." you said, focusing on driving. "i wanted a day off." the four of them just guiltily looked at each other in the back seat.<br><br></div><div>the car stopped and after hearing you turn the engine off, they looked out to see that you drove right back to the office.<br><br></div><div>"i thought we were all on a day off?" aether said.<br><br></div><div>"well, my phone's overheating with the amount of miscalls from the team leader, and most probably other reporters who are curious about the situation earlier. no more resting, i've got a ton of things i have to manage right now." you sighed, getting out of the car.<br><br></div><div>explaining the situation to the team leader and accepting a few calls and replying to emails and messages sent to you took until late in the evening. the day felt more like a huge mess that added to your workload than a day of less work.<br><br></div><div>someone knocked on the door of your office, and after shouting a tired approval of entry, kazuha, venti, xiao, and aether filled you office.<br><br></div><div>"we're sorry. me especially. i'll text albedo an apology later too." xiao said, looking everywhere else but your eyes. it almost made you feel like an upset mother.<br><br></div><div>"we're sorry for ruining your day off and date..." kazuha continued.<br><br></div><div>"i guess you could say we were jealous." venti simply shrugged.<br><br></div><div>"mhm, we really are sorry... here, we got you a gift card from brand x." aether handed you an envelope. you almost wanted to laugh at the gift, as it felt like it was their way of exploiting the benefits of being a brand ambassador.<br><br></div><div>"thanks, i appreciate it. next time, if you want to arrange a get together outside of work, just call me, 'kay? i'd love to go out with you." you tell them with a smile.<br><br></div><div>after a short conversation of possible activities to do together on your next day off, the four of them headed out of your office. but, venti stopped to ask a question.<br><br></div><div>"say [name], hypothetically, would you date one of us?" he asked casually, making xiao, aether, and kazuha stop in their tracks to look at you for an answer.<br><br></div><div>"w-what's with the sudden question? your contract clearly says you're not allowed to date anyway." you said, a flustered expression plastered on you face.<br><br></div><div>"mhm, but hypothetically?" aether, who also seemed curious and interested, asked.<br><br></div><div>"uh... of course. i mean— i wouldn't mind! uh, i think you're all neat, yes!" you wanted to disappear.<br><br></div><div>"which one of us would you date?' kazuha raised his brow.<br><br></div><div>"w-which one of... you? uh, i don't know, i'm not sure... i— like all of you!"<br><br></div><div>"romantically?" xiao added, crossing his arms.<br><br></div><div>"romantically? uh, haha, OH! look at that, my phone's ringing, see you later! yes!"<br><br></div><div>tsk tsk, saved by a ringtone.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>genshin headcanons – bubble tea dates</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>✧ ⁠— <strong><em>a</em></strong><em>ether </em><strong><em>!<br></em></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong>drinks</strong>: honeydew milk tea &amp; peach green tea. 100% sugar, regular ice.<br><strong>sinkers</strong>: aloe jellies or boba.</blockquote><ul><li>he's gone on bubble tea runs with friends before, so fear not with the terminology manual and flavors menu! while he isn't the most adventurous with which flavors and toppings he picks, aether's definitely got his regulars down.</li><li>he usually opts for refreshing, revitalizing drinks. sometimes, it's tedious for him to get a boost throughout the day, so a tea stop is just what he needs when he's low on energy.</li><li>"how often would i go and get bubble tea? sometimes once every week, but most likely every other. my wallet's a bit empty, so thankfully work-study gives me some extra cash. but my dorm is close to the on-campus store, so let me know if you want me to pick you up, and we can get some together!"</li><li>is definitely the type to try out and memorize your favorite drinks! after all, he wants to get to know you better, why you like certain things, and he wants to make memories with you. besides, if you're busy in a certain week, drinking one of your favorite orders will make him feel as if you're right there with him.</li><li>if the two of you want to take cute pictures together when you're out, he's also open to dressing up. just like his drinks, he's got casual looks down, however would definitely like it if you wanted to dress him up! aether will take notes on styling, and from then on, even suggest different themes the two of you might want to match in for pictures.</li></ul><div>✧ ⁠— <strong><em>a</em></strong><em>lbedo </em><strong><em>!<br></em></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong>drinks</strong>: milk tea. 50% sugar, regular ice.<br><strong>sinkers</strong>: boba (25%).</blockquote><ul><li>probably the most academically absorbed student you've ever met, albedo is too uninterested with socials to have ever gone out for bubble tea on his own. so, when you take him to the shop, he's more akin to a fish out of water than a human.</li><li>he'll ask you (or the cashier, depending on how social he feels) questions about flavoring. most likely, you'll have to get him a separate menu to hold in his hands so he can read up on each drink, and mull over what he wants to sample.</li><li>albedo takes his time, carefully looking up how ingredients will taste on his phone, and it's cute – cute that he's so invested in both the experience, the date, and the learning aspect of exploring new territory. once in a while, he catches your gaze in his own, and holds it tenderly. albedo doesn't bother looking away, since he somehow knows you won't either; a corner of his lip quirks, and he's thankfully handing the menu back to the registrar when he goes to order for the two of you.</li><li>he opts for something safe, with a bit of caffeine in it to keep him going. nothing too strong or too sweet because the only sweet he needs is you.</li><li>"this– this is . . . chewy? the boba looked soft behind the counter, although i suppose that it's not engaging if it melts instantaneously in your mouth. it reminds me of licorice. hm? yes, i do like it. it's a new experience with you. i rather like new experiences with you."</li><li>unfortunately, albedo doesn't make a habit of restaurant-eating often. most likely, the instances you do go out to eat will involve pre-made plans, not impulsive ones. but he's more susceptible to your boba propaganda on study dates, so do with that information what you will!</li></ul><div><br></div><div>✧ ⁠— <strong><em>c</em></strong><em>hongyun </em><strong><em>!<br></em></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong>drinks</strong>: almond milk tea &amp; oolong milk tea. 20% sugar, extra ice.<br><strong>sinkers</strong>: grass jelly.</blockquote><ul><li>he's had the pleasure experience of being dragged accompanied by xiangling and xingqiu on previous boba runs. they made sure to go over which drinks would be healthy for his condition, and which he should avoid – so needless to say, he won't be having copious amounts of sugar, or other strong drinks.</li><li>chongyun always has a certain look on his face when you go in to order with him. it's a bit dispirited, misplaced on his cute face, and therefore obvious; when you ask him why he looks so down, he'll get slightly blushy, and begin stuttering his words.</li><li>"o-oh, well . . . i want to be able to enjoy the things you do. what i mean to say is that . . . i want to taste the drink that makes you spend so much mon– erm, makes you so happy, too. so i can learn more about you, and maybe make it for you one day . . . xiangling will supervise me when i do! ah? what do you mean it'd be better if she isn't involved . . . "</li><li>gradually, chongyun will take it upon himself to drink sweeter, bolder flavors. while you vehemently discourage him, since both of you know how sensitive his condition is, it seems as if he's grown a helmet over his head and refuses to budge at your cautions. however, he's always got this soft smile on his face that can even rival the tenderness of clouds.</li><li><em>he's content</em>, you soon realize, although the reality settles awkwardly in your chest. the flush on chongyun's face deepens after each, new drink.</li><li>following each downed cup, he'll give you a reassuring squeeze of your pinkies, grinning. "xingqiu will surely give me other recommendations to try out – ! huh? you're saying that's a bad idea? something about 'tricks'?"</li></ul><div><br></div><div>✧ ⁠— <strong><em>d</em></strong><em>iluc </em><strong><em>!<br></em></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong>drinks</strong>: black, honey, green, or jasmine milk tea. 50% sugar, no ice.<br><strong>sinkers</strong>: boba (50%).</blockquote><ul><li>when you first mention "tea store", diluc assumes that you're referring to, well, tea stores. ones with herbs, leaves, and cups to steep tea bags into and sample them. what he's not expecting to hear about are . . . gummies? orbs akin to gummies, with chewiness and flavor, and . . . smoothies?</li><li>he's got this bemused, curious look on his face. what you're describing, he soon learns, is boba, or bubble tea. apparently it's popular among the other university students, and you're eager to take him on a bubble tea run for a quick outing.</li><li>what you're describing sounds interesting – especially the bit when you elaborate on different beverages that can go along with boba, and the variety of it all. your enthusiasm convinces him, and within the next few minutes, he's driving you to your usual stop.</li><li>diluc takes care to comb over the menu carefully, and inquire about different components of a drink when needed. "and this one, is it bitter? oh, okay . . . is there anything you would recommend? i trust your word, so long as it isn't about the borrowing period of my coats. haha, i jest. keep them for as long as you'd like."</li><li>he gravitates to the classic flavors for milk tea. specifically which ones (such as black, green, honey, and jasmine) depend on his mood, and whether or not he gets the inkling that you'd like to sip on some of his. it's mostly the latter, and he'll request for the flavor that compliments the taste of your order.</li><li>comforting hair ruffles. reserved, gentle smiles. a bottomless wallet. a boba run with diluc is always a joy.</li></ul><div><br></div><div>✧ ⁠— <strong><em>g</em></strong><em>orou </em><strong><em>!<br></em></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong>drinks</strong>: regular milk tea. 75% sugar, extra ice.<br><strong>sinkers</strong>: egg pudding.</blockquote><ul><li>once upon a time, gorou had ventured into a bubble tea store with friends, and came out of it with a heaping stack of egg pudding. ever since, he's been eager to accompany anyone and everyone on whatever boba outings they take.</li><li>the first time you hint your experience with bubble tea, gorou is quick on the uptake, a light in his eyes twinkling and his expression lifting. soon, you're both divulging in which flavors you like, and your favorite stores. the usually straight-laced, attentive gorou is now an eager puppy.</li><li>oh, yeah. he's down bad. for you, of course, and an extra treat.</li><li>the shop that gorou accompanies you to is one of his favorites. the egg pudding here, he explains through an uncontained grin, is the best in the entire city. if you'd want to try it, that is; he's knowledgeable about the other sinkers and flavors that are available, but there's something . . . munchy about egg pudding specifically that he adores. gorou even requests for less sugar in his drink so that he can more easily enjoy the egg pudding flavoring.</li><li>he'll also offer to take pictures with you! after all, he's just found out that he can connect with you over his fixation with bubble tea, and wants to commemorate the realization. always wants to have your face in those pictures, even if you're hiding behind your hands or your drink.</li><li>"isn't it neat? this store even gives out stamp-cards for rewards if you come back regularly. we have . . . oh! two more orders until a freebie. do you want to come back again tomorrow?"</li></ul><div><br></div><div>✧ ⁠— <strong><em>k</em></strong><em>azuha </em><strong><em>!<br></em></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong>drinks</strong>: wintermelon tea &amp; oolong milk tea. 80% sugar, regular ice.<br><strong>sinkers</strong>: boba.</blockquote><ul><li>calm, mild, and comforting. it's no surprise that kazuha's regular orders reflect his personality. when you first realize this, you can't help but laugh a bit. by your side, his cheeks lift and he's giving you a wry smile.</li><li>"is there something on your mind that you'd like to share? i don't suppose that you're out of money already . . . haha! i can be mean if i want to. but sincerely, i'm glad you're enjoying yourself on a day out. let me know if you want to go out and do something else today, alright?"</li><li>his fingers brush against yours, and soon, they're intertwining. after being tugged along with gorou on one too many boba runs, kazuha adapted a solid foundation for his orders. occasionally, he'll deviate from his regulars: like when beidou suggested smoothies instead of milk teas, or even the egg pudding sinkers that gorou is so fond of.</li><li>he admits to himself, though, that he's more interested in testing out the flavors that you enjoy. he commits your favorites to memory in the event that he'll surprise you with bubble tea on your time off from classes; you light up like a bulb, all gushy and excited at his tender thinking. just reminiscing about it renders kazuha giddy, although he isn't one to outwardly show it.</li><li><em>there's an exam coming up</em>, he muses as you leave the store. kazuha brainstorms what he could do to cheer you up through the tedious studying process, and settles on a lunch date following your exam. or, hm . . . he can drop by the store and hand-boil some boba, and mix a few drinks. perhaps you'd like cuddling on the couch, watching a movie together, with bubble tea on-hand. the one that isn't already laced with his, of course.</li></ul><div><br></div><div>✧ ⁠— <strong><em>t</em></strong><em>homa </em><strong><em>!<br></em></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong>drinks</strong>: brown sugar milk tea. 100% sugar, no ice.<br><strong>sinkers</strong>: boba.</blockquote><ul><li>he's . . . basic? no, no way. there's no way his friends would call him that, not when brown sugar has been considered a <em>classic </em>by pretty much every student on campus –</li><li>thoma conceals his wounded pride, hugging it close to his chest, as you suppress a chuckle. the registrar has this gaze on their face that's nothing short of concerned – why is a customer clutching his stomach when he hasn't even tried a drink yet? you give them an apologetic look, mumbling under your breath about the dramatics of your boyfriend; thoma perks up, begrudging, as he still follows through with his order.</li><li>"i mean – if i like the drink, then i like it. no shame in that, but hearing yoimiya call me . . . " thoma sighs, dejected, resting his forehead on your shoulder for comfort. you get the inkling that he isn't actually upset, but is instead playing it up for dramatics. you run your fingers through his hair, soothing, but can't manage to suppress your smile.</li><li>"hey, do you think there are other flavors i should try? brown sugar is so . . . energizing, though. sweet and savory. just," thoma draws away, eyes all suddenly playful and beaming, "like. you!" he taps a finger to your nose following each word. gone is the self-conscious thoma, and here's the lively boyfriend you know.</li><li>after receiving your orders, you both trail out of the store. thoma indulges in a long sip, sighing contentedly when finished. he looks towards you, expectant.</li><li>"want some? it's got some kick in it today – no, that doesn't mean you can kick me, <em>can i get some credit</em>– "</li></ul><div><br></div><div>✧ ⁠— <strong><em>x</em></strong><em>iao </em><strong><em>!<br></em></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong>drinks</strong>: taro milk tea, jasmine milk tea, 50% sugar.<br><strong>sinkers</strong>: grass jelly, boba (50%), red beans (50%).</blockquote><ul><li>although it isn't obvious by how xiao carries himself – with drawn shoulders, a sharp gaze, and intimidating presence – he's got quite the bubble tea palette under his belt. he first approached you about various date ideas one afternoon, gaze piercing, with his typical even voice.</li><li>"there's a new flavor out," he starts, and you blink twice once you realize he's referring to the local bubble tea store. "and i want you to try it with me. this can be a break from your studying, if you want to go with me."</li><li>watching xiao order is another experience in itself. he seems to know what he wants before the two of you even step into the store, having deliberated within himself during the ride over. there's a sure, natural flow to his words, as if he's come here many times before.</li><li>even the staff seem to recognize him; seeing xiao with relaxed shoulders, a type of calm wash over his face, is . . . it kindles a warmth in your chest that's not at all bothersome despite the heat.</li><li>"do you like it? if not, i can ask for a different drink. don't worry about paying me back."</li><li>straight to the point, as always. although he appears to be preoccupied with his drink, you catch his gaze drifting back to you every so often. calculating, alert irises skim over your visage, inspecting. under the table, you nudge your knee against his, and grin. <em>don't worry</em>, relax, you seem to say. <em>it's always amazing with you</em>.</li></ul><div><br></div><div>✧ ⁠— <strong><em>v</em></strong><em>enti </em><strong><em>!<br></em></strong><br></div><blockquote><strong>drinks</strong>: strawberry milk tea &amp; rosehip milk tea. 150% sugar, regular ice.<br><strong>sinkers</strong>: strawberry popping boba (125%), egg pudding, boba.</blockquote><ul><li>"hey, hey! have you tried this one out before? it looks tasty . . . 'popping'? think xinyan mentioned this one before, she said it was . . . i'll take extra popping, please!"</li><li>his blood sugar level can't be normal. that's not possible, you (nor any of your other friends when you all go together) refuse to believe it. yet venti maintains this carefree, devious attitude about him. he calls back to you, tilting his head to the side as you gawk at his order. the cashier merely shrugs, rings up your total, and calls the next customer up.</li><li>venti's hand slips into your grasp when you're out of the line, cheekily squeezing your palm, as you wait for your orders to finish. he gushes about all of the plans he has to tend to this week, including carpooling for his floormates, and his theatricalities resurface. momentarily weary, he sinks into your shoulder, absentmindedly twiddling his fingers in loose strands of your hair.</li><li>"mm. maybe i should've gotten a different milk tea this time," he mumbles softly, drawing away once your order is called. he comes back with drinks in hand, already downing his before your cup even reaches your hand.</li><li>"it's so good! what does yours taste like? smells . . . smells simple. ah? that's rude to say aloud? sorry, sorry – but i don't mean that in a bad way. it's memorable. whenever i come here and pick it out from," venti makes swirling motions with his spare hand, "whatever they do with drinks in the back, i'll remember you. it's going to get busy for me soon, so i'll make sure to order surprise drinks for you when i'm not around. money comes easy when you're a talented artist, don't worry~!"</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Kaeya</strong> needs to be told he will be fucked. That you’re going to throw him on the bed and have your way with him. With the blue headed cavalry captain, communication is the key to seducing him into your bidding. Kaeya naturally can be submissive, but he often prefers to take control, so you’ll have to keep firm with him.<br><br></div><ul><li>Rub his thighs while you whisper into his ear all your dirty little plans. The contact will catch his attention, and he’ll grow hard at the thought of you taking control.</li><li>But be careful.</li><li>As much as Kaeya can be a bratty sub, he is equally teasing and capable of taking control again. You need to stick hard with your decision, and never falter into his words. Keep him on edge, control his orgasm, make him<em> long</em> for you.</li></ul><div>“Y/n… please… I cant take it any longer.”<br><br></div><ul><li>Kaeya in general is open to many things, so bondage and many kinks are open to him. Use them to keep him blinded in ecstasy and want, until all he can do is whine out your name.</li><li>Degrade him.</li><li>Play with his hair as he shakes for the orgasm, and pull at his locks when he tries to get off when you pull back. You need to remind him constantly that you’re in control, that he does your bidding and that your words are law.</li></ul><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div>The room was hot, sweat dripping down your neck as you loomed over Kaeya’s toned chest. But the warmth was hardly a bother with the view in front of view, whimpers and grunts escaping the man’s lips as he clenched the white silk bedsheets.<br><br></div><div>“Y/n,” he breathed, head crushed into the bedsheets by your hand that gripped his neck. You only squeezed his throat tighter, making him flinch and unable to speak. All he could do was try to meet your uneven pace and throw his hips up in an idle attempt to orgasm.<br><br></div><div>He should’ve known better.<br><br></div><div>Because you drew up when he was close, lifting your wet dripping pussy from the slick coated juices that covered his dick. Leaving his erect and overstimulated length throbbing as he cried out.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I decide when you get to cum,” was your only reply, harsh and strict against his lustful desperate eyes. “I am the one in control of your needy little dick right now, so dont even try to find out what I’ll do if you do it without my permission.”<br><br></div><div>He could only nod, tears welling up in his eyes when you slammed back down on his dick. The obedient way he melted into you making you loosen the grip on his neck, slowly trailing your hand down his chest. Hand settling on his abs as you bounced on his dick, pace getting quicker.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Cum you slut.”<br><br></div><div>His seed filled your hole, and his hands clenched into fists as the wave of pleasure washed over him. He curled his toes at the edge of the bed, knees and thighs shaking when you sank back down on his dick. He was reduced to a mewling mess, unable to form proper words.<br><br></div><div>“You didn’t think we were done did you?”<br><br></div><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div><strong>Quick Tip</strong> - Touch his chest, especially his nipples. He was his window exposed to the cold air after all~ its sensitive and the contact there with the one on his dick will have him trembling.<br><br></div><div><strong>Diluc</strong> doesnt know how to be anything but dominant in his sex life. He’s unlikely ever had the chance to be at someones complete and utter mercy. In a way, he liked it like that, he likes control better than the unknown. But he trusts you, openly submitting himself to you when you ask. Cause thats all you have to do when it comes to Diluc, ask with a pouty face and a “pretty please?” And its yours.<br><br></div><ul><li>Diluc probably got the idea that you’d be gentle with him because of your words. Maybe it was your soft expression, or just the way you patted his shoulder and told him he’d enjoy it, you promised.</li><li>But you were anything but gentle.</li><li>Actually, he’ll likely try to avoid looking at you directly because he might feel ashamed for looking so vulnerable. Scared that you might find him disgusting or revulsive in the state that he’s crying and begging for your touch.</li><li>With Diluc, praise him.&nbsp;</li><li>Tell him how good he’s doing, how hot he looks all wet and hard for you. Talking about what you’re going to do to him also turns him on, stroke his dick and whisper into his ear how you’ll be pounding it in your pussy.</li></ul><div>“So g-good… dont stop… d-dont…”<br><br></div><div>“Magic word ‘Luc,” you whispered slyly into his ear.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Please…” he whined almost immediately. “Please, please… p-please-”<br><br></div><ul><li>But once you start, you’re in complete and utter control.</li><li>Unlike Kaeya, he wont be able to turn the tables on you if he feels like it. Being at someones mercy is so thrilling, and all he can do is think about how to make you tell him he’s doing good.</li><li>He’ll do everything you ask without hesitation.</li><li>A<em> good boy </em>just for you.</li></ul><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div>“Sensitive,” you remarked smoothly as the pads on your fingers rubbed Diluc’s cock. You were gentle, slow and torturous as you rubbed the tip and drank in the boy’s muffled gasps and cries.<br><br></div><div>Diluc was face down on the bed, hands grasping the pillow and just about shoving it in his face. His hips bucked everytime you touched his needy dick, toes digging into the blanket to support him in any kind of way.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You hovered over his quivering body, a smirk plastered over your face at the feeling of euphoria this gave you. Diluc was never a bottom, and it felt so good to know that it was you who was changing that.<br><br></div><div>‘He’s so cute being so submissive too…’<br><br></div><div>Ass up in the air as if begging you to suck his cock, to do anything instead of teasing him with your fingers. Adorable attempt, but if he wanted to be sucked off, he needed to vocally beg for it, plead and whine for your mouth.<br><br></div><div>You pressed another kiss against his neck, nipping at his tender red skin with your teeth. He struggled and whimpered when you didnt go any lower.<br><br></div><div>“You want something…?” You asked gently into his ear, holding back the grin when he nodded wildly.<br><br></div><div>“‘Ask for it.”’<br><br></div><div>He opened his mouth to say something, but was overcome with the sensation of your fingers sliding up and down his dick. The pillow didnt help, muffling his voice so you couldnt hear him either way. Feeling trapped, he could only thrust his hips into the strokes of your hand.<br><br></div><div>“Y/n…” he tried, stopping halfway. “I want you to… I n-need you to…”<br><br></div><div>So you helped him out a little bit.<br><br></div><div>Your hand quickly came to his neck, holding his face up above the pillow. It was grasped as if you’d choke him, but your touch was soft and gentle enough not to hurt him. “What was that?”<br><br></div><div>“Suck me…” he sputtered out, thighs trembling. “Please…”<br><br></div><div>You let go of his neck, instead trailing your body down. You left little kisses and love bites on the crevices of his back, noting how he arched his spine obediently. “Good boy,” you whispered when you got to his cock. You gave the tip a little kiss, “Good boy.”<br><br></div><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div><strong>Quick Tip</strong> - Get into a position with Diluc that’ll make it hard for him to escape your grip completely. He’s not used to this, so he’ll be really shifty and squirmy the entire time.<br><br></div><div><strong>Albedo</strong> might be a little harder to go about, but it all comes down to how you phrase it. The poor boy is so obsessed with knowledge and discovering more that it really isnt that hard to persuade him with the right words. Tell him that you simply want to experiment body reactions, and that someone suggested a little something ‘different.’<br><br></div><ul><li>Can I just start by saying that Albedo is probably one of the prettiest bottoms out there? Like the way his mouth opens to moan out your name, but then he chokes back on pleasure and now he’s just breathing really hard, eyes slitted.</li><li>During the entire process, he’ll be completely obedient to you and only you. Asking what to do so that the supposed <em>experiment </em>will work.&nbsp;</li><li>In general he’s pretty touch craved, so even just the simplest stray of your fingers along his thigh will get him hard.</li></ul><div>“You’re… sure this is part of the experiment?”<br><br></div><div>“Absolutely. Something wrong?”<br><br></div><div>“No… I’ve just never done this before.”<br><br></div><ul><li>Make him sit on your lap.&nbsp;</li><li>I don’t care if you’re shorter or taller than him. If you’re looking up or down to see his face, because either way its the best position to see his expressions. And the best thing about Albedo is his expressions.</li><li>You’re used to seeing his usual stoic demeanor and maybe even the slightest smile that he spares for you. But here, you get to see the pleasure that he cant hide, moaning your name and whining for more.</li></ul><div>_-_-_-_</div><div>“Like t-this…?”<br><br></div><div>Your hand was on the soft skin of his back, fingers stroking the crevice of his spine and sending goosebumps up his spine. “Perfect,” you purred back, legs widening under the pressure of him above you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You could tell Albedo was desperately trying to stay in control of his face, but his body reactions gave way to his actual feelings. Face slightly tinted as he screwed his eyes shut and delved into the feeling of being inside you. His thighs shook as you grasped his hips, slamming him in and out of your pussy mercilessly.<br><br></div><div>“Y/n…”<br><br></div><div>The way he moaned your name was just as satisfactory as his dick pounding into your walls. You stroked the sensitive skin of his sides, pinching and gripping his ass. It was tender in your hands, and you rubbed the flesh as you hoisted him up and down into your hole.<br><br></div><div>“You like that?” You asked into his ear, nibbling at the exposed hollow of his neck.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“The e-experiment?” He began, clearing his throat as if to give you a fully proper answer.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You thrust your hips to meet his.<br><br></div><div>“Its certainly- c-certainly… I…” He pressed his face into your shoulder, breathing hard as his thighs gave away and he fully submitted into you. Into the sensation of you pumping his length into yourself.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Certainly what Bedo…?” You teased, satisfied with his unfinished answer. You didn’t want him to give you his hypothesis, you wanted him to tell you how good he felt, how he wanted you to fuck him harder.<br><br></div><div>One of your hands rose up to his face, harshly pushing off your shoulder. Your hand came to grip his neck, angling his face in just the ‘right’ position so you could view the ecstasy dimming his eyes. Mouth open while nothing but moans and whimpers escaped, head tilted to the side because he couldnt focus on anything but the feeling of you.<br><br></div><div>“Feels…. good…” he mumbled, hazy eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head.<br><br></div><div>Your hand on his neck tightened, and you pulled his head up higher so you could see the diamond like mark on his chest. Pressing a soft kiss to the symbol, he tensed, trying to handle the stimulation on both his dick and neck.<br><br></div><div>“Now thats the answer I wanted,” you simply said in response, thumb rubbing the sensitive spot on his collarbone.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div><strong>Quick Tip </strong>- Bondage and toys are also okay with Albedo as long as its for ‘research’ purposes. Seeing his expressions when he’s overstimulated would be all the more better :3<br><br></div><div><strong>Childe</strong> would never willingly submit himself to you, never willingly let himself be submissive when it comes to sex or… anything. As you know, he is a very competitive man, so its easier if you trick him into it. Its consensual of course, Childe would never back down to a challenge, so who’s to say you can’t win for once?<br><br></div><ul><li>Tell him you’ll be the one fucking him when you get back home.</li><li>He will laugh and tell you he’d like to see you try, the smirk on his face telling you he plans to be the one pumping into you all night anyways.&nbsp;</li><li>But you slowly drive him crazy, occasionally brushing your fingers along his hip, up his thighs, ‘accidentally’ on his chest. Until his hard member is throbbing and needy, and he is easy to catch off guard when you make it back home.</li><li>He puts his stuff away, changing out of his dirty clothes. But you are prepared when he comes out in his boxers, the rope on his pull up bar undetected by him.</li><li><em>Yes, Childe has a pull up bar on his door, I swear thats canon-</em></li><li>Anyways, as he slowly paces towards you, lustful look in his eyes, you only smirk back. And its when you’ve pulled his hands into the waiting knot and pull the other two ends to secure the bindings, thats when he realizes he’s screwed up.</li><li>‘And yes I know Childe could probably break the pull up bar if he wanted to- shush shush.’</li></ul><div>“Oh Childe… eating up your words now arent you?”<br><br></div><ul><li>Tease him.</li><li>Degrade him and show him that you are in charge. That you are always in charge, that if you wanted, you could do anything to him. He is at your complete and utter mercy, and he can’t do anything about it.</li><li>Look him dead in the eye as the confidence fades from his face. As he can only acknowledge one thing, one thing only.</li><li>You’ve won.</li></ul><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div>“You’re holding up pretty well,” your fingers trailed alongside the side of his face, scanning his features. “Pretty determined arent we? Don’t worry, I’ll fix that up for you quick.”<br><br></div><div>“Go ahead and try,” was his only answer.<br><br></div><div>Your fingers gripped his dick firmly, positioning it over your pussy. “Oh I plan to,” you whispered sweetly in a promise. “I can’t wait to see you begging for me, your needy little dick at my complete and utter disposal.”<br><br></div><div>Before he could answer, you thrust your hips to meet his length, biting your bottom lip slightly. He was big, and a grunt left his lips as he thrust his dick up into your entrance. With a gasp, you grabbed his sides, pushing his ass into the door and flashing him a nasty stare.<br><br></div><div>“Don’t even try.”<br><br></div><div>With your hands restraining his body against the wooden door, he was left to deal with your terribly slow pace. As you slowly pumped his member in and out of your pussy, a torturous tempo that even had you yearning for more.<br><br></div><div>His face was worth it.<br><br></div><div>“Go faster…” he managed to get through his teeth, “You’re so damn slow-”<br><br></div><div>You pulled away from his member, letting it hang loose and dripping. Your hand still gripped it though, and with a long prolonged sigh, you looked up to give him a stern face. “Say that again and I’ll make sure you’ll stay stuck tied to the door, helpless and needy like the little whore you are.”<br><br></div><div>At this, his face scrunched in anger as he tried to pull away from the pull up bar. You pushed a hand to his chest, shoving him back into the door. Of course he wasnt used to being degraded and toyed around like this, but in his position, he needed to learn his place.<br><br></div><div>“So? What’ll it be?”<br><br></div><div>Stroking the tip of his cock hard in your hand, you watched as his resistance came to crumble, slow until you rubbed up and down his length. He closed his eyes ever so slightly, a whimper escaping his lips as he threw his head back against the door. You took a step closer, positioning his member right at the entrance of your pussy. You rubbed the tip of it against your clit, letting out a little whine out yourself.<br><br></div><div>“Fine…” you heard him mumble. “Please… Y/n, fuck me.”<br><br></div><div>You slowly pulled his cock closer against your hole, till only the tip was inside. “Louder.”<br><br></div><div>His eyes flashed open to give you a harsh glare, but nevertheless he had no choice but to beg. “Please,” he began, jerking when you pulled his cock into your pussy. So far that he hit his head against the wall in an act to hide his moan. “Oh god Y/n… just like that.” A whimper escaped his lips when you pumped in and out of him. “Dont stop… oh d-dont stop… fuck me… please.”<br><br></div><div>The slick sounds of squelches and Childe’s ass hitting the door filled the room. “Look at you,” you cooed, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as you looked at his half slitted eyes. “Looking so obedient now arent you? Who knew you were such a good little slut.”<br><br></div><div>Childe only mewled in response, knees threatening to give in as you thrust into his dick at a quicker pace. His thighs and legs were all but ready to give out, and it was the restraints on his wrists tying him to the pull up bar that kept him upright.<br><br></div><div>It wasnt till he was overstimulated and barely hanging onto the threads of consciousness when you spoke to him again. Untying the rope on the pull up bar and pulling him against you to bring him into the shower.<br><br></div><div>“Now now,” was what you whispered into his ear. “I want to hear it from you, who won?”<br><br></div><div>Your fingers treaded through his hair as he only managed to mumble back, “You.”<br><br></div><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div><strong>Quick Tip </strong>- Run. I’m not kidding, morning comes and Childe awakens with his strength back? Bro, get outta there before the mf decides to take revenge-<br><br></div><div><strong>Kazuha</strong> is poetic and takes a gentle approach to intimacy with you. Straight out telling him you want to be in control might throw him off a bit, so its best to lure him into it. Kiss him and whisper loving words into his ear. Have him lose himself in your lips, your words, and he wont notice how you’re not not wearing clothing, and now you’re pegging him in the ass.<br><br></div><ul><li>Like Diluc, Kazuha wants to be praised, hearing your loving words in his ear. He’s usually the poetic one, so how come you’re the one being so romantic and cute?</li><li><em>Whisper the haiku he read to you yesterday, and he’ll be down and ready for whatever you want.</em></li><li>Overall, Kazuha probably wont mind if you’re dominant in your sex life, considering that he just wants to be loved, and that the intercourse is something intimate between the two of you. Special.</li></ul><div>“O-oh… that feels nice…”<br><br></div><ul><li>Be aware that Kazuha has slightly heightened senses with smell and hearing, and has a general sensitivity along with his senses. So yes, he will moan a lot. Be prepared to hear his usual calm collected voice squeaking and whimpering which each thrust of your hips.</li><li>Take advantage of that, touch him, talk to him. Don’t be harsh with Kazuha though- no degradation, teasing is acceptable, but poetic verses and loving words will be his favourite.</li></ul><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div>Your hands were gentle against his hips, lifting his ass up and spreading his legs at just the right angle. Beneath you, he squirmed just a tad bit, face buried into the bedsheets as his stomach faced the bed, unable to look at you.<br><br></div><div>“You’re doing so good,” you whispered, your hands at his hips leading to his ass. You softly rubbed the flesh, squishing it in your hands and molding it to expose his needy little hole. He only mumbled something against the white silken sheets, muffled.<br><br></div><div>You drew your fingers up to your mouth, sucking on them to leave them slick and wet. Tender as you rubbed them against his hole, you slipped them in, slowly pumping in just to stretch him out. Under you, he began to clench the sheets, whimpering something and calling out your name.<br><br></div><div>Your harness was already tied around your hips and ass, ready as you positioned yourself over him, doggy style.<br><br></div><div>He jolted when even just the tip touched his tight little hole. You could see his hands shaking, face buried deeper into the mattress. You gently put a hand over his shaking one, pressing a kiss on the back of his neck. “Do you remember that Haiku you wrote me the other day?” You asked him, hoping to distract him for just a moment.<br><br></div><div>“Y-yeah…” he mumbled back, and you slowly slid the strap on farther down his ass. You felt him shiver against you, thighs trembling at the unknown feeling.<br><br></div><div>Stretching him out farther, he moaned when you got halfway through. “Mhm, me too.” Your thumb gently stroked the backside of his hand as he quivered beneath you. “It went something like this I think…” You slowly slid the strap on father down. “Sun and moon rejoice…”<br><br></div><div>He gasped, whining as you eventually did manage to shove it down his ass. His tight hole clenched at the unknown feeling, pleasurable waves rolling back at him.<br><br></div><div>“Birds of dawn sing songs anew,” you continued, beginning to thrust in and out at a gentle pace. You wished you could see the expressions he was making, the flushed look or the pleasurable one. You could imagine his eyes rolled back as he moaned into your thrusts.<br><br></div><div>You sped up.<br><br></div><div>He now tried to meet his ass along with your thrusts, trying to reach deeper and deeper until this unknown knot building up inside him would untie itself. It was uncomfortable, but it felt so good at the same time. Your words sent shivers down his spine.<br><br></div><div>“Far from home,” you stated at last. “With you.”<br><br></div><div>Kazuha hummed, clenching his bottom lip to swallow down the moans and whines. “You remembered,” was all he managed to mumble. Half pleasured, half in awe.<br><br></div><div>“Of course I did.”<br><br></div><div>Somehow, that made it all the more intimate, and Kazuha wished he could completely give himself to you. He loved you with all his heart, especially with how you made him feel so warm. So full, so happy.<br><br></div><div>You thrust faster, hands slowly drifting back to his hips so you could thrust his ass into the strap on. You could tell he was coming close with the volume of his moans, thighs shaking and hands raking up and down the beside.<br><br></div><div>“Y/n…” he cried. “Y-Y/n-”<br><br></div><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div><strong>Quick Tip</strong> - Kazuha can be really loud during sex, so make sure that if you’re anywhere public, or on the Crux, to somehow keep it on the quiet side- last thing you want is a grumpy Beidou. “I cOuld heAr yOu hOrny sHits all niGht.”<br><br></div><div><strong>Venti </strong>is quite literally a bottom. Theres really not much convincing you have to do when it comes to actually getting him down on the bed and being in control. Actually, I have a feeling it would take more convincing to get him to be in control, mainly because he likes to be on the receiving end.<br><br></div><ul><li>When it comes to Venti, despite his delicate small form, you can easily be rough with him. Degrade him and show him that compared to you, he’s nothing. All that Barbatos shit is nothing compared to you, your hand on his neck choking out all his noises and thrusting his dick into you.&nbsp;</li><li>Tie him up.</li><li>Or rather, do anything you’d like to him. Venti is by no means fragile. He wants you to be rough with him, push him till he thinks he’s gonna break.</li><li>But you’re gonna have to have some hella nice aftercare prepared afterwards.</li></ul><div>“Worship me, your god.”<br><br></div><div>“Worship you? You are nothing but my slut in bed, now get down on your knees and ‘beg.’”<br><br></div><ul><li>Overstimulate him. Make him keep count everytime he orgasms until he can’t remember anymore.&nbsp;</li></ul><div>“How many times now…?”<br><br></div><div>“Too much… too m-much-”<br><br></div><ul><li>Make him cry and cling onto you if you were his lifeline. Because you’re the only thing he can hold onto when you’re shoving his hips inside your pussy. You’re everything to him, he needs you.</li><li>It doesn’t take too long for Venti to actually submit himself fully to you, babbling incomprehensible words. Crying out your name, begging for you and agreeing with anything you say.</li><li>Venti can be extremely obedient.</li></ul><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div>You were enjoying the view.<br><br></div><div>Leaning back into the cushioned wooden chair, legs spread and wide as the smaller boy sat on your lap. He squirmed, hands tied in scratchy rope that kept his hands unavailable to him, leaving him bare and vulnerable to you. His chest was puffed out, nipples bright red as if begging to be sucked.<br><br></div><div>“Hurry up now,” you began, your unwavering eyes boring into his wide ones. “You were so confident before as well werent you? Telling me to worship you, Barbatos.” You just barely skimmed the skin of his back, up his neck and clenching the locks of hair. Pulling his hair back to get the full glory of his face, obedient for you. “All I see in front of me is a little slut.”<br><br></div><div>He grinds his throbbing member against you, needy while his lustful eyes peer at you through lidded lashes. “P-please…”<br><br></div><div>“Please what? Speak up.”<br><br></div><div>He fidgeted with his restrained hands, flashing a pouty look your way to see if it’d draw a reaction. It didnt. “Put my cock in your pussy,” he instead whimpered, moving his hips closer to your entrance.<br><br></div><div>You just leaned deeper against the chair, waving your hand to the side as if bored. “You want to bury your dick in my cunt? Go do it yourself then.” He glanced up, pleading eyes as he again pulled at the restraints on his arms. “Go on, I’m waiting.”<br><br></div><div>Whimpering, he tried to push his hips into you, his cock missing slightly and just pushing against your thighs. He felt so hot, the contrast of the cold air that tingled against his bare skin. His length throbbed and his chest pounded, your little touches igniting fireworks across his skin. “I ca-cant…” he sniffled, again thrusting his hips only to be meant with your thighs.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You stayed quiet.<br><br></div><div>Your stare only made his member harder, and he was now lost in the sensation of rutting his hips into your thighs. The stimulation felt good, but not good enough to get him off. No, he wanted your pussy, your calloused hands roughly holding his hips while you drove him into you. The need drove tears to his eyes, thighs shaking with anticipation as he continued pumping feverishly against you.<br><br></div><div>“You really cant do anything without me can you?” Was your harsh reply, hand positioning his cock right in front of your entrance. Venti only mewled in response, cut off by the sharp motion of your hands on his ass thrusting into your entrance. He was now panting, head leaning against your shoulder for support as you pumped him in and out relentlessly.<br><br></div><div>“Y/n!! Its.. mm, so g-good.”<br><br></div><div>“As it should be, your dick belongs to me.”<br><br></div><div>And he just nodded, letting you take full control of the pace as he laid there and moaned. He couldn’t even manage to push his hips along with your hands to chase his release. Just submitting all sensation to you and the feeling of your walls clenching around his length.<br><br></div><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div><strong>Quick Tip</strong> - Make him worship you, sit down on the chair and tell him to suck all your juices dry. Degrade and tell him he’s lucky to get any taste.<br><br></div><div><strong>Zhongli</strong> is pretty open when it comes to trying new things when it comes too sex, considering that with how long he’s lived, its probably nothing new. Nevertheless, the best way to convince Zhongli to go along with whatever you’re saying is just telling him, “Let me make you feel good love.”<br><br></div><ul><li>Zhongli won’t be fazed by what you decide to do, no matter how kinky or odd it might be, he has no doubt seen worse somewhere else.</li><li>You don’t have to worry about being gentle with him, and he won’t really be fazed if you decide to degrade him. Of course, it doesnt turn him on as much as whispering loving words in his ear does, but he wont object either.</li><li>Very obedient.</li><li>Zhongli knows what he’s getting into, and he never goes back on his word. He says he’ll do something? He will do it.</li><li><em>He’s the god of contracts after all-</em></li></ul><div>“Ah… so tight, just for me?”<br><br></div><ul><li>Touch his face.</li><li>Whether its having your hands around his neck, brushing your thumb over his soft cheeks, or giving him soft forehead kisses, he’ll love it. He wants to make eye contact with you during it, always. Even if you’re the one in control, he wants to have you in his sights as he moans out your name.</li></ul><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div>You were gentle at first.<br><br></div><div>Tightening the straps on your hips, you adjusted their positioning as you climbed on the bed. The silk sheets were soft against your knees, soft on your hands as you crawled overtop of the archon. He was laying flat on his back like you’d asked, hands resting against the sheets palms up as he stared up at you. Pensive, waiting.<br><br></div><div>You went to press a kiss to his lips, one hand at the back of his neck as you bit his bottom lip. Just like you’d asked, he didnt use either one of his hands to hold you or press you tighter against him. Just melted against the rough feel of your lips against his. When you were done, you lifted yourself up to get a good look at him, satisfied with his swollen lips and breathless gasps. You held your fingers to his mouth.<br><br></div><div>“Suck.”<br><br></div><div>He was compliant, taking your digits and swirling his tongue around in expertise. Coating them in a slick layer of wetness as you pull them out. You get more of a reaction out of him when you press your fingers against his hole, slowly sliding them in.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Good, just like that.”<br><br></div><div>You delved in the sight of your fingers disappearing into the clenched hole of his ass. Sucking them in greedily and making a ‘pop’ when you pulled them out.