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Sumeru men when they hear you sing in the shower.

YES!

Characters Included: Cyno; Tighnari; Alhaitham; Kaveh

Content: Gender neutral reader; little bit of teasing; established relationship; otherwise just fluff really

Word count: 1,2k words

Have fun reading!

Cyno

The first time it happened was fairly early into the relationship, when he was staying over

You told him you wanted to shower before going to bed, since you had a long and exhausting day

Cyno promted to wait for you in the living room, halfheartedly reading a book placed in his lap, when he suddenly began to hear noises coming from the bathroom

at first, it just sounded like unintelligible mumbling to him but when he put his book down and listened to it a bit more closely, he could make out some sort of rhythm to it

and when he concentrated even more, he could make out your voice, recognicing the words you said to be some song he had heard a few times

now realizing what you were doing in the shower, he couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips

the book now completely forgotten, he listened to your singing, although he did have to concentrate on it to be able to understand you properly

after a few minutes, he noticed the water turn off, telling him that you were done with your shower now

he quickly grabbed the book again, pretending to have been reading this whole time while he waited for you to come out

You walked into the living room, dressed in your pyjamas, your hair still wet from the shower

You see him sitting on the couch, deciding to sit yourself on his lap and snuggling up into his chest

he smiles as he abandons the book completely now, putting his arms around you

he contemplates wether to say something or not, but when he thought about you stopping your little performances if he commented on them made him shut his mouth

It would have to be his little secret...

Tighnari

when Tighnari realized that you usually sing in the shower, he found it extremely cute

for a long time, he would lean against the wall outside the bathroom to listen to you more clearly

he knows that this probably would look wrong if you ever found out about this, but he was careful to never let that scenario happen

he always made it a point to quietly but quickly get away as soon as he heard the water get turned off, so as to not be discovered

this time however, he wanted something else

you were currently showering again, Tighnari as usual outside, listening to your singing

he found your singing voice to beautiful and calming to listen to, but he wanted to hear it directly now, and not just through the closed door

So, hoping that you wouldn't kill him for doing this, he quietly went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him

your back was facing him and you haven't noticed him entering, peacefully continuing your performance

Instead of just listening to you like this, Tighnari decided to slip out of his own clothes, slipping under the shower beside you

You jump at the sudden presence of another person, their arms snaking around your waist

You soon relax as you realize that it's only Tighnari, but soon after, you realize something else and your face combusts in all shades of red at the embarrassement

"Please, darling, don't stop. I truly adore your singing. Continue, please?"

he rested his head on your shoulder, holding you in the embrace

you however, not being able to deny him anything, continue the song with a bit of a shaking voice, but soon get used to him and his presence, so it doesn't really bother you anymore. It's just Tighnari after all...

From now on, he always insists on joining you when you shower. He claims it's to preserve water, but you and him both know the true reason...

Alhaitham

Living with Alhaitham actually turns out to be pretty chill

The chores are evenly split up and each of you always takes care of them without fail

You spent a lot of time together, yet you also implemented a rule where each of you can spend some time alone and relax a bit for themselves if you wanted to

this rule was rarely used but either of you respected it when the other wanted to use it

right now, Alhaitham made use of it, telling you that he just needed a bit of time to destress

you agreed, telling him that you would take a shower in the mean time

Alhaitham stayed in the living room, deciding to pick up and continue the book he was currently reading to blow off some stress, his headphones resting beside him on the couch. He figured he wouldn't need them right now, since Kaveh was out of the house for the evening

While he was drowning in the pages of the book, he suddenly realized that certain sounds were coming from the bathroom

Confused, he lowered his book, listening more intently now

The thing is, this wasn't the first time you showered at his place, by far not. But, he had to admit, he never had his headphones off at those times. This was a first

Had he known, he would have taken them off much sooner, the sound of your singing voice relaxing him more than that book ever could

relaxing into the sofa, he leaned back a bit, closing his eyes and just listened to you like this

When you imerged again, you saw him still on the couch in his half sitting, half laying position

you giggled as you saw that. "Did you calm down?"

"Yes, I did. Thanks to you and your relaxing voice. That was a good choice of song, by the way."

Realizing what he meant by that, you were horrified. Your cheeks turned a bright red and you quickly turned and ran into his bedroom, hiding yourself under the covers from the embarrassement

He apologized to you but still managed to convince you to keep doing it... which you only agreed to reluctantly

Kaveh

I think he would find out about that little detail about you rather quickly

and no, he is not going to make fun of you or talk bad about it in any way

because he also belongs to those people who sing under the shower

Any tune he hears during his day, it often gets stuck in his head, making him hum or sing along to it the entire day, no matter where he is

so when he learns that you also do that, he would be over the moon that he's not alone with this habit anymore

from now on, there are only two possible outcomes when it comes to showering:

Number one: he joins you in taking a shower and you both have a full on performance in there, holding imaginary microphones, imagining staying on a big ass stage with a cheering audience

it's always such a fun time and you guys end up spending almost an hour in the bathroom

Or, number two: you shower while he is still out and he comes home to you singing under the shower alone. Now, he either starts to sing along to you loudly, making his presence known to you as you start to sing louder as well. OR, he stays silent, waiting for you to finish and when you exit the bathroom, he picks up the song where you left off, prompting you to join him in singing again

overall, it is a very fun and comforting experience to share with Kaveh

he would always compliment your singing voice and how much he loved to listen to it

“FIGHT?”

Note:

I might make a part two of this for the other characters, especially for tighnari, ayato and wanderer, just let me know who else I should write for this one, I'll do my best to write for them.

—› I DON'T POST IN ANY PLATFORM EXCEPT FOR THIS ONE!

Synopsis:

You got into a fight and your beloved found out which you weren't fond of, because now, you got yourself worried and fussed about with your beloved.

Diluc, Zhongli, Al-haitham x fem!reader.

Warning: ooc, grammatical errors.

Diluc

The red head was making his way towards the tavern, his hands slipping the gloves on them as he tie his hair on low pony tail. He visibly perked up when he heard a passerby murmuring something about his fiance getting into a fight which made him raised an eyebrow.

You? Get into a fight?

As if, you looked so innocent and so kind, hell, you're even caring to the point you kept feeding the stray cats and dogs around the city using your earned mora from all your expedition as an adventurer.

Huffing, he disregard the murmurs about his lover and made his way inside of the tavern.

Only to find you fixing your clothes with the back of your hands bruised up, he could even see the dent on the floor and on the wall with an obvious shape of a human being imprinted on the dent.

Venti is beside you, his hands fumbling against your hair as he do his best to tie your (color) locks presentably.

"What in the teyvat happened here?" His question made all of you tensed in your spots, even charles who was wiping something off from the counter, hastily hid the rag on his pocket before staring at his boss.

"Liebling." Diluc called out for you as he approached your seat and taking ahold of your hand with his, "What happened? Why do you have this nasty bruise? I didn't see this earlier back in winery."

You could only let out a nervous laugh, eyes looking everywhere but him.

"Uh.. Your g— I mean, (name), I'll take my leave." Venti hastily tried to cover up his slip up, he flinched on his spot when he saw that you were glaring at him quite menacingly, "Hehe.. Try to hold back next time!"

With that, he left the tavern.

Diluc raised an eyebrow at you, "What was that all about?" He asked, his hand letting go of you before cupping your cheeks on his palm.

"I.. I got into a fight with one of the custom—"

"Ahem." Charles purposely coughed out loud, his eyes wide as if telling you to be honest towards his worried master.

"Okay.. Maybe not one, but five of your customers—"

"Five?" Diluc asked, his hands on your cheeks trembling ever so slightly at the mention of an unbelievable number, "Why would you fight, not one, not two, not three, but five men? Is that why your hand has a bruise? Is that why there are dents inside of my tavern? Is that why you're all roughed up?"

His bombardment of questions made you chuckle, you couldn't help, but smile towards your beloved lover because he was worried about you.

For barbatos's sake, you're the creator of their world!

Though, he doesn't know that, but still, even if he doesn't know, you still signed up to be an adventurer so surely, taking five men— large and muscled ones at that, were not that unbelievable, right? I mean, you quickly raised your ranking on the guild so you could receive a large amount of mora.

"Calm down, love." You laughed softly as you take his hands on your slightly bruised ones, "As you can see, I'm fine, sure, I have this bruise, but that's the only bruise I received, well.. Save for the damage I caused on your tavern.. But I can pay you for that."

Diluc pursed his lips, he wasn't the type to show his emotions to anyone especially not in front of his staffs, however, you are laughing right now despite the bruise on your skin.

"Liebe, you should be careful. I won't stop you from fighting, but you must be extra careful." He let out a sigh, squeezing your hands before burying his face on your shoulder, "And here I thought, you couldn't hurt anyone.."

You laughed once more, patting his back.

Oh, if only he knew how you beat up monsters and other organization around teyvat then he wouldn't have to worry about your being.

Well, only if he know.

Zhongli

"Have you heard?"

"Yeah.. That girl that is dating the consultant of that particular parlor, got into a fight."

"It was quite a gruesome sight.."

What?

Zhongli halted in his track, his head whipping towards the elderly couple who are making their way down to the harbor. His amber eyes are wide in worry, he knew who they were talking about, but you looked quite fine when he left you on your shared home.

He quickly took a bee line towards the bubu pharmacy, he remembered that you told him last night that you have to deliver a couple of medicinal herbs to Baizhu early in the morning.

He was aware of your abilities as an adventurer and he trust you because he had seen your capability while fighting, but every time you'll get into a fight— he can't stop himself from worrying, the thoughts of you getting hurt seem to haunt his mind as he approach the pharmacy with quickened pace.

"Yes, yes, thank you for the payment, also for the ointment, this can heal the bruise—" You couldn't finish what you were saying because someone had pulled you in a tight embrace.

"Greetings, Mr. Zhongli." Baizhu smiled at the dark haired male and he didn't seem to mind the lack of greetings from the older male because his gaze was fixated on the bruise in your cheek.

You let out a gasp, realizing that your fiance was quick to set his eyes on the purple spot on your skin.

"Er.." Despite already seeing it, you still brought a hand up to your cheek to cover up the bruise, "I can explain? Please don't start asking because as far as I know, you should be at the parlor, signing those papers given to you by hu tao."

Zhongli's eyes narrowed towards your action, but didn't say anything else as he slid his arm around your waist and pulled you close to his side.

"Ah, we'll see you soon, baizhu!" You called out to the doctor as your fiance led you away from the pharmacy, the said male could only chuckle and wave his hands towards the two of you with his little companion around his neck hissing softly.

The walk towards the parlor was quiet, it was very unusual for zhongli to be silent, but you couldn't say anything because you know that he must have clearing his mind.

The people on your way to his workplace would look at you, especially the people who witnessed your fight with the men and women who badmouthed you as they talk rubbish towards your beloved retired archon.

You flashed them a smile, a silent threat to keep them quiet before you were pulled inside of the parlor.

"Take a seat, dearest." He gestured towards the couch that he had bought for you just in case you wanted to bask in his presence.

Once seated, the retired archon rubbed the ointment against the purple bruise on your cheek.

"What happened?" He asked, a grimace on his face as he scanned your body for any wound, "This is the first time that you got a pretty bad bruise.."

You wondered if you told him that you are the divine creator they are devoted to.. Would he still worry about you like this? Would he rest at ease if he knew that you can bring a whole nation into ruin in a blink of an eye?

"I was hurt because those guys.. Talked bad about you and I, of course, normally, I would let it pass, but I was feeling a little sly today so I didn't let it go." You mused, hand cupping his cheek in a loving manner as a small smile creep into your lips.

"Please refrain from getting into something like this in the future, you might end up hurt badly one day." He sighed out, leaning his face against your palm.

You decided to stay silent about your true identity, as long as you won't bleed in front of him then he wouldn't find out about your golden blood. You don't want to tell him about your abilities as a creator so you kept quiet, you will tell him soon though, just not now.

"Ahem." A cough from his boss had separated the two of you, "I was worried because I heard (name) got into a fight, but it seems that she's okay due to the fact that the two of you are about to make out."

"He was just helping me with the ointment!"

Al-haitham

It was one of his day off from the Akademiya, no paper work, no scholars, no rebuttal, no people barging into the room, no noise— it's just him, his book and the empty spot on his bed where you are supposed to be on.

He closed his eyes and let out a sigh through his nose, you told him that you have to go out to buy some ingredients for lunch and dinner. You promised him that you wouldn't take long, but it's almost two hours since you left the house, he's sure that Kaveh must have drop you off to the market and helped you for a few minutes before leaving you on your own, however, what's taking you so long?

He closed his book, eyes trailing towards the door and he make up his mind.

He'll look for you.

Which brought him to the grand bazaar, his teal eyes looked around foe you. The place are crowded for the morning so it was quite hard to look for you, but he always know where to find you.

"Separate them, quick!" He heard Nilou somewhere in the crowd, her voice frantic and full of worry.

Hearing this, he waltzed his way towards her.

"Where's (name)?" He didn't even bother greeting her, he went straight to the point and asked for your whereabouts. He guessed hat you probably met up with her since she was holding a couple of bags, he could see the custom made purse he gave you on your first wedding anniversary.

"Archons, please stop her, she's—" Nilou couldn't finish what she was saying because someone was thrown over to their spot. She jumped away from Alhaitham and quickly looked over to your position.

Your hair is disheveled, clothes torn yet no scratch on your skin, although, there was a large bruise that is forming on your forearm.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you kicked the barely conscious man in front of you, his body flinching at how harsh your kick was before he was blown away just like his friends— his body crashed against the nearby wall, successfully knocking him unconscious.

What?

Alhaitham couldn't believe his eyes, did he just witness you kick someone away from you? Just how strong was your kick for a large man to be blown away from your spot? No, wait.. Just how strong are you?

On your three years of relationship and a year of marriage together, he had never seen you so mad like this before.

"Calm her down, quick!" Nilou pushed him towards you quite harshly, "We couldn't stop her from fighting back, but if this continues, she might kill them!"

Hearing that, alhaitham approached your frigid figure, he was slightly hesitant to ask what happened so he kept quiet as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Now, don't get him wrong, he doesn't despise showing slight pda, but was it that shocking to pull you in his embrace in front of so many people?

