⏾⋆.˚ SYNOPSIS You haven’t been able to see your dear boyfriend, Silver, all day— normally you would at least catch a glimpse of that familiar silver hair somewhere in the halls but no! It’s only until a scheming and mischievous bat spilling the news that you learn that Silver has been stricken by a cloud of aphrodisiac! And all of a sudden, you are offering “help” to cure Silver’s illness! ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১
⏾⋆.˚ GENRE smut, porn with plot
⏾⋆.˚ INCLUDES Silver Vanrouge
⏾⋆.˚ CONTENT WARNING afab!reader | reader is yuu | possible spoilers of main/side stories | established relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | mentions of side characters | nicknames | implied aphrodisiac usage | aged up characters | pet names | prone bone + headlock yumm | implied creampie | unprotected sex | p in v | cumming inside | might be a lil OOC | author note at end ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა
There’s an unmistakable pout plastered on your face, walking all alone through the almost empty halls of Night Raven College. You were supposed to be walking to Ramshackle with your troublemakers; Ace, Deuce, and Grim, but it seems their chaotic nature has finally brought karma— ending up with them stuck after class with a very irritated Crewel. You could only imagine the amount of lectures and suffering the trouble trio was putting up with now. . though you couldn’t say that you felt too bad, in fact you snickered quietly when Crewel dismissed everyone but the chaos trio.
However, there’s a dull ache in your chest. . it felt even more quiet and lonely today— now that you think about you, you haven’t really seen your boyfriend, Silver, at all today. Normally at lunch, he would pass by your lunch table and let you press a soft kiss to his cheek, earning harmonized disgusted groans from Ace and Grim. He’d even accompany you to the walk to one of your classes, but his presence really seemed to be missing all of today.
Is he feeling unwell, surely he would have told you of his absence beforehand—
“Oh my. . why hello there, prefect!” A cheerful voice hums out in pure delight, a voice full of mischief and playfulness— there are only a few people in mind who act so lively around you. . but the person shows themself very quickly.
Lilia, upside down, appears directly in front of you with a suspicious grin plastered on his face. You flinched so hard, hair standing up from his sudden presence. . you clearly were still unused to his tactics of showing his abrupt arrival.
“Lilia! You scared me!” You huff out, glaring at the old bat who seemed to shrug off the slight frustration in your voice.
“Have I really frightened you that much, beastie? Perhaps I should do this more often fufufu. .” Lilia giggles out, eyes sharpening as he seems to watch you closely, smiling softly when you try to relax your nerves.
“Oh right! Lilia, have you seen Silver at all today? I’m starting to worry for him, perhaps he fell asleep in the courtyard again. .” You sigh out, missing the overly excited and mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Well of course! He’s resting in Diasomnia after a small. . mishap happened in his class” Lilia hums out, the pause in his words has you arching a brow— an accident in his class?
“Why, you should go visit him right now, I’m sure he’ll be glad to see you khee hee” Lilia giggles, grabbing onto your shoulder before and oozy feeling washing over your body.
In a blink of an eye, you’re standing in the empty hallway of Diasomnia’s hallway— it really isn’t that hard to know it’s the dorm Silver inhabits when the dark green and black color scheme is known as Diasomnia’s thing. You groan softly, clutching your head as the slight buzz seems to fade away.
“ I would really prefer if you let me walk here instead. . my head is killing me” you whine out, shooting Lilia a glare when he giggles at your slight suffering.
“Why, you know that this is the fastest way to get here, beastie. . now go on fufufu” Lilia shoos you away with two pats on your back, disappearing silently as you walk through the halls.
It’s not long before you’re standing directly in front of Silver’s door, pressing your ear against the door. . it’s quiet in there, maybe he is fast asleep. Still, you knock on the door— half of you expects at least a small response while the other knows it won’t be like that. Once. . twice. . thrice. . and still no response from your boyfriend.
Pushing the door open slowly, you peek from behind the door to take a quick glance inside. Silver is sprawled on his bed, it almost looks like he’s fast asleep— almost. . if it wasn’t for the disarray state he’s in. The silver strands of his hair laying on his pillow forms a halo around his head, his once controlled hair seemed to be more tousled. . like he’s been relentlessly dragging his fingers through his hair.
There’s an unmistakable sheen of sweat coating his face, along with a bright flush of pink on his pale skin. Silver is panting heavily, chest rising flaking rapidly— he licks his lips, calling out your name in a quiet and breathless voice.
“Silver. .?” You call out to your boyfriend, who flinches. . quickly sitting up once he realizes that it was a familiar and very desirable voice talking to him.
Those pretty eyes of Silver’s stare intensely at you, clouded with. . hunger and desperation.
“Mmh. .? Prefect. .?” Silver groans out, lazily reaching out to yank a blanket over his lower body, tossing a pillow on his lap for extra measure.
It’s almost unbelievable that you get to see your boyfriend in such a vulnerable state, even calling your name so sweetly. Normally, he has a pristine appearance even when deep in a little nap. But this, this was a whole new appearance of Silver.
“Silver? Lilia told me you had a mishap in alchemy class. . are you feeling any better” you call out hesitantly, quickly walking to his bedside.
You press your hand against his forehead, checking his temperature. . his skin is burning hot—only for him to nuzzle into your touch needily, whipping softly. Silver gently tugs you closer by your hand, resting his head against your chest.
“Mmhp. . I th- think I put a potent flower into my cauldron— it exploded in my face. .” He slurs out, voice muffled by your chest as he refuses to pull away for even a mere second.