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Taking a deep breath in, he hums into the sensation of your fingers slowly filling his ass. He isn’t impatient, instead letting you take slow torturous thrusts of your fingers in and out without complaint.<br><br></div><div>It all changes when you pull them out and align the tip of the silicon strap on to his hole.<br><br></div><div>Because you were being nice earlier, coaxing him with your gentle touches and peppering him with kisses. You knew he expected you to be kind, to handle him with care with each thrust. To say that you loved him and him to say the same.<br><br></div><div>Nothing wrong with surprises.<br><br></div><div>It must’ve been a nice surprise by the looks of it, because when you fully sheathed the strap on into his ass in one stroke, his back arched, a moan escaping his lips as he now clenched the sheets. Eyes wide and mouth wide and panting, you thrust in and out without mercy, watching the strap on disappear deeply into his ass before you pulled it all out and slammed it back into him. A pattern that had his eyes rolling back and mindless sounds escaping his lips.<br><br></div><div>Your hands, gripping both sides of his thighs, propped them up on either of your shoulder. Zhongli through his dazed eyes managed to give you one confused look before you pumped the strap on right back, and the angle had him crying out your name feverishly as he curled his toes. His walls clenched tightly around the silicon, the strap on reaching so far in his ass that all he could do was moan and cry for more.<br><br></div><div>“So pretty,” you commented, another hand stroking his hard neglected member. “Just for me.”<br><br></div><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div><strong>Quick Tip </strong>- For someone new or someone who hasnt actually dominated anyone in bed before, Zhongli is a perfect first option. Will provide no judgement at all, and might actually help you out if you get nervous.<br><br></div><div><strong>Dainsleif </strong>prefers to be in control, to have full superiority when fucking you. He doesn’t see any reason for you to suddenly act like the boss, after all he respects you and would never do anything to hurt you. However, if you give him a reason to force him into submission, he’ll put up a fight, but will eventually sink down for you.<br><br></div><ul><li>Tease him.</li><li>Dominating Dainsleif is a one time thing, which means you have to take advantage of it with all you can. Drink in all of his expressions because believe me when I say you wont see them anywhere else.</li><li>Tell him this is ‘punishment.’</li><li>When he asks what he did, don’t answer. Just grab the hems of his jacket and throw him on the bed. Strip him bare and tell him that you could list all the things he did, but you want him to think about it instead.</li><li>And he does.</li><li>He’s always the one coming home to tell you he needs a good little fuck after work. And then you’re laying on the bed while he takes out his frustrations, and you know he doesnt mean to hurt you but-</li></ul><div>“Say it again.”<br><br></div><div>“I’m… I’m s-sorry Y/n. Please do-dont touch… mm, don’t touch m-me there- ah!!!”<br><br></div><div>“Again.”<br><br></div><ul><li>So you do the same with him, and he lays there and takes it like a good boy. Because he deserves the punishment, at least you’ve told him that much.</li><li>Degrade him.</li><li>Overstimulate him and don’t let him orgasm, keep edging him on like Kaeya and don't allow him to have even an ounce of the release he’s craving for. After all, this is punishment, you arent giving him any rewards.</li><li>Stroke him and bring him to his orgasm, only to pull away.&nbsp;</li><li>And while you edge him, whisper dirty little things in his ear. Of what you would’ve done if he wasn't being punished, how you wouldve made him feel so good. Till he was crying your name nonstop, till he couldn't walk the next morning.</li><li><em>Oof, better luck next time Dainsleif.</em></li></ul><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div>His hips bucked feverishly against your hand, the slick juices covering his dick making a squelching noise every time your palm slid up and down his length.<br><br></div><div>Dainsleif was panting, hands tied behind his back and knees tied to the bedposts as he laid there in all his vulnerability, His legs were spread wide and exposed, wet with precum just for you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Y/n… please…”<br><br></div><div>You weren't sure how many times you’d heard that sentence tonight, certainly too many. And even if it was his nth time that he’d reached his climax and you didn't let him orgasm, it didn't matter. This was punishment, he wasn't supposed to like it, he was supposed to lay there and take it.<br><br></div><div>“Shut up you slut, if I want to let your pathetic little cock cum, I’ll let you.” Your thumb rubbed the tip, eliciting a gasp from him. “And if I don’t, you’ll just have to put your big boy pants on and deal with it.”<br><br></div><div>You lowered your head till your face was in line with his growing erection. As if he could sense your plans, he twitched in your grip, groaning in want, in ‘need.’ Slowly, you pressed a kiss to the tip, letting him know exactly what you planned to do.<br><br></div><div>He squeaked out in shock, or rather, as high of a squeak as he could manage. His voice was still rather deep afterall.<br><br></div><div>“If I wasnt punishing you… maybe this wouldve been my pussy instead.”<br><br></div><div>But you didn’t stop, opening up your lips to slowly suck the head of his dick. Your other two hands strokes his sides, groping and feeling around his hard length.<br><br></div><div>“If you d-do it like that… I’ll… I’ll…”<br><br></div><div>Your mouth widened to swallow more of his dick, tongue swirling around the tip as you sunk deeper into his hips. He squirmed, legs trying to thrash around but held by the restraints on his knees. Moans and whispers escaped his lips as he tried to move his arms to no avail. He was coming close, he could feel the sensation grow from the pit of his stomach, member tingling and warm as you sucked him in.<br><br></div><div>He was so close… almost there… just a little more and-<br><br></div><div>You pulled away.<br><br></div><div>Licking your lips, your hand wiped away any stray liquid on your face.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“If I wasnt punishing you,” you began mockingly. “Maybe I would’ve let you cum.”<br><br></div><div>And Dainsleif was left to simply hit his head against the sheets, a groan of frustration escaping his lips as his throbbing member pulsed with need.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div><strong>Quick Tip </strong>- Blindfold him. He won’t know when or what you plan to do, and that makes it all the more arousing.<br><br></div><div><strong>Scaramouche</strong> would never in hell allow you to top him, or anyone else for that matter. He is always in control, he is always thrusting into you as you sob for him, beg for him. Until he’s not. With Scaramouche, its simpler than you think, but it does involve the fact that you need to be strong. Physically, because Scaramouche without his hat and vision is basically useless :’)<br><br></div><ul><li>Make him earn it.</li><li>Stay away from the short boy for a long time, tease him when you see him, and deny him any release when he wants to fuck you. He came back home from a tough day at work and wants to fuck you silly? You’re not there. He feels horny one night and tries to find you? Make yourself disappear.</li><li>He’ll grow needy.</li><li>And here ladies and gentleman, is where you strike. Because poor little Scaramouche needs you so much that he might even be willing to bow down and follow any of your commands so long as he gets a release.</li><li>And you better damn well take advantage of that.</li><li>Make him go on his two very own knees, make him ‘earn it.’ Earn the right to have you pleasure him.</li></ul><div>“Lick my juices until thats the only thing you can taste, the only thing you’ll want to taste.”<br><br></div><div>“Yes… maam…”<br><br></div><div>“Louder.”<br><br></div><div>“Yes maam.”<br><br></div><div>“I said louder you whore.”<br><br></div><ul><li>Degrade him, make him feel like nothing compared to you. Because just for this once, this moment, you can.&nbsp;</li><li>Convince him that he is nothing without you, that he needs you to survive.</li><li>And then after that, grab his hips and thrust his dick into you. Until he lost count of how many times he’s came. Till he’s hanging onto his consciousness by a thread and is fucked silly by <em>you.</em></li></ul><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div>“Fucking slut.”<br><br></div><div>You leaned into the chair, watching as Scaramouche thrust into you again and again with the help of your two hands on his hips. Eyes dazed and clouded, he could no longer focus on the details. He didn’t notice how you degraded him, how it was basically you that guided his cock in and out of your pussy.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>But he was gone, far too gone. Sensations around his body sent him on a rollercoaster, and his dick felt numb, the slightest tingle of heat climbing up his chest. He felt good, that was all that mattered in him dumbed up state.<br><br></div><div>Your hand came to caress the skin of cheek, a sickening laugh erupting from your lips as you focused on the way he stared at you. “I fucked you dumb didnt I?” You cooed, never stopping the motion of your other hand guiding him in and out of your pussy. “Fucked you so good that you cant even talk.”<br><br></div><div>He just hummed in response, lips breaking off into a moan.<br><br></div><div>“Good,” you whispered to him, pulling his head closer to rest against your shoulder. “Such a good boy for me.”<br><br></div><div>And then your hands were on his neck, squeezing slightly to alter the pitch of his moans as you lead his face down to yours. Till you pressed a kiss to his gentle lips, a once in a lifetime opportunity where you could take control of the kiss, of him. Licking his bottom lip and sliding your tongue in to rub against his. Lips parting to kiss, his dumbed out whimpers a musical melody in tune with the pace of your hands dragging his dick in and out of your overstimulated cunt.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>_-_-_-_</strong></div><div><strong>Quick Tip</strong> - Uhm…? Run? Similarly to Childe, Scaramouche aint gonna react positively in the morning. Might discard your body for seeing him in that state. Jeez… what's up with the harbingers….<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>ALBEDO</strong> knows both his and your sleeping patterns, and he often leaves early to do his experiments or just because he’s used to starting the day productively. Although there will be times that he will stay on the bed, most likely those times when you are facing his side and he just can’t help but be allured by your beauty—he still thinks you’re pretty in your sleep:( and he’s probably the type to lightly brush his fingers on your cheeks in appreciation and contentment while a soft smile is grazed on his face. pls have you seen the smile he has on the event? yeah that’s it but a much softer one<br><br></div><div><strong>CHILDE</strong> sometimes wakes up early to attend to his missions. There are times that you would have to wake up alone because he’s busy. However, if he’s not and his day is free, he stays with you and you would even wake up earlier than him. When you do and you try to get out of the bed or his arms, he would whine, even in his sleep—or is he half asleep?, and try to stop you until you have no choice but to relent to his wishes.<br><br></div><div><strong>DILUC</strong> is also a rather busy man. It’s almost impossible to see him on the other side of the bed—almost. He can be persuaded when you unconsciously reach out to him or if you already have an arm around his own arm or even his waist, not allowing him to go anywhere for the meantime. He’d hate to wake you up and if he is indeed free for the day, he will try to close his eyes again to sleep but not before pulling you more towards his warmth and place a sweet kiss on your forehead, all the while brushing the hair off of your face. Then, you two will sleep for until you want to.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAEYA</strong> does have moments when he stays in bed, but most of the time, he does have things to do for his work as the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius. During the former, when his eyes flutter open and see you awake but still half-asleep—yes you two wake up at the same time, he would open his arm wordlessly and you’d automatically nuzzle into his chest while he drapes his arm over your form, letting the cool temperature of the early morning be enjoyed by the both of you and the drowsiness take over once again.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAZUHA</strong>, on the other hand, is probably the rarest, especially if you don’t work with him at the Crux. However, he does take the initiative of going back to your shared home and stay there whenever the Crux or Beidou herself decides to come back to Liyue for a while–maybe for her to see someone from the Qixing since she got called again, he supposes. Anyway, he’s one of those who actually stays on the bed with you and waits for you to wake up. He has this habit of waking up, opening the windows to get more fresh morning air and then go back to you; looking at you lovingly for a little while before leaning in and lightly pressing his lips on your temple before falling into slumber again, feeling at peace with you here with him.<br><br></div><div>you’ll rarely see <strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong>, and if you do, he doesn’t stay any longer. At those rare times that he does stay in, he’s particularly lazy that day and he just wants to lay in bed for a couple more minutes. An hour would be nice if the others don’t decide to wake him. Those are the only times that you’d wake up with an arm over your head and his hand by your back while his other one was draped over his eyes, as if he had woken up but decided to sleep in once again. At these times do you let yourself enjoy the moment and eventually wait for him to wake up, even falling unconscious when you feel sleepy. And if he is still with you, he’d probably wake at the same time as you and look at you at least softer than he does usually, a certain kind of emotion in his eyes but you’ll never fathom what it was, it’s just there. Little do you know, it’s his own way of showing admiration and value—his still-sleepy mind wondering how much longer could he keep someone like you in this chaotic world of his.<br><br></div><div><strong>VENTI</strong> is not only a bed hogger, and he hogs you too—literally. He likes clinging onto you and it would be so damn hard to get away from him. He’ll whine whenever you try to escape, telling you “Don’t go~” probably with closed eyes. He’s half-awake, you see. So whenever he feels lazy in the morning—which is practically almost most of the time, you’d have to stay in and be lazy too. If you have important matters to attend to, you’d have to convince him that you do or you’ll just have to sneak out since he’s quite a heavy sleeper especially if he went by Angel’s share the night prior. Nonetheless, if you do stay, he’d pull you even more to him and hook his limbs over your own, preventing you from escaping his hold before fully going back to sleep.<br><br></div><div>adepti don’t sleep, <strong>XIAO</strong> often says. What he meant to say is that adepti don’t need sleep but most of them do anyway. There’s not much to do so why bother not to? For him, he just doesn’t want to sleep because he doesn’t need it, simple as that. Meaning, it is extremely rare to wake with him by the other side of the bed and he’s still sleeping. Whenever you do, he might have fallen asleep while propped up, one leg on the bed while the other dangling outside, leaning on the headboard, arms crossed. If you so much as move a little bit, he’ll wake up and be wary of his surroundings before turning his gaze on you with “Are you going to get up?” When you shake your head no and nuzzle near his side before closing your eyes, he’d hesitate a little bit. However, you’d feel a hand by the back of your head, palm pressed on the pillow, as if showing in action about his next few words that will lull you back to the dream world. “Rest more. When you wake, I’ll be here.”<br><br></div><div><strong>ZHONGLI</strong> has a schedule and he’s very responsible about it. However, ever since you had moved in with him, he had become accustomed to staying with you until you woke up when he didn't have work to do for the day or when Hu tao allows him to take the day off. He would sit by your side, still, on the bed, a hand hovered over your head to softly caress your hair. Sometimes, he has a book on hand as he waits for you to open your eyes. But when you call for his name and tell him to sleep a little bit more with you, he’d close his book and put it away while chuckling softly, “Well, if that is what you wish, here I am. You can sleep as much as you want.” And he’ll still continue caressing your hair because he knows it just soothes you and will help you get back to sleep easily. He will decide not to do the same but he may do so anyway because looking at you makes sleep more alluring than before.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>waking up next to them</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Albedo<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Too many times Albedo would work through the night, spending his entire day in the labs doing research, taking notes</li><li>There were times you’d find him passed out in a random spot in the lab. Once he was leaning over one of the counters, another time he was whipped out in a chair, his head dripping between his legs</li><li>In fact, you’d practically had to beg him, or get someone to carry him to bed if you expected him to be there in the morning</li><li>It was such a pleasure to wake up next to him on these rare occasions. Being able to see his face slowly appear under the light of the rising sun, his hair unkempt, the braid undone and falling against his neck</li><li>You couldn’t get enough of his sleeping face no matter where you found him; most people didn’t know that Albedo smiled when he slept, but you did&nbsp;</li></ul><div>Albedo shifted, the motion pulling him from his sleep. He looked a bit confused, his eyes looking over the room, his head turning until it came to a stop in your direction.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Hello,” you smiled at him, his expression still finding its way into the waking world. It melted your heart as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched in an effort to wake up.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“How did I get here?” he asked, a yawn stretching his face.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I had one of the knights carry you here. We found you passed out in the labs.” you brushed some of the loose hairs away from his face.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“How long have I been sleeping?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Mmm, not sure. At least five hours.” You sit up and let your legs dangle off of the bed. You’re sure he will want to get back to his research as soon as possible.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Hmm …”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Standing, you made your way to the dresser, looking through the clothes in an effort to figure out what to wear for the day. Your hair moves suddenly and you turn at the sensation. You’re surprised when you see Albedo standing behind you, his fingers messing with the hem of your shirt.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Albedo?” you ask, curious.<br><br></div><div>“Do you always wear this to bed?” he pulled at the fabric, stretching it and rubbing it between his fingers.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Yeah, mostly.” you started to feel the embarrassment on your face. His fingers were so close to your hips, a place he hadn’t touched in a while.<br><br></div><div>“It’s soft,” his fingers drifted down to your underwear. His nails grazed your skin as they ran along the edge of the fabric. When his eyes connected with yours you felt your heart skip a beat.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Where did you get it?” one of his hands slipped underneath your shirt.<br><br></div><div>“I don’t know, I’ve always had it …” the flush of your skin sending shivers through you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He asked you question after question, and each time he put his hands somewhere else. He pulled you away from the dresser so he could walk behind you, his eyes piercing even if you couldn’t see them. It drove you crazy the way he looked at you like one of his research specimens. <em>Poking you, touching you, tasting you, all so he can see just how far you’ll go.&nbsp;<br></em><br></div><div>After several frustrating minutes you snap. You turn to him, grab his head in your hands and kiss him. Within seconds his hands grip onto your hips and pulls you closer, enjoying the frustration he’s caused. The two of you stumble back to the bed and topple into the sheets. Albedo hovers over you, a smile on his face.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“You didn’t last as long as I thought you would,” he smirks.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Screw you,” you bite back, but your bite is weak and worthless, just the way he planned. In desperation you pull him closer to you, his breath warming each location his lips touch. He moves painfully slow, making deliberate choices about where to run his fingers, where to place his lips, how much pressure to use for the leg resting between yours. He gets great enjoyment from watching you squirm under him. You know full well he expects you to be specific about what you want from him. Otherwise, he will do whatever he wants, and if that’s the case, you won’t be able to stand his pace. &nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Albedo,” you whine out his name, the heat inside of you radiates on his left.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I won’t know unless you tell me…” his voice is dangerous and wicked as he whispers against your ear.<br><br></div><div><strong>Kaeya<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Kaeya <strong><em>LOVESSsss</em></strong> sleeping next to you - he will do it any chance he can get&nbsp;</li><li>He’d make sure that he caught up on all that missed time if he ever had to sleep away from you, or work late nights for the knights&nbsp;</li><li>Most of the time you’d have a hard time getting a good look at his face, sense he enjoyed spooning you or keeping you in his arms throughout the night</li><li>If you ever did catch his sleeping face you’d hardly know it was Kaeya</li><li>His normally confident appearance was gone, and even still he was beautiful. There was something about the way his mouth looked when he was completely relaxed, you were able to get an entirely different perspective on just how lovely he was - and how much he trusted your closeness&nbsp;</li></ul><div>The sound of chirping birds and footsteps on cobblestone woke you up. When you looked to the window there was a bird singing away, indifferent to your desire to keep sleeping. Rubbing your hands against your face you noticed there was something heavy resting over your waist. Shifting, you could feel the body of another flush against you, the heavy scent of dried fruit and spices surrounding you.<br><br></div><div>Without looking you knew it was Kaeya. When did he get into bed, you wondered. Well, whenever he did, he made sure to leave absolutely no space between the two of you. His arm stretched over your waist, his other hand tucked underneath your head, and his chest pressed against your back. Your hair moved against the back of your neck as you felt a hot release of air. Even when he was asleep he managed to give you shivers.<br><br></div><div>You had a few things to take care of today so you reluctantly attempted to slip out from his arms. Reaching for the edge of the bed, you readied yourself to pull away from Kaeya’s grasp. You only made it a few inches before being pulled back into his arms. This time though your back was against the bed and your face was <em>extremely</em> close to the sleeping knight.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You gave it another valiant attempt, only to be unsuccessful.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Third time's the charm … <strong>nope</strong>.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You were getting frustrated until you heard a soft chuckle escape the lips of your sleeping partner.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Kaeya, are you awake?” you huff.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Nope,” he responds, his face unmoving.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Mhm ... I have to get up.” You try to wiggle out from under him for a fourth time but he tightens his arms around you harder than before.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Spend some time with me…” his tone is childish and he pouts his lip at you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I will later, but right now, I gotta get up.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Fine,” his eyes flutter open and he releases you from his hold. “Can you grab me the watch over on the table there first?” He points behind him, and you see the requested item laying on his bedside table.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Narrowing your eyes, you reach over his body extending your arm out toward the watch. You never make it.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Kaeya grabs your vulnerable body and turns you over so he can lay on top of you, capturing your mouth with his. His chest presses against yours while his hands explore your body as if they were determined to lay claim to every inch. Pulling away from your mouth he makes quick work moving down to your chest. You feel the weight of his lips and the sharpness of his teeth on the sensitive skin below your throat, and you dig your hands into his sapphire hair at the sensation.<br><br></div><div>Your moans fill the air as his hands play a dangerous game in the space between your legs. It’s unbelievably unfair how he can turn you into a yearning mess, how he can make your hips move on their own as they beg him you up with those devilish fingers.<br><br></div><div>“You’re going to be late,” he murmurs over your nipples, his lips so close.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“mmhm,” is all you can manage to get out before he makes you worthless under his touch.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>Zhongli<br></strong><br></div><ul><li><strong><em>Imagine imagine IMAGINE waking up next to him - *heart explosion sound*</em></strong></li><li>Zhongli’s sleeping face, ugh - his eyelashes, his relaxed jaw, the way the light plays off of his hair that’s fallen in his face</li><li>He doesn’t sleep with a shirt on so you get to look at his chest with total abandon, you see it rise and fall, you get to hear the soft breath leaving his slightly opened mouth</li><li>seeing his exposed back, just within reach. His shoulders relaxed and the muscles accentuated - <em>how do you keep your hands away from that ???</em></li><li>He’d get a huge kick out of your reaction when he catches you staring at him, his eyes lighting up</li></ul><div>As you look at Zhongli’s restful expression, you can’t help but be amazed at how someone as dashing as him could have settled for you. In your eyes his beauty is unparalleled - frustratingly so.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Your eyes drift down from his face and onto his neck, then his collar bone, his chest slowly rising and falling under his breath. He is like a painting, and as hard as you’d like to reach out and stroke the paper, you’d be afraid of disturbing it’s beauty. Letting out a sigh you look back up at his face and find him looking back at you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Oh…!” you exclaim, the blood rushing to your face.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Morning,” his voice is deep, as it always was in the morning. He gave you a gentle smile which reached his eyes.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>In sheer embarrassment, and the inability to look at him, you covered your face, “good morning,” you responded behind your makeshift barrier.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“You were looking at me,” <em>was he closer? </em>You didn’t dare lower your hands.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Sorry ...”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“It’s fine. You are welcome to look at me.” you felt his fingers work their way around yours and with barely any strength he pulled them away from your face, “as long as I can look at you.” There was something dangerous hidden behind his eyes, and good lord it knocked the wind out of you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>With a jolt you sit up, your heart pounding and the blood in your veins on fire. Every inch of your body burned. The bed shifted underneath you and you felt the warmth of Zhongli’s fingers shift your hair from your neck. His touch was unbelievable.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He didn’t say a word, he just kissed the sensitive space behind your ear. He let out a quiet hum and it’s shockwave ran the length of your spine.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Zhongli …” you breathe, tightening your grip onto the sheets pooled around your waist. His elegant fingers worked their way under your shirt and with ease it was gone, tossed to the floor with abandon.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>With the removal of your shirt, he had left your upper half completely exposed. A hand slid along your heaving ribcage before cupping your breast, his fingers stretching enveloping it. His lips trailed down the side of your neck and along the curve of your shoulder; blanketing you in his kisses.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>The pace of your breaths made it impossible for enough oxygen to make it to the parts of your brain needed for logic. You felt like a complete fool, completely and utterly at his mercy.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>In desperate effort to grasp back to reality you turned your head toward him, your face flushed and eyes lustful. He chuckled at the sight of you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“This is a nice morning, let’s appreciate it together.” he whispered against your lips before taking them, and your sanity.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>GENSHIN BOYS AS MIDNIGHT/LATE NIGHT SHENANIGANS</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>kaeya: </strong>he spams your phone with the taco emoji because he just got done watching pride and prejudice for the sixth time and romance makes him very hungry. you can try to decline his offer but he knows how to pick locks and you don’t think your roommate is going to be very happy with kaeya breaking into your room and waking them up.<br><br></div><div><strong>zhongli:</strong> 12am grocery store runs because he just found this really good recipe online and he couldn’t wait to try it out. you’re both in your pajamas searching the shelves for ingredients, making sure in your tired state (not him he’s wide awake) you don’t accidentally get any of the wrong ingredients and have to end up driving back here again because knowing zhongli? he won’t stop till it’s perfect.<br><br></div><div><strong>diluc: </strong>late night visits to the lake. sure the water is kinda cold. he keeps making fun of how hard your nipples are and splashing you with water but, your heart is fluttering at the way the moonlight shines against his eyes when he asks if he can kiss you. and once you two are done, he’ll let you wear his jacket on the drive back home, with one hand on your thigh.<br><br></div><div><strong>childe:</strong> sneaking into an observatory because he’s a romantic burglar, <em>kidding</em> but don’t ask where he leaned to hop a fence that easily. he takes your hand pulling you towards the telescope, showing you as much of the night sky as possible. he’ll drop a few cheesy lines that make you giggle but ultimately (even if you do end up as a felon after this) you wouldn’t want to stare at the stars with anyone else.<br><br></div><div><strong>albedo: </strong>lingering around the city hours after your date has ended, it’s almost midnight and he should have had you tucked into your bed by now but you both just keep making excuses to <em>not</em> leave the other. you walk hand in hand in the park, competing to see who can swing the highest. drive in circles because you don’t want to leave the car before this song is over, but in truth it’s just an excuse to spend more time together. and they just keep pilling up until unbeknownst to him you dozed up in the passenger seat, tired from a long night of adventures with him.<br><br></div><div><strong>xiao:</strong> staying on facetime because you just miss him. both of your eyes are droopy with fatigue but you carry on talking and laughing in your half asleep states as you tell a funny story about your first date together. xiao knows he should be asleep, he has an early class tomorrow after all but then he hears your laughter through the speakers of his phone and his heart begs for just a <em>little</em> while longer with you.<br><br></div><div><strong>kazuha: </strong>late night screenings of bad white and black movies are his favorite. do you know what else is his favorite? dragging you along so you can share popcorn and dance in the halls of the theater because nobody is there to judge how he wiggles his butt against yours. except for you of course. you tell him he has horrible dance moves (with love ofc) and that he should just stick to writing you poetry.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ul><li><em>#--Albedo</em></li></ul><div>Albedo was surprised by the drawing you made. Sure, it was only for Klee, but the amount of detail you put in it was extraordinary.<br><br></div><div>“You never cease to amaze me, Y/n.”<br><br></div><div>He had only seen two as you didn’t draw often, thinking it was a waste of time.<br><br></div><div>The first time he saw one of your drawings was when you were playing with Klee. The two of you found yourselves in a drawing contest. Albedo was experimenting so he was distracted.<br><br></div><div>“Y/n, let’s do a drawing contest!” Klee says enthusiastically.<br><br></div><div>“Sure, Klee. But what would we draw?” She looked around your surroundings and found something or more like someone to draw.<br><br></div><div>“Ooohh, Albedo, Albedo!” You chuckle at her suggestion but decide to go along with it.<br><br></div><div>“Of course Klee. On the count of three, we start. One, two, three, go!” You and Klee start drawing Albedo but he was too busy to notice. When he finally noticed, he asks what’s going on.<br><br></div><div>“Hello, Y/n and Klee. What are doing?” By the time he asked, you and Klee were already done drawing.<br><br></div><div>“Me and Y/n did a drawing contest! Look, Big brother Albedo, we drew you!” Klee excitedly announced.<br><br></div><div>“Oh? Let me see.” Klee gives her drawing to him while Albedo grabs yours.<br><br></div><div>“Oh, wow. These are amazing.” He may sound emotionless, but both you and Klee know that he was saying it genuinely.<br><br></div><div>“Y/n, I didn’t know you could draw,” Albedo says shockingly.<br><br></div><div>“Well, I’ve been drawing since I was a kid. Of course, I’ve had some practice.”<br><br></div><div>“Ohhh, let me see!” Klee says eagerly.<br><br></div><div>“Oh, wow! This looks pretty, Y/n!”<br><br></div><div>“Why, thank you, Klee!” You say in a joking manner.<br><br></div><div>__________________________<br><br></div><ul><li><em>#--Keadehara Kazuha</em></li></ul><div>The first time he saw you drawing was when you and he were on the Alcor, on a sunny, boring day. You found a piece of paper and coal. You start drawing things that pop up in the back of your mind, so, you ended up drawing the Alcor from memory, and you have a good memory.<br><br></div><div>You then spent the next 2 hours drawing it and correcting mistakes. Meanwhile, Kazuha notices what you’re doing.<br><br></div><div>“Hello, darling. What are you accomplishing?” Kazuha asks confusedly as he never saw you draw.<br><br></div><div>“Hmm. Nothing.” You say as you crack your knuckles, tired from drawing.<br><br></div><div>“Oh? Then what is this?” He grabs the piece of paper you were working on and gives a face of amazement.<br><br></div><div>“Hey! Give that back! That’s not finished!” You try to get it back but fail.<br><br></div><div>“Wow, Y/n. This looks impressive.” Kazuha exclaims.<br><br></div><div>“You think? It’s not yet finished. I was planning on giving it to Beidou.” Quickly changing the mood.<br><br></div><div>“Oh? Why give it to Beidou?”<br><br></div><div>“Because it’s her boat that I’m drawing? It’s only appropriate to give to her.”<br><br></div><div>“Why not me?”<br><br></div><div>“You want to it? I mean, you keep that, I’ll just draw another one.”<br><br></div><div>“No love, you’ll just tire yourself out. Here. I’ll get you some water.”<br><br></div><div>“No, it’s fine, Kazuha. I’m fine.”<br><br></div><div>“Are you sure?”<br><br></div><div>“Yes, love.”<br><br></div><div>“Ok, then. I’ll go now. Good night.”<br><br></div><div>“Good night!” After that, you continue drawing, Kazuha secretly watching you (Not in a creepy way) until you go to sleep to make sure you’re ok.<br><br></div><div>__________________________<br><br></div><ul><li><em>#--Venti</em></li></ul><div>You go to Windrise to find peace while drawing Mondstadt from the outside view. While drawing, Venti spots you drawing on your sketchpad.<br><br></div><div>“Ah. Good afternoon, Windblume. What are you doing?” Venti greets and asks you cheerfully.<br><br></div><div>“Nothing. I’m just drawing.”<br><br></div><div>“Oooo. Let me see your beautiful drawing!”<br><br></div><div>“Later. It’s not finished yet.”<br><br></div><div>“Awh. Come on, Y/n. Pleeeaaaseeee??” Venti whines.<br><br></div><div>“Fine. Just don’t ruin it.”<br><br></div><div>“Yayy!” Venti gets your sketchpad and is in awe when he sees your drawing.<br><br></div><div>“Wow, Y/n! This looks magnificent!”<br><br></div><div>“Thank you. Now, give it to me. I still need to finish it.”<br><br></div><div>“Fine. But I get to keep it afterward.” You scoff and continue to work on your drawing while Venti watches you draw. He saw how focused you were, how cute you looked while drawing.<br><br></div><div>“Aww! You look adorable, Y/n!” You give him a confusing look but you decide to shrug it off and continue. After 3-4 hours of drawing, your fingers are tired from drawing. Meanwhile, Venti is laying his head on your shoulder and slept. By now, he should be at the tavern. Instead, he chose to stay with you.<br><br></div><div>“Hey, Venti. Wake up. I’m finished.” He wakes up after a few minutes of shaking him.<br><br></div><div>*Yawn* “Ahh. Good afternoon, Y/n. Why’d you wake me up?”<br><br></div><div>“I’m done!” You give him your sketchpad.<br><br></div><div>“Wow, Y/n! This looks exactly like Mondstadt!”<br><br></div><div>“Thank you, Venti!” You thank him.<br><br></div><div>“Now, if you excuse me, I will be sleeping.”<br><br></div><div>“What?” Right before you say anything else, he puts his head on your lap and drifts away. You, on the other hand, untangle his hair and play with it until midnight. By this time, you would have already slept, laying your head on the tree behind you.<br><br></div><div>__________________________<br><br></div><ul><li><em>#--Arataki Itto</em></li></ul><div>You are under one of the many sakura trees in Inazuma city. You decide to draw the wonderful scenery before you. A little later, Itto finds you while searching for the food stall that sells Dango Milk.<br><br></div><div>“Hello, there sunshine!” He says greeting you.<br><br></div><div>“Hello, hun.” You greet him in return.<br><br></div><div>“What are doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be with Kujou Tengu?”<br><br></div><div>“She was too busy. So, we had to cancel.”<br><br></div><div>“Mhmm, what are you doing now?”<br><br></div><div>“Drawing.”<br><br></div><div>“No way. Let me see!” He snatches your paper away.<br><br></div><div>“Hey! Give me that!” He chuckles as he sees your drawing.<br><br></div><div>“Hey! You didn’t tell me you could draw!” Itto whines.<br><br></div><div>“I just thought you wouldn’t be interested in it. That’s why I never told you.” You snatch the paper and go back to sitting down on the grass under the beautiful tree.<br><br></div><div>“Hey, Y/n?”<br><br></div><div>“Hmm?” You say in a questioning tone.<br><br></div><div>“Do you think you could draw me?”<br><br></div><div>“No. I’m busy.”<br><br></div><div>“Please? Pretty Please?” He gives puppy eyes and you, not resisting it, decide to go along.<br><br></div><div>“Fine. But after this.”<br><br></div><div>“Yes! I’ll go now. Bye, sunshine!”<br><br></div><div>“Bye, hun.” You continue to draw but little did you know, he was going to tell everyone about it.<br><br></div><div>“Hey everyone! Look at what the love of my life can do!” He shouts around the city until one of the commissions had to tell him to stop. He then goes to his gang and shows you off. His gang will not hear the end of it.<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>• NSFW-Ish Imagine •</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Imagine you're helping Albedo on his lab in Dragonspine and during the experiments he keeps asking you to "grab that potion there", or "give me this instrument" but you're just so focused on him that you take some seconds to understand what he said and to go and pick the items.<br><br></div><div>That situation keeps repeating until Albedo notices your attention is centered on him instead of the experience you both are doing and he decides to help you focus using a <em>'different method'<br></em><br></div><div>After you're finished, he came back to his experiment like nothing happened, and you could hear clearly once he whispered to you: "Perhaps now you can finally help me finish this experiment, right, <strong><em>doll</em></strong><em>?"<br></em><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>What they want to say to you</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>ALBEDO</strong> wants to ask more about you. He wants to engrave your memory in his mind and let you take over his whole entirety. Why, you ask? That part, he doesn't know yet. Maybe it’s a result of his search for his last mission from his master, or maybe something more, a reason rooted in his soul, heart and mind that no science and logic can explain. His master told him to find the meaning of the world, and he did ask about it to people. Most said something about love, and he couldn’t help but wonder if knowing you more can help him realize his own definition of the meaning of the world.<br><br></div><div><strong>CHILDE</strong> will take it to his grave, but the thought of you leaving him scares him. It makes him feel vulnerable and weak, but you’re his strength, you became one of the reasons why he fights, you became one of the only people whom he wants to protect and lay his life for. If you were to leave him, sure he knows people leave all the time, he’s not a child. But what if you really leave? What if you get tired of waiting for him every time he has a mission? He doesn’t have trust issues, he knows and feels your love for him, but it’s a thought inside of his mind that he doesn’t even want to voice out, because if he does, he’s afraid it just might come true.<br><br></div><div><strong>DILUC</strong>, every night, he whispers to you “i’m sorry,” thinking that you’re already asleep whenever he does so. Sometimes you’re awake when you hear him and then you’ll continue to pretend to be sleeping as you turn around and wrap your arms in his warmth, leaning your head on his chest sleepily. He believes you’re still asleep, but even if he kind of doubts that thought, he still continues to apologize to you. He’s sorry that he doesn’t have the time to bond with you, doesn’t act like other lovers when you’re both out on a date, and everything else. He’s sorry about all of his shortcomings, and even if you didn’t mind all of them, he still does.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAEYA</strong> wants to tell you everything about him. He wants to tell you all of his secrets, his lies, his life. He wants you to know everything, he wants to be bare in front of you and show you that he is devoted to you, that he can be vulnerable for you. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t do any of those, and now he’s wondering for how long can he keep all of these without losing you at all.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAZUHA</strong> has a thought in the back of his mind that he wants you to meet his family (or closest friends) back in Inazuma. He knows it’s not yet allowed for him to do so, or maybe you’re not ready yet, but when the perfect time comes, he will surely take you to his family home and introduce you to the people who he cherishes and who he also left to run away from the electro archon. He loves you, and he’d be glad to see all the people he loves and cares for in a single room. (However if you’re not comfortable with it, he can be disappointed about it but he sill accept it nonetheless)<br><br></div><div><strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong> always says what he wants to say, but he never quite tells you “I love you.” “I love you, how are you alright if I don’t say those words at all? How can you still be vulnerable in front of me if I can’t do the same to you?” These thoughts rarely come to his mind, but they do, every once in awhile; when he’s not preoccupied, or maybe when he is deep in thought it just randomly comes out of nowhere. This is something he can never voice out to anyone, but at those rare times, it’s kind of scary that there’s a tug in his heart mind to say it on your face. So far, it’s still a mystery till this very day if he can really do it.<br><br></div><div><strong>VENTI</strong> wants you to be immortal. That’s right, it’s the very thing he kept in his mind no matter how he always blurts out so many things. Although, it may slip out of his lips if he was very very very drunk. If you were a mortal, he’d surely think of ways he can do to spend more time with you, even if he would have to defy all odds. But maybe it’s just a crazy thought… or is there a way? If there is, he’d find it out.<br><br></div><div>Not specifically to you, but <strong>XIAO</strong> had always had that thought in the very corner of his mind; what would it be like to quit from his duties, be free from his karma, and live with you till eternity? It’s not possible, right? None of those are possible. But what if? What if he could turn away from being an adeptus, like many others did? What if he could heal himself from his karmic debt? What if you and him can build a normal life together until you two grow old and grey and with your grandchildren? What will that kind of life feel like? Will he truly be happy?<br><br></div><div><strong>ZHONGLI</strong>, no matter how selfish it sounds like, wants to say how much he doesn’t want to lose you to death. Like Venti, he had lived a long time, but he had lived longer. And also like Venti, he’d have this desire to have you stay longer, be given more time. Even if he admits that he can accept that you are a mortal and you were meant to live a way shorter life than his, his heart couldn’t help but be greedy. After all, a heart of stone is still a heart nonetheless.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Are you still the only one?</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>It had been days since you’ve seen him longer than a mere good morning or goodbye, talked to him like you did every night, whispering to each other about random things in your heads. You knew it was time to approach him and maybe inquire about the date he had forgotten several days ago or the spoiler dinner that you always had to throw the morning after.<br><br></div><div>However, just as you were about to do so, you watched along the sidelines as he conversed easily with the traveler, an immersed and focused look on both of their faces.<br><br></div><div>No, you weren’t angry. You were jealous. Jealous of how he seemed to have spent more time with this traveller than he did with you nowadays, and how much you missed having to bond with him as you did before. Jealousy is not good for a relationship, you know that.<br><br></div><div>But what can you do when your heart aches at the thought of losing his love for you when you’ve still got more for him?<br><br></div><div><strong>ALBEDO</strong> wouldn’t realize or even address your feelings unless you speak to him. He may question you why you feel this way, but he would understand it and consider your feelings as valid. He will then provide solutions that might help solve the problem by saying that he’ll come home early starting that day or finally take you out on the date he forgot a few days back. He will add that he cannot just stop talking or meeting with the traveler, but he will be wary of his actions and words nonetheless because there really was nothing going on with them.<br><br></div><div>Heaving a sigh, he’d crouch in front of your sitting form and capture your hands to his, making you look him in the eye—his beautiful eyes that you couldn’t possibly deny anything with. “We can resolve this, don’t worry. I may not understand why you feel jealous all of a sudden, but I will accept it because they’re your feelings and you’re entitled to feel them. My love for you will never waver, we have a way through this, stay strong, my love.”<br><br></div><div><strong>CHILDE</strong> would probably be one of those who will not take you seriously. “What should I do? It’s not like there’s anyone else who can spar with me as well as the traveler. It’s not like you could, can you?” he might even say such harsh words and be quite insensitive--what can you expect, he’s a Harbinger, you’d think. By the time he’d see the damage of his statements, however, he’d regret it almost immediately. He sighs, turning to face you directly. He’d want to reach out to your hand but he already knew he had hurt you, it would pain him to get rejected.