You literally tensed up in his arms, your eyes locking with his teal ones in shock and confusion.

"Habibti." He murmured softly with his arms tightening around your waist, "Let's go home, you're roughed up from the fight and I yearn to be in your presence."

He didn't hear your response, but the way you melt against him? It made his heart skip a beat. He didn't hesitate to swift you off your feet and carry you, he approached Nilou reluctantly and the lady handed him your purse and the bags.

You held the bags close to you with the purse slipping inside on one of them.

"I take it that you'll take care of this?" Alhaitham spoke, not glancing towards Nilou as he adjusted you on his arms so the bags wouldn't fall from your hold.

"Yes.. Of course, take care of (name)."

He didn't say anything else and walked away from the scene, he even stepped on the man that was thrown over as he made his way towards the exit.

You stayed quiet, not sure as to how you'll explain yourself to your husband. How the hell will you explain that physical strength? Nilou knows that you're the creator, but your husband doesn't. It's not like you don't trust him, no, of course not, it's just that, you felt like it wasn't the right time to tell him about it?

Besides, you had told him anything about you, except for the fact that you came from another world and that you are the one that was considered as divine creator of teyvat.

"Habibti, please refrain yourself from getting into fights." Alhaitham said, his eyes on the path ahead of him, "I let you off my sight because I knew that you'll become cranky if I follow you, but look at what happened."

You felt guilty now, you couldn't stop the frown from creeping into your face as you heard his words.

"I was just worried.. And with you being pregnant, is not helping the heavy feeling on my chest right now." He spoke quietly, it was as if he's afraid of making you upset even more.

You make up your mind, once the two of you reach your shared home, you'll tell him everything about you, including your abilities as the creator.

© kunichigo

𓆩♡𓆪 oblivious crushes hcs

their crush on you is as clear as day, but you seem to be wearing sunglasses

°｡⋆ kaveh, alhaitham, kaeya x reader (separately)

°｡⋆ fluff, maybe a bit ooc alhaitham, lots of touchy/clingy :( and some angst in kaeya's part

note: i haven’t gone too far into sumeru yet D: (purely bc of laziness and college) so that’s why alhaitham might be a bit ooc… but! i hope yall enjoy, i had fun. (ps. this was inspired by my short convo with @kana-dayo , i hope u don't mind the tag just tell me if you want me remove it!!)

kaveh ♡

it threw for him a loop the first time. you were both walking down the port at sunset when he asked if you liked him, and you said of course you love him and you couldn’t ask for a better friend.

he thought you had rejected him when and was genuinely heartbroken for a day, until you visited the next day acting as if everything was fine.

he did not know how to proceed, but he did with caution… when he realized, you genuinely did not understand, he decided to build up the romance before asking you again.

he started making it known to you (and everyone else in the room) that he wanted to spend time with you.

“alhaitham, if you could give us a moment or tw-” “no.” “we’re having dinner out then, dear, lets go.”

of course, he would never do anything that might make you uncomfortable, the moment you express any discomfort or hesitance, he backs off.

that being said, you have never really done such, most times you’re even encouraging him

“kaveh… hugs now please :( “

and how can he not deny you?

speaking of which, he also tried to make more gentle subtle touches, taking your hand when you both walked, placing a hand on the small of your back, hugs that lasted just a second too long.

by the end of it he was extraordinarily clingy, one of his favorite moments is when your head is on his lap and he gets to caress your head.

he acts nonchalantly about it, and so do you. little did you know was that he never did that with anyone else.

“what do you mean kaveh doesn’t like hugging? we spend hours cuddling on the couch..”

to be honest he doesn’t really think much of it either, touching you is like second nature to him. you don’t mind either, because for some odd reason, it just feels right.

he’s almost certain that you like him too, but he’s too afraid to confirm it. he’d much rather stay like this in some sort of limbo between friends and lovers.

but eventually, it eats him up. he needs some sort of closure, even if it meant the collapse of his lovey-dovey facade.

everything’s in place. he had gone through all the scenarios, he knew you were in a good mood, and alhaitham was all the way in sumeru city. everything was perfect for him to make his move, all he needed was you.

“kaveh, what’s all this?”

a picnic blanket was spread out on the grass, a strawberry shortcake, sandwiches and wine laid on top. kaveh stood before it, his familiar smile inviting you to come closer. “ah, i have to admit, it is something a bit special so, please have a seat.”

you follow his advice and gently rest on the blanket, careful not to disturb kaveh’s work. he does the same and sighs. “hm… is this an anniversary or celebration of some sort? did you finally pay off your debt?” you start to ask excitedly, getting a bit ahead of yourself. kaveh simply shakes his head, chuckling softly.

“no, dear. on the contrary, if this all falls through, it could be my funeral.”

you give him a curious glance, tilting your head. he takes both his hands in yours and squeezes them gently.

“nothing that serious, do you remember when i asked you if you liked me?”

“yes… and i still do, if that’s what your concerned about.”

“when i said that, i meant to ask if you liked me as more than just a friend.”

…

…

“you mean… like family? like sibli-”

“no, no, dear god no. i mean like… lovers.”

your face turns red at the mention of that word, lovers. it implied romantic love, of course; you weren’t that dense. he’s looking straight into your eyes, awaiting a response, but your lips feel as though they’ve frozen in place. a few more seconds of silence pass, and his lips purse into a heavy frown.

“ah, i’m sorry, if you don’t… i just couldn’t go on like this, pretending that we were something more, living in ignorant bliss. i truly am sorry.”

“no, wait. kaveh…”

you finally build up the courage to speak, letting go of his hands and caressing his cheek. if there’s something you can’t ignore, its the way he’s putting himself down.

“i-i like you that way too, i just didn’t want to believe it either. i… i didn’t want to delude myself into that, so i never entertained the possibility that-”

his tender lips find yours in a kiss, interrupting your rambling along with any doubt the two of you had left. just like all of his other touches, the kiss felt right, familiar, and simply satisfying.

alhaitham ♡

feelings, specifically love, are a far too strong force that many times they most certainly overcome any logic of even the most robotic of personalities; enter alhaitham.

normally, he would be upfront about these sorts of things, giving them the ultimatum. letting them choose to accept or reject his feelings.

but this time, he didn’t want to give you that chance. he needed you to accept him, he couldn’t imagine any other possibility.

so what does he do? he takes a chance with the whole concept of “romancing” in order to win your heart.

he makes an effort to be around you more, he’ll listen to your long winded rants about the most random topics.

“so, why do you care about this again?” “i just do, i’m not quite sure why honestly.” “that’s understandable, please go on.”

he’s never been one to care about how others might perceive him, how others might react to his actions, but he cares so much about you and he wants you to trust him.

once he notices the way your lips curl up when he enters a room or the way you look at him when you feel a bit overwhelmed, he takes this as a sign that he can try being a bit more touchy.

he never really understood the appeal of it, until he felt how warm you were, how your skin brushing against his made him feel a bit more understood and loved.

and you don’t mind one bit, in fact, you’re happy that he has you to lean on (literally and metaphorically)

but you imagine his roommates' surprise to find alhaitham on the couch cuddled up with someone he had never even met.

“wake them up, and you will sleep outside.”

he truly believes he’s being subtle, but everyone (well those who have the courage to) teases him about it.

he brushes it off, but warns them not to tell you or else…

however, when he starts moving onto more overt and blatant shows of affections, he is sorely disappointed to realize that you are not catching on.

he’d gift you flowers before every outing, call you cute nicknames, and even be more honest with his own feelings.

a polite smile, a thank you, and enthusiastic nod was all you ever responded with.

he was disappointed in himself, he thought he must’ve done something wrong, that he must’ve made you uncomfortable.

he needs to confront you about this in his own way, for his sake and yours.

“it’s you…”

his voice rings out like a bell in a cathedral, snapping you back into reality. he had requested for you to meet him at one of the gazebos near the akademiya. stars had been showered upon the night sky, and it was all you could look at, until alhaitham’s voice, of course. you turn around and chuckle at his awe-stricken face.

“glad to see you too. your letter sounded quite urgent, is something the matter?”

upon seeing you, he can’t control his movements, rushing towards you and taking you into a dramatic hug. you’re quick to hug him back, offering him any and all support he might need. he buries his head into your shoulder, taking in your scent, and touch, enjoying it while it lasts. his voice almost cracks as he speaks.

“yes. i’m sorry for making you uncomfortable with my… advances. i understand if you never want to see me again.”

the shock is almost enough to knock you over, but you simply pull away and look at him with deep concern. you didn’t know where he was coming from, and you had never seen him like this.

“advances? what sort of advances?”

“the romantic ones?”

“oh! towards who? i don’t mind at all, really.”

its his turn widen his eyes, he closes his eyes and pauses. he needs to pick his next words carefully, he really wants this to be a swift death, no point in dragging his heart against the pavement.

“towards you…? the one i love is you.”

he finally admits, hoping you finally understand. he’s run out of words to say, ways to express his unwavering love for you. you flicker between his eyes and lips, confirming if what he says is true, and what he feels is real; after a moment, you speak up.

“i’m sorry, i never… i knew you were opening up, but i didn’t stop to think…”

you calmly take him back into your arms, letting his head rest back on your shoulder. you stroke his hair slowly, trying to soothe him. “i was already so happy that you seemed to be opening up to me, i didn’t realize you meant it in that way. i didn’t want to push it any further than necessary.” he allows you to touch and pamper him, allowing himself the privilege of your tender care.

“i see. so you weren’t comfortable with it? you’re not comfortable with me…?”

“no, alhaitham. i’m more than comfortable with you, and i’d do all those things with you again.”

you blush, understanding the implications of what you had just said. you just opened yourself to him, laid yourself out for him to accept or reject. you close your eyes, bracing for what comes next, when you suddenly feel yourself being lifted up and spun around gently.

“alhaitham!”

“that’s all i needed to hear, darling. from this day on, we can do all those things and more… again and again, everyday.”

kaeya ♡

he likes to tease, that is no question. making others red in the face, in anger or embarrassment, is a pastime of his.

but why is it that you of all people, his one and only crush, remain unaffected?

its not like you even have a snarky remark back or try to hide your embarrassment, you simply let it pass as though it was the cool summer breeze against your skin.

“oh my… shouldn’t you take me out to dinner first?” “uh why?”

you surely enjoyed his company and the silly jokes he’d make, even though there would be times you just didn’t understand what he was talking about.

other than that, he’d often be extra chivalrous towards you, holding the door for you, taking your hand as you walk down the stairs… but i mean that’s how knights just are, right?

though you can often feel his overprotective step out, especially when it comes to your safety, you once again chalk it to him in his cavalry captain mode.

only his closest friends and allies can detect the minor difference in his behavior around you, except you, of course. it doesn’t bother him, because it only solidifies his love for you, how serious he is about you.

sometimes he truly is just amazed with the way your mind works to rule out all romantic possibilities, its like the notion of love does not even exist to you.

he doesn’t mind it one bit, though. if anything, he wishes to be the person who introduces you to love.

he knows he can reveal his feelings at any moment, but he wants you to figure it out for yourself, that epiphany of love is something he feels everyone should experience…

that is until he catches you blushing with another person.

“oh yeah! they’ve been talking to them the entire night… they’re really hitting it off, i don’t-”

every word after that is just muffled noise to him. he didn’t understand the feeling coursing through his vein. it was a poignant mixture of jealousy, sadness, and disappointment in himself.

he immediately steps out of angel’s share, not even bothering with a drink to drown his feelings. he thought he was special to you, the way you were to him.

that’s when the creaking of the tavern doors catches his attention, revealing you.

“oh, hi.”

your voice was timid in the chilly night atmosphere, the silence between you and kaeya almost deafening. he huffs and crosses his arms, trying to pretend as if he hadn’t just felt his heart rip, shatter and

“hey, so what are you doing here? i know you’re not one for taverns, most specially on a wednesday night.”

he doesn’t miss a beat, starting his investigation. your eyes widen at his unusually stern demeanor; its not like you haven’t seen this side of him, but you don’t know have a clue as to where it's coming from. you start to sober up, feeling the excitement and adrenaline of the bar leave you. “honestly, i had nothing better to do… and i was trying to get out of my comfort zone.”

he raises an eyebrow at your seemingly simple explanation; you didn’t have any reason to lie, and to be fair, it wasn’t like he had a right to know anyways. his posture relaxes as gives you his arm, gesturing for you to take it; you, having no reason to deny him, take his arm in yours. you both start walking down the streets, no definite destination in mind.

“Is something wrong, kaeya?”

the glazed look in your eyes is something he can’t ignore, and he knows you won’t ignore his furrowed eyebrows either. he sighs letting the cold air entering his lungs, as if numbing himself before the storm truly begins.

“yes, actually there is. could i be a burden to you?”

“kaeya… you know you can always talk to me about your feelings, you’re no burden to me.”

a bitter chuckle escapes his lips, acting as if he truly had nothing left to lose. “that’s why i love you, you know? ah… i thought i’d be saying this in a drunken stammer or you’d hear from rosaria or lisa, but i’m more sober than ever and… i love you so much it hurts.”

suddenly, his touch feels much colder than it ever has, sending a shiver down your spine. you pause for a moment, the adrenaline and heat rising back up.

“k-kaeya, wait… i love you too. i’m-”

“you needn’t spare my feelings or lie. perhaps it was my fault for letting my pride get the best of me, and now you’ve been swept away by someone else, someone who makes you blush.”

your eyebrows curved into a straight line, clearly baffled by kaeya’s assumptions. yes, you were a bit oblivious when it came to love, so you feel like you’d take note if “someone swept you away”.“kaeya, i have no idea what you’re talking about, but if you’re referring to my demeanor in the bar, i was…” you face only gets redder by the moment. “i-i don’t hold my alcohol very well…”

kaeya pauses for a second, his lips parting in a small o-shape. he feels like such a fool for jumping to assumptions so quickly, but he quickly regains his composure realizing something far more crucial, a smirk plastered onto his face.

“i see. so you like me after all? and i’ve finally managed to fluster you”

“n-no, you didn’t! the alcohol just hasn’t-”

“aha, so you do love me? dear, just say the word, and i’m all yours.”