Is this really your same Silver? How potent was that damn flower? There’s only a few flowers in the alchemy room that’s potent; but only one of them reacts like this. . the aphrodisiac flower.
You blush at the thought, eyes darting to glance at the pillow, conveniently placed on his lap. Oooh. . oh. Silver inhales deeply, drinking up the comforting scent of you like a starved man.
“Pl- please, prefect. I don’t want to burden you w- with this. . problem. . please leave me” Silver groans out, reluctantly pulling himself away from your chest to glance at your face.
“No—. . I- I want to help you, please let me help” you mutter out, the flush on your cheeks becoming more noticeable— you truly pray to the sevens that nobody will be walking through the halls at such hours.
He hums in acknowledgment, it’s obvious he wasn’t completely persuaded by your words. . still having slight concern that he would accidentally hurt you. Which, in your mind, is impossible— your boyfriend who takes naps with wild woodland creatures, would hurt you? You tenderly brush your fingers against Silver’s cheek, smiling when he sighs in delight.
“A- are you completely sure, I wouldn’t—“ he manages to breathe out, even through his lust clouded mind he still manages to be overly sweet and cautious around you.
If only takes a quick response from you, a nod of your head, for Silver to press a tender and light kiss against your lips— self restraint practically oozes from him as he tries not to become overly eager at the taste of you. .
The heat has become unbearable; your body felt burning hot, slick with glistening sweat, purely sensitive from the overwhelming pleasure. It’s challenging to breathe regularly when a deliciously thick bicep is wrapped snug around the expanse of your neck— firm but not tight enough to deprive you well needed oxygen. If anything, it was keeping your head from falling slack onto the messy pillow below your head. What truly takes away your ability to breathe is the way Silver slams his hips into yours, pretty, slender cock plunging deep into your white-covered walls.
“Hckk—! Nghh. . Si- silver! Haaah, please—“ you loudly moan out your boyfriend’s name in that sweet tone of yours, words slurred and interrupted by your own moans and gasps of ecstasy.
Your eyes roll back soo far when he slams his weight on top of yours with a sickly wet plapp, skin flushed against each other with each thrust, to ensure his length kisses at your most sensitive spots. The silver haired man groans into the slick skin of the back of your neck, lips peppering tender kisses that contrast the sloppy and downright needy thrust of his. With that rough and velvety voice of his, Silver groans out your name breathlessly with a hint of need: it has a delicious wave of heat washing through your body, more arousal pooling back to your raw, sensitive cunt.
“Haaah—. . mmhp, am I g- going too rough, my b- beloved?” Silver groans out in a delightful rough voice, lips worshipping the skin of your neck, shoulder, and collarbone until his marks bloom on your flushed skin.
Drool peeks from the corner of your lips, dripping onto Silver’s well defined bicep. You whimper out when his teeth scratches and bumps into your tender neck, weakly squirming underneath his body. It just has been hours since you two started peeling each other's clothes off: You know he has quite the overwhelming endurance when it comes to physical training. . and with leftover aphrodisiac pumping through his veins, it’s no surprise he’s still needy compared to you.
“Nghh—! Hck, m- more, more please Si’” you gasp out between loud moans and wails, velvety walls quivering and twitching around his throbbing cock— earning yourself a delicious “fuckk” from your boyfriend.
“Pl- please —mmhp. . my beloved” he pants out breathlessly, hips jolting as they smack harder into yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin intensifies drastically.
Your puffy clit drags and grinds along the soft fabric of his bedsheets, already sensitive from the way he was worshipping the bundle of nerves with his mouths and tongue— face buried between your thighs, lapping, licking, and suckling at your syrupy folds. His perfect cock bobs and throbs violently in your gooey walls, Silver must be close by now, drawing out gasp from your kiss- swollen lips.
“G- give me everything, pl- please. . — let me make you cum b- before me, fuckk” Silver moans out between groans of your name, teeth finding its spot on your collarbone, tongue lapping at your slick skin as if your flavor was addictive like wine.
And how could you possibly deny Silver when he’s asking so nicely? Your body trembles violently from overstimulation, that heat in your lower belly intensifies from the pleasure, it’s mind numbing.
“S- silver—!” You squeal out, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes, burying your face the best you can into his bicep as your teeth nibble at his skin.
Your velvety walls spasm around his length, specks of white appearing in your vision as you gush around his length for the nth time tonight. Silver groans out, letting out the prettiest whimper. . shivers coursing through his body from how deliciously tight your walls had become around him.
“Yes— Yesyesyes, my beloved” he stutters out, hips stuttering as he rests his weight on top of your exhausted body— cock buried to the hilt as he kisses at your neck hungrily.
Thick ropes of cum shoot into your cunt, filling you up against as Silver’s seed leaks around the base of his cock, trickling down your shivering thighs.
“Haah—“ you pant out, walls weakly quivering from your intense orgasm.
You hear him whine before slowly pulling from your sopping hole, only the tip in before he thrust back into your messy pussy— pushing his cum deeper. A mixture of Silver and your cum drools from your stuffed hole, creating such a mess everywhere.
“Mmhp. . nghh, a- are you feeling well, pr- prefect?” Silver asks gently after a few minutes of synchronized pants and huffs, kissing your nape.
A blissful expression is plastered on your face, practically melting into Silver’s tender touch. You nod your head slowly and lazily, a pleasurable ache in your body settles in. He bends down to press a kiss on your spine, resting most of his body weight on your body— the skin-to-skin contact is well welcomed by you.
