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3 years ago

— revoked privileges

summary: taking away their cuddling privileges for a month after a fight had happened

warnings: grammatical mistakes may occur, having to reject their cuddle sessions, usage of petnames, slight crack, tiny angst

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

inc: childe, diluc, albedo, scaramouche, kazuha (separated)

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3 years ago

Things they did that made you question your entire relationship

Warning: reader has no pronounce mentioned, crack, burping, demon, barking, breathing fire, plebians, making out in kazuha's part, highzuha, weed, childe, reading erotic books(no description), cockroach, not proofread either.

Part 2 because this was very popular and bc im on my crack thing again.

Characters: Itto, Yoimiya, Gorou, Xiao, Zhongli, Shenhe, Ayato, Ningguang, Kazuha, highzuha, Childe, Albedo, Yae Miko, Raiden Shogun/Ei.

Itto: Burped in your face and then laughed so loudly that it blew up your eardrums.

Yoimiya: Accidently lit your ass on fire with her fireworks.

Gorou: You said you loved dogs and he started barking, his subordinates couldnt take him seriously for weeks after that.

Xiao: He called you a demon and tried to lament your ass after you made him blush.

Zhongli: Patted you on the head and said "Wel done kid", the two of you were already in a relationship for months.

Shenhe: Always gives you the stink eye when you approach her in public, she doesnt do it on purpose tho.

Ayato: He put a basket of chili peppers into your desert, you started breathing fire and he just laughed at you.

Nignguang: Called you a plebian in public.

Kazuha: He is perfect but sometimes when the two of you are making out he suddenly stops out of the blue because he's been struck with ✨INSPIRATION✨ for a poem for you and wants to write it down so he doesn't forget.

Highzuha: Sometimes when he is high from nakuweed he tells you the cheesiest things with a debby ryan smirk.

Child(e): He pushed you of those long staircases when you enter Liyue harbor (i think its called Feiyun Slope??) and started howling from laughter, it all happened in public.

Albedo: He was singing the lyrics of cpr while washing your hair for you also made you eat a spider.

Yae Miko: Made you narrate an erotic book in public.

Ei: Gave you a cockroach as a present because Yae told her that every mortal did that for their lover. She went out of her way to catch one for you and almost cried when you gave the cockroach the stink stink eye.

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3 years ago

In Life and Death / 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

♡ read the prologue here :D

♡ When everything you know is shrouded in light, it’s often hard to remember to peek into the darkness. Your family has long since been a part of those who avoid it, choosing to hide comfortably amongst the high ranks of Mondstadt’s nobility. Your father, the King, has fought hard to keep it that way, especially following the Queen's unfortunate death. However, with a sudden push from the Fatui, certain old wounds are quickly reopened.

It's why upon tragedy striking, you aren’t alone in the assumption that the foreign nation is to blame. But when unseen circumstances quickly push the question of the culprit's identity over to you, you find that the situation is much deeper than meets the eye. Between the mysterious nature of an unknown killer, familial doubts, and the 11th Harbinger launching himself into the scene by making an attempt on your life, you think you're completely in over your head.

Even if Childe claims you have the picture all wrong.

And so, in a gruesome twist of events, you're faced with a choice -- trust Childe's convenient involvement and get to the bottom of everything together, or risk becoming victims yourselves.

♡ warnings: violence, mentions of choking, blood, and knives.

♡ word count: 7.3k

You had long learned to never trust a man who is no more than his glare, because even the most innocent of dogs will still bear their teeth. And inside the walls of Mondstadt’s gates, this ideology very well may be known to many -- because from the darkened alleyways to busy courtrooms, there will always be those who show more than they are ready to give.

Unfortunately, the same can often be said of the king.

You are as much of a stranger to his dealings as he is, though the difference in you lies in your capability of being disappointed. The King is extremely lucrative when he can be, handling his power in a way where those around him are left in a constant state of wondering, when will he strike next, and how? The answers are often underwhelming.

Of course, you know better than them. Each side-eyed glance and nuance of a threat is always held, but sometimes you suspect that behind your father's guarded eyes, there's nothing more than a man paralysed with fear. It's why your first reaction is to write him off when you get to thinking about the person you'd lost -- however much you want to blame him for it. His inherent innocence is the entire reason that the concept of a murder on the royal grounds terrifies you so much.

You hadn't ever been extremely close to the Chamberlain, but news of her death shook you like it would anyone. Because she had been a pleasant young woman, certainly no one that deserved to meet their end in such a way.

This does not mean Mondstadt is crime-free, of course. Pickpockets and murderers alike dwell in the deepest corners and behind closed doors, but none have ever dared to show themselves in such a fashion. Though, a sizable bit of the population in these parts do tend to include fatui agents from outside the nation, perhaps entrenched in the only ways they know how.

Someone other than the king had dealt a life-ending blow to someone of no consequence -- bearing their teeth, so to say. It was done as if they had known they could get away with it. The offence was haughty, too confident to be considered a crime of the usual degree. Hence, in your opinion, the large possibility of a fatui agent testing the waters.

But with nothing being confirmed, the question of the sudden nature of events remains. And despite the warning bells in your head, despite any disapproval the king may have, you would be better suited trying to uncover the mystery with everyone else than just sitting around. In fact, that's exactly how you managed to see the effects of the situation in the first place.

It was more difficult than usual to sneak around, but upon arriving at the ugly leftover scene under the guise of a maid, you almost change your mind.

There was no major evidence left behind, no trace of a second person besides a ring of purple around her neck, the indentation of thick fingers settled heavy in her skin. Apparently mere choking had not been enough to subdue the woman, too — the main offender is much more striking.

An injection had ultimately done her in, the pin-prick small but only noticeable thanks to the crystallised blood surrounding the wound. Much like the odd suit of frost covering her skin, it was unusually cold to the touch.

But, you had been discovered and ushered out of the room before you could unearth much more. As much as you’d like to do something with the information you’d snuck by, other clues are not so readily available. You'd expected as much, but to be shunned so quickly? It was almost too odd to overlook the convenience of it.

Left with nothing to process, you are steadfast in your blaming of the foreign Snezhnayan officers. But whether any truly useful information exists or not, you hadn't been allowed around long enough to find out.

Grave events such as this one are debilitating, they shake normal life in a way usual events do not. But just as the king is well aware of the fear that envelops the royal court, he is also in tune with the mechanics of the city he rules. He will take all means necessary to confine the circumstances, to avoid pressure from Snezhnayan diplomats if nothing else.

So, you know well that the lack of information provided is entirely intentional.

The Chamberlain's death had occurred three whole days ago, and you still haven't heard a thing. Not even the town gossips are aware of the turmoil that drenches the castle, and the maids are equally tight-lipped.

Tapping a pen against the mahogany of the wooden desk, you sigh. The writer’s callus on your dominant hand is tinged with blue ink, darker in the low light of the library only you populate. The usually bustling halls have been noticeably empty within the past few days. However, it is a good side effect -- with less to see your actions, the more freedom to investigate you are given.

Though, any so-called ‘investigations’ you’ve completed thus far have been nothing more than quick brainstorming sessions, wherein the same vague points are turned over and over again in your head. Sighing at the blank sheet of paper in front of you, you slump in your seat.

It frustrates you to know that in these moments, you are often royalty in title alone. You are a woman of title, a person of royal blood, are you not? Yet, because of a single wave of the king’s hand, you are kept in the dark just as every courtier and servant is, inevitably leaving one amongst you vulnerable to repeat the same unfortunate mistakes the chamberlain had.

However, you are not a courtier. Not a servant. So, why dangle such information above your head, why withhold any greater power your status holds? The reason, your father will likely never share, but your lack of knowledge in any event is undoubtedly purposeful

It may just be for your protection, though his intentions are never so simple; he thinks like a king, not a father.

But, albeit his strange tendencies, bits and pieces of the father you want to see remain in every stroke of his lacquered pen. He is the puppet behind only your menial troubles, and it would be unfair to pin much more than a daughter’s bitterness on him. Perhaps this is just his out of touch way of protecting you -- like you need it.

“My lady,”

A soft yet firm voice bids for your attention. There is an immediate regret that blooms in your chest as you stand up abruptly, feet pushing you out of your chair only to meet the patient eyes of a maid. You offer her an apologetic smile as you will your heart to slow.

It’s not your place to be jumpy, not when there are those who work soundlessly to ensure your protection.

Perhaps they’re a bit too soundless, though.

“My apologies.” The old woman bows her head slightly, leaning a careful hand on your shoulder. “You startle very easily lately, are you feeling well?”

You nod, gaze anywhere but her as you search for an escape. “Yes, yes, of course. Just nervous, is all.”

The maid watches you as you gather your things, eyes lingering a moment too long on the shaking hands you fail to conceal. You clutch the notebook and pen to your chest, offering her an awkward smile.

“Everything will be alright,” She assures you, gesturing to the rest of the empty library. “Extreme measures are being taken to protect anyone else in the castle from succumbing to a similar fate.”

As you nod wordlessly, the calmness in her voice does not dissipate. You feel almost scrutinised under her polished gaze — it is gentle, but concerned nonetheless. Your fears are merely surface level affairs to the familiar woman, despite how deeply you attempt to hide them.

Offering her a nod as you duck past her, you mumble a quiet goodbye. The maid’s eyes remain stuck to your back as you begin to walk away, patient.

“I had tea prepared not long ago.” You stop at the doorway, hand coming up to ghost over the wooden frame as your head turns back. The same unwavering smile adorns your sight. “Enjoy your night, my lady.”

You respond with a quick smile, fastening your grip on your belongings as you hurry from the room. The particular woman’s kindness truly runs deep, though you can’t help the discomfort you experience under her weighted gaze -- she studies you as if you are translucent, hungry eyes searching for fears to quell.

As your shoes click on the hard floor, you grimace. Of course, her intentions are nothing more than those of a dedicated caretaker, and guilt pokes at your inside unnervingly for pushing her innocent concern off. There is a part of you that wants to confide in someone, whether it is a maid or someone entirely different -- but, for reasons unknown to even you, it’s not something you’re willing to do.

On your worst days, you fear someone will attempt to face your emotions head-on, regardless of your wishes. And while such a person is bound to appear, it’s instances like these that you learn to stave off those indulgent enough to get too close. It is only practical, after all, as a member of the royal family to keep your troubles close.

Your mother had been a wonderful example of what compassion could do to someone of your status. Evident in every generation, in every string of events, there will always be someone looking to take advantage of such raw trust. So, while cowardly, it is a caution that no one can fault you for.

It is a truly vile way of thinking, yet in this walk of life, it is unfortunately necessary.

You have long stopped wondering what others think of your fears, though simultaneously, you have recently found it harder to maintain a cooler composure. No action seems just right, no demeanour enough to please everyone. Your honest desperation is heartbreakingly truthful, and you can only hope it's enough to excuse the way you act.

The low evening sun passes over your face through the windows of the hall, decorating your body in an array of warmth. And whether the world sees fit to tease you or not, you don’t mistake the oddly timed shiver that runs through your body. Shaking your head, you wish tiredly for nothing more than everything to be over.

The crystalline doorknob to your personal chambers is slippery beneath your clammy grip, exhaustion seeping through your veins as you stand there without luck. The tiny inconvenience tests your patience extremely closely. Luckily, the halls are empty around you, void of anything but yourself and guards stationed some ways away.

Offhandedly, you wonder if you could get away with sneaking off. Perhaps it’s an action you may need to take eventually, but with the steady droop of your eyelids, you surmise it can wait. Even your tired mind can discern that there is little you can do in your state.

Moments later, you find yourself sitting on your bed, the tricky doorknob locked shut behind you. You have little desire to do anything but to crawl under your covers and move on to the next day. But, the commentary-scribbled notebook still weighs lightly in your hand.

With a narrowed gaze, you consider stuffing it into your pillow case -- what could be a better hiding place than directly beneath you? Your eyes are heavy as you carry out the action. The process isn’t meticulous by any means, but you decide it will work well enough for now.

Still in your day clothes, you let your body fall on top of the comforter. You’re briefly freed of your anxieties as you will your mind to go blank. You forget about the murder, about your deathly curiosity, even about the mug of tea that continues to go cold on your nightside table.

Your worries may encompass dire things, they may not. But at the end of the day, they can only be worries.

“I don’t understand.”

The spring air is sweet in your nose, but for all that it’s worth, it’s easily outshined by the distinctly rotten taste that grows in your mouth. Mornings in the castle are usually filled by the former; golden sunlight within the deserted halls, the chirping of bluebirds heard from beyond the cracked windows, bowls of fresh fruit carried by passing servants -- but today, you find these peaceful things to be stifled.

You’d been called on during the early hours of the morning, long before you normally even rise. Perhaps it was a precautionary action, perhaps the particular subject just made your father restless, yet in any case, the first hour of your day is spent moderately.

“This is by no means a complicated thing to ask of you.” Your father says this, and while he may be right, he should be one of the last to consider giving you such an order.

You shake your head slowly, trying not to let your distress shine through. “No, it’s not, but it’s not necessary, is it? Someone is dead. I’m only expressing discomfort in my own way.”

“...Your coping mechanisms seem awfully dangerous.”

Avoiding his eye, you yawn into the back of your hand. Call it what you like, but coping mechanism be damned if it’s the one thing that makes you feel secure living as you do.

“I don’t see how trying to figure out what happened is dangerous,” You say, taking in your father’s demeanour. It’s an early morning for him as well, but you know better than to push his limits on purpose. “Please. It’s only a personal reassurement. I’ll be sure not to take it too far.”

He shakes his head. “I’m not concerned about you taking things too far, because I know you’ll do that regardless of what we agree on today.”