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Genshin

May I request Neuvillette, Diluc, Kaeya and Zhongli asking their s/o if they would choose them or the world and they (s/o) chose the world? At first they were upset until s/o hugs them and says they're their world.

THAT IS SO CUTE!!<3 Characters Included: Neuvillette; Kaeya; Diluc; Zhongli Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; just some good old fluff; a bit angsty on Diluc's part but nothing too bad; not proofread yet Word count: 1,9k words Had a very stressful week and didn't get to writing at all. But now that it's over, I can finally work on requests again! Yay! Enjoy<3

Neuvillette

Neuvillette, when in a relationship, would be head over heels for his partner

it may not show in his face, because the Iudex was never good at expressing his emotions, but his actions are loud and clear

he adores you in every way possible and tries to spend as much time as he can with you, without neglecting his duties as Chief Justice of Fontaine

enjoys taking you on a leisure stroll through the city or just lay on the bed with you, cuddling all day/night long. Around you, he fells safe to let go of the strong hold he has over his dragon side. So, when in the privacy of your or his home, you can expect his tail to curl around some part of your body as soon as he gets close to you, but most of the time, it's either around your leg or your waist

one evening, while you were cuddling together, there was a thought that entered Neuvillette's mind

on his way home today, he saw a couple and he didn't mean to eavesdrop on them, but he overheard one of them asking the other, if they would choose the world or their partner

he thought it to be stupid at the time and didn't think anything of it, but having you in his arms now, he couldn't help but think what your answer to this would be

"Darling", he'd ask cautiously as to not scare you from suddenly speaking up. You hummed, signaling that he had your attention

"This might sound stupid, but... If you had to choose, would you save the world, or me?"

You don't answer for a while and Neuvillette almost thinks that you might have fallen asleep. He was about to lean down and check when you stirred and turned yourself around in his arms to face him

"Hmm.. I think I'd save the world.", you answered and then pressed yourself against his chest again, content with your answer

meanwhile, Neuvillette felt a bit disappointed. He was sure that you'd adore him as much as he did you. Was he.. wrong about it?

His mood drastically dampened as he continued to hold you, but then you spoke up again

"Wanna know why?", you ask him, and unable to refuse you anything, he agrees to hearing your reasoning

you rise from his arms, pushing yourself up so you can look at him. You smile at him, warm and full of love, as you tell him: "Because, you are my world."

for a moment, he's too stunned to speak. Then, he closes his eyes and lets out a chuckle, relieved to hear that and overwhelmingly happy right now

He catches you in his arms again and kisses you, holding you as close to him as humanly possible, not wanting to ever let you go again..

Kaeya

he's usually not one to fall for such tricks. No, rather, he's the one who gets people into doing them, watching the scenes unfold in the chaos afterwards

but for reasons, this one hits a bit too close to home for his taste

choosing between saving one or the other.. it's not a situation he'd want to wish upon anyone, knowing first hand just how bad it feels to be forced to decide eventually

he tries to forget about it, pushes it to the back of his mind, but it's like the heavens are mocking him, as he sees couple after couple who'd ask each other this damned question

and almost every time, he'd see them happily fall into each others arms when they get confirmation from their partner that they'd choose them

it filled the Cavalry Captain with some sort of longing... a feeling he couldn't quite describe, but he wanted this for himself, too

so, he decided, that on his next outing with you, he'd just go ahead and shoot his shot, asking you the same thing. What could possibly go wrong, right?

you'd invited Kaeya over tonight for dinner, to which he obviously enthausiastically agreed to

the two of you had some fun goofing around, playfully throwing things at each other before you actually did the cooking together

while the food was boiling on the stove and there was a quiet moment, Kaeya felt that now was the time to ask you

"Hey, (Name).. I got a question for you."

"Shoot.", you'd answer, still focused on cleaning up, but waiting for Kaeya to ask what he wanted to

"It's just.. If you'd had to choose.. would you choose me? Or the world?"

you scoff, a smile on your lips, and without hesitation you answer "Obviously, the world."

"Oh.", Kaeya answers, his mood sinking by the second. He can't really blame you for your answer, but he can't help but be a bit disappointed

however, the next second, he feels your arms snaking around him, pulling him into a hug. "Because you are my world, dummy."

Kaeya is stunned for a second, but he quickly feels that warm feeling rising in his chest again, that you always seem to trigger in him

he hugs you back, burrying his face into your hair as he holds you close to him, the food forgotten for this moment

"Thank you", he whispers, his arms ever so slightly tightening around you. He didn't realise how desperately he'd needed this confirmation from you until now...

Diluc

Diluc is a man who often thinks of himself as unworthy and undeserving of your love and affection

he's flawed, broken, a fragment of the person he once was. He can't find anything good within himself, so he can't fathom you seeing him in a different light entirely

you love him, regardless of his broken self. Even more so, you help him in trying to overcome this feeling. You heal his very soul, with you, he finally feels complete again

but despite that, he still has his moments of doubt, but you're always quick to shut such thoughts down again

Diluc truly adores you, with everything he has. No matter what you want or ask of him, he'll personally see to it that you get what you asked for

You want some new clothes? Already bought. You want to spend time with him? His schedule is cleared out minutes later. You want his love? You already have it

but the doubt still gnaws in his mind today, not letting him focus on the good aspects of your lives together

it was a quiet evening at Dawn Winery. The Staff had gone to bed already but you were sitting on a couch in front of a fireplace, the fire crackling peacefully, while you read a book

Diluc was walking down the stairs, looking for you when he spotted you there, looking as stunning as ever

His heart clenched in his chest when he saw you, and that irresistable desire to be close to you took ahold of him

he carefully approaches you and slowly snakes his arms around you from behind, hidding his face in the crock of your neck where he breathes in your scent, calming down his mind a bit, but the thoughts are still racing in him

you chuckle a bit and raise a hand to play with his hair, while you kept part of your attention on your book still

the both of you stayed like that for a few minutes, before you closed your book and adressed your lover

"Why don't you sit down with me? It must be uncomfortable like this."

but Diluc remains where he is, totally content right now. And yet, something still gnaws on his mind..

"Love.. if there were ever a situation in which you'd have to choose.. would you save the entire world? Or me?"

if he were to be asked the same question, his answer now would be different compared to if he would have been asked that before meeting you

before, he would not have hesitated and saved the world. Eradicating all evil to save everyone else sounded like the right thing to do.

but now? Diluc was certain that he could not live in a world without you in it. He'd sacrifice anything and everything for you, even the entire world

you chuckle lightly, still playing with his hair. "I'd choose the world. Without a second thought. Because you are my world. And I wouldn't want it to be any other way."

hearing you say that eased his mind, his hold around you growing stronger. It was a relief for him to hear you thinking about him the same way he does about you

with little to no effort, he picks you up from your spot on the couch and carries you all the way to the bedroom, where the two of you cuddle well into the night, unitl none of you can stay awake any longer. And even in your sleep, he holds you close, thinking that maybe, it's okay to love you, that you were meant to be together...

Zhongli

even as a god who's lived for thousands of years, there seems to be new things to learn still, with every single passing day

and since you entered his life, the things he learns have become all the more interesting to him

every little detail about you has been committed to his memory, never to be forgotten again. Zhongli never would have thought he could harbor such intense feelings for another being, much less a human, but he was proven wrong

only through you does he really learn to appreciate things that come with being human. He begins to take pleasure in the small things in life, his focus shifting from the greater good, and instead setting his sight on you, always aiming to make you feel as happy and appreciated as possible

after a bit of time, where he got to know you and trust you, he would also reveal the truth about himself to you

the moment you accepted him still, despite his true self, was the happiest Zhongli has felt in a long time. Now, whenenver it was just the two of you in private, he can let go of himself and allows himself to show some of his more draconic features around you

on one such day, the two of you were cuddled up on the couch, Zhongli laying on top of you, his arms around your body, his tail curling around one of your legs while you were stroking the horns protruding from his head

you were talking about mundane things, telling each other how your day has been going, but he really enjoyed listening to you

"Oh, I almost forgot! My coworker asked me something today that I found kind of ridiculous."

"Oh, really? What was that question, dearest?", Zhongli would inquire, interested but still resting comfortably on your chest

"Well, since she knows I'm in a relationship, she asked me if I would choose my lover over the entire world.", you laugh as you recall that conversation

suddenly, Zhongli's interest is peaked and he turns his head so he could look at you, a spark in his eyes

"And what did you answer?"

"Obviously, I picked the world. I mean, I don't think I could or really want to live without you at this point."

at that, Zhongli furrows his brows in confusion, your answer making no sense to him

he ponders about it a bit more, you laughing a bit at him, finding it cute that he didn't understand the implications of your words. So, you decide to just explain it to him

"It means that you are my world, Li. Nothing would feel right anymore if you weren't by my side."

the confusion now washed away, his gaze grew softer as he stared at you, love for you swelling in his chest, growing and growing until he couldn't take it anymore

with a low growl, he shot up and burried his face against your neck, his tail swaying back and forth behind him and you couldn't hold back the chuckle

"I love you, Darling.", he'd whisper against you. "with everything I am. My heart and soul will always belong to you."

Sweet Elixir

Pairing: Sub! Human Muzan and Dom! Female Reader

Summary: When your father is called out to his most disagreeable patient, Muzan Kibutsuji, you accompany him as his apprentice. You're told to expect a monster, but what you find is a bitter yet beautiful man in need of solace.

Content Guidance: NSFW. Overstimulation, face-sitting, mentions of death, creampies.

Taglist: @scaraza @fairydollsteps @i-literally-cant-with-this

"His mother named him Muzan because he is an accursed creature," your father explained to you as you made your way toward the Kibutsuji estate. "You do not have to speak to him. In fact, you can stay outside on the engawa when we arrive and I'll bear the brunt of his ire."

A tangled knot of nerves sat in your chest as autumn leaves crunched beneath your feet. The air was growing cooler in the later months, but that wasn’t the reason for the chill which ran down your spine. As your father's apprentice, you often accompanied him to his patients' homes. It wasn't unusual for the sick and wounded to lash out in frustration or pain, and you knew not to take their outbursts personally, but for your father to warn you this way… It could only mean this man– Muzan Kibutsuji – was far worse than any you had met before.

By the time you reached the mansion, anxiety had sunk in its claws and made camp beneath your rib-cage. You slipped off your shoes and tiptoed through the house, feeling like a child once more as you followed a step behind your father. 

"Remember, do not speak to him unless he gives you permission," your father whispered. "And do not let him think you pity him. Nothing angers him more than pity."

"I won't."

"And try not to make too much noise."

"Okay."

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather wait outside?"

Right– that had been an option, hadn't it? Honestly, you weren't exactly certain what was driving you on through the silent halls. Perhaps curiosity. Or perhaps the lingering air of sadness you felt compelled to try to heal. After all, what use would you be as a doctor if you ran in fear from your patients?

But the moment you laid eyes on the man you had been told to fear, your anxiety melted away like a snowflake on the tip of your tongue. Because Muzan Kibutsuji was beautiful.

"Doctor," the lord’s voice was like smoke and honey as he greeted your father with thinly-veiled contempt. He didn't acknowledge your presence at all as he sat up slowly on his futon. "You're late."

"My apologies, Lord Kibutsuji."

Muzan's tired eyes were the same reddish-brown as jasper, his hair as black as blood beneath moonlight, spilling down his back in gentle waves. His skin was alabaster, so pale it seemed he had never felt the sun's kiss.

As the young lord and your father discussed his treatment, you found yourself entirely transfixed by him, your study of medicine almost entirely forgotten for the moment. Instead your thoughts were consumed by every movement of Muzan's slender hands, the urge to run your fingers through his ebony waves, the desire to kiss his downturned mouth. But most of all, you craved to hear that dark and alluring voice crack. 

"I'll fetch the equipment to begin mixing your remedy, Lord Muzan. I'll be back in just a moment," your father said, snapping you from your reverie. He gave you a reassuring look, that if you found yourself in trouble or otherwise uncomfortable, you could come and find him.

But you were far from uncomfortable. 

"Good morning, my Lord," you said.

Muzan simply looked at you with a disdainful glower. "Why are you here?"

"To assist your doctor."

"Is he so inept he can't do the job himself?"

"No," you lifted your chin in defiance. "My father is a fine doctor–"

"Your father…so I'm a family project? A father-daughter bonding exercise?"

Your eyes narrowed. "No. I'm learning the skills of my father's craft."

"Ah, so you’re a scholar of failure." Muzan smirked. "I assume your father has given you information on my condition?"

"Only your disposition."

He laughed softly, the sound like distant thunder. "I'm sure he did. Tell me, do I meet expectations? Do you find me as disagreeable as I’m certain he does?"

"Actually, not at all." The corner of your mouth lifted for a moment. "I find you rather pleasant."

It was barely perceptible, but his carmine eyes widened slightly at your words. "Pleasant? I've been told I'm many things, but never that. What exactly about me is pleasant?" There was an earnestness to his tone, as if he sincerely wished to hear something positive about himself. “Come closer.”

You were more than happy to oblige the wishes of a dying man. You wanted to praise him, to let him know how beautiful he was, and make him feel something other than misery. But the moment you stepped forward and opened your mouth to speak, your father reentered the room, carrying a tray full of supplies; little bundles of herbs and bottles of ingredients, measuring equipment, and a ceramic pestle and mortar.

He approached the futon like he was approaching a snarling tiger’s cage, the bottles on the tray rattling and telegraphing his trembling. 

"Doctor," Muzan said suddenly, causing your father to flinch. "I need you to go into town for me. Your assistant may prepare and administer my medication."

Your father blinked in surprise. "Lord Muzan?"

"I require tea."

"T-tea?" 

A small surge of guilt rose in your chest. Your poor father was being treated as an errand boy instead of a doctor. But that surge was quickly quelled by the knowledge that your father's absence would mean that you and Muzan would be alone. And he wanted it.

You gave your father a reassuring nod and a gentle smile. “All will be well. I’m quite certain I can give Lord Kibutsuji what he needs.”

A few minutes later your father was gone. Walking to the closest town would take half an hour each way, so you had plenty of time alone with the intriguing man.