Perhaps, next time, you’ll be the one to accidentally get an aphrodisiac cloud blown in your face. . You are sure your night in the shining armor of a boyfriend would come to save you, like you did for him.
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⧼⏾⋆⧽﹒ AUTHOR NOTE ﹒⟢ Can you really believe that I wrote this draft wayy back, like in may 18, and is now just finished completely editing it (𖦹ᯅ𖦹) But I’m pretty glad I took the time to edit and give it some lore instead of just unfiltered smut, tehehe ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა I love Serani Poji, the only artist that gave me enough energy to finish this
I also wanted to say, I really appreciate how you guys are sending me requests. . it makes me feel like you guys actually enjoy my content, tysm ily and I’m sorry for taking forever to get them down <33
Anyways, I just wanted to say that I do have a lot of fic ideas in mind that I really want to get started; a 500 follower special, a bunch of requests from you guys, and even a series that I wanna get a Taglist started for! Love you guys lots, make sure to take care of yourself mwah mwah (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
By that, I mean he doesn't care if it's just sitting together in the same room quietly or napping beside each other, he's satisfied. He doesn't care if you're basically ignoring him and doing your own thing. He's not hard to make happy.
He enjoys whatever you two are doing, as long as it's together, despite being totally awkward and boring. According to him, your presence is more than enough. He doesn't say that part out loud, but you can gather that information simply from his overall demeanor.
Sometimes it's pottery dates, biking dates, camping or even just basic sleepovers.
He doesn't mind if it just consisted of cuddling and spooning in silence, because at least it meant being with you.
premise. you're a good student at tevyat high, with stellar grades and a good personality to boot. even whilst trying to strive for the best academically, you seem to get yourself in these insane situations?
notes. first post on tumblr aaagh insane!!! might do a pt2 if i get that far, reader inspired by typical shoujo protagonists, crabs hate reader in xiao's section, reader is class president, reader wears glasses in lohen's section, apologies for ooc w some, implied that zhongli is xiao's dad, zhongli as history teacher, minorly proofread sorry for mistakes!!!
xiao, episode one.
"look, guys, there's crabs over here!"
you'd forgotten how unnatural hu tao could be at times. usually, being placed as class president is a novelty students celebrate, but after being forced to organise the beach trip to 'release steam', you weren't so sure. it took half of your will to live to even get everyone's signatures and the rest of it was being expended on trying to stop the public from judging hu tao's shouting.
still, being president is a role you can't forgo, so your feet meet sand quicker than you'd like to admit. "hu tao, i'm glad your happy, but aren't those, like, dangerous?"
she laughed, throwing her red bucket in the air. "mmm, maybe! apparently they're a very good judge of character," she beamed, but her new 'friends' were far too close for your comfort, especially once the brown-coated crab on her palm made itself known.
ganyu had joined the fray too, shyly scooping up one of the smaller crabs from the bucket. "woah, they're actually quite friendly."
"since when were crabs ever known for being friendly?" you probed, crossing your arms. it wasn't exactly harmful for them to be playing with sea animals... but if one of the younger years stumbled upon this and got hurt, it was definitely you who'd be placed at fault.
you bit your lip. "okay, fine. i'll hold one, but if i say they're dangerous, your putting them back."
hu tao nodded eagerly, fishing another crab out of her tub, its back a dusty blue. she softly placed it into your hands, which you raised slightly to get a proper glance at its face. (okay, maybe this was pretty cute...)
"ow!" or not. you were quick to notice the stabbing pain through your finger, and the claw which had attached itself. you quickly screamed, closing your eyes and praying it would just leave of its own accord, but the annoying guy wouldn't let go. if you had another second of the thing clawing to your hand, you'd be sure to hit hu tao, but the pain soon calmed.
"hu tao, you should've known better. no one should be playing with the crabs round here." oh. you recognised that voice, mainly because you only heard it at school meetings. finally, you opened your eyes, meeting green hair and a crab now sitting calmly in xiao's palm.
she huffed. "okay, sorry! i didn't realise it'd be that mean..."
he just sighed softly. "we should probably go clean that cut," he'd noted, before pulling you away from the group. you'd only just noticed his hand had been holding your injured one.
it was a little bit shameful to have to tell your history teacher that you'd cut your hand open because of a crab. even worse, you knew he was related to xiao in some way. though, before you knew it, you were sat under a parasol whilst xiao opened the first aid kit.
the silence was loud, even for a busy beach. you coughed. "um, i'm sorry for this. i was just worried about the younger years getting scared, y'know, and... yeah."
you looked up. xiao was smiling slighty; you'd never seen him do that. "it's fine. i know hu tao has some rather outlandish habits."
you hummed. that was true. hu tao had been in your class for a few years now, and she hadn't changed. maybe you wish she had, because the antiseptic wipe stung more than you wanted it to.