You’re silent at that.

“I just don’t need you getting hurt because someone chooses to see you as a threat, not when there are more capable people to be assessing this situation.”

Your lips and patience both simultaneously thin. “If there are more capable people available, then where are they? I would be more than happy to hand things over to them.”

Your father’s head tilts slightly, voice raising an octave or so. “I'm in the process of gathering help. Are you questioning me?"

Dread begins to ferment in your stomach as you shake your head, words heavy in your mouth. “No. I only urge you to take this more seriously. I think it would be the better choice, knowing what has happened when we let our guard down in the past.”

His eyes narrow as you turn your head away, avoiding his eye as casually as possible even while your heart thumps loudly in your chest. There is not a day that goes by wherein your father does not honour your late mother in some way. But, you do not understand the reason he chooses to push aside an event so similar to the one that has affected him so greatly now.

“I recommend that you visit the tavern this afternoon.” If your jab has ignited anything in him, it’s lost in the moment he turns to take a thin binder into his hand. You accept it warily as he continues. “The sister celebrations are quickly approaching. Despite the unfortunate events that have taken place recently, we must prepare as if on a normal schedule."

You quirk a curious brow. “Aren’t we on one already?”

“Yes, as of now.” Your father sizes up your expression before hesitantly continuing. “But, if things do get worse, I’m afraid we might have to postpone the events.”

Eyes widening, you stand up.

“There’s such a thing on the line, and still no one is investigating anything yet?!”

He says your name in a tone of warning, voice stern. “I'm handling it, but you must understand that there is not much to work with. I’m sure you know this as well.”

You try to meet his eyes, but they never quite meet yours; they follow his actions behind his desk, your fidgeting, but never anything else. You do not take it as a truthful promise, yet under his attention, all you can do is nod and believe that he will do as he says -- hope that he will listen to the concerns of the only family he has left.

You move to leave, keeping careful note of the binder in your hand as you grumble a muffled goodbye. You can only guess its contents, but aren’t too keen on stopping to read it under the stifling atmosphere you’ve created. At the door, you pause as he calls your name.

“Do not mention your mother to me again.”

His words settle with you as you disappear into the morning haze, the inkling of a frown pushing at your lips. The King had said that he was in the process of gathering help, but given his past, you aren't too inclined to believe him.

The conversation gets you thinking -- in the reality that he does end up finding someone to handle the situation, would you give up so easily? You aren't quite sure you know the answer. Especially not if the sister celebrations are in jeopardy.

It's why, when the afternoon comes, you are more than willing to pay the tavern a visit. As you’d discovered on your meandering walk back to your chambers, the binder your father had handed you is composed of nothing but numbers -- all necessary information for the numerous courses set to be available at the day of Ludi Harpastum and its most beloved partner, titled Dies Luctus.

A commemorative event by title alone, Dies Luctus is a masquerade that takes place yearly that exists to pay respects to those who have passed -- though in recent years, it has become more of a prologue for later festivities to the unseasoned eye.

Small details here and there exist to remind you of its history, in the dark masks that are given to attending patrons, or the waves of silence that occasionally pass over the crowd, even the single flowers provided as offerings to those who have lost someone. The most menacing of these signs, however, remains to be the empty throne at the king’s side.

Your hands are clammy as you trek to the tavern. Be it a masquerade or a way to respect the dead, you will sooner be a part of those honoured than let a petty murder be the reason the world is not reminded of your mother’s existence once again.

Angel’s Share’s bell chimes from high above as you enter, but no one looks in your direction even as the door slams shut behind you -- at least, save for the bartender. Trained vermillion eyes find yours in an instant, surprise melting through the depths as he beckons you over with the rag in his hand.

You can’t help your smile as you slip onto the stool in front of him.

The bar is polished finely, though maybe even more so than usual due to the presence of Master Diluc. His appearance at the bar is rare these days because of the looming dates of Dies Luctus and Ludi Harpastum -- but since the unfortunate passing of his father five years ago, the responsibility of coordinating the technicalities of the two events has since been passed to him.

You know firsthand that it’s a lot of work, but there is no one you feel safer leaving the job to than the man in front of you. He has proved time and time again that he is steadfast in all he does.

“Look who’s finally decided to show themselves.” Diluc nearly puts down the glass that he’s cleaning to ridicule you, a sure sign of his irritation. “I’d almost forgotten what you look like.”

Exhaling a light laugh, you shrug. “You know it’s busy up there. I barely have time for myself anymore, much less to come here.”

He shakes his head as if the explanation is so-so.

“You were never bad at sneaking out here before.” He quirks a brow, trading in the dry glass for another.

“That was before someone was murdered in the place I’m sneaking out from.” You point out, taking gratification in the way Diluc lets out a resigned sigh. “Of course, it hindered me a bit.”

You place the notebook on the counter as you speak, not missing the way Diluc’s eyes land on it briefly.

“Right.” He nods thoughtfully, lips thinning. “I hope you’re doing well. In that case, it’s better to stay where you can’t be hurt.”

“Glad I have your approval.” You nod, eyes trailing back to the menu board behind him. There is a good reason why the Dawn Winery is widely regarded as the finest winery in Teyvat -- Angel’s Share’s menu has remained consistent with classic favourites that have served multiple generations well.

“Here,” He nudges your usual order to you, and in a haze, you realise you must have spaced out. Mumbling a soft apology, you take the cold glass in your hands.

Diluc releases a quiet sigh, nudging the notebook with his knuckle. “Is something wrong? Do you need my help?”

“Kind of.” You admit, shrugging. He opens the binder with a curious hand. “It’s the catering needed for the sister celebrations coming up. It was given to me this morning.”

Diluc skims the pages silently, but you get the feeling he’d finished doing so long beforehand. He has always been so reserved, so thoughtful, even when you were children. His perseverance after the death of his father was something that you could never accomplish on your side of things, not even with time. Even as you stumbled behind, he grew capable -- capable of returning to see that you went in step with him, to the end.

“I… had assumed the festivities would be postponed at the very least, concerning the recent events.” He admits, eyes flickering up to meet yours. “Is that not the case?”

“What?” You scoff, gesturing to the book. “Of course not. The king probably gave me that to deliver because he’s sure to have a solution by the time it comes around. He wouldn’t dare miss it.”

“Do you believe that?”

It’s a harmless question with a simple answer, but it stops you short. To see Diluc, such a powerful man, so unsure sometimes leaves your hopes exceedingly low. You train your eyes on the wall of alcohol behind him in hopes that he will not notice your hesitance.

“...Fine. I don’t know what you’ve been told,” Continuing quietly, you’re suddenly acutely aware of the patrons near you. “I know that the longer it’s covered up, the worse it will get. But the issue will be gone by the time Dies Luctus starts, even if I have to make sure of it myself.”

“We’ve had problems before, but we’ve never missed it. And we won’t this time either.”

Diluc nods silently, your unspoken message reaching him clearly. Since your mother, the queen’s, murder almost six years ago, you have not once missed Dies Luctus -- the event is a memorial for the dead, but it is much more to you. Out of the three hundred and sixty five days a year, it is the only one your father will ever acknowledge that the queen is gone.

“Then I’ll do what I can to help.” Diluc leans down on the counter on one elbow, all so that he can come closer to your face. It’s as if he believes your distance will affect how clearly you remember his threatening concern. “You need to tell me if anything else happens, okay?”

You can’t help a smile, leaning back. “So you will accept my request this time, Master Diluc?”

He shakes his head, fighting a smile. The jab of sudden formality is something that you will never let go of, even if he refuses to use your own title in return.

“I hope I won’t have to.”

You fear many things. darkness, the unspeakable acts spoken of in rumours that reach the castle’s halls, occasionally you even let your imagination fill in the blanks -- but not even the stormiest nights can compare to the dread that ferments deep in your bones in this moment.

A cold sweat breaks out over your neck as you lay still, waiting, praying for the movement outside your door to still. There are two guards stationed outside your door on a typical night, and you have learned their schedules and how to recognise their gaits gradually over the hours of sleepless nights. Such an abundance of interruption is definitely rare.

They are ordered to stay still so as not to disturb you, but the sounds that reach your ear are distinctly unnatural, and unnervingly close. Surely, you're just paranoid. You can only hope.

The curtains are drawn halfway shut across the room, letting the only source of light in through tiny gaps and slivers. It paints a suspenseful image as muffled noises come to a stuttering stop outside your door. Your breath catches as you’re shocked back into attention by a large thump against the wood. Abruptly, you sit up, clutching the sheets in a grip that has your knuckles turning white. Something is wrong.

Suddenly, someone steps carefully into your room. You eye the man warily. Because your guards rotate in shifts that change in the early morning, you cannot recall ever seeing the faces of the men who guard you while you rest.

Breath stumbling, you ask, “…What’s going on?”

The guard shakes his head silently, face hidden beneath the haze of the night that blankets the room. You swallow thickly.

“You aren’t my guard, are you?” You say quietly.

A thousand thoughts run through your head. Is this perhaps your karma for pursuing the killer? It may only be your luck that has brought them to you, a harbinger of death is certainly a disposition that would find you eventually. But no amount of self pity or regret could overtake the fear that seizes you.

“Clever.” When the fake finally responds, his voice is deeper than you had expected it to be. “I was told that you weren’t able to recognise your guards. Though, I presume that isn’t completely true, am I right, Your Highness?”

The man is quick and virtually soundless as he crosses the floor, all but for the way his boots occasionally clink together. Your heart sinks as his supposed plan comes together in your head.

“Don’t.” You order him sternly, putting out a shaking palm that betrays your voice. “How- how close do you think my other guards are? I presume you weren’t told how quick their rounds are?”

It’s a complete and utter lie — no matter how close any patrolling guards are, the ones you mention are hours away from arriving. But you notice it when his body stills for a moment anyway. In slight panic, you throw your covers back and stand in a helpless attempt to gain leverage.

“Don’t move.” He warns, putting out an empty hand. “You have the choice to make this a lot easier for the both of us.”

You scoff quietly, the sound broken. “...And let you kill me?”

You frown, trembling hand reaching for the abandoned cup of tea on the nightstand with a vengeance. But the man follows your movements too quickly, coming close and tearing the ceramic from your grip. The cold liquid splashes harmlessly back onto him.

He is faster than you in every sense. The late hour muddles more than just your mind, leaving ample opportunity for his hand to wrap around your collar and bring you closer. You half expect to see a creature of nightmares -- a mangled face, soulless eyes, but instead you’re met with the blank canvas of a black masquerade mask. Not even his eyes are visible through the tiny gaps.

The cold edge of his knife presses into the skin of your neck, the same wide hand pulling your back to his chest. Your eyes grow wide at what little patience the man seems to have.

“...Who are you?” You breathe, grimacing as the blade presses farther into your skin. It’s cleverly positioned, deep enough to draw blood yet still shallow enough to lift most of the pressure from your voice. No words pass between you as he looks over you from the depths of his mask, silent and patient.

“Did you take the chamberlain’s life like this, too?” You choke, gasping for air as you begin to feel the gash on your neck slide open further with each word. “Or were you kinder to her?”

A small groan of pain leaves your mouth hanging open as he jolts the metal -- it’s not enough to hurt you a large amount, but it quiets you nonetheless. You wince when he says,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve killed no one yet.” He says, breath hot against your ear. “You should worry about yourself.”

Unwelcome shock ripples through your chest. Of course, he must be bluffing, but you can’t quiet your mind long enough to focus on the implications of his words. It’s fairly obvious due to the burlesque way he holds onto you, but you suspect if the man put any amount of his normal strength forward, you would stand no chance.

Brashly, you hiss, “Are you dragging this out on purpose?”

You can hear the smile in his voice as he speaks. “Only if you’d like me to, Princess.”

“…You say pointless things.” You grumble, trembling hand shooting up to latch onto his clothed wrist. Most of your willpower goes into keeping your voice still, but any semblance of control you attempt to fake is lost on your body. Though, he pays no mind to you.

You’re even almost certain he mirrors your look of irritation as he finally dares to make a calculated slash across your neck. Gasping in pain, your legs falter. It is exceedingly thin, barely noticeable for all but the way you bleed. The wound that opens across your neck meets the cold air all too fast, hot blood ghosting across the mess of hands at your collar.

He seems to think his warning will convince you to secede.

Hesitantly, you speak, nearly gagging at the sensation of blood that drags down your throat. “Do you enjoy holding my life in your hands?”

Your captor doesn’t respond, circling you to your front cautiously. He keeps the knife to your throat as a precaution before finally allowing the mask he wears to slip over the bridge of his nose. Chilling blue eyes stare back at you, clean and free of emotion. For a moment, these eyes seem hauntingly familiar -- but you force yourself to quit dwelling on the man that holds a knife to your throat.

“And if I do?”

The challenging words ignite a sense of desperation in you. You have little ability to fight back, fearing your delicate wound opening into something more; your blood already makes a mess of anything it can reach, and you doubt you can withstand it for much longer.

“Then,” You’re breathing heavily as his eyes narrow. “Try your best.”

You had first learned how to hold a dagger beneath the shade of a grapevine on your thirteenth birthday -- it had been a drab thing, metal worn and rusted from years of disuse. Yet, Diluc had sworn to you that it was as good as any. With his skills, maybe that was true, but as you took the handle like you would a kitchen knife, you knew immediately that you would have a different experience.

The concept was at first no more than a way to have fun, intended for an impossibly different future. Though, you’ve always had a sneaking suspicion that Diluc took his role as a teacher seriously -- he almost embodied the position as he guided you, solidifying your once meagre skills.