“Now then,” the lord said softly as you knelt at the foot of his futon and began to prepare the medicine according to your father’s notes. Muzan’s eyes followed your every movement, sharp and curious despite his obvious fatigue. “I believe you were about to pay me a compliment.”

You smiled as you used the pestle to grind the specified herbs into a fine paste. “I was. What kind of compliment would you like? Should I draw attention to your demeanor or your looks?”

The man’s lips stretched slightly, as a faint smile graced his features. “Both.”

“Well, you’re clearly very intelligent and quick with your retorts.”

“Hm, go on.” Muzan smirked, clearly enjoying the pampering to his ego. “What else?”

“You are without doubt the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on,” you said, casually scraping the contents of the mortar into a mixing bowl. “And I’d very much like to fuck you.”

Muzan sat very still for a long time, simply watching you finish preparing the medicine. If not for the quickened rhythm of his breaths, you might have suspected he was completely unaffected by your comments. 

“You’re very forward,” he said finally.

“Do you believe you have time for coyness?”

It was a harsh question, one which visibly affected him. Some part of him knew, just as you did, that short of divine intervention, he was doomed. He glanced down at his lap, pulling in a steadying breath. “No. I don’t.”

Pity was at best wasted on him, and at worst the gravest insult. So you didn’t offer it. 

Instead, you shuffled along his futon, straddling his thighs as you held out the bowl of medicine for him to sip from. “So, would you like to be fucked?”

Striking mahogany eyes drifted up the length of your body, drinking in your curves as if your vitality was contagious. When finally they met your gaze, he leaned forward, placing his lips obediently on the rim of the bowl as you tipped it for him. He drank down the bitter remedy, his eyes never leaving yours.

When the bowl was empty he spoke. “Yes,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “I want you to fuck me.”

Setting the bowl aside, you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to his lips, relishing the way his body shivered at the sensation. His eyes closed, and his lips parted around a stuttering breath of anticipation. He was, you quickly discovered, extremely receptive to the sensation, groaning and gasping, close to losing his composure entirely from a simple suck on his bottom lip. 

Oh, this would be delicious. 

He kissed you back, tentative and inexperienced at first, then slowly growing in confidence as you let him know he was doing well with a quiet but heartfelt moan. Despite your lack of pity, you weren’t entirely ignorant of his sickness. You paid attention to his breathing, to the racing of his pulse as you rested your fingers on his neck, giving him respite when you felt it became too frantic.

"We're going to go slowly," you whispered against Muzan's trembling lips. 

A frustrated growl sounded at the back of his throat. "Do not think you have to be gentle with me."

"I said we would go slow, I never promised to be gentle. My father won't be back for a while, and I intend to make good use of every minute we have together." You traced the outline of his lip with the tip of your index finger, making him shudder. "Is that okay?"

Muzan's throat flexed as his eyes fluttered shut. "Oh~ yes."

He was putty in your hands as you clasped his jaw between your fingers and pulled him in for another kiss. Your tongue teased his before returning your attention to his bottom lip, biting into the plump flesh to make it abundantly clear that he was yours.

"Yes~" Muzan sucked in a breath, elegant fingers twisting in the fabric of your clothes gathered at your hips.

"Tell me what you want," you purred, bowing your head to lick a long stripe up the column of his throat, feeling it flex and vibrate beneath your tongue as he groaned in pleasure. 

"Everything," he whispered. “Gods, please, I want to feel it all.”

He submitted to you so easily, surrendering the power of his social standing with just a few kisses. There was a desperation in his eyes, and an eagerness to be led and to please. And you could tell this was new to him. He had never felt so compelled to follow orders. It excited him. His pupils were blown out as he gazed up at you. 

"I'm going to show you how to make me come," you told him, standing from the futon to undress. 

He watched you in fascination, his eyes drawn to your every movement; your hands working open your belt, the sway of your breasts as you freed them from your clothing, the crease in your belly as you stepped out of the garment. At that moment he was besotted.

His breaths were shallow, his pale cheeks dusted with the faintest blush. "Let me kiss you." 

Turning to him with a flat, disapproving glance, your heart secretly swelled at the knowledge he desired you. "Manners." 

The defiance in his eyes only lasted a heartbeat; more instinct than true feeling. Muzan was used to getting his own way, a spoiled, pampered noble lord… but he was wrapped around your little finger, and desperate to earn approval. "Please… I want to kiss you."

“Ah,” you chuckled victoriously. “You’re so obedient. Tell me, where would you like to kiss me?” 

His gaze dropped between your thighs, his lips opening and closing around silent syllables.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, even though you had a strong inclination toward the reason for his hesitation. "It's too vulgar to utter– is that it?” You chuckled, approaching him and helping him remove his nightshirt. “If your tongue is too shy to even say a word, how do you ever expect to please me with it?” 

Standing astride his legs, you gently pulled back the blanket to see him fully. As expected his body was as pale as his face; lean and lithe… and beautiful. His cock was hard, and already so dark at the tip you suspected the slightest touch would cause him to erupt. So instead, you dragged your thumb over his lips, relishing the way they parted around a silent plea. 

“Well, my pretty lord? Can you say it for me?”

A low, wanton groan emerged from him as he gazed up at you. “Your cunt. Please… please let me taste your cunt.”

He begged so nicely, your pussy throbbed at the sound of his desperation. Oh, you could listen to him gasp and plead all day, but your own desire was just as ardent as his, and your time was limited. 

But before you began you needed to know the limitations of his ailing body. "Very good. Now,  how should I have you do it? Shall I stand like this, or shall I have you lie back so I can sit on that handsome, noble face?"

“Oh, fuck…” he released a shaking breath, skating his hands along the sides of your calves. “Sit… sit please… please…”

A shiver of excitement ran through your body as he lay back and took a gasping breath of anticipation. Oh, he was so far gone and you hadn’t even so much as touched him below the shoulders. That your father saw fit to warn you of this man was hilarious to you now. He was nothing but obedient, eager, and desperate for your pussy. 

“Good boy,” you whispered as you got into position, kneeling on his pillow with his face between your thighs. He was damn near panting, turning his head to kiss your inner thighs as you continued speaking.“If you need me to get off you, I want you to tap my thigh four times quickly, like this.” You demonstrated for him, then had him do the same to you. “Good. Now, I’m not going to be gentle with you.”

“I don’t want you to be.” He released a deep breath. “Just let me taste you. Please.” 

Without further warning you leaned forward on your hands and lowered your hips, pushing your cunt onto his eager tongue. Right away he clamped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as a hungry growl emerged from him, vibrating through your core. 

Muzan ate you like a rabid beast feasting on your tender flesh. The slick heat of his ravenous tongue was almost more than you could bear. He lapped ferociously at your cunt, as though your essence was the elixir to his condition.

“Fuuuuck,” you ground out as you found your back arching from the sensation. 

Gods, he was relentless, licking and sucking your clit as if his life depended on it. The man was drunk on the taste of you, groaning and slurping as you ground your pussy against his insatiable mouth. The lips you had been warned only uttered vitriol and sin, worshiped you with fervent hunger. 

You pulled away, tormenting you both as he let out a desperate whimper. 

“No. Come back,” his voice was tinged with anguish as you denied him. “Pleasepleaseplease. Let me make you cum.”

You took a moment to relish his pleas before sitting back down and pulling a muffled cry of relief from him. His cock wept rivers of pre-cum, his hands, sinking into the plush softness of your thighs as he resumed his licking. 

There was no skill to his ministrations; only feral determination. He lay the flat of his tongue over your clit and dragged it back and forth, the only sounds in that silent house his smothered groans, your gasping breaths, and the lewd wet sounds of his tongue on your cunt.

It was too much. And it was perfect. 

He tore you apart at the seams, sending you careening into your orgasm. You choked out a cry as powerful throbs of near unbearable pleasure rocked though your body and you ground your pussy against his eager mouth.

When your pleasure subsided you shuffled down to straddle Muzan’s stomach, his erection pressed against your ass as you gazed down at his blushing face. Gods, the man was in a stupor as you dragged your thumb once more over his lips, spreading the gloss of your essence over them. The light caught them so prettily as he gazed at you with half-lidded eyes.

“That was lovely,” you told him as he closed his eyes and whimpered with need. “You did very well for me, Muzan.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly as his cock twitched behind you. His eyes were glazed over, his breaths coming in shallow pants. This man was born to a high status but his soul and his cock craved submission. “Please fuck me now. I need to cum.”

A shock of pleasure ran through your body as he parted his lips, licking the tip of your thumb, savoring every drop of your nectar. “Mm… shall I ride you?”

“Yes, Gods yes, that’s what I want. I want– I need your wet cunt on my cock.”

A grin pulled at the corners of your mouth as the vulgarity slipped from his lips as naturally as breath. Arousal made him far bolder. You could happily tease him all day, delay his release until his pleas echoed around the house, but time was pressing on and you needed to know the feeling of his cock in you just as desperately as he needed your cunt.

“I want you to cum inside me,” you told him. “But I will take an herbal tea which should prevent–”

“I don’t care,” Muzan interrupted, his brattish, noble demeanor emerging slightly. “Get yourself pregnant if you want. Use me to make yourself a little heir to the Kibutsuji wealth and ensure your fortune when I’m dead. I’ll even write a letter confirming it’s mine. I don’t care. I have no fucking love for my family. I just want to feel your pretty cunt around my cock.”

Even submitting to you like this, he was wicked at heart. Then again, perhaps so were you. 

You couldn’t help but smirk as you lifted your hips and aligned yourself with him, letting the fat head of his cock press against your entrance. Muzan’s lips parted around a shivering breath as his eyes widened in anticipation.

You paused. “Let me hear you ask nicely. One more time.”

“Oh, Gods, why do you insist on tormenting me?"

You cocked an eyebrow at his little rebellion. "I could deny your release, Muzan. I could keep you on the edge until the moment my father walks in here–"

"Please, I'm sorry. Just… please fuck me. I want to feel it. I want to know…” 

“Good boy. You beg so sweetly.”

“Only for this,” he groaned through his teeth. “Only for you.”

Lowering your hips, you took him, watching the muscles in his cheeks tense and pulse as he fought to keep his composure. But he was breaking just from the sensation of you, his face reddening as he put his head back and moaned. “Ohh fuck fuck fuuuck you feel so fucking good.”

Your breath caught in your chest as his cock filled you, the stretch causing a slight sting which eased as you rocked on top of him.

“Slow…” he pleaded. 

Perhaps he was worried he would cum too quickly, or perhaps he worried his heart couldn’t take much more, but you did as he asked, riding him slowly. The languid undulation of your hips drew the most broken, desperate sounds from him. He gasped and groaned, drowning in bliss as you bowed your head and licked the stiffened buds of his nipples.

“Yes thank you thank you~" he whispered, though you suspected his gratitude was not aimed at you but to the gods themselves. 

His hands never left your body. He fought the urge to close his eyes, keeping them on you as though he needed to flood every sense with you. Touch-starved and ravenous for pleasure, he savored every second, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as his seed flooded your cunt. 

His voice, which was once so commanding and bewitching, broke as he begged once more. "Don't stop. Please. Not yet. Not yet." 

Leaning forward to cage his head with your arms, you kissed him, swallowing his moans as you rode him into overstimulation. He was in ruin, squeezing his eyes shut, blushing scarlet, his fingers digging into your back as you kept up the slow, unending rhythm.

The sinews in his neck bulged as he strained and squirmed. His thighs twitched and shook as his feet sought purchase on the futon. "I-it's too much."

"Should I stop?"

He shook his head, even as his cock softened inside you. "No… don't stop."

He clung to you then, hiding his face against your shoulder, the tears on his lashes cool against your burning skin.

Threading his long, black hair through your fingers, you cooed softly as he whimpered into the crook of your neck. "You're taking it so well. You're so beautiful when you're fucked out like this. So good for me."

You rocked together, panting breaths heating the air between you as Muzan gorged himself on pleasure. Slender fingers slid down to your backside, digging into the fat of your ass and clinging to you with all he had. His cock grew hard again. His gasps turned to growls.

"Gods, I can't take anymore."

You slowed down.

His hands darted to your hips. "Don't stop, damn you. Don't stop."

Muzan Kibutsuji, that sick and wretched man, whose life consisted of agony and disappointment found precious moments of pleasure and normalcy in your embrace, and once he had tasted that bliss he wouldn't surrender it. The ecstasy you gave him would not cure his ailments, but it was an elixir which temporarily sweetened the bitterness in his heart. 

Grazing your teeth over his collarbone, you whispered, "Can you take it if I go a little faster?"

"I– yes. I want to feel you cum on my cock," he whispered. "Do what you need to do."

Sitting upright, you took his hand and led it to your clit, guiding his strokes. His lips fell apart in reverent surprise as your cunt pulsed and tightened around his cock, preparing for release. And you knew he only pleasured you like this so that he could feel it. He used your body for his own enjoyment, submitted to you to please himself, watched you fall apart on his cock because he enjoyed the sight of it. And yet, as your pleasure reached its zenith and you came undone, you simply didn't care. 

Muzan was seconds behind you, hissing through his teeth as he filled you again. 

"Enough, enough," he cried, tapping your thighs four times to signal he was truly done.

You lay down beside him staring at the ceiling as your breaths returned to a normal pace. 

After a moment, Muzan rolled onto his side, then shifted to lay his head upon your breast as he let his weakened heart settle. He didn't hold you. He simply lay there in your embrace as you languidly stroked your fingers up and down his back, tracing the ridge of his spine. 

Silence shrouded you for a long time before Muzan broke the silence. "Will you come again next week?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes." He sighed. "Though we will have to come up with a better excuse than tea to get your father out of the house. He may be an idiot but even he may start to suspect your methods aren't exactly by the book."

Later, as you walked from the Kibutsuji residence, your father fussed over you, apologizing profusely for leaving you alone with the wretched lord. 

"It won't happen again, I promise."

"It's alright, father," you assured him. "He really wasn't all that bad. In fact, next week–"

"Next week won't be a problem. You'll have your own patient to attend to. I'll come here alone," your father smiled, expecting you to be relieved.

Truth be told, you were a little disappointed. 