"sorry about that. but, nearly done." his fingers soon went for the bandages, wrapping a few layers around your finger. he wasn't exactly harsh, more so firm in what he was doing. once he was done, he gave your hand a light pat, like signalling he had finished his job.
you nodded at his handiwork. "impressive. at least i know who to come to when i get attacked by sea creatures again."
xiao had managed to laugh at that. then you paused. didn't hu tao say crabs can read people? "wait... you held the crab just fine, right? it only bit me!" you then looked over at hu tao's station. there were at least more than ten now, stroking the back shell of the crab without question. you groaned. "what the hell?"
albedo, episode two.
it was embarrassing to admit, but you were pretty sure you've liked albedo since the first day you met him. it was the day of the dreaded maths exam, and you were seated next to him. he'd subtly slid his answers to your side. you were usually a dedicated student, but having a guy risk expulsion to help you on a test? husband material.
so, it was no surprise when you wrote him a letter of confession. it wasn't exactly easy: what return address could you put, locker 483? so you just put his initial on top and stuffed the letter in before school begun. you weren't sure of his exact locker, but you knew it was near one of the doors, so you slid it through the grooves of the appropriate locker and moved on.
you tried getting a peak of him at break; he was stood at his locker with one of his classmates, al-haitham. they were both looking down at something, presumably your letter, but ayaka dragged you away before you could even catch his reaction!
though, you'd imagined, no biggie. you had maths with him later on in the day, so the answer would be revealed then.
"hi, albedo," you smiled, already sat in your seat. you had been expecting 'letter' to be one of the first words mentioned, but...
"hi."
what? you looked over at him, to see him busying himself with whatever task maths had asked of him. you blanked; this is definitely not the way these confessions play out in anime. "you, er... read anything good lately?"
he hummed. "not really."
it felt like a sucker punch to the gut. had he just not read it? no, you were sure he did, you literally saw a peak of the letter when you walked by him earlier. maybe he didn't understand your intentions? but you made them perfectly clear...
the lesson passed by much slower than usual. you didn't attempt more conversation, and neither did he. in fact, you don't think he could've left the classroom faster. had you offended him that badly?
you were the last to walk out of the room, except your way was blocked.
"name."
"oh, al-haitham? what's up? i don't think i owe a library book..." you drifted off, looking back up at him.
he evaded your eye contact. "no, not that; i just wanted to apologise. about your letter. i'm sorry, i don't feel the same way."
you scoffed. "is this his way of shutting me down? wow."
al-haitham finally looked at you. "he? why are you referring to me in third person?"
the bell rang to officially signify students should be leaving now. "you? what are you on about? that letter was for albedo, but—“
"no. you put it in my locker."
your face dropped. "what?! that was for albedo. i even put an a on the front!" maybe that was a slight fault in your plan. albedo, al-haitham... you can see the mix-up now. "i'm so sorry, i have to go!"
if you were quick enough, you'd be sure to catch him. your feet pounded against the tiles of the hall in fast succession. was that the reason for his coldness before? even if not, you can't risk it; albedo would definitely avoid you if it was.
there was only one place he'd be. you slammed the lab door open, being met with his eyes staring dead into yours. "name?" it was still that cold tone, but he approached once he saw your panting figure.
"did something happen?"
"the letter's for you, not al-haitham! i didn't put your name on it because i knew my friends would tease me for it. but that was my mistake and i'm sorry, truly. if you like more not, that's up to you. but i couldn't stand you not knowing the truth."
albedo placed his lab goggles on the desk finally, walking over to you. "i see. i will admit, i was slightly surprised you'd asked al-haitham out for coffee. but to answer the question in your letter: yes, i'd love to go to that cafe with you."
wanderer, episode three.
valentines at tevyat high could rival any of the big holidays. huge banners of hearts laced the hallways, heartograms were available to send to that special someone; but most importantly, the chocolates.
you'd made a rather big batch. enough for your friends, your parents, even for your neighbour's little kid. you'd stared at the last pouchful, tackily decorated with a red bow and labelled 'wanderer'.
initially, he wasn't in your list of givees. he snuck his way in there like he snuck his way into both your mind and your heart. even so, when they lingered in your palm, you didn't exactly know what to say. happy valentines day seemed optimal, but you had no true reasoning for making them. you weren't particularly close, and...
a girl in the lower year approached him as you reeled, exclaiming a sweet cheer before skipping down the hallway. you'd managed to see the heart-shaped cardboard in his hand. there was no chance you could give them to him now, he'd just received them from another woman!
so, you'd agreed that lunchtime would be best. you spent four periods hyping yourself up. it's just chocolate, he'll appreciate the gesture, it's not like you've never spoke. still, to you, these were a statement. i choose you. or maybe not, considering this is only school, but still!
your hands held the pouch once again, feet finally moving towards his lunch table. there was sethos and cyno, all appreciative of the attention, but wanderer definitely had the most. two girls were at his shoulders, not to mention the pack that consumed his free space, all with chocolate in hand.
seriously? maybe this was a pointless endeavour. you wanted to give him a sweet treat, not contribute to his teeth rotting. the pouch found its way back into your bag once again with a heavy drop. you manoeuvered your way around their table, ignoring the glare directed straight into the back of your head. probably a love-struck girl angry that your in the general vicinity of her crush.
therefore, you couldn't help but wait to go home; the only obstacle was your last lesson. you’d gotten there pretty early, considering there was nothing (or rather, no one) to spend your time on in substitute.
you’d been focusing on your book when the door opened with a harsh whack to the wall. there was barely any time to look at who it was before the scraping of a chair filled the room: and then he was sat in front of you.
wanderer. with the most pissed off expression you’ve ever seen.
“have you been avoiding me?” his fists were tight against his chair.
you hesitated. “no… why would you think that?”
he grumbled, grabbing his bag and pulling out a sleek box. it must’ve been from a bakery or something, the golden logo reflecting against the light in the room. “i’ve been trying to give you these all day but you’ve left every time.”
“oh! oh. wait. valentines chocolates? for me?”