Then Diluc received a vision.

Pyro and matching his once upbeat personality, the fifteen year old that had received it was delighted. Quickly, he lost the need to know how to throw a knife, and how to utelise it as an effective weapon. He had many other things at his disposal that were much more interesting, after all.

And yet, he stayed with you. He continued to teach you everything he knew, even as he began to forget it himself. You make a mental note to never admit that you’re the same, that most of his words from back then are lost to time. But, as frustrated tears well up in your eyes, you’re suddenly unsure if you’ll ever get the opportunity to see him again.

Because in truth, you are more human than you give yourself credit for. You pale in the face of danger just as anyone else would, losing your reason just as fast as you may lose your blood -- but the difference in you, is that you will seldom let people say they have bested you.

With a staggering breath, you back away suddenly, wincing at the slight grit of metal releasing skin as you move. There are no easy countermeasures to take, no hidden weapons tucked away for situations like these. The man points his weapon at you easily, threats materialising in his gaze as he takes a step forward. You take a step back in return.

“If you come quietly, I’ll make it hurt less”

The same dreaded pattern continues until the back of your knees hit the bed.

“And if I don’t? You’ve had ample opportunity to take my life, and yet you haven’t.” You say bitterly, hiding the way your hands shake behind your back. The knife he holds still shines red with the tint of your blood. “If you’re trying to hold me for ransom, I’d save your breath.”

He seems amused, but there’s a flicker of genuine interest over his face. Thumbing the knife in his grip, he asks quietly,

“And why is that, Your Highness?”

You don’t respond. Turning quickly to slip the notebook from beneath your pillow, the weighted canvas is heavy in your hand. His eyes widen as you swing it over him directly, and though it misses the target you had intended, you’re able to knock the dagger from his unsuspecting hands.

But, you’re too sloppy as you dive for it. The man catches up to you easily, taking the window you struggle to pull you back into his chest as the knife clatters to the floor. You cry out as he forces your neck upwards, tears rushing to your eyes.

“Not so fast.'' He clenches his jaw, grip tightening over your throat as tears rush to your eyes. “I’ve heard how good you are with a knife.”

Fighting the darkness that threatens to invade your vision, you croak and claw at his arms. “If- if you didn’t kill the chamberlain, why are you here?”

“Cooperate, then I'll tell you.” The man grits. You let out a desperate groan.

In a hopeless attempt to gain leverage, you jump – he’d made the easy mistake of letting your feet touch the ground, giving your flailing limbs enough time to push into him. The nauseating sound of bone hitting bone suddenly resounds in the quiet room, though it’s moderately covered by the obstinate curses of the man behind you. He releases his grip on you reflexively. Coughing furiously, you shove your weight back into him with all of your might.

When he staggers, you take the opportunity to tackle him down, forcing your weight on top of him before he can counter. Now, as your legs straddle him, you hold the knife to his throat with one hand, the other holding one of his arms above his head.

Your captor’s body is completely relaxed, and though you know it’s a plot to get under your skin, it still scares you.

“Name your price,” You rasp, voice still weak from being briefly cut off. “Or I’ll kill you myself.”

The man says nothing, hair mussed and breathing heavy. His reason for breaking in must be so clouded that it blinds his own reasoning. In your mutual struggle, his mask has started to slip further beneath his eyes, though it saddens you slightly to know you have no free hand to reveal the man’s identity completely.

Your jaw locks as you push the blade into his skin. It catches you off guard when you notice his face shifting into an incredulous smile.

“I would never take the money of a fake King."

You push him into the ground, taking note of the way he grunts in response. “Be quiet.”

The man’s short laugh splits the air, the beginning of a bruise blooming on the underside of his chin.

A beat of uncomfortable silence passes between you. But, before the man can goad you any further, a shaking hand brings the knife away from his throat. In the most simple way, your thoughts are a jumble of wires – the shells of countless new plans that will never be anything more than inklings.

Consequently, you barely think anything of it when you decide to turn away, nothing more guiding your panicked aim than your wildly beating heart.

Even the man below you seems confused at your thought process. But as soon as the decorative vase sitting by the door shatters over the hard tile, he is competent enough to know that despite your compromising position, you are the only one of you who believes that you are fighting for your life.

You half expect the noise to set him off. But, the incoming danger does nothing more than make him attempt to break away from you.

You shout for anyone nearby before mustering the courage necessary to push him further into the tiled floor, cementing your palm into the nook of his wrists until he grimaces. A glimmer of something close to understanding rushes through his eyes.

“If you wanted to be close to me so bad, you could’ve said so.” He teases, though the fear in his voice is raw. It almost manages to catch you off guard.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you.” You spit, voice shaking as he attempts to fight back. Though you want to pride yourself in your ability to keep him down, something seems suspicious about it -- he had no problem overpowering you before, so a simple change in position shouldn’t be as important.

By now, you’ve certainly noticed the cerulean vision strapped to his hip, signifying his power threshold. Though, you’re unsure of whether his disuse of it frightens or relieves you more – he has certainly only been delaying the inevitable, but why?

It’s as if something had flipped in his mind. He’d certainly thought of something in his time since entering the room, but whether it was previous plans or an entirely new one, you don’t know.

Swallowing your doubts, you push more of your weight onto his arms. The man grunts.

“I don’t know what you want,” You breathe, force evident in your voice. “But you won’t get it.”

He conveniently manages to break out of your grip just as the door to your chambers slams open, a group of masked guards rushing in unhindered. You fall back onto the ground hard. But, as the man searches for a viable route of escape, one of the braver guards rushes forward to your side and yanks you out of harm’s way.

In their grip, you’re nothing but a bag of bones being strung along, stunned into silence.

The criminal’s mask has since been adjusted back to its normal position, and yet, you still feel the depths of his sheathed gaze when it finds yours. A frown is evident on his face.

“You’re going to regret this.” He speaks to you as if you’re still the only two in the room, focus inconveniently centred even as the guards in front of you begin to crowd him. A heavy hand comes up to ghost over the afflictions on your neck. The pain is fresh, blood adorning the shallow slit as well as a tightness that rests in the skin he had grabbed you. It will likely bruise.

But, you can’t find it in you to take pleasure in the way that he fends off the guards – he seems a decent match for them, an excellent fighter in his own right, but he plays the same wretched game and only you are aware of it. The man’s punches are too sloppy to be natural, his footwork too elementary to belong to someone who had quietly replaced a guard without issue.

Much to your chagrin, he’s soon placed in handcuffs. A jumble of threats courses through the room on the account of both parties. Though, you have to admit: however fake they may be, the man’s promises are certainly creative.

But most of all, you take great pleasure in seeing the guards at last pull back his mask, revealing his face to the full extent.

You gut twists as stunning sapphire eyes meet yours in full capacity for the first time. You can’t help but shudder at the sense of familiarity his appearance lends you, despite his plain clothes and foul mouth. Even more surprising, though, is the way he immediately seems to recognise your train of thought – his gaze cuts deep into you even without the handicap of a physical blade.

However, the words he attempts to convey are lost on you. And rather than feel dejected, you find comfort in your inability to understand. Because when you see the scratches up his arms, and the bruise that blooms dark on his chin, you don’t let yourself forget that in the end, he has lost.

He merely lets himself be pulled upright. Even if his eyes allude to pain, the man makes no effort to resist, nor to even elaborate as his form disappears beyond the doorway. He leaves almost entirely unscathed as you stand rigid in the scrapping he’d left behind.

You release a throaty cough, finally allowing yourself to sit up straighter from your tense position on the floor. There is very little you can do beyond touch the skin on your neck gingerly as the silence of the night begins to fade in.

It’s only now that you notice the guard that had originally caught you has hung back, silently waiting for the right moment to act -- a patient approach, but unfortunately, not a helpful one. Your lips thin in a strained frown as tears finally begin to spill over your cheeks.

The knight reaches out an armoured hand, concerned but mechanical -- this is merely his duty, not his want. You turn it down shakily, reeling back from his worry even if you want nothing more than for someone to be brave enough to look past your fear.

“My lady--”

“Find Master Diluc. Now.” You choke out, gaze turning on him as you stand shakily. “I- I will make my way to the infirmary--”

They reach out a hand once again, but this time, when you see it coming, you freeze.

The floor is hard against your body, and so, so unbearably real. You are not the farthest from death that you’ve ever been, but remembering the feeling of cool steel against your skin, you can’t help but wonder if it was closest. The gravity of the situation hits you all at once as the adrenaline drains from your blood.

The guard’s voice is distant as a mindful hand finally makes the jump to support you. Yet, as you choke on blood that you can’t touch, as desperation rises to your eyes, you realise you don’t have it in you to respond. You can do nothing but turn your painful gaze on them before you come so close to losing everything once again.

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3 years ago

jean bf headcanons [p2]

hehe jean brain rot time + some more general headcanons mixed in :]

warnings: a little bit of fem! implied reader

- despite you both having your own designated spaces in the bed, the entire thing might as well be yours. You lay sprawled out on any side and Jean either lazily adjusts you or just squeezes into whatever space beside you

- movie nights at least once a week. Contrary to what his manly man behavior suggests, no, Jean does not want to watch this super scary horror movie

- He has a fear of clowns and dolls so when you pull out the Annabelle movies he's already sweating.

-"You sure you wanna watch this movie, baby?" "Je~ean, you're not scared, are you?" "Well, I-, no, of course not, I- I just- I don't want you to be scared."

- You see right through his façade but pick another movie anyway. If you both still watch the horror movie, you're holding and rubbing his hand the entire time, his face partially hidden in your neck as he tries to disguise his fear as cuddling.

- He tenses up when something scares him and tries to hold in any scream or cry, but if one does slip out he obviously disguises it as a cough. Yeah sure, Jean, a popcorn kernel totally got stuck in your throat conveniently at every jumpscare.

- summertime with Jean!! He loves seeing you in any swimsuit whether it's a one-piece or a bikini, even if you're wearing one of those little sheer cover-ups the entire time

- you both suck at making sand castles and they end up lopsided and looking like they've melted.

- definitely collects seashells for you. He hides the prettiest ones from you to get them made into necklaces/gifts and it's always a pleasant surprise. You keep them all tucked away in a cute little jewelry box and wear them out on dates.

- Jean has this sort of mundane superpower where's he really good at telling what things you really want. You don't even have to say anything. You pick up a pair of pants and only look at it for ten seconds, but Jean can somehow tell if you actually really like them or not. He claims you have a tell but won't let you know what it is.

- He will try out any game you tell him about at least once. Doesn't matter if it's a girly dress up game or a first person shooter, he'll try it anyway.

- LOVES running his fingers through your hair (or over your scalp if you have super short hair). Loves having his hands on or near your head/face in general. Gives you head pats and calls you a good girl/boy

- Sings while he cooks but only when you're not home/he thinks you can't hear him because it makes him a little shy.

- Loves to dress you up because he loves seeing you in clothes that he picked out for you. You're both be lazing around the house and he gets this urge to spoil you so grab your bag, ya'll are going shopping.

- He tells you to pick a colour or a style(and maybe the store) and while you're looking at stuff in the shop, he's using the criteria you gave him to pick an outfit for you, it's like a game for him.

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3 years ago

Falling from a tree

. . .And whether they'd catch you

I'm in need of a bit of a pick me up, so returning to my roots of stupid headcanon lists with a romantic twist-ish... <33 I'll get to important stuff soon but I am just so tired these days. I hope it's okay have a nice day everyone :(( 🌸

Prompt: It appears you have climbed up a tree but aren't sure how to get back down. A scary situation, indeed. Don't worry, though! Your hero has arrived to save you! Just jump, and they'll catch you! ...Maybe.

Genre: Nonsense + sprinkles of fluff

Including: Kaeya, Xiao, Bennett, Tartaglia, Diluc, Arataki Itto, Scaramouche

Warning: You're jumping off a tree, mentions of injury, Scaramouche is not nice

Kaeya takes the opportunity to be a prince. He catches you bridal style and says something corny about how in love with him you must be. He walks away but doesn't put you down. Instead, striking up a conversation about why you were in that tree in the first place.

Xiao probably gives you a heart attack. You're quick to listen when he tells you to jump, knowing Xiao would never let you get hurt. However, instead of just standing like a normal person, he uses his elemental skill, teleporting and dashing with you seconds before you hit the ground. Physically, you are unharmed. So, mission success?

Bennett tries his best. When you jump for him, he catches you. ...Mostly. He isn't steady enough, and your sudden added weight causes him to fall. His head hits the ground, and he's out cold for a few minutes. You end up carrying him home.

Tartaglia is overconfident. "Don't worry, babe!" he repeatedly insists, "I've got this!" You look down at him. His stance is perfect, and his arms are outstretched. You jump, shutting your eyes. "I've got you! I've got you!" he says, and you collide with the earth a yard away.

Diluc is a silent hero. He catches you just fine but isn't sure what to do afterward. He does not hold people very often, and it is the catalyst for some embarrassing thoughts. He sets you down, and you thank him. He contemplates trying his luck but decides against it, instead advising you to always bring a ladder.

Arataki Itto is way too strong. He rips the tree out of the ground He plucks you right out of the air as you fall, tosses you over his shoulder like a ragdoll, and simply keeps walking wherever he was headed before this, leaving you dazed and confused.

Scaramouche promises he'll catch you. You have your reservations, but he implores you to trust him. Finally, you cave to his reassurance, and you jump. Scaramouche immediately turns to go home, and you hurt your leg.

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3 years ago

Genshin [All male characters] When you ask “What would you do if I disappeared?”

