14! i'm actually supposed to get more tattoos and piercings during my winter break, and since my birthday falls during my spring break, i may get another set of tattoos as my bday gift :D
How was your Sleep? Good i hope! Let's start the way with pure positivity! I have extreme love and adoration for you! And your Writing style is unique in more ways then one! Make sure to Eat Something and drink lots of water or some sort of energy drink! I love you, have an amazing rest of your day!
Hehe. If you don't really mind can you write drabbles for a Ludenberg!reader x La Signora? Women that reek noble and will step on you wether you like it or not is just *chef's kiss*
Celestia Ludenburg! reader x La Signora
Warning: Mentions of reader wearing dresses and heels (but anyone can wear dresses and heels) mentions of sexual tension, violence, screaming/yelling, mentions of enemies to lovers.
Word count: 220 / drabble
A/n: Ugh i agree so much, i hope this is too your liking <3
Reblog, comments and likes are highly appreciated!!!
La Signora
The first time she saw you she was enthralled, of course who wouldn't be? You wore an amazing style and the domineering and confident aura around you made her very interested in you. You sat there in a throne/stool while ordering some stupid fatui agents around. She soon found out that you not that calm, because the moment someone messed something up you screamed bloody murder at them. When she approached you, people could feel the tension rise. You did not like her in the beginning. She was straight up arrogant and dared to challenge you, no she should be kissing your shoes now. But you did like that she wasn't a coward and that she had great style <3
When the two of you get closer, the two of you are often seen together...actually no scratch that when are the two of you not together? Always seen walking hand in hand or stomping on peoples backs. The two of you share clothes as well, one day she picks your clothes and another day you pick for her. That also means shopping, that's something the two of you enjoy doing in your spare time (which isn't much). The two of you also enjoy teasing the shit out of Scaracoochie, and bullying Child(e) is also an everyday task.
Summary - You and Childe make a little bet to see who could resist each other the longest.
Pairing - gn!reader x Childe ( was written thinking of a fem reader but no real indications )
Warnings - Mentions of desire / sex, suggestive touching
A/N - I wanna make a pt. 2 with the actual smut lol, should I?
It was just a game.
Satin slid against your bare skin, cold to the goosebumps that prickled along your skin. A lacy material that covered both too much and nothing at all. So thin that it would seem to break at the barest touch, but enough to hide your body. Not its curves.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Childe stood, ginger hair slicked back to expose the jagged edge of his jawline. The curve of his cheekbones that led to his dark eyes, a bright baby blue that was hidden under his lashes. Widening only the slightest when landing on you, trailing up and down your body before his lips tilted up. Similarly to you, Childe was dressed in fancy garments and silk. White gloves in contrast to the black suit and dress pants.
A game.
Thats what you reminded yourself when walking over to him, steps dragging out before you placed your palm on his chest. Fingers resting on the folds of his black jacket before you slowly turned your gaze to meet his. Fluttering your lashes before trailing your hand down lower, until you could grasp his.
“We have to hurry up darling,” you hummed when pulling him closer towards you. “I dont want to stay out too late tonight.”
He brought your hand to his lips, gentle when pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand. A gentleman first, but you could see the mischief in his eyes. “And whats so wrong about staying out late?”
You leaned in closer at this, an opportunity perhaps to win this little game of yours. “It gets harder to resist you,” you shamelessly admitted, lips brushing near his ear. “I don’t lose.”
His grip on your hand tightened before completely slacking. A competition, to see how long you both would be able to resist each other. Love was a battle between you and Childe, adrenaline coursing through your veins at every touch; every kiss. Childe liked to win, to reign superior when knowing his opponent was equally as strong, maybe even stronger.
But you liked winning too.