<br><br></div><div>“Look, I know I’ve been busy lately, but what I and the traveler have is special. And-” there seems nothing for him to say at that point because you’d interject with a harsh voice, questioning him further. This pushes him to say what he shouldn't be supposed to however, “What do you want me to do?! This is my job, I can’t possibly give you more than I could now!”<br><br></div><div>And if you walk out of his life right there and then, he won’t follow you out of pride. In the end, that is the one thing he will regret.<br><br></div><div><strong>DILUC</strong> will be annoyed, but he’s trying his best to calm down. He didn’t want to lash out on you especially if you’re calmly handling this too. But if he's been busy lately, it is because of his work and that he’s getting pretty stressed lately. Knowing him, he handles everything on his own and maybe ask some help from the traveler. And for you to say that you’re jealous? It’s so stressful for him as well. Still, even if he’s distressed with the situation, he’d try to stay calm.<br><br></div><div>“What is it that you want more, Y/n? You have me, you have this mansion, you have everything I could give you, what more do you possibly want that I haven’t given?” Take note that these are all his stress building up. If you don’t get affected by these—which is a difficult thing to do, you can coax him to relax for a bit and talk about the situation when he’s calm.<br><br></div><div>But if not and you choose to say about what he lacks—his time, then he won’t back out. He already had too much in his load and you demand more? That’s unfair. “We might as well part ways if you choose to act this way, Y/n.” And even if his heart aches every time he sees you after that, he won’t have the courage to face you anymore. He knows he messed up a huge lot by then.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAEYA</strong> will seem like he won’t take you seriously, but he really did. He’s also someone who doesn’t really have a tendency to get mad easily at such things. Furthermore, it actually eases his mind at the thought that you liked him enough to the point of being jealous of someone who was worth getting jealous of nonetheless. After all, he understands and could not deny that he had been with the traveler more often than not these past few days. But he’d assure you that there was nothing going on.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAZUHA</strong> is a natural smooth talker. Even if he does not intend to bring those flowery words, he does anyway. No matter what however, he’s a loyal man and he’d prove it again to you by both words and actions. “The stars and moon are a witness to my love for you, must you feel this way, I understand. Still, my dove, remember that my heart only belongs to you and you alone, no matter what.” he’d say. Starting from then on, he’d capture your heart again until you’d begin trusting him like you do before and rid of your jealousy once and for all.<br><br></div><div><strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong> will be annoyed, at best. Jealousy is for the weak, and what will he do, not do his work? “If you have a problem with it, it’s not mine to take care of.” he’d say. However, at least, what is good about him, is that he will be more mindful of his actions towards others. It may not be something he usually does but the thought of your state getting affected by him sets an uneasy feeling inside of him. Additionally, he may try to even give you more time or attention than previously. These actions are small, but he’s trying his best nonetheless. He’s heartless, but he’s not a two-timer, no. Alas, if you decide to stay with him, this is something he is proud of and he’d further be convinced that what you two have is more powerful than such things like jealousy.<br><br></div><div>you thought <strong>VENTI</strong> would take you seriously if you casually brought it out? No. The thing with him is that unless you act serious and make him understand, he will see how serious it really is. If you don’t, he won’t. He isn’t mortal, he wouldn’t understand human emotions unless you show him what you're feeling. The best thing to do is talk to him, hands probably tangled to each other, maybe cuddling will also give the moment some sort of privacy and intimacy, to rebuild what was momentarily lost.<br><br></div><div><strong>XIAO</strong> will most likely handle it the worst, honestly. He doesn’t have mortal emotions and he’s always adjusting with them for you. But now, you have a problem with one of the only trusted friends he has? “Those pointless jealousy you mortals have, what good does it bring you to feel this way? Utterly insignificant. If you wish me to part with the traveler, that is not something I could do. This is not my problem, solve it yourself.” It’s not even a surprise if this would lead to a bigger fight. Patience is all you need to get this into his head, but with him growing colder and farther away from you, it seems that even you will have your own limitations.<br><br></div><div><strong>ZHONGLI</strong> is probably the most intuitive and easy to understand you above everyone else. Yes, he may not have experience with mortal jealousy, but he’d seen it with gods of course, not in a romantic way like it is now however, but he can relate to it either way. He also doesn’t confront you unless you move away from him or give any indication that you’re uncomfortable in his presence. If it was a non-confrontational situation, he’d try his best to give you more time than he did these few days and when I say that he’s going to be consistent about it, he definitely will now. “My actions may have clouded your mind and in turn made you lost a little bit of trust on me, but believe me when I say that my love for you will be as strong as anything I can make. You have no need to worry for I will be yours until the end.”<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>— take a slice. </title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Why are you wearing that?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I thought you would react better to your gift.”<br><br></div><div>“This is a gift?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You sigh as your eyes linger on your reflection in the mirror. Albedo was only blocking half of the view as he stood before you. He seemed to disapprove but you knew that he liked the idea, at least you hoped so. The day prior you had begged Sucrose to give you her alchemist uniform, honestly after wearing it you thought Albedo would be ecstatic. It did look good on you, the dress hugging you a bit tighter than it did Sucrose. But maybe the complication you refused to think about before surfaced in him instead. Pushing your bottom lip out, you pour and tear your eyes away from the reflection. Noticing this Albedo wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, effectively burying your face in his chest.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“You do…” he swallows. “You do look beautiful, it’s just...I don’t know, wouldn't it be weird-- For you that is?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“For me?” you inquire as you pull away and look up.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Sucrose does have a minor infatuation towards me after all,” he continues and you raise an eyebrow. Averting his eyes he starts to ramble, his voice going up an octave. “Not that it’s important, of course. I-I’ve never thought of her in that light. She’s just a colleague.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You can’t help but giggle at his newly found embarrassment. Shaking your head, you playfully hit his chest prompting him to stop. The faint shade of red dusting across his cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by you and you figure you could unleash the beast laying dormant inside of him.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“You can’t fool me Albedo,” you purr, slightly raising on your toes you caress the side of his face. He holds his breath. “I’m sure, before me that is, you imagined fucking every thought out of Sucrose’s head while you worked--”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“T-That’s not--”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Are you telling me you never felt pent up at work?” you continue barely in a whisper. Your other hand ghosts over his body, going lower and lower until you feel a rather mouth watering bulge. “You never wanted to fuck the stress away? It happens to the best of us you know--”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Have <em>you?”&nbsp;<br></em><br></div><div>You try hard not to smile. He fell for the trap. Looking up you notice the hints of jealousy lingering in his eyes, his hands that laid softly on your waist before now squeezing your flesh. It made a cold shiver run up your spine, you feign embarrassment as you reply.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Before you? Of course. It’s normal to fantasize about people.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Who?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Shit. This time you can’t help but bite your lip, the tone of his voice almost makes you moan out loud. Stern mixed with hints of anger and jealousy. You shiver as you fully cup his bulge, you start to rub it, the heat radiating driving you insane. Albedo clicks his tongue with annoyance as he grabs your wrists and moves your hand away, you feel a bit disappointed but you figured he wouldn’t just let you stroke him without receiving an answer.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Kaeya.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Kaeya,” he repeats, clearly pissed off. For a moment you’re scared that you’ve taken it too far but that doesn’t seem to be the case as he throws you to the bed and climbs on top of you. “Do you still think about him at work?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Do you think about <em>her?</em>”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You don’t expect him to suddenly pull you off of the bed so when he does you squeal, your world spins until it stills again. You notice that you’re laying stomach first on Albedo’s lap, his hand promptly squeezing your ass. Letting out a shaky breath you try to control yourself, maybe a joke would ease him up a bit? But before you can say anything he rolls up your skirt, exposing you completely. You hear him taking in a sharp breath when he realizes you didn’t wear anything underneath.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Were you anticipating this?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You reply with silence. Your body is trembling with want, your bare cunt already drooling and clenching with a need to be filled. He laughs as his fingers ghosts over your heat, it makes you whine and push your ass further up.<br><br></div><div>“What’s wrong? Suddenly you’re so silent, where did all your confidence go?” he mocks, before he continues he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back. The strain on your neck feels unbearable, you try to say something but only choked out nonsense leaves your lips. “Do you think I don’t know what you’re trying to do?” he continues. “Trying to get me all riled up by mentioning Kaeya, you won’t be getting what you want. You know I don’t tolerate childish behavior.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>He lets go and your head falls back in place, tears already starting to flood your eyes. You quiver as you feel Albedo’s fingers parting your folds and pushing in. He’s already knuckle in deep and it embarrasses you how easy you made it for him. He starts to pump two digits in and out, the squelching making your face burn, your heart starts to thud loudly against your chest and your voice gradually becomes louder and louder. Albedo wiggles his fingers and pushes them in deeper, your back arches as he bends them and presses right under your bladder. Your cunt squeezes around him and heat starts to build up in your lower abdomen, it feels so good, so so good--<br><br></div><div>Then it’s gone.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Wha--Albedo please--”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“It wouldn’t be much of a punishment if I just let you cum now, would it?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“N-No…”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Good, you understand the situation you’re in. Hopefully you won’t play tricks after tonight.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Albedo pushes his fingers in once more and it makes you cry out. He adds another and scissors them inside you, stretching your hole and making your mind feel numb. Spit dribbles down your chin and you start to grind against his leg, as much as you could. But the friction was nowhere near enough to satisfy you. He chuckles at your distraught and speeds up his movements, only bringing you to the edge and stopping over and over again. It drives you mad. All you can think of is his cock, his beautiful, thick cock.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Please--!” you scream out when his fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot inside. “Fuck me, Albedo please, I’m sorry-- I’m so so sorry-- J-Just fuck me--”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Have you learned your lesson?” he asks, his voice caring hints of a tune. “I can do this all day you know. I love seeing you getting all desperate for me.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I have,” you quickly reply. “Please just fuck me, make me cum with your cock.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I really can’t say no to you.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Before you know it you’re on all fours with the tip of Albedo’s cock nudging your entrance. He bottoms out with ease and lets out a silent moan, you’re no better than he is, immediately collapsing when you feel his balls against your skin. Your arms give out but before you can fall he grabs both of them and hoists you up. He pulls his hips back and slams into you, your cunt squelching in the process.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Each time he pulls back strings of slick follow, the sound of skin slapping against skin making your head spin. Everything about him feels so good and he makes sure that you feel every bit of his cock with the angle of his hips. Your moans are uncontrollable, half of it consisting of his slurred out name, he’s also whispering things into your ear but you can’t process any of it. Your cunt tingles every time he buries his cock, pleasurable warmth washing over you each time. You feel his hand around your throat and he pulls you up, making you bend uncomfortably and face him, he hooks a finger in your mouth and forces it open. Your eyes roll back as you stick your tongue out, sticky fluids leaking down your cunt and staining your thighs.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“ ‘bedo more…” you moan, voice slurred. “Stir “Sucrose’s” pussy up more…”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“...shit--”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Albedo’s demeanor completely changes. His heaves raspy breaths as he releases you and takes a hold of your hips, his blunt nails leaving crescent shaped marks on your skin. He resembles much of a wild animal as he slams his hips. You can feel him reaching your deepest parts, you’re writhing underneath him, heat building, building and building. Finally you reach your breaking point as a wave of pleasure washes over you, your body tries to flinch away as clear fluid dribbles down his cock and balls. Now each thrust is like a jolt of electricity shooting up your spine, his movements are relentless, his cock disappearing into you over and over again.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“C-Cumming--!”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Albedo hugs you thighs as he buries himself deep, his pelvis sticking to your ass as he paints your walls white, endless thick ropes of cum squirting and filling you up. Your pussy twitches and clenches around his cock as another wave of pleasure hits you, the feelings are so intense that it makes you sob.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>When Albedo empties himself completely,&nbsp; he slowly pulls out and watches the mess of cum leaking out your pretty little hole unfold before him. His cock twitches at the sight.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Are...are you alright?” he manages to ask, his voice trembling.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Yeah,” your voice is hoarse. “That was amazing.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“May we do it again?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You smile as you turn yourself so you can lie on your back. Your body is acking, pussy throbbing, but you can’t say no to his pleasing face. You lift your trembling arms and he immediately climbs on top of you, you give him a hug as you take a deep breath of his scent.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Of course,” you say. “I am your present after all.”&nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Please Don&#39;t Go</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em>Xiao</em></strong></div><ul><li><em>He can see how tired you are. No matter how much you try, you always had this faraway look in your eyes.</em></li><li><em>You found comfort in Liyue, wrapped around the arms of the Vigilant Yaksha.</em></li><li><em>He kept you grounded, made you appreciate the life you built in this nation while you did the same for him.</em></li><li><em>You are his lifeline, and he was the new profound hope you had never thought to acquire.</em></li><li><em>You both learned from each other, you learned to let go and live in the moment. Little did he know, you stayed running away from tomorrow.</em></li><li><em>The future you planned to build with him was an uncertainty. It was only a plan to you, a possibility.</em></li><li><em>Until she came along, a fallen star from another world. He saw the spark in your eyes. It was a heavy feeling, seeing you so far away from his reach.</em></li><li><em>He saw how you held her as if Lumine was your only hope. He thought he was enough, but he was wrong to think that he will ever be your home.</em></li><li><em>He doesn't say anything, but he is secretly hoping you would stay. He knows in his heart that if there was a chance, you would book your way out of this land.</em></li><li><em>He knows and it hurts, because he would have done the same if he was given a chance to strip away all the pain and go back in time. He wouldn't even think about it, neither would you.</em></li><li><em>One night is all it took, you were up and running to follow the traveler for an adventure.</em></li><li><em>That night he knew he finally lost you. You were headed for Inazuma. After that...surely you would follow wherever she will go.</em></li><li><em>He just nods and disappears with a heavy heart. It hurts to think that he was only temporary.</em></li><li><em>But that's how it is, right? He was doomed to walk this land alone.</em></li></ul><div><strong><em>Childe</em></strong></div><ul><li><em>He understand the need to find your way back home, yet he cannot help but beg for you to stay.</em></li><li><em>He fought his way through so he can have a place in your heart. He succeeded but he never knew he was going to remain as a memory to you.</em></li><li><em>He is not surprised, but it hurts too much. He doesn't blame you for choosing them over him.</em></li><li><em>What else can he say? He was always going to choose his family over everything, even Tsaritsa herself cannot argue with his resolve.</em></li><li><em>He was secretly hoping you could be a part of that family though. Why was fate such a cruel joke?</em></li><li><em>Deep inside, he hope that one day he will get to see you again. Even just a glimpse on how you are doing.</em></li><li><em>Sometimes he wonders whether he was one of the reasons you left, even though you always reminded him how he was the best thing that ever happened to you in this world.</em></li><li><em>In this world, huh? So something in your world was far better.</em></li><li><em>If he wake up tomorrow will you still be here? The answer is no, you've left a long time ago.</em></li><li><em>He wishes you the best, maybe in the next life he can hold you again.</em></li></ul><div><strong><em>Scaramouche</em></strong></div><ul><li><em>He was used to being left alone and taken for granted.</em></li><li><em>He expected you to treat him the same and he was right.</em></li><li><em>For the first time in his life though, he cannot make himself blame you for leaving him.</em></li><li><em>He cannot blame you, alright? You were never his after all, this world was never yours either.</em></li><li><em>He saw how your eyes would dart around the room looking for an escape.</em></li><li><em>He saw how you would look at the stars that are foreign to you, longing to find a pattern so similar from back home.</em></li><li><em>You were tormented by this world just like him, but at least you knew the feeling of home even if it was far away, right?</em></li><li><em>He always had a feeling that if you were given the chance to find your way back home, you wouldn't hesitate.</em></li><li><em>He was so right that you didn't even spare him a glance.</em></li><li><em>You avoided his gaze, all your attention directed towards a certain individual.</em></li><li><em>What hurts him the most was that you even had the guts to say goodbye.</em></li><li><em>It hurts more that you even found a way to hug him one last time.</em></li><li><em>You were the one for him, but it was never meant to be.</em></li></ul><div><strong><em>Albedo</em></strong></div><ul><li><em>You were warm to touch or so he remembers.</em></li><li><em>He cannot help but paint your smile that could light up the room so he could recall of the days you were still with him.</em></li><li><em>You taught him how to love, but it was cruel to think that you took that love with you when you left.</em></li><li><em>Back to yesterday, he felt your warmth creeping up his skin. Kept trying to keep you in his head, but if not will your memory remain?</em></li><li><em>He was hoping that when he start another day, you will be right there staying just for him.</em></li><li><em>He wanted to wrap his arms around you once more, but you were no longer here to hold him close.</em></li><li><em>Albedo felt like a part of his soul left him when you followed the Traveler back home.</em></li><li><em>He remember watching you walk away. He can recall the tug in his heart that remained till this day. &nbsp;</em></li><li><em>He wanted to desperately call out your name, and beg you to stay just for him.</em></li><li><em>You were his first, and you will forever remain as his last.</em></li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>holiday fluff! genshin x gn!reader</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>xiao + ice skating<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>he'd never let you take him to the rink. not once.</li><li>xiao would say it was boring and useless, but you had a feeling it wasn't that...</li><li>as it edged closer and closer to christmas and the days grew colder, you finally convinced him to take you to an ice skating rink-- <em>somehow</em></li></ul><blockquote><em>"y/n i've told you before, i'm not taking you to the rink. ice skating is stupid."</em><em>"xiao pleaseeee!!! think of it as my christmas present, okay? just go with me!"</em></blockquote><ul><li>his face twitched slightly, you couldn't tell if it was from anger or whether he was trying to smile-</li><li>nevertheless, he took you there wordlessly through your giddiness</li><li>he laced your boots up for you and took your hand in his, leading you onto the ice</li><li>maybe leading was the wrong word</li><li>as soon as he stepped onto the slippery surface, his legs shook and threatened to collapse.</li><li>you tried so hard not to laugh as you steadied him around his waist</li><li>he blushed and looked away, mumbling something along the lines of <em>useless skates, </em>causing you to giggle and pull him along<em> </em>the rink</li><li>seasonal music played from the speakers of the arena, you lip-synced and sang along, intentionally trying to embarrass xiao</li><li>he cursed at you for it but you'd just skate away, leaving him stranded. his face was absolutely priceless</li><li>by the end of the day, he could skate by himself, you felt like a proud teacher</li><li>xiao insisted he learnt all by himself himself tho</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>albedo + snow day<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>you'd always admired snow, the pale substance was so beautiful and calm, it was one of your favourite things about dragon spine</li><li>the other being hanging out with albedo</li><li>he'd ask you to help out with his experiments from time to time, always offering a cup of tea and a painting session afterward</li><li>today was the same as ever, you were collecting star silver heading back to albedo's campsite</li><li>you found yourself staring at the piled-up snow in wrymrest valley, it seemed so light and fluffy, you yearned for the years when you would play in the snow</li></ul><blockquote><em>"y/n? are you okay? i noticed you were out for a little longer than usual."</em><em>"oh, albedo! it's nothing really, the snow just looks... peaceful."</em></blockquote><ul><li>albedo hummed, a moment of silence passed between you two before he started walking towards the pile</li><li>before you could even blink a ball of icy snow hit you square in the face</li><li>the rare sight of a grin could be seen on albedo's face, you'd never seen the playful side of him but you weren't complaining</li><li>you joined him in the depths of the snow, giggling together like little kids</li><li>the frosty air didn't bother you in the slightest, not when albedo was so warm, not when he was so close to you</li><li>in the purest of moments, the joy of the season.</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>diluc + christmas shopping<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>diluc was never good at buying gifts, in all honestly he would just give everyone a<em> 'pile 'em up' </em>and hope for the best</li><li>this year you practically forced him to go christmas shopping with you, after last years fiasco of gift exchanging you simply couldn't take it anymore</li></ul><blockquote><em>"diluc, giving someone your special dish does not count as a good gift, especially if it's for secret santa."</em><em>"but y/n, last year i got kaeya, surely you underst-"</em><strong><em>"especially if it's secret santa."</em></strong></blockquote><ul><li>he sighed, as much as he needed help with shopping, it was truly a pain that he drew you for this years secret santa</li><li>how were you supposed to help him shop for your own present???</li><li>nevertheless, you dragged him out to the market square, excitedly pointing at different items and talking animatedly the entire day</li><li>diluc enjoyed listening to you talk, he thought it was the cutest thing when your eyes would glow at the sight of qingxin flowers</li><li>you weren't looking, so he purchased a bouquet for you, diluc tapped you on the shoulder, spinning you around to face him</li><li>he handed you the flowers and you blushed wildly, surely everyone was staring!!</li></ul><blockquote>"diluc! we're shopping for your person, these shouldn't be for me, idiot!"</blockquote><ul><li>he only chuckled and pulled you into a tight hug, he'd buy you a bouquet every day if he could :]</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>scaramouche + exchanging gifts<br></strong><br></div><blockquote><em>"y/n how many times do i have to say to be patient, keep it up and i will literally just not give you anything."</em><em>"scaraaa!!!! don't be mean! it's christmas, you're not allowed to~"</em></blockquote><ul><li>scaramouche merely rolled his eyes walking off to the christmas tree without you</li><li>you hurriedly chased after him, your mind was a bit foggy considering it was early in the morning but you couldn't contain your excitement</li><li>you were sure scara would like the present you got him, a golden charm that he could hook onto his uniform</li><li>you sat and looked at him expectantly, he gave a deep sigh before telling you to shut your eyes</li><li>you did so and felt a cold box drop into your hands, opening your eyes you saw a metal container engraved with small flowers</li><li>you smiled at him widely and opened it, a small pendant on a silver chain was tucked inside the box</li><li>it was the prettiest thing you'd ever seen, you wrapped scaramouche into a hug, even though your eyes were shut, you could tell that he was flustered</li></ul><blockquote><em>"okay, okay! you can get off me now!"</em></blockquote><ul><li>letting go, you handed him his gift which he opened nonchalantly though he paused at the sight of the charm which worried you, perhaps he thought it was ugly</li><li>he breathed out a sigh and for the first time in forever he gave a genuine smile</li></ul><blockquote><em>"thank you, y/n. merry christmas"</em></blockquote>]]></description>
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         <title>𖤐 * ∿  CHAMPIONSHIP (FOR YOUR HEART)</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>𖥻&nbsp; ALBEDO ( COLLEGE AU )<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>you’re the new kid in his college</li><li>you transferred during his year. and although albedo is not really a social person, he does know <em>of </em>most of the people in his class</li><li>so he does notice you when you first walk in</li><li>and for a second he just thinks <em>wow</em>, and then snaps back into reality</li><li>and then he doesn’t pay you any mind</li><li>he sees you around campus a lot though - you tend to spend a lot of time in the library, which albedo notes</li><li>but then</li><li>you guys both take organic chemistry (hell), and the exam average is usually like a 60%</li><li>very few kids get As, and most of them are retakers</li><li>and albedo, being the prodigy he is, gets a 97, meaning he only got one question wrong</li><li>which is like ,, kinda Legendary, and although he chides himself, he is secretly proud of the 97</li><li>but then when the prof is reading off what the top score was, and says that the top was a perfect 100</li><li>then he kinda spaces out like <em>who?</em></li><li>it isn’t until later that he finds out that you were the top scorer, and that makes him a little bitter</li><li>but also his admiration for you just <em>spikes</em></li><li>nobody gets a 100 in organic chemistry without putting in the hard work</li><li>and albedo is a huge admirer of hard work</li><li>so he asks you if you want to work on one of his labs with him</li><li>and there’s something about the way that you look at 12am with your sleeves rolled up, and working with lab equipment</li><li>since some experiments are a big time commitment, you end up staying at his lab until early morning</li><li>and during those nights, you guys often walk to mcdonalds, or another restaurant to get food</li><li>there’s this one time when you’re both watching this thing, looking for results, when you just lean on his shoulder and fall asleep</li><li>and this man ?? combusts ??</li><li>he goes still, not wanting to awake you from your slumber</li><li>on weeks before exams, whenever you feel really stressed, he always goes over it with you slowly. even if it’s things you already know, because he knows it’ll make you more confident in yourself</li><li>you guys start playing a game that for every question you get right, and every question he gets right, you get a piece of a cookie that klee brought home</li><li>you nearly die from a sugar rush during the next exam</li><li>and there’s something about you leaning on his arm after a long night, or you when you smile after finding a new discovery during an experiment, that makes his heart skip a beat</li><li>he supposes he could call this experiment <em>love</em></li></ul><div><em>(more under cut!)<br></em><br></div><div><strong>𖥻&nbsp; CHILDE ( SUMMER CAMP AU )<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>as a kid, childe was 100% a summer camp kid</li><li>and as he got older, he eventually became a councilor at said summer camps</li><li>now you and him have been going to the same summer camp every year</li><li>unfortunately, the summer camp is only like 3 weeks long, but you guys have developed a rivalry over the years</li><li>mainly pertaining to capture the flag</li><li>when you became team captains as kids, you made it your life’s mission to beat each other</li><li>he tells himself you’re just a rival - you’re just another challenge for him to beat</li><li>it doesn’t explain why he looks for you every single summer, to make sure you’re going this year</li><li>and as you guys get older, you become councilors</li><li>and what do you do?</li><li>both of you are assigned to one team, and you try to make sure your kids beat the other kids, while cheering on the sidelines</li><li>you also have competitions on seeing who the kids love more</li><li>when teucer said you were cooler than childe - childe pretended to be hurt, but in reality he just got really giddy at the idea of you meeting the rest of his family</li><li>and although you are “enemies” there’s this one time, he finds you sitting on the rooftop of one of the cabins</li><li>so he sneaks up with you, and you move so that he’ll have a place to sit</li><li>it becomes routine for you guys to meet up at the rooftop, usually with snacks and sometimes a blanket</li><li>sometimes you talk, sometimes you don’t</li><li>one time you just offer him an earbud to listen to the same music as him, and he accepts</li><li>for once, he just wants to view the world as you do</li><li>he promises himself that he’ll confess to you before your senior year - the last year both of you will be councilors</li><li>he swears he won’t just let you be just a summer lover</li></ul><div><strong>𖥻&nbsp; DILUC ( MOTORCYCLE AU )<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>you guys both compete in motorcycle races</li><li><em>darknight hero</em> is what they call him in the ring</li><li>he’s a long undefeated champion of the ring</li><li>until, you show up</li><li>it takes weeks for you to start climbing up the ranks - you start beating even the best</li><li>he meets you once before you two start to race, and you give him a small cheers before taking a sip of water</li><li>and it’s something about your smirk, your confidence, that makes him dislike you</li><li>when you started to beat the <em>abyss herald</em> - another big racer - people start nagging him to race you</li><li>he only accepts because he wants to wipe the smug look off your face</li><li>and you two race - and shockers, you’re <em>good</em></li><li>too good</li><li>he thinks he would’ve lost, but something goes wrong with your bike</li><li>and suddenly you’re skidding, desperately trying to maintain control</li><li>he ends up taking you to the hospital, and he even carries you into the car because of how much of a gentleman he is</li><li>he finds out your ankle is hurt, and you won’t be able to walk for a week</li><li>he asks if you have any family or friends around that could help, and you say that they don’t live around here</li><li>he ends up being the one that takes care of you, mostly out of guilt</li><li>and in that week, he makes sure to take perfect care of you - almost to the point that it’s suffocating</li><li>you end up learning how uncultured he is, and force him to sit with you and binge watch movies with him</li><li>he now knows a disturbing amount of information about twilight</li><li>he ends up softening up to you a lot. since you two are practically living together for a week, and he tends to be a night owl, you tend to stay up with him</li><li>and when you fall asleep on his shoulder, his entire face gets as red as his hair</li><li>after you recover, he ends up giving you his phone number, and says that you two should race another time</li><li>he promises himself he won’t fall in love with you. but when your smile turns soft, and you say a small ‘<em>thank you,’ </em>he knows he’s screwed.</li></ul><div><strong>𖥻&nbsp; KAEYA ( LASER TAG AU ??? )<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>you guys met at laser tag</li><li>you guys are both friends of jean - and she had a birthday party at a laser tag place (klee convinced her)</li><li>at first, while you were waiting for laser tag to get set up, you had a lovely conversation with kaeya</li><li>he noticed you instantly of course, how could he not?</li><li>and he just walks up to you and talks to you with his signature smirk</li><li>but all this friendliness goes away when you realize you’re on seperate laser tag teams</li><li>then</li><li>then it becomes a bloodbath</li><li>he makes it his personal mission to hunt you down the first time you hit him</li><li>you guys even climbed in the trees which was ,, not allowed</li><li>and eventually, you two become the last two standing</li><li>and like <em>hell </em>you’re not going to let him win</li><li>even if he is really hot</li><li>he ends up letting you win, knowing that if you guys continued to play it’ll just end in a draw and all your friends would be left waiting for hours</li><li>you guys departed after that, with a few more teasing remarks, and he didn’t see you for another year or so</li><li>but he didn’t forget you. he never could</li><li>you guys met again during lisa’s birthday, which was an amusement park thing</li><li>and you guys of course placed bets on who could handle which rides best</li><li>it didn’t matter anyways, because any money you guys aquired from each other, you just ended up spending it on dinner later</li><li>but while you aren’t looking, he goes to one of those booth things and gets you a stuffed animal &lt;3</li><li>he ends up asking for your number that day, and he promises you that the next you see each other, it won’t be at someone’s birthday&nbsp;</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>— ❛ YOU·RE BEAUTIFUL !</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>⩩ ALBEDO<br><br></div><ul><li>his cold, blue gaze on you makes a good contrast with his skin of a beautiful and vivid pink in the area of ​​his cheeks and ears when you say those words. as simple as they are, when they come out of your mouth they take on a new meaning, and it gets his heart to beat rapidly in his chest.</li><li>you can see how albedo looks at you trying to formulate words to answer yours, but the only thing he can manage to express is a small smile.</li><li>you can be sure — if someone else had told him it, he would have acted nonchalant. but this time it was you. the person he loved but hadn't had the courage to admit it out loud yet.</li><li>his stoicism makes him clear his throat with apparent calm, hiding with great ease what he really wants to do now. join his lips with yours. if he does that, he might uncover one of the world's most intriguing mysteries, or so he thinks.</li><li><em>“i am nothing more than just another simple creation of this world. but i can admit myself when i see something truly beautiful. you really are precious, an undiscovered treasure indeed.”</em></li><li>a treasure that although it's in front of his eyes, it seems to him to be unreachable.</li></ul><div>⩩ DILUC<br><br></div><ul><li>the fact that you two are in public doesn't prevent the great blush that now adorns Diluc's cheeks. he's probably trying to make up some excuse to turn around so that you can't see how much you can cause him with those words.</li><li>at first he may think that you're just trying to tease him. he doesn't respond at all and will only hide his face from your vision with a grimace of embarrassment.</li><li><em>“don't tease me, y/n. you know i don't like it.”</em></li><li>everyone knows that diluc is an attractive man and that he has many suitors. but when you're the one telling him how beautiful he is? he's just a mess and can't help but feel butterflies in his stomach. he will think something like you're lying tho. <em>“does the person i love think i'm... beautiful? no, i'm not usually that lucky.”</em></li><li>convince him that you mean it. he'll stay quiet and even seem reluctant to look at you again for a few minutes, but he wants, DESIRES you to repeat it. your compliments are music to his ears, and if it weren't for his pride and shame, he'd be whispering in your ear to repeat his words while he embraces you, pushing you lightly against his body. his voice is pleading, but his grip is soft.</li><li><em>“repeat that one more time, please.”</em></li><li>if you can, of course. because his whisper against your ear can cause you to take all your breath away and become a mumbling mess. and he knows that damn well.</li></ul><div>⩩ KAEYA<br><br></div><ul><li>as soon as you say these words, he'll give you a smug look, resting his hand on his hips in a calm and confident pose. despite his attitude that doesn't go out of the ordinary, it's easily recognizable that your compliment has not left him indifferent, his face has heated slightly. it's YOU who dedicates those words to him, after all.</li><li>a sweet chuckle flows from his lips, so melodious that it melts your heart without even saying a word yet.</li><li><em>“oh my, you flatter me. you really do.”</em> kaeya's soft voice accompanies that bright smile of his, which this time is truly genuine.</li><li>you have surprised him with your comment, so he cannot be left behind. he also wants to make you feel good, and he knows how to do it, but he knows even better how to leave you wanting more of him, and he takes advantage of that knowledge very well so that you never have enough of him.</li><li>you're supposed to be his crush, but whoever saw you would think the situation is just the other way around. you, being seduced by kaeya's charms. but no, it's not like that. in the end, he's always the one who gets lost first in your pretty eyes, the one who tries the most to impress you, the one who most wants you to focus only on him and no other boy. for the cavalry captain, you're hard to get. but he will eventually, he will have you for himself one day and he's sure of it.</li><li>one of his hands rests on your cheek, which he slightly pinches and then caresses your skin with his thumb. his gaze does not leave your face for a second, moving from your eyes, to your nose and cheeks, to your lips, and then back to your eyes once more, practically admiring each of your features and thinking about how much he wants to leave kisses all over them.</li><li><em>“but speaking of beautiful things, have you seen yourself, hm?”</em></li></ul><div>⩩ CHILDE<br><br></div><ul><li>this boy is not gonna hide the fact that he has blushed with your words. on the contrary, he'll try to act as if he has not been affected at all, even if the reality is completely different.</li><li>childe is somewhat stunned by your compliment tho. do you really mean it or are you just trying to make him blush? well, that's not gonna happen. he doesn't want to let you see the vulnerable side of him, and he's holding it back as long as he can. but it costs a lot if you are the one who flatters him...</li><li>he'll cross his arms, briefly looking at you. you don't know yet, but he's going to turn this into a competition to see who blushes the most. after all, he loves you, and he's constantly trying to make your cheeks light up with that pink that he loves to see in you so much. he loves you so much even if you don't realize it!</li><li><em>“excuse me? i didn't hear you well, would you mind repeating it?”</em></li><li>your voice will come out in a whisper, embarrassed to have to repeat it twice. and the worst thing is, he won't make you repeat it just a couple of times. until you say it out loud, he's not gonna stop!</li><li>the time he gets what he wants, which is to have you all flushed in front of him, so vulnerable and defeated... he'll say what he wanted to say from the beginning.</li><li><em>“i heard you perfectly the first time. now, now, no need to raise your voice.”</em> the amusement in his voice causes you to look away in embarrassment. <em>“ah-ah. look at me. you look even more beautiful like that. why do you hide your face?”</em></li><li>this boy is a tease! and he loves being it, especially with you. oh, how he'd love to make you blush until you have no other place to hide your face than on his chest or in the crook of his neck!</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>ꕤ theres only one bed .. — genshin hcs ⸝⸝</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>ᥫ᭡ XIAO 𖥻 魈<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>good luck even trying to convince him to go to sleep</li><li>he will literally bite your ankles and disrespect the seven archons before he allowed himself to drop his own guard for such pathetic mortal reasons</li><li>but hey you do look quite comfy like that-</li><li>even if you constantly bicker with him that it’s fine and that you can just both share , he utterly refuses and says that he will just go keep watch so nothing will harm you &lt;3</li><li>xiao’s least favourite activity is sleeping , and more so dreaming</li><li>though he’s never really had the experience of a dream as every time he sleeps the nightmares of agony pain his thoughts with more force than ever</li><li>just drag him down so his body abruptly lands on the warm pillow besides you , and he won’t be able to move</li><li>well not when you have that deadly grip on him as if he could disappear at any sudden moment thats for sure</li><li>does he despise physical contact ? no absolutely not. he’s just a teeny bit too flustered to move at the current moment so if you could stop breathing down his neck-</li><li>before he could utter a word of defiance , you quickly said “sleep. now.”</li><li>the darkness that seeped onto the land of liyue unfortunately failed to let you see the prominent blush that spread across his cheeks</li><li>maybe he could indulge you just this once..</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>ᥫ᭡ KAEYA 𖥻 凯亚<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>THIS BASTARD ISTG HE WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN</li><li>after finishing some troublesome commissions with your companion kaeya , it started to rain down quite heavily , so you decided to search for some shelter</li><li>once you did eventually find something , it came as no real surprise that you would have to share a bed</li><li>kaeya was extremely smug on the outside , throwing in flirtatious comments that you were planning on this to happen so you can get him all to yourself</li><li>on the inside however , my boys panicking</li><li>he wants nothing more to impress you and show you the good side of him only and being in such an intimate position would surely ruin something right ??</li><li>whilst you finished cleaning yourself up , kaeya took up the right side of the bed his heart sped up in pace significantly</li><li>he clutched his chest when he felt the bed dip from your weight as you got ready to go to sleep</li><li>though you guys are rather far apart it’s hard to keep that distance in one bed especially when your next to a very risqué calvary captain (who has no calvary lol)</li><li>during the night you ended up cuddling closer together as the rain wept down with no remorse or chance of stop , the cold winds could be felt even through the walls</li><li>was it awkward trying to explain what happened in the morning ? sort of ?? did kaeya particularly mind the proximity between you two ? nope !!</li><li>he was honestly hoping to stay that close to you and your warmth for the rest of the day ;))</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>ᥫ᭡ ALBEDO 𖥻 阿贝多<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>“ah well..this is a rather peculiar set of events..”</li><li>note flustered per se just worried it would be too uncomfortable for you</li><li>offers to sleep literally anywhere else but with you , not in a disrespectful way no he just wants to keep his courtesy when around a precious individual like you</li><li>it would take several affirmations and serious convincing to let this man calm down and relax for a moment so he can think more rationally</li><li>weird , he’s never really felt this jittery before</li><li>albedo is an extremely intelligent person , he will notice any discomfort in your position and will try his best to help you sleep well so you get the well deserved rest you need</li><li>touching people outside of it being related to an experiment of sorts wasn’t something he thought about thoroughly at all</li><li>but hey maybe something like this could be a learning experience</li><li>yeah he has no shame in getting close to you after that point , sorry but your personal space isn’t an option rn so if you wouldn’t mind just letting him hold you for a bit that would be great-</li><li>he’s naturally very cold , so don’t mind if he hogs the blankets :’) he’ll squeeze you extra tight as a sort of apology tho !</li><li>you might as well wake up and be lovers tbh</li><li>very nonchalant about the whole ordeal , however the idea and act of being so close to is you quite enticing to the alchemist</li><li>ends up sketching your face in the morning :)</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>ᥫ᭡ AYAKA 𖥻 神里绫华<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>SHES SO HAPPY &lt;33 but you wouldn’t know that unless she finally turned around and stopped hiding her expression with her fan</li><li>out of her polite and kind-hearted nature she offers to sleep somewhere else if it would ease your mind</li><li>very much hoped you wouldn’t mind being that close to her - it’s an innocent gesture and she honestly just wants your love and appreciation at least for a night</li><li>just like her personality , she’s extremely warm so you definitely won’t be needing blankets tonight despite the storm that brewed up outside</li><li>falls asleep rather quickly , the pure exhaustion of the morning activities finally dawning over her - ayaka’s body was faced against you yet the warmth she radiated was something you could feel in it’s full</li><li>when you reached out a hand to grab her she flipped over to face you , her face looked so soft and gentle you just wanted to kiss her :’((</li><li>as soon as you fell asleep , ayaka’s eyes opened up lightly as she tried to snuggle up against you without waking you up</li><li>in the morning , she’s already up and awake in hopes that you didn’t acknowledge her cuddling closer to you :’&gt;</li></ul><div><br></div><div><a href="https://href.li/?https://mobile.twitter.com/kurattes/status/1367861508487618560?s=19"><strong>ᥫ᭡ HU TAO 𖥻 胡桃<br></strong></a><br></div><ul><li>“oh..uhm.. hehhh…”</li><li>to be honest she isn’t quite sure how to react since she’s always considered you a client friend so to be so close to you ,, uh it’s sort of embarrassing</li><li>not embarrassing in a bad way ! shes quite a touchy and overly clingy person so of course she isn’t afraid of being so close to you , however it’s the intimacy that really gets her cheeks blushing redder than spider lilies</li><li>to get rid of the awkward tension that keeps arising in the air , she attempts to break the ice by comparing sleeping in a bed with someone to being in a coffin since it’s such a tight knit space</li><li>yeah that didn’t help at all.