Other than that, I may be a tad slow with requests and such because I usually have a lot going on, however I should be getting in one post a week. A lot of the time my requests won’t even be open, that’s mainly because I enjoy writing the ideas that come to my mind.
And please please don’t send me a request when I tell you my inbox is full. I will delete it immediately ( no matter how good it is- ) because it just shows that you don’t care to check if its open, or you don’t care to wait for my service. Please appreciate when others write for you, and that means waiting if their request status is closed.
a/n - hey haven’t been writing much :,) hope to get back into the swing of it soon but schools been kicking my butt. anyways quick drabble hope you guys enjoyy
It was chance the first time you encountered the wanderer, a humid evening atop the valleys of Liyue. Chance that you both were heading towards the ports and were free for the night. Simply happenstance that he invited you for a drink, to a dance, to his bed. You would think nothing of it, lest it remain in your head as a sliver of uneasiness. A boding sense that there was something more to this chance, more to this happenstance, more to him.
As an adventurer yourself, you were a firm believer of instinct, of that knowing sense that dwelled deeply inside you. You had depended on it countless times in order to survive in the harsh exterior of Celestia, you continued to rely on it today.
It was only now, pressed up against one of the brick building of Monstadt that you’d realized you’d looked past that same sense of intuition. The one that screamed at the Wanderer, the one that knew the encounter was more than chance. As he slipped a lock of your hair behind your ear, you saw the familiar smile grow. Lips leaning closer to your ear you were frozen between both the words and the warm breath that sent shivers along the length of your spine.
“Chance,” You whispered again, eyes glued to the familiar white hair that slowed with the dim evening breeze. “We met by chance.”
But deep inside you knew otherwise.
“No my darling,” He cupped your cheek with his palm. So gentle, he had been so tender that night too. “Its destiny.”
a/n - hey haven’t been writing much :,) hope to get back into the swing of it soon but schools been kicking my butt. anyways quick drabble hope you guys enjoyy
It was chance the first time you encountered the wanderer, a humid evening atop the valleys of Liyue. Chance that you both were heading towards the ports and were free for the night. Simply happenstance that he invited you for a drink, to a dance, to his bed. You would think nothing of it, lest it remain in your head as a sliver of uneasiness. A boding sense that there was something more to this chance, more to this happenstance, more to him.
As an adventurer yourself, you were a firm believer of instinct, of that knowing sense that dwelled deeply inside you. You had depended on it countless times in order to survive in the harsh exterior of Celestia, you continued to rely on it today.
It was only now, pressed up against one of the brick building of Monstadt that you’d realized you’d looked past that same sense of intuition. The one that screamed at the Wanderer, the one that knew the encounter was more than chance. As he slipped a lock of your hair behind your ear, you saw the familiar smile grow. Lips leaning closer to your ear you were frozen between both the words and the warm breath that sent shivers along the length of your spine.
“Chance,” You whispered again, eyes glued to the familiar white hair that slowed with the dim evening breeze. “We met by chance.”
But deep inside you knew otherwise.
“No my darling,” He cupped your cheek with his palm. So gentle, he had been so tender that night too. “Its destiny.”
hi there - i wanted to say sorry for requesting smth i didnt see they were closed 😭 so again sorry i feel bad
Hey!! Dw abt it I’ve been super inactive lately so my inbox has built up a little anyways. Been deleting the ones that have come after I closed requests off but feel free to submit it again when I’m active and requests open up! 🤗
summary - with a powerful figurehead chasing after you, you only have one choice and one person to go to
pairings - childe x gn!reader
warning - all safe :)
a/n - hehe i havent written any badass things in a while, too busy with work and a person of interest, enjoy!! school’s coming up but i’ll try to stay consistent
There’s only one reason I’m walking into a bar unarmed, one reason I haven't leaned against the counter and beckoned the bartender closer, indulged in a late night drink. One reason why I don’t revel in the lights that dance along the laminated wood, staring at the disco in a drunken haze.
“They told me you’re the guy to see.”
I’m not used to walking through the dancefloor with a plan in mind, drafted and in need of heavy editing as it is, an objective. It's always been easier to close my eyes, sip the drink in my hand and get lost in the sea of dingy voices. An intimate moment where my mind goes silent and I am left alone in utter peace. You could call it a refuge, not somewhere to build up a scheme or set in motion what's on my mind.
The orange haired man looks up from his phone, elbow perched on the table with a drink in hand. He looks unbothered, weary eyes suggesting he wants me gone. “For what?”