“don’t read into it. just have.” wanderer pushed them forward.
you smiled. “well, in that case…” you reached into your bag again, lifting out the red pouch. suddenly, it didn’t feel so scary as before.
he didn’t react outwardly, but his hands took the gift quickly. “are these homemade?”
“yeah. it was pretty hard.”
you didn’t miss the slight blush that graced his face.
lohen, episode four.
out of all the days your body chose to be sick, it had to be today. you were supposed to be going out with lohen today, but you had to cancel because you woke up with a striking headache. he'd left your message on seen, so it was a clear sign he was too mad to speak. would he forgive you if you just left him alone?
your chain of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door. before you could even answer the person, however, they quickly entered your room. blue hair and red eyes were your first clue (you hated figuring out who it was just off of colours, but your headache meant your glasses were a definite no-go). "how are you feeling?" and that was your second.
"lohen?" you mumbled, hands rummaging on the side desk. water, book, but no glasses... dammit. this wasn't how you wanted to present yourself to him.
he quickly walked over to the desk, grabbing the frames with adept ease. his hands hesitated, but eventually folded them open and placed them on the bridge of your nose. "there ya go. much better."
there were many questions you wanted to ask; how he got in, why he came in the first place, whether he was still mad. but your cough got you first, and lohen wasted no time in sitting on the edge of the bed. he rubbed your back whilst the fit pursued, then sighed. "you're really sick, huh?"
"what, are you saying you thought i was lying? is that why you came?"
he hummed. "well, no. but if you were lying, i'd be pretty impressed at how hard your trying to keep this facade up," instead, he raised his right arm, revealing a plastic bag.
lohen had actually bought some useful things for someone whose sick. a thermometer, painkillers, a flannel and some soup.
"wow, my knight in shining armour, thankyou."
"well, couldn't have my favourite class president dying, could i?" he'd taken the thermometer out of the packaging, placing it under your tongue. "plus, maybe i had ulterior motives. we were supposed to go out, and i kinda thought you'd bailed intentionally, so..."
you raised your brows. "and if i had?"
"you don't wanna know."
there was something about lohen that could be ridiculously unnerving. you never knew if it was the fact his eyes reminded you of a vampire, or hid oddly violent tendencies in and out of the classroom. now was one of those moments: his smirk, albiet cute, was not helping the chills running through your body.
the thermometer finally beeped, and you pulled it out. "39.3."
you scraped a laugh. "yeah. this is so boring, though. we were supposed to go out, and i was so excited! that pop up literally lasts two days..."
that was right: you and lohen had planned to go to a music pop-up, by your request. they were handing out the new cd by one of your favourite groups. lohen hadn't exactly remembered the name, 5wirl or something. still, you were clearly pretty bummed about missing it.
"well, you couldn't come see the fun, so i had to bring it to you." he reached further into his bag, holding two of the new cds. they both had tiny scratches on the covers (you daren't imagine how lohen resourced these) but they were still as good as you imagined.
"lohen, your clinically insane. this is... oh my god, it's like i'm dreaming!" you squealed.
he laughed loudly. "see? having a fever isn't so bad when you have someone who can grant your dreams for you."
"i'd call you a drama queen, but i'll let you have this one, since you've been so gracious."
that seemed to appease him enough. "so, the plan is i make your soup and we can listen to their new album together. how does that sound?"
you couldn't help but grin. "deal."
kinich, episode five.
as class president, you were usually in charge of most of the activities throughout the school year. however, the most important was always the summer festival. last year, the previous class president forgot to save enough funding for it so they cancelled... and got made fun of for ages after graduation. you could not let your legacy be the same!
and, for the most part, it had been going well. as a celebration for the students in the final year, there was music and food and dancing. you'd watched your friends enter before, who practically begged for you to join them, but the pressure was too much. what if someone got hurt, and they needed your help? nuh-uh. no leisure for today.
well, that was the idea. it was growing late at this point; nothing had gone wrong, really. you sat at the benches towards the beginning of the festive area, staring at the lights. it did truly seem beautiful... but, it wouldn't be wise to go.
"hey." he'd stood in front of you before you'd processed it. he was a close friend, considering he always gave you a hand whenever you struggled with the logistics of being class president. his garments tonight were definitely more relaxed compared to his usual school uniform.
"hi, kinich! just in time for the main event! so, the trail goes forward to food and mini games, and,"
"yes, i know."
you paused. "oh, right. what is it then? looking for someone?"
kinich looked around before his hand outstretched. "kind of. i think you should come look around with me."
"ah, i don't think it's for the best. i need to stay posted in case anyone needs me. i can enjoy from outside."
he tilted his head. "but you can properly appreciate the work you've put in when your actually in it. come in, if anything actually goes wrong, that's the teachers responsibility." he pondered for a moment. "take this as you repaying me for the favours from this year."
you couldn't deny that he had a valid point. anything seriously wrong could be tended to by the teachers, or any responsible adult for that matter. kinich had extended you much help this school year, to which you hadn't payed him back. plus, you also hadn't ate yet, and the food smelt so good... "fine. i accept. but if anyone asks, you dragged me away from my post."
and, archons, were you glad that he'd asked you. it was incredible. the lights glowed up in a warm yellow, illuminating the whole atmosphere, and you couldn't help but bask in the festivities. it felt like he prepared for this beforehand; he bought skewers before your stomach could rumble, joined in on crafts before you gave him puppy eyes, and even found the perfect spot to watch fireworks whilst you quickly caught up with friends. they had been gushing about how he'd asked you before any of his other friends, but that wasn't even confirmed, right?