Notes: Feeding everyone.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, fem!reader

Warnings: not proofread, hints of death, implications of dying, mentions of death, bit of crack, bit of angst, bit of fluff, bit of everything

Personal Favourites in this work: Venti, Diluc, Albedo, Xiao

Aether

His sister is already missing. What do you think he would feel if you ask something like that?

The fear in him is real. It seems endless, all this looking around for his sister. Adding you going missing into the mix, it was like torture. Like an endless spiral down into an endless hole.

“Aether? It’s just a hypothetical question, you don’t have to think about it too mu–” you were really just blurting out thoughts and nonsense.

He pulls you in for a hug, one arm tight around your waist and the other behind your head. “Please don’t” he whispers. “I don’t have anything else,”

He’ll become a shell of himself if you disappear. He’d look for you, but he’ll shed tears every night.

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3 years ago

Ramadan Mubarak

< Pairs > Kaeya; Tohma; Diluc; Itto; Zhongli; Childe; Albedo; Scaramouche

< Summary > Muslim!Genshin Men and how they are during Ramadan

< Warnings > Lot's of spelling errors; Mentions of alcohol; Food; Religious themes (not super strong ones)

< Type > Fluff/humour

< Notes > Ramadan Mubarak :D This isnt really an 'x reader' but a few of them include you/reader. I wrote this for fun, so please be respectful

Tohma

- Makes the best food for Suhoor and iftar

- He checks up on everywhere during Ramadan, making sure they aren’t overworking themselves

- Since he doesn’t have to cook all that much during the day, he spends his time cleaning the estate or playing with the dogs. But sometimes, he takes up the cuddling offer with you

- He reads the Quran at night every day of the month, he has a slight accent whenever he speaks Arabic :D

Kaeya Alberich

- He stays up for suhoor, and will most likely pull an all-nighter most days

- The amount of alarms he has for suhoor is....scary

- Goes to the mosque barefoot because he lost all his shoes :skull:

- He would look so pretty in a black kurta- tell me otherwise

Diluc Ragnvindr

- he takes some time off work from the bar (staying halal, brother)

- Date man, he has three boxes filled with nothing but dates

- He gets a bit bored during the lectures, but he can still recite them word by word

Tartaglia

- when I tell you, he becomes a full on male wife during this month. He starts to cook for Suhoor right after iftar

- Stops fighting for the month, he works out instead, just not as much

- The way he recites surahs?!??

- “Mashallah comrade” is something you will hear every day

- He will drink zamzam water religiously (no pun intended)

Albedo

- pretty simple. He knows exactly what to eat for suhoor (usually goes for bananas or oranges)

- He makes snacks for Klee on days when she isn’t fasting

- His surah pronunciation is perfect each and every time (he has the soft tone with that perfect accent)

- Okay- he knows all the history behind Islam, tell me otherwise

Arataki Itto

- he competes with little kids on who knows more surahs

- Forgets he’s fasting often-

- The type to randomly laugh while praying

- Gorou or Sara have to remind him that he can’t beatbox

Zhongli

- leads the prayer

- His alarm for prayers is just his voice, he forgot how to set alarms

- Has the entire Quran memorized

- Another date and walnut man

Scaramouche

- He tries so hard not to swear, it’s so funny to see him struggle

- Often tricks Childe into accidentally breaking his fast

- He doesn’t wake up the harbingers during suhoor, let’s them sleep past sunrise

- He wears bangles a lot and steals all the sweets for himself

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3 years ago

Sleeping on their lap, shoulder or chest

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Characters: Kaeya, Diluc, Tartaglia, Zhongli, Baizhu, Dainsleif

Warning(s): Mentions of a deep wound and blood in Dainsleif's part.

Genre: Mostly fluff

Sleeping On Their Lap, Shoulder Or Chest

❅ ᴋᴀᴇʏᴀ

Laying on Kaeya's lap with his feathered fluffy scarf acting like a pillow while he's filling in paperwork at the Favonius Headquarters. It's all silent in the room as all you can hear are the slight shuffles of the paper, movement of the quil when being refilled with more ink and crackles of the fire from the candles.

His focus on the paperwork was suddenly on the soft yawn that had come from you. With him insisting that you can take a nap on his lap and that he'll wake you up when he's finished, you reluctantly agree and take his offer but when your about to thank him your eyelids start to grow heavier the more you keep them open.

Soon enough your eyes close and now your met with darkness as sleep has engulfed you full. Kaeya watched you fall into slumber and silently chuckles to himself before continuing on with the unwritten papers, unconsciously patting your head.

"Who knew that you would be able to make me feel welcomed like this love, you truly are the light in my dark path."

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❅ ᴅɪʟᴜᴄ

Diluc reading a book with you situated on his lap while he reads out to you. It's been a long and tiresome day at the bar having to deal with drunkards, specifically speaking of Kaeya and Venti, and now all he wants to do is to be in your company.

His voice was calming to the ear and you couldn't help yourself but to yawn numerous times as he continues to read out loud to the both of you. Of course it doesn't take long till he notices this and has offered for you to rest on his chest, happily accepting the offer you had moved to get into a comfortable position before laying your head on his firm chest.

Checking to see if your comfortable, he continues on with reading. And it's not long before your eyelids feel heavy as you desperately try to stay awake but alas, sleep has taken over you. Diluc noticed and lowered the book onto the bedside table, limiting his movements he adjusted the both of you to lay flat and covered your bodies with the blanket. Admiring your face for a while and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he just can't seem to get enough of you.

"Rest my little flame, tomorrow is a new day and I'll be there waiting."

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❅ ᴛᴀʀᴛᴀɢʟɪᴀ

Your currently sitting down at Tartaglias side in the Northland Bank helping him with finishing off some papers. There's no one in the building except for the two of you at this ungodly hour of night, all was seen from the window of his office were the shining lights of Liyue.

It's a calming atmosphere between you both, with you slightly humming a tune from time to time since he doesn't seem to mind it. Though you have yawned throughout it at times and he had tried several times to get to bed as he will follow on later after finishing them, yet stubbornly you seem to decline it every single time saying "I can wait, I'm not that tired."

Up until now where your soft snores have taken over the room. Chuckling to himself, he had quietly placed down his papers and quil for the night as he carefully stood up from his chair, carrying you bridal style to one of the spare couches in the room as he lays you on top of his chest and with a blanket over the two of you.

"Wow girlie, what ever are you going to do without me hm?"

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❅ ᴢʜᴏɴɢʟɪ

Zhongli's shoulders are a bit tense at first when you had placed your head upon it but after getting used to it he lets you do so willingly. As for the two of you, your both at the Funeral Parlour and there's only few people who are still working like Hu Tao and Zhongli himself.

You on the other hand had intended on visiting him and to accompany him while he's finishing off so he won't get so lonely. He even had some tea brewed up for the two of you while chatting, Zhongli's doing most of the talking though, about the history of Liyue and the contracts that have been made throughout.

Let's be honest, with a voice like his there's no possible way that you won't be able to fall asleep after a while. He takes note of it and gently guides your head to his shoulders and slings his arm around your waist to ensure that you won't slip off the seat next to him while continuing to do his work.

"Oh, it seems like my storytelling has bored you enough haha. A bit of shut-eye doesn't seem to hurt, sleep well gem."

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❅ ʙᴀɪᴢʜᴜ

It's a clear day in the Bubu Pharmacy and Baizhu had once again ordered Qiqi to go out and gather some herbs while he stayed to take care of the clients. You had offered to go along and help Qiqi with herb gatherings yet she had kindly declined your offer and with that she had begun to leave the pharmacy.

Now leaving you with Baizhu and some other workers, he had been observing you at times and has seen that you'd became drowsy at times and how you would take "a small nap" only for it to become a full 1 hour+ rest on your work table.

Seeing that, he had allowed for you to rest your head on his shoulders, despite his weak physical condition, as it was still to early in the morning for any customers to come in. Just be careful of Changshen that's situated on his shoulders too.

"My my, doing yourself in no good such as getting the lack of sleep isn't going to help much, dear. Take some shut-eye but be careful of Changshen, she doesn't like it when she's squashed."

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❅ ᴅᴀɪɴꜱʟᴇɪꜰ

It's not everyday that the two of you rest in order to eliminate the abyss order but when you do, you can find yourself situated on Dainsleif's lap with your head leaning against his chest listening to the surroundings and his starry cape wrapped around your form.

It's night and the two of you are taking refuge underneath a big sakura tree in Inazuma, initially the both of you were dealing with some abyss mages and shadowy husks. Everything was going well until a shadowy husk had caught you off guard allowing yourself to be vulnerable for a minute and before you know it, it had attacked your figure leaving a deep cut into your skin.

Dainsleif was able to wipe out the others of his powers and now leaving yourself and him, he was going to question you if you were able to move forward but upon seeing your form he did quick work of the wound and cleaned up the blood before patching it up. This is now resulting in where you're at now, relaxing at your pace as Dainsleif's looking over your form.

"Perhaps it would've been greater if you wouldn't have joined me from the beginning, there's a lot more to go through but if you're able to keep up then I guess travelling with you is something I'll continue to look forward to."

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3 years ago

— GENSHIN BOYS + REUNIONS

feat. kamisato ayato, zhongli, arataki itto, tartaglia

note. grrrrr

AYATO returns under the gentle touch of midnight. your hair swirls in sakura-scented wind, a salted sea breeze catching upon his skin as he draws closer, sword drifting in tow. when you finally meet, it’s the sweet brush of fingertips over your cheeks, a thumb swiped over the rise in them, the tickle of an eyelash against calloused skin—and he laughs. the sound just as delightful as that of waves against rocks, rain against rooftops. and when he kisses you, finally, you can feel yourself being drenched in everything that is him.

ZHONGLI knows you as well as any memory, your skin coveted by antiquity, by the movement of your body and the air that bites at your nose, your cheeks, the tips of your fingers. there’s a warmth in his hands, in the caress of his skin over yours, in the wake of his breath against your shoulders—sweetness that could feel like energy itself. it’s a reunion of divinity, earthly only in the sense of the sublime. it’s pull to you that feels like something melancholy, and yet kisses cascade down the skin of your back like they could only exist from joy.

ITTO could be the warmth of the sun—hands fluttering over your cheeks only to be followed by kisses. he’s laughter, the unbridled kind, sweet enough to be the petals of lilies and roses. he smiles against your skin, pulls you close enough to bury himself in you. this kind of reunion feels like one of a thousand years, but it’s only the second thunderstruck sunrise, and he’s treating it as the last. so he kisses you. again and again. pulling you into him to make you more than memory.

TARTAGLIA returns with the scent of dusk and slashes of some kind of saccharine horror. when your hands follow the soon-to-be scars, he bows his head to you. it’s a movement of apology, of retribution, almost of atonement. if his sins could be written along the expanse of his skin, across every freckle, every scar, it would be your cleansing touch that would set him free. and so he returns. he returns, he returns, he returns.

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3 years ago

Main Bnha Three with a Scarlet Witch S/O please?

Sure thing sweets I hope you enjoy it.

Title : Mha boys with a Scarlet Witch S/O

Characters : Katsuki/ Shouto/ Izuku

Genre : mostly fluffy/ a little angsty/ headcanons

Y/n's Quirk : Warping, teleportation, telekinesis, flight

Weakness : using your powers for extended periods of time without rest affects your mental status.

Note : Please keep in mind that Scarlet Witch is from a different universe which means that in order for y/n to possess similar powers, some changes need to be done to keep things as natural as possible. This is why I picked some of the original Witch's powers which can go together harmoniously without seeming like you have more than one quirk, and at the same time to reserve the originality of your character.

Masterlist

Bakugo :

Possessing a quirk like yours made it hard for you to make friends growing up, the kids were intimidated and sometimes even scared of you. And you've made your peace with being alone most of the time, until you met Katsuki.

He approached you first -but not in a flirty manner- he was just admiring your quirk since he found it unique, and you were happy to have found someone to talk to.

He found you interesting and liked watching you using your quirk, and soon enough you two became joined at the hip.

It wasn't long before you two realized that your feelings were much greater than those of a friendship.

After you two became a couple, Katsuki was just the proudest guy to have someone as strong and as cool as you are in his life and by his side.

He would comfortably and happily admit that you are the only person who can easily kick his ass.

Your quirk allows you to understand and sense how people feel, and you use that whenever Katsuki has a hard time expressing himself to you or to others.

You have to be partnered up with him during missions because he feels like you two are capable of winning any fight if you're together.

Sometimes you get weak and emotionally drained after using your quirk for a long duration, and whenever something like that occurs, Katsuki is there for you.

He would leave the fight in the capable hands of his comrades and rushes to your side. The first thing he does is taking you away from the scene and to a more peaceful one.

He would allow you to cry or scream or even hit him, depending on how you're feeling at the moment. And once you've calmed down you'd apologize immediately and profusely, and his response is always the same, he smiles and kisses your tears away, reminding you that he will forever be by your side.

Shouto :

You two worked at the same agency for a while before you could even have the guts to approach one another. And even when that happened, it was because you were paired up in a mission.

Both of you are introverts, which is why it was a little awkward between you two at the beginning. You tried your hardest to come out of your shells and it was fun to watch you two struggle with regular small talks as opposed to your savagery during a fight.

You two are extremely powerful in your own unique way: his quirk is eye-catching and flashy, whereas yours is much more understated and subtle, which is why you two work perfectly together.

What started as comradery soon turned into something else, and your quirks were no longer the only thing you liked about each other.

Working side by side as a couple hasn't got so many differences from doing so as mere colleagues. That being said, there was one thing that actually changed in Shouto's behavior. He became a lot more concerned about your safety.