You didn’t mask your desire when tugging at his hand, leading him to the sleek black sports car. Opening the passenger’s seat and gesturing him in, flashing him a grin when you walked to the driver’s seat.. Childe realized that he was in for a long ride when you stepped on the gas, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his thigh.
little things genshin characters do while in a relationship.
pairing: xiao, kazuha, gorou, thoma, ningguang, chongyun (separate) x gn!reader
warnings: not proofread
notes: im back... for now
XIAO ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
dating xiao would be pinky linking instead of hand holding, 'reluctant' piggy back rides where he refuses to carry you at first, but gives in because it's you. late night rendezvous on top of wangshu inn's roof as he scoffs before pulling you in because damn, it's cold. patching up his wounds as he tells you, over and over again, "mortal medicine does not work on me" but he doesn't refuse your touch.
from him watching over you in your sleep instead of laying beside you, afraid to show his most vulnerable state. braiding his hair before he ruffles it and scolds you for being so impolite towards an adeptus. letting you hold onto his arm as you walk through liyue at night, his eyes steeled before softening once they look at you. the gold in his irises seem to melt into a warm honey whenever you come into view.
fleeting fond looks when he thinks you aren't looking—forehead flicks when you do something he considers stupid, yet he forgives you anyways.
light curses of "mortal" under his breath as he watches you from afar, a small smile on his face regardless.
loving you, loving himself. gentle wishes of "goodnight" as he bids you farewell. promises to always protect you while you're sleeping, oaths of an eternal love as he vows to never let you feel hurt, or be hurt.
KAZUHA ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
haikus and poems recited for you as the sea is at its calmest. talks lasting for hours in the night as the two of you gaze over the ocean, his hand securely around yours as if he's worried you'd fly off like all the others things in his life.
mumbling "i love you" before kissing your knuckles. light chuckles as you make a terrible joke. pixie dusted cheeks when you leave kisses there.
butterflies. butterflies no matter how long he's known you, or how many things you've been through together. his stomach flutters, and his eyes widen momentarily. you've shocked the calm samurai, and he loves it.
cooling down your food for you before feeding it to you. small smirks of adoration whenever you do something amazing or cute. stares from across the ship that don't go unnoticed by his crewmates.
unwrapping his bandaged hands so he can feel yours properly. tracing over your lips, your nose, your jawbone. tickling you when you least expect it. lending a shoulder for you to cry on as he rubs circles on your back.
writing the characters for "darling" on your hands, making you guess them. wistful tales of his adventures as he squeezes your hand, reminding you, that though he is a wanderer, he shall wander with you. aimlessly, eternally, anywhere, nowhere. he will go, and always, always, with you by his side.
GOROU ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
purrs and ear twitching whenever you pat his head. tail flicking when he sees you and notices your presence. smug looks of "that's my s/o" whenever you do something cool. fighting beside each other in battle, knowing, trusting, that he will be there to cover your weak sides. tiny promises before each battle, swearing to come back alive.
stargazing while talking about a future where there will be no war, and the two of you can settle in a nice house near the ocean. training with each other, fighting for both of your futures together. cheek and shoulder kisses. touching foreheads before leaving for another patrol, wondering if he'll make it back alive.
raising his hand across your torso in order to shield you with as much as he can. bandaging your wounds while trembling and scolding you, making you promise, "promise me, you'll never do that again" and "please, please don't leave me..."
pitiful gazes as you leave to fight without him. joyful cries when you return, his arms wrapping around you instantly. burying his face in your neck as he wonders how long this lifestyle will last. how long will he have to live, wondering if you will live, too?
inspiring each other. loving each other. defending each other and always referring to him and you as "we". never "i" or "me", always "our" or "us".
charms and matching bracelets, that forever say, "i will return to you, my love."
tilting your chin towards him when you look away. a goofy smile on his face, when he says, happily, "we're okay."