you found your way back to him, where he greeted you with a small nod. "i, er, have to thank you for tonight. i mean, i wouldn't have even seen all these things if you hadn't have asked me to come with you. and for buying those skewers; i swear i'll pay you back!" that was most important. you remember mualani mentioning how kinich is with his money.
he shook his head, turning to look up at the sky in wait for the fireworks. "you don't need to pay me back. not with money, anyway."
you were about to probe him on what that meant, but the booming of fireworks soon caught your attention. they rippled in the sky in a gorgeous sparkle, and to be frank, you were too enamoured to notice kinich staring at you.
earlier, you had told him that fireworks must contain wishes of the people watching, which is why they burn so brightly. so, maybe the words diluting on his tongue could be conveyed through the display instead: that he didn't need any money, because you'd already paid him by just accompanying him tonight.
I need Malleus and Silver to have that sibling relationship.... You know the one, where the younger snitches on the older one because they're a little shit (yes I have younger siblings how could you tell)
Lohen, the vice captain of the fifth company, Mondstadts 'Resident Lunatic,' and the 'Terror of all Ruin Guardians,' has a secret.
He fucking adores rabbits.
Big ones, little ones, ones with small ears and ones with floppy ears; if it's a rabbit, he will stop at nothing to pet it. Cats are nice, and so are dogs, but there's just something about a bunny he can't help but adore.
Which makes it all the more hilarious when he decided to introduce you to his 'most ferocious allies.'
"Okay, okay, now...try not to freak out, they can smell fear~" lohen chuckled lowly as he led you through his darkened office, feeling helplessly for the long forgotten lightswitch.
"Alright, just let me turn on the light- ack!" You stumble as a table oh so rudly struck you for existing within the shared space.
"Whoops! Sorry, my love!" Lohen finally released his grip on your hand to switch on the lights, at last illuminating the room, "over here, they're waiting for us!"
You rub the back of your leg, shooting a spiteful glance at that infernal table. Thank goodness lohen kept his weapons in storage instead of carelessly laying about, or this trip would've ended in a hospital visit.
Then again, it still might.
Lohen had not been very...descriptive when it came to these 'mysterious allies' of his. The excitable man simply said they were his 'greatest and fluffiest soldiers under his command,' as if that was enough to explain why he stole you away from an important meeting with the other captains.
To say you were curious was understandable. To say you were afraid was an understatement.
Lohen ran to the small cage on his desk, which was occasionally thumping about as whatever was inside jostle the crate with its rapid movements.
"And now, I present to you the most fearsome of beasts in Mondstadt...VIOLA!"
Lohen yanked the cloth off the cage with a flourish, revealing much to your excitement- and ease- two big, fluffy rabbits. One with black spots and another covered in thick, ebony fluff.
"Meet Doomfanger and Soul Stealer!" Lohen grinned as he let the two fluff balls out of their cage. Doomfanger scratched at his spots, while Soul Stealer cautiously hopped closer toward you.
You couldnt stop yourself once brought face to face with the 'fluffy menaces' especially as Doomfanger ran up along lohens arms. "Oh my archons, they're so cute!"
Soul Snatcher rested his head in your palm as you scratched behind his ears, it seemed he was more sociable than his brother.
"I know, can you believe I found them in the cellars. Destroyed our cabbages, but I didn't like those anyways." Lohen let Doomfanger climb up on his head, allowing the gentle beast to rest on his perch.
"You are the cutest fluff ball I've ever seen, how are you real!?" The cuteness aggression was overtaking your senses, though, it seemed Soul Snatcher was already used to this treatment.
He was lohens pet after all.
You followed the bunnies to the floor, watching Doomfanger overtake Soul Snatcher in combat, while one was far fluffier, one was far stronger than the other.
Lohen picked up Doomfanger and set the bunny on the floor, Soul Snatcher quickly joined as the two began to wrestle. " trained them with some of the gaurd dogs, now they're the perfect gaurds! As long as they get their treats!"
"Why do you have to keep them locked in here? I've literally never seen these two before. They're so precious!"
"Well, I didn't think you'd like them. So I didn't wanna show them to you until I knew you could handle them, And they wouldn't bite you. So, i put one of your sweaters into their crate so theyd get used to your smell. Soul Snatcher took to you quickest! And as for the cage...."
Heavy footsteps rang through the long halls as a familiar, exhausted, voice echoed after the clanking of metal. Unconsciously, you stood at attention for the Grandmaster.
"Lohen for the last time you can't keep running out of meetings just for 'a quick missi-'
Varka stood frozen in the doorway, as he watched Doomfanger sniff the air, as if checking for nearby prey. Soul Snatcher began to thump his legs against the floor aggressively, they Had indeed found something interesting.
Lohen snickered as the bunnies prepared to pounce on their prey, snickered as Varka let the papers he was holding fall onto the ground.
"Last time I let them wander, they turned Varka into a chew toy~"
Lohen pointed a finger towards the Grandmaster, finally granting a command to his menacing soldiers. "Go my children, KILL!"
Varka took a step back from the door, never letting his gaze escape the rabbits. With each step he took back, the rabbits took one forward. While Doomfanger had sharper teeth, Soul Snatcher was the quicker runner.
"Nice B-bunnies, good bunnies...lohen call them off or I'm docking your pay."