Your father continued, "Besides, while at the tea shop, I heard about a rare medicinal plant. One I'm going to try with Lord Kibutsuji next week. The lady at the shop called it 'the blue spider lily."

Otter Neuvillette

Neuvillette x GN!Reader

Summary: There is one secret about Neuvillette that no one in Teyvat knows: he has the remarkable ability to shape-shift into a cute sea otter. This unique ability is a reflection of his deep connection to water and his desire for moments of solitude and peace.

One fateful day, as you collect data on plant species along the coast, you come across a disturbing scene. A lone sea otter, under attack by Fontemer Aberrant Crabs, struggles for its life.

A/N: This is my first time writing ^^

On an idyllic day in the tranquil Beryl Region, you were leisurely gathering data on the local plant species. The gentle rhythm of your exploration led you to the shoreline, where an unsettling sight unfolded before you. A lone sea otter, besieged by a group of menacing Fontemer Aberrant Crabs, fought desperately for its life. Without a second thought, you sprang into action, unaware that this seemingly ordinary otter concealed an extraordinary identity—the very Chief Justice of Fontaine, Monsieur Neuvillette himself.

Approaching the scene, you raised your voice to divert the crabs' attention away from the distressed otter. "Hey!" you shouted, flinging rocks towards the aggressors to protect the otter. As the crabs retreated into the ocean, you cautiously approached the otter, who had huddled into a protective ball, concealing its face with its paws.  "Hey there, little buddy," you whispered soothingly, crouching down to its level and tenderly caressing its head. With gentle strokes, you comforted the otter, who responded with a soft chirp, its eyes filled with gratitude.

Concerned for the otter's well-being, you inquired, though fully aware that animals couldn't comprehend human language, "Where's your family, buddy?" However, your attention was soon drawn to the otter's wounded arm, a clear reminder of the recent struggle. "Oh, you poor thing," you sympathized, "Let me tend to your injuries before you swim back home." Scooping the otter gently into your arms, you made your way back to your nearby campsite, your heart touched by the vulnerable creature in your care.

Settling the otter on a soft blanket at your campsite, you meticulously cleansed its wounds with a clean cloth, offering solace and relief from its pain. The otter seemed to find comfort in your presence, nuzzling its body and face against your hands as you tenderly attended to its injuries.

"Are you hungry, little one?" you inquired, rummaging through your supplies and offering a raw fish. To your surprise, the otter seemed uninterested in the fish but eagerly eyed a plate of sandwiches you had prepared for dinner. "You prefer a tuna sandwich, perhaps?"

The otter's eyes widened with anticipation upon spotting the tuna sandwich, and it chirped with enthusiasm, extending a paw toward the plate, as if imploring you to share. With a warm smile, you obliged, offering the otter the prized sandwich, which it eagerly devoured. It was evident that this was a particular culinary delight for the otter.

Even after savoring its meal to satisfaction, the otter continued to nuzzle and seek your companionship, its eyes conveying a heartfelt desire to remain by your side. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soothing glow across the landscape, you contemplated the otter's silent plea, tempted to let it spend the night alongside you.

"Hmm... You still need time to heal," you mused, gently petting the otter, your fingers tracing its unique features, "Maybe you can sleep with me. It's dangerous for you to be out alone at night." While your heart longed to keep this adorable creature with you, your conscience reminded you of the importance of wildlife preservation. "Animals belong in the wild, and I think I could get into trouble if I keep one for myself," you sighed, resigned to your role as a temporary protector, "Oh well, I'm going to cuddle with you to my heart's content tonight, my little baby!" With that, you bestowed a gentle kiss upon the otter's fluffy cheek.

The otter responded with an affectionate nuzzle, its whiskers fluttering with delight. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you and the otter nestled against each other, lulled by the soothing sounds of the ocean.

Morning arrived, and you woke up feeling a weight on your chest. Groggily, your hand began to explore the unexpected presence, and you muttered, "Baby, you feel so heavy." Your eyes snapped open as your fingers encountered smooth, silky hair, not fur. To your astonishment, you discovered the Chief Justice, Monsieur Neuvillette, lying on your chest.

Gasping in disbelief, you opened your eyes to behold the Chief Justice, his supple body nestled within your embrace. His expression mirrored your shock, a deep shade of crimson flushing across his face. "Er... it's.... It's not what it looks like," he stammered, his gaze shifting away in embarrassment. He struggled to find words to explain the unexpected situation, his composure faltering. "I... um... I..."

Your cheeks burned with a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. "Monsieur Neuvillette? Why are you here?" you inquired, staring at the Chief Justice, utterly perplexed. He still appeared flustered, and you urged him to collect his thoughts.

Recalling that you had tended to an injured otter, not the Chief Justice, and not recalling any alcoholic consumption, a wild idea crossed your mind. "I know it sounds crazy, but... were you the otter I saved yesterday?"

The Chief Justice furrowed his brows, his face reddening. "Ah... you remember?" he admitted with a quiet sigh. "Yes, I was indeed the otter you saved yesterday." He confessed, his embarrassment palpable. "It was an accident. I thought I'd just transform briefly to calm myself down, not expecting you to actually..." He stuttered awkwardly.

It was a revelation beyond your wildest imagination—the typically stoic Chief Justice harboring such an adorable and unexpected secret. You couldn't help but chuckle softly to yourself. "It's fine; I only did what was right," you assured him. However, the proximity of his body atop yours was causing a different kind of fluster. "Um... Monsieur Neuvillette, do you need something to cover yourself?" You averted your gaze, your cheeks now sporting a deep blush, and it was then that you both realized the rather compromising position you were in.

With a light chuckle, Neuvillette acknowledged his state of undress, his own cheeks flushed. "Er... ah... y-yes, please," he replied, turning away to search for a cloth to preserve his modesty. Once found, he hastily draped it over himself, providing a semblance of cover. He let out a sigh of relief, rubbing the back of his neck, his nervousness still evident. "Ahem... th-thank you."

It became apparent that Monsieur Neuvillette had no immediate intention of returning to the Court of Fontaine. "You're welcome to stay here a bit longer until your injuries heal," you offered, extending a welcoming smile.

Neuvillette's expression softened, a small smile gracing his lips. "If it's alright with you… I'd like to stay a while longer to finish recovering, that is" he admitted, his tone still somewhat awkward. The allure of your tranquil campsite seemed to be drawing him in, despite his official duties.

You patted the makeshift bed, inviting him to join you, and Neuvillette accepted the gesture, his body sinking into the mattress. He smiled, letting out another sigh of relaxation as he gazed up at the sky. "It's remarkably peaceful here," Neuvillette remarked. "Much better than my office at the Court of Fontaine." He sighed deeply, a sense of calm enveloping him. Your proximity offered a sense of peace that contrasted starkly with his usual courtroom environment.

As you scooted closer to him and wrapped your arms around him, Neuvillette's heart raced with a strange mix of emotions. He felt both comforted and unsettled, unable to fully comprehend the feelings that had arisen within him. His eyes met the serene horizon, and he sighed, trying to make sense of it all.

"It's hard to believe that even in your non-otter form, you're still quite adorable, Monsieur Neuvillette," you whispered, closing your eyes and drifting back to sleep.

Neuvillette blushed once more, his heart pounding in his chest as he lay beside you. The warmth of your embrace filled him with both comfort and a newfound sense of vulnerability. He allowed himself to enjoy the moment, not fully comprehending the depth of his feelings. As he closed his eyes and drifted into slumber once more, he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for this unexpected connection.

Zhongli

Zhongli is normally a calm man...but his affection for you introduces him to an unfamiliar emotion.

Embarrassment was never in Zhongli's expansive dictionary. Not in the past thousands of years when he's asked humans some silly questions while ruling over them, and certainly not in the present when putting things on Wangsheng's tab when his own wallet is absent.

But now, you've joined the funeral parlor as an employee, and Zhongli had expressed the appropriate amount of curiosity about you; curiosity which soon turned into caring, and caring which gradually turned into attachment. Zhongli now likes you very much, something he hopes to convey to you when the time is right.

So now, whenever he does something strange that makes him look silly in front of you, he finds his cheeks burning hot with mortification.

Like the time he asks Xinyan to perform her rock music...at a funeral. When the debacle occurs, the rockstar raising a hue and cry at the preposterous request of the consultant, Zhongli catches you stifling a giggle out of the corner of his eye. Oh no, you find him silly..? He finds himself rather upset at the notion, a first for the nonchalant god.

"Aww, are you pouting, mister Zhongli?" you tease afterward, which makes his face burn even more as he hurriedly excuses himself. (He tries to discern in the mirror, later, whether his pout could have been seen as attractive.)

You and him are out on the way to see a client when you're accosted by a gang of Fatui. Zhongli disposes of them with ease, proudly returning to your side and glowing at your praise of his skill. "Oh, you've got a bit of dirt here..." You dust off the sleeve of his outfit, and Zhongli, normally unconcerned about the inevitable evidences of battle, finds himself blushing. How much cooler would he have looked to you if he'd beat them all up without a single mark on himself? Now he's just flustered.

He goes over conversation topics in his head, attempting to figure out what would best keep you engaged. He wants to share fun bits of knowledge with you, but how can he do that when 'fun' is subjective? Zhongli sincerely hopes you'll find Blackcliff Forge trivia interesting, for he might just crumble if you don't.

Sub zhongli 

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

CW ⁞ oral (reader receiving), kissing, marking, face sitting, praise (both receiving), worshipping, reader has slightly low self esteem, straddling, mentions of marriage, fem!reader, zhong has a big pp, cumming untouched, squirting

The past few days have been rough. Work was piling up and after the last report you’d written was received poorly, you couldn’t help but doubt your abilities in the profession you’d chosen. To be fair, all the stress of your job was piling up and it didn’t take much for your husband, Zhongli, to notice.

He watched as your eyes filled with tears each time you walked through the door, how you sprawled on the couch after pouring yourself a cold glass of wine. Although he knew everyone had bad days, when it became recurrent, he knew he had to ask you about your feelings.

“My darling, what’s plaguing your mind?” He asked, hands slithering around your waist to kiss down the softness of your neck. “My ears are all yours.”

“Honey, I just don’t know what to do— work is so stressful, all my reports have been badly received, but they won’t even tell me how to improve. They throw it back! And it just makes me feel like I should give up and quit like I’m nothing to the company.”

It hurt him to see you like this, tears falling from your eyes. Where you worked was always like a dream, but as business picked up and more sales came through, he watched as that spark in your eye slowly faded each time you walked out the door.

“You should know that in whatever you do, I know you give it your all. If those in your workplace fail to recognize that, it’s not your fault. If they choose not to help you grow, it’s not your fault, darling,” he comforted, squeezing you tight, his soft lips grazing your cheek.

Though you knew he was doing his best to help rid you of your worries, you couldn’t help but feel his soft heartbeat against your back, each curve of his strong arms around your waist making you feel flushed in the face. “Li, sweetheart?”

He hummed in answer, his warm breath on your neck making you feel the need to clench your legs shut. When he was sweet and caring like this (granted, he always was), it always made you feel a particular type of way knowing how much he cared about you and your well-being.

“I know you like doing this. Will you please treat me a little bit today? If you know what I’m referring to,” you asked, trying not to appear bashful at the suggestive request.

“Archons, I thought you’d never ask. Please, (Y/N), after you,” he motioned toward the hallway, eying you with admiration as you nearly pranced toward your shared bedroom, lighting a few candles and taking a moment to clean yourself with a warm towel and little amounts of soap.

He undressed, wrapping his familiar low ponytail into a messy bun to hold it out of the way. Resting against silk pillows, he just near came in his pants, watching you step out of the bathroom, pretty black lingerie decorating your body. Zhongli would never understand how you could hate anything about your body, from each curve to your love handles, to the perk of your breasts, to the dip of the contrasted muscle in your calves. He treasured it all so endlessly.

He’d seen many a portrait of what humans imagined the gods lost to time to look like, and not a single one measured up to your beauty. Long eyelashes and glistening orbs, sweet lips and soft smile, he was so irrevocably in love with you.

“Over here, dearest,” he says, invitingly beckoning his hand toward the plush of the bed. Though he knew his needs would have to wait, it was almost impossible to ignore the way his cock twitched, lying against the pillows to allow you to straddle him.

As your hardly covered sex grind on his large cock, you knew there was no way you could take him without preparing yourself in the slightest beforehand. Luckily, Zhongli had other plans to pleasure you, beckoning to his reptilian tongue that usually stayed fairly hidden.

“Beautiful, sweet girl. You’re so enchanting,” he says, accommodating the warmth of your thighs around his neck. With each subtle flick to your clit, a chill ran down your spine. He could always tongue-fuck you so well, but today you could tell he was putting his all into it.

The slurping of your juices made him impossibly harder, the depth of your insides his tongue could reach into always making you whine and whimper until he finally decided to let you go. His strong arms were buckled around your thighs and with each lick your eyes rolled back. “Y-yeah, that’s good— just how I like it,” you moaned, grinding your puffy and sticky cunt onto his tongue. “Li, it feels so good.. mm.. hmm!”

His tongue slid up and down along your slit, circling back to lick at the spot just above your clit. You could feel the tightness and slight discomfort as you neared your orgasm, hips stuttering while he ate you out. “You’re too good at this, g-gonna cum, baby,” you whined, gripping your headboard with every effort to ground yourself. “Pussy feels so good, love you so much— fuuuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming—.”

Your thighs clenched impossibly tighter around him but that was the least of his worries. He was a god, he had a lot more strength than most. Every inch of your body was trembling and perspiring, orgasm raking through you, your warm and sticky sex throbbing around the feel of Zhongli’s tongue. “Feels amazing, love you so much— Li, h-honey, I love you so much—.”

He loved the way you bestowed him with that nickname, the way your juices flowed into his mouth, face feeling overwhelmingly flushed and stomach unbearably tight. Tonight was all about you, he could rub one out later, he wanted to heel impossibly good under his care.

As you lifted yourself off of his face with shaky legs, he breathed heavy, and you knew he wasn’t satisfied with what he’d done so far. “Edge of the bed?” You questioned, petting his wet hair, a mix of sweat and your fallen tears from pleasure upon his forehead.