Having worked together for a while, he is familiar with how the unrestrained use of your quirk can affect your psyche, which is why he forces you to retreat as soon as he notices a change in your behavior.

Even so, there are times when he's a little too late to take notice of your state, in which case you find yourself swept up your feet and carried away to a safer place.

And it goes both ways, you use your quirk to ease his mind whenever things get rough especially with his family.

You understand when he needs your help because he walks up to you, takes your hands in his and places your palms on his cheeks, all the while looking deeply into your eyes. And it's like looking at a cute little puppy.

And you are greatly thankful that your quirk is able to ease your beloved's troubled mind, the way he's able to ease yours.

Izuku :

He was fascinated by you the moment you two were assigned to the same mission.

He approached you afterwards, bombarding you with questions about your quirk and about the way you use it.

He told you that the type of quirk you two have is somewhat the same, as he possesses One For All which is a stockpile of numerous quirks, and you possess multiple powers yourself.

Seeing him speaking enthusiastically made your heart flutter. He was probably the first person to not only speak to you casually, but also admire your powers.

You learned that -he too- was kind of a loner growing up. And when people avoided you because they were scared of your quirk, they avoided him because he was quirkless before receiving One For All.

Growing up, everyone around you constantly insisted that the powers you have are perfect for a villain. And at some point you believed it yourself, but Izuku helped you restore your confidence after years of self doubt caused by your quirk.

You became his shadow ever since then, and he found it cute how you kept following him around everywhere he goes.

You were the first to declare your love to him, but it took you a while to actually gather up your courage and stutter your confession. Thankfully, he too had the same feelings for you and was ecstatic hearing you shyly talk about your love for him. That day was the day you shared your first kiss, and that is something you will never forget.

You are always there for one another, during missions and whatnot. Both of your quirks can leave you overburden and mentally exhausted, and it's up to the other person to stabilize the one in need.

You are each other's number one fan, and each other's favorite person, so you make sure to remind the other of that.

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3 years ago

THE GENSHIN MEN + THE WAY THEY KISS

feat. arataki itto, kamisato ayato, xiao, zhongli

warnings. kissing!!! i love itto so much

ITTO’s kisses are messy. it’s your face in his hands and scattered lips along your jaw—all laughter pricking your skin and smiles stretching against your mouth. he mumbles words—messy strings of syllables and scattered i love you’s slipping from his throat, and you’re sure if you’re ever to find something akin to rapture—if heaven could form between the heat of your cheeks and the palms of his hands—this would be the point of discovery.

AYATO’s kisses are quiet. it’s sneaking into your room through streaks of moonlight and the stretch of silhouettes along silken sheets. it’s heavy words being carried through light whispers and the shadow of lips against your own—a touch meant for nothing more than to swallow you whole. if love was crafted through an action—if there was a way to hold the creation of things between your teeth, this would be it—he would be it.

XIAO’s kisses are nothing if not nervous. it’s treating your skin like porcelain—like a shift too fast or a grip too strong could shatter you beneath his fingertips. it’s the shared shakiness of breath and the blushing of cheeks and the stretch of the newborn sun across the sky. it’s hesitant i love you’s—as if every syllable is as much a weapon as it is a declaration; as if tonight could very well be as much a goodbye as it is a hello.

ZHONGLI’s kisses carry a whisper of promise. it’s ancient memory breathed across your lips—a wisdom of the sky above your head and the ground beneath your feet and the power in your bones spilling across your skin. it’s the knowing that i love you means forever, that if this is ever to end, memory will hold you in its palms and your words will never leave his mind, just as your voice echos from your throat.

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3 years ago

Things they do when they're madly in love

a/n; there might be a part 2 later on~

! genre; fluffy heart melting fluff

! characters; Childe, Kaeya, Diluc, Ayato, Venti, Zhongli, Thoma, Kazuha x gn!reader

Reblogs are highly appreciated!! ^-^

CHILDE- likes hugging you from behind, mostly times when you're not paying attention to him. He lives off to see the surprised face your make every time he does it. >.<

KAEYA- gives you the most comforting cuddles in Teyvat. When you're having a bad day, he doesn't hesitate to have you wrapped around his arms. It works every single time like magic. poof! you're back to your usual self

AYATO- loves teasing you, anytime anywhere! He makes you laugh a lot too! The sound of your laugh lights up his day instantly, the picture of your smile makes him smile like an idiot madly in love.

rest utc!

DILUC- sure is a busy man, but he will never forget to make time for his dearest. Having his chin plopped right on your head while he does paperwork, resisting the urge to grab your chin and aggressively make out with you ///-///

VENTI- gives you headpats everytime you guys meet up, ruffling your hair and messing it up is included. He also chuckles when you smack his arm playfully. Hopefully you're not too mad at him :T

ZHONGLI- is a gentleman, he opens doors for you to enter first. And he lets you do his daily hair! Braid it or whatever he doesn't care, as long as it's made by you...he loves it.

THOMA- cooks breakfast in bed for you, he knows all your favorite dishes. If you ever overworked yourself, he'd scold you like a mom does. Don't worry, he's not angry just a little worried, he loves you too much to be mad at you. <33

KAZUHA- is cheesy as hell, he kisses the back of your hands. Showers you with sweet compliments too. By the end of your day together, you'll be as red as a thomato (haha get it?)

MASTERLIST

Thanks for reading! <3

Bestie's Brother.

Hi!! If Its Ok Could I Request Some HCs For Ayaka Whos Best Friend Is The Reader N Reader Is Dating Ayato?

Ayaka loves to tease you about dating Ayato. You met her first and the two of you became close extremely quickly. Thoma was pretty much used to having you around the house as was Ayato. Though, he was extremely busy, so you didn’t see much of him.

You asked Ayaka since you wanted to learn a little bit about Ayato. She told you everything she knew, not suspecting anything. Little did she know, you had a huge crush on Ayato. You didn’t want to tell her because how weird would that have been?

Well, somehow, Ayato managed to find time for you (since he had a crush on you too). Slowly, the time spent together became more. You two ended up becoming more.

It originally started out as a secret because you didn't have the heart to admit to Ayaka you were dating her brother.

You were nervous that Ayaka would hate you for it but it was quite the opposite. She was happy for two reasons. She trusted the person her brother was dating and she trusted the person her best friend was dating. It worked out well.

Ayaka takes any chance she can to tease you or Ayato. Ayato just gets flustered and tells her to mind her own business as he drags you off to who knows where.

She’s sharp. Watch out for her ^w^.

Alternate: Ayaka sets you up!

Ayaka knew you were single, you didn’t exactly try to hide it- you weren’t embarrassed or ashamed. She’s not one to pry into your business but over the course of the few years you two have known each other, she sort of figured out you were the perfect person for her brother.

He needs a partner. You need a partner. Perfect, right? Was that her only requirement? Yeah, kinda.

Anyway, so Ayaka decided to set up a little date between you and Ayato. She claimed that she wanted to have dinner with you at Komore Teahouse and you agreed. She told Ayato she wanted to have dinner with him to celebrate a recent achievement. Both of you were so naive.

Once you both were there, Thoma came to inform you that Ayaka had gotten busy and wouldn’t be showing up. You two genuinely thought she was busy so you just spent the dinner with each other. Of course, Ayaka wasn’t busy, in fact, she was in the room beside yours and she was definitely listening in to your conversation.

Ayaka wasn’t done, though, no she set up multiple dates like this and 9/10 she flaked, claiming she was busy. It took a couple of dates… ok, it took a few dates before you and Ayato realized she wasn’t actually busy.

Eventually, he asked you out on a real date and Ayaka was beyond happy. You, of course, were quite happy too. It was a real date with someone you’d been in love with for a while.

Ayaka takes every chance to tease you and Ayato about your relationship. It’s all in good fun, but she loves to see your face- or his- turn bright red.

It’s adorable.

You’re adorable.

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3 years ago

nicknames — genshin impact

summary: if any at all, what are the different nicknames genshin impact men would call you??

characters: ayato, zhongli (i love these two, geo gramps came home so <3), diluc and childe.

warnings: fluff, fluff, wholesome and nice fluff, some hints of possessiveness here and there, nicknames duh. also this was written before ayato’s release so beware of the ooc-ness!

author’s note: y'all drop nothing in my inbox for requests so here’s this. you’re welcome.

AYATO would definitely and absolutely go with a nickname that lowkey gets on your nerves. he somehow gets a kick out of the exasperated sigh that leaves your mouth whenever the irritating endearment is caught by your ears. things like “squirrel” and “sweetcakes” are definitely his favourites because whenever he’s stressed out from all his works as a clan head and the yashiro commisioner, he calls you out in these cringey af names as loud as he can, so loud that all the seven nations and celestia might hear. when you asked him how in the name of the archons did he come up with it, he just said that your cheeks looked like a squirrel’s when you were stuffing them with the cake he bought for you and boy when i say that you get the worst case of cringey secondhand embarrasment upon yourself whenever he says it, but you can’t blame him, your reaction is too adorable! other times, however, when you’re not in the best of moods or had had a very exhausting day or when the tiredness gets the very best of him, he’d put his own mischief aside and engulf you in a very soothing embrace, whispering all sorts of comfort to you in the most gentle possible voice whilst calling you “my darling” and never once did you leave his embrace with any spot of negativity in you.

“how do you do today, my fair squirrel? WAIT COME BACK I’LL STOP CALLING YOU THAT!!”

“hm…? ah… it’s you, darling. come, the night is still young… would you care for some tea? it seems that you have much to tell… pardon? a hug? you know that you never need ask, right?”

CHILDE would go ahead and use something that lets every person in a 5000 mile radius know that you’re taken. give or take, he’d be lowkey possessive and being honestly, it either ends up with you getting a stomach spasm with how you laughed or your cheeks feeling like every pyro vision had been pressed against them. say you’re out shopping with him (and you confirm that this happens more times than is legal) and some person looks at you any way that would be classified as “funny” or “inappropriate” in his mindest, or archons forbid, if they try and to get touchy feely with you and you yourself don’t like it, he would be behind or beside you faster than you’d seen paimon dashing for food. then, he’d casually wrap an arm around your waist or across your shoulders and look in the other direction while saying in the clearest possible voice, “doesn’t that shop make weapons? i was thinking of getting my arrows sharpened. c'mon, sweetheart, let’s check it out. and you were thinking of getting a sword, weren’t you? i think that shop has a good variety, babe.” or something like that. he’d always make sure to get at least three or five nicknames in. hey, don’t blame him. he knows you’re perfect, and he doesn’t want to be sharing that with anyone. he also likes to call you “partner” when you both are sparring (you cannot tell me that you don’t spar when being with this man right here istg). it makes him feel satisfied and complete. and besides, it’s most fitting for someone who is you! you’ve been with him and beside him through the hardest possible things, agreeing to do basically everything he pleads you to (not that you didn’t enjoy the shenanigans he got up to with you), that makes you both partners-in-crime and partners-for-life, doesn’t it?

“come on, partner, that all you got?! you’re making this too easy, wanna lose the bet and kiss me that bad, huh? oh yeah? put your money where your mouth is, let’s how long you’ll last, sweetie.”

DILUC . thinks that your name is the most beautiful and endearing thing that will ever leave his mouth, even if he’d never let kaeya poke into his opinions on you, who manages to capture the eye and heart of the stoic red haired man. more often than not at all, he’ll call you “love,” but that will be behind closed doors and when you’re both alone with each other. it’s not that he’s embarrased and ashamed is something he will never ever be when he’s with you. quite the opposite, actually. he cherishes you, he loves you, because the feeling of warmth, of home, of gentle and accepting love, he didn’t realise how much he needed it, how much he craved it until you came into his life. that’s exactly the reason why he doesn’t quite like a nickname, he just thinks that your name, the name of the person whom he could show his worst to and not have to have his true emotions sealed away behind that placid mask of gentlemanly indifference with, is the very perfect one for you, there’s no other title, or alias or reference that can match up to that. it’s a very beautiful name, and somehow rolls of his tongue just right. whenever he thinks of it, your bright grinning face over some dessert or your embarrased sputtering when he gifts you something that you’d consider off the charts expensive flashes through his mind, leaving the streets of mondstadt gawking at the sight of the diluc ragnvindr of dawn winery smiling, was the world to end tomorrow?

“hm..? what is it? your hands are cold… well, that’s what you get for not listening to me when i asked you to go bring a pair of gloves because it would be cold tonight, [name]. mine will be too big for you, well… would you like to hold my hand, then?”

ZHONGLI stands on the very pinnacle of being a gentleman and he makes sure to let you know how precious and irreplaceable you are to him, and so the a quite frequent yet heart-touching nickname he calls you is “beloved.” it became a very frequent word to leave his mouth, so much so that it had become instinct for him to refer to you as such. he completely and utterly adores your name, don’t get it wrong, he loves how aesthete it is and how easily it slips off of his tongue, but calling you his “beloved” seems so much more fitting to just show how much you meant to him, who had spent millenia and after millenia alone and constantly loosing dear people. more often than not, though, you might catch him calling you “dearest.” the sheer affection that the name comes laced in never fails to make your heart and brain go haywire. you didn’t know how simple words that meant very little when said by other people would become one of the best things you ever would look forward to hearing when it came from him. one of the particular moments he remembers that relate to his was when he had a purposeful slip of tongue while you both were travelling across the minlin region, just for a getaway from the busy life you both lived. you were just about to fall into slumber’s welcoming arms, when he leant over and unexpectedly whispered into your goddamn ear “sweet dreams to you, my fairest.” and zhongli himself didn’t know what he found more adorable, your aflamed visage or your 2 minute late reaction.