The rabbits lunged forward, chasing after the frightened Grandmaster down the hall. The sounds of their little footsteps drowned out by the rapid clanking of metal.
"No, NOT AGAIN! NEVER AGAIN!"
Lohen ran after the two bunnies, laughing joyfully while leaving you the choice to follow or to find him during his future punishment in Solitary once the Grandmaster remembered he was far larger and stronger than those 'killer bunnies.'
what would having a first time with venven be like
This. THIS.
You cant make this shit up cuz these lines are all canon. ITS CANON. DOM VENTI IS REAL.
HE IS A GENTLE DOM IM TELLING YOU
And first time with venti will be the sweetest and gut wrenching tender loving toe curling seggs you’ll ever have in your life
He’s just so gentle, so understanding, so kind, so patient— which is such a turn on !!!! 😩💦🫦
It hasnt even reach the exciting part and you’re already passed out because that’s just how easily swooned you are by his words heck I dont think id be able to handle it if he says these in bed HMNGFDRDJFJDJDJ
HEAR ME OUT JUST IMAGINE IT:
Venti's hovering over you with that gentle knowing smile of his that always melts your heart. His fingers trace soothing circles on your hips. He never rushes you nor does he pressure you.
"Shh, easy does it, my love," he murmurs against your ear. "Look at me. Breathe in... good. Now out. That's it. I've got you. Take your time. We're not going anywhere until your body is ready to welcome me properly."
He presses forward just a little and your breath hitches. Immediately he stills and rests his forehead against yours.
"Too much? We can wait. Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay. Don't be shy. I don't mind. Count with me, okay? Deep breath in... one... two… then out…” His thumb strokes your cheek as you try to follow. "Perfect. You're doing so well for me."
When your legs are wrapped around his waist and he's sinking deeper, he catches the little whimper that escapes you.
"Easy. easy..." Venti coos as his hips rolled in the gentlest possible motion as he could without hurting you. "I know it feels big. I know. Just relax and let me take care of everything, okay? Shh, it's alright. Here hold my hand. Let the pleasure build slowly."
He leans down to kiss the corner of your eye where a tear slipped out.
"There we go. Nice and slow. Feel how perfectly we fit? That's my good girl. You're taking me so beautifully already. Let's take it to another step, okay?"
imagine pantalone sending letters with scented ink to reader (because according to yelan, wealthy people from snezhnaya use floral fragrances to show romance in writing) 🥺
Wealthy Snezhnayans liked to pen their letters with a floral fragrance to inject some romance into the message. And even Pantalone, with all the gifts and extravagant things at his disposal, could not help but use the simple trick as well when he saw how much you liked the extra touch. He very much teased you when he walked in on you smelling the also expensive paper that, quite literally, carried the scent of his love, and your collection of carefully stored letters, so that the scent would last as long as possible.
So while it wasn't often that your husband left the frigid land he resided in, when he did, he still managed to be quite attentive to you. Mainly, with the letters Pantalone found fit to send you more frequently than he probably needed to. It might be Calla Lillies when he visited Mondstadt's Goth Grand Hotel... or the scent of Silk Flowers flowing through his office in Liyue's Northland Bank... or really just any scent that he thought you might like.
However, this time, when one of the staff handed you a letter written by Regrator, he was not stationed in another country, but just down at Zapolyarny Palace, tied up with tiring work and meetings. That didn't include the one Pantalone had sent you this morning and afternoon, and now at night. Well, that was alright. You'd rather have him ponder over which scent to draft a message with than have him light up a cigarette.
"Huh... Lonie's just a bit over in Snezhnograd, and he's acting like we're nations apart." You couldn't help but chuckle, finding it far too endearing that you were important enough for him to want to write to you that often. Or maybe he was just exhausted with dealing with Pulcinella, and you were his outlet. Oh, you could just imagine Pantalone excusing himself from the Mayor's lecturing under the guise of needing to send out an important message.
Regardless, you carefully opened the envelope, a bit of the scent already flowing out. Your dear Feofan always went the extra mile for you; after all, a little bit more Mora was nothing to him if he could procure some scented ink that was stronger than the average ones sold. You brought the paper up to your face, trying to guess what flower he had selected this time.
It had become a bit of a game between you two, you trying to guess the scent before you read the revelation in the letter. You had an inkling of what it could be this time before you finally unfolded Pantalone's letter.
"My dearest, [Name]
Unfortunately, I will not be able to make it back home tonight. No matter how smoothly things go, there is always something that hinders the resolution of our current issues. A pity I have to deal with them here instead of the comfort of your arms. My, I have become so used to you on my lap that I believe the absence of it is hindering my attention.
Did you go to see the opera we booked? I hope it was to your liking. A shame I could not come with you. I would ask you to tell me what you thought, but it would likely serve as a better conversation if we waited to speak in person with some tea and sweets.
Have you guessed the scent I've chosen yet? Lumidouce Bells represent parting and the desire for reunion, my dear. But I'm sure you're already well aware of that.
I'll try to wrap this up as soon as I can.
Feofan"
You let out a soft sigh as you traced Pantalone's words with your finger. A desire for reunion, indeed. If he wasn't missing you, he wouldn't be sending all of these letters.
It was already late, but the Fatui never rested in their pursuit to bring about the new world, and you were sure Pantalone was still up anyway. So naturally, you began penning a letter back to him, quill dipped in the scent of Rainbow Roses to signify your longing for a romantic encounter.
You’re sitting on the side-edge of the bed, still ruthlessly fumbling with the thin ankle strap of your left stiletto heel when the familiar spider-man themed ringer goes off.