“That’s right where I need you, allow me to taste more of that pretty pussy, please, dear?” He knew how to get the blood flowing in all the right directions. Spreading your legs, he sat on his knees, pretty back arched as he went down on you again. “Taste so good, darling— mmh, archons, this is all mine?”

“All yours, handsome,” you whispered, breath hitching in your throat as he lapped at your wet pussy. Your hands practically had a mind of their own when he went down on you, fingers intertwined with his brunette locks, the sunlight shining through the window highlighting the gold of his hair so beautifully. “So pretty, aren’t you?”

“Thank you, my love. Nothing can compare to you, all of you. You’re so mesmerizing, any other besides you taints my eyes. I’m a servant for your pleasure, most beautiful (Y/N).” You couldn’t help but flush, so deeply lost in the pleasure he gave you and the way your heart soared with love.

“S-so perfect, how’d I get so.. fuuck— lucky? Mmn.. hmphh.. gonna cum all over your tongue, baby, drink it all up, m— fucking GODS!— my pretty boy.” His tongue prodded deep inside of you, pressing up against that sweet gummy spot within.

“Mmh— cum, my goddess, cum for me, won’t you?” Your lip trembled as your eyes squeezed shut, tears falling down your cheek as you cried out, gushing all over Zhongli’s tongue.

Your moans were loud and erotic, heavy breathing echoing throughout your warm room. Lurching forward, your hands shook around the tufts of hair you had clenched. “‘S too much, too much, baby, no more—.”

“Apologies, my love. You taste heavenly,” he laughed, licking the sweet slick upon his lips. You watched how almost primal he looked, kissing up your leg and trailing up your thigh. It had taken you a long while to realize how needy he was, face red and hot all the way down his shoulders as he gently rubbed his weeping cock against your leg.

“Terribly sorry, darling— just hearing you… moan just as you were— made me so hard,” he admitted, continuing to rut against you, his hips stuttering whilst he whined. To silence himself, he tried to kiss into your skin once more, but the sound of your pleasure kept replaying in his head. “So sorry, but please, can I ask one thing of you? Spur me on, I’d love to cum all over you. I’ll clean you as well if it’s what you desire.”

“That’s a good job, Zhongli, keep fucking onto my leg, you sweet, desperate boy. You did so good.” You watched, amused as he bit into his lower lip, cheek pressed firmly against your thigh while he desperately tried to reach his orgasm. “You know what would make me feel even better? Having my way with you. Riding your cock until you’re spouting nonsensical nonsense, playing with you until you forget all what you are. The mighty Morax, so wonderful for a measly mortal, how did I get so lucky?”

He groaned, breath hitching as he came, spurts landing across your foot and along your leg, the white ropes running down, droplets sinking to the floor. “What a mess I’ve made, I’m sorry, my sweetheart,” he apologized, running his warm tongue across your leg and across your mid-foot.

“I’d stay right here the rest of my days if it meant I could please you, dearest,” he admits, getting up from the position on his knees and holding your hand to cup his cheek. You both were utterly wrecked, hair astray and sweat coating the surface of your skin. “I hope I’ve helped alleviate some of that anxiety you felt.”

“You did, Zhongli. Thank you, sweetheart. I love you,” you smile, kissing his lips, the remnants of your own taste lingering on the soft surface.

“But, I can’t help but wonder, what of all the things you said to me? Ride me until I’m ‘spouting nonsensical nonsense?’”

“Would you like me to show you exactly what I meant?”

“I don’t think it would hurt my feelings.”

You pushed him back into the sheets, head falling against the pillow. He was in for a long night, but no complaints were ever heard.

Can I request SAGAU with reader coming into Teyvat but being very hush hush about it and they get a job at Wangshu inn or something but one day they end up cutting themselves and boom golden blood? Sorry if this is too specific

Don’t apologize, I love this idea!

I have so many ideas for this one ranging from crack to angst hskakdk

Let’s say that all the documents about the creator have vague descriptions so they aren’t too sure about your appearance. The only key signs of being the creator are golden blood and crystal like tears.

I hope you like it! I think this may be my first request ^.^

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Yandere!SAGAU x Secret!Creator!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5

Your arrival to Teyvat is sudden. One second you had fallen asleep at your desk after a long night. The next second you lift your head and you’re in a completely new environment.

Surrounded by greens and vegetables you note you’re on some sort of farm. You warily get off the ground, dusting off the dirt from your clothes. You look around hoping to figure out where and how you had ended up in this unfamiliar place.

However, what catches your eyes in the dimly lit farm, is a little glowing blue figure floating wispily.

A seelie?

Your heart drops and your eyes squint through the dark taking in more of your surroundings. Your eyes finally land on a large statue in the distance.

Your thoughts are confirmed as you drop to your knees, eyes locked on a Geo Statue of the Seven.

You’ve read the stories, you know what happens.

“Hello? Who is out there?” a shaky voice calls out. You want to get up and run but the shock kept you in place.

An old man makes his way over, holding a lantern over you. The light illuminates your worry-stricken face. Thoughts run wild in your head as the old man helps you into his home.

Not wanting to risk being chased by all these powerful characters thinking you’re an imposter, while also afraid of being confined by obsessive acolytes, you think it’s best that your arrival to Teyvat is kept a secret.

The farmer that found you, a widowed man with no offspring, decides to take you in. To avoid feeling like a burden, you help out the old man in anyway you can, starting with farming. As if the land is trying to show their love for you, the vegetables you plant grow absurdly quick. They grow larger than the farmer had ever seen before. Vegetables farmed by your hand come out with the perfect texture and consistency. To the farmer, you’re like an angel descended from the skies.

It isn’t long before the old farmer’s business booms with the best vegetables in the market. However, he’s become too old and it’s become too difficult for him to transport all of these vegetables from his isolated little home to the shops down in Liyue Harbor.

You volunteer to do it for him. It’s the least you could do in return for him letting you stay rent free. Despite your willingness, you still can’t fight the anxiousness that comes with traveling in Teyvat.

The first time you enter Liyue Harbor, your hands are so sweaty you nearly drop the boxes of vegetables you are holding. Staying the whole day to sell vegetables in Liyue Harbor means that you are exposed. But when you finally came across your favorite characters, you realize you worried for nothing.

You first meet the Traveler and Paimon. The exchange is simple. They buy a few of your vegetables then leave to Wanmin restaurant to use the stove to cook some meals.

Then you meet Xiao. One day, a group of Hilichurl’s almost attack you while you are transporting goods to Liyue Harbor. He quickly wipes them out while you hide behind the cart you are pushing. Xiao simply looks at you for no more than 5 seconds before disappearing.

After that, the worry of your face being recognized begins to fade. If it weren’t for your oddly golden blood, you would have forgotten that you’re the creator.

You become accustomed to living life in Teyvat. It is peaceful. No exams or deadlines. Such simple tasks done day by day. You spend one day farming and the next transporting vegetables. You sit at your little shop selling items before heading home and helping out the old man. It’s not super easy but it’s a lot less stressful than your life before.

Everyday you get to bask in the sunlight and enjoy fresh air while you admire the scenery you had only ever seen through a screen. You are content and happy.

Until one day you accidentally make the smallest mistake.

Xiangling is a regular of yours. Your vegetables are by far the best she’s ever had and you quickly become her source of ingredients for her dishes. She speaks so highly of you that Zhongli, one of the characters you fear most, decides to drop by your little shop.

His presence is intimidating with his golden eyes peering down at you and his tall stature towering over your little stall.

Despite his slightly domineering presence, his voice is as smooth and soothing as you remember it to be and you’re able to calm down enough to treat him like any of your other customers. You’ve already met many characters and none of them were able to recognize you. How could he be any different?

Except he’s not like the others.

He’s nearly 6000 years old. He’s seen things others haven’t and most importantly, he’s worshipped the existence of the creator far longer than any of the Liyue Citizens have been alive.

From the very beginning, he sensed that there was something different about you. Something familiar and oddly inviting. The former Geo Archon thought he knew everyone residing in Liyue but it’s his first time coming across you.

His eyes can’t help but follow your every move as you wrap up his box of vegetables. You finally finish tying up his box with some sturdy rope and grab a knife to cut off the long ends. Just as you’re cutting the rope, your hand slips.

The sharp knife slices shallowly into your opposite hand. Zhongli is only barely able to catch a glimpse of gold before you drop to the floor.

It isn’t the pain that’s brought you to your knees but the fear. You crouch over your hands, covering the wound as best as you can hoping with all your being that he hasn’t seen anything.

Both you and Zhongli can feel your hearts beating faster than ever before.

“Are you alright?”

The former Geo Archon attempts to walk over to the other side of the stall, when he hears the Traveler call his name. His attention wavers and it gives you just enough time to wipe your blood away and stuff the handkerchief into your pocket.

Zhongli glances at you amidst his conversation just to see you finish covering your wound with a bandage. Any trace of blood is gone and the wound is completely covered.

He walks away from the Traveler to speak with you. The geo archon’s eyes never once leave your hand as he stands in front of you.

“Is your wound alright?”

You nod waving your hand a little.

“Just a small wound,” you say, hoping he’d accept your answer and move on.

But he isn’t satisfied.

“Are you sure? It look like it hurt. It’s important to put some cream on it so it doesn’t get infected.”

“Of course! I’m a lot stronger than you think.” You smile before repeating his total. The Traveler ends up paying for the vegetables and the two leave, but not without Zhongli glancing a few more times at you.

When his figure completely fades, your smile drops.

It seems you’ve stayed a bit too long in Liyue.

Shaky hands clumsily pack up your stall as you race to close up the shop early and quickly head home before the Geo Archon decides to return.

While you rush, you don’t notice the small white handkerchief falling out of your pocket nor do you realize that the small piece of cloth would be the sole cause of the upcoming chaos that erupts throughout the nations of Teyvat.

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Could I request this ⬆️ but with Ayato, Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Zhongli? Also, reader actually steps up and nearly goes apeshit with the "friend".

No angst, please!

Alright, alright, I heard you loud and clear. I'm trying my best for readers part, but I can't promise anything.

Also, this escalated quite a bit... hope none of you mind the length of this thing. I just don't know how to keep things short and simple

Characters included: Ayato, Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Zhongli

Content: Gender neutral reader; she/her pronouns for your best friend; she tries to convince them to dump reader; some cursing; slightly suggestive on Ayato's part; not proof read yet!

Word count: 7.9k words

As always, thank you for requesting and hope you enjoy!

Ayato

I feel like Ayato is a man who would get into a relationship for one of two reasons

Number one would be it being a political type of thing, where the relationship and potential marriage would greatly benefit the Yashiro commission

Or he would not even consider the commission and just date you purely because he fell instantly in love with you and really just wants to court you

but regardless of what the reason might be, he would be loyal to you under any circumstances

he knows that there are many people out there who want to be on his good side, some of them even after his wealth and status

and yet, he would fight off anyone who would dare court him while being in a relationship with you

in that aspect, he learned a great deal from Thoma, so you better be grateful to him

It was a typical slow, mentally draining day for Ayato as the Yashiro commissioner yet again. Many people come to him with their problems, expecting him to magically have the solutions for them at the ready. It's not like he is some kind of know-it-all magician, capable of solving every little issue in this world. Yet people obviously believe him to be exactly that.

Honestly, it's exhausting most of the time. It was quite common for him to work late into the night, like it happened today again. When he finally leaned back a bit to stretch his sore back, he heard a soft knock on his office door. Knowing who would await him at the other side, he mumbled a soft "come in".

You slid the door open, revealing the form of your boyfriend to you. Instantly noticing his tired expression, you went to his side, gently holding his face in your hands.

"You have been working too much", you say after a long while of each of you staring into the others eyes.

You hear a low chuckle from him as he closes his eyes, and leans more into your touch. Having yearned for it the entire day and now finally being able to enjoy it again was one of the best feelings in the world to Ayato.

"You're right, my dear. As you are so often. How about we retreat for today?"

You were inclined to accept his offer, but just as you were about to do so, you remembered one other crucial detail.

"We can, after you eat something. You haven't done that today, have you?"

And as if to betray him, his stomach made a low rumbling sound just as Ayato was about to tell you a little white lie, that it wasn't so bad. Instead, he looked away from you as you giggled at the perfect timing.

"See? Now, you clean up here while I go and get you some light snack. Let's meet in our room, okay?"

He agrees and you gave him a quick kiss to the tip of his nose as a parting gift, before you made your way out of the room, silently, as to not disturb the other servants and residents from their slumber.

Ayato looks after you and as you're out the door, begins to make quick work of his tasks. It's not much to do anyways. Just pack away his writing utensils, stack and organize a few stray documents that he will worry about the next day.

While in the middle of doing this, he heard a soft knock on the door again. Ayato wonderd to himself why you would need to knock when you agreed to meet back at your room. And also, you two should be the only ones awake at this hour anyways.

Still, he answeres the knock with a simple "Yes?". Instead of an answer, the door to his office slid open again, but this time revealing a different figure to him.

He recognized her, a servant of the Yashiro Commission and also a dear friend to you. Though, he did wonder why she was awake at this hour as well.

"Do you need something?", he asked her as she just stood there, not saying a word.

"I... saw that the light was still on and just wanted to check on you, Lord Kamisato. It's getting quite late. Are you alright?"

"I see. I appreciate your concern, but I am quite alright. I'll be retiring for the night shortly."

After he said that, her eyes seemed to light up, but she quickly tried to hide it.

"O-oh, is that so?", she quielty mumbled as she took a few steps into the room, towards Ayato. He eyed her suspiciously, but refrained from saying or doing anything. She stopped in her tracks when she was standing only a few inches away from him.

"Do you want me to keep you company for the night?", she whispered, trying to sound seductive while she put one of her hands on Ayato's chest and looked up at him through her lashes.

In response to that, Ayato quickly snatched her wrist, holding her in a tight grip. Although, she seemed to interpret that gesture the wrong way, as a smile krept up her lips.

"Oh? That eager, Lord Kamisato?"

"You do know that I have a spouse, right?", he said firmly, still holding her wrist tightly.