</li><li>after you both wash off and take care of the soaked clothes , you two just stand there before finally turning to each other and asking who wants what side</li><li>it turns into a petty and childish (yet playful) argument over who’s taking the left :’)</li><li>the whole situation turns into more of a sleepover than anything and hu tao couldn’t be more happier that she managed to make you comfortable despite the weird circumstances</li><li>when you’re finally settled into bed , backs facing each other , she waits until she hears the light snores coming from your lips to eventually turn around and pull you in closer</li><li>tease her about it and she will try to deny every single thing ! but also attempts to nonchalantly hint at the fact she wants to do that more often with you.. 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         <title>characters would react to an s/o with icy feet/always being cold</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>albedo:<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>albedo is probably cold too because he is in dragonspine almost 24/7</li><li>so he couldn't do much for warming you up. but that's okay because you two use your cold temperatures as an excuse to go on hot chocolate dates! or any hot food or drink really</li><li>albedo wouldn't be very fun to cuddle with. don't get me wrong, anything to do with albedo and physical contact is amazing but not when he can't do anything about your unfortunately cold feet :((</li><li>however, he does layer you under mountains of blankets in an attempt to preserve your heat</li><li>the guy can't help your poor icicle toes 😞</li></ul><div><strong>itto:<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>itto is a living furnace. i guess being pumped and heated mentally reflects on him physically, nothing to fear when itto is near!</li><li>when he touches you and realizes how cold you and your poor feet are, he smothers you with thoughtful warm hugs</li><li>cuddling with itto is most likely the best thing in teyvat. he wraps his big manly arms around you and tugs you close, somehow you're warm almost instantly??</li><li>for the whole specifically icy feet thing, he definitely flips you upside down just to hug your feet</li></ul><div><strong>gorou:<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>gorou isn't a furnace but he's a great heat source, if you snuggle into him long enough he could probably get you warm eventually</li><li>would let you (if you have cold hands) bury your fingers into his hair whenever you need to</li><li>sometimes he wraps his tail around you, it's so fluffy</li><li>your feet are no problem with gorou, the fur really helps 😚</li></ul><div><strong>ningguang:<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>since we all know ningguang is the comfiest person alive, you have absolutely nothing to worry about when you're around her</li><li>as i see it, she finds it therapeutic to take care if you, she either has someone make you hot soups or she does it herself</li><li>having you on her mind helps her relieve stress from her busy busy schedule every day</li><li>she hires a masseuse to massage those icy feet in hot water, unfortunately she would never do it herself no matter how much she loves you 😕</li></ul><div><strong>noelle:<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>i use this word way too much, but she's so sweet and checks up on you almost whenever you're in sight</li><li>"how are you? cold again??" genuine concern right here</li><li>she makes little campfires outside so you can snuggle up close to it, you both sharing the same wool blanket</li><li>icy feet? no problem just put them close to the fire, it'll thaw your toes like a turkey on thanksgiving dinner</li></ul><div><strong>zhongli:<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>zhongli is a very organized, thorough and productive man, i know that much</li><li>he's awake before you every morning and makes hot breakfast to warm you up after the chilly night</li><li>you also have your own house-coat at his place, because his room is usually drafty</li><li>mornings with zhongli are number 1 for making you feel like royalty! your house-coat is always waiting for you when you wake up to go eat hot breakfast and a cup of coffee (only if you like it of course)</li><li>for the cold feet, you have a matching pair of fuzzy posh slippers to go with your house-coat, very obviously provided by childe's mora ^^</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>genshin boys holding/massaging your boobs</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>childe<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>childe loved every part of you from your head to your feet</li><li>he adored your hair and could run his hands through it all day if you’d let him, and he loved tracing the muscles in your thighs or along your back</li><li>he especially loved the more intimate parts of you, specifically your breasts</li><li>he loved flicking his thumbs over your nipples and hearing the sounds you let out and squeezing his fingers around your boobs</li><li>in short, childe worshipped your body and made sure you knew it no matter what (even in a non-sexual way)</li><li>one day, you had woken up with your period after childe had already left and when he came home, he found you sprawled on your bed groaning</li><li>he immediately came to your side and you rolled over, allowing him to sneak behind you and snake his arms around your waist</li><li>you had a routine when you were cramping or achy on your period and childe was happy to help</li></ul><div>Childe’s hands started on your stomach. His slender fingers massaged soft circles around your pelvis and he talked to you about his day to try and distract you. His fingers traveled upwards and soon his hands had slipped under your shirt fully and were groping your breasts gently.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Being sore, the motion felt delightful. It was like Childe was easing out any knots or tension your period was causing. You signed in relief and pushed your back against your boyfriend.<br><br></div><div>The act wasn’t sexual in the slightest and both of you knew that. Childe was just being a good boyfriend and alleviating your pain for you and showing you how much he really loved you. His hands cupped underneath your boobs and he lifted upwards, the heaviness on your chest disappearing.<br><br></div><div>Your eyes fluttered closed on their own and when Childe realized you had fallen asleep, he finally removed his hands. He pressed a kiss to your lips and kept his arms around you, ready to give you another massage if you needed one when you woke up.<br><br></div><div><strong>kaeya<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>firm believer that all boobs are good boobs</li><li>whether your chest was big or small or somewhere in the middle, kaeya appreciated them and loved on them daily</li><li>as soon as you two crossed the intimate line in your relationship, kaeya’s hands were always around your breasts</li><li>he would come up behind you while you were cooking and wrap his arms your your chest so his hands coincidentally landed on your boobs or you would wake up in the morning to his hands fully around your breasts in his sleep</li></ul><div>You accompanied Kaeya on a weekend commission to Liyue and was delighted when he snuck you away from your hotel one night to an empty hot spring that was hidden beyond the mountains. You both wasted no time in stripping down to nothing and sliding into the warm water.<br><br></div><div>Your eyes were closed in relaxation and you were leaning your head backwards against the rocks when Kaeya’s arms snaked around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. His chest pressed against your back.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“What are you doing?” You giggled.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I just can’t resist you,” Kaeya said. He rested his chin on your shoulder and his hands brushed your breasts. His hands were warm from the water and they felt good on your boobs, easing any tension or stress from the travel that day.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“I’m not really in the mood,” You told him. You felt Kaeya shrug and continue to squeeze and grope your boobs. Soon, his movements stopped and he simply held the flesh in his hands, his fingers wrapping around them.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Neither am I - just wanna hold them.”<br><br></div><div><strong>albedo<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>this goes without saying, albedo loved to learn about anatomy</li><li>until he met you, sucrose was his model when it came to learning about female anatomy and once you came along, she couldn’t thank you enough for taking her place on the pedestal</li><li>once you two become intimate, expect albedo to spend hours tracing your body shape and touching you all over the place</li><li>sex with albedo often ended with him overanalyzing your body and its sudden reaction to his touch</li></ul><div>You pulled off Albedo and flopped down beside him, panting. You wiped sweat from your forehead and stared at the ceiling until you felt a pair of eyes looking at you. You turned your head to see Albedo staring at you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“What?” You asked, a satisfied grin on your lips.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Albedo’s eyes traveled from your face down to your chest. An intriguing look was on his face, “Your nipples are still hard.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You glanced down and he was right. Your nipples were still perky and hard even after you had orgasmed and were no longer horny. You shrugged your shoulders, “Weird.”<br><br></div><div>Without warming, Albedo’s hand reached out to touch a nipple. You made a noise of surprise but didn’t push him away. His fingers spread over your boob and squeezed down onto it softly.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“What are you doing?”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Albedo didn’t answer you at first. His fingers were prodding at the fleshy mound and you furrowed your eyebrows. “It feels the same as before we had intercourse,” Albedo said mainly to himself, “Warmer, though.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>You blushed and turned your head away from Albedo. You didn’t hate the feeling of him hold your boob but did he have to make it so scientific?&nbsp;<br><br></div><div><strong>venti<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>he’s just as cheeky as kaeya sometimes</li><li>venti was attracted to your eyes first but if you asked him, he would say it was your breasts just to make you blush</li><li>it was actually you who asked venti if he would occasionally play with or hold your breasts</li><li>his fingers were slender and calloused from playing the lyre so you loved when you laid together at night and they wrapped around your breasts in comfort</li></ul><div>Like now, you two were sprawled out under the tree in Windrise in the middle of the night. You were sitting between Venti’s legs, facing him and undoing his braids, while his hands roamed your chest. He massaged your breasts absentmindedly, his fingers flicking over your nipples but not enough to stimulate you.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Your conversation was aimless and if anyone walked by, they would think you two were absolutely mad.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Are you stressed?” Venti asks, his fingers rubbing out any kinks in your boobs. “You feel tense.”<br><br></div><div>“A little,” You admit, “But you’re helping.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Venti grinned and continued his actions before you were satisfied. To you, Venti massaging your breasts felt like a good back massage to others. When he was done, Venti helped you turn around so you could lay against his lap and chest. His hands rested around your boobs, giving you warmth in the brisk air.&nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>What darling yandere Genshin charas want</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Submissive ones</strong> - They like submissive (and breedable/jk) ones. Because they're so easy to take, they don't fight, and when they louden their voice you're already bursting out crying. <strong>They love comforting you even though they're the ones who made you cry in the first place. </strong>Shushing you as they hold your shivering body making you cling to them for heat. <strong>It's just so fun to toy with you ♡<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>Diluc, Aether, Zhongli, Niangguang, Rosaria, Ganyu<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>Ones that fight back </strong>- They like the challenge when you fight back. <strong>Because then they can slowly see the resolve break </strong><strong><em>until you finally give in and submit to them.</em></strong><em> </em>They can see it in your eyes, you used to have such a burning fire in them. But as time passed that fire grew weaker and weaker until poof it was gone.<strong> They had a fun time seeing it burn out but now as they hold you, you weren't fighting anymore ♡<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>Childe, Venti, Xiao, Beidou, Kazuha, Kokomi<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>Easy to manipulate ones </strong>- The unknowing ones are the ones they like most. <strong>Because they can easily manipulate your feelings</strong> into thinking that everyone around you isn't good for you. <strong>They sweetly whisper lies into your ear as they cradle your sobbing face</strong> because of someone who was mean to you. <strong>"See aren't people just the worst? Not me though, because </strong><strong><em>I love you and I always will</em></strong><strong>." ♡<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>Albedo, Kaeya, Itto, Gorou, Amber, Lisa, Thoma, Yae Miko<br></strong><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>s/o who is very apologetic.</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ul><li>he can understand wholeheartedly the need to feel as though all you can do is apologize.</li><li>he rambles quite a bit when he's learned something new, and when he also happened to come across someone willing to listen, he can talk for hours surprisingly; hence leaving him continuously apologizing afterward for taking up so much of their time, etc..</li><li>but because of this similarity, albedo can comfort and relate to you the best!!</li><li>he knows what words to say and not, and he'll always be there to reassure you that apologizing isn't necessary.</li><li>"please, it was an accident love, there's no need to keep apologizing."</li><li>he would never snap at you for the habit, even if you're <em>constantly</em> saying sorry and it may become a bother; never in his eyes though.</li><li>as your significant other, it's his job to comfort you, and if the kind of comfort you need is to be told you don't need to ever worry with him, then he'll tell you to the best of his ability!</li><li>sometimes though, he doesn't understand why you apologize so easily...</li><li>if you haven't done anything wrong but are profusely saying sorry for someone else's mistakes? he can't understand that, but within seconds he'll be by your side to make sure you stop; only because you shouldn't say sorry for something you had no part of, it's unfair!!! :(</li><li>that's basically like cleaning up someone's mess you didn't create, and he doesn't favor that one bit!</li><li>"there's no need to apologize, if anyone should be apologizing, it should be them."</li><li>at the end of the day, albedo's main goal is to help you feel confident enough in your choices and decisions, that you aren't saying you're sorry for every little thing.</li><li>he wants to see you thrive darling! &lt;3</li></ul><blockquote><strong>Scaramouche</strong></blockquote><div><br></div><ul><li>oh man... &lt;/3</li><li>DOESN'T UNDERSTAND AT ALL!!</li><li>why apologize? when your life is so much better than the person you're apologizing to; you're with a harbinger DUH.</li><li>and if you're better than someone else, why stoop to their level to say you're sorry for your accomplishments? they should be bowing at your feet, bowing to <em>royalty</em>.</li><li>scaramouche will ALWAYS tell you the hard way, that apologizing doesn't make you more likable if that's what you're trying to do.</li><li>"stop being a pushover." he'd tell you if you apologized for someone else's mistakes, because goodness, he <em>despises</em> this so much!</li><li>he doesn't offer any real comfort with his words, but he does compliment you quite a bit without realizing it; boosting your confidence! &lt;3</li><li>he'll say, "why would you apologize to scum? you're so much better than them."</li><li>sure he's a little harsh, but he honestly does mean well.</li><li>because one, KNOW YOUR WORTH LIKE HE DOES, and two, it's annoying to him.</li><li>scaramouche is someone you've never heard an apology from in your life, so of course, he will not sit by and watch you continuously say sorry for however long you live, <em>hell no</em>.</li><li>he's going to be the one to interject whenever he can and he makes it known, that while you're no harbinger, you don't need to be what he labels as "soft" or a "pushover".</li><li>during extra hard training, you are always handing out drinks and snacks to the younger fatui recruits who grow tired much faster, telling them you're sorry for the hard training, a little too sympathetic as if they'd just lost a loved one.</li><li>scara is by your side in SECONDS, telling you, "for once, do not accommodate to their needs. who cares if they can't handle it?"</li><li>this man doesn't care why you're always apologizing, but he'll be damned to see you keep doing it, so he's going to do whatever he needs to do to get you to stop; <em>respectively</em> &lt;/3</li></ul><blockquote><strong>Xiao</strong></blockquote><div><br></div><ul><li>it's not that he doesn't understand the need to constantly apologize, but he doesn't like how often you do it. you shouldn't have to apologize for <em>every</em> <em>little thing</em>... that's no way to live life.</li><li>he rarely has the need to apologize because well he doesn't speak to others enough to possibly offend them, etc.</li><li>there's just never a need with his occupation and personality; he's the one saving people, they should be thanking <em>him</em>.</li><li>but he understands the guilt, for whatever reason it may be, and chalks it up to why you do what you do; that doesn't mean he likes it though...</li><li>xiao, much like scaramouche, is a bit rough with his wording, but he always means well! &lt;3</li><li>he's highly intuitive and often stops you right before you're about to apologize again for whatever reason.</li><li>but he's short and to the point when he decides to share his opinions with you, and he's someone who does sincerely care, and just has a hard time expressing verbally how much.</li><li>which is why, he'll always remind you to, "stop apologizing, there's no need."</li><li>but also, if that doesn't seem to scratch the surface and you start beginning to apologize, he'll gently place a hand over your mouth; entirely meaning well of course!</li><li>he may even give you a short hug, something meant to reassure you and help understand that everything is alright, there's no need to worry about apologizing to him or anyone for that matter!. &lt;3</li><li>xiao will always pull away though before anyone can see, cause duh he's a tsundere, telling you one last time to, "stop apologizing."</li></ul><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>FAVORITE KISSES</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>ALBEDO</strong>. he loves kissing your fingertips. he’s not the most affectionate boyfriend, but when you are alone together and he’s playing with your hands, he’ll definitely do this.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAZUHA</strong>. always kisses your hand. it can he whether your palm or the back of your hand, but he loves it. will do it anytime you are alone cuddling.<br><br></div><div><strong>CHILDE</strong>. he loves nose kisses. kind of random, but he finds it cute and loves being on both ends. he’ll definitely randomly kiss your nose &lt;3<br><br></div><div><strong>KAEYA</strong>. he loves your lips. nothing special, right? but to him it is, he just can’t get enough of the feeling of your lips moving together.<br><br></div><div><strong>DILUC</strong>. kisses on the forehead. it’s just something that’s his thing, he doesn’t like kissing in public but would kiss you on the forehead anytime.<br><br></div><div><strong>XIAO</strong>. eyelids. whenever you are lying in bed facing each other, with your eyes closed, he just plants two soft kisses on yours eyelids.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-25 15:13:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>🍓 — valentines confessions</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>albedo</strong> would bring you to starsnatch cliff without much to say; his mind was wandering off to other thoughts. he'll give you cecilias and other things to your liking without openly admitting that he was in love with you. it wasn't too hard for you to notice, right?<br><br></div><div>without a doubt, <strong>itto </strong>would be quite loud and maybe even a bit blunt about everything; he's proud to admit his feelings even though he's dying internally from it. the gifts could range from a box of chocolate to an onslaught of onikabutos he's collected across inazuma with his gang... you'll never know ehe<br><br></div><div><strong>ei</strong> is nervous about everything, she's never experienced anything similar to now. she'll ask miko for advice before going to visit you with gifts, trinkets and an omamori created specially for you. she wants nothing more than an eternity of happiness with you.<br><br></div><div><strong>shenhe</strong> is... well, confused. she didn't understand the concept of valentines day, though she soon learned what it was about, and sought out to find you. it was hard for her to express most of her feelings at first, but she wanted you to know that she loved you, and she was hoping that her feelings were reciprocated.<br><br></div><div><strong>xiao</strong> disregarded anything relating to the day; to him, it was "pointless". that said, the anonymous gift and message you were given with a handful of qingxin was perhaps an allusion to something else... maybe it was the one thing he'll never openly admit to.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Hidden Talent</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Kaeya</div><div>Kaeya was a magnet of some sort. He could attract people with his personality and it was almost addictive to be around him, but it seems it doesn’t only stop with people. <strong><em>Seelies were attracted to Kaeya</em></strong> whenever he goes out adventuring with you. You stand there in laughter as you see the different colors of light surround him. Kaeya explains the story of seelies and you think of Kaeya as a guardian for seelies. You and Kaeya can almost use up your whole morning helping seelies return to their designated statue. While the mini seelies tend to follow Kaeya back to Mondstadt, squeaking up a storm and Kaeya nodding along as if he understands them. Even some mini seelies are around you at times, you wonder if Kaeya told them to keep an eye out for you even.<br><br></div><div>Diluc</div><div>Diluc knew what flavors paired well with each other and thanks to that his <strong><em>cooking</em></strong> was the best in all of Mondstadt. You are sure to be eating well whenever you stop by. Savior small snacks all the way to decadent desserts he has for you everytime, and you can’t do much but eat it without having remorse. You try to return the favor by attempting to cook for him as well but it can almost never turn out perfect like his. You still enjoy being around Diluc when he cooks though. His stern looks to you as you sneak in bites of his food, the way you always stare in amazement at his fast chopping skills, and even enjoying the meal together.<br><br></div><div>Albedo</div><div>It does slightly concern you the fact Albedo sometimes just plucks a berry to eat it. There’s no hesitation nor fear in his actions, just pure confidence from him. Albedo explains that he takes interest in learning about <strong><em>foraging</em></strong>, saying how there are many things to discover in the forest and it’s an only matter to discover them. You sometimes see Albedo deep in the woods looking around dead logs for mushrooms and even spiders at times. Even with your doubts, you still enjoy Albedo gifting you fresh berries that have been plucked from the forest. It does turn into a tasty jam and you give some to Albedo, almost as if it were a thank you.<br><br></div><div>Zhongli</div><div>You knew storytelling was one of Zhongli’s greatest talents, but you were really surprised when you found out Zhongli likes to dabble in <strong><em>art </em></strong>at times. The way he has capture the landscapes of Liyue to remain still in time fascinated you, and you wanted to see Zhongli in action. He explains it tends to take him a while but he is willing to share his skill with you. While on the art journey, Zhongli shares his reasoning on why he likes art. “A moment in time is capture” is how he sees art, and you have to agree with him on that. A moment in which your eyes see can somehow be captured still, and you wish you could somehow paint you and Zhongli together. It’s an art piece you would like to make for him.<br><br></div><div>Childe</div><div>You’re not scared of Childe’s luck when it comes to <strong><em>fishing</em></strong> per se, but you’re scared of Childe’s luck when it comes to fishing. Every single time he has cast the line to the water, he has already caught a fish. You even asked him if he’s ever fished before this and usually his answer is “no never!”. You wonder if that is how Childe is rich, whatever he catches in the ocean he sells to vendors. Even when you're tired of eating fish, there’s always someone selling a fish dish, and you can only presume it was Childe who sold it to them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he ever summoned Osial in Liyue with his luck.<br><br></div><div>Xiao</div><div>As you and Xiao sit on the roof of Wangshu Inn, you notice the nest and the bird that rests in it. Xiao notices your gaze on the bird and he whistles a tune that makes the bird get close to him. You’re in shock at how simple it was for him but then you later learn that Xiao can <strong><em>communicate with birds</em></strong>. He likes the fact that birds act like his eyes, they help him see if people are all right. With this information in mind, you can’t help but give a wave to a bird. Hoping to tell Xiao that you’re all right. Xiao even told you the body language of some birds and what to look out for, which ended up being useful for telling the weather for your adventures.<br><br></div><div>Kazuha</div><div>There wasn’t much he can do on The Crux but he is always thankful when you bring him some paper. It doesn’t seem much but Kazuha likes to practice his <strong><em>origami </em></strong>with the paper you provide for him. The art of folding a simple sheet of paper into something new is something he has grown to like. Many paper cranes and boats can be seen dotted around the ship and you can’t help but smile to see them. Back in Liyue, Kazuha likes to place the boats on the water and watch as they sail by the people, and you make a mental note to remember to buy different colored paper for him. You think it’ll make it more joyful for him when he does these paper activities. Even as you leave him for the day, you are gifted a paper heart from Kazuha, expressing his love for you.<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche</div><div>Scara was an interesting person for you. He was reserved and never let anyone get too close to him. You don’t know if you’ve ever heard something from him that wasn’t in a scolding tone, but there are times when you hear something somewhat friendly from him. “It’ll rain today.” is what you hear him say but there’s not even a cloud in the sky, yet to your surprise, it rains later in the day. The way that Scaramouche was able to tell the weather was shocking, but you later find out through Childe that it’s some skill he has. <strong><em>He can tell when it’ll rain in the day</em></strong>. Subtle questions you start asking him about the weather, in which you receive short simple answers about it. It’s still nice to hear Scara though, even if it isn’t a lot.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>let's his lips hover over yours while he waits for you to lean in:</em> scaramouche, dain, zhongli, diluc, gorou, &amp; xiao<br><br></div><div><em>his kisses usually leave your lips and trail down your body:</em> childe, kaeya, albedo, thoma<br><br></div><div><em>holds your face before kissing you:</em> thoma, diluc, kaeya, gorou &amp; zhongli<br><br></div><div><em>bites your lip (in a romantic way):</em> childe, scaramouche, &amp; kaeya<br><br></div><div><em>his hands tend to wander around your body when he's kissing you:</em> albedo, childe, &amp; kaeya<br><br></div><div><em>peppers small kisses on your face after:</em> kazuha, xiao, diluc, &amp; thoma<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-25 15:14:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Their Love Langauge [Anemo, Geo, Electro, Cryo Regions + Speical Bonus]</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Albedo: Quality Time</strong></div><ul><li>Since he spends most of his time on Dragonspine, he appreciates you staying there with him.</li><li>It takes him a bit of time to get used to someone responding to his mumbling but after a while, he asks for your opinion on things.</li><li>However,</li><li>As a Homunculus, the sheer cold doesn’t bother him, but it does you.</li><li>So he returns to Mondstadt more often, to spend time with you and his sister.</li></ul><div><strong>Diluc</strong>: <strong>Physical Touch</strong></div><ul><li>After the incident on his 18th birthday, Diluc closed himself off from everyone.</li><li>And yet, you found a way around it.</li><li>It started off small, lingering touches, comforting shoulder touches.</li><li>Which had him yearning for more.</li><li>Now he actively searched for your affections.</li><li>To lean all of himself onto you</li><li>And know that he will not fall.</li></ul><div><strong>Eula: Words of Affirmation</strong></div><ul><li>Eula may be extremely self assured but even she has her days.</li><li>Where the taunts of antagonistic Mondstadters got the best of her.</li><li>She turns to you.</li><li>Someone who knows just what to say.</li><li>Whether it be on the nose compliments or just the simple things.</li><li>You adore the way she holds herself and her conventions and you make sure to tell her.</li><li>You also make sure that everyone knows that you are in fact the significant other of Captain Eula Lawernce, Spindrift Knight, Knights of Favonius Reconnaissance Company.</li><li>And if anyone dares speak ill of your relationship,</li><li>you will remember them.</li></ul><div><strong>Jean: Acts of Service</strong></div><ul><li>As Acting Grand Master, she is extremely busy.</li><li>So doing little things like living sticky notes on her desk that remind her to take breaks, warms her heart.</li><li>During her breaks, you spend time with her over tea and snacks.</li><li>You help her organize documents and talk through the simpler issues.</li><li>At this point, she doesn’t know what she’d do without you.</li></ul><div><strong>Kaeya: Physical Touch</strong></div><ul><li>After the fall out with his brother, Kaeya hid behind a mask of smiles and sweet words.</li><li>The moment you saw past his mask, he shut you out.</li><li>But something kept pulling you in</li><li>And he found himself close to you, near you then finally attached at the hip.</li><li>You’re like a light of familiarity and a world of abysmal unknown.</li></ul><div><strong>Mona: Acts of Service</strong></div><ul><li>As someone who spends most of her time searching the stars.</li><li>Mona doesn’t really find the time to do much else for herself.</li><li>So when you offer to make her meals.</li><li>She almost asks you out on the spot.</li><li>But she remembers herself and polite declines</li><li>Until about a week of you, leaving packed meals on her doorstep.</li><li>Now, she has no choice but to accept your wonderful made meals</li><li>And in return she teaches you a bit about the stars!</li><li>No this isn’t an excuse to stay close to you</li><li>It is and it worked</li><li>She really loves you.</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>Xiao: Quality Time</strong></div><ul><li>As an Adepti, Xiao is immortal. He doesn’t see his time on Teyvat as precious as mortals.</li><li>But after meeting you, he understands.</li><li>Because he knows just how short your life is compared to his.</li><li>And he wants to spend every moment with you</li><li>Before the sand of your time slip past his fingers tips</li><li>And he is the lone yaksha one more.</li></ul><div><strong>Xinyan: Words of Affirmation</strong></div><ul><li>Xinyan gets lots of stares and nasty murmurs thrown at her.</li><li>So sometimes she needs that reminder</li><li>That no matter what other people say</li><li>Her number one fan sees her as the reds in the sunset.</li><li>The first thing you see at the break of dawn and the last thing at sunset.</li></ul><div><strong>Zhongli: Quality Time</strong></div><ul><li>As a being who has existed for over 6000 years, Zhongli is a person of the past.</li><li>So spending time with you and living in the present is something he truly values.</li><li>He could go on for hours talking about Liyue Harbor.</li><li>But he could spend eons listening to you speak of the fine details of the new life within.</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>Ei: Physical Touch</strong></div><ul><li>Closing herself from the rest of the world was a necessary step to obtain true eternity.</li><li>But she’d be lying if she didn’t occasionally yearn for the touch of another.</li><li>So, after meeting you, she’d make excuses to venture from Plane of Euthmiya.</li><li>To be within the presence of another.</li><li>To be held and to hold</li><li>For eternity evermore.</li></ul><div><strong>Kokomi: Acts of Service</strong></div><ul><li>As a natural born introvert and workaholic, Kokomi gets easily tired after a lot of social interaction.</li><li>She loves to hide away in her special place.</li><li>She also loves finding you, cozed up in a corner with blankets and snacks.</li><li>Finally, she can turn her mind off and just be your Mimi &lt;3</li></ul><div><strong>Childe: Physical Touch</strong></div><ul><li>Listen, Childe may seem like he has it all together</li><li>But he really doesn’t</li><li>He’s a Harbinger who has a seemingly insatiable bloodlust</li><li>Not a lot of people lining up to give him hugs or the like.</li><li>So he’s kinda clingy.</li><li>He just wants to be held</li><li>Even if he’s a monster from the Abyss.</li></ul><div><br></div><div><strong>Itto: All Five</strong> <strong>+ Bonus Headcanons</strong></div><ul><li>Physical Touch: He really likes it when you trace the red markings on his body. Just don’t do it for too long or he’ll fall asleep.</li><li>Gifts: If you find any Onikabuto, please give them to him. Eventually the two of you just start breeding them and make them a giant enclosure.</li><li>Acts of Service: Since he got you hooked on TCG, if you see any limited edition ones. It’d be pretty awesome of you to get them for the collection.</li><li>Quality Time: Itto loves bouncing his crazy ideas off on you, so he’d really appreciate it when you both actually give them some thought and help him implement some of them.</li><li>Words of Affirmation: Please remind him that he’s not a scary Oni.</li></ul><div><strong>How He Comforts You</strong></div><ul><li>First he’ll ask you if someone did anything to you.</li><li>If so, he’ll get his boys on the case and if not then he’ll do everything in his Crimson Oni power to get whatever’s bothering you off your mind.</li><li>Time to go Onikabuto hunting!</li></ul><div><strong>His Reaction To Your Monthly Cycle</strong></div><ul><li>The moment he sees your hands rubbing at your pelvis, he sends his boys to get you everything you need.</li><li>He makes sure you're comfortable and will smooth the pain away himself.</li><li>When his boys drop off the things he asked for, he’ll kindly ask for them not to stir up trouble for the day</li><li>(since he has to stick by your side and can’t go help his boys outta whatever mess they get themselves in).</li><li>He didn’t really know exactly what to get you,</li><li>So he just asked them to get you things that Granny Oni usually gave him when he wasn’t feeling well.</li><li>And it works out in the end, so it's all good!</li></ul><div><br></div><blockquote><em>I adore Love Language stuff alot so, I decided to do a few headcanons! (Sorry Kazuha and Thoma who were originally on here! Maybe I'll give y'all your own ficlets don't hold me to that lol). Also Itto is here with the bonus of the previous two headcanons I did!</em><em>Oh also I seen someone mention this so I wanted to start implementing it here!</em><strong><em>Don’t forget to have a bite to eat, drink some water and take a break!</em></strong></blockquote>]]></description>
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         <title>heartless + albedo, please?</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"One more time, alright?"<br><br></div><div>You felt his hand on the small of your back, then higher-up, hovering above the space between your shoulder blades. The pace of his machine didn't falter, remaining as constant and <em>unbearable </em>as always, too slow to spark pleasure but too fast to let you find any relief in the time between harsh, methodical thrusts. It was a contraption of his own design, a torturous hypothetical you'd seen drawn out in notebooks, a threat disassembled in a dark, rarely-used corner of his workshop. It was supposed to be a hypothetical, at least. <em>It wasn't supposed to be rea--<br></em><br></div><div>You tried to lean forward, to fold your arms underneath you, to rest, if only for a moment, but that only let it fuck you deeper, hit something more <em>sensitive </em>inside of you. You choked out a strangled cry, but Albedo only hummed, rubbing your back, encouraging you to spit out what you knew he wanted to hear.<br><br></div><div>"I'm... 'm sorry." Your throat felt dry, hoarse. Your restraints were too tight, braided rope encircling your wrists and ankles, binding you to the bedposts, keeping you on your hands and knees. It was a mercy that he'd dragged you to the bed<em>, </em>rather than leaving you on the floor to sob and bleed or fucking you out in the snow, like he'd threatened to when he first found you, half-frozen and barely alive. It was a mercy he'd brought you inside <em>at all, </em>rather than leaving you to die in the Dragonspine wilderness. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so <em>sorry.</em>"<br><br></div><div>"Sorry for what, angel?" His voice was level, calm, more out of apathy than any apparent fondness. He was still wearing his gloves, rather conservatively, rough leather against soft skin. "You're going to have to be specific. Otherwise, I'll have to assume you've forgotten what you did wrong, and we'll have to start again."<br><br></div><div>"I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have tried to run away. It was stupid. I was being rash, and--" Blunt nails embedded in thin sheets, his fingertips on your thigh, gathering up the excess slick, a byproduct of whatever he'd made you drink before he tied you down, <em>'to make sure there wouldn't be lasting damage'</em>. He'd kept his gloves on, rather conservatively. You couldn't remember if you'd ever seen him in any state of undress. You couldn't remember if he'd ever made himself to vulnerable, in front of you. "And <em>ungrateful</em>. I'm sorry. <em>I'm sorry.</em>"<br><br></div><div>He didn't respond, not immediately. You could feel him looking at you, his stare cold, appraising. It was the same way he'd look at one of his samples, a subject he'd been asked to study, a scientific mystery someone else had sent him to crack open. You'd been punished, before, talked back and lashed out and gotten yourself locked in a tiny, dark closet for days on end, but you'd never been punished like <em>this, </em>never forced Albedo to take such an active role in your misery. Part of you hoped that he liked it, that he was a sadist at-heart, that there was a reason for your suffering beyond your own actions. The rest of you was smart enough to recognize that he didn't, that he <em>couldn't </em>have a heart, not if he was capable of something like this.<br><br></div><div>"You could've died. You would've<em> </em>died, if I hadn't found you." Something tightened in your chest, a mix of guilt and anger and slow, clawing arousal. You'd lost track of how many times you'd climaxed - dull, pathetic things, a few seconds of agony followed by a new ache, a new sting. The sheets were soaked. You wondered if he would make you wash them, later on, make you clean up after yourself. You wondered if you'd be able to. "If you didn't freeze to death, you would've collapsed from exhaustion, or starved, or wandered into a Fatui encampment and gotten yourself <em>killed. </em>Is that what you want? Are you so desperate to leave me, you're willing to die for it?"<br><br></div><div>You shook your head, but the gesture felt too desperate, too <em>childish.</em> "I didn't wanna... I wasn't <em>thinking</em>. Please." His hand fell to your shoulder, then your cheek, and you nuzzled into it, mindlessly. <em>"Please.</em> I'm sorry. I won't run away again."<br><br></div><div>There was slight pause, kiss to the top of your head, light and fleeting, by way of reward. For telling the truth. For telling him what he wanted to hear. "I know," He muttered, his voice low, stifled. "I know, and I believe you."<br><br></div><div>He pulled away, settling into his place at your side, and you let out another cracked, jagged sob.<br><br></div><div>"And, in a few hours, I know you'll believe it, too."<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Little Things. </title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>KAEYA</strong> trusts you a lot. After all, he doesn’t want you to think of him as a villain. He depends on you so much that he’s okay with revealing what’s underneath that eyepatch. At first, he hesitated to show it, but he finally admitted it with enough reassurance. He thought you’d leave him after knowing his true self, but to his surprise, you didn’t. You told him that you accept him for being that way and never would you ever leave his side, and the smile that came after those words made your day indeed.<br><br></div><div>Cuddles with <strong>DILUC</strong> are the best, especially in winter. His Pyro vision added more heat to his body, which is excellent (It could be a bother in summer, though). Why light up the fireplace when you have him? He’ll just hug you from behind and bury his face in your neck, the strands of his hair tickle you whenever he does, and you’ll feel warm in no time. Just know that he’s just one call away whenever you feel cold.<br><br></div><div><strong>ALBEDO </strong>noticed you were a forgetful person because you would forget to bring a coat whenever you explored Dragonspine together, so he would always remind himself to get an extra one, just in case you forgot one. Bonus points if he sprays it with his cologne first before putting it on you.<br><br></div><div><strong>XIAO </strong>tries to be more open to you. He was thankful for you being patient with a person who’s unknown to affection like him. He thought he was an idiot that you made the first move instead of him, but you assure him that it’s okay and that you understand that. You were more than glad that he started to be more open to you. Day by day, he was improving. Honestly, just give him time. He’s new to this relationship thingy.<br><br></div><div>If Diluc is great at cuddles, <strong>ZHONGLI</strong>, on the other hand, is best at massages. He knows those tired eyes need one, so he offers to help you relieve stress. His fingers start to massage your scalp as you sigh in exhaustion, then he whispers praises and sweet nothings, telling you did great and deserve a rest. After that, he’ll tuck you in bed and kiss your forehead as “sweet dreams.”.<br><br></div><div>We all know how <strong>CHILDE</strong> becomes reckless when fighting. So, once he was on your doorstep, you greeted him with bandages and ointments in your hand. And whenever you start to patch him up, that’s where your scolding comes in. But Childe being Childe, he just took this as a joke. He knows how worried you are about him, especially since he comes home with scars and cuts all over his body almost every day. Once he blurts out his apologies, he’ll make it up to you by going on a date.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAZUHA </strong>loves writing haikus, and that like increased when he met you. Unbeknownst to you, he wrote them while you were away, so he’ll beckon you to listen to his haikus that were secretly about you when you come home. How could he not write about someone so beautiful? He’d be an idiot if he missed the chance.<br><br></div><div>Do you know who always makes you laugh without even trying? Yes, it’s the one and only<strong> ITTO</strong>. One time, he wanted to challenge you to a duel of Onikabuto, but he lost, and his face was hilarious. You tried to comfort him, but laughter came out of your mouth instead of settling words. Though, he didn’t mind one bit at all. He wouldn’t mind losing to another battle if it meant seeing your tender smile.<br><br></div><div>Being the head of the Kamisato clan,<strong> AYATO</strong> is always busy, but he never forgets to spend time with you. Every time he does his paperwork, you are always at the back of his mind. He would think about what he could do to make up for the lost time. Good thing his sister was there to snap out of his thoughts to continue his work. After work, the first thing he’ll do is to find you, and when he finally does, he’ll give you a chaste kiss on your forehead and a tender one on your lips.<br><br></div><div>You hate doing your chores, but you wouldn’t mind if you do it with <strong>THOMA</strong>. He knows how to brighten up the mood, like using the broom as a guitar or using the mop’s handle as a microphone. And when you’re done doing them, he’ll serve you his special Miso soup that you loved. Oh, and he peppers you kisses as he praises you for doing your chores.&nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-25 15:16:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Random scenarios ft. Kazuha, Albedo, Bennett</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em>KAZUHA<br></em></strong><br></div><div>- Boops your nose a lot<br><br></div><div>- In term of kisses, you have 5 kisses a day at least<br><br></div><div>- Hugs you a lot<br><br></div><div>- Hand holding is a must<br><br></div><div>- Stares at your face a lot<br><br></div><div>- Admiring from afar or from close up<br><br></div><div>(more under the cut)<br><br></div><div><strong><em>ALBEDO<br></em></strong><br></div><div>- Tells you about his expiriments a lot<br><br></div><div>- Sometimes asks you to bring him some stuff and when you give it to him he just grabs your hand and puts away the object<br><br></div><div>- He just wanted to hold your hand<br><br></div><div>- His hair is fluffy<br><br></div><div>- Hugs from behind<br><br></div><div>- If you fall asleep on him, he might fall asleep with you<br><br></div><div>- You just relax him so much<br><br></div><div>- Also loves to kiss you<br><br></div><div><strong><em>BENNETT<br></em></strong><br></div><div>- Very glad to have you<br><br></div><div>- Expect a lot of conversations<br><br></div><div>- Hes still happy when you dont anwenser<br><br></div><div>- Loves to hug you<br><br></div><div>- Get flustered when you even mention a kiss<br><br></div><div>- But maybe on the cheek<br><br></div><div>- Smiles a lot more around you<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>random quotes i wrote while crying about a game at 3am and the genshin character that said it;</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>ALBEDO: i</strong>f something happens to me and i start to change, let me be, for it means that i'm tired of this world; but i beg you, i <em>beg</em> you, don't let me change the essence that makes you love me.<br><br></div><div><strong>GOROU: i</strong> think I love you more today than i did yesterday. not because my love was lost yesterday and i let myself be carried away by the paths of uncertainty; but because today i got to know you a little more and i fell in love with a new essence of yours.<br><br></div><div><strong>DILUC: i</strong> don't believe there's a destiny, i don't believe there is anything greater in the universe that commands us at will and uses us as a puppet; but i do believe we were meant to meet, for my heart only knew peace when it found you.<br><br></div><div><strong>XIAO: m</strong>aybe it's too much to ask, and i'm even stepping your boundaries, but i'd like to hold you one more time, just to remember the last time i was truly happy.<br><br></div><div><strong>AYATO: t</strong>he lines on your hand represent the paths you took in your previous life until you found your true love; and the coincidence of our lines being the same, it's only up to the gods to explain why.<br><br></div><div><strong>ITTO: i</strong>'ve heard that the smiles we wear so proudly on our faces cause discomfort in the villages we pass through; maybe it's because they think we're crazy... or worse!, maybe they've discovered that we're in love.<br><br></div><div><strong>CHILDE: t</strong>he illusion that we are happy only makes sense when you kiss me with your lips thirsty for affection.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAEYA: t</strong>he day you leave me will be the day i will give up my essence; for without you by my side for me to surrender, what purpose would my helpless soul have?