“good afternoon, beloved, should we head to xinyue kiosk for lunch? i’ve heard they’ve come out with a particularly interesting dish that has been inspired from inazuman cuisine. hm? oh… mora… it seems i… forgot to take that factor into account.”

“put those papers away, dearest. your work ethic will show no signs of improvement unless you get adequate rest. shall i brew you some tea?”

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3 years ago

Kisses in the Morning

Kamisato Ayato x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: Ayato wants to kiss reader but they do it before him

What's in the web: Fluff, established relationship

A/n: I'm starting my Ayato grind. Reblogs are appreciated!

The brightness of the sun peeked through the slits of the curtain, painting the walls in a warm color. Shifting inside the blankets, Ayato begrudgingly opened his eyes, unprepared for the day. It pained him to wake up every day. Yet, that is how he had to live his life. That is when he looked over to you.

The blanket adorned your figure perfectly as you shifted ever so slightly, a light blush on your cheeks and a peaceful look on your face.

To be honest, he wanted to stay like this, asleep and forever with you. Slight tightness in his chest as he felt scared if he ever lost you. The thought of you leaving killed him. All those good memories he had with you, all those bumps in your relationship, and all those stressful times with you. It all left a smile on his face and a giddy feeling in his chest.

He was in love with you. As he lay there in silence, a thought poked at his brain. What if he woke you up with a kiss?

He smirked, picturing the embarrassed face you'll make for him. He's always adored the blushing mess you were after his teasing, yet he couldn't do it. Even after leaning into you -leaving centimeters of space- he grew embarrassed.

He wasn't one to do such cliche and overly-romantic things so, of course, this would embarrass him. At least, this is what he thinks is cliche. He leans in once more, only to hesitate. A million thoughts ran through his head. What if you woke up and saw him? What if you rejected the kiss? What if you didn't wake up?

Suddenly, watching as your eyes opened and stared at him. A sigh left your lips, almost a disappointed one.

"Well, if you won't do it, I will."

Soft lips captured him as you leaned into him. A light blush was present on his face as you pulled away from him. His face filled with shock as you got up from the futon.

"I'll go help Thoma with breakfast; prepare yourself as you have a meeting in an hour." You started as you walked out of your shared room, leaving the man in a shocked yet drunken state. He sat up and stared at the door as a small smile grew onto his lips.

"You're too much, (Y/n)."

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3 years ago

drunkenly sneaking back into the kamisato estate is more difficult than you thought it would be. the fact that you couldn’t see properly in the dark with your woozy vision or how ayato has his hands glue gripped to your waist, it was proving to be quite a mission. he’d be standing behind you, head in the crook of your neck and his breath smelling like the cheap inazuma beer because apparently it gets you drunk quicker. that proves to be true as you try and slide the key into the door to his private quarters at the back of the estate.

“ayato wait… wait… just let me open this-“

but he cuts you off, sneaking his head around to peck your lips to which you lean into despite your mission. he’s useless at this moment with a one track mind.

“mhm just twist the key baby, it’s not hard.” he murmurs, kissing up your neck and you’re trying to open the door.

you whine, even stamping your foot, “then why isn’t it—“ and all of a sudden you both fall forward into his quarters like bowling pins, ayato’s hand flying to your stomach to stop you from falling on your face.

“good job, i knew you could do it,” and ayato continues what he wanted to do outside, now pushing you against the closed door and pressing his lips to yours, sliding his hand to your ass and squeezing. you mumble a little moan and ayato’s about to stick his tongue in your mouth before you’re rudely interrupted.

“ahem. brother?”

you scream, covering your mouth with your hand and gripping ayatos arm with your other. ayato, however, doesn’t even jump, just slowly turns around and sighs. his little sister, ayaka is perched on one of the chairs, all curled up with a book with the moonlight guiding her along the pages.

“sister. go to bed.” he deadpans. what does a man have to do to just kiss his girlfriend in peace? he tries to sneak his arm back around you but you shrug him off.

“let’s go to my room nooow.”

“sorry you had to see that, kamisato-sama.” you bow, and you hold your head when you come back up from the quick motion in your drunken state. ayaka covers her mouth to hide her laugh.

“what are you doing? baby, let’s go,” ayato whines beside you but you look at him wide eyed.

“she’s a kamisato! i don’t want a bad impression!”

“what? so am i!”

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3 years ago

Ayato boyfriend headcanons;

✰ Characters: Kamisato Ayato/reader.

✰ Words: 1k.

✰ SFW ; slightly sug//gestive, but not much. gn!reader.

Warnings: LE//AKS, speculation here and there, since he isn’t released yet.

A/N: sigh.

Okay, so… Ayato. Ayato Kamisato.

From what I understood from Itto’s voice lines, he’s.. part himbo. Like, yes, i think he’s extremely intelligent, cunning, but also kinda himbo-ish. Like, a smart himbo. Do you get me? Please say yes.

So, i think he loves, LOVES to tease you. He’ll lie on his side on the floor, waving his fan and seemingly do his job more or less. But his attention is divided between actually doing his work and hiding his smirk behind the fan and winking at you.

In this household (aka blog), Kamisato Ayato has long hair. MHY,, don’t disappoint me. Speaking of, in his free time or whenever he’s able to do his work at the Kamisato estate, he has his hair down. He might melt if you play with his hair during that time - either braid it, gently scratch his scalp or plainly brush it. Once he feels your soft hands in his hair, he’ll lean into your touch, let out a small “mmm” sound, and then come back to work. He wants you to know that he appreciates your presence and acknowledges your efforts to relax him.

So, from leaks, he’ll apparently have admiral-like clothes. But i’m the new mihoyo CEO and i shall announce that Kamisato Ayato wears kimonos whenever he doesn’t need to go out. But wait, there’s nothing special about japanese man wearing japanese clothes, right? Well, yes, but this man is too lazy to properly wear it so his ti/ddies are on display. He WILL take advantage of it and call you out if you stare. EVERY time.

“Fufu~ my eyes are up here, angel,” he moves closer to you and whispers to your ear, “it’s quite rude to stare, hmm?” You can feel his lips grazing your ear softly, as well as his hair on your arm; if you look closely, you can see slightly more than just his chest.. but will you dare to answer his question?

His favorite places to kiss you are: your neck and temples. Yes, while i know that the first one is cliche, he just can’t help but wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle into your neck after placing a chaste kiss on it; he does like to leave marks, sometimes more intense or less, but he just wants to show who you belong to. Also, he thinks that Thoma getting startled every time he notices a mark on your neck is funny, so yeah.

Speaking of temple kisses, he’s.. doing that in a very cute way. He gets closer, one hand intertwines with yours, the other cups and caresses your cheek gently while his lips tenderly kiss your temple. Those kinds of kisses usually happen whenever you two greet.

Since he’s the head of shuumatsuban, he’ll always sneak up on you and hug you from behind whenever you least expect it. Ayato comforts you when you jump a little, but his teasing doesn’t stop - “ah, i apologize, my precious. I did not mean to frighten you; did you, perhaps, except someone else?” He chuckles and kisses your hair, leaving you flustered… Again.

He’s the man that’s very, very respected by those who work for/with him, always serious, until he gets his precious free time. Just think about that 780 onikabuto fights with itto. You can not convince me he isn’t a little shiet deep down. At some point, he was so invested in those fights that he even challenged you when itto wasn’t around.

(he won btw. Both you and itto went to the shame corner as your punishment.)

But, BUT! underneath all that teasing is also a man whose heart did not have time to mourn. Since he became the head of the Kamisato family at young age, he had little to no time to properly let his emotions out - thus, he probably has that bad habit of bottling things up until one night he cries into your shoulder like a baby for hours. He grips you tight, tears slip down his wet cheeks from his crystal-blue eyes, until he shakily whispers, “please, don’t leave me.”

Alright, on a happier note - he’s the best person to be around. Meaning, he doesn’t judge you in any way, Ayato is literally the second-best hype man in Inazuma just after Itto. Always tries to give you the best advice, if you need guidance - no need to say it twice. In fact, he’s just happy that he can be here for you and that YOU want to spend YOUR time with him; it never fails to make him smile.

He buys you a TON of gifts every time he leaves for a business trip anywhere. Oh, you’re interested in painting? Look, he just came across this very expensive paint. How could he just ignore it knowing that his little honey bun loves painting? Or, perhaps, you like makeup? Now, you have to forgive him - once he laid his eyes on that eyeshadow palette, he knew he had to buy it. Also, that gorgeous kimono AND bracelet you both could match with? Dear lord. Thoma has more trouble carrying all these gifts to the house than ayato’s luggage…

He’s that kind of person who yells “Shoo, shoo! I’m very busy right now!” but all he does is make out with you.

Man of many talents, one of which includes holding the conversation whenever you don’t feel like talking much or you’re just shy! He never pushes you, instead, he complains how boring his meeting was that day or… Tells you gossip. I mean, being the leader of shuumatsuban certainly has its perks… But on the other hand, he also doesn’t mind if you talk a lot. He’s a great listener as well; encourages you especially when you talk about something you’re passionate about.

Writes you letters. You keep every single one. His handwriting is so, SO pretty if he puts his time into it. But also, there have been letters that were written so beautifully, yet the messages were along the lines of “today, my eyes laid upon a pigeon. It reminded me of you.” In full cursive, each letter written with care.

Ayato never elaborated about that pigeon letter afterwards.

“bruh” ~ ayato

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3 years ago

GENSHIN BOYS IN COLLEGE

pairings: xiao, zhongli, kaeya, albedo, diluc, thoma, kazuha, & childe x gn!reader

summary: them & their college shenanigans <3

warnings: fluffy. this is literal crack i'm so blocked

note: i was having writers block so enjoy some brain rot

xiao: the liberal arts major who hates everyone except you and his besties venti & albedo <3 when xiao's not trying to be the main character who's mysteriously drawing by himself under a tree, he's streaming on twitch with his active 400k fan base that consists mostly of teenage girls. oh, did i mention he's a secret drag racer?

zhongli: the teachers assistant for the world history class. this man knows everything about every historical event. you swear it's like he's almost lived through all of it! which leads to your speculations of zhongli being a vampire. anyway, this man is very sweet and definitely gets unwanted flirtatious attention from his students. poor man just wants to talk about history </3

kaeya: the frat boy who's almost never at his frat house. honestly if he didn't tell you he was a frat boy you never could've guessed. kaeya is your typical "bad boy heart breaker" trope. and of course, his only soft spot is for you <3 what you find even more shocking is that he's a chemistry major. suddenly the stupid science pick up lines he leaves on post it notes for you to find make more sense.

albedo: ah yes, our studious straight A albedo. he's a double stem major with a minor in art. albedo has to be one of the most underrated students in your class. he's kind, smart, and very pretty. albedo is always willing to help you with your work and always does so with a gleaming smile! everyone loves albedo <3

diluc: oh. him. that guy. so diluc's like super rich, but humble about it. you won't even know this man is rich you didn't see him driving around campus in his 150,000 sports car. you've only heard from rumors that he's not one to talk to and should be ignored. so it wasn't until you were forced to talk to him though a project that you realized diluc is the most socially awkward dork you know! strangely, you very much like him for it.

thoma: unintentional teachers pet. all of the professors love thoma. i mean, who doesn't love thoma? having a bad day? thoma to the rescue! he's always there for you, rain or shine. he majors in zoology and is president of the cooking club! he also seems to attract a ton of unwanted attention from his fellow peers, but in reality all his heart longs for is yours.

kazuha: mmm yes. another one apart of liberal arts. kazuha is a music major and probably one of the easiest going guys you have ever met. he writes you weekly poems that you collect over time and put in a shoebox you spent hours decorating. you'd never tell kazuha that obviously.

childe: the epitome of frat boy chad. childe did not come to college to study, he came to party his life away. what enrages your the most is childe's natural smooth talking skills. this loser can talk any professor out of failing him. but what you can't seem to wrap your head around is his pristine grades. how can someone get wasted on a monday night but still ace their exam!!

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3 years ago

Having a S/O that is a Marching Band student (ft. Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, and Kaeya)

summary: genshin impact characters reacting to having a s/o that is a marching band student

gn reader!

warning(s): mentions of injuries

(A/N: hey y'all, I'm here with another headcannon but first let me explain a little that are in marching band. First there are sections, these includes..

Brass: trumpets, tubas and others

Percussion: drums, keyboards and similar to those

ColorGuard: They usually the ones who dances with flags, rifles, and sabers

and one more thing, there's a thing called display. These are usually used for competition and usually people will train in the fields and create formations... so yeah...let's get into the hc)

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Diluc:

The man is curious what is a marching band

He heard about it before but dont know what exactly it is

When you first date him, he's quite fascinated that you have no problem standing in the middle of the hot day (the man's face is already red and sweaty)

Diluc is also fascinated by how fast and long you could run, and your breathing is still quite stable

One day, you said to him to come to a field where your team train, he was confused why but he came anyway

That's where he learn that you were a marching band student

What really got him more attracted is that you're a brass player

Seeing you walking or running around the field and play an instrument that needs a lot of control in breathing, he's just...amazed

He even once asked you to play a song for him UwU

From that day, he always come to visit you practice, he even supports you

Diluc once asked you to help him train like running for 2-30 minutes to make sure his endurance is good :)

He even asked you teach him how to play your instrument

But the thing that Diluc constantly worried about you is that sometimes you got injured while practicing

Sometimes you come home with bandages on. He literally almost cried seeing you in that state

But you always reassure him that it's normal to get injured

One other thing that makes him worried the most is that you always forced yourself to practice when you are literally sick :(

When you got home one day, he sees your that your face is really red due to the fever you were having. You could BARELY move the next day and he cried inside...