"Oh please. As if someone as boring as (name) could ever please a man like you. You can admit it, you know. I can see that they are not enough for you. You can have so much more fun with me.", she purred at him, now putting her other hand on his chest.

It made Ayato want to throw up. Every fiber of his body was repulsed by this woman, her words and her actions. He just wanted to deal with this situation as quickly as possible, to get away from her and return to the comfort of your arms. He didn't care if he came across as rude, he did not care for her feelings. After all, she did just insult you in front of him, and he would not stand for that.

So, Ayato finally let go of her hand and took a step back to gain some distance between them. However, that didn't seem to appease her, as she was quick to follow him, that wicked smile still present on her lips. In that case, he had to resort to words as his weapon of choice against this woman.

"Stop this nonsense right now. I have no idea where you got the impression that I am the slightest bit interested in you, but that assumption is just wrong. Plus, I am not the type of man to just go behind my partners back like that."

"Aww, come on. Don't be such a killjoy. Plus, they don't have to know. I won't say anything if you don't~"

"Well, I already know. How about that?", you suddenly chime in, both Ayato and the woman jumping a bit at the sudden sound of your voice behind them. You were leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of you and a dark expression on your face, directed at the person you thought to be a friend of yours.

"I was wondering what took you so long, dear. If I had known you were trying to fend off some filthy pest, I would have come to your rescue sooner.", you continued as neither of them said anything at your entrance. Your words and expression briefly becoming warmer as they were directed towards your lover, but quickly turning dark again when you turned back to the woman in front of you.

You waited a few more seconds, waiting for her to come up with some kind of excuse or something, but nothing came. So, you sighed, pushing yourself off the doorframe and slowly approaching the two of them.

"Glad that I finally got to see your true character. I always thought something was off about you, but still, I never would have taken you for one of those people." Your tone was low and dark, as you came to a halt in front of her.

"Now, you better screw off before I loose the last bit of my temper. And you better never approach any of us again, you hear me, bitch?"

You spat the last few words at her and she quickly ran out of the room, leaving you and Ayato behind. You looked after her for a few more seconds, before a deep sigh finally left your lungs and you turned around to your boyfriend, who was looking at you with a smirk on his lips.

"What?"

"Oh nothing... But, I have to admit, you're cute when you're jealous, (name)."

"Pffft, please. Me? Jealous? Of her? When I'm the one already dating you and having you all to myself?", you laughed, slowly beginning to relax again.

And Ayato still smirked as he began to lean down towards you. "True, I do belong to you. But maybe, it's time you lay claim on me again for everyone else to see as well.", he mumbled before he pulled you into a passionate kiss, a promise for the night in front of you..

Kaeya

Kaeya is a flirt, you and everyone else is very much aware of that fact

though when in a relationship, he would tone down that side of his personality. It's not completely gone, but compared to before it's like you're looking at an entirely different person

but you don't dislike this teasing and flirty side of him. It's part of his charm after all. So long as it's always directed at you and no one else..

Most people would believe Kaeya is more the type to play around than to actually bind himself to another. They also don't believe him to be a loyal person

Well, those people couldn't be farther from the truth. Because of his past, Kaeya is afraid of letting people close to him again. So if you were to manage to do just that and gain his trust.. you best believe that he will never let you go again, no matter what might be thrown his way

The music that was playing in the background of the tavern was as loud as usual. Kaeya was used to it at this point, the comfort of the Angel's Share being as trusted of a companion as the sword by his side.

It was a routine by now that he would swing by the tavern after his duties as a knight had been dealt with for the day. Usually, he would sit at the counter with either Venti or Rosaria to keep him company, sometimes even both at the same time. Those instances were always sure to escalate, so he was kinda glad it didn't happen too often.

Today however, neither of his usual companions were available, so he was doomed to sit at the counter all by himself. But that was quite alright, since he didn't plan on drinking that much anyways. After all, he was merely here to pass time waiting on you to finish your work, so he could take you on the date he promised to take you on today after you both were free.

But since he was done much sooner than you were, he had some time to kill, and the tavern was the first thing that came to his mind. So, he went to your place of work, to let you know that he would meet you there once you were done.

As Kaeya downed his second drink of the evening, he pointed for Charles, the barkeeper, to get him another one, while listening to the music some bard was playing. He was standing next to the entrance and Kaeya had to admit, that his music was rather good. It was a cheery, easygoing melody that went well with the laughter all across the tavern.

It seemed to be one of the bussier nights for the staff of the Angel's Share, seeing as the tavern was packed full of people, some of them already quite intoxicated even though it was still a fairly early evening.

Still, the loud atmosphere was relaxing to Kaeya and he only stopped looking around himself when his next drink was handed to him. Thanking Charles with a nod, Kaeya grabbed the mug and downed a few more sips, when he suddenly got a well-known feeling..

The feeling of being watched.

He tried scanning around the interior of the tavern again without looking conspicuous, but couldn't detect anyone who seemed to be watchful of him.

When the feeling subsided again, Kaeya also began to relax again. He hadn't realized how on edge he became just from that, so he let out a deep exhale. It did make him feel a bit better, but only for a few seconds, before he felt a presence now occupying the free stool next to him.

He turned his head towards that person, cautious of he he might find, when he recognized the figure to be your best friend.

Now, normally, any other person would relax upon seeing a familiar face, but not Kaeya. Not in this situation.

He always had a suspicion, that she was into him. She never made any advances towards him, but that could have been because you were always there with him. Kaeya had never been alone with her until now. And with the way she was eyeing him up and down while smirking at him, he was inclined to think that his suspicion was, indeed, correct.

"Well, would you look at that. What's the cavalry captain of the knights doing here, in this tavern, all by himself?", she began to speak. It was easy for Kaeya to detect the slight slur in her voice, indicating that she already had quite a few drinks already.

Still, he decided to play nice with her and entertain the both of them for the time being. Maybe some company wouldn't be so bad and he did still harber some hope that his assumption could be wrong after all.

"Enjoying a drink, obviously. What else would one be doing at a tavern?", he answered, the usual polite smile returning to his face. To everyone else, it might come across as sincere, but you now know that there was a difference. For a real, sincere smile coming from Kaeya was quite a rarity. But, the woman across him didn't know that, so she happily induldged in the conversation.

"Obviously, I know that. But, why all alone? I never see you without a certain someone accompanying you." Her words carried a distinct amount of poison in them when mentioning you. It didn't sit right with Kaeya at all.

"Oh, I'm actually waiting on them to finish their work. I promised them a date so that't where I'm taking them."

At the mention, her smile dropped and the look on her face changed to an annoyed one. "Seriously? God, Kaeya! When are you finally gonna dump her?!", she snapped at him, standing up from her stool so she could stand in front of him, mere inches away from him.

"Excuse me?", was all Kaeya was able to say, trying to lean back as much as possible to create space between them, but she didn't care for that. Instead, she got even closer, dangerously so, and Kaeya was beyond uncomfortable with the situation.

"You heard me. I wanted you since I first laid my eyes on you, but you never acknowledged me. And as soon as (name) comes along, you're all over them and completely ignore me!

I hate them so much! When are you finally gonna realize that I would be so much better for you? Just dump their lazy ass, they're never gonna be something big anyway. Come to my side, Kaeya!" As she said all that, she simultaneously began to claw on his clothes. Kaeya tried to push her away, but it seems that people were right when they said that drunk people seem to gain some kind of unexplainable strength.

"Are you out of your mind? NO! Now get off of me!", he yelled instead, still trying to get himself free. But she ignored it, instead reaching behind his neck and pushing his head down, trying to force a kiss onto him.

"AHH!", she yelled not even a second later, both in surprise and pain as her head got pulled back by her hair suddenly. She managed to pull herself free and both her and Kaeya were surprised to see you standing there, now putting yourself between the woman and your boyfriend. A furious look on your face, you seemed like you were about to loose your temper.

"He already said no, you bitch. You're really going so far as to assault someone because you don't get it your way? That's a new low, even for you." Your voice was ice cold and Kaeya shivered a bit from it, but he also had to admit that he did like this protective side of you. It was something he didn't get to see very often.

"I was just trying to safe him from your pityful grasp. He deserves someone better!"

"You mean, someone better like you? Come on, don't make me laugh. Who in their right mind would want a dirty street rat like you?", you lauged at her as she looked at you with shock. "Now fuck off before I completely loose myself."

That last sentence from you came out completely serious and cold, both her and Kaeya knew that you would not hesitate another second to fight her off if you had to. With one last, longing look at the man behind you, she grabbed her stuff and ran out the tavern door, leaving the two of you behind.

You let out a loud sigh as she was finally gone, turning around to Kaeya. "Are you okay?", you asked him, worry now written all over your face.

He smirked a bit, slipping out of his stool so he now stood in front of you, leaning down so he could put a hand to your cheek. "I am.", he whispered, leaning down to plant a soft kiss to your forehead. "Thanks for fending her off. That was really sexy."

You rolled your eyes at that, but didn't say anything against it. Instead, you pulled Kaeya in for a soft, sweet kiss. Both of you smiled before you finally made your way out of the tavern and to where Kaeya promised to take you.

Diluc

Oh boy.. I really love Diluc, but let's be honest here.. he has a lot of issues, that would directly pass over to the relationship, if he ever were to enter one

abandonment issues, trust issues, self worth.. Diluc has a lot of struggles

he makes sure to let you know beforehand, so you can back out of it if it's too much for you to handle. He won't go into any details, but he gets his point across

Now, if you decide to stay with him and help him work through all this, he would be head over heels in love with you. For someone to know everything about him, including his bad sides, and still deciding to stay with him?

He honestly never thought this would happen to him. Which is why he's all the more glad that you stayed and proved him wrong

It was the late afternoon and Diluc was still in the process of getting himself ready and presentable.

Today was the day of your one year anniversary and he had promised to take you on a cute little stargazing picnic. He had been looking forward to this day the entire week, trying to finish as much of his work as early as possible, so that nothing would come in the way today.

He checked his outfit over one more time in the mirror, looking for any holes or other form of dirt, but couldn't find anything. Then, he moved on to his hair, trying to tie it into a high ponytail. He knew that you loved it when he wore his hair like that, and he didn't mind it either way, so why not.

After all, Diluc wanted to spoil you today. Although technically this day is for the both of you, he just couldn't help but want to make it all about you. Because, after all, you were the one who chose to stay with him. To love him and show him that it was okay for him to love you as well.

It took some time, and he is still nowhere near a perfect partner for you, but he is trying. And you always tell him that him trying is more than enough for you and that you couldn't and would never ask anything more than that from him.

Diluc was so glad that you stumbled your way into his life. It may sound cliché, but he truly has no idea where he would be in life if you weren't there by his side to help guide him in the right direction.

Dare he even say, it was also thanks to you and your effort, that he is now slowly starting to reconcile with Kaeya. Their relationship was still rocky after years and years of miscommunication and suppressed feelings, but it was slowly starting to pick up and move into a... better direction, for lack of a better word.

He had so much to thank you for, and he swore to pay you back for it every day of his life that he got to spend with you. You would forever be the best thing to happen in his life, and he didn't care how down bad that sounded.

As he was finally done with preparations, and giving himself one last glance through the mirror, a soft knock on the door brought him out of his head and back into reality. Confusion written over his face even more, as Adelinde opened the door and walked a few steps into the room.

"My apologies, Master Diluc, but it would seem that you have a visitor. I informed her of the bad timing and to come back another time, but she insisted. I directed her towards your study room, she is waiting for you in there.", she informed him, her head lightly bowed down.

"Thank you, Adelinde. I will deal with them shortly.", Diluc answered, though obviously annoyed at the situation.

Why today? And why now?

All he wanted was for you and him to spend a nice evening together. And now someone wasn't even going to allow him that? Not if he had a say in it. He would just go in there and deal with the visitor swiftly, then make his way to Mondstadt, where he promised to pick you up.

Once he made sure that he was presentable so he wouldn't have to return to his room again, he went out and closed the door behind him. He walked quickly, having a goal already in his mind, so he wanted this situation to be over as soon as possible.

He gave to quick knocks to the door of his study room, to inform the person inside of his arrival, before opening the door and stepping inside.

Upon his entry, a woman who until now had been sitting in one of the comfortable armchairs stood up, facing his way. It took Diluc a moment, but he soon recognized the figure as a close friend of yours. He saw her from time to time, but he never had much to do with her, they never had an extended talk or conversation, so Diluc had no idea why she was here now and what she could want from him.

"You came..", she said, like she couldn't actually believe it.

"It would be quite rude of me to just leave a guest and not greet them, wouldn't it? So, please, state your business with me. And, not to sound rude, but please make it quick. I have somewhere important to be in a bit."

"That's why I'm here..", she mumbled quietly.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!", she exclaimed, a little startled. Trying to mask her nervousness with a chuckle, she began to play with her hair while looking everywhere else but at the man standing in front of her.

A good minute passed without her saying anything else and Diluc was growing more and more annoyed with her. Was she just here to waste his time?

"Look, if you have nothing to discuss with me, then-!"

"No! I- I mean, I do have something to discuss. I just.. don't know where to start..", she got quiet near the end again, making it hard for Diluc to understand her, but he did.

"If this will require more time, I have to ask you to move it to another day. I really don't have the time right now.", Diluc simply replied, already kind of mad at her that he wasted more time here than he had to. He turned around and was about to leave, when the woman behind him spoke up again.

"I like you!", she yelled, which caused Diluc to halt in his steps and turn to look at her, a bewildered look on his face.

"What did you say?"

"I like you, Diluc. I have for a long time. But I never had the courage to tell you and then (name) got in the picture. Honestly, I hated them the moment you and them got together.

They took you from me! It should be me by your side, not them! I deserve you so much more than some pesky lowlife like them!", she still yelled, but was now slowly moving towards Diluc.

The man, still surprised by what was happening right now, didn't move away, and she apparently took that as a sign to continue on her little rant.

"I know you think that you love them, but trust me, you don't. You may feel like that now, but I am the one meant for you. I can make you so much happier than you could ever think. Just give me a chance, Diluc.", she pleaded as she arrived in front of him.

She extended an arm, about to lay her hand on his shoulder, when he suddenly caught her wrist mid air. His grip was tight, and the look he threw at her full of disgust. She flinched a bit as she saw that, but still tried to stand her ground.