<br><br></div><div><strong>ZHONGLI: i</strong> love you. simply that. purely and deeply. i love you.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAZUHA: t</strong>he stars tell the stories of the infinite and their various conquests in fields of war and love. but the moon? the moon exists only to serve you, illuminating your beauty and carving your way to your next conquest, night after night, until you join it.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Giving Genshin Men Headpats!</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Albedo:</strong></div><ul><li>I bet he gives Klee headpats</li><li>Now if YOU give HIM headpats&nbsp;</li><li>Windows.exe stopped working</li><li>Confusion&nbsp;</li><li>He associates headpats as something you get when you have done well</li><li>Overworks himself so that you notice him</li><li>He tries so hard</li><li>Please tell him good job</li><li>Headpats + praise for the wombo combo</li></ul><div>Carrying a bag of sweets and homemade cake, you make your way to dragonspine. You really need to catch a break before others start chasing for your attention and blessings again. As you step into Dragonspine, you feel how the snowflakes fall on your face. You hurry to the alchemist's lab before it gets dark. Carefully jumping over the broken bridge you see Albedo working in his lab.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Albedo!” you shout.<br><br></div><div>“Your Grace, what are you doing here? Please, take a seat you must be exhausted” Albedo pulls out a chair for you.<br><br></div><div>“Here for you! I know you really like sweets so I brought some I thought you might enjoy. It's not much but please give me feedback on which ones you don't like.”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“Thank you, your Grace, for being so caring.” Albedo murmurs.<br><br></div><div>“Well you have been working really hard and not giving yourself a break. Good job but please take a break.”<br><br></div><div>Giving him the bag of sweets you walk over to the table behind him. It's pretty messy and looks like he was taking a lot of notes about his experiment. Turning your head you look at Albedo with a frown. He must be so exhausted the bags under his eyes are more prominent and his hair is messier than usual. You gently pat his head as he relaxes under your touch. Hearing his sigh of relief you make him sit on a stool. Slowly you undo his braid and begin running your fingers through his hair. Taking care of Albedo is now one of your best memories.<br><br></div><div><strong>Childe:</strong></div><ul><li>This menace&nbsp;</li><li>Puppy who runs after you</li><li>Brags about how his God favours him&nbsp;</li><li>Lets you ruffle his hair</li><li>Tells his whole family and neighbourhood</li></ul><div>“Thank you for cooking for me today, Ajax. I really appreciate it.” You look up and smile at him.<br><br></div><div>The cold weather really took a toll on you. You sit down on your couch and watch the snow fall while being wrapped up in thick blankets he brought over. Who knew that he could be so… caring.&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>“It's an honour taking care of your Grace. I used to take care of my sick siblings all the time.” he chuckles.<br><br></div><div>“Perfectly trained for such situations. A malewife indeed.”<br><br></div><div>“If I'm such a malewife why don't you wife me up then?” Ajax smirks.<br><br></div><div>“Very funny, Ajax. Maybe if that soup would cook faster I would consider it.” You tease.<br><br></div><div>Ajax hurries up preparing the soup and serves you a bowl. He is really a good cook. This soup just tasted like home. You feel a weight dip next to you and look up from your soup. Maintaining eye contact with him for a while before he breaks the silence with a laugh.<br><br></div><div>“Seems like you enjoy my cooking. I'm glad. I could cook for you every day if you marry me.”<br><br></div><div>You pat his head and ruffle his hair slightly. Marriage doesn't sound bad but right now it's not the right time.<br><br></div><div>“I will keep that offer in mind. Your cooking is truly amazing. Good boy!” You tease him.<br><br></div><div>“Well then more praise and affection for me if I did such a good job!” He teases back.<br><br></div><div>“That will cost you one more bowl of soup!” You laugh.<br><br></div><div>“I can't wait to show off to Scara. He's going to be so furious!” He beams.<br><br></div><div><strong>Scaramouche:</strong></div><ul><li>Acts like it doesn't bother him</li><li>Blushes like crazy</li><li>Pls tease him about it</li><li>Mans exploded</li><li>If anyone saw that rip</li></ul><div>You were bored out of your mind. There was nothing to do and you didn't feel like doing your duties either. So what does one do with their free time? Bully Scaramouche of course. His reactions are hilarious and he can't do anything about it. You make our way down the hall searching for a specific indigo haired man. Finally spotting him you run to him.<br><br></div><div>“Scaaaraaaaaa!” You scream down the halls.<br><br></div><div>He quickly whips his head around at the screeching sound leaving you. Breathing in he mentally prepares himself for your relentless teasing and bullying. He sighs and greets you.<br><br></div><div>“What are you up to? I will tag along! Can I try out your hat? I can be you for a day!”&nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Bombarding him with so many questions is not the smartest thing to do but you still do it out of fun. You grab his hand and give him an excited look.<br><br></div><div>“Your Grace, are you perhaps bored?” he questions.<br><br></div><div>“Maybe. Maybe not. Mouche is here with me so I can do things like this!”<br><br></div><div>“What…things?” looking worriedly at you.<br><br></div><div>You pinch and squeeze his face, especially his soft cheeks! Squishing his face and leaving his skin red due to your so called affection. You continue to pat and play with his hair while laughing at his reactions. He is so red! You should probably watch your back the next few days because he will try and get back at you.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Yan Genshin Boys / Regretful Mornings.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Childe<br></strong><br></div><div><em>No way.</em> No way, no way, no way—<br><br></div><div>This was not happening to you. You desperately search the blank caverns of your mind for any form of satisfactory explanation only to come up short. The room you’re in — or tent, to be exact — is unfamiliar and strewn with clothes. <em>Your </em>clothes. And that of the man who is snoring soundly beside you, his orange hair sticking in multiple directions, and scar-lined arm wrapped tight around your waist.<br><br></div><div>For a second, you consider suffocating him with the closest pillow, but decide against it. He’d like the fight and you won’t give him the satisfaction.<br><br></div><div>Childe is unfairly perceptive when he’s awake, though the same can’t be said for him now. He’s completely let his guard down. You cringe at the lipstick stains smeared against his pale neck and collarbone, recognizing the shade as what you put on last night. Something tells you he’s going to wear the rouge like a badge of honor.<br><br></div><div>The second you try to pry his vise-like grip from your person, he groans, muttering in his native tongue and pulling you closer. &nbsp;<br><br></div><div>Your patience frayed, you realize there will be no escape unless he’s awake. It’s not the ideal situation, but you hope he’ll be too in a daze to give it much thought and let you go. You shake him, once, twice; irritation growing the longer it takes to earn a reaction. Finally, dull blue eyes stare back at you. They widen, then gleam with <em>infuriating </em>delight, pink lips curling into a self-satisfied grin.<br><br></div><div>“Couldn’t wait any longer for round two, huh? Or was it three? I hardly remember,” Childe’s voice is raspy and low, yet enough to get on your last nerve. “I wouldn’t have ever thought you had that in you. Not such a good girl as you act, now are you?”<br><br></div><div>“Say another word and I will <em>strangle </em>you.”<br><br></div><div>“Huh, so you’re into that too. Awe, c’mon [First]. don’t look at me like that. I’m just playing around.”<br><br></div><div>You distract yourself by collecting the various garments belonging to you on the ground. The damage is worse than you hoped — the bastard had ripped your cute blouse in half — but your skirt’s in better shape. You pick up his gray jacket and crinkle your nose. He ruined your shirt, you’ll take his jacket, it feels like a fair enough reparation.<br><br></div><div>Throwing it over your shoulders, you make the mistake of glancing over at the bed, only to see him leering down at you. A familiar piece of fabric dangles from his index finger, taunting you further. Your favorite pair of panties. As if your pride wasn’t already in complete shambles.<br><br></div><div>“Want it back?” Childe proposes, smoothly dodging to the side when you pounce, even in his tired state. “Then come and get it.”<br><br></div><div><strong>Diluc<br></strong><br></div><div>You wake up to an empty bed and a raging headache.<br><br></div><div>Your immediate reaction is visceral panic. The ornate surroundings, silky-smooth sheets, pillows fluffed with feathers; it’s an unknown world. Logic manages to triumph over emotion and you steady your breathing. There’s no doubt about it — you’re in the Dawn Winery. However, the enigmatic master of this homestead is nowhere to be seen. That’s just as well to you. You’d rather not dawdle on the awkward conversations that would certainly follow such a tryst.<br><br></div><div>Upon the nightstand are a glass of water and a note. Recognizing the handwriting as Diluc’s, you consider feigning ignorance and leaving without reading it, yet guilt convinces you otherwise.<br><br></div><div>Whatever possessed you to let him in last night will undoubtedly haunt you from here on out. Right after you rejected his confession too… what sort of mixed messages will this send the wine tycoon? Sighing, you gulp down the cool liquid and read his letter.<br><br></div><div><em>Dearest [First],<br></em><br></div><div><em>I regret being unable to stay in bed with you this morning. Please know that I’d by far rather be enjoying your presence right now than entertaining emissaries from foreign nations. I promise to make up for this by having dinner with you this evening — I believe we have much to discuss regarding our future together. I eagerly await the chance to see you again. The maids have been alerted of your presence and will provide you with anything you might need, so call on them as you see fit.<br></em><br></div><div><em>Sincerely yours, Diluc<br></em><br></div><div>… You’re going to need a vacation overseas after this major lapse in judgment. What were you doing? Or, to be more precise, what were you thinking? You had finally managed to shake him off after months of his relentless pursuit. Guilt and shame latch their tendrils onto your heart as you set the tenderly written note back down. There won’t be any intimate dinner by the candlelight or whimsical discussions of your nonexistent future together.<br><br></div><div>This was a <em>mistake</em>. One that you were hellbent on not repeating.<br><br></div><div>The clothes you wore to Angel’s Share last night are tucked atop the cherry wood vanity, pressed and folded neatly. You quietly slip back into them while considering the greater consequences this will bring. No matter what circumstances lead up to you joining Master Diluc in bed, he won’t accept any point you make that isn’t in his favor. Arguing with the man is akin to arguing with a brick wall.<br><br></div><div>That’s why you intend to make yourself scarce before matters worsen.<br><br></div><div>You spare his master suite a final glance, frowning deeply. “I’m sorry, Diluc. It just wasn’t meant to be.”<br><br></div><div>Your hand twists the gilded doorknob that leads to the hallway and you’re met with firm resistance. Furrowing your eyebrows, you try again, then once more; until a dreadful realization hits you like a ton of bricks.<br><br></div><div><em>He locked the door.<br></em><br></div><div><strong>Kaeya<br></strong><br></div><div>“Need some help there, sweetheart?”<br><br></div><div>Kaeya’s arms snake up from behind, pulling your back flush against his bare chest. You squeak at the unwitting contact, dropping your shoes in the process, which clatter noisily to the floor. He chuckles against your ear, his voice husky and deep enough to make your face feel like it’s caught on fire. His hands start to creep underneath your shirt, ghosting up and up until—<br><br></div><div>“Help? What makes you think I need help, Kaeya?” Your voice comes out more like a squeak than you intended.<br><br></div><div>“I noticed you developed a bit of a limp there,” comes his smooth reply, making you immediately regret playing into his game. “How did that come to be, hm? Want me to carry you around, princess?”<br><br></div><div>His teeth tease your earlobe, kissing and pulling the sensitive flesh. He knows the perfect methods to get you worked up. Kaeya maneuvers you with the same expertise a master blacksmith does their blade; knowing just how much heat you can handle before you need to be dipped into icy water.<br><br></div><div>“I, uh, am actually taking up the mantle of the church and practicing celibacy. So if you’d please let me go…”<br><br></div><div>“Oh? I had no idea you were religious. When did you convert?”<br><br></div><div>“Two minutes ago.”<br><br></div><div>“That’s all it’d take for me to convince you otherwise,” Kaeya teases you by pinching the skin of your hip. “Besides, can you claim to be celibate after taking me so well last night? How utterly sacrilegious.”<br><br></div><div>This is not going how you intended. Your original game plan was ingenious, really, the best of the best. You were going to grab your belongings and make a break for it before the Cavalry Captain woke up. Sure, it’d be an obvious walk of shame, but you could care less what bystanders might think. So long as you were free of the lion’s den that is Kaeya’s personal quarters.<br><br></div><div>“Look, Kaeya, I should really be heading back now. I’d hate to be late for work.”<br><br></div><div>“As strong a point as that would be,” Kaeya nods in the direction of a calendar on his wall, “It’s the weekend, sweetheart. Can’t I borrow you just a while longer? You’re breaking my heart here.”<br><br></div><div>It’s hard not to roll your eyes at the blatant exaggeration. This isn’t what would break his heart — falling permanently outside his realm of influence might do the trick, however. That was the path you were supposed to be treading last night. A bittersweet breakup that he somehow managed to sweet-talk his way out of, again. You used to think you were walking in circles, but now you’re not so sure. Perhaps you’re not even moving from the starting line.<br><br></div><div>“I’ll take your silence as a yes. Come back to bed, won’t you? It’s so unbearably <em>cold </em>without you there to warm it.”<br><br></div><div><strong>Zhongli<br></strong><br></div><div>“Do you not intend on staying for breakfast?”<br><br></div><div>Zhongli’s smooth, his baritone voice stops you from making a swift escape back into Liyue Harbor. Your hand hovering over the gold doorknob considers ignoring him and going on your merry way. Common courtesy prevents you from doing so. You pivot on your heel, greeting your lover from last night with a sheepish smile as if you weren’t just trying to sneak your way out.<br><br></div><div>“I’d hate to impose,” you offer your best excuse, though you both know it’s a weak one. Zhongli is generous enough not to point that out.<br><br></div><div>“While you rested in, I took the liberty of ordering multiple dishes from Wanmin Restaurant,” Zhongli motions to the dining room table in a single, graceful sweep. “Please help yourself. I’d love to have your company a while longer if you can spare the time.”<br><br></div><div>His genteel disposition draws you in like a moth to a flame. He went through the trouble of procuring breakfast — one of everything off the menu, from the looks of it — it wouldn’t bode well to reject such a generous offer. The tantalizing aroma of freshly cooked food wafts in the air, further enticing you to stay.<br><br></div><div>A few minutes wouldn’t hurt, you reason.<br><br></div><div>You delight yourself in tasting the wide variety of exquisite cuisine. Mouthwatering crystal shrimps that melt on your tongue, savory tiger fish grilled to perfection, and mint salad provides just the right amount of acidity to balance out the other flavors. Zhongli was truly a man of impeccable taste in every regard.<br><br></div><div>While you delight yourself in the array of dishes, Zhongli studies you closely, amber eyes studying your every movement and committing them to memory.<br><br></div><div>“Xiansheng, are you not going to eat anything?” You ask in between bites.<br><br></div><div>“Not this second, no. My appetite has recently been… sated,” his lips curl into a closed-mouth smile. Your food slides down your throat at an uncomfortably slow pace. “Shall we discuss the specifics of our newly formed contract, now that you’ve had your fill? Or should we wait until later?”<br><br></div><div>“C-Contract?” You repeat the word back, incredulous. “I don’t— I don’t remember signing any contract with you.”<br><br></div><div>Zhongli nods, yet the relief is short-lived. “Yes, you are correct about not having signed anything. However, verbal agreements are just as binding as their written counterparts. I expect you’ll hold up your end of the bargain as I have mine.”<br><br></div><div>You should not have tried to outdrink the Funeral Parlor Consultant.<br><br></div><div>“Okay, okay, I’ll bite. What exactly did I agree to?”<br><br></div><div>“I’m so glad you asked. Let us begin with page one, section B, clause III.”<br><br></div><div><strong>Albedo<br></strong><br></div><div>“You need to eat to regain your energy.”<br><br></div><div>Albedo breaks the tense silence from across the table, his calm voice akin to nails on a chalkboard for your ears. You continue poking at the sunshine sprat he prepared for you with a frown. You’ve inspected it multiple times, sniffing and cutting into the protein to test for anything suspect. So far, you haven’t identified anything, but <em>you’re </em>not the master alchemist here.<br><br></div><div>“Is the flavor not to your liking?” Albedo queries. He leans forward, removing a section for himself, then tasting it. “Hm. It tastes just fine to me. I can bring over seasonings if you wish to make adjustments.”<br><br></div><div>You decide to come right out and say it.<br><br></div><div>“I don’t want to ingest anything prepared by you.”<br><br></div><div>Albedo blinks at the blunt accusation, turquoise eyes appraising you in the same manner he would the specimens in his laboratory. You shift around in your seat. Some part of your subconscious is screaming that you’re being unreasonable casting him in a negative light without evidence, while the other could care less.<br><br></div><div>Everything about this is beyond mortifying. Waking up next to Albedo who was immortalizing the moment in charcoal, learning about the imminent snowstorm that’d keep you both stuck together for a few days, the nonchalant behavior from the alchemist who is acting like you hadn’t just been intimate together.<br><br></div><div>“You planned this,” you accuse, crossing your arms. “I know you did.”<br><br></div><div>“Was my performance inadequate? If I recall correctly, I brought you to clitoral orgasm thrice and vaginal orgasm once… that is above average according to the studies I’ve read.”<br><br></div><div>“It’s not that!” You exclaim, your face warmer than the hearth crackling by your side. “You… must’ve added one of those— what’s it called— discs? Disiac?”<br><br></div><div>“Aphrodisiac.”<br><br></div><div>“Yeah, that thing! You must’ve put that in my food, or something. There’s no other viable explanation.”<br><br></div><div>Albedo steeples his fingers together. “You’re jumping to conclusions, [First]. It’s normal to see an increase in sex drive during ovulation. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, this is a simple fact of human biology.”<br><br></div><div>Flurries of snow beat against the window panes of Albedo’s Dragonspine cabin. Wind howls, branches snap, and the roof trembles side to side. You compare your chances of braving the blizzard to being in Albedo’s company a second longer. Would you get hypothermia and freeze to death outside? Probably, there’s a decent chance. However, that’s starting to sound better than sitting here. You’ll keep weighing your options.<br><br></div><div>“Wait, how do you even know that I’m ovulating right now?”<br><br></div><div>“There are… certain tells.”<br><br></div><div>You groan and cover your face with your hands. “<em>Archons</em>, are you creepy.”<br><br></div><div><strong>Scaramouche<br></strong><br></div><div>“This really is <em>not </em>the morning I wanted.”<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche’s irate mumble falls on deaf ears while the Fatui agent securing your left forearm continues giving his damage report. You glare at him from where you stand, which he happily returns, electricity thrumming and pulsating in the air. The Harbinger impatiently taps his feet against the ground and motions for the agent to speed it up.<br><br></div><div>“As I was saying, my lord, there’s property damage on the northernmost tower’s window from where she broke the glass. One of our men have been stabbed in the abdomen and is in critical condition, he’s suffered from hypodermic shock—”<br><br></div><div>“I do not care, move onto the part that concerns me.”<br><br></div><div>The Fatui agent nods stiffly. “Very well, sir. My question was… how do I report this to the Tsaritsa? And the man’s family, should he succumb to his wounds? She’ll need to pay for what she’s done.”<br><br></div><div>“I should’ve gone for the heart, if only you bastards had one,” you spit back.<br><br></div><div>The agent’s grip on you tightens, causing you to exhale in pain. Scaramouche’s eye twitches.<br><br></div><div>“She should be extradited back to Snezhnaya where she’ll be tried for the attempted murder of a government official.”<br><br></div><div>This Tsaritsa bootlicker must be new or freshly stationed in Inazuma for not knowing the unspoken rules relating to the Balladeer. You’d pity the unlucky bastard if not for the animosity brooding in your heart and the bruises forming on your arm. Whatever fate befalls him for mouthing off Scaramouche is none of your concern — you’re far too busy worrying about the consequences for scampering off.<br><br></div><div>“While I greatly appreciate your unsolicited advice, I’ll see to this matter personally,” Scaramouche dismisses the agent’s concern with blatant apathy. “Now, hand me my charge back and go make yourself useful elsewhere.”<br><br></div><div>The agent guffaws, “You’re going to let her get away with this? My lord, I must interject—”<br><br></div><div>“The only thing that will be sent back to Snezhnaya should you finish that sentence is you, in multiple boxes at that. Dottore always loves a fresh set of toys to play with.”<br><br></div><div>It doesn’t take more than that for the agent to reconsider his priorities. He departs with a bow, leaving you alone in Scaramouche’s chambers once again. The aforementioned male is in a state of disarray, a yukata messily wrapped around his lithe frame and his hat notably missing. He must’ve hurried to get ready upon realizing you were missing when he awoke.<br><br></div><div>“Ungrateful wench. Look at the trouble you’ve put me through,” Scaramouche runs his hand through his hair. “You were practically throwing yourself at me last night, what changed in the span of ten measly hours?”<br><br></div><div>“... Newfound self-respect.”<br><br></div><div>“You always have been quite the proficient comedian, haven’t you?” He laughs a humorless laugh. “Now go scrub the area that troglodyte had the audacity to touch. I can’t <em>stand </em>the thought of others touching my woman.”<br><br></div><div><strong>Xiao<br></strong><br></div><div>“Have you been staring at me this entire time?”<br><br></div><div>“... No.”<br><br></div><div>You seriously doubt the validity of his claim yet decide to drop the subject. For now, you’re assessing the number he did to your skin, wincing at the litany of lovebites and hickeys marring your torso. The splotches stop right below your jawline. You do a mental recap of your closet for any clothes that’ll cover this evidence in the time it’ll take to heal. Scarfs are in style in Fontaine, but not so much in Liyue…<br><br></div><div>“Does it hurt?” Xiao inquires, his voice soft, almost remorseful.<br><br></div><div>You push your concerns to the side in favor of comforting the adepti, his countenance reminiscent of a kicked puppy. “No, not really, it’s fine. I was just a little taken back.”<br><br></div><div>To be fair, <em>everything </em>about this has you taken aback.<br><br></div><div>Using the vigilant yaksha’s testimony and your blurry memories, you were able to painstakingly piece together what brought you to his bed. You apparently summoned him by speaking his name, stumbling home from a get-together, drunk out of your wits. He didn’t know what to do with you in your inebriated state and brought you to his adepti abode. One thing led to another… now you’re in this awkward predicament.<br><br></div><div>To say you have mixed feelings is an understatement.<br><br></div><div>Xiao might be an immortal boasting next to no knowledge of human convention, yet to know he so quickly gave into carnal temptation makes you feel dirty. You’ve been trying to keep a level head. It isn’t easy when he’s been following you from room to room, stalking around in the shadows.<br><br></div><div>“I think I should head back to my place,” you look away from the mirror in favor of making eye contact with Xiao. “How do you leave an adepti’s abode?”<br><br></div><div>His lips part, then close, as if he’s seriously mulling over his answer. “I would need to let you out.”<br><br></div><div>“Oh, okay.”<br><br></div><div>You clear your throat when he doesn’t respond. “So, would you mind doing that?”<br><br></div><div>“There might be remnants of alcohol in your system. You should stay a while longer.”<br><br></div><div>The fine rope that is your patience grows thinner and thinner by the second. That’s a decision for <em>you </em>to make, not him. Mouthing Xiao off isn’t going to get you anywhere. If anything, he’ll take it as another reason for you not being fit to return to Liyue. You understand that he’s sworn to protect you, and that he takes promises seriously, but this is grossly overdoing it.<br><br></div><div>“What’s your definition of a while longer?”<br><br></div><div>“Until I believe you are of sound mind,” he replies, gazing off to the side. “If I hadn’t been the one to find you… hm. I will not linger on such things. Still, it is worth considering.”<br><br></div><div>You gape at him in disbelief. “Xiao, you’re not being serious, are you?”<br><br></div><div>“I fulfill every contract I make,” is his affirmation. “No matter the price.”<br><br></div><div><strong>Kazuha<br></strong><br></div><div>“How are you feeling? Can I get you anything else?”<br><br></div><div>Kazuha reminds you of a worker bee, buzzing from flower to flower, all in a manic frenzy to sate the queen. For the umpteenth time this morning, you reassure him that you’re perfectly fine and wanting for nothing. Well, aside from your clothes, that is. While you were blissfully unaware in the depths of slumber, Kazuha had taken it upon himself to wash your soiled garments and hang them on a clothesline.<br><br></div><div>“The wind is strong today,” he assured you. “It won’t take long.”<br><br></div><div>In the meantime, you’re wearing his black haori coat to preserve your dignity. Or whatever was left of it. The embarrassment must not be mutual, since he has had no difficulty conversing all morning while you struggle to choke out a few words. He sits noticeably closer to you and tends the campfire, humming a low tune.<br><br></div><div>“Um… Kazuha?” You whisper, immediately earning the male’s attention. His cherry-colored eyes soften at the mention of his name. A lump forms in the back of your throat that refuses to go away no matter how much water you gulp down. If his affection for you was a running river before, it’s a dam broken loose now; threatening to drown you with its overwhelming mass.<br><br></div><div>The words on your lips are going to shatter his heart. You know that, and it kills you; but what other option is there? It’s clear as day that he already has the wrong impression of your relationship. You need to quell this while you still can.<br><br></div><div>But when he looks at you like <em>that</em>… how can you say that you reciprocate his supposed love? That you hadn’t intended for this to happen, that it must’ve been one sip too many of sake clouding your judgment?<br><br></div><div>“I, uh,” you wet your lips, then sigh, temporarily resigning yourself to your fate, “Was wondering when we could go back to the city? I don’t think I’ll be able to find my way back by myself, since I’m not really sure where we even are. Your sense of direction has always been better than mine.”<br><br></div><div>Kazuha’s smile widens at the compliment. “There’s no rush, is there? I’m more than happy to forage or fish if you get hungry, and the weather’s agreeable too.”<br><br></div><div>You glance up at the sky. It’s overcast, clouds gray and hanging low, obscuring the sun from peaking out. While you’re aware of his ability to predict the weather, it wouldn’t take a meteorologist to surmise that it looks like you’re due for rain. The soft-spoken lie does little to calm your nerves.<br><br></div><div>You’re out here in the wilderness, bare aside for a single coat, alone with a man who has endured your roundabout rejections time and time again. Now that he’s gotten a taste of what he’s longed for, could he bring himself to part from the source? Would he even give you the opportunity to <em>try</em>?<br><br></div><div>The katana sheathed to his hip makes you hesitant to find out.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>their hands are smooth and cold, almost as if there is no blood rushing through it even though the exact opposite is occurring when you grasp their hand and intertwine your fingers with their long ones. not a single blemish is visible on their skin, the sign of a shielded life free of hard work - a stark contrast to how much good they've actually done fulfilling their tasks, which are equally as important to those lifting heavy objects daily. a single gold band glints on their ring finger in the morning light, a soft smile playing about their lips as they think about how lucky they are to love you.<br>— <strong>ALBEDO</strong>, <strong>AYAKA</strong>, chongyun, kokomi, lumine, <strong>LISA</strong>, <strong>NINGGUANG</strong>, shenhe, <strong>YAE MIKO</strong>, <strong>YUN JIN</strong>.<br><br></div><div>their hands are rough, dotted with callouses and scars stretching across the length of their palm. each one tells a story, they explain excitedly when you express your concern, especially after seeing a burn mark near their thumb. their hands are a map of memories, illustrating tales of travels far and wide which go wrong more often than not. a messy constellation of freckles dances about the back of their hand, and you press a kiss to each one before going to bed daily.<br>— <strong>BENNETT</strong>, <strong>CHILDE</strong>, hu tao, razor, <strong>XIANGLING</strong>, xinyan, <strong>YOIMIYA</strong>.<br><br></div><div>their hands are small, nails immaculately trimmed down and kept neat. there's never a spot of dirt on their hands when they grab yours and walk around the city. there's a small bump on their finger that they swear have no idea where it came from, but you think it's because they write too much. the lines racing across their palm are in perfect curves, and the two of you have no need to visit a fortune teller to predict your future when you're perfectly happy together in the present.<br>— <strong>AETHER</strong>, barbara, <strong>GANYU</strong>, <strong>JEAN</strong>, mona, sara, <strong>SUCROSE</strong>, thoma, venti, <strong>XINGQIU</strong>, yanfei.<br><br></div><div>their hands are long and elegant, each finger tipped with a faultlessly shaped nail. once in a blue moon a bruise will form on their wrist, or a scar will scratch itself across their palm, but you gently kiss it and promise it'll be better soon, and it doesn't make them flawed, instead it's a symbol of their strength. the tension in their white-knuckle grip only relaxes around you, their stress ebbing away like the tides under the crescent moon in your presence. no matter how harsh the injury, you'll always be their panacea.<br>— albedo, diluc, <strong>EI</strong>, <strong>EULA</strong>, jean, keqing, <strong>LUMINE</strong>, signora, <strong>XIAO</strong>.<br><br></div><div>their hands are strong, almost terrifyingly so, and that's visible at just a glance. veins stand out of their skin when they flex, leaving the citizens open-mouthed and gaping at the sight. they're powerful enough to lift you up into the air with a wide grin, strong hands clasped tightly around your waist, and you know they'll never let you fall. sometimes, they'll place their palm on your cheek and watch with an awed smile as your eyes flutter shut and you lean into their touch, though the smile quickly changes into surprise when you hop forward and kiss their plush lips.<br>— <strong>ITTO</strong>, <strong>BEIDOU</strong>, diluc, noelle, zhongli<br><br></div><div>their hands are always dirty for some unknown reason, and you swear you're this close to travelling to fontaine and purchasing a portable sink. grime gets under their nails from their adventures, and their fingers are covered with scratches from the pricks of thorny brambles. when they visit you in the dead of night or at the crack of dawn, their palms are stained with some unholy mixture of blood, soil and dust - you barely even dare to ask whose it is. but no matter how late they come home, as long as they can hold you in a warm embrace, you're fine with that.<br>— amber, <strong>GOROU</strong>, razor, <strong>ROSARIA</strong>, childe.<br><br></div><div>their hands are stunning, to say the least. their lithe fingers never fail to move with grace, whether when stealing the life of another or dancing across the strings of a mellifluous instrument. rings decorate each hand, deep silver and black colours that gleam in the dark when they trace a finger down your cheek and pull you close for another passionate kiss. the metal is cool against your face, the opposite of the warmth from their lips peppering every inch of skin they can reach. your fingers fit perfectly between the gaps in theirs, and it's almost like your hands were moulded for one another.<br>— dainsleif, <strong>KAZUHA</strong>, <strong>KAEYA</strong>, lisa, <strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong>, <strong>XIAO</strong>, yae miko.<br><br></div><div>their hands are adorable, small with short fingers and nails clipped. but, the part of their nails left is spotted with splashes of colour and design, a rainbow decorating their fingers and painting one in the air whenever they raise their hands to wave to you. and that's not all, because a gallery of nail art adds onto the glamour, with miniscule illustrations of weapons and stars and monsters they've painted on their own smile up at you. but although they put the utmost care into painting their nails, nothing compares to the care with which they hold your hand and smile, ready to give you the best day of your life.<br>—<strong> </strong>amber, <strong>FISCHL</strong>, xingqiu, <strong>VENTI</strong>.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>#ALBEDO (KLEE)<br></strong><br></div><ul><li><em>listen</em>. klee is convinced the two of you are made for each other!! she saw you two talking and went, <strong><em>ah yes, a couple!! (๑&gt;◡&lt;๑)</em></strong></li><li>in her mind, the two of you looked just like any of the other couples she has seen around mondstadt!! <em>you’re probably married, right? wait…she wasn’t invited to you wedding! how dare mr albedo do that!! &gt;:o</em></li><li>imagine her surprise when albedo told her that, <strong><em>no klee, y/n and i are just friends. where did you get this idea from? - </em></strong><em>so you’re not married? and i didn’t get not invited to the wedding? </em><strong><em>- no???</em></strong></li><li>after her “<em>discovery</em>”, albedo’s afternoons with klee consisted of, <strong><em>“mr. albedo, did you ask y/n yet??”, “well i think y/n likes you because you like them too!!”</em></strong> and <strong><em>“can we go visit y/n?? please??”</em></strong></li><li>he’s truly struggling keeping up with her questions about you, especially because she just doesn’t get tired of it?? he’ll tell her that you’re just friends and she’ll be like, <strong><em>no, you’re not</em></strong> and that’s it! checkmate mr smarty pants (๑･̑◡･̑๑)</li><li>luckily for him, klee never actually mentioned him or how she thinks you two should be together to you??? well, she didn’t…</li><li><em>…until she did (*⁰▿⁰*)</em></li><li>klee asked you to have lunch with her and albedo, and you obviously agreed because who could say no to that?!</li><li>you and klee are on your way to pick up albedo from dragonspine, chatting and having a great time when she suddenly hits you with the, <strong><em>y/n, you have to go out with mr albedo. ok? he never listens when i tell him to ask you! it’s so annoying!!</em></strong></li><li>safe to say, you were stunned.<em> klee, what are you talking about?? albedo and i-</em></li><li><strong><em>he likes you! and you like him, i know it! so be together! &gt;:( </em></strong>klee’s getting all pouty and stomps her little feet￼ because <em>ugh!! just date already!! it’s so obvious, so please!!</em></li><li>you tried to brush her off and were ready to just pretend nothing happened, to never speak a word about this to albedo…klee on the other hand, <em>didn’t</em> （＾ω＾）</li><li>you reached his camp, and even before albedo was able to greet you two, klee excitedly told him, <strong><em>mr. albedo, i did it for you!! i told y/n about it and they’re gonna say yes, so just ask them now, ok? (๑╹ω╹๑ )</em></strong></li><li>seems like now <em>both</em> you and albedo had to face￼ your feelings ♪( ´▽｀) klee walking up to jean like hehe yes i did that thank you</li></ul><div><strong>#BENNETT (BARBARA)<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>barbara found out about benny’s crush on you while patching up some of his wounds, actually! he was still high on adrenaline and kind of just said whatever came to mind? ٩( ᐛ )و</li><li>he passed by you on his way to the cathedral and now his mind’s running, both from the adrenaline pumping through his veins as well as from seeing you-</li><li><strong><em>oh and i went to good hunter with them and fischl yesterday! it was so good and pretty! the food was good and y/n was pretty, i mean- and also! did you know that y/n also knows how to fix my wounds? they helped me last time, when you were out and-</em></strong></li><li>he’s just rambling and rambling and rambling and barbara just listens to him gushing about you with a smile, <em>well, did you ask them out if you like them so much?</em></li><li>and he just <em>freezes</em> (*´ー｀*)-</li><li>he regains his composure a bit and immediately is like, <strong><em>oh no! i could never!! me and my bad luck would bother them so much and i don’t want them to possibly get hurt, and what if they don’t even like me like that and it could ruin our friendship and make us awkward and-</em></strong></li><li>barbara feels so bad for him?? she knows it’s not her place to do anything but she doesn’t want him to think like that, especially when she knows that you might, possibly, perhaps also like him :((</li><li>so she takes it upon herself and writes a little anonymous note to you!! she mentions that a <em>certain</em> member of a <em>certain</em> one man adventure team might be fond of you, and that you definitely should ask him out!! (^з^)</li><li><em>unfortunately</em>, barbara isn’t that good at hiding things? which results in her avoiding you like the plague because she doesn’t trust herself to not expose that she was the one.. ∑(ﾟДﾟ)</li><li>but at the same time she always tries to subtly ask bennett if anything…<em>special</em>…happened…if there was something…<em>happening</em>…and poor benny is clueless and is always just like? <em>no? i don’t think so? ( ・∇・)</em></li><li>barbara is frustrated!! she fears you <em>might’ve never actually received the letter? what if you lost it before you could read it?? what if she accidentally put it in someone else’s pocket?? dear barabtos, what if…what if you don’t even like bennett back?! what then?! oh dear archons-</em></li><li>her train of thought is interrupted by the door swinging open, a beet red bennett stumbling in, goofy smile on his face..</li><li>and would you look at that!! from now on, benny gets to gush about you to barbara as your <em>boyfriend</em>!! wowie!! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶</li></ul><div><strong>#CHONGYUN (XINGQIU)<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>there’s rarely anything xingqiu enjoys as much as tormenting chongyun - <em>lovingly</em>, of course! <em>but…</em></li><li>…if there’s <em>one</em> thing he absolutely <em>hates</em>, it’s the way chongyun torments <em>himself</em> by not confessing to you,,,heck, he doesn’t even have to confess!! merely talking to you would be a reasonable step to take!! (￣^￣)</li><li>xingqiu tried <em>everything</em>. from being very gentle and understanding to giving chongyun rather aggressive love and support- and nothing works!!</li><li>xingqiu’s is at the end of his rope while chongyun is the same lovestruck fool he always was 😀👍</li><li>xingqiu doesn’t want to confess for him or anything, because that’s a little too far, even for him! (￣^￣)</li><li>(also, he’s sure chongyun’s first instinct would be to say that he’s lying and that it’s not true. so, maybe he would, but it would probably backfire.)</li><li>sooo…since <em>he</em> can’t be the one to tell you about chongyun’s crush, who could?…well, how about chongyun <em>himself</em> 👀</li><li>xingqiu knows that his plan might be a little mean, but he’s truly just looking out for chongyun!! especially because he’s about 97% sure you like him back-</li><li>because you see, xingqiu’s plan was to have you ‘<em>accidentally</em>‘ overhear chongyun talking about his feelings for you!!</li><li>is it a little mean? yeah, but it’s all in good faith! xingqiu just really, really wants to help chongyun out - and if it means making him a little mad in the process, so be it</li><li>they met up to have dinner together, and xingqiu invited you too, unbeknownst to chongyun - and unbeknownst to you, he invited you a little later</li><li>that way, he has enough time to ease into the subject and have chongyun ramble about you by the time you arrived!!</li><li><em>say, chongyun, how’s your little crush on y/n going? - </em><strong><em>w-what? well, it’s going fine. i mean, i haven’t told them yet and i’m not even really thinking about telling them because that would be crazy right? y/n surely doesn’t like me back and-</em></strong></li><li>and what can he say, it worked!! perfectly, actually ￼￼￼(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) well, perfectly except for chongyun‘s face that looked like it was about to explode while you stood there like ￼Σ੧(❛□❛✿)</li><li>tldr; so while chongyun might got a little mad at first, at the end of the day, xingqiu was the one who got you two together! ha, checkmate! (*´꒳`*)</li></ul><div><strong>#DILUC (JEAN)<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>jean absolutely did <em>not</em> mean to say anything. she would’ve taken the knowledge of diluc’s infatuation with you to the grave if she had to. especially because not even diluc knew that jean knew!! it’s a mess- (*´Д｀*)</li><li>the second she accidentally let it slip, she froze and just stared at diluc for a second…who seemed just as shocked as her ( ・∇・)</li><li><strong><em>um, i-…did not mean to say that. i’m sorry, please forget about it. it’s absolutely none of my business, i never would’ve said anything, i-</em></strong></li><li>she’s panicking while diluc is still frozen, his mind racing; <em>how did she know? did he tell her at some point? did someone else tell her? did she figure it out on her own? if she figured it out on her own, dear archons, does that mean he’s that obvious? but if that’s the case, other people would’ve surely noticed as well, right? what if-</em></li><li>the ungodly shrieks both of them let out when you come into the tavern, greeting them- 💀</li><li>they both try so hard to pretend like nothing happened and jean tries her darnest to come up with an excuse to leave immediately, she can’t take this anymore ( ´θ｀)ノ</li><li>them: ( ・x・) you: (*^ω^*) hey guys!!</li><li>jean really doesn’t mean to butt into diluc’s business!! <em>especially</em> not his love life- (ﾟ∀ﾟ)</li><li><em>but</em> she’s also someone who really likes to help people…and she’s seeing how much diluc’s struggling with her own two eyes…</li><li>would it really be that bad if she were to just..help out a little..?</li><li>now, jean herself also has no idea what she would do in his situation, much less any idea what she’s supposed to do as a bystander!! so she figures that encouragement would be the way to go! (๑&gt;◡&lt;๑)</li><li>so, the next time she meets diluc she tries to <em>subtly</em> bring you up, which seems to work well until she looks up at diluc and he stares back at her with the iciest glare she’s ever seen 😀-</li><li><strong><em>i-…i just mean…you know, i think it would benefit you if you told them? i think it’s pretty obvious to anyone that you and y/n have some sort of…special relationship? surely it would be best for you to…</em></strong>, jean trails off, seeing you slowly get up from the floor behind the counter where you had been helping diluc by sorting and refilling some ingredients ￼ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ</li><li><em>very</em> much awkward silence. it takes a solid 10 seconds for anyone to move, and once shock dies down, it’s chaos from there :(；ﾞﾟ'ωﾟ'):</li><li>right when jean found the words to say something, <em>anything</em>, to take back what she said and explain, diluc had a ‘<em>ah, screw it</em>’ moment and asked you to follow him outside for a second</li><li>the second you two went out the door, jean rushed to the back door of the tavern and hurried back to the knight’s headquarters - there’s <em>no way</em> she’s gonna stay around after the utter embarrassment she felt ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ=3=3=3</li><li>she and diluc silently agree to not talk about how you and him got together ( ✌︎'ω')✌︎</li></ul><div><strong>#KAEYA (ROSARIA)<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>does rosaria <em>care</em> about kaeya’s little crush on you? <em>absolutely not.</em> the <em>only</em> reason she even knows about it is because kaeya let it slip after a few drinks at the tavern (°▽°)</li><li>what she <em>does</em> care about, though, is the fact that he just <em>won’t shut up</em> about you. it’s like￼ a broken faucet, he just keeps <em>rambling on and on and on and on and on and-</em></li><li>she had to do <em>something</em>, okay? something to get him to shut up - so she took it upon herself to get you together (one way or another)! ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ</li><li>the thing is, though, that rosaria doesn’t…<em>care</em>? not enough to come up with some elaborate plan or give kaeya a pep-talk, at least-</li><li>to be fair, she did <em>try</em> to get him to confess to you before - which kaeya just shrugged off and dismissed, telling her, <em>ah, i wish i could</em></li><li>she’s quite literally about to just march up to you and let you know that kaeya likes you and that you should talk to him about it, for her sake if not for anything else (　˙-˙　)</li><li>the thought has been swimming around her mind for a while, but she never <em>really</em> felt the need to go through with it…<em>until</em> kaeya refused to talk about anything else but your upcoming birthday, which at that point was still a whole 2 weeks away (*´ー｀*)</li><li>surprise gift that, surprise dinner this - for <em>days</em>, all he talked about was putting together an amazing birthday surprise for you while all rosaria wants to do is sit in the tavern, drink and relax…ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ</li><li>quite frankly, she had enough 😀🤚</li><li>so imagine your surprise when rosaria pulls you aside the second you enter the tavern, brows furrowed</li><li><strong><em>listen, y/n, i need you to do something about that little thing you and kaeya have going on. it’s so painfully obvious, and he won’t ever shut up about you, so for the love of all archons, just get it together. both of you.</em></strong></li><li>you just stood there like Σ('◉ ⌓ ◉’)…and then you locked eyes with kaeya, who was standing behind rosaria- (kaeya and you suddenly locking eye(s) like Σ(‘▇ ⌓ ◉’))</li><li>rosaria follows your stare and turns to look at kaeya, shrugs and goes back into the tavern. <em>her mission is done here! ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ</em></li><li>it’s safe to say that both of you were a little flustered during the conversation you and kaeya had afterwards (〃ω〃)</li><li>it didn’t take long for kaeya to turn all suave again, though! ε-(´∀｀; )</li><li>(poor rosaria though, because now that you and kaeya are actually dating, he won’t ever shut up about you ٩( 'ω' )و)</li></ul><div><strong>#KAZUHA (BEIDOU)<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>kazuha regrets ever confessing his feelings for you to beidou about two times a day ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ</li><li>he’ll forget to do something and she’ll be like, <strong><em>kazuha, how are you gonna get y/n to date you if you can’t even prepare the rice?!</em></strong></li><li>she’s very direct and definitely wants him to confess to you - but, being the responsible captain she is, she also makes sure to remind him that a romantic relationship means <em>change</em></li><li>he’ll have to figure out if he wants you to come with them, or if he’d like to stay with you - maybe nothing will change and you’ll only see each other every few months? beidou is very supportive of him, though, and always encourages him to be brave and go for it</li><li>she just really wants to see him finally be happy darn it!! (＞人＜;)</li><li>the crux had a little celebration the day before they were leaving liyue for a few months, and beidou made sure to tell kazuha to invite you!!