Diluc just wanted you to take care of yourself because you forget to rest and who knows for how long you've been practicing

All in all, he really loves you and supports your activities. He tries to be there when you got injured after practice or just to take care of you :)

"You know, I just wish that you would take care of yourself and know your limits, it hurts me to see you forcing the energy out of you.. get some rest alright, I'll be here if you need anything"

Childe:

Childe. Wants. To. Become. A. Marching Band. Student. With. Youuuu

He was really excited that you were one of it

Especially when he found out that your a Colorguard, he's literally happy

Childe always asks you to teach him how to dance with a flag, he's always messed up and got hurt -_-

Thanks to your position as a Colorguard, he teaches you how to use a weapon much easier

He wanted to have a light and flexible body just like you, sometimes when battling, he looked at you like you were dancing while moving your weapon

Ngl sometimes he got jealous because you were dancing with another boy beside him

He knows that the coach who wants you to perform with that boy, but he's just REALLY wanted to dance like that with you in the field

"Your back, how's practice?" he asks

"Oh it's great actually, I actually have a part where I would dance with a boy" you said casually

The man is literally about to flop the table

"WHAT?! you with another boy, YOU could only dance with me" he said with a pouty face

You find it cute that he wanted to be in that boy's position

"Fine...if you want it so bad Childe..I'll teach you the dance privately, is that good enough?" you offered him

He feels a lot better though, but he could really wish that was him you were performing with

Also, he sometimes almost cried seeing you looked bang up, bruises on your arms and legs

Now Childe REALLY wants to be with you all the time

So, being a boyfriend that he is, he wanted to make sure that you're well rested and fully healed from your injuries

"Oh hey you're back, go ahead and take a shower while I cook dinner for us and maybe after that we could watch a movie or cuddle in bed, I'll also wanted to check if your wounds are started to heal"

Kaeya:

Firstly, Kaeya really wanted to know where and when did you learn how to dance really well

So, when you said you couldn't go on a date with him today because you were attending something, he secretly follows where you're going

When he got to your place, he finally found out that your a colorguard

One thing that caught his attention was you were dancing with a saber (something like a sword)

You were just dancing and moving around swiftly yet elegantly with it

"I don't know you were a part of a marching band, is that why you were always quite busy?" he said

You nodded at him and tell him that you were in the team for almost 3 years now

He was really amused and wanted to learn from you especially how to dance with the saber

To your surprise, he understand it quite quickly, you even teach him how to dance with a rifle and a flag

Sometimes when you came back from the field, you and Kaeya would dance together, and maybe he will consider it as a date <3

Kaeya really loves it when you wear a costume for your performance

He really wants to wear it too so you can be a couple lol

One thing that makes him worry is that there's a move where you have to toss your rifle really high and you have to catch it

He worries that it will hit you especially your head, Kaeya just prays that you'll be safe at all cost

He will usually checked up on you after practice, if you have several injuries, he'll take care of you or take you to Barbara

He loves and adore what you're doing, he'll try to help as much as he could to help you recover

"Back so early today huh? Come here and sit down, I'll checked you up if you have any injuries and not to worry, I already worked on your commissions for today ;)"

Zhongli:

Zhongli always wonders where did you get your discipline manners and skills at playing the piano came from

You always tell him that you learned it from an extra class at school, but he's still curious tho..

One day, he walked past by a field and he sees a bunch of teens in the field with..instruments?

So, he take a look for himself and... wait is that you?

You were playing a marimba, you were very skillfully when playing it

The elegant sound that you produce and your tiny little movements really capture his attention

Especially when you play the marimba with 2 sticks in each hand, one thing that's in his mind is that, HOW did you manage to move it quickly

After practice he came to you, "So, you're a marching band student, i always wonder what they are actually, and i found it fascinating" he said

After comming back he asks you a TON of questions about marching band, and you happily answered it

From that day, he sometimes asked you to teach him how to play the marimba

And after that, the poor man's hand was really sore..so he wonders if it hurts to play like that for a longgg time

You said yes of course, you even said that you cut by the sticks while playing it and that even a drop of water could be very painful when it hit your hand... :(

Zhongli LITERALLY surprised that you have to go through that condition and said it's really normal

The man is literally stocking some medicines and bandages in the house so you could use them whenever your hands hurt

When he sees your hands got bandages, he'll help you finish up some chores so you don't really have to feel any pain when you're using water

Zhongli is always amused by you and couldn't help but fall for you even more when you do something amazing like this <3

"Your hands are still bandaged, so let me took care of the work in the house. You can go and get some rest, and I'll be sure to get the supplies you need"

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(A/N: welp, that's all I could write for this one, and I wrote this because me and my friends are marching bands students ehe (we are brass players btw) ..so i decided to make this.. i hope you enjoy it, byee)

If you want to request, here are the rules that you need to understand, requests are open, tehee

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3 years ago

random quotes i wrote while crying about a game at 3am and the genshin character that said it;

ALBEDO: if something happens to me and i start to change, let me be, for it means that i'm tired of this world; but i beg you, i beg you, don't let me change the essence that makes you love me.

GOROU: i think I love you more today than i did yesterday. not because my love was lost yesterday and i let myself be carried away by the paths of uncertainty; but because today i got to know you a little more and i fell in love with a new essence of yours.

DILUC: i don't believe there's a destiny, i don't believe there is anything greater in the universe that commands us at will and uses us as a puppet; but i do believe we were meant to meet, for my heart only knew peace when it found you.

XIAO: maybe it's too much to ask, and i'm even stepping your boundaries, but i'd like to hold you one more time, just to remember the last time i was truly happy.

AYATO: the lines on your hand represent the paths you took in your previous life until you found your true love; and the coincidence of our lines being the same, it's only up to the gods to explain why.

ITTO: i've heard that the smiles we wear so proudly on our faces cause discomfort in the villages we pass through; maybe it's because they think we're crazy... or worse!, maybe they've discovered that we're in love.

CHILDE: the illusion that we are happy only makes sense when you kiss me with your lips thirsty for affection.

KAEYA: the day you leave me will be the day i will give up my essence; for without you by my side for me to surrender, what purpose would my helpless soul have?

ZHONGLI: i love you. simply that. purely and deeply. i love you.

KAZUHA: the stars tell the stories of the infinite and their various conquests in fields of war and love. but the moon? the moon exists only to serve you, illuminating your beauty and carving your way to your next conquest, night after night, until you join it.

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3 years ago

first kiss hcs w/ the veterans

» feat. Erwin, Levi, & Hange +Jean

» warnings for suggestive content(!)

» can be read as gender-neutral

ERWIN SMITH

––––––––––––– first kiss:

He would 100% ask permission first - not a doubt in my mind. The epitome of a proper gentleman, this one. I don’t see him as being very nervous at all beyond a few flutters bc after all, Erwin wouldn’t dare to make a move before he’s certain you’ll reciprocate (ever the strategist..)

A coy smile peeks at his cheeks. “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

What a man - very likely to take over leading you the first time, gently guiding your lips in a sensual, slow kiss that leaves your head fuzzy and your stomach spinning out of control. Perhaps Erwin is even so daring as to swipe his tongue across your puffy bottom lip right as he pulls away 😵‍💫

where they like to be kissed:

More than anything?? On his lips, sweet and simple. No matter if it’s the traditional way to kiss someone, a peck on the lips makes Erwin’s heart warm :(( It means that you’re dedicated to each other, that you two are more closely tied than anyone - Erwin more than anything needs a partner who understands him and a deep, sensual kiss is a big reassurance that you do.

Also, his chest - specifically right over his heart 😽 Not only is that where he carries his pride, but he has a thick, hulking chest and sensitive nipples. I said what I said.

Pepper kisses up and down his strong jawline too, his strong nose, and this magnificent smile will crease at his lips.

where they like to kiss you:

Your chest - for many of the same reasons. Erwin keeps his large palm graced over your heart and will press wet, open-mouthed kisses straight down the center, paying special attention to the pretty peaks of your nipples. He loves tracing the arc of your shoulderblades with his lips too, right where the bones resemble wings.

As a more traditional man, he feels a glowing feeling unfurl in his chest to mold your lips with his. Not to mention! gently taking your hand and kissing it like he’s cradling a butterfly wing :(( He’ll do such a smooth, gentlemanly move in the middle of a public street, in the privacy of his office, right after he dicks you down,,, no exceptions.

JEAN KIERSTEIN

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first kiss:

Jean talks a lot of big game and he puts on the facade of a total lady’s man - but, this is the same man whose train of thought will totally jam that first heart-stopping moment when you lean in to kiss him; barely has the mind to reciprocate with the slightest tilt of his head, his palm landing on the small of your back as he practically launches you back with just how eager he is.

He wanted to respect your space and was too chickenshit to just ask - even though he’s been craving a kiss forever now, to the point where he makes more eye contact with your lips more than, well, your eyes.

So passionate, a little hesitant until your noses are bumping in hasty desire to deepen the kiss. He’s got the faintest of a blush dusting his cheeks once one of you thinks to finally pull away.

where they like to be kissed:

The palm of his big hand :( especially when he's cradling the apple of your cheek. And his sharp jawline where his stubble tickles your lips.

The nape of his neck! Brush his sandy-colored hair out of the way and he’ll shiver under the press of your silky lips ok. He adores it… and his neck in general. He gets such a warm, fuzzy feeling when you approach from behind and (him being a whopping 6’2 / 190cm) reach up on the tips of your toes to buryyour face in his neck. perhaps your arms sling around his waist?? he gets a kick out of it.

where they like to kiss you:

Jean strikes me as such a man willing to please … but he has a teasing streak. He likes smack soft, wet kisses over both of your hipbones right before his heavy tongue lands between your legs yk..

If we’re talking more SFW?? He loves peppering your collar with kisses, tracing the ridges with his tongue. Anything for the thrill of your reaction, which means the spot just behind your ear when he’s coming up from behind …

and these soft, fragile forehead kisses so he has an excuse to watch your lashes flutter and get a look at the features he admires so much up close.

LEVI ACKERMAN

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first kiss:

Very little chance of him initiating - infinitesimal actually, almost 0%. He needs your palm to drift over his cheek and guide him towards you, close enough for your lashes to kiss each other’s skin even.

“What… are you doing?”

Levi would be quiet, frozen stiff - but only because his mind is going haywire and there’s at least a million butterflies fluttering around his stomach. The blush on this man’s face so warm and sweet that you may be close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin :((

Levi has these full, baby-pink lips too.. so soft and plush bc there’s no way he’d neglect personal hygiene in any way. He goes all out :((

And then when he first feels that brush of your lips against his? His eyelids flutter and he may not even react. He needs a moment to collect himself because you, wanting to kiss him? God he’s so nervous.

It’s easy to interpret his clamming up as disgust or lack of desire - but Levi will gently catch the nape of your neck and tug you back in.

Your first kiss is so light, barely a peck; he needs to test the waters, and his mind is so jammed by all these fuzzy flutters that he can do nothing but take it slow. So sweet :(

“Hey—why'd you stop?"

where they like to be kissed:

Levi pretends to loathe sweet little pecks and loving passes between your lips but in reality?? Kiss him just about anywhere and he’ll be flustered and fuzzy and warm :((

Smooth his bangs off his forehead (bc Levi loves his hair being touched) and press a dainty kiss on his forehead, or that spot just below his ear while sparing sweet words to him… Take his hand and kiss his fingers too :(( he will melt.

His inner thighs!!! Over his navel! That little junction between his jaw and the slope of his neck - all these sensitive, fiery spots Levi has never ever experienced such tender love. A warm blush will stretch across his cheeks, and he’ll go totally bashful, mind empty.

where they like to kiss you:

Where he likes to give you kisses is almost… innocent in a way, tho he’s the furthest thing from that. But Levi needs time to warm up to physical affection yk? Let alone initiating it.

He’ll kiss your cheek when you’re just waking up with hopes you won’t notice :(( Truthfully he’s super shy... he likes a small, reassuring kiss to your shoulder where the hem’s slipped down + right over your heart in your more passionate moments (similar to Erwin).

He could spend a whole hour just idly playing with your fingers, kissing your knuckles, putting a peck on your fingertips. Very sweet :(

HANGE ZÖE

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first kiss:

Hange gets so excited okay - a little absent-minded too. Maybe you’re doing the smallest, kindest favor for them, like handing over a beaker when they’re in a jam and on the verge of a breakthrough. They don’t particularly think about it when they launch up from where they’re stooped over their things by the heels of their hands, giggling excitedly, “That’s it! You’re perfect, my dear,” and plants a hasty kiss on your lips.

Not that kissing you doesn’t send them into cardiac arrest, but it feels so natural around you ! Everything has always came so easily, and they feel so unabashedly like themself that it doesn’t really cross their mind that you’ve never kissed until it happens??

Both your eyes would go wide like saucers, but yours are wider. “Hange!?”

“Oh.” They can’t help but smile despite themself. “Oops..! Wasn’t thinking.”

where they like to be kissed:

The nape of their neck. It isn’t just because of their fixation on Titans, either - it's such an intimate place to kiss someone, especially if you’re spooning them from behind. At once, little shivers tickle up and down their spine; they feel so safe in your arms. Don’t even get me started on mouthing over that special spot when you have them ass-up in bed 😵‍💫

where they like to kiss you:

In the most unconventional of places?? For some reason? Hange just wants to catalogue every part of you to memory, and all your reactions to things—a little giggle, your muscles locking up in a shiver, a raised brow… They would literally kiss every inch of you if they knew they could get away with it <3

Between the wings of your shoulderblades ! The shell of your ear (where a smile prodded at Hange’s lips at the goosebumps that rose up on your skin) ! Launching onto the bed and smacking kisses on both of your Achilles’ heels. Hange loves to leave kisses in places most people normally wouldn’t think of.