THOMA ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
doing your house duties for you whenever you feel tired—or, whenever he's over, really.
light jokes and witty banter while working. persuading restaurant owners to give you two a discount while on dates, even though he has enough money from the kamisato clan to buy out the entire business. making you breakfast in the morning, with a small grin as he spoon feeds you it.
turning over, to see his face already awake and staring at yours. "awake already, love?" he says in his groggy morning voice, fully aware of the effect it has on you. running barefoot along the beach together, hand in hand. giving you massages whenever you're tired, doing your errands whenever you ask him to.
hot pot games, and he always goes easy on you, enjoying your reaction when he gets terribly sick. catching you whenever you lie, never buying a single "i'm fine."
back hugs, nose kisses. nose boops, comparing hand sizes. interlacing fingers as you two walk down the city, his observant eyes noticing everything that you like.
his eyes, those forests, always on you. no matter what. even when yoimiya's most beautiful fireworks go off, or if the festival is at its peak, his pupils are trained on you and always you.
smiling whenever you smile. laughing whenever you laugh. sighing fondly when he watches you from afar, doing your regular things.
dragging you to bed when you stay up too late. forcing you to sleep because he 'doesn't want you to be cranky tomorrow.'
kissing you on the cheek, goodnight. before turning off the lights and draping an arm over you.
NINGGUANG ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
expensive dinners and exquisite taste. endless gifts, yet they are all homemade. letting you brush your hands through her hair, making sure you eat and sleep on time.
asking for advice, even though you're sure she doesn't need it. inviting you to experience liyue's nightlife, even though she has done just that so many times.
making it snow in liyue only for you to smile. letting you in on some of the land's secrets so you can go explore them. gentle laughs and reprimands whenever you do something a little too risky for her liking. waiting for you to come back before sleeping peacefully with you. always with you, nowhere else.
cherishing the gifts you give, even if it's one glaze lily. ningguang will make sure that glaze lily lives as long as it can, and will always repay you, even if you insist not to.
midnight talks about the most random things. trying xiangling's absurd dishes, even if these are her least favorite—at least you like them. protecting you from her political affairs, making sure those fatui never cross paths with you.
making time in her busy schedule to accommodate you on one of your many adventures. leaving her assistants to work for her as she shows you around her newest plans, letting you hear her future works as she asks for your opinion, because she cherishes yours the most.
the world in her hands, and yet, it means nothing compared to you.
CHONGYUN ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
late night expeditions that are once again, futile. stepping in front of you whenever he senses danger nearby. having to eat three popsicles just to link pinkies with you.
being too shy to kiss your cheek, so he simply kisses your palm. bandaging your fingers up even if you get just one papercut. long rambles about his dream as an exorcist, his cheeks turning red once he realizes, "oh crap. i spoke too much, again."
always trusting whatever food you give him, even if it's suspiciously red. conditioning himself to hold your hand and kiss your cheek without letting his energy get out of control. following you through liyue's streets, as you're so eager to watch the lanterns rise.
wishing for your prosperity instead of his. why? because your success is also his. he feels proud when you're proud. bashful grins whenever xingqiu talks about you, subtle staring because even while you two are dating, he feels like he's still in the crush stage.
determination flickering in his eyes whenever you two encounter something scary while on another one of his exorcist missions. his hand wrapped securely around yours, as if he wasn't just stuttering a few moments ago.
realizing what he's done, far too late. retracting his hands from yours as if he had burnt them. repeated apologies as he swears to ask for your consent to hold your hand, next time.
passing out when you kiss him on the lips—he will never get used to the feeling. making you his specialty cold noodles in summer. even making you hot cocoa in winter, even though the mere sight of the steam makes him too warm for comfort.
stepping out of his comfort zone, for you. trusting you, unconditionally. daydreaming about a future with you, even while he is still an adolescent.
looking through gems with xingqiu and hu tao, wondering which one would look best on your finger. hiking dates, walking dates, anything is a date when you two are together.
young love. burning passion, ironically. quiet nods of reassurance as he seems to seek you out from anywhere in a crowd.
noticing you, no matter what. picking you out from a group of dozens, even if they all seem to be wearing the same clothes as you. it's fate, he thinks, cringing at his own cheesiness. ice carvings and sharing popsicles together, even if yours are way sweeter than his.