</li><li><strong><em>at least invite ‘em to the celebration! you don’t have to give ‘em your heart, but at least bid a proper farewell to ‘em. you’re gonna miss y/n either way, whether they know or not</em></strong></li><li>when beidou told him that kazuha kinda just went <em>hm. </em>(。-∀-)</li><li>because she’s right!! but the way she said it also made him want to confess really badly,,,</li><li>so you’re invited to the little celebration held on the crux!! <em>how fun!! </em>well, it <em>is</em> quite fun, but it would probably be a little <em>more</em> fun if kazuha didn’t look so <em>gloomy</em> the whole time? Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)</li><li>he’s just brooding the whole time, which is so unlike him?? you’re not sure what’s wrong, so you decide to ask beidou about it…she’s had a few drinks, so you had to ask her a few times until she got it ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ</li><li><strong><em>ahhh, that idiot…you know what, y/n? i’m a great captain. amazing even! so i’m gonna do what’s best for one of my own. listen well, yeah? that poet has the hots for ya. for a while now. won’t stop worryin’ about it. ‘s probably why he’s borodin’, he’s worried you’ll be gone by the time we come back.</em></strong></li><li>while you’re standing there, processing what she just told you, she turns around and beckons kazuha over. she pats his shoulder and gestures towards you, <strong><em>i told ‘em about it. you can get mad at me tonight, but make sure to thank me tomorrow</em></strong></li><li>beidou used to poke fun at the little poems kazuha would come up with when he was still crushing on you, and now she’s poking fun at him for the poems he writes down as your boyfriend. <em>they’ll never change ✌︎('ω')✌︎</em></li></ul><div><strong>#THOMA (YOIMIYA/AYAKA)<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>thoma struck pure <em>gold</em> in terms of finding the absolute best friends he could ever ask for!! yoimiya is the passion and confidence he needs and ayaka stays rational and talks him out of anything stupid (*´ω｀*)</li><li>now, yoimiya has been telling him to confess for months. years. <em>eons</em>. ever since she caught wind of his little infatuation with you, she told him to <strong><em>go for it, thoma!! what could possibly go wrong?</em></strong></li><li>…which was met with ayaka telling him to <strong><em>calm</em></strong> <strong><em>down and go about it slowly, thoma. spending more time with them and getting closer gradually is better than just springing it on them out of nowhere like that</em></strong></li><li>it’s safe to say he’s <em>struggling</em> a little trying to decide what to do |(￣3￣)|</li><li>even though yoimiya and ayaka couldn’t exactly <em>agree</em> on the way thoma should go about asking you to be his, they <em>did</em> however agree that this couldn’t go on any longer - poor thoma is all up in his head because of you!! (´；Д；`)</li><li>so, they decide to help out! thoma’s birthday was coming up anyways, and what’s a better gift than to finally be able to confess his love to the person he’s been pining after for so long? ￼￼￼(๑･̑◡･̑๑)</li><li>they had a <em>perfect</em> plan - the two of you would be sent out on your own, you believing you’re the ‘<em>distraction</em>’ that has to buy some time and while you’re walking around (with coincidentally placed flower petals and pretty lights everywhere), yoimiya is going to set off the prettiest fireworks!!</li><li>it’s going to be the perfect moment for both of you to come clean about your feelings and arrive to the birthday party as couple!! (๑&gt;◡&lt;๑)</li><li>yoimiya is burning with excitement and works on the fireworks with a completely new found fervour while ayaka is organising the surprise party~</li><li>they’re both just so excited to see thoma be happy with you :(( &lt;3</li><li>and when the day finally comes, it all seemingly goes according to plan - you’re out with thoma ‘<em>distracting</em>’ him and buying time for the people still decorating the kamisato residence, then the fireworks go off - <em>it all went smoothly!!</em> ayaka and yoimiya are both excitedly waiting for you two to walk in (｡･ω･｡)</li><li>and you do walk in!! you’re both smiling, thoma very obviously excited, and yoimiya can’t help but blurt out, <strong><em>FINALLY! FINALLY YOU ASKED Y/N OUT!!</em></strong></li><li>…never had anyone see the smile on thoma’s face warp into utter confusion so quickly 😀</li><li><em>w-what? i didn’t- what?</em> - <strong><em>you…you didn’t? but…the plan? the light? the flowers? the ‘distraction’? the fireworks???</em></strong></li><li>seems like they both planned everything to a t, <em>except</em> for letting thoma know what he’s supposed to do (´；ω；`)</li><li>in the heat of all the confusion (and embarassment, honestly) you excuse yourself and thoma and drag him outside - and the next time you enter the room, the smile on thoma’s face won’t be dropping so quickly ♪( ´▽｀)~</li></ul><div><strong>#ZHONGLI (HU TAO)<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>not <em>once</em> did zhongli even so much as mention you around hu tao, and still, she somehow figured out that he’s particularly fond of you?? and zhongli <em>hates</em> it!! _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):</li><li>she’ll randomly be like, <strong><em>oh! hey y/n!!</em></strong> just to watch zhongli turn around, ready to greet you with a tiny smile on his face, only to be met with no one…(￣ ￣) his smile drops so fast &lt;/3</li><li>hu tao’s thriving and zhongli’s losing his mind!!</li><li>she also always brings you up, no matter what they’re talking about! he’ll mention going to lunch and hu tao’s like, <strong><em>ah yes, lunch, try eating it with y/n, though! i think it’ll taste better!</em></strong></li><li>the amount of times she almost said something in front of you is way too high to count!! and coincidentally, it’s the same amount of times zhongli almost suffered a heart attack (ﾟωﾟ)…</li><li>you see, zhongli actually <em>does</em> plan to confess to you - on his own terms, though. he absolutely does not want to rush anything or ruin whatever platonic bond you built over time</li><li>he￼ wants to be sure that you also harbour romantic feelings for him!! so, he decides to wait; decides to be patient and let you relationship grow naturally until it feels right</li><li>…hu tao doesn’t think that his approach is very fun, to be honest. actually, she thinks it’s ridiculously boring!! why would he wait that long? and what’s that about letting your relationship grow naturally??? pffff- not on her watch!</li><li>straight up telling you about it wouldn’t be much fun, so hu tao decided to organise a cute little date, invite you in zhongli’s name via a little note, tell zhongli that you invited him for dinner and then she’ll just see what happens!!</li><li>and to even her own surprise…it worked quite well? zhongli was a little suspicious when she told him you invited him to dinner, but nonetheless, he took the chance - because what <em>if</em> it was actually you, and he didn’t show up? the idea of even accidentally standing you up makes his heart hurt (´･Д･)」</li><li>the two of you are having a great time and at one point zhongli kind of just decides that <em>this right now </em>is the perfect moment - you’re both smiling from ear to ear, listening to each other’s stories and basking the presence of one another</li><li><strong><em>y/n, pardon me if this is not the right time, but, what would you say if i took the liberty of asking you out on a date? a real, formal date. romantically, of course.</em></strong></li><li>hu tao was listening the whole time and she’s both <em>flabbergasted</em> and <em>impressed</em>?? she didn’t expect it to <em>actually</em> work!! 10/10 for herself, 10/10 for you and 7.5/10 for zhongli because the way he asked you out was way too formal for hu tao ψ(｀∇´)ψ</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <title>❱ ♡ ⌇ HEADCANON : jealousy + flirting</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>꒰🖇꒱ ┊ <strong>ALBEDO ;; princeps cretaceus</strong></div><div><strong><em>jealousy :<br></em></strong><br></div><div>✥ albedo has mastered what you call the stare of the void. while quiet and unsuspecting, his reputed solitude and silent demeanor make him a subject of underestimation and uneasiness.<br><br></div><div>✥ he usually avoids conflict; it gives him a nasty headache to deal with in the aftermath, and he knows that no, force feeding random strangers who dared to flirt with you dubious potions is <em>very </em>illegal. bad albedo! put that flask down!<br><br></div><div>✥ instead, he deals with it the way he does best, pulling an uno reverse card and making them feel uncomfortable.<br><br></div><div>✥ a blank-faced stare is all that he needs. albedo is incapable of blinking so he is relentless when it comes down to it, those eyes of his boring down on the interloper and staring into their very souls. they leave immediately after and he tugs you away with the slightest hints of pride on his face while feigning his innocence.<br><br></div><div>✥ of course, you just suspect him even more.<br><br></div><blockquote>❝ <em>what do you mean 'what did i do'? i just looked at him and he chose to ran off. you really can't be mad at me if they were the jumpy type, now can you?</em> ❞</blockquote><div><strong><em>flirting ;<br></em></strong><br></div><div>✥ if you're observant enough, you'd probably see albedo's attempts to flirt with you coming if you found a certain book on his work table.<br><br></div><div>✥ said book lists out every pickup line known to the existence, from cheesy conversation starters to some that are downright sexual with their connotations.<br><br></div><div>✥ does albedo learn all his pickup lines from second-hand books? yes. he never really flirted with you in the conventional sense before he started dating. in fact, he was rather blunt about his feelings, confessing right away. so this was new.<br><br></div><div>✥ but you didn't expect the smoothness he delivers said pickup lines with. albedo is pretty relaxed and it plays into his flirting. he delivers it like it's a fact while he scopes your face for any reactions. he manages to turn the crappiest one-liner into a scandalous sentence and the smug smirk on his face when he turns you into a flustered mess? that's the face of a bastard who knows he's done it right.<br><br></div><div>✥ the flirting won't stop, goodness no. he'll say it's for an experiment or even a fun little observation he'd like to make but the truth is unspoken between the two of you.<br><br></div><div>✥ he's having fun with it. the universe can only do so much to protect you from the newly established flirt tyrant that is albedo.<br><br></div><blockquote>❝ <em>you feel flustered? fascinating. maybe i should flirt with you some more because your reactions are quite fun to note down. hmm, now, what did the index finger say to the thumb...</em> ❞</blockquote><div><br></div><div>꒰🖇꒱ ┊ <strong>DILUC ;;</strong> <strong>noctua</strong></div><div><strong><em>jealousy<br></em></strong><br></div><div>✥ when diluc is jealous, it shows. despite being stoic and withdrawn most of the time, he does have his moments where his demeanor slips, and he leers at the person who tries making their moves on you.<br><br></div><div>✥ he tries to be a gentleman about it and deal with the situation calmly. if the person does back off if they catch wind that you are dating him, he tends to calm down faster. there is a difference between insolent behavior and simple misunderstanding and he can see that.<br><br></div><div>✥ if they insist on continuing, however, the leer is back. diluc can be snappy with his words, harsh even. his humor mainly consists of dry jokes so his choice of wording is even dryer when he's pissed. kaeya would vouch for that.<br><br></div><div>✥ a hand on your shoulder and a clipped "please leave the premises: is all it takes. diluc is a scary guy. having a tall, darkly dressed red-head with a face that shows he wants to do nothing more than murder you sort you into his bad books is the last thing you need.<br><br></div><div>✥ also, did the room just spike up a few degrees? he better not burn shit down-<br><br></div><div>✥ he apologizes later with a furrowed brow and a genuinely tired face to boot. he knows what a huge turn off jealousy can be and he acknowledges when his behavior proves to be atrocious. however, he's not going to just stand by if you are in a situation that makes you genuinely uncomfortable.<br><br></div><blockquote>❝ <em>i'm sorry if you found that upsetting...but i didn't like the way they looked at you. and the fact that they refused to back away? i had to step in...but i apologize...</em> ❞</blockquote><div><strong><em>flirting ;<br></em></strong><br></div><div>✥ diluc is...not that great at the conventional ways of flirting. the first time he tried it, the delivery was awkward, and the next moment was spent in painful silence as the two of you stared at each other, hoping one of you would talk and break this gaucherie.<br><br></div><div>✥ him flirting with honeyed words is a concept that almost seems alien to a lot of people anyway. the last thing you'd imagine him doing was dropping a barrage of pickup lines at you with a sultry smile on his face. if he did, then you'd be very, very worried.<br><br></div><div>✥ he does have other ways of showing you his admiration or affection. holding your hand at random moments of the day, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear; diluc's way of flirting is less vocal and more physical. there are no sugar-coated words to aid his actions.<br><br></div><div>✥ besides. the sweet talk is kaeya's thing and knowing him, any of kaeya's methods are usually renounced unless absolutely necessary. call it him being petty, but you have no room to complain when he warms your hands up and leaves a gentle kiss on your fingertips on a cold day.<br><br></div><blockquote>❝ <em>come here, let me hold your hand. you need to start wearing thicker gloves if they keep getting this cold...maybe i could help you buy some?</em> ❞</blockquote><div><br></div><div>꒰🖇꒱ ┊ <strong>ITTO ;;</strong> <strong>taurus iracundus</strong></div><div><strong><em>jealousy ;<br></em></strong><br></div><div>✥ itto is a man with the visage of a demon, considering he is a literal oni and most of your neighbors know you're his romantic partner and respectfully keep their distance, leaving their conversations respectful and perfectly platonic. while he is a kind man under all his bravado and brutishness, plenty do not wish to invoke the wrath of the many titled leader of the arataki clan.<br><br></div><div>✥ being as straightforward as he is, if itto feels jealous, you'll <em>know </em>he's jealous. he straight-up challenges the homewrecker to a duel if they cross the line, no questions asked and no forethought involved. the prize? what prize? the odds are stacked up to his favor; the poor person should run along before he draws his claymore.<br><br></div><div>✥ despite the person's intent, he still chooses to fight honorably. itto believes in fair fights ( which is weird since he challenges literal kids to beetle wrestling matches and takes their stuff as trophies when they lose to him ) or at least as fair as it can be ( read : massive oni ).<br><br></div><div>✥ if the person is idiotic enough to accept the challenge and have their ass handed to them, itto turns to you with his usual triumphant jubilance as he takes any particularly pretty trinket from his challenger's person, presenting it to you as a trophy of sorts to remind you of his daring.<br><br></div><blockquote>❝ <em>oho! so you wish to challenge me? arataki 'the irrefutable boyfriend of this lovely creature standing next to me right now' itto? a sumo wrestling match would be a suitable way to resolve it then- </em>❞</blockquote><div><strong><em>flirting ;<br></em></strong><br></div><div>✥ this man lacks subtlety. itto's flirting is playful, something the two of you can laugh over even though he intends on coming across as serious. he tends to be a little over the top with his affection, going as far as to serenade you in public while the members of the clan strummed their biwas with half-hearted and off-key notes.<br><br></div><div>✥ he puts up such a fuss when kujou sara or kuki shinobu steps into the fray to drag him away for misconduct and disturbing the peace. the latter usually linger a little longer to let him quickly finish off his poetry. sara on the other hand is relentless with her decisions and she casts you looks of silent apology while she hauls him by the horns.<br><br></div><div>✥ his compliments are nothing short of genuine. itto is not shy when it comes to expressing his love for you and there are plenty of occasions where he proclaims the utter perfection that is you for all of inazuma to hear. you try to suppress the growing heat on your cheeks while smacking his arm repeatedly to quieten him down. his raucous laughter, however, makes it pretty obvious that he doesn't really care if the entirety of inazuma does know you're his and he's yours.<br><br></div><div>✥ itto is a hopeless romantic and a passionate lover ( he's passionate about a lot of things ). his acts may come across as intimidating at first and if you ask him to, he'll try toning it down. gift-giving, flowers, shows of affection, he always seems to have something to give you when he comes to visit; especially after an adventure.<br><br></div><blockquote>❝ <em>they can hear my declaration of love for you? i believe that is the point but i COULD lower my volume a little AH! kujou tengu! have you come to—ACK!</em> ❞</blockquote><div><br></div><div>꒰🖇꒱ ┊ <strong>KAEYA ;;</strong> <strong>pavo ocellus</strong></div><div><strong><em>jealousy ;<br></em></strong><br></div><div>✥ kaeya always feels a mix of amused curiosity and mild annoyance when he sees someone making moves on you. his first line of action is stepping forward after a moment of observation ( he can't jump to conclusions now, can he? ) with a taut and painfully fake smile on his face.<br><br></div><div>✥ makes it very obvious that the two of you are dating with how he winds his arm around your waist. he's still polite and respectable, graciously nodding along to what you have to say while he touches you with the intimacy typical of lovers.<br><br></div><div>✥ being the king of passive aggression and subtle provocation, kaeya has his ways to send the person off with a stung ego without coming across as too much of a jerk. a pointed look here and there, a word slipping between his lips that might strike a nerve, and after he says what he has to say under the guise of saccharine words, he laughs it off like it's nothing.<br><br></div><div>✥ when they're gone, the front crumbles away ever so slightly and he turns to you with a much softer look in his eyes. the annoyance is still apparent and he needs the assurance coming from you to calm down completely. an apology is a must but you know deep down that kaeya will be the little shit he is again if he has to again.<br><br></div><blockquote>❝ <em>oh? the audacity of some people, don't you agree? i hope they didn't make you feel too uncomfortable, love. </em>❞</blockquote><div><strong><em>flirting ;<br></em></strong><br></div><div>✥ absolutely shameless. kaeya already proved to be a massive flirt when he first met you, an even bigger flirt when he fell in love with you, and now he's all over you with compliments and affection. there is no on and off switch for kaeya's flirting; he's bound to drop a few when he's around you.<br><br></div><div>✥ besides, why should he stop when your reactions are absolutely adorable! kaeya is a bastard in all its glory and he wears it with pride. that chest window you love so much? guess what, it's on all his clothes, some dipping so low that even you would have to step forward and cover it up to pry him away from ogling eyes. no, no touchie. this is YOUR man.<br><br></div><div>✥ but if there is something to note about kaeya's flirts, it's that they're sincere. yes, he does compliment the folks of mondstadt and there is truth behind his words, but with you, it's less than an empty compliment. every flirt is a declaration of love and you can see the passion behind his eyes when he says you look downright handsome or beautiful.<br><br></div><div>✥ he's always kissing you. always. every compliment is followed by a kiss. sometimes he just has these little spurts where he pulls you close and peppers your face with kisses. in those instances, you don't need words to know how serious he is. do his kisses count as flirts in a way? yes. yes, they do.<br><br></div><blockquote>❝<em> hm? you want me to stop calling you cute? how silly, weren't you the one who told me to be more sincere? i'm just being honest!</em> ❞</blockquote><div><br></div><div>꒰🖇꒱ ┊ <strong>ZHONGLI ;; lapis dei</strong></div><div><strong><em>jealousy ;<br></em></strong><br></div><div>✥ jealousy and zhongli tend to be a lot more nuanced than people give them credit for. he's not the hot-tempered god he used to be thousands of years ago. if you consider that his edgy teen phase ( if edgy teen phases counted mass slaughter ) then he was now a pretty well-adjusted adult.<br><br></div><div>✥ he puts a lot of trust in his relationship with you and he knows that he has no explicit reason to get jealous. he cares for you deeply and you care for him deeply and he is assured of that by your words and soft smiles and touches. if you look at it that way, zhongli has nothing to worry about and for the most part, he's quite laid back knowing you would handle this situation on your own.<br><br></div><div>✥ but old habits die hard sometimes and he'd usually find himself glaring oh so subtly into his tea when someone walks up to you with intentions that are far from pure and distress is visible on your face. the hints he leaves are almost unnoticeable; the tightening of his grip on his teacup, the way his eyes seem to darken ever so slightly.<br><br></div><div>✥ zhongli's jealousy and quiet and tumultuous and he deals with it similarly, quickly stepping in with soft words asking you what is is going on. the persistent ones are always the ones that face that look from him. narrowed eyes while his lips are pressed into a thin like a sneer from the divine. he sharply questions them on their intent and asks them to leave with a polite but very stern voice; like he was disappointed in the fact that they had the very idea to continuously pursue despite your constant rejections.<br><br></div><div>✥ or in other words, zhongli pulls the dad card.<br><br></div><div>✥ when they're gone, it almost seems like he's snapped out of a daze, the realization of how he handled the situation crashing down on him. he may not have made a fuss but his actions were unbecoming in his opinion. he has the grace to look sheepish and does convey his sorry to try making up for it. a walk would be nice as well...<br><br></div><blockquote>❝ <em>ah, i may have stepped out of the line for this one but i don't feel inclined to apologize to them for my behavior. forgive me for making such a decision, i just don't like seeing you upset like that.</em> ❞</blockquote><div><strong><em>flirting ;<br></em></strong><br></div><div>✥ zhongli's flirting is mostly compliments that are so sincere that they are bound to make you flustered. he puts his point across quite bluntly but with you, it's mingled with a sense of awe or adoration that makes your chest flutter. you decide to try on some new clothes you picked out? the compliments start, especially if they are tasteful to look at.<br><br></div><div>✥ that's all that there is to it, really. if he finds you look particularly lovely, he says it without a second thought. yes, he gets a little flustered but he'd rather let you know as soon as possible than dilly dally over it. he sees no need to hold back on something he wants to say, especially if it's not hurting and ESPECIALLY if he can invoke any reaction out of you.<br><br></div><div>✥ sometimes you wonder if zhongli is capable of flirting since his words for you are usually so genuine. it almost comes across as innocent in a way with how he says his, the slightest smile on his lips as he gazes at you with his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners.<br><br></div><div>✥ you only think otherwise when you spot that smirk hinted on his face after he got a strong reaction out of you. when you accused him of it, he just shrugged, stating he has no clue what you're talking about while pressing a kiss on your knuckles.<br><br></div><div>✥ LIES ALL LIES THAT SLIGHT SMIRK WAS BACK AGAIN AND HE KNOWS YOU CAN SEE IT-<br><br></div><blockquote>❝ <em>know? know what, love? i'm only complimenting you...isn't that what lovers do?</em> ❞</blockquote>]]></description>
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         <title>angel. fem!reader.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><strong>+ ITTO, THOMA, KAEYA, GOROU, KAZUHA.</strong></blockquote><div>there’s only one thing he knows: to rut into you until his legs are in wild jitters, balls tight and cock raw from milking himself with your pretty pussy. sure, it hurts— it hurts so much that he’s spurting nothing but watery cum now, but with a pussy as perfect and as tight as yours, it’s impossible to stop. “just one more, angel,” he whispers right into your mouth, voice shaky and hoarse, his own eyes glistened as he pushes in— practically brutalizing his cockhead with the soft muscles of your clenching cunt. he grunts loud, the sound coming deep from his guts, as he once again shoots another load. body flushed against yours, forehead to yours, as he deliriously whispers how good it feels to fuck his pretty baby when she’s all splayed out, clawing at him helplessly yet begging to be fucked harder, begging for more.<br><br></div><blockquote><strong>+ ZHONGLI, DILUC, ALBEDO, AYATO, XIAO.</strong></blockquote><div>he wants his cock all the way in. the kind of deep where his balls kiss the skin below your cunt. the kind of deep where he could feel your tummy flexing because he’s reached that spot. throws his head back with his eyes closed, a satisfied sigh rolling off his lips because it feels good— so good that he wants nothing but to remain inside your little cunt. loves fucking slow— from root to tip he would fuck you with his hot mouth wrapped around your tingling nipples, carefully building your and his orgasm. he’d lean back occasionally to stare at where you’re connected, just to see how your raw pussy lips stretch around the girth of him. you look so pretty underneath him, utterly gorgeous with tears in your eyes and a mouth that babbles only incoherent words because your brain had turned to puddle with the feeling of being absolutely <em>full</em>.<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title># GOING IN, DEEP STROKES !!</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>$</strong> <strong>CHILDE</strong> <strong>is such a meanie.</strong> he loves humiliating you, and pointing out your little faces you make while getting fucked dumb by him. oh but more than anything, he’ll edge the shit out of you, to the point where you’re crying. he’d coo such sweet words in your ears, while his tone didn’t ever match his deep thrusting. wiping your tears, he’d let out a soft laugh telling you how good your doing, but also reminded you how stupid you looked, being fucked so good by him. i like to imagine childe mocking your moans and whines, trying to imitate your cute expressions, as he kept railing you into oblivion. such a menace ;(:<br><br></div><div><strong>$</strong> <strong>ITTO</strong> <strong>is something else.</strong> his sex drive is crazy. he’s the type to fuck anytime — anywhere. he’s definitely goofy in bed, but still full of dominance. he’ll always ask and make sure if you’re okay. itto would literally giggle during his orgasms, just so he wouldn’t hurt his pride. whenever he’s not so goofy during bed though? o-oh. be prepared bc this man would leave all sorts of scratch marks all over your body. sometimes he can’t help it !! he loves your body beneath him ‘n treats it like a canvas. speaking of, he’ll love leaving hickeys all over you.<br><br></div><div><strong>$ XIAO</strong> <strong>is a big bully.</strong> i mean .. it’s <em>xiao</em> lol. i feel like for him, he’s not really one for being intimate a lot because of him being a yaksha. but when he does, just be warned lol. he’s all for degradation, calling you everything in the book. xiao likes fucking you in front of a mirror to see your face. everytime you’d whine or moan he’d smack your ass, telling you you shut up even though he absolutely adored your little cries. he has god-sent stamina, so he could go on and on for hours. he loves making you cry as well — i kind of see xiao as a sadist in bed. yk what they say, quiet ones tend to be the most freaky…<br><br></div><div><strong>$ KAZUHA</strong> <strong>is such a sweetheart omg.</strong> praise kink praise kink praise kink !!! i could definitely picture him as a soft dom. always complementing how pretty you look for him. switching the roles, i feel like he’d love for you to praise him while he’s fucking u. music to his ears tbh. he’ll go nice and slow, and he has the <em>best</em> aftercare. while he’s being one with you, he’d smother you with lots of kisses while having his fingers intertwined with yours. grrr he’s so adorable, while he’s fucking you, he’d get so caught up he’d end up overstimming himself, whining like a cute baby asking if <em>you’re</em> okay instead of him &gt;:(<br><br></div><div><strong>$ DILUC is interesting.</strong> lol i say that bc, have u met the man. idkidk i mean diluc is mostly sure 100% a mean dom but he can be nice too .. in his own way of course. he likes tying you up — like ur his cute lil present just for him. oh, glove fetish too .. hello? manz won’t take his gloves off of course, bonus when he’s fingering you. he’s always calling you dramatic when he’s fucking you, like he isn’t moaning his head off either. diluc isn’t scared to leave bite marks either. he’ll literally fuck you in the closet of his tavern upstairs when it’s closed, so he can be the only one to hear your loud screams. he wouldn’t mind you being so loud to the point where mondstadt hears.<br><br></div><div><strong>$ KAEYA</strong> <strong>is a literal menace x2.</strong> he takes sadism and humiliation to a whole another level when it comes to you. 😭 omg he <em>loves</em> squishing your cheeks together, staring right into your eyes. he adores eye contact as well, he’s such a meaaan dom too. if you’re pleasing him, he doesn’t want your eyes to be anywhere else but focused on him. kaeya also will coax orgasms out of you like it’s nothing. he kind of doesn’t care if you’re at your limit, he’ll literally be praising you + mocking you as well and everything, telling you you’re being so good for him, and you can give him at least one more &lt;3.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>#FINGERING</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>୭ XIAO<br></strong><br></div><blockquote>soft!xiao, sleepy....fingering, protective!xiao, a lil wet&amp;messy</blockquote><div>you hadn't meant to disturb him with your tossing and turning. you knew he took the night to relax, watching carefully over wangshu inn because of ancient paranoias and fear of harm coming to you. so you always did your best to leave him to his thoughts when night descended.<br><br></div><div>but tonight, you had been roused from your sleep due to a rather...intoxicating dream.<br><br></div><div>xiao was beside you in an instant, pretty eyes full of concern as he gently cupped your cheeks.<br><br></div><div>“bad dream?” he asked, brows coming together when you merely shook his head.<br><br></div><div>xiao was still consistently confused about mortals and humanity. but there was something he excelled at -- touching you.<br><br></div><div>so when you sheepishly confessed that you had a very good dream...about him. and how you wanted him to touch you, he was quick to slide into bed beside you.<br><br></div><div>his hand found its way beneath the waistband of your underwear, callused digits slipping through your sticky folds, humming at how wet you were.<br><br></div><div>the sounds of his touch were deafening in the otherwise silence of the room. but xiao made no comment on it, which you were thankful for.<br><br></div><div>he held you close to him, tucked protectively to his chest as he slipped two thick fingers into you, expertly crooking his fingers to prod that gooey little spot inside you that made your hips jump in pleasure.<br><br></div><div>he always felt as if you were too vulnerable like this, like he needed to make you feel safe with him as he pleasured you.<br><br></div><div>“‘m close, xiao…” you pant, eyes rolling back in your head as he worked his fingers in and out of your drooling little hole, palm pressing up against your clit every time he sunk into the knuckle.<br><br></div><div>“already?” he muses, though there's no teasing behind it -- only thinly veiled surprise.<br><br></div><div>you whine, nodding your head. but you can't fathom speaking anything further as you tip over the edge. xiao coos and whispers to you, a brief moment of pure, unbridaled gentleness from him as he works you through the high. he can feel you slicking up his fingers, creaming beautifully around him and he feels his mouth water at the thought of your taste.<br><br></div><div>before long, you're tugging his hand from between your legs, panting and still shaking as you float through the aftershocks.<br><br></div><div>“ready to sleep now?” he asks softly, waiting for you to nod and close your eyes before popping his cum-coated fingers into his mouth with a silent moan.<br><br></div><div><strong>୭ ARATAKI ITTO<br></strong><br></div><blockquote>no penetration, clit play, itto's got long nails but he's careful!!!!, 'little one' as a pet name, soft whipped!itto</blockquote><div>arataki itto was a force to reckon with. he was large, good looking, and charming on all accounts. he made you nervous and happy, flustered you like no other.<br><br></div><div>especially when he had you curled into his body, back pressed against the lean muscle of his chest. he was still fully clothed, not bothering to take the time to strip himself before hoisting you into his lap with unsurprising strength.<br><br></div><div>one by one, he carefully peeled the layers of your clothes off until you were completely bare. your thighs were spread open and tucked over his to leave you completely exposed.<br><br></div><div>two long, thick fingers carefully worked between your folds, mindful of his sharp nails as he carefully circled your clit.<br><br></div><div>“was thinkin’ about you all day,” he whined into your hair, “couldn't wait to come home and play with this perfect pussy.”<br><br></div><div>you whined, hips working desperately to have more of his touch. he moaned at the sight of you begging so openly for more of his touch.<br><br></div><div>“itto,” you couldn't help but sigh at the skillful way he works your sensitive bud.<br><br></div><div>“i know, little one,” he coos, “can feel it twitchin’ you gonna cum? make a mess for me?”<br><br></div><div>you nod, hand mindlessly reaching down to wrap around his wrist. he lets you, knowing your grip will do nothing to deter his touches as he works you closer and closer to the edge.<br><br></div><div>he's breathing heavily and you can feel the burn of his gaze on you. it makes you feel embarrassed, overly exposed, but you can do nothing to stop yourself from coming undone under the watchful eye of your oni boyfriend.<br><br></div><div>he works you through the high, his other arm wrapping around your middle to hold you close as you thrash and cry through the endless pleasure. his skillful fingers continue to work your clit until you have no choice but to close your thighs around his hand to stop the overwhelming onslaught of overstimulation.<br><br></div><div>“fuck…” he breathes, “could watch you cum all fuckin’ day, baby.”<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><strong>୭ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA<br></strong><br></div><blockquote>a lil mean!kazuha, squirting, silver tongues kazuha &lt;/3</blockquote><div>“such a dirty thing you are,” he speaks in such a sickeningly sweet tone that it always confuses you how he can sound so lovely while being so mean, “you're making such a mess, look at this…”<br><br></div><div>there a slick noise that brings heat to your cheeks when he slides his fingers from where they had been buried in your cunt. he brings the digits up to your face, spreading them apart so you can see the sticky strings that connect them.<br><br></div><div>“k-kazu…” you whine, bashfully looking away.<br><br></div><div>he grins at the sight of your shame but doesn't say anything, instead once again slipping his hand between your thighs.<br><br></div><div>you cry out when he stretches you with 3 fingers instead of two. his digits work expertly, crooking perfectly and palm grinding against your hardened clit.<br><br></div><div>“you're squeezing me so tight,” he coos, “creaming around my fingers like this...you must be close, no?” you merely whine, fingers gripping the front of his kimono so tightly that your knuckles turn white, “it's okay, you can cum for me if you want. won't you let me see the mess i can reduce you to?”<br><br></div><div>you can't help but fall victim to his words, body twitching meanly as you fall over the edge.<br><br></div><div>“that's it,” he whispers, fingers working even faster as you tremble and sob, tears trickling down your cheeks when the pleasure only seems to build endlessly, “make a mess, let me see it.”<br><br></div><div>you wail, legs kicking up mindlessly as your eyes roll back in your head. kazuha watches with lidded eyes as you squirt, soaking the front of his kimono. he doesn't mind one bit, instead slipping his fingers out so he can meanly slap your clit, forcing more of your juices to squirt over him.<br><br></div><div>when he finally pulls away, deeming your orgasm over, he stays there to watch the way you tremble and come back to yourself -- adoring the overwhelming pleasured mess only he can reduce you to.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>‎ ‎ ‎ 𓂅 ⊹ ᨘ໑. ♡ OBSESSED ⊹ VIRGIN ࣪GENSHIN MEN.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>「 childe </strong><strong><em>! </em></strong><strong>」<br></strong><br></div><div>❀ . . . he's withering in your touch, the way your hands are cupping his pretty cock with your bare hands— you're melting him with the fair body heat rejecting off your skin. sweat forms into beads, tripping off his skin; caught in small wrinkles in his face, twisting his face as your thumb probed his tip. you were gentle with him, he was a mess, pre-cum spilling from his slit, his heavy breaths airing out a soft <em>'shh'</em> from you.<br><br></div><div>"'ts okay, baby, 'm gonna help you, 'kay?" you watched as he nodded, shaky hand combing through his sweet strands of ginger hair. your wrist jerked, finger tips rubbing over the bold veins.<br><br></div><div>he twitched, "w-wait!" heat gleamed across each inch of his body, ears nearly vaporizing smoke from how red his ear lobes were. god, he was so embarrassed! "your mouth, use your mouth... please.."<br><br></div><div>you smiled, tongue jolting with pleasure as you dragged your tongue against his cock. he was moaning beneath your touch— he was drowning in an overdose of euphoria. the slimy sensation of your saliva sticking on his length like a spilling of syrup— his fingers stretched across the sheets, desperation flooded his body, hands clutching the fabric.<br><br></div><div>before his tongue could form words, his cock twitching against the roof of your mouth, spewing his cum in thick threads. unable to twist his tongue to produce words, the first feel of the uprise and downfall of an orgasm paralyzing his breathing.<br><br></div><div><strong>「 gorou. 」<br></strong><br></div><div>❀ . . . you're skins' clapping against his thighs, hands on his bare chest as the symphony of different moans filling the air. he's envaded with heat across his body, lost fingers gripping your hips. "ts' so good!" his throat aches from how many whines have scratched his vocal pipes.<br><br></div><div>his pretty cock twitches in the grip of your velvety walls. breath hitching as his fingernails dig into your skin. he's lost for words, tongue jolting in his mouth with the want of a quench. its quick before his head strikes up, thrusting his hips as your cunt milked him completely.<br><br></div><div>tears nearly brim at his waterline, relishing in the feel of his first orgasm, rutting inside of your cunt as his cock emptied his balls inside of you; littering his cum in your pretty walls.<br><br></div><div><strong>「 itto. 」<br></strong><br></div><div>❀ . . . you've taken advantage of innocence, toying with his usual cocky personality. ego entwined in the length of your fingers, the urge to release a groan sawing him to dust.<br><br></div><div>you took his cock from the shield of his pants, sitting on his lap with your back pressed against his chest. you bit your lip, sliding your wet labia against his cock. he was twitching, the tip of his cum breaking out with pre-cum.<br><br></div><div>his large hands grasp your hips, guiding your cunt against his girth. his cheeks dusted with pink, the length of his cock curving up in arousal. you giggled, moaning lightly as you pressed up against him, swaying your hips, dragging them up and down. "like that, baby?" you cooed up at him, your arm extended upwards as your palm cupped his cheek.<br><br></div><div>"gonna cum—" he sucked in air, broken breaths airing on your neck as his cum exploited your thighs. you hummed, squeezing his cock in-between your thighs, stimulating him with his own cum; assisting him in riding down his orgasm.<br><br></div><div><strong>「 kazuha. 」<br></strong><br></div><div>❀ . . . he's brave, smoothing your tummy against the fluffy bed sheets, thick cock pushing past your hole. your first moan rhymed in synchronization, drool escaping from a crack of his lips.<br><br></div><div>he's shushing himself, the anticipation clutching his heart as his cock fully slid in your cunt; the direct feel of virginity and purity wiping from him clean. his hands gripped your hips, fingers pushing into the small of your back; brevity taking over him.<br><br></div><div>he's grunting, the way your cunts' caught him in a cobweb of security causing his teeth to chew down on his lip. "fuck—" he swears, keen eye catching the ring of cum you formed on his cock, the way his cock' leveled your cum.<br><br></div><div>he's held onto the unwinding and rewinding spindle of his uprising orgasm for far too long, his balls tensing up as he stuttered, pressing his hips against your ass; an overdue sigh breaking the clutch your cunt has him in. he pulls out slowly, his cum slowly leaking from your pretty cunt.<br><br></div><div><strong>「 thoma. 」<br></strong><br></div><div>❀ . . . his brains' gone wild, losing the collection of memory frequently stored, your cunt draining him of any possible thought. "'m gonna cum again!" his cock is battered in cum, often leaking his cum inside of your cunt.<br><br></div><div>you're torturous and devious, his back pressed against the wood of the backboard, nearly numb hands holding your waist. your bouncing on his cock, sweat trickling off your face as his cum and yours splattered on his thighs. "thoma, ts so good!" you're filled to the brim in ecstasy, tits pushed against his chest as you threw your hips back, slamming down on his cock.<br><br></div><div>watery tears drop off his cheekbones, you scratched every itch in his body, thirst for your cunt depriving him from his healthy needs. he was aching, fingers dug deep into your skin, yet his cock curved inside your cunt. you slammed down, lips kissing his chest as his balls emptied completely in your pussy. his breaths were cracked, fingers running through your hair as he kissed your fluff lips, sloppy tongue slipping past your lips.<br><br></div><div><strong>「 xiao. 」<br></strong><br></div><div>❀ . . . your legs are spread, index and middle finger spreading your glossy labia apart, revealing your hole for him. he's lost for words, lips parted as his cock twitched against his thigh.<br><br></div><div>he swallowed the lump caught in his throat, holding his length in his hands, the warmth of his palms resonating off his skin. he slid his cock up your sticky slit, an abrupt grunt rolling off his tongue. he pushed his cock past your hole, hands falling at each side of your body, inexperienced fingers rubbing your nipple in the padding of his thumb.<br><br></div><div>you moan, leaning your head back into the pillow, welcoming him with gratitude as your thighs spread apart; ankles pulling him closer by his hips. "wanna feel you all, xiao..."<br><br></div><div>he immersed in satisfaction, dropping to his knees as he bucked his hips. his cock throbbed in the clutch of your gummy walls, hissing moans back down his throat.<br><br></div><div>you moaned in delight, hands reaching for his arms, pushing him down close your body. you ached for him, locking your legs around his back, feeling his cock rush in your cunt.<br><br></div><div>your lips released a whine, the rhythm of his thrusting whisking in volume and speed, your thighs squeezing his waist. "g-good boy, 'm gonna cum, gonna cum for your pretty lil cock, yeah?" you guided him along the way, you mouth agape as your hips shivered against him. your neck dropped in satisfaction, heavy breaths patrolling your mind.<br><br></div><div>his chest brushed against your breasts, your cum wrapping his cock in a clean coat of cum, pressing close against your stomach, squeezing his elbows against your arms; balls clenching as his body entered a mini seizure, toes curling as he spat his cum inside your messy cunt.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>￼childe x afab!reader</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>— he doesn’t seem like the type at all to be any sort of book smart from the outside. but once you get to know childe a bit better, you see how smart he really is. it’s quite impressive considering his personality is quite condescending. even so, childe is someone who stood out to you from the start.<br><br></div><div>— in terms of wit, he’s a very quick thinker. witty and cunning. he thinks on his feet and from afar, it seems like he does more than he thinks but it’s quite the opposite. he’s very talented in just about all his classes. gaining a good reputation around himself for being so knowledgeable. though, the way he acts is a bit different.<br><br></div><div>— he loves to joke and mess around with you. teasing is another hobby he just loves. calling you nicknames, touching your shoulder or arm on ‘accident’, pulling up his shirt so you can see his v-line so clearly. he’s honestly such a jerk for it. you’d think he’s just a typical asshole who messed around but gets by because he’s persuasive and has good looks. it takes you by surprise when you find out he’s a straight-a student who takes advanced classes. hating him so being such an ass but also smart.<br><br></div><div>— even when you first saw childe, he looked so innocent at first. he had a young face, tall and lanky, tired dark blue eyes, and shaggy ginger hair. on top of that, he also wore thick-framed glasses which you learned he wore because his eyesight was rather weak. his clothes were typically loose-fitting, hiding his skinny yet muscular frame from view. and he talked to you as if you were one of his good friends from the start, cheery and energetic. it was such a different childe than when you two were alone.<br><br></div><div>— while he may appear all happy and lively, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t secretly look up your skirt every so often or stare at your chest right? truth be told, he’s secretly a big pervert what a surprise…can’t keep it in his pants for the life of him and when you came along, childe couldn’t wait to have his fun with you. such an innocent, sweet girl like yourself thinking he’s all kind but being so mistaken once your study sessions with him begin.<br><br></div><div>— childe loves to test you on subjects he’s particularly good at as well. making you flashcards to guess the answer and for memorization of course. though, he’d come up with strange ways of ‘punishment’ for incorrect answers. he used to just laugh and say, “try again girlie”. but now, every time you get a question wrong it’s a much harsher punishment. sometimes he’ll take all the questions you got wrong and count them up after your little study session. bending you over his lap your cute little ass that’s been teasing him all day in that short skirt now finally gets some attention. rubbing his hand over the fat on your ass and telling you, “alright love, you knew this was bound to happen. you’re already so out of it aren’t you…how cute.” you’ll just whimper and roll your eyes in frustration. childe will hold you still once again and land a slap on your ass that burns and stings. bringing wet tears to your eyes before you let out a weak “1..” and childe just sits back and enjoys what he’s done to you.<br><br></div><div>— even though childe seems like such a goody goody he’s actually such a fucking sleaze. he’s even stolen your panties before while you were away. finding himself alone in his bedroom, panties wrapped around his cock while he pumps himself furiously. just wishing your hand was his and he could feel your warmth or anything. though, childes met with the unfortunate reality of you not being there and having to take care of it himself. what a shame.<br><br></div><div>— also cockwarming him while he studies!! you feel so full, head over his shoulder as he reads over the material and types away at his computer. you huff, wishing he wasn’t such a loser to have his girlfriend slumped over his shoulder, cock buried deep inside your cunt while he reads over his notes. you’d wish he’d just push you down and take you all the way. always fantasizing about childe just fucking your brains out. but childe always has to be a damn tease, always gets what he wants never any less.<br><br></div><div>— he’s just so mean when he’s alone with you! roughly pushing you up against his desk and unbuckling his pants. you’re all shy and nervous for him since he’s so aggressive when he’s stressed but you did agree to help him out. he’s cursing wishing he couldn’t focus his mind on something else but when you’re right there for him to ogle at, it’s hard to resist. just thrusting his hips involuntarily at some points just from the immense pleasure. it results in some pretty messy situations, to say the least. most consist of you barley even being able to get yourself up out of bed in the morning, legs far too weak.