You lean across to grab his phone. And right before you, on the screen is a rather turbulent, flashlight flooded picture of jason wearing a hot pink rendition of the bat suit with ridiculously tiny fairy wings that are being swallowed by his entire frame, you barely make out the wings tips sticking out from behind his shoulders.
Paired with a “jayfairy” contact label.
You seriously know better than to ask at this point.
Standing, and careful not to faceplant with your half-worn heel, you start penguin shuffling towards the ensuite. And low in behold, Richard John Grayson in all his glory.
The warm glow of bathroom light practically swarms towards his model-esque, greek-god-sculpted, sun-kissed body and face. Your god of a husband, who looks like he's just stepped out of Lloyd's Mamma Mia or a Hugo Boss men's cologne commercial hovers by the sink in a loose white button up, tending to the hems at his wrists and the buttons on his blouse.
“It’s Jason,” you say, holding out his phone, smiling and peering into the ensuite.
He halts buttoning, leaving part of his chest exposed in an easy loose V at the open collar, tanned chest catching the light.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” Dick says softly, eyes tracking the screen on your hands as he takes the phone from you and answers it.
"Yeah,” he addresses jason casually skipping the niceties.
“Sure thing, I’ll be there…
Meanwhile, you attempt to multitask. One hand, braced on the ensuite door frame to steady yourself as you resume fighting your ankle strap. Your (literal) achilles heel every date night. You bring your knee up, try to reach at your ankles but struggle the one-hand manoeuvre with this ribbon-thin, flimsy buckle. You shift, try leaning your back against the bathroom's door frame... nope, your shoulder against the door frame? your try lifting your knee higher, but your mini black dress hikes up, pulling tight and you swear you hear fabric groan. You stop immediately because ripping this dress would make you put the devil in devil wears prada. Then consider shuffling back to the bed… Mmm, no. Bending down maybe?—
As you start to lower down, Dick’s palm meets your shoulder halting you. Your eyes flick up and you see Dick suddenly next to you, one hand steadying you for a brief second as he gently waves off your commotions. He mouths an I’ve got it, already tucking the phone between his ear and shoulder.
And he lowers himself to one knee before you.
“Bruce doesn’t need to—” he continues into the call, the cell clipped between his cheek and right shoulder. His face practically plush against your bare leg, breath faint and warm against your shin as he talks.
“Uh huh, yeah… an hour early, I got it. You’re one to talk since you’re always the late one, Jay,” he says playfully taunting at Jason through the line all the while focused on your strap.
Your hand grips the door frame, while the other holds onto his shoulder for balance (yes, the shoulder of the Greek God knelt before you) and between the wooden frame and Dick's deltoids, the doorframe never stood a chance.
His fingers caresses your ankle and he slots the teeny, tiny, metallic piece through the strap holes. And trust your husband to know exactly which hole! The strap of the velvet heel remains snug enough to support your ankle but not choke off your entire leg’s circulation.
For a man with big fingers and a thread-thin strap in said fingers, he's good with those hands. Probably, too good you think. You’re probably jealous you think.
And when the pad of his finger touches the inside of your ankle and the cool metal of his gold wedding ring also slightly brushes your skin, all the nerves in your leg light on fire. You realise then as you tighten your grip on the doorframe that even 10 years of marriage couldn't diffuse the effect he had on you.
As Dick finishes, he doesn’t rise. With a knuckle to the tiled floor and still on one knee, he remains half-immersed in whatever Jason is saying when his attention shifts.
Up.
To you.
From where he’s kneeling, his gaze finds you as if he’s only just seeing you for the first time. You mouth a quiet thank you, and he only watches your lips with such focus like he's counting the syllables of your gratitude.
Looks like you held your charm for 10 pretty well too.
“Mhm…” he breathes into the phone.
“Look, I’ll meet you by the manor and we can sort this out later. I gotta go.”
He ends the call before the last vowel leaves his lips.
“Hi,” you say.
“Why, hi there,” he teases, looking up at you with literal shards of glitter in his cobalt eyes. “Who’s this beauty sneaking into my shower?”
“Please,” you giggle.
“Who’s the Greek statue in Tom Ford on my tiles?”
Dick beams and his dimples appear beneath the warm overhead light.
His hand trails over your calf as he looks up at you. Slowly, he lifts the leg he’d just finished tending to, resting your foot and heel gently against his raised knee. Yeah, disregard the heel from puncturing the Wayne-tailored trousers.
His softness makes you chuckle, until his head dips and he presses a gentle kiss to your calf.
And for a second, or minute, you forget why you even have lungs.
The sight of him on one knee, with the warmth of his lips against your skin, nearly makes your knees give out.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, looking up at you again, chin resting on your bent knee.
“Oh, get up here,” you murmur, reaching for the undone tie hanging loosely over his chest.
He rises slowly, letting you pull him closer by the tie until he’s right in front of you.
And then you remember how to breathe when you kiss him.
His lips meet yours, pressing softly against your Charlotte Tilbury pillow talk–coated lips. He guides you back slowly until your spine connects with the edge of the doorframe, his arm braced against the wall beside you. You hold onto him, breathing in the familiar scent of mint from his shampoo mixed with the pang of wood and fresh, airy trace of his cologne, and him. All intoxicating you all the same. But you have to pull back. In case he missed it the first time.
“Thank you,” you whisper against his lips.
“For?” he says airily.
“The past 10 years