Imagine albedo driven to despise his own vision because
geo = rocks
rocks = debris
debris = landslide
Y e s
His s/o trying to reach albedo's campsite in dragonspine only to be buried and severely bruised under a pile of snow and debris
This is so random lmaoo
ahh, random, but not out of the realm of possibility!
i feel like even though he'll adamantly deny it, albedo is definitely the type to make these sorts of leaps in logic. it's nothing herculean, but it's enough to convince him to completely disregard and even hate his Vision.
remember what his character story said? when he got it, he hardly acknowledged it. to him, a Vision is simply means to an end. unlike other vision holders (except maybe keqing, i suppose) albedo didn't feel any real attachment to it.
but allow me to indulge myself for a moment below the cut:
"is everything to your liking?"
you grit your teeth, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. it's been a mere two hours since you've regained consciousness and albedo keeps asking you that same question. you're not sure how many times you have to tell him 'yes' before he stops.
albedo isn't exactly the doting type; not without reason, of course. if you or klee (since really, you two are the only people he behaves that way with) are out of sight, it's almost as if neither of you exist unless someone brings you up. so naturally, you're disturbed by the amount of attention he's giving you, even if it's necessary.
two hours ago, you nearly died.
at least, that's how things played out in albedo's version of events. he's not the type to exaggerate either, but you had trouble believing him. according to him, he'd felt the tremors on dragonspine, but ignored them at first, thinking they were caused by some beserk ruin grader or frostarm lawachurl. he said it took him over 45 minutes to find the time to investigate, since tremors of that magnitude were common, but never without reason.
it turns out that, according to albedo, the rumbling was caused by a massive avalanche.
he wasn't entirely incorrect in his assumptions; it was caused by a frostarm lawachurl -- he could see the large horns their carcasses tended to leave behind after death glittering in the snow nearby. but he noticed that the heaps of snow was accompanied by large rocks and other debris; a rather uncommon sight when it came to avalanches in this area of dragonspine.
here's where his story gets... weird, in your opinion.
albedo told you that he had a 'sinking feeling' the entire time he investigated the landslide. the alchemist was visibly uneasy as he recounted the story to you, a very obvious cloud darkening his face as he spoke. "such a strong feeling of foreboding," he told you, "it nearly made me sick to my stomach."
finally, here's where you come in.
albedo openly admitted to you that he didn't know what possessed him to dig through the landslide. he (very obviously) came up with something to appease you, saying that it must have been his scientific intuition, but even in your muddled haze, you could tell that wasn't it.
his hands trembled as he told you what condition you were in when he found you. he said your body was nearly frozen solid and your pulse impossibly slow, which prompted him to bring you back to his camp where he hurriedly tried to resuscitate you and warm you up.
that was all he told you. he was clearly leaving stuff out, but the migraine you were currently sporting kept you from pressing the topic any further. you don't know how long you've been out for, but it was obviously enough to spook him, hence why he kept asking that damned question.
you squirm beneath the mountain of layers albedo's wrapped you in. you feel a bit numb in some areas, but at least you're comfortable. you wish that would give him peace of mind.
"'bedo, for the last time, i'm fine," you half-lie. albedo practically grimaces at you. your nose is clogged and runny, like you were fighting the world's worst cold. from his point of view, you must look terrible. maybe his worries weren't too far off. "you're doing a great job taking care of me so far, i promise."