<br><br></div><div>— but as childe grows more and more attached to you, his sex drive is through the roof. wanting to constantly feel your warmth against him and around him. he’s been so touchy for almost no reason other than he’s horny. like a horny teenager who can’t help but get off at every small gesture. he starts to become such a pathetic sleaze around you but he can’t help himself one bit.<br><br></div><div>— also i’d just love to see childe with a dick piercing, specifically an ampallang i think it fits him so well. he got it back in high school one day and just never told another about it since until you came along. the first time you ever saw it, you instantly thought about how much more sensitive he must be. that, and how someone like childe would even have one in the first place. he looks really good with one but it’s so unexpected. constantly teasing over the tip and playing with the metal while childe finds all the strength he can to not let out a groan. and when you suck him off or he gets to feel your sweet pussy around him, it’s all over. even after he’s jerked himself off countless times, nothing even comes close to your pussy.<br><br></div><div>— don’t get me wrong though he loves when you touch him but when he touches you? childe fucking loves eating you out. like <em>loves</em> it. he’s literally the definition of eating your pussy because he’s proud of you. he’s so damn skilled at it too it’s almost too much at once. his tongue running circles around your puffed up clit and hands on your thighs so you’ll quit trying to close them up. sometimes he’ll even have his fingers knuckle deep inside you too! and when you pull and tug at his hair, childe loses it. that, and your moans and hushed whimpers. and if you sit on his face fuck he might as well just cum in his pants that’s how much he loves it. he’s all over you, not wanting an inch untouched in any way.<br><br></div><div>— also something about riding childe while he’s wearing his glasses sounds so good. you’re both panting against each other’s faces, bodies all tired and messy. childes eyes watching your cute tits bounce up and down with each bounce. you’re so eager to cum too you get a little extra rough which sometimes causes childes glasses to bounce with you and the rhythm. you think he’s so damn cute all overstimulated from having his big, sensitive cock ridden and childe can’t get enough of your whines and the constant huffs of his name you let out and you fuck yourself dumb.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Little Lamb (2)</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em>Zhongli</em></strong></div><ul><li>All your life, everyone has looked down on you as an inferior creature, a stupid lamb that was just lucky enough to inherited the blood of an Adeptus.</li><li>But Lord Morax had shown you kindness that nobody, not even your own parents, have ever given to you.</li><li>As you spend the rest of your eternal life as his lovely little wife pet, you accepted everything... It was such an <em>honor.</em></li><li>An honor to let the renowned Geo Archon use you, your body, in whatever ways he wanted.</li><li>As both his cocks vigorously stretched out your small hole, your hands were in his, and you were whimpering, smiling up at him whilst he sends brutal snaps to your hole.</li><li>Both of his cocks, red in anger and hard as a rock, inside your pussy broke you apart. Reduced to nothing but a babbling lamb, ears all twitchy and fluffy even when you're fucked dumb.</li><li>"M-Mowax..."</li><li>His little sheep just looked <em>so cute</em> as he shapes your pussy to accommodate him and <em>only</em> him.</li><li>It does hurt to have both cocks stuffed inside your cunt, but Morax called you an <em>angel</em> when he shoved his cocks inside you.</li><li>You'd give anything to have his approval, he's your everything.</li><li>So you, as the <em>bestest</em> lamb wife in the whole world, should do what you can to make sure that your Master gets what he wants.</li><li>"M-Master Mowax... T-Thank you for choosing me..." You say, almost screaming as you felt his hand press down on the obvious bulge on your stomach from both his cocks.</li><li>He absolutely loved seeing just how small you are compared to him. Yet still being a good girl even when he destroys your pussy.</li><li>"Oh, Y/N. You're just my little <em>slut</em>, aren't you?"</li><li>"Yes, M-Master..."</li></ul><div><strong><em>Childe</em></strong></div><ul><li>If he wants to obliterate you with his gigantic cocks, you will let him with a genuine smile on your face.</li><li>You've been getting terrible nightmares lately...</li><li>Thankfully, Master Tartaglia is always so smart and helpful! He even said that he'd help you cure your bad dreams streak.</li><li>"I-Is it w-working?" You stuttered, eyes flickering in tiredness as his tongue pulled your fifth orgasm out of your cunt.</li><li>Childe placed a kiss on your pussy lips, raising his head up before frowning at you. "I don't know, baby..."</li><li>He squirmed back on top of you, his naked form looming over your own. He absolutely loved seeing those adorable eyes of yours just get watery as you think that his "cure" didn't manage to help you.</li><li>"I'll have bad dreams forever..." He shushed you, forcing the tip of his length between your pussy lips.</li><li>"Master won't ever let that happen, baby." He couldn't wait any longer, just shoved his entire cock in, molding your pussy with his size and breaking you apart.</li><li>You almost scream, were it not for his hand covering your mouth.</li><li>You felt <em>so</em> good, exactly like he thought you would. Squeezing his dick and letting him see those sinfully bouncy tits.</li><li>"I'll have to <em>fuck</em> those nightmares out of you, alright?"</li><li>"O-Okay, Master."</li></ul><div><strong><em>Albedo</em></strong></div><ul><li>Oh no! Mr. Albedo is in big trouble!</li><li>You accidentally created an aphrodisiac that he drank, now he's gonna die if he doesn't have sex with a very willing lambgirl :(</li><li>You don't know how you even made the aphrodisiac, you're pretty sure you were just making some fertilizer for Sucrose's plants.</li><li>But then, when you came back, Albedo rushed to you and told you about what happened. Ohhh, you can't believe you just put your teacher's life at risk.</li><li>As a good assistant and lamb, it is your duty to help your superior.</li><li>"Ahhhh... mhhhhf..." Your toes curl from the pressure of his cock just not being able to fit into your virgin pussy. No matter how hard Albedo pushes it in, you would just scream that it couldn't fit.</li><li>"How are you gonna help me of you keep stopping me?" You whimpered, not being able to answer his question. It hurts when he forces it in your small hole.</li><li>"I don't know..."</li><li>Your toes curl as Albedo forces his tip inside.</li><li>"You're the one that did this, Y/N." He said, his cock inching further into your center.</li><li>Mewls emit from your mouth as you feel something enter you for the first time.</li><li>"You have to pay for your actions..."</li></ul><div><strong><em>Kazuha</em></strong></div><ul><li>As the wandering samurai told you his story, you almost teared up. You pity him, he had nowhere to go before the Crux accepted him, and nobody else to go to when he's alone.</li><li>It's so sad :(</li><li>Your ears were pressed on your head when you listened to him talking about his past, an obvious frown on your face.</li><li><em>"'Zuha... I'll always be here for you!"</em></li><li>Kazuha is the only one in the Crux besides Captain Beidou that isn't weirder out by your ears and tail or the fact that you can really be so dumb sometimes.</li><li>You'd do anything to make your friend happy.</li><li>"A-Are you enjoying this?" You asked, eyes slightly watering from the harsh wooden wall against your back.</li><li>Your thighs were in his bandaged hands, holding you up as he penetrates your pussy with his hardened cock.</li><li>As a loyal lamb to Kazuha, it is your job to make sure that he enjoys himself here in the Crux. So no matter what he does to you, you should always let him do whatever he wants.</li><li>He had such a hard time back then, you don't want your best friend feeling so alone.</li><li>You may not know what you're doing now but he seems to really like it :D</li><li>That must mean you're doing a good job!</li><li>"Uhhhg... Y/N." Kazuha hissed, hands gripping your thighs even harder when your walls clamped down on his dick.</li><li>His lips landed on yours, and in Inazuma, he said that it means that you're a really good friend! That's so sweet of him!</li><li>You've never been to Inazuma before, but maybe Kazuha and you can go there one day. That be supper great.</li><li>"Hey... Focus on me, please." You were snapped out of your thoughts when he pounds into you with a hard thrust.</li><li>You feel even more confused when you felt liquid flow inside you, like it was coating your insides.</li><li>"W-What happened?" You asked oh so innocently, not sure what he just did to your body.</li><li>"You just make me so happy, Y/N..." He answered, making you smile despite the slight ache when he moved his hips again.</li><li>It makes your heart swell that you're able to make him happy again.</li><li>"'Z-Zuha, I love you..." Your voice was so small and cute, saying something so adorably innocent as he dicks you down.</li></ul><div><strong><em>Thoma</em></strong></div><ul><li>Ever since you were both kids in Mondstadt, he's always been your knight and shining armor. The other kids would always point at you, laugh at you for being weird and different.</li><li>Plus your sheep ears, despite them looking just so cute and fluffy, you always think that it has been a curse.</li><li>But Thoma made you feel so <em>special</em>, when you met him, he was mesmerized by you. Since then, you've been inseparable!</li><li>The heavy looks on you got even worse when he had invited you to Inazuma to visit his father. You both got stuck there and now, you both work for the Kamisato Clan.</li><li>Well... Thoma works for the Kamisato Clan, you work for him.</li><li>And he's the nicest boss in the entire world!</li><li>Thoma even managed to make your job very fun! Like a sneaky spy project that ninjas in the clan do.</li><li>On the outside, you would just be his little helper, but on the inside, you're going to be his adorable "cum dump".</li><li>Ooh, but don't tell anyone, it's a secret...</li><li>You don't know exactly what an adorable "cum dump" does, but Thoma said that it's really important and you mustn't tell anyone.</li><li>You bet your fluffy ears you're not gonna be a bad lamb and ruin the job!</li><li>Sneaky spy project number one: make him "cum" inside your pussy, whatever that means.</li><li>Of course, a job is never easy, that's what you think as you were hovering on top of his naked body, only being able to fit the head of his cock inside your virgin hole.</li><li>"Ohhhh, h-how am I supposed to do this again?" You looked back down on Thoma's face for guidance, both your hands in his as you try to widen your hole to accommodate him.</li><li>The blond chuckled, hips slightly pushing up to inch into you further, making you groan. "Just put it in, and bounce up and down..." His hands left your own, before landing on your hips and slowly guiding you down.</li><li>"B-But it hurts..." You whimpered, feeling the ache of your walls being spread apart for the first time.</li><li>"Do you really wanna fail on your first project?" You shook your head, ears pressing against your head in determination.</li><li>You're not a weak little lamb, maybe you're a bit stupid, but you will pass your first job ever.</li><li>With courage, you plunged down on his entire length, impaling yourself on his hardened cock. Hissing a bit, you managed to finally put all of him inside.</li><li>"Y-Yaay, I did it!" You cheered for yourself, smiling so happily before looking down, a very obvious bulge on your tummy from his cock.</li><li>Thoma had chuckled once again, enjoying the proud look on your face.</li><li>"There's more to it, Y/N..."</li></ul>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-03-31 08:54:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>When 4nemo buys you bras</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Venti~<br><br></div><div>☆ Deadass calls you at least twice probably to tell you how many of the bras he likes.<br><br></div><div>☆ He's weirdly relaxed?? Like he traverses back and forth through the aisles taking bra after bra off the rack.<br><br></div><div>☆ Spends at least ten minutes holding them up to his own chest even if he's getting stared at.<br><br></div><div>☆ "I don't know if this cup size is right, might need to come home and get a quick feel before making a purchase."<br><br></div><div>☆ "Oh my God, Venti please just pick a couple and come home."<br><br></div><div>☆ Gasps loud as fuck: "Love, they have see through ones!"<br><br></div><div>☆ Yes, you absolutely have to put on a little show for him when he comes home and yes he wants to cup every single bra while it's on you.<br><br></div><div>☆ Playfully gives you the puppy eyes if you push him away. What you don't think he deserves it? He spent hours in the bra department give him some kind of reward.<br><br></div><div>Kazuha~<br><br></div><div>☆ "Love, Darling, Beloved remind me one more time how big your breasts are."<br><br></div><div>☆ Is definitely high as a fucking kite.<br><br></div><div>☆ He hums while he searches the racks looking at price tags for a couple seconds even though he knows he doesn't need to.<br><br></div><div>☆ Somehow finds the right section after walking around in a circle for three minutes with his phone tucked into his shoulder.<br><br></div><div>☆ "This one feels a little bit like you, Darling."<br><br></div><div>☆ "I shouldn't have told you to go when you were this high." You huff<br><br></div><div>☆ "No.. no no.. This is nice I'm enjoying the scenery. Do wish you were here though. The gentle cushion of your bosom would make me feel even more at ease."<br><br></div><div>☆ "Kazu.."<br><br></div><div>☆ "Oh Love, they have panties do you require these as well?<br><br></div><div>☆ When he says he's all done you're more then a little relieved to say the least.<br><br></div><div>☆ He stuck with a similar color scheme for each. Whites and reds because he likes the idea of you wearing something that matches his natural aesthetic.<br><br></div><div>☆ All he wants when he gets home is to have some food and then to rest his head in between your tits while you wear the bra he picked out for you. 🥺<br><br></div><div>Xiao~<br><br></div><div>☆ Fish outta water.<br><br></div><div>☆ Calls you nine different times with new questions about pretty much any and everything. To the point where you don't bother hanging up anymore.<br><br></div><div>☆ Switches aisles every time someone comes into the one he's in and glares at anyone who looks at him for a second too long.<br><br></div><div>☆ "How big are your...." He gestures to his chest then groans when he remembers you can't see him.<br><br></div><div>☆ "Xiao.." You reply, prompting him to continue.<br><br></div><div>☆ "Your boobs!" He hisses into the receiver and if you didn't think it'd make him more anxious and angry than he already is you probably would've laughed.<br><br></div><div>☆ He starts to sound more relaxed once you tell him and you can hear him heading over to a different section.<br><br></div><div>☆ "What about these?" He asks snapping a quick picture to send to you.<br><br></div><div>☆ "I don't think they're my color.."<br><br></div><div>☆ "What does that mean? Do you hate them?"<br><br></div><div>☆ "I'm just not a fan of that specific color scheme, Xiao Xiao."<br><br></div><div>☆ Grumbles into the receiver about how infuriating you're making this experience but he does manage to get four bras in your size with your instructions.<br><br></div><div>☆ Stays pretty quiet when he gets home all he wants to do is recharge.<br><br></div><div>☆ Though if you walk around with your shirt off for him and the bra he picked out on he'll allow you to cuddle him.<br><br></div><div>☆ Tells you that next time you're coming with him.<br><br></div><div>Aether~<br><br></div><div>☆ Doesn't understand sizes at all.<br><br></div><div>☆ "So if I got these your tits would flop out?" You can hear his grin.<br><br></div><div>☆ "No it'd dig into my skin and be really uncomfortably tight."<br><br></div><div>☆ Browses through the selections pretty calmly until someone stares for too long then he gets uncomfortable and leaves.<br><br></div><div>☆ Most likely takes the least amount of time out of all the guys.<br><br></div><div>☆ "So when I get home do I get a treat for being your good boy?"<br><br></div><div>☆ "What would you like?"<br><br></div><div>☆ "Mm, you in one of these bras maybe.. sitting in my lap?"<br><br></div><div>☆ He says he's down for just hugging you close while you wear only the bra during movie night that is till he's slipping inside and hugging you so tight.<br><br></div><div>☆ But you know how horny he can get so you let him ease himself into a gentle climax before sliding him onto his back to give him a proper show of the bra.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>nsfw below!<br></strong><br></div><div>" Hnghh, finally, home at last," you sighed happily and you stretched out your arms, popping your bones in the process. It had been such a long day today, and you'd promised your precious boy that you would've been back sooner, but jeez, to think you'd be held back <em>this</em> late.<br><br></div><div>" 'Mm so tired," you mumbled as you placed your bag onto the floor, already forgetting about it, and becoming more focused on greeting your beloved. He was probably busy, seeing as how he didn't greet you like he normally would. You smiled to yourself, already knowing why. No matter, you'd come to greet him yourself.<br><br></div><div>You opened the bedroom door, already perking up once you heard him shuffling around. " Sorry I was late sweetie, today was a long day." You smiled wistfully as you approached him.<br><br></div><div>" Did you have a good day?"<br><br></div><div>" Mmpf! Hnghh, mmff!"<br><br></div><div>Well, he couldn't properly answer you, seeing as how his mouth was completely gagged, muffling any noises that he would've made. He was completely naked, his pretty little cock standing upright and an angry red, with spurts of previous orgasms splattered across his tummy. His nipples hadn't fared much better, seeing as how the tentacles you'd placed on earlier were still sucking away, the lewd wet sound filling the air.<br><br></div><div>But what really fired you up, was the good amount of slimy tentacles that were slamming into him like crazy, fucking him like he was their personal cocksleeve. Several had kept his legs spread apart, so he wouldn't try and resist the endless amount of pleasure the ones buried deep inside were giving him. From what you could tell, all of the tentacles you'd left him with had each had their turn with him, and then some.<br><br></div><div>His once vibrant eyes had become hazy, long since pleasured-dazed and too fucked out to focus on anything else except for the stretch of his cute ass, and his pretty nipples being sucked on. But they turned onto you, and you saw something akin to relief briefly flicker in them. That, and he made a particularly happy sound, albeit muffled.<br><br></div><div>" Were you a good boy today?" you smiled, acting as if you weren't the reason he was a lewd mess in the first place. His eyes teared up more as if he were begging you to hurry up and take the tentacles out already. He left out more muffled cries as he squirmed even more, desperate to have your touch on his bare body.<br><br></div><div>" My my, eager are we sweetie?" you snickered, pushing back the stray hairs on his flushed forehead, before pressing a gentle kiss onto his forehead as lovingly as you could. You smiled warmly at him, as he continued to squirm, even attempting to have your legs press against his lower half, but you wouldn't let him.<br><br></div><div>" If you stop pushing your hips like a dog, then I might give you a reward" you cooed softly as you slipped your fingers under the gag, your other hand busy untying it, until it finally fell from his drool-stained lips, the sticky liquid having thoroughly soaked it. You pulled away to admire your handiwork, taking note of his labored breathing.<br><br></div><div>" P-pleashe-hngh! pleashe take them ouwt.." he babbled, silently sobbing as he attempted to push himself closer to you. " Hmm, impatient as ever I see," you sighed in feigned disappointment, a slight pout on your lips. You lowered your hand before extending your pointer finger between his chest, and then slowly trailing it downwards until your fingertip was on his leaking head. He let out a whimper, his cock twitching at your touch.<br><br></div><div>With that, you wrapped your hand tightly around the base of his leaking erection drawing out a yelp from the man beneath you.<br><br></div><div>"guhh-w-wait, n-not-ooh!"<br><br></div><div>You grinned, already having planned to not let him have any relief just yet. Yes, it was cruel, but you wanted to see him cry, you wanted to see him pushed over the edge, you wanted to see him completely fucked out until he couldn't even think or walk anymore.<br><br></div><div>You wanted to break him.<br><br></div><div>" You can cum a few more times, can't you sweetie?"<br><br></div><div><strong>𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Xiao is so pretty when he's underneath you, his once cold and gruff facade now melted away, and in its place a fucked out mess of a man who can barely even walk. Surely if anyone were to see him like this, they'd get the shock of their life. The Vigilant Yaksha himself, bent over like he's some common whore, taking your cock so so deep and cumming all over himself.</li><li>His nipples are sensitive, especially when you pinch them between your fingers and tug on them to get his attention. Poor Xiao has had you do this to him, but out in public, where anyone could see. His lithe body is trembling in your tight embrace as you pinch and tug on his pretty nipples, with no ounce of shame or embarrassment in any of your actions. Even when he hisses at you to quit it, or warning you of a nearby passerby, you pay no heed to his words, just continuing to toy with the cute nubs.</li><li>Xiao's moans are so incredibly adorable and when he first moaned, it rather caught you off guard to how cute and lewd they sounded, especially, well, coming from someone like him. They're so breathy, high-pitched, slightly feminine even. And his voice always seems to come out like this when you toy with any of his sensitive spots; that's when his cold and rough facade melts away, and what's left is a flustered mess of a man who can barely hide the growing bulge in his pants.</li><li>Bondage works quite well with Xiao, more so than one would think that it would. But after some careful wording and consideration, you've got the yaksha right where you want him. His pretty little cock spurting out cum as your fingers massage his prostate over and over, and you'll watch quite eagerly as he's pushed beyond his limits. It helps with the fact that he can't push away your fingers as they harshly pinch his cute nipples, or grip your wrists tightly as your jerk him off into the nth orgasm.</li><li>He always looks so cute with your cock stuffed down his tight little throat, his cheeks hollowed out, and wet gagging noises filling the air. He starts out with little kitten licks, gently lapping at the tip and all over the member. But of course, you're not satisfied with something as trifling as that and force your cock all the way down his tight throat. Gripping his long teal locks, you'll facefuck him, his pretty tears and cries only fueling you even further. And when you finally reach your peak, you shove your cock as deep as it can go, keeping him pressed against your crotch until you're satisfied, and eventually pull him off.</li><li>Overstimulating and pushing Xiao past his limits is always so much fun since he can't do anything but take what you give him. No matter how much he tells you that it's too much, or that he can't possibly cum anymore, you won't stop until you've practically milked him dry. You've made him cum so many times at a time that he began to squirt like he was a whore. Whether it be your hand jerking his little cock off, your cock slamming into his tight hole, or your tentacles having their turns with him, you'll happily push Xiao beyond his limits until he breaks.</li><li>Xiao is such a good boy and hardly ever does anything to garner any punishments; always doing anything you ask, even if it is a rather humiliating feat. The most he's done to rebel if at all, would be his embarrassed expression, his movements halted. But still, you like to give the occasional punishment, as a way to see that crying face of his. So you'll have your tentacles play with him, toy around with him until he breaks, while you watch in excitement, waiting for him to crumble before you.</li></ul><div>" Woah, Xiao look, you really came so much!" You chirped excitedly, your ( eye color ) eyes brightening as you watched said man tremble, his head thrown back against your shoulder. He was sat upon your lap, your cock buried deep within his tight ass while your fingers twisted and tugged on his pink nipples. " You came from having your nipples played with huh?" you continued, not even really needing him to answer, but still posing the question anyway.<br><br></div><div>" Urk! Guhh-! I-I-ooh! ( n-name )-Oughh-!"<br><br></div><div>Hmm, figures, he couldn't really answer you after having several orgasms wrenched out of him and cumming like he was a girl. Well, no matter, he was doing a rather good job, so you'd wait until he calmed down a bit more.<br><br></div><div>" ( n-name ), please I-I-<br><br></div><div>Oughh! w-wait, n-not so-oohh!"<br><br></div><div>Xiao cried out as your hips began to rut into his, not caring about his already sensitive state, your fingers twisting his poor nipples until they became an irritated red. His cries and moans would halt with each and every thrust of your cock into his hole, his mind being turned into even more of a jumbled mess. He couldn't focus on anything except for how hard you were fucking him and how good you made him feel.<br><br></div><div>And you soaked it all up eagerly, watching and listening as he began to slowly crumble, his many orgasms making his mind blank and fall apart. You wanted to see that face of his, watch as he lost all coherency as you fucked him dumb. Even as you gently kissed his cheek, you were still waiting for him to fall apart in your arms. And you were a rather patient person; you could wait.<br><br></div><div>" You're so adorable, Xiao."<br><br></div><div><strong>𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Kazuha is so adorable when he's being pushed past his limitsーhis adorable cries as his tight little hole is being filled to the brim, the way he gets so excited from how you whisper absolute filth into his ears while he's trying his best to hide his growing erection, and you absolutely revel in it all.</li><li>He seems to like it when you either have him bent over the nearest surface, forcing him to grip whatever leverage he can while your cock fucks into him, or when you forcibly push his face down into the mattress, forcing his ass upwards and left to be fucked open by you, which you'll gladly take. Either way, you'll slam yourself deeply into him with each thrust, going all the way to the hilt and your hips meet his own, causing Kazuha to yelp and moan out at the sensation of feeling so so full.</li><li>You can get away with fucking Kazuha out in the open, where the maple leaves lazily drift to the ground, or where sakura trees blossom petals flit down onto the ground. It was supposed to be a nice sightseeing date, but to hell with that, you're horny as fuck <strong>i see you</strong>. He tries to desperately whimper that you're out in the open and that anyone could see the two of you, but a harsh squeeze to his little cock has him go quiet, but if you were to strain your ears, you'd hear muffled whimpers as you jerk him off, or the lewd squelching of your hips meeting his behind as you fuck him against a tree, not caring if anyone witnesses the samurai being fucked like a whore.</li><li>Another good boy that hardly ever acts out and he hardly ever goes against what you ask of him. He's a romantic at heart, so of course, he'd do anything you'd ask of him. But of course, Kazuha is too cute for his own good, and forcing him to endure a punishment is just too exciting to pass up. You quite like using both two tentacles; one preoccupied with curling itself deeper and deeper into his tight ass, while you use the other as a makeshift onahole of sorts, suckling on his pretty little cock and swallowing up his spurts of cum. The only thing Kazuha can do is just sit back and take it, since you won't be letting him go any time soon, no matter how much he cries or begs.</li><li>You can sometimes be woken up by soft lithe kisses to your upper body, and a gentle pressure against your crotch, with Kazuha's grey locks tickling your jaw. He knows how tired you are from adventuring and fighting monsters, but he really needs your cock in him right now, so please put in already, please? You won't have to do anything, Kazuha will happily ride you with no complaints whatsoever. You'd normally be pissed off at being woken up so damn early, but Kazu's whimpers as he takes your cock all the way is quite the morning wakeup, so you don't mind too much. Plus you won't have to do much, just sit back as Kazuha rides you like a needy slut and cums all over his tummy.</li><li>Kazuha is known for his rather poetic responses, and when you're pounding into him, that's no exception. He normally starts out murmuring about how good it feels, and how you're so so big, and how his ass was molded for your cock only. It's pretty tame, loving even, as he tells you how much he loves you and how he's so happy. But, of course, there is a twist. If you fucked him long and hard enough, he'll eventually crack, and his words will become more lecherous. He'll mindlessly babble about how your cock is so damn big and he loves it so much, even telling you how tasty your cum is in his mouth, and the list goes on. He can be filthy when he wants to be.</li><li>You once got incredibly horny, and Kazuha's tight, red leggings weren't exactly helping you either. So you did what you could doーyou ripped a hole in the thin fabric right where his cute little hole was, causing him to yelp rather loudly. He tries to protest and ask what in archons name are you doing, but he doesn't get too far in his words before you slam yourself inside of him, <em>hard</em>. He was, of course, pissed afterward and made you buy him a new pair of leggings and wouldn't let you fuck him for a good amount of time. But if he's up for it, and his leggings are getting worn out, he'll let you fuck him, and it excites him more than he lets on.</li></ul><div>" P-pleashe-hngh-I-I can't-oughh!"<br><br></div><div>" Now now Kazu, this is your punishment and you'll just have to accept it," you spoke matter of factly, waving off his loud cries and moans as he twitched next to you, his pretty red eyes crossed and his lips curled as his teeth grit together. " Pleashe-ahh-I-I didn't do anything-guhhh!" His hips bucked upwards as another orgasm was pushed out of him, the slimy tentacle wrapped around his cute little cock swallowing up the release.<br><br></div><div>Well, he wasn't wrong, he didn't misbehave or act out; in fact, he hardly ever did so. But you were bored and horny and Kazuha just so happened to be the entertainment you needed. Besides, he looked cute with his ass stuffed full of tentacles, and it suited him nicely. You didn't do much to touch him, only twisting his pretty nipples when you felt he wasn't moaning or responding enough. They were sensitive too, so it always made him produce the adorable noises you wanted to hear from him.<br><br></div><div>" Oughhhh-Ahhhh-Guhhhh-!"<br><br></div><div>" ( n-name ) hnghh-p-pleashe, I-I-aahhn-!"<br><br></div><div>Kazuha cried out as another countless orgasm was wrenched out of his poor body, the thin amount of cum barely visible, if it weren't the tentacle making an almost gulping-like motion as it swallowed up his cum. His puffy red eyes were focused onto you, silently begging for you to pull the appendages out. Heh, you almost chuckled at his pathetic state, but you held it in, but you couldn't hide everything. You couldn't wipe away the perverted smirk, and you knew your cute Kazu saw it too, judging from his eyes widening and his body flinching.<br><br></div><div>How pathetically cute.<br><br></div><div>" Aww, don't worry Kazu, I'll bring you some more playmates," you breathed out, already reaching for your drawer, where other tentacles were awaiting their turn with Kazuha.<br><br></div><div>" So be a good boy and take it, 'kay?"<br><br></div><div><strong>𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Thoma is the human embodiment of a puppy, and it very clearly shows when you have his knees pushed back to his shoulders. He lives for your praise and affection and will do anything to have you call him a good boy, even if it means him being fucked dumb until he can't walk or think anymore. He's such a good puppyーyour adorable lewd puppy.</li><li>His nipples are so so sensitiveーeven just the slightest brush of your fingertips has his adorable cock getting hard at the snap of a finger. It's no surprise that he can just cum from them alone, the pretty pink nubs being pinched and twisted in between your fingers as he cums for the nth time that night. It's actually quite fun to force orgasms out of his already sensitive body with nothing but his nipples, his pleads for you to stop only drowned out by his cries and moans. Poor Thoma practically loses his mind from the pleasure alone and can't do anything but cum like the cute, dumb puppy he is.</li><li>You like to stick your cock in between his pecs and slowly slide your cock up and down between the two muscles. At first, Thoma was incredibly confused and embarrassed, but now he welcomes your cock in between his chest, even pressing the muscles together to fuck the member more easily. He'll even happily suck on the tip whenever it pushes upwards, asking you if you love his chest that much and telling you how much he loves your cock.</li><li>On your free days, he likes to wake up before you and make the two of you breakfast, complete with a pretty apron and all! Of course, when you awaken and sleepily wobble into the kitchen, your appetite begins to rise, but not only for the food. Thoma looks so tempting with that apron, and his pretty waist is doing wonders for your now spiking horniness. He tries to whine that your food will be ruined and that this can wait, but your fingers spreading apart his clenched ass has him going quiet within seconds. He eventually relents and lets you fuck him against the counter, whimpering all the while and gripping the counter till his knuckles go white. If you fuck him for a good amount but decide to stop, he'll whine and cry out for you to continue. It's advisable to do so unless you want a very needy and sexually frustrated Thoma attached to your side the whole day. But, then again, is that necessarily bad?</li><li>Thoma has the bad habit of pulling you into the nearest deserted alleyway and kissing you feverishly, his hands fumbling with your pants, desperate to have your cock spring out. As soon as your cock has been freed from the confines of your pants, Thoma gets to work immediatelyーstroking and licking the member all over, even pressing soft kisses all over it as well. But before you know it, the dirty blonde is sloppily sucking you off, desperate to have your cock snug in his mouth. He doesn't even mind when you start facefucking him, eagerly grabbing your hips and swallowing up everything you give to him. He isn't exactly quiet eitherーlewdly moaning as your bury your cock deep down his throat. You have to practically trigger his gag reflex just to shut him up, but even that is not nearly enough. He won't stop lewdly moaning and you've nearly been caught because of it.</li><li>It's already pretty obvious, but Thoma looovess being praised by you, normally when he's done a good job at cleaning around the Kamisato estate. But he just really loves it when you praise him for his much lewder accomplishments, such as being stuffed full with tentacles and not touching himself when he had to go out for a few errands. If he had a dog tail, it'd be a whirlwind, wagging happily from all of your praises as you fuck him dumb on your cock. You could've been mean that particular session, calling him mean names, jerking him off until he cums all over his pretty tummy, and he'll expectantly look up at you and ask if he did a good job. Bonus points if you rub his headーhe gets even happier and clingier if that's even possible.</li><li>He's a bit embarrassed to admit it, but Thoma loves it when you fuck him dumbーfuck him like he's your lewd cocksleeve, and push him beyond his limits even while he's sobbing and moaning. He will cry out in protest at first, but keep going and continue to fuck him into the mattress, and Thoma will end up with those pretty hearts in his eyes. He'll push you down and eagerly ride you himself, so so desperate to have your cock buried as deep inside of him as it can go. He'll mindlessly babble about how good everything feels and how your cock is making him feel so so good. Don't be surprised if he refuses to stop kissing youーhe doesn't care how sloppy it is, he just wantsーno, needs your lips on his.</li></ul><div>" Oooh-Oughhh-Y-yesh-!M-more, gimme moreee-!"<br><br></div><div>Thoma squealed loudly, throwing back his head as your cock pulled another countless orgasm out of his trembling body. His nails dug into your forearms, causing you to wince at the stinging sensation and hiss lowly from the pain. You'd normally try to swat away the source of the pain to try and relieve it, but you'd finally gotten what you'd wanted out of your cute lewd puppy.<br><br></div><div>You fucked him completely dumbーhis mind utterly breaking from the sheer pleasure of your cock slamming into his now abused prostate and wrenching countless orgasms out of his pretty cock. You were honestly surprised that he had even lasted this long, considering you'd been using his tight hole for quite some time. But either way, it filled you with perverted excitement to see him broken like this, drooling all over himself like an excited puppy.<br><br></div><div>" Oughhhh-I love your cock sho much-guhhhh-s-sho big-! I love masters' cock sho much! O-ooohh-!"<br><br></div><div>You let out a heated huff as Thoma sloppily grinned down at you, his hips desperately rolling to shove your cock as deep inside of his hole as it could go. He was even jerking himself off too, even when you told him that he couldn't touch himself. Thoma looked and was acting just like a lewd whoreーa cute cock slut who was too pleasure drunk to even stop himself from bouncing on your cock.<br><br></div><div>" What-hnghh-did I say about touching yourself?" you slightly glared at him, a hand now grasped tightly onto his hand that had been feverishly jerking off his pathetic cock. He whimpered dumbly, quickly retracting his appendage and his bounces seemed to somewhat slow down. Huh, guess he did still have some sense in that brain of his.<br><br></div><div>" <em>hic</em>-S-sorry-'m sorry, pleashe," he hiccuped as his lips trembled, trying to keep his cries in," Just want-<em>hic</em>-your cock-"<br><br></div><div>You sighed, not even close to resisting his sad puppy eyes. He was lucky he was so damn adorable. " Stop crying Thoma, you're fine," he visibly brightened up, his cock twitching against his tummy in eager arousal. He had done little to stop his hips movements, still riding you oh so eagerly.<br><br></div><div><em>' He's not listening is he...'<br></em><br></div><div>" C-can I move? P-pleashe, lemme move, pleashe," he pleaded," I-I'll be a good boy, pleashe-"<br><br></div><div>You deadpanned as he began to rut his hips like a dog in heat, seemingly not even caring whether or not you'd give the green light for him. Well, whatever, you wanted to watch him fuck himself stupid on your cock some more, so there was no harm in letting him have his fun.<br><br></div><div>" Go ahead puppy, I'm not stopping you."<br><br></div><div><strong>𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Scaramouche is an absolute brat who really tests the limits of your patience. He acts so goddamn high and mighty, carrying himself about like he owns the damn world. Hell, even you're not safe from his pretentious behavior, and you swear you're about to tear the man a new one. What a shame reallyーif his subordinates saw how ruthlessly he was being fucked by you and moaning like a filthy whore, they'd question if that's the same man who curb-stomped some poor Fatui agent just moments ago for no reason.</li><li>Since he's just <em>so</em> happy to always say the most infuriating things with that filthy mouth of his, then you'll happily use it how you damn well, please. When you first prod your cock against his cheek, Scaramouche taunts you for your blatant arousal and even makes the threat of not touching you. He eventually goes on to jerk you off, agonizinglyーteasingly sucking on the tip and smirking as he prevents another orgasm. And honestly, you've had enough of his bullshit and shove your cock down his tight throat not caring for his muffled cries and gagged moansーall you care about is using his mouth for your own pleasure and shutting him up.</li><li>He's just like a cute little kittyーalways so moody and bristling up when he gets angry over every small detail and happening within his radius. That's what you keep insisting to him, even while he's giving you the worst death stare while he's wearing said cat ears and a pretty cat butt plug holed in his pretty hole. He's hissing out insults under his breath like the bitch he is, but you aren't having it, telling him to sit and be a good kitty, and you won't be taking no for answer. You even mockingly pet his head and promise him a treat if he behaves. Unbeknownst to him, that so-called reward likely involves him being fucked in a mating press and kept there until you're satisfied. But for now, you'll settle with tangling your fingers through his indigo locks and call him your good kitty.</li><li>Since you're always doing the work when it comes to fucking Scara dumb, it can get pretty tiring, y'know? Always dealing with his bratty ass can really tire a person out, and you just need a break from being the one who does all the action. That, and you just want to be incredibly cruel to him, especially if you've gotten him nearly to his peak but pull away, leaving him to have to do it himself. You'll lie back on the plush mattress and tell him to ride you himself, that you're tired so he's gotta do it this time. He obviously gets pissed, but clampers onto your lap regardless and eases your cock into his tight hole, trying to hide his whimpers and muffling them behind his lithe hand. Give him enough time, and he's bouncing on your cock like the slut he is, moaning while he's cumming all over his pretty tummy. It's such a lewd sight.</li><li>Scaramouche absolutely breaks if you stuff his pretty hole full to the absolute brim. For example, it's usually a good handful of wriggling tentacles sliding in and out of him, filling his creamy hole to the brim and curling deeper and deeper inside of him. They happily play with his lewd body, curling around his perky nipples and swallowing up his cute little cock, each having their way with him. You do nothing to aid him, only cooing at how this really suits him since he seems to enjoy being violated in such a lewd manner. He starts to babble about how he's really gonna break when you align your cock against his already filled hole and cums on the spot when you slam yourself inside, too delirious on the sensation of being fucked full to even resist anything.</li><li>He gets off on you taking him from behind, slamming into him with little restraint while he drools from the mind-numbing pleasure. Poor Scaramouche is getting taken in so many waysーagainst the wall, bent over the bed, on his elbows and knees on the pristine floor, you name it. He hates how he can't even jerk off his pathetic little cock in tune with your thrusts like he normally does, and he can't even try and kiss youーhe's secretly soft for his lips against yours shhh.</li><li>It may seem like it pisses him off, but subtly fondle him when he's supposed to be out on another mission. He jolts when he feels your fingers draw formless shapes on the back of his neck, and hisses for you to quit acting like a child <strong>ironic ain't it</strong>, and to focus. But you continue, eventually making it to pinching his nipples through his silken clothes, and gently grabbing his cute little bulge, while Scara is doing his absolute best to keep his composure and not crumble into the lewd whore you want him to be. He suddenly makes a high-pitched noise, and you feel a warm wetness on your palm, and realize that your adorable Scara came in his pants, like a pervert, and out on a mission nonetheless. He'll try to glare at you, but he's simultaneously trying to hide both the now visible wet patch on his shorts and his adorable bulge from his still lingering arousal.</li></ul><div>" Y-you fucking-oughhhh-guhhhh-n-not here-hnghhh-!"<br><br></div><div>Scaramouche's pretty mouth hung open as your cock grazed his prostate again, the sensation shooting pleasure all throughout his lithe body. Even though his back was to you, and you couldn't see his adorable face, you were he was gritting his teeth tightly in a pathetically weak attempt to hide those god-awful lewd noises he knew you loved hearing.<br><br></div><div>" B-bastard-hiii-f-fucking pervert-oughhh-!"<br><br></div><div>" Hm? Did you say something Scara?" you cruelly cooed, gripping his forearms even tighter as you pressed your hips taut against his ass, pulling out a muffled yelp from your cute kitty. You drew your head near the tips of his flushing ears and blew a puff of hot air onto the reddened skin, making him whimper and his body jolt.<br><br></div><div>" You're so pretty Scara y'know? Too bad such a pretty face has such a filthy mouth," you mocked a defeated sigh, resting your chin on his pale shoulder as you let go of his arms and gently hugged his waist. Ahh, you loved moments like these where you could lovingly hold him and-<br><br></div><div>" Y-you fucking pervert..."<br><br></div><div>Ahー<br><br></div><div>You really couldn't have just one nice moment with this damn brat, could you?<br><br></div><div>" Hahhh, so mean Scara, and here I was trying to be nice to you" " H-huh?" You unwrapped your arms, and without warning, pushed his face into the plush mattress, causing him to yelp loudly, even more so with your hand bruisingly pressed against the nape of his neck.<br><br></div><div>" W-wait y-you-!"<br><br></div><div>" You wanted to act like a bitch, so I'll treat you like one."<br><br></div><div>And then you slammed yourself inside of him, hard.<br><br></div><div>" Oughhhh-N-no-oughhhhh!"<br><br></div><div>He moanedーcried out as his hands scrambled to grab onto anything to stabilize himself from your harsh thrusts. What he could grab was the nearest pillow, and Scaramouche didn't take his chances. From what you could hear, he'd bitten the pillow to muffle his lewd moans as you pounded into him like he was just a cocksleeve for you.<br><br></div><div>And a part of him enjoyed that.<br><br></div><div>" Wow, you're such a perv Scara. You're seriously enjoying this?"<br><br></div><div>" Hnghhh-Ghhhhh-"<br><br></div><div>You grinned as he began to shudder, clearly close to another orgasm that would week his body even further.<br><br></div><div>" What am I gonna do with you baby," you sighed, both out of feigned disappointment and pleasure," I have such a lewd pervert of a boyfriend."<br><br></div><div>" Ghhh-Shunh uphhh-oughhh-!"<br><br></div><div>" Tsk tsk, Scara, you never learn, do you? It's okay, I'll teach you," you continued, gently smiling as you began to pull your cock out," So be a good boy and take it all."<br><br></div><div>And with that, you slammed yourself back inside.<br><br></div><div><strong>𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑<br></strong><br></div><ul><li>Aether is such a hard workerーalways completing commissions on time and helping out the people of Teyvat. He's always overworked and doing others' jobs for them to the point of always passing out when he comes back to your shared abode. So of course you'll spoil your cute traveler! Whether it be pressing a flurry of kisses all over his face as he bounces on your cock or his knees being pushed back to his shoulders as you nearly fold his body in half, you'll spoil your baby boy and melt all of his stresses away.</li><li>Poor baby can't handle it when you overstimulate his adorable body in any way. He hiccups and freely sobs as the pleasure becomes too much for his body to handle and ends up clinging onto you, begging for mercy, even though you both know that you won't be stopping anytime soon. He can only embrace you tightly as you continue to fuck him dumb, cumming all over his pretty tummy until he can't cum anymore.</li><li>When the two of you go out on a date, you'll occasionally lace aphrodisiacs into his meals, all with his prior consent and awareness of course. It turns into a lewd game of sorts, with your hands softly grazing his most sensitive spotsーlike a butterfly wing brushing against his skin. With a soft ' <em>shhh</em>', you warn him to keep his noises in and to not palm himself, unless he's really that desperate for a punishment. He has to sit there and push down his rising arousalーlike ocean wavesーuntil he can be brought into a more secluded place. Then, he can cum like a good boy.</li><li>Aether loves it when you pull him on top of you whilst you lay down and slap your cock against his cheek, and he doesn't need you to verbally tell him what to do. He's already sucking away, slowly but surely taking your cock deeper into his mouth until it sits snug in his tight wet throat. He, of course, moans loudlyーso cutely tooーwhen you swallow his adorable cock up completely. Cute Aether ends up cumming multiple times in your warm mouth, thrusting into the warm cavern as he chases orgasm after orgasm.</li><li>You love to jerk off your precious Aether with an onahole, or in this case, one of your pretty tentacles. Cradling his head to your chest, you hold him like he's a baby, which, to be fair, he does look like one since he's desperately sucking away on your perky nipples. He can only fist the clothes in his hands as the tentacle lewdly swallows up his adorable cock, gulping down his cum at every release. Your nipples may end up sore and riddling with indents from his teeth, but it's worth it to watch him fall apart in such a lewd manner.