He flinches when I lean closer, grimacing when my hand folds over the corner of the table and I speak into his ear. “Murder.” There's risk in my every move, and if not for the burning image of her, perhaps I would have felt the slightest twinge of guilt for the man.
I should be concerned for my wellbeing, despite being a reputable thief I am still in the presence of a murderer.
“You’ve got questionable sources,” There’s annoyance in his tone. “I’ve long since left that field.”
That's why I pursue you Tartaglia.
But this is not the setting to tell him of what my plans have to do with his former archon, I have a feeling it will take more than smooth talk to get him out of here. “So that's a no,” I pull away and stare at those nonchalant blue eyes. “I don’t take no as an answer.”
“You think this is up for negotiation?”
I’ve seen him in action before, admired him in the past for his large unrivaled form. It's hard to ignore the warnings that blare in my mind when I imagine the purple cape that flows behind him, a bow bigger than me resting atop his shoulders. Run, this voice urges. Escape while you can.
But stealing from the Tsaritsa gave me balls, and with her on my tail I can’t hide in the shadows anymore.
With that thought in mind I slide a piece of paper from my jacket pocket, setting it down to face him. Non negotiable? “Yes,” watching his expression take the hit is a boost of confidence. “Yes it is.”
It takes him a moment to process the picture of the younger boy in front of him, a second for his eyes to flicker up to mine. They hold unfathomable hatred, and if not for the fear that courses through my body I would’ve been proud for breaking through his mask.
“I don’t respond to threats.” Finally I see a glimpse of this harbinger’s side, the danger in his words as he draws them out. The anger that he holds back presents itself in the grip he has on the photo. His eyes are captured with the familiar figure of his younger brother as he slowly crumples the film, crushing it in his fist and letting it drop to the table.
Careful, it's that same voice that speaks to me again when my finger rests below his chin. Be careful Y/n. “Which is why I haven’t threatened you yet,” my voice comes out as a coo. Soft enough to handle a child, raising his head to meet my gaze as I force a smile to my lips. I feel maniacal, downright insane with the adrenaline that pumps through my veins, the way his jaw clenches and the muscles of his cheekbone ripple.
He’s strong.
I ignore the battle in my mind, the voices that have long become a background noise, the unflinching eyes that stare back at me. I’m in danger, I’m unarmed, I’m crazy.
a/n - i haven’t written genshin in such a long time, the first thing i end up writing? dirty prompts at a library listening to mozart, lovely.
Diluc loves like fire. A smoldering heat that burns to the touch, calloused hands that grip the lengths of your arm to hold you closer, and tighter still. Diluc cannot get enough of you, burying your face into the collar of his waist coat until oxygen is no longer taken for granted. There’s no use in struggling with fire, a flame that enraptured you whole, tinging the hems of your shirt, of your skin, of your heart. Diluc loves like an inferno, and you will be unable to escape when he nuzzles his nose into your neck and calls you his.
Albedo loves like an addict. An obsessive touch that lingers and pauses on your hip, but never strays. Albedo breathes you like a drug, hands smoothening the wrinkles on your skirt, hands unclasping the brooch of your bra. There is no getting in between his urges, his desires, for Albedo has no self restraint when it comes to this placebo. To this addiction. You will have to succumb to his soft words when he tells you to close your eyes, when his hands rest on your hips and he orders you to feel. When he submits to the daily dose of temptation called you.
Zhongli loves like a disciple. An unwavering pledge to you and you only. Zhongli loves like the action is a worship and you are his god, like hands and knees buried to the ground will never suffice to the gracious things you have offered him. Until his hands take hold of your calves and he can press a kiss to your thigh and prove to you just how much he loves you. Your mewls of satisfaction are commands from his supreme being. Your word is law, and Zhongli will do anything in his power to surrender to you.
a/n - i haven’t written genshin in such a long time, the first thing i end up writing? dirty prompts at a library listening to mozart, lovely.
Diluc loves like fire. A smoldering heat that burns to the touch, calloused hands that grip the lengths of your arm to hold you closer, and tighter still. Diluc cannot get enough of you, burying your face into the collar of his waist coat until oxygen is no longer taken for granted. There’s no use in struggling with fire, a flame that enraptured you whole, tinging the hems of your shirt, of your skin, of your heart. Diluc loves like an inferno, and you will be unable to escape when he nuzzles his nose into your neck and calls you his.
Albedo loves like an addict. An obsessive touch that lingers and pauses on your hip, but never strays. Albedo breathes you like a drug, hands smoothening the wrinkles on your vest, hands helping unbutton your blouse. There is no getting in between his urges, his desires, for Albedo has no self restraint when it comes to this placebo. To this addiction. You will have to succumb to his soft words when he tells you to close your eyes, when his hands rest on your hips and he orders you to feel. When he submits to the daily dose of temptation called you.