"that is not why i'm asking." albedo sounds distant, like his mind is elsewhere. it's not strange for that to happen, so you disregard it. he leans close to you and presses his forehead to yours, measuring your temperature. he reels back immediately; you figure you must be on fire. albedo wordlessly leaves and comes back with medicine for you. "i'm sorry, starlight, but i have to sedate you once more. your fever is much too high."
you can't really argue with that, so you don't bother. you take the medicine as he instrucrs and soon enough, you're asleep again, your breaths coming in shallow as you slumber.
albedo watches you intently as you sleep. he knows you know he lied. you've been together long enough for you two to know each other's behavior patterns and things of the like. he's a good liar, but not when it comes to things like this -- not when it comes to you.
you make him feel more human than he will ever care to admit.
but he just couldn't tell you.
albedo couldn't bring himself to tell you that he knew you were coming to visit him. the shock of being buried under all that debris must have made you forget, but he saw the now crushed bag of supplies you were carrying for the two of you to share. he couldn't bring himself to tell you about the ice burns and cuts he gave himself trying to dig you out from all the shit you were trapped under.
he thought it useless to try to explain to you that you were on the literal brink of death when he found you. you'd been unconscious for the better half of a week; he supposes he'll settle with explaining that you have a few broken bones later.
albedo rips the vision from his clothing and tosses it across the room. that damned thing. he's heard stories of people's visions helping them when they were in need, so why didn't it help him when he needed it the most? when he was struggling to lift rock after rock off your fading body, why did the archons suddenly seem to abandon him?
why did the geo archon allow this to happen?
why did albedo feel so... guilty?
he couldn't explain it. even after being essentially alone with his thoughts for five days, he still couldn’t explain the shame that grew in him with each passing second.
it must have been his fault. the rocks that made up the element he was blessed with mastery over were the very same ones that nearly killed his most beloved person.
albedo buries his hands in his hair. he couldn't bring himself to look at you any longer. he didn't deserve to. after a moment has passed, he stands and collects his discarded vision, tossing it into a drawer that he rarely checks.
out of sight, out of mind, as the saying goes. he refuses to let this regret eat him alive. not when you needed him more than ever.
(it's 5:40 am and i've made myself sad bc he would really never tell you about this)
xiao pulls his headphones around his neck and swivels in his chair to face you. he's been holed up in here for almost four hours now. he said he was recording for work, which you didn't mind at all, but he still hadn't come out to eat the take out you ordered for him. "is everything okay, xiao?"
your boyfriend's gaze is almost sleepy, his eyes hooded. he blinks a little slowly at you. he kind of reminds you of your cat, tofu. "everything's fine," he yawns, "i'm actually live right now."
that gives you pause. your relationship isn't really a secret to xiao's fans, but since he's so popular and his fans are notorious for their... enthusiasm, you tried to make your presence known as little as possible. with xiao's chair out of the way, you're right in the camera's view. you catch a glimpse of yourself on the monitor and shuffle uncomfortably.
"do you want me to bring your food in?" you ask, your voice softer this time. "you haven't eaten in a while and i'm worried about you."
usually, you don't have to outright tell him this. xiao's incredibly perceptive, even if he's a bit of an emotional wall. but when he's tired or in work mode (or in this case, both), you have to make things a little more transparent for him. xiao's eyes widen slightly at the mention of food. "shit, i'm sorry. i'll get up now and--"
"no, no, stay put. i'll be right back." you hold out a hand, stopping him. you have an idea. you quickly head back into the kitchen and grab the food before coming back into his office, pulling up the spare chair he has in the corner of the room. xiao doesn't bother talking to his chat anymore, his eyes too focused on you.
your cheeks warm under his stare. "stop looking at me like that." you mutter.
"i always look at you like this," he retorts, raising an eyebrow fondly. his eyes flick to his chat briefly where his viewers are going crazy at the domesticity of the situation. "the chat loves you, you know."
you roll your eyes and scoop some fried rice onto a spoon. "they love you, not me." you raise the spoon in his direction, tapping it on xiao's bottom lip gently. "c'mon, open."
it takes a second for xiao to process what you're doing. you can almost hear the gears turning in his head as he slowly opens his mouth, accepting the food you're giving him. you can't help but giggle as your boyfriend holds the food in his mouth, his lips pulled into a frown as he thinks. "chew and swallow, you big baby. i'm not going anywhere until you finish." you tease.
xiao squints at you before turning back to his game, softly apologizing for the interruption. "since my partner's decided to join the stream," he says once his mouth is empty, "why don't we make ourselves a little more comfortable?"
"what?"
you're about to ask xiao what he means when he suddenly takes the food out of your hands and places it on his desk. he rolls his chair back and pats his lap twice. "c'mon. sit." is all he says.
you don't budge. "this chair is fine," you say. "and you need to be able to see the screen."
"i'm a good multitasker, you know that."
"i'm not gonna sit on your lap, xiao."
it's not that you didn't want to. you really did; you would never pass up the chance to be chest to chest with xiao, but insecurity roots you to your spot. you know from experience just how clingy his fans can get. even when they knew he was dating you, they still tried to find ways to drive wedges between you two. the last thing you wanted was to pour gas on those flames.
unfortunately, xiao didn't think the same.
xiao is fast -- he always has been. he's quick to pull you into his arms and seat you on his lap, your legs on either side of his hips. you're straddling him mostly, your chest pressed close to his own. your face practically bursts into flames. "what're you doing?!" you seethe, trying to push yourself off. xiao's grip is relentless. "xi-xiao, you're still live, let me go."
you make a soft sound when xiao ignores you, instead opting to rest his head on your shoulder and pay attention to his game again. he adjusts his headset and angles his mic. "sorry about that, guys, let's get back into it." he says as though you're not slowly losing your mind on top of him.
the food is all but forgotten as xiao taps away at his keyboard, commenting on the game you learned he was asked to review early by a reputable game company. you gave up your fight a long time ago, opting to wrap your arms around his waist and lean on his shoulder. it's embarrassing as all hell, but you can't deny that he's comfortable. you've actually started to drift off.
"you alright up there?" xiao asks, scaring you. "you're quiet."
"you're working," you answer. "i don't wanna bother you." you pull back a little and turn your head so you're facing his neck. xiao's fingers pause for a moment when he feels your breath on his skin, but he quickly resumes. you smirk to yourself.
since xiao was allowed to make decisions on his own, then so were you.
you blow hot air onto xiao's neck, giggling when you feel him freeze beneath you. "focus, xiao," you whisper.
xiao grunts quietly. apparently, that's the wrong thing to say. you watch his adam's apple bob before he keeps up his commentary. to his fans, he might sound normal, but you can hear the strain in his voice. teasing xiao while he works isn't something you do often, but it is something you enjoy.
"you're supposed to be eating," you whisper again. you lean in and press a dry kiss to xiao's neck, your ego shooting through the roof when you hear his breath hitch. "i hope you don't mind if i eat you instead."
you didn't mean anything by it -- not really, anyways. but xiao picks up on your tone right away. he smoothly ends the live and reclines in his chair, bringing his hands down to squeeze your thighs. "that's not why i put you on my lap, you know." he grumbles. "i'm gonna have to record the rest of the game later."
"shoulda thought of that before you dragged me down here."
"brat."
"dummy."
you feel xiao start to trace circles on your skin with his thumbs, bringing about a pregnant pause. neither of you move or acknowledge the sudden tension. it becomes a silent game of chicken. who was going to break first?
the answer is you. you kiss gently at xiao's neck a few times, relishing in the sigh he rewards you with. he subtly angles his head away to give you better access, but you stop him, pulling some of the sensitive skin between your teeth.
xiao hisses, the sound loaded with far more than just irritation. you don't need to see his face to know what he looks like right now. "i thought you wanted me to eat." his voice is gruff. if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was upset with you. but you know better. oh, you know much better than that.
you can't stop the shiver that runs down your spine. "i never told you what i wanted you to eat."
that's all the push xiao needs to stand, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist and cling to him. this wasn't at all what you had planned for the night, but when you lean back to see a familiar flame burning bright in xiao's amber eyes, you figure that the food can wait.