</li><li>He gets so redーlike a pretty cherryーwhen you tell him to touch himself and you'll watch. Aether's golden eyes will shimmer in the dim, fading lights of your bedroom as he slides off his pants, then boxers, and finally, his cute little cock springs out, already twitching and leaking pretty beads of cum all over his tummy. He starts slow, wrapping his hand around his cock and rubbing his most sensitive areas, then he finally begins to fuck his hand rapidly, cutely, and desperately chasing his orgasm. He gets so into it that he slides two fingers into his cute hole, fingering himself to completion as he spurts his cum all over his pretty tummy.</li><li>Aether has never properly verbally admitted, but he just loves it when you're fucking him so hard into the mattress that you end up putting him into a mating press. When it first happened, he was so embarrassed and desperately covered his pretty face to hide his sinful noises. You obviously can't have that so you push his hands above his head and force out his cute moans and choked cries as your cock grazes his prostate. Over time, he doesn't bother covering his face, now happily moaning out at how good it feels and how he loves you so much and to give it to him.</li></ul><div>" W-wait what are you-oughhh-!"<br><br></div><div>Aether's golden eyes widened as your hands pressed against his claves, pushing them back his shoulders, with your cock pushing itself deeper into his tight ass in the process. He frantically glanced up at you, trying to get your attention but to little avail as you pressed your weight into his body beneath yours.<br><br></div><div>" Have you ever heard of a mating press Aether?" you cooed, grinning as he shook his head '<em>no</em>.' How cute, he was struggling to accommodate to the position he'd been pushed into and how your cock had been pushed deeper inside of him. You could tell by his muffled whimpers and how he was gripping the loose bedsheets in his fist, taking in deep breaths as part of his adorable struggle.<br><br></div><div>" Well don't worry, I'll teach you!" " W-wait h-hold o-oughhhhh-!"<br><br></div><div>You grunted as you'd pulled your cock out of his ass just enough, before thrusting back in, building up a rhythm as your cock dove in and out of his ass, spreading open his hot walls over and over.<br><br></div><div>" Nononono-Ghhhhh-Hnghhhhh-Oughhhhh-!"<br><br></div><div>Aahh, your Aether was just too cute, his moans were so precious and fragile and the way his body reacted to each of your advances aroused you so much. It only made you want to fuck him even harder and violate his body further.<br><br></div><div>" You're so cute Aether, my precious baby looks so cute being fucked by my cock," you groaned out, with said blonde moaning out in response. But by the looks of it, he was too distracted with how you were fucking him stupid, and he couldn't even so much as do a thing.<br><br></div><div>" Hnghhh-p-pleashe-Oughhhhh-!"<br><br></div><div>His golden eyes began to widen and shake in their sockets as his orgasm started to build up. To be honest, you thought he was already cumming, given how much pre-cum had been practically oozing out of his adorable little cock. He really was enjoying this, wasn't he?<br><br></div><div>" You're such a lewd perv Aether," you sighed dramatically, ignoring his cries as he came all over himself, drooling and sobbing freely from the sheer intensity of the pleasure raking his cute body.<br><br></div><div>" Don't worry, I'll take <em>reeaal</em> good care of you, 'kay?"<br><br></div><div>All you received in response were loud moans and cries as Aether seemingly tried to weakly refute, but seeing as how happily his cock was twitching, he was looking forward to it.<br><br></div><div>How cute♡<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>nsfw hcs for xiao, aether and kazuha</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>* ੈ‧₊˚<br><br></div><div>-<strong> [ making out ]<br></strong><br></div><div>— although <em>xiao</em> is much reserved, to think he’d enjoy something like kisses so much came as a surprise. it was just as a teasing joke. stealing a swift kiss from his rather soft lips in the midst of your emotions. xiao stared wide-eyed at you, wondering why you would’ve ever dared to do something like that to him. this is what sparked his newfound love for kissing. it’s such a simple act of love yet he can’t get enough quite literally. when he finally gets you alone in his room at the inn, knowing how exhausted you must be from your day-to-day mission, he can’t help but press his needy lips against yours. you want to protest but see xiao is far too lost in this to stop now. even something unfathomable as making out now seems like a daily treat he gives to you once you return back to him. don’t tease him about it though, he can be quite the sensitive type at times.<br><br></div><div>- <strong>[ oral ]<br></strong><br></div><div>— while <em>xiao</em> is most confused about things as simple as where to hold you and place his hands, it’s not uncommon for you to guide him. oftentimes, this means taking on the somewhat ‘dominant’ role for the time being. xiao being so sensitive after not feeling any warmth from another in years, it’s not strange for him to be sensitive everywhere. so when you decide to go down on him, it’s a shock in itself. it’s hard to even get him to agree as he feels so selfish having you practically at his will. yet, when his karmic build up is far too strong, it’s the best option you have.<br><br></div><div>— watching his cock twitch in delight; his gloved hand placed through your hair as he practically gasps for air only after feeling the great warmth your mouth had to offer him. just to hear a raspy <em>“i’m cumming i’m cum—ing-!”</em> before making a mess of himself and you. not to worry though xiao is often considerate of you more than himself and will make it his mission to clean you up right away.<br><br></div><div>- <strong>[ groping ]<br></strong><br></div><div>— i think we all know how lovely <em>xiaos</em> hands are. even in his gloves, it’s hard to miss how nicely they shape around his fingers. he doesn’t take much notice to them until you mention your like for them. holding his hand from time to time, letting it rest on your waist or being shoved in your mouth. his favorite place for them though his just simply on top of you. whether it is to grab your supple waist and kneed your thighs, xiao wants to do it all. even when he finally gets you to himself for the night and starts kissing on you like he’ll never get to feel your lips again, he can’t help his wandering hands. letting them travel all over your body from your sensitive chest area to your plush thighs. just the feeling of your body in his hold makes xiao feel so possessive over you. how good it feels to be one with you even if only for a few moments. it’s such a simple request and yet the moment he lays his hands on your soft, warm skin he can’t take them off. just let him do as he pleases.<br><br></div><div>— <em>aether</em></div><div><br></div><div>* ੈ‧₊˚<br><br></div><div>-<strong> [ face sitting ]<br></strong><br></div><div>— it’s hard to see a sweet boy like <em>aether</em> even remotely being interested in sexual things. to expect him to get all shy and nervous around the topic and yet, that doesn’t stop him from enjoying every last bit of it. even when it’s your idea to have you sit on his face, he can’t help but hold back a smirk of anticipation. he knows you’re not ready for what he’s about to give you. once you’re finally seated on top of him, you automatically feel his gloved hands spread your thighs out and keep them there. absolutely going crazy over the feeling of your thighs around his face. your cockiness starts to budge when you finally feel how warm and wet his mouth feels against you. how focused his amber eyes are all on you. how you suddenly changed from overconfidence to a pathetic mess pulling at his soft blonde hair while weakly calling out his name. you can practically feel his devious smile against your skin as he watches you fall apart completely right on top of his face.<br><br></div><div>- <strong>[ degradation ]<br></strong><br></div><div>— on the topic of <em>aether</em> eating you out like it’s the last meal he’ll ever get, just imagine how dirty his words are. having to deal with the constant stress of dealing with the other knights and commissions. it’s no surprise the poor boy is pent up all the time. and when he finally gets his hands on you after a particularly rough day, it’s such a big difference from the soft, sweet, caring aether you used to know. now the only things that fall off his lips are about how pathetic you are, sucking him off at headquarters where just anyone would walk in on and see.<br><br></div><div><em>“look at you being so good for me, it’s so shameless of you isn’t it?”<br></em><br></div><div><em>“what a mess you are, letting the honorary knight himself fuck your throat raw?”<br></em><br></div><div>or even being seated in one of the many offices in the kof headquarters with aether alone. being on the clock and yet still needing your time to mess around with aether. he’s quick about what he does yet still manages to show you how dearly he loves you too. being on top of the pretty blonde boy and feeling up his toned stomach out for all to see. touching aether up and down, loving all those sweet little reactions he has and wanting more of them. your tight walls are wrapped like a grip around aethers cock.<br><br></div><div><em>“shit you’re so tight, you really thought i’d be able to fuck you like this?”<br></em><br></div><div>while aether is just teasing, you taking rather offense to it, decide to ride your little honorary knight till he’s spent. watching his smirk as his gaze and his oh-so-focused eyes on where you’re both connected, gloved hands gripping your pretty hips to help you out when you need it. even after both of you are too spent to even speak, aether will always take over for you. tightening his grip on your hips and just snapping his hips as hard and quick as he can. while you’re gasping and panting for air, calling out aethers name and how good he feels, aether can’t help but laugh at how fucking pathetic you are for him; just about letting all the other knights know who fucks you good every day.<br><br></div><div><em>“now every knight knows how big of a slut you are for me and just me”<br></em><br></div><div>he’d growl as your skin met over and over again, your voice practically broken and tears trickling down your face. how much better could it get for aether? &lt;3<br><br></div><div>- <strong>[ semi - public ]<br></strong><br></div><div>— as mentioned before, i definitely feel like <em>aether</em> would love to indulge in the feeling that comes along with risky places to have his way with you in. whether it would be in the kof headquarters, outside the city or even up against the wall of the church, no matter what aether is willing to try it out. it’s not expected of him at first to be so willing but when you see what the pressure of being caught at any moment does, it all makes sense. aether just loves the rush of knowing you and him could be caught at any time just out in the open and shameless. even when you’re outside the city and letting him fuck you after a relaxing mealtime, it doesn’t dissipate aethers hunger for the risk and rush he feels while doing it. all wrapped around his cock so perfectly, biting your lip back so hard almost to the point of injury, aethers gloved hands holding you up by the plush of your thighs and his hips snap into you over and over again and again. but it’s such an honor right? to get fucked by the one and only honorary knight is truly a big accomplishment in itself and aether isn’t slowing down any time soon &lt;3.<br><br></div><div>— <em>kazuha</em></div><div><br></div><div>* ੈ‧₊˚<br><br></div><div>- <strong>[ oral ]<br></strong><br></div><div>— <em>kazuha</em> has always come off as a soft kind of lover. even his tone and way he speaks is so gentle and loving. and when it comes down to how he touches you, he’s all focused on you. loving every inch of your body in his hands. that’s why one of his favorite places to be in between your legs. tracing your inner thighs over and over with his soft finger tips, his gentle lips sucking and licking at your heated sex. while it’s all too much, is doesnt help that kazuha always has his eyes on you. he’s normally so focused on the job at hand but occasionally, he’ll let his eyes fall onto yours. looking up to you while his mouth and lips bring an overwhelming sensation of pleasure through your body. he’s so good at what he does and only continues to improve as he finds what makes you tick. kazuha is so good at teasing you till you can’t take it. making you itch for his touch where you need him most only for kazuha to hush you and tell you to be patient. and when he finally lets you cum, he can feel the pained tone through your voice as you whine out for him. kazuha can only laugh and watch you struggle beneath your own pleasure.<br><br></div><div>- <strong>[ marking ]<br></strong><br></div><div>— while <em>kazuha</em> tends to have a more patient demeanor, that doesnt mean he can’t turn lenient quite quickly. and when it comes to your touch, kazuha has a hard time resisting his body’s urges. even something as simple as a lingering touch on his shoulder or chaste kiss on the cheek tests kazuhas patience. he’s grown to adapt to the feeling of you testing his self-resistance through and through yet, when he finally gets you all to himself it’s all a different story. kazuha is very fond of touch whether it be to himself or you, he enjoys it all together. even your lips against his are what he truly desires and yet, he understands his greedy heart can take more than he gives. this conflict in his heart leads him to focus all his needs and wants for pleasure onto you.<br><br></div><div>seated gently on his lap after you both had rather exhausting days. kazuha whispering gently into your ear and nipping at your skin every so often. just the feeling of your warmth is enough to make kazuha feel at ease. he slowly leads you into a mess of kisses; some sweet and short while others are much longer and passionate. trickling these down your cheeks to your jaw and down into your neck. the soft sweet smell of your neck is enough for kazuha to want to sink his teeth into and yet, he doesn’t go through with it. instead, placing gentle kisses along your sensitive skin till he finds the perfect spot to mark. slowly clamping his lips to your skin as his hands rub gently into your sides, making sure you’re at ease.<br><br></div><div>more often than not kazuha will have to tell you to relax. a gentle squeeze given to your side is an indication of when he feels too much movement. removing his reddened lips will a quiet ‘pop’ before he whispers yet again into your ear<br><br></div><div><em>“stay still for me love, please don’t get too impatient with me”<br></em><br></div><div>the staggered breathing he hears from you and the soft cries of his name indicates exactly what he needs to know. continually sucking deeper into your skin until finally the perfect mark has been written onto you. this process only continues until kazuha is completely pleased with his progress. trust kazuha when he says he knows what he’s doing when it comes to marking. he’ll absolutely make it so there’s so there is no way you could possibly cover up his love bites. such a tease behind all the passion he carries within his actions.<br><br></div><div>- <strong>[ somnophilia ]<br></strong><br></div><div>— <em>kazuha</em> is definitely the type to love the intimacy that comes with sleeping together with you. even though he dislikes asking for favors such as a place to stay. nonetheless, he heavily enjoys the feeling of sleeping next to you. just your warmth is enough for him to feel at ease and safe with you. no matter if you’re struggling to sleep, kazuha will be there to ease you into a comfortable rest. as for him, the sight of you fast asleep and scent so sweet has him worked up. even though he knows it’s perverted and impure of him to think such thoughts as those even while you’re in such a vulnerable state. kazuha sleeping with you also consists of lots of cuddling; he can’t help himself to more of you. even when you’re just laying on his chest, he feels so much better. these impure thoughts mixed with your touch on him usually ends up with his pants pushed down and his fingers wrapped around his cock. how disgusting of him to be getting off when you’re right on top of him, fast asleep. and yet, kazuha only continues; letting those thoughts fill his head. sometimes, this leads to his needy cock between your thighs then, kazuha slowly pushing himself inside you while your asleep next to his chest. your ass pressed so close to where he desires you most and yet, he can’t help but letting his body move on its own. at least, he wants to say that; you both know his mind although in a sleepy state, is very much aware of his actions. and even when he notices your pretty eyes fluttered open in a mist of confused and tiredness, kazuha can only whisper,<br><br></div><div><em>“please forgive me, my body moved with its own accord.”<br></em><br></div><div>he laughed out as his chest pressed against your back. you now being awake, feeling his cock deep within you causes an array of gasps and pants to fill the otherwise empty air. letting out a weak “kazuha..” before letting him take you even further into what feels like a dream. only, it isn’t a dream of your own accord, it’s kazuha; the one you know and love with all your heart. it takes a moment to register into your mind before you go along with his desires, letting kazuha push and pull his hips in and out of you. kazuhas mouth next to your ear as he whispers praises and showers your neck and jawline with kisses and lips against your skin. even if it wasn’t as a dream, it sure felt like a heavenly one.<br><br></div><div>when finally things come to a closing and kazuha watches his still hard cock pull out of you so slowly, he can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. succumbing to his own lewd desires while you’re placed in such a vulnerable state was nothing right. kazuha felt this weight, even more, when he heard you let out a content sigh. maybe kazuha would continue as his body was definitely begging for more. if only for the motivation to make you feel good over and over.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Favourite sex position headcanons III</title>
         <author>Leiwywy</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Thoma:<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Prone Bone</strong></li><li>(For those of you that don’t know this position, it’s basically missionary but the person underneath faces the bed and not their partner.) Thoma loves to feel your body against his whilst your having sex, he won’t admit it but having you restrained under his weight is a huge turn on.</li><li>He’ll cage your head between his arms, his lips pressed against your neck as he marks you as his own because even though everyone knows you’re a couple no one will dare to try and steal you away if you walk around with his love bites decorating your neck. He gets jealous quite easily, so your neck will never be bare.</li><li>He just loves how the position gives him easy access to your slick cunt, he can just thrust his hips down against yours and bury himself deep inside you. I’ve got a massive HC that Thoma is a breeder and this is a good position for that hehe.</li></ul><div>“<em>O-oh</em>!” you gasped as Thoma pulled out of you suddenly and flipped you over with ease, your naked chest pushed down against the futon. Your cheek rest on the soft pillow as you tried to watch him from the corner of your hazy, half-lidded eyes.<br><br></div><div>“Th-thoma..” you whine his name as he lines the tip of his cock back up with your sloppy cunt. You had both been at it for hours already and you’d lost count of the amount of times he’d made you come undone. Your neck stung pleasantly from the multiple hickeys and bite marks he’d decorated you with.<br><br></div><div>You weren’t even sure how many times he’d cum inside you this evening, you’d long since lost count of that too. Your body ached from all the different positions he’d pushed, bent and held you in. All while telling you how much he wanted to breed you, that he wouldn’t be satisfied until you’d both cum in each new position.<br><br></div><div>“<em>Haa</em>..” you whined weakly as he sunk back into you. Each time he pulled back his seed leaks passed your messy cunt’s lips, your stomach felt bloated from how much he’d filled you up already. “Thoma..” you couldn’t even string a sentence together, your mind was numb with pleasure.<br><br></div><div>“This morning..” He groaned hotly and pressed his body down against your back, pinning you to the sheets. His arms were braced either side of the pillow as he made sure he wasn’t crushing you under his weight. “I didn’t want to leave the bed, I wanted to abandon all my duties..” He smack his hips down against yours, immediately setting a deepb, slow pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.<br><br></div><div>“I’ve been thinking about this all day.. thinking about all the different ways I would breed you..” he moaned unashamedly, his lips pressed up against your ear and he spilled his dirty thoughts to you.<br><br></div><div>“<em>Ah</em>-!” You cried out as he gave one harsh, deep thrust that buried the tip of his cock against your cervix. “Thoma..” you gasped, pressing your forehead against the pillow as he stopped thrusting and remained buried inside you.<br><br></div><div>“<em>Mmn</em>.. more.. ” You whimpered while wriggling your hips against his to try encourage him to move again.<br><br></div><div>“Fuck.. (y/n)..” he groaned hotly, your begging and moaning of his name had his cock pulsing for you. His hands fisted the futon, his weight felt lighter on your back as he started fucking into you quicker.<br><br></div><div>“Thoma..” you panted heavily, your bulging stomach was being pressed against the futon. “<em>Haa</em>..” you moaned softly and chewed your bottom lip, you wondered if it would just come gushing out when he was done.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>Kazuha:<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Spooning</strong></li><li>Shout out to 💜anon for suggesting this position~ I will always write Kazuha as tease and this is just the position just for him.</li><li>He’s got easy access to your neck, so get ready for plenty of kisses and love bites. Plus those tantalising lips can whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly fucks between your thighs.</li><li>I’m rolling with the Alcor idea, get ready to try and be quiet as he teases you relentlessly in a room full of sleeping crew mates~ you’ll have to bite your lip quite hard to hold back the moans he’ll tempt from your lips.</li></ul><div>“K-kazu’..” you whisper softly, your bottom lip drawn between your teeth, your eyes screwed shut. “We-.. we can’t..” your voice was barely audible as you try and keep your delicate moans from escaping passed your lips. You quiver in his gentle hold as he embraces you from behind, spooning you in your shared bunk on the Alcor.<br><br></div><div>“We never get any time alone on this ship..” he sighed softly, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck. His hands were tucked under your top, his smooth palms cupping your breasts as he rolled your perked nipples between his fingers. “And I can’t wait until we reach land..” his silvery voice sent heat flooding to your core, a crimson blush coating your entire face.<br><br></div><div>“B-but..” you shudder as he trails one hand down your stomach, slipping into your trousers and into your panties. “<em>Mmn</em>-!” You chomp down on your lip to muffle your gasps as his fingers circle your opening.<br><br></div><div>“Shh, (y/n)..” he whispers into your ear, his teeth grazing the tender cartilage. He chuckled quietly as you whine, his fingers parting your folds and sinking into your dripping wet cunt. You continue to bite your lip, holding in your moans as he pumps and scissors his fingers in you, your hips following his lead.<br><br></div><div>You’d been craving him too and you really did have no <em>private</em> time on the ship. Your drenched cunt gave away just how much you desired him. You bit your lip and decided the risk was more than worth it, all you wanted right now was your lovers cock stuffed inside you.<br><br></div><div>“Y-you..” you stammer quietly, his other hand still playing with your breast. He grins against your ear, biting it and causing you to jolt as it sends sparks down your body. “<em>A-ah</em>..” a weak moan escapes you as he continues to tease you all over.<br><br></div><div>“You’ll wake them up..” he warns you as he trails his lips down the side of your face, ignoring your lips and resting in your neck. He sucks your sensitive skin, drawing back only to return to the same spot and nip the area.<br><br></div><div>“<em>Mmn</em>!” You cry out, then freeze in place. A sleepy murmur from someone else in the room sets your heart racing. Your body shakes in Kazuha’s hold, yet he continues his advances as pulls his soaked fingers out of your cunt and pushes your trousers and panties down to your knees.<br><br></div><div>“K-kazu’..” you whine his name, you couldn’t stand his teasing anymore. “M-more..” you whisper, shaking your hips back against his bulge. He inhales sharply, then releases a gentle laugh. While he tugs down his own trousers and boxers, freeing himself and lining his cock up with your seeping cunt from behind, he finally releases your breast and holds his hand in front of your mouth.<br><br></div><div>“Suck.” He whispered hotly and you do just that, taking his first two fingers into your mouth as he holds your face still. He sinks into you little by little then drags his hips back, only to thrusts back into you slowly again, drawing out each and every thrust into your aching cunt.<br><br></div><div>“<em>Mmph</em>..” you moan around his fingers. His free hand tucks around your body and returns to your cunt, easily finding your clit. Your orgasm was building too quickly, the coil in your stomach almost ready to burst. You knew he wouldn’t want to end this so quickly, so you were most certainly in for an incredibly long and torturous night at the hands of your teasing lover.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>Gorou:<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Doggy style</strong></li><li>I’m trying not be like; ‘haha doggy style because he’s a dog :))’ but.. this is exactly that lmao.</li><li>It’s a very simple and very pleasurable position, just the right one for him. Having you on all fours, or maybe with your face buried in the sheets below you and your ass raised up for him, just awakens his primal urges.</li><li>He loves to grip your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. Your ass cheeks ripple as they smack against his pelvis, and the lewd sound just arouses him more.</li></ul><div>Your pleasured moans filled the general’s private tent and you dared not think about the chances of anyone hearing. Which, of course, we’re quite high through the flimsy material. But when your sweet, attentive lover was like <em>this </em>he simply did not care. Not when you had been purposefully teasing him all day.<br><br></div><div>You had made sure to exaggerate every movement when he was watching; bending over and sticking your ass out when you <em>accidentally</em> dropped something, stretching up onto your tip toes and making rather <em>explicit</em> noises while you tried to reach items on top shelves.<br><br></div><div>It was fair to say Gorou was struggling to withhold himself the longer the day went on. His gaze lingering on your ass, his ears perked and turn towards you. He gripped his pen harshly whilst he tried to write his reports. His canine’s sunk into his lip as his desire for you became relentless.<br><br></div><div>He knew your game, knew exactly what you were doing. You’d been assigned to another camp for awhile and you’d both been apart for almost two weeks. When you arrived back in Gorou’s camp you wasted no time seeking him out, wanting to lead him to your tent. But the general stood firm, he had important things to do at the time.<br><br></div><div>So you pouted and said you understood, only to then set about teasing and winding him up all day. You wanted to bring out the rougher, more dominant side of him, instead of the usual cute and serious Gorou.<br><br></div><div>When you both finally met up at the end of the day your plan had worked, he was quick to drag you too his tent, his patience worn thin. He huffed in annoyance as you grinned cheekily at him and let him lead you towards the futon.<br><br></div><div>“(y/n)..” he growled your name hotly, his hands gripping your hips almost painful as he takes you roughly from behind. You knelt willingly on your shared futon, your hands fisting the sheets as you tried to keep yourself up. But each quick, deep thrust threatened to push you forward and down against the soft material. Your arms ached as you kept yourself up for him.<br><br></div><div>“G-gorou!” You gasped, your eyes blown wide as he pulled you back against him again. His cock buried to the hilt inside your slick, aching cunt. “<em>Haa</em>.. you’re being-!” You spluttered the rest of your sentence as he pulled away, only to thrust back into you suddenly.<br><br></div><div>“-so mean?” He guessed the rest of your sentence. He knocked deeply inside you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. His long, fluffy tail wagged from side to side as he pressed his chest against your back.<br><br></div><div>“You had this coming..” His lips hovering over your ear as he spoke. “Teasing me all day.. especially when you know I’ve been desperate for you the entire time we’ve been apart.” His bit down on your ear, his little fangs digging in and causing you to cry out at the sharp pain.<br><br></div><div>“<em>Haa</em>..” you whined and bit your lip, your legs shook as your core burned delightfully at his roughness. “Don’t.. don’t stop.” You gasped, he pulled his body off your back and placed his hand between your shoulders.<br><br></div><div>“Don’t worry, I won’t.” He groaned and pushed your front down so only your behind remained raised up for him. “I’m going breed you all night to make up for the last two weeks.” He squeezed your hips and resumed his harsh sudden thrusts, he planned on making sure you were utterly satisfied and bulging with his seed by the time sunrise came around.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div>Itto:<br><br></div><ul><li><strong>Standing full nelson</strong></li><li>(I can’t explain this position without writing a paragraph, it’s explained in the drabble.) Itto is willing to try any position with you. Don’t underestimate the length he’ll go to for you, and with a build like his a position like this is no sweat at all.</li><li>It definitely awakens his deep lustful urges when he realises he can press, bend or hold you in almost every kind of position. Bless that oni strength for the absolutely wild ride he’ll take you on.</li><li>And obviously the oni stamina. You’ve got no chance keeping up with him, so you better be prepared to be an exhausted, panting mess every time you do have sex because he forgets you can’t keep up with him every single time.</li></ul><div>“Wait- Itto-!” all you could do was gasp suddenly, pleasure shocking through your body as he tucked his arms under your knees and hefted you up. He stood up from the futon you’d been fooling around on and pulled your knees back against your shoulder, his hands linking behind your head, bending you in half oh so easily.<br><br></div><div>“<em>O-oh</em>-!” You gasped again, your head pushing against his hands as you tried to throw your head back at the feeling. You were completely unable to speak from the sensational feeling the position provided. His thick, lengthy cock was still stuffed inside your aching cunt when he changed the position. He pushed deeply against your cervix as he held you up, penetrating you upright.<br><br></div><div>“<em>Hahaha</em>, see!” He laughed brightly into your ear, seemingly unaware of the extreme pleasure the new position provided for you. “I CAN hold you up whilst we’re having sex, no sweat!” He grinned, pleased with self-achievement. Did you regret egging him on? Absolutely not.<br><br></div><div>“I-Itto-“ you shuddered at the deep ache in your core. A shaky, breathlessly sigh slipping passed your lips, which twitched up into a trembling smile as you realised your oaf of a lover had no idea of the effect this position had on you.<br><br></div><div>You couldn’t move at all, your arms were trapped as your knees kept your shoulders still. All you could do was tremble in pleasure and just let him hold you up, your stomach aching pleasantly as it bulged from where his cock buried itself deep inside you.<br><br></div><div>“(y/n)?” He groaned deeply as your cunt twitched and hugged his cock. He look down at your expression, a crimson blush suddenly coating his cheeks at what he saw. Your eyes were lidded lustfully and your lips were parted as you moaned and gasped his name shakily. Your breasts were pushed together by your thighs, and even he could see the bulge in your stomach from the angle.<br><br></div><div>“<em>Mmh</em>-“ he muffled his own shameless groan as he bit his lip, your reaction catching him off guard. His cock twitched inside you in response as it snugly pressed as far as it could go. He hadn’t thought this far ahead, just accepted your challenging words.<br><br></div><div>“(y/n)-“ he stuttered your name. “Is.. is this position really that good-“ he spluttered in his flustered state, his grip tightening. You had no idea how turned on he was right now, having you in a position that gave him complete control made him just want to fuck into you like a beast.<br><br></div><div>“<em>A-ah!</em>“ you cried out as he readjusted his grip slightly, inadvertently thrusting into you. “Yes!” You practically yelled at him desperately. “<em>Ohh</em>, Archons, Itto.. Please, j-just fuck me like this already-“ you moaned the words shamelessly.<br><br></div><div>“I mean, of.. of course it’s that good! <em>Hahaha</em>-“ he laughed loudly, though you heard him audibly gulp afterwards. Your wanton begging and hot moans almost broke his self restraint.<br><br></div><div>“Ittooo..” you whined. He muttered something sheepishly, then began he rocked his hips, silencing your whines as found a good pace thrusting up into you, using your restrained body just like you wanted him too.<br><br></div><div>“Don’t stop, Itto-“ you moaned for him. The feeling of his rock hard muscles against your back, his cock pounding into your dripping cunt and his arms holding you tightly forced the burning ache in your core to build up quickly.<br><br></div><div>“I won’t- (y/n).. fuck this is hot.” He release a heavy, shaky breath as he continued to trust into you. His deep, unabashed moans mixed with your own and you knew you wouldn’t last long like this. He quickly found a good rhythm, fucking into you at a quickening pace.<br><br></div><div>You chewed your bottom lip and wondered what it’d be like to be overwhelmed and overstimulated in this position, just absolutely used by him, he certainly had enough stamina for it.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>• They react to you wearing lingerie •</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Gorou 🐾<br></strong><br></div><div>The General of the Sangonomiya Resistance almost dropped the box he was carrying once he entered your bedroom.<br><br></div><div>"Babe, here it is the last box we received with the gifts of our wedding and-" His ears got pointy, almost pink and his tail was raised, just like what happened when Gorou was in alert state. "Wow, you look... Just good enough to- I'm sorry" His ears were down now, showing his shyness.<br><br></div><div>"Gorou, poor boy... I was just trying the lingerie I chose to commemorate our marriage" Putting the box down, your husband watched you as you fixed some details of the lingerie.<br><br></div><div>"Lacy and off-white? And that little garter belt..." He almost whimpered. "Can I touch you?"<br><br></div><div>"Go ahead, don't deny anything to yourself"<br><br></div><div>His pupils were dilated as he enjoyed the sensation of your flesh against his fingers.<br><br></div><div>He played with the hem of your panties, soon broughting your body towards his.<br><br></div><div>"Fuck, look what you make with me, princess"<br><br></div><div>"Do I deserve some punishment to make you feel better?" That was enough to rile him up, as he pulled you to a heated kiss.<br><br></div><div><strong>Kazuha 🍁<br></strong><br></div><div>Trying to write a sonnet was extremely hard for Kazuha that night.<br><br></div><div>His mind was clouded and the inspiration had faded away a long time ago, so the frustration took the best of him.<br><br></div><div>Letting his paper and pen left aside, he fixed his loose hair before sighing heavily.<br><br></div><div>"Darling, where are you?" He asked, but no answer came. "Babe?" He looked for you downstairs without success, until he went to your shared bedroom. The door was closed, what made him confused.<br><br></div><div>"(Name)? Are you there? Can I come in?" And still no answer, making him almost irritated.<br><br></div><div>Kazuha was already worn out, so whatever could be happening with you wouldn't bother him more than not being able to write anything.<br><br></div><div>Your boyfriend entered the room to see you finishing fixing a lingerie on your body. His eyes widened and his cheeks got pink, as he almost left the room in shyness.<br><br></div><div>His two favorite colors now adorned your body, the white lingerie with red details making him almost weak to his knees.<br><br></div><div>You only noticed he had entered the room after long seconds, gasping in surprise.<br><br></div><div>"Kazuha... Please, don't think I'm doing something lewd- I just wanted to make a surprise to you... It's almost your birthday"<br><br></div><div>"This isn't lewd, my love. You're showing affection towards me, is all"<br><br></div><div>"Did you like it?"<br><br></div><div>"You look so angelic and so perfect" He got close to you, putting some of your hair behind your ears. "After I'm finished with you, I'll write about the delicacy of an angel" And his warm lips started tracing wet kisses against your neck.<br><br></div><div><strong>Thoma 🎋<br></strong><br></div><div>You could tell your boyfriend was exhausted that night. His mood wasn't too bright and he seemed almost riled up.<br><br></div><div>"Thoma... You overworked again" You whispered to him as you watched him taking off his clothes to take a bath.<br><br></div><div>He didn't answer you.<br><br></div><div>"Thoma" You said softly, touching the skin of his shoulder.<br><br></div><div>"What do you want, (Name)?"<br><br></div><div>"Could I at least show you something before you go to shower?" He blinked a lot of times, sighing in tiredness.<br><br></div><div>"Go on, then" He said defeated.<br><br></div><div>You picked the little box with your new lingerie, opening the lid in front of him. It caught his attention, as he picked the black silk pieces with his fingers.<br><br></div><div>"I know you're worn our babe, I just wanted to light up your mood a little. I know you enjoy whenever I use those, so I bought a new one. We don't even have to do anything, I just wanted to show you-"<br><br></div><div>"Please" Thoma begged. "Let me put these on you, for heaven's sake" You were taken aback with his reaction.<br><br></div><div>"Did you like it so much?"<br><br></div><div>"You look so fucking hot in those" His hands started undressing you to put the lingerie on your body. "It's a shame I'll soon take them off too, right princess?"<br><br></div><div>"Thoma... What? You need to rest"<br><br></div><div>"You come at me and tease a weak spot of mine and think you'll get away with it?"<br><br></div><div>"I was trying to make you feel better"<br><br></div><div>"And you succeed. Yet, I'll feel even better if I can have you all to myself tonight" You finished fixing your new lingerie, answering him softly:<br><br></div><div>"As you wish, Thoma"<br><br></div><div><strong>Scaramouche⚡<br></strong><br></div><div>His eyes glowed brightly with the sight that he saw once he had left the bathroom.<br><br></div><div>"S-Scara! I'm sorry! I thought you'd take longer in the shower"<br><br></div><div>You were only using a stunning lingerie colored with indigo tones and you only had a white semi-transparent kimono protecting you from his flaming eyes.<br><br></div><div>Seeing his frame reflected on the mirror, you thought you'd face what was coming.<br><br></div><div>You turned around to face him just to see Scaramouche restless. Had he hated that surprise?<br><br></div><div>He walked towards you until you were pressed against the wall.<br><br></div><div>"Scaramouche...?" You asked confused.<br><br></div><div>"Why you always tease me in the worst situations?"<br><br></div><div>"I was just seeing if it would look nice"<br><br></div><div>"You look freaking perfect, (Name)" He gave you a wet kiss against your neck, making you squirm in anticipation.<br><br></div><div>"What will you do? Should I take this off-?"<br><br></div><div>"It's a shame I'll have to take off the lingerie, but I promise it'll be good" Hickeys, demanding kisses and many rounds would come your way, but you were prepared for that.<br><br></div><div>"I can't wait to fuck you senselessly tonight" The fatui harbinger whispered into your ear, before guiding your body towards the soft mattress of your bed.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ul><li><br>Xiao is a bit more on the rough side. Okay, scratch that, he's very rough. And his libido is strong.</li><li>Sometimes it's too overwhelming and you have to run to kazuha for help whenever Xiao feels like having a 3rd round in the same day</li><li>And kazuha always has to make sure he keeps an eye on Xiao whenever he fucks you because sometimes he takes it too far.</li><li>Not on purpose of course but you just feel so fucking good around him that Xiao loses his mind each time.</li><li>And Xiao knows he's not supposed to but sometimes he'll try to get away with having sex with you without kazuha knowing.</li><li>Whether it be in your sleep or while kazuha is gone from the house.</li><li>He just <em>needs</em> to bite and mark you. He can't help it.</li><li>Kazuha is soft and indulgent. Basically the total opposite of Xiao.</li><li>He loves you and wants you to enjoy it to the fullest.</li><li>If he's feeling extra lovey dovey, he'll recite to you a love poem after you two literally did the dirty</li><li>When you guys have threesomes, kazuha's the one circling your clit and worshipping your body while Xiao ruts into your heat like a primal animal since it's all he knows how to do.</li><li>Their aftercare is very sweet.</li><li>Kazuha cooks you a nice breakfast and Xiao feels guilty once his lustful haze clears.</li><li>He licks the many wounds he made on your neck as a silent apology and you giggle because it's ticklish but kazuha always stops it</li><li>"xiao! You can't just do that, you have to use the first aid kit."</li><li>Anyway, you just love your two boyfriends &lt;3</li></ul><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title># WHAT A PRETTY VOICE YOU HAVE !!</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>CHILDE </strong>has<em> . . . loud moans.<br></em><br></div><div>like any other lazy day of the both of you being intimate with each other, childe was fucking you hard today, falling in love with your body over and over again as you started to smell just like his sweet, rich scent. the way he’d reach that certain spot like it was nothing, watching your eyes roll back. i like to think his moans slip out, he doesn’t even realize how loud he sounds until he covers your mouth, and throws his head back. <em>“s-shit.. y/n.. you feel so good.. gonna cum again.. you keep gettin’ tight.. b—abyyy..”</em> childe tries a lott hold back his moans but obviously fails. he even starts stuttering a bit, <em>very</em> loudly, a blush spreading due to embarrassment on his face. as he continues to fuck you deeply, he whines, rutting into you, his warm breath falling against your neck.<br><br></div><div><strong>ITTO</strong> has . . . <em>begging moans.<br></em><br></div><div>this oni doesn’t care. he’s not scared at all to let out his moans, he wants no he <em>needs</em> you. he honestly felt no shame nor felt embarrassed about wanting you and needing you. you made him so hard. his whines would be so pretty — you’d start to question if this was the same itto who was so confident and loud. <em>“c’monnn y/n.. want you to ride my face..”</em> he’d mewl, placing kiss trails from your stomach to stop at your underwear, tugging it with his teeth, eyes pleading as he looked up at you. <em>“let me make you cum okay? fuck i- i need it so bad..”</em> he smiled weakly, drawing out his cute pleas, softly tracing the outline of your panties with his nail, making you moan. when you let him, he happily squeezes your thighs, and eats you out until your third orgasm.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAEYA</strong> has . . . <em>angelic moans.<br></em><br></div><div>hearing this pretty boy moan your name ..? it was enough to make you cum alone. it was just indescribable having sex with kaeya. sometimes he’d fuck you until he overstimmed himself, babbling into your neck for more. <em>“shut up.. my moans aren’t fuckin’ prett—fuck.. y-y/nnn, so sensitive…”</em> it was ironic he was so good at dirty talk yet here he was, melting like butter as he was deep inside you, nibbling on your neck. sometimes he’d purposely moan in your ear, sliding his hand around your throat softly. <em>“ah.. fuck.. y/n.. too much, fuck—!”</em> he’d gasp, lewdness dripping in his tone. sometimes he’d get embarrassed hearing his own words leaving his mouth, and glare at you, before letting out a whine.<br><br></div><div><strong>KAZUHA</strong> has . . . <em>muffled moans.<br></em><br></div><div>for him, it doesn’t matter what position he does with you. kazuha would literally always have his head cutely buried in your neck. he’d be so flushed and embarrassed after each good and sloppy thrust. he’d leave lots of soft nibble bite marks on your neck, as his hot breath fanned against it. <em>“y-y’er gonna make me cum, y/n.. don’t tease me.. l-like that.. hah..”</em> he’d mewl, feeling you grind your hips against him. kazuha would lay back, his eyes lowering and a bright red tint covering his face. you loved it most when he’d be fucking you deeply, and he’d babble your name over and over, and even start apologizing. <em>“oh fuck.. ‘m sorry y/n.. need to fill your pussy.. have to…. y/nnnn. feels so.. good.. y/n, i—”<br></em><br></div><div><strong>XIAO</strong> has . . . <em>quiet moans.<br></em><br></div><div>he’s not much of a moaner, so the closest thing you’d get is low sexy pants and gasps directly next to your ear. xiao likes to start off slow with you, taking in every moment. as you felt him slowly slide inside you, he’d shower your face and neck with kisses, hearing you let out a soft moan. <em>“god, y’er just fuckin’ squeezin’ down on me, aren’t you..”</em> he’d nearly whisper, before letting out a shaky breath. xiao went in deeper, and placed a kiss on your trembling lips. <em>“you’re so cute beneath me..”</em> he’d mumble, before he starts to thrust into you. xiao would let out a gasp, sliding his fingers towards your clit and feeling how wet you were. he’d let out a low grunt, before slowly lifting up your leg to go faster.<br><br></div><div><strong>AYATO</strong> has . . . <em>teasing moans.<br></em><br></div><div>this guy is so mean. he enjoys more than anything to torment you — because he knows he can. his moans would even sound a bit bratty as he’s casually pounding into your cunt. <em>“mm, like that.. d-don’t you? look at my cute girl..”</em> he’d coo, moaning directly next to your ear. ayato would smile, sweat running down his eyebrow before shoving your head into the pillow reaching all the right spots to head your moans and cries. <em>“can you be any louder, heh. we’re gonna get complaints from the neighbors again, sweetheart..”</em> ayato cheekily grins, giving your ass a smack. he saw how you turned your head in embarrassment and chuckled, smacking your ass again. <em>“c’mon no need to be embarrassed — aw is my pretty girl gonna cum again? better ask first..</em>”<br><br></div><div><strong>SCARAMOUCHE</strong> has . . . choking<em> moans.<br></em><br></div><div>he can be a little too ecstatic during being intimate, like he’ll be all confident, thinking he’s all in control. but his moans tell him otherwise though. scaramouche can’t help it, cutely snuggled and nestling between your legs. his face would flush as he’d let out a single pant, slowly sinking his dick deep inside. scaramouche would softly throw his head back, not even remembering what round it was now. <em>“god, b-baby ‘m sorry i j-just can’t get enough of you,” </em>he’d softly whimper, making you look up at him, before going at a animalistic speed. he couldn’t help himself. he’d try to hold his moans to save his pride, but it only made him moan louder, an entire choking mess. his face was red all over, leaning down to plant a kiss on your cheek. <em>“sh—it.. y-y/n..”</em> he’d whine, not even able to look you in the eye afterwards.<br><br></div><div><strong>DILUC</strong> has . . . <em>demanding moans.<br></em><br></div><div>i think diluc is somewhat of a hard dom. he wouldn’t wanna be in any other place other than between your thighs, watching you start to see stars. <em>“c’mon baby, keep your eyes on me. wanna see those pretty eyes,” </em>he’d grunt, rubbing the thumb pad of his glove against your lip. he’d let out a pant, and smiled with sweat running down his eyebrow at the sight of your beauty all fucked dumb like this for him. <em>“aw, what’s with that twisted expression.. you gonna cum huh? go ahead then pretty baby.”</em> he’d tease, hearing you whine as a reply. diluc laughed, placing a kiss on the lips, hearing you whimper as the lewd sounds of your own sloppy cunt getting absolutely ravaged by your boyfriend. he’d slide a hand down and you could feel the soft rubber of his glove, rubbing against your pussy — with you moaning from the oversensitivity and begging for more.<br><br></div><blockquote>BONUS: moans in your mouth while kissing u . .</blockquote><div><strong>KAZUHA</strong>, <strong>KAEYA</strong>, ITTO, CHILDE, SCARAMOUCHE.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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