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3 years ago

first kiss hcs w/ the veterans

» feat. Erwin, Levi, & Hange +Jean

» warnings for suggestive content(!)

» can be read as gender-neutral

ERWIN SMITH

––––––––––––– first kiss:

He would 100% ask permission first - not a doubt in my mind. The epitome of a proper gentleman, this one. I don’t see him as being very nervous at all beyond a few flutters bc after all, Erwin wouldn’t dare to make a move before he’s certain you’ll reciprocate (ever the strategist..)

A coy smile peeks at his cheeks. “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

What a man - very likely to take over leading you the first time, gently guiding your lips in a sensual, slow kiss that leaves your head fuzzy and your stomach spinning out of control. Perhaps Erwin is even so daring as to swipe his tongue across your puffy bottom lip right as he pulls away 😵‍💫

where they like to be kissed:

More than anything?? On his lips, sweet and simple. No matter if it’s the traditional way to kiss someone, a peck on the lips makes Erwin’s heart warm :(( It means that you’re dedicated to each other, that you two are more closely tied than anyone - Erwin more than anything needs a partner who understands him and a deep, sensual kiss is a big reassurance that you do.

Also, his chest - specifically right over his heart 😽 Not only is that where he carries his pride, but he has a thick, hulking chest and sensitive nipples. I said what I said.

Pepper kisses up and down his strong jawline too, his strong nose, and this magnificent smile will crease at his lips.

where they like to kiss you:

Your chest - for many of the same reasons. Erwin keeps his large palm graced over your heart and will press wet, open-mouthed kisses straight down the center, paying special attention to the pretty peaks of your nipples. He loves tracing the arc of your shoulderblades with his lips too, right where the bones resemble wings.

As a more traditional man, he feels a glowing feeling unfurl in his chest to mold your lips with his. Not to mention! gently taking your hand and kissing it like he’s cradling a butterfly wing :(( He’ll do such a smooth, gentlemanly move in the middle of a public street, in the privacy of his office, right after he dicks you down,,, no exceptions.

JEAN KIERSTEIN

–––––––––––––––

first kiss:

Jean talks a lot of big game and he puts on the facade of a total lady’s man - but, this is the same man whose train of thought will totally jam that first heart-stopping moment when you lean in to kiss him; barely has the mind to reciprocate with the slightest tilt of his head, his palm landing on the small of your back as he practically launches you back with just how eager he is.

He wanted to respect your space and was too chickenshit to just ask - even though he’s been craving a kiss forever now, to the point where he makes more eye contact with your lips more than, well, your eyes.

So passionate, a little hesitant until your noses are bumping in hasty desire to deepen the kiss. He’s got the faintest of a blush dusting his cheeks once one of you thinks to finally pull away.

where they like to be kissed:

The palm of his big hand :( especially when he's cradling the apple of your cheek. And his sharp jawline where his stubble tickles your lips.

The nape of his neck! Brush his sandy-colored hair out of the way and he’ll shiver under the press of your silky lips ok. He adores it… and his neck in general. He gets such a warm, fuzzy feeling when you approach from behind and (him being a whopping 6’2 / 190cm) reach up on the tips of your toes to buryyour face in his neck. perhaps your arms sling around his waist?? he gets a kick out of it.

where they like to kiss you:

Jean strikes me as such a man willing to please … but he has a teasing streak. He likes smack soft, wet kisses over both of your hipbones right before his heavy tongue lands between your legs yk..

If we’re talking more SFW?? He loves peppering your collar with kisses, tracing the ridges with his tongue. Anything for the thrill of your reaction, which means the spot just behind your ear when he’s coming up from behind …

and these soft, fragile forehead kisses so he has an excuse to watch your lashes flutter and get a look at the features he admires so much up close.

LEVI ACKERMAN

–––––––––––––––

first kiss:

Very little chance of him initiating - infinitesimal actually, almost 0%. He needs your palm to drift over his cheek and guide him towards you, close enough for your lashes to kiss each other’s skin even.

“What… are you doing?”

Levi would be quiet, frozen stiff - but only because his mind is going haywire and there’s at least a million butterflies fluttering around his stomach. The blush on this man’s face so warm and sweet that you may be close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin :((

Levi has these full, baby-pink lips too.. so soft and plush bc there’s no way he’d neglect personal hygiene in any way. He goes all out :((

And then when he first feels that brush of your lips against his? His eyelids flutter and he may not even react. He needs a moment to collect himself because you, wanting to kiss him? God he’s so nervous.

It’s easy to interpret his clamming up as disgust or lack of desire - but Levi will gently catch the nape of your neck and tug you back in.

Your first kiss is so light, barely a peck; he needs to test the waters, and his mind is so jammed by all these fuzzy flutters that he can do nothing but take it slow. So sweet :(

“Hey—why'd you stop?"

where they like to be kissed:

Levi pretends to loathe sweet little pecks and loving passes between your lips but in reality?? Kiss him just about anywhere and he’ll be flustered and fuzzy and warm :((

Smooth his bangs off his forehead (bc Levi loves his hair being touched) and press a dainty kiss on his forehead, or that spot just below his ear while sparing sweet words to him… Take his hand and kiss his fingers too :(( he will melt.

His inner thighs!!! Over his navel! That little junction between his jaw and the slope of his neck - all these sensitive, fiery spots Levi has never ever experienced such tender love. A warm blush will stretch across his cheeks, and he’ll go totally bashful, mind empty.

where they like to kiss you:

Where he likes to give you kisses is almost… innocent in a way, tho he’s the furthest thing from that. But Levi needs time to warm up to physical affection yk? Let alone initiating it.

He’ll kiss your cheek when you’re just waking up with hopes you won’t notice :(( Truthfully he’s super shy... he likes a small, reassuring kiss to your shoulder where the hem’s slipped down + right over your heart in your more passionate moments (similar to Erwin).

He could spend a whole hour just idly playing with your fingers, kissing your knuckles, putting a peck on your fingertips. Very sweet :(

HANGE ZÖE

–––––––––––

first kiss:

Hange gets so excited okay - a little absent-minded too. Maybe you’re doing the smallest, kindest favor for them, like handing over a beaker when they’re in a jam and on the verge of a breakthrough. They don’t particularly think about it when they launch up from where they’re stooped over their things by the heels of their hands, giggling excitedly, “That’s it! You’re perfect, my dear,” and plants a hasty kiss on your lips.

Not that kissing you doesn’t send them into cardiac arrest, but it feels so natural around you ! Everything has always came so easily, and they feel so unabashedly like themself that it doesn’t really cross their mind that you’ve never kissed until it happens??

Both your eyes would go wide like saucers, but yours are wider. “Hange!?”

“Oh.” They can’t help but smile despite themself. “Oops..! Wasn’t thinking.”

where they like to be kissed:

The nape of their neck. It isn’t just because of their fixation on Titans, either - it's such an intimate place to kiss someone, especially if you’re spooning them from behind. At once, little shivers tickle up and down their spine; they feel so safe in your arms. Don’t even get me started on mouthing over that special spot when you have them ass-up in bed 😵‍💫

where they like to kiss you:

In the most unconventional of places?? For some reason? Hange just wants to catalogue every part of you to memory, and all your reactions to things—a little giggle, your muscles locking up in a shiver, a raised brow… They would literally kiss every inch of you if they knew they could get away with it <3

Between the wings of your shoulderblades ! The shell of your ear (where a smile prodded at Hange’s lips at the goosebumps that rose up on your skin) ! Launching onto the bed and smacking kisses on both of your Achilles’ heels. Hange loves to leave kisses in places most people normally wouldn’t think of.

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3 years ago

Boyfriend Material

Ft. J. Kirstein, A.Arlet, L. Ackerman, E.Yeager, R.Braun, E. Smith

Lemme just preface this by saying I am so excited to start dabbling in other fandoms + writing. I have a silly demon slayer au I’m writing plus Levi 100 followers celebratory fic! So without further ado, enjoy! (Sfw & nsfw h/c about my fave boys! Modern au btw!) ((pps it’s kinda long bare w/me pls))

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3 years ago

Boyfriend Material

Ft. J. Kirstein, A.Arlet, L. Ackerman, E.Yeager, R.Braun, E. Smith

Lemme just preface this by saying I am so excited to start dabbling in other fandoms + writing. I have a silly demon slayer au I’m writing plus Levi 100 followers celebratory fic! So without further ado, enjoy! (Sfw & nsfw h/c about my fave boys! Modern au btw!) ((pps it’s kinda long bare w/me pls))

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3 years ago

“ i like shining things , but i’d marry you with paper rings”

summary : levi being afraid of real engagement so he and reader gets “engaged” with paper rings. (not proof read)

"Have you ever thought about getting married,Levi ?"

The question, unexpected, seemed to float in the room,taking Levi aback and leaving him at lack of words. His arms,wrapped around you as you were both silently laying on the bed,seemed to froze,and his body felt more tense than a few seconds ago. He didn't know why you were asking him this all of sudden ; why your mind had suddenly wandered on this topic .

"Not really." he answered after a while. He wasn't being entirely honest with this answer ; and he knew,by the way you slowly shook your head,that you'd heard the lie in these two words.

"Let's just say I never seriously considered it. I thought about it but...I never saw it as a real possibility." he said again,slowly. This answer was closer to the truth ; Levi indeed thought about marrying you,and if he was being honest,he thought about it quite often.

The thought of marriage had never even crossed Levi's mind before he met you , but recently,he'd found himself thinking about this idea more often. He knew you couldn't actually get married ; the world you two lived in was too dangerous,and some part of him also feared that if your relationship became as official as a marriage would make it, something would happen,life would take you away from him and he would somehow get punished for thinking he could have and keep someone for once.

This was why he'd never seriously thought about proposing to you ; thinking of being married was more like a daydream to him,something that help him relax after a stressful day. Yes,he may have looked at some rings,or imagined what he could wear ; but he'd never imagined that one day you could actually get married. It was something not worth risking , and he knew he'd only get more scared of losing you if he became your husband.

"I mean..." you said,breaking the silence and interrupting Levi's thoughts at the same time. " I think it'd be better to wait until the war,the titans ,everything...It'd be better to wait until all of this is finished to get married. We'll be able to do it properly then."

Levi's heart missed a beat at the thought that you saw a future with him,and above all,that you were hopeful about the outcome of your current situation. He nodded,pressing a small kiss on the top of your head at the same time.

"But even then I don't want something extravagant. Let's have a quiet marriage."

He heard you laugh as you suddenly moved and started to look for something on the floor; and he was also almost certain that you'd called him a "party pooper". A few seconds later,having apparently found what you were looking for,you leaned back into Levi and his embrace,holding,to his surprise,some sheets of paper.

"Just give me a few seconds , and you'll understand." you muttered,answering to Levi's puzzled expression. You quickly teared the paper,seemed to play with it and,a few seconds later,you proudly held what looked like two rings. They looked pretty terrible in Levi's opinion, but he didn't dare to voice his thoughts after seeing how happy of yourself you looked.

"Paper rings. Sasha taught me how to make them."

You grabbed Levi's left hand and slowly passed the paper ring on his finger, trying your best not to break it at the same time. Understanding what you were doing,Levi's heart skipped a beat again he suddenly felt like the whole room had grew hotter.

"This is...A safe way to get married,let's say. Or ,if the word married disturb you,let's say it's just to show each other our love and our care, ;and that it's also a sort of promise that ,if the situation lets us... one day we will put real rings on our fingers."

You placed a kiss on Levi's hand while he grabbed the second paper ring, looking suddenly really timid. He locked his eyes into yours while he put the ring on your finger ; and his eyes said all the words that couldn't pass his mouth.

"Does that mean I should call you Y/n Ackerman now ?" he asked,making you laugh again as you leaned forward to kiss him.

"I don't mind that...Except that, if you do it, it'll probably be impossible to make Hange shut up afterwards.They'll get excited and everything , and will ask why we didn't say anything..."

Levi groaned, kissing you again and interrupting you at the same time.His hand went through your hair,and he could feel some strands of it getting attached to the ring. He knew it will break easily, and that in the morning he probably won't have it anymore ; but all the meaning behind this small paper ring was still enough to make him feel overwhelmed by love.

He just hoped that one day he'll get the chance to put a real ring on your finger, one that will not break,one that will represent your story and the love you have for each other.

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fluffshelf

3 years ago

do you have any blog recommendations?

Greetings Anon, thank you for your ask. I've always had a list of blog recommendations! Though you probably might know some of them already. I'm going to list the ones that pop off the top of my head (of course there are many amazing writers in this fandom in which I can't keep up listing >.<)

@ddarker-dreams absolutely beautiful writing. Amazing characterization. Captures the mood and vibe perfectly whether the fic is long/short. I always go back to their fics if I feel I'm lacking inspiration (if you like yandere content this is the place!)

@dulcesiabits knows how to write unforgettable stories. Seriously, they would stick to my mind for MONTHS and I still remember them in detail. (Momento mori is my favourite so far :D)

@softcosmixs I remember reading one of their HCs and it was so cute! I admire people who can write fluff well, its something I strive to polish until I'm good at it

@witch-hazels-musings beautiful writing once again, I feel so soothed whenever reading her works uwu. Her blog is so wholesome too 🥺

@serensama though not genshin related I love LOVE the description of the way she writes. I also draw ideas from her fics (mostly mystic messenger) and I can't help but keep going as I read.

Hope this helps anon, enjoy reading :)