"Listen closely", Diluc said, his tone hard and cold, as he looked into her eyes, unforgiving. "(Name) will forever be the only one for me. No one else could ever hope to come close to what they mean to me. Especially not you. The fact that you came here, to berate and talk bad about someone who thinks of you as their friend, trying to steal their lover away. And for what? Some silly illusion you created in your head?

My top priority will always be (name). No one will ever come inbetween me and them, no matter what you might say or come up with."

He quickly let go of her wrist now, like her skin was suddenly made out of some kind of acid and it burned him on the touch. The look of disgust still evident on Diluc's face, as he took a step back towards the door.

"Now, please excuse me but I have a date to go on with my lovely parnter. And just to be perfectly clear, I would advise you to stay away from them and me from now on. And if I were to catch wind of you putting out rumors about them, I will not hesitate to act against you."

With that being his parting words, Diluc left the study room and made his way down to the main hall, where Adelinde was waiting down by the stairs.

"Please escort our guest out of the mansion as soon as possible. And make sure to let the other staff know that she is not welcome back here anymore.", Diluc informed Adelinde, who bowed her head in understanding.

"As you wish, Master Diluc. I wish you a pleasant night.", she said, before making her way up the stairs.

After that, Diluc left the mansion and made his way back to the city of Mondstadt. He appreciated the walk, as he was able to clear his head a bit before he would see you again, which was just what he needed after that encounter.

Once he arrived and saw you waiting for him by the fountain, all the negative emotions within him washed away again, his heart feeling at peace.

He greeted you with a soft kiss, which you reciprocated. He took you with him to Windrise, where the two of you would have your picnic. On the way there, he told you all about what had happened just about a few hours prior to your reunion.

It was fair to say that you considered the friendship with her to be over and you thanked Diluc over and over again for defending you, while also apologizing to him that he had to deal with that in the first place. But not to worry, because you made it more than up with the cuddles he got from you afterwards.

Childe

Childe is a family person through and through

Like, they have the final say wether his relationship whit you would last or not. Not in the sense of approval, more like if you get along with his parents and siblings

If they like you and you also get along with them well, he would be over the moon

also has a pretty high rank thanks to his position as a fatui harbinger, so people know not to mess with either of you, unless they want to be punished

Childe, I think, is actually one of the most loyal Genshin boys

He would stop at absolutely nothing to ensure your safety and to make you feel loved. The only way he would allow this relationship to end, is if either one of you would be to fall out of love with the other. But, at least for his part, that probably won't ever happen

Since his return to Snezshnaya a few days ago, Childe has been stuck in his office at the fatui headquarters. It was required of him to finalize his reports on his latest missions, which meant for him to sit in his office the entire day, write paper after paper, then return home in the evening, only to resume the process the next day.

It has been tiring for him. He never would have thought that dealing with paperwork could be this tiring. No wonder the higher ranking harbingers all have some kind of sectretary who do that work for them.

In fact, Childe has been so tired out from writing these reports, that he didn't get any proper training in these days. Instead, he always returned right back home to your side, almost always falling on top of you on the couch. If it weren't for you keeping him somewhat coherent, he would instantly pass out on the couch, not to be woken up until the next morning. You gently kept him awake long enough for him to take a shower and eat dinner with you, before you both went to bed together, where Childe hugged you even closer to him.

It has become some kind of new routine at this point and although you didn't mind it all that much, you clearly saw how exhausted your boyfriend was from all this. Even more so since he wasn't able to pursue his usual stress relief with the training.

You could clearly see how tired he still was, sitting next to you eating his breakfast, his eyes looking almost blank and lifeless. It made your heart ache at the sight.

"So.. do you know how much longer it'll take until you've finished all the reports?", you cautiously asked, not wanting to stress him out even more in the early morning hours.

"At least a few more days..", Childe quietly answered, the weariness clearly evident.

You thought about what you could do to make him feel a little better, at least, when an idea sparked in your head.

"Well, I can't really help you with your work, but, if you want to, I could bring you lunch today. Your mom taught me how to make your favourite."

At that, his eyes visibly brightened up as he looked at you. "Really? When did that happen?"

"While you were out on your mission in Liyue. I had some time on my hand and I thought it would be a nice surprise but I didn't get around to making it yet.", you answered, glad that such a simple thing was able to cheer your boyfriend right back up.

He got up and engulfed you in a big hug, placing little kisses all over your face. "Thank you, (name). I love you so much."

You giggled as you guys spend the rest of your morning together before it was time for Childe to leave again.

...

His mood this day was by far better than the days before, and his underlings had no idea wether that was a good thing or if their impending doom was approaching them.

But as more hours went by and nothing drastic had happened yet, they decided that it had to be something good.

Childe was constantly humming in his office, the writing part was getting much easier now that he got a hang of it. The occaissonal troop came into his office every now and then, awaiting for new orders from him.

He dealt with them every time before resuming his reports until one particular group came to him. He knew one of the members better than the others, namely because it just so happened that she was a friend of yours, who joined the ranks of the fatui a few weeks ago.

She got assigned under Childe, but they haven't really been working together yet, as shortly after he was sent out to his mission on Liyue, which took him a few weeks to finally complete. And since then, he had been locked up here.

Anyway, back to the present. The leader of that small group gave a quick report to Childe, informing him of their accomplishments. The harbinger only nodded, listening to them.

"Alright, sounds good. For now, I want you guys to go to the training grounds. Improve on your strenghts and get rid of your weaknesses. This will be your task for the following week. After that time, you will face me in battle again, to assess your progress.

That would be all.", he said to dismiss them. They all hurriedly made their way out of the room, except for one member of the group. The woman stood still in front of Childe, and it took him a moment to realize that she was still standing there.

"Hmm? Was there something else you needed?"

"Well.. I have a bit of a personal question, if you would allow it, Lord Harbinger.", she answered respectfully, bowing her head at him a bit.

Childe thought it over for a second, but didn't think anything bad of her request, so he allowed her to ask her question.

"Thank you. It's about (name)", she said and the mention of your name both set him on edge and also brought a small smile to his face. You just had that effect on him every time, even after months of dating already.

"What is it that you see in them? Why are you with them? I just don't understand it."

"What about it don't you understand?", Childe asked, bewildered as he sensed the obvious hostility she seemed to harbour when talking about you.

"I mean, they're just so boring and bland. I don't get what you see in them. Surely they can't be enough to satisfy you. You could have anyone else, you have so many better options. Why them?"

After her little rant was over, Childe stood up from his place behind his desk, walked around in front of it, and leaned against the table, crossing his arms in front of him.

"And let me guess.. you think you would be better suited for me than them, am I right?"

She nodded as she took a step forward, towards him, but one ice cold glare from Childe let her freeze in place. But she got her composure back quickly, returning his gaze.

"I do.", she stated, holding her chin up high, trying to look more confident than she currently felt.

Childe continued to look at her a few more seconds, before averting his eyes and sighing in disappointment.

"I think I've heard enough. Just so you know, you could never be enough for me. (Name) is more than enough, they are the perfect match for me. And I'm most definitely not about to give up on that for some random chick that decides to throw herself at me.

Anything you want to add, (name)?"

The last sentence was said a bit louder by Childe, knowing that you had been standing outside the door and listening in on the conversation. Upon mentioning you, you entered the room and by the surprised look on the womans face, she didn't realize that you were actually present.

"Not really, I think you already made yourself perfectly clear.", you said, your look at her as cold as Childe's was.

"We're over. Can't believe I ever was friends with someone like you.", was the only thing you felt like adding to the situation, before the woman ran out of the room without another word, feeling utterly humiliated.

You and Childe both looked after her, before looking at each other. Then you guys burst out into laughter at how ridiculous this entire situation was.

After you had calmed down again, you guys shared the food that you made for him in his office, you sitting on his lap since he wouldn't allow you to sit anywhere else. It was safe to say that Childe acted a bit more clingy with you for the next few days.

Zhongli

It has been quite some time since Zhongli's last relationship and even though he has an understanding of the principles, the more intimate details of it are kind of lost on him

have some patience with him and teach him the ropes of it again and you will be rewarded with one of the most loving and caring partners one could ever wish for

he also tends to be a little bit on the jealous side, but he means no harm in it. He knows you're more than capable of standing up for yourself, but he can't help it. He is your partner after all, it's only natural he wants to protect you

Also a very loyal man. If he chooses a partner, he stays with them through all the good and bad times until the bitter end. Whatever form that end will take..

Zhongli let out a heavy sigh as he was finally done with his work for the day. Who knew that the work of a consultant could be this demanding?

Hu Tao had him staying late for the past two weeks, since, as she said, work had been piling up and she needed all the help she could get.

While you were understanding of the situation, not minding him coming home later to help out his boss, Zhongli did mind it very much.

Because now, work kept getting in the way of his quality time with you. While he was stuck here, he could be home with you, snuggling up on the couch, or out on a date with you.

Come to think of it, it had been quite some time since you two last went on one. Perhaps he should take you out to Wanwen Bookhouse again, with a nice dinner afterwards at Liuli Pavilion. That sounded like a good idea.

Still thinking about this, and possible other locations where he could take you to, he continued to tidy up his workplace, so that he could finally leave as soon as he was done with that.

Hu Tao had already left earlier today, claiming she would be gone for some type of commission and left him the keys to lock the place up after he was done for the day.

Once he was done cleaning up, he went outside and locked the door, putting the keys into his pocket to keep them safe. He would return them to Hu Tao again once his well deserved weekend would be over. Oh, how he longed to spend those blessed days enveloped in your arms, hoping you would never let go of him again.

Gazing up at the sky, he noticed that it was still quite early. He still did some overtime, but he did get off earlier today than the days prior. So, Zhongli decided on the spot to surprise you with some of your favourite food.

He went over to Wanmin Restaurant, which coincidentaly was also on the way to your shared house, to pick up something to eat for the both of you.

Upon approaching the vendor, Chef Mao immediatly recogniced the man.

"Ah, Mister Zhongli! Good evening! The usual?", he asked in a cheery tone, to which Zhongli agreed to.

While waiting for his food to be done, he took place on one of the stools outside the building, looking around the streets. It wasn't quite as busy as it was during the day, but there were still fairly many people out and about, doing their business.

"Hey! Zhongli!", a voice greeted behind him, so the man turned around to see a dear friend of yours approaching him and taking place next to him on an empty stool.

Zhongli gave her a gentle smile, not minding her presence at all. Maybe some company would be good for the time he had to keep waiting for the food to be done.

"Good evening. What brings you here on this fine day?", he asks her, trying to engage in some small talk with her.

"Oh, nothing much. I was just out for a walk when I saw you sitting here all alone.", she smiled, leaning a bit closer to him. Zhongli noticed this, but didn't think anything of it, which is also why he didn't say anything about it.

"Ah, yes. I am merely waiting for it to be done cooking, so that I can surprise (name) with it at home. I have been working late for the past two weeks so I hope she will accept this small piece of apology."

Upon mentioning your name, he noticed how her expression turned a bit sour, but it was gone so quickly the next second that he thought he just imagined it.

"Is that so..", she mused, seeming to be lost deep in thought.

After that, the conversation died out and a sort of uncomfortable silence fell between Zhongli and your friend. Not knowing what to best do in this kind of situation, he just remained silent, still patiently waiting.

A few more minutes passed and finally, Chef Mao came to Zhongli again, this time with two containers of food in his hands.

"Here you go. Sorry it took so long, busy day today."

"Not a problem.", Zhongli reassured him as he handed the man his money. He was about to say his goodbyes to your friend, when she suddenly grabbed him by the arm.

"Wait!", she said, suddenly having a form of urgency to her voice that made him halt.

"Yes? What is it?"

"I... I want you to break up with (name)!", she exclaimed, shocking Zhongli with her words. Why would he say such a thing.

The confusion obviously written all over his face, the woman sighed as she got even closer to him.

"I am in love with you, Zhongli. And I want to be with you. I don't care if I start out as just a side chick for you, so long as you break up with them and choose me in the long run.

Trust me, you'll see for yourself just how inferior (name) is to me in every aspect of life. Bet they aren't even any good in bed. I know you're not satisfied with them, so why not enjoy yourself with a little fun on the side?"

Zhongli couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew how much you trusted her, so for her to betray that trust you put in her so easily, it made his heart ache for you. But it also made him furious. How dare she talk about you like that in front of him? You were everything to him, and you were definitely more than enough.

Anger slowly krept its way up inside him, being more and more evident in the way his gaze turned cold and his hands tightly gripped the containers he was holding.

But before he could let his anger out on that woman, he heard an all too familiar voice call his name. "Zhongli!"

There you were standind, a few feet away from them and slowly walking over to your boyfriend.

"Hey (name)!", the woman cheerfully said, putting on a seemingly perfect act in front of you, being all nice and friendly again, like she wasn't just trying to steal Zhongli away from you.

"What a surprise to see you here. We were just talking about-!"

"About how you want to be the side piece of my boyfriend? Yeah, I heard that.", you said in a very matter-of-fact way, it caught her completely off guard.

"Huh?", was all she was able to get out, a look of bewilderment present on her face. You, however, have heard enough and you were done with her.

So, you only rolled your eyes at her, before lowering your voice, trying to sound as intimidating as you could. "Listen here, you bitch. He is taken. You had all the time and chances before I met him, and now, he is mine.

So back the fuck off before I go off on your fake ass face."

Panic now written all over her face, she took a few steps back. "You wouldn't.. You're crazy!"

"Oh, but I would.", you growled, taking a step forward, which finally caused her to turn around and run away from the two of you.

Relieved, you let out a sigh and turned around to your boyfriend, who had witnessed the entire scene.

"Sorry you had to deal with that.", you apologized sheepishly, gaze now turned to the ground.

"Don't apologize, my dear. After all, I should be the one apologizing to you, since you just lost a friend because of me. But, I do want to say, I hope you know that I would never choose someone else over you."

"I know that.", you nodded as you looked up at him, offering him a warm and loving smile. Ahh, how he had missed that smile the entire day. He just had to lean down and give you a soft kiss, which you very gladly reciprocated.