Zhongli loves like a disciple. An unwavering pledge to you and you only. Zhongli loves like the action is a worship and you are his god, like hands and knees buried to the ground will never suffice to the gracious things you have offered him. Until his hands take hold of your calves and he can press a kiss to your thigh and prove to you just how much he loves you. Your mewls of satisfaction are commands from his supreme being. Your word is law, and Zhongli will do anything in his power to surrender to you.
hey cynn, i'm just here to say, baizhu those relatives who say no are leopard reader those who buy ignore it and give it to their kids anyway
ahh the differences between both family trees- i could see so much tension between both families too, mainly with baizhu's side thinking leopard reader isnt good enough for him, and leopard readers family side just being complete savages
heyaaa- i have a bit more time on my hands now so i opened my requests, be sure to check it out, and if you don’t wanna request anything feel welcome to just pop in and say hi :3
may the stars be forever with you (gn!reader x albedo)
summary - perhaps it wasnt the answer you wanted to hear, but albedo speaks solely of truth
pairings - gn!reader x albedo
song rec - god stood me up by tom rosenthal
a/n - a vent
“albedo.”
There's silence before your lover responds, the grass beneath you prickling at the exposed skin of your arms and legs. Around you stretched a small field of green, pine and firs bordering the quiet meadow. Your haven. But it wasn’t this exact spot that brought forth this solace, and at the thought of home, you tighten your grip on Albedo’s hand.
“yes?”
Both of you were settled on the cushioned mats of grass, scattered with the occasional dandelions, a pale gold. Your thoughts do not align with the refuge around you and Albedo’s hand tightens around yours. It makes it easier to speak your mind. “what happens when we die?”
There's very few things that your boyfriend can’t answer immediately, his opinions are set in stone and knowledge a vast library. He considers everything, his mind conjuring situations that have yet to happen, the risks and benefits, the losses and gains.
But Albedo doesn’t know everything, and you know he’s failed to draw a plausible conclusion when he rubs his thumb over ridges of your knuckles. “why?”
“hm?”
“why do you ask?”
Because beyond this field, beyond this sanctuary is unknown territory. Whereabouts that Albedo can follow you, grasping your hand in his and keeping you home. But he cannot stay alongside you forever, and there are places he will not be able to accompany you to. Territory concealed in the darkness of the trees that divide this moment now, and the future. “i dont know.”
But your lover had a keen sense of telling the hidden meaning behind your words, and you heard him shift to his side, perching himself up with his elbow. “death is a very unpredictable thing.”
“i know.”
You watched vagrant white float in puffs of white, a contrast to the light blue of midday as clouds drifted aslope. “this is why you fret?”
“no,” Your gaze met his and you sighed upon staring at his dubious frown. “there is no afterlife that would be so terrible by your side.” With you, holding my hand, forevermore.
You didn’t want to be alone.
It was then that recognition lit his eyes, mouth opening to speak of comfort, an answer that would satisfy your worries and bury them away. But burying something was never a good way to fully get rid of them, Albedo knew this.
So instead of offering a faux smile or answer, he raised your hand to his lips. His eyes spoke of promise and truth when they softened. “Perhaps I will not be able to accompany you, but you will not be solus.” His lips were soft against the palm of your hand, words a gentle coax to the panic that dwelled inside of you.
“for the stars are watching over you, you will never be alone.”
“Stay with Me” gives me life i do hope you continue it in the future
aghhh i need to at least finish a fourth part to the series and add it to a masterlist or something- i'll try to finish that as soon as i can, currently i'm busy with life, work, and school tho so it may take a little while
i'm glad you like it tho, i'll try it to it done as soon as I have the time <3
are you back from hiatus? if you are welcome back!
mmmm yes and yesn't
sorry thats a terrible response i'm trying to be a bit more active and post from time to time, but i don't have enough time to take requests and try to be consistent. i'll come back as soon as i get the time tho
I know ur on hiatus buy just imagine scaramouche being annoyed at SO for being cold in snezhnaya and doing something hot and making them blush, and saying "there, you're completely red." And just walks away like JhhfhHHhdhdh
sorry for the late response !!
yea i'm still on hiatus so i won't be making a mini oneshot or anything for this- but the idea is adorable and it suits his character so well <3 he'd be looking back inconspicuously too just to check if it did warm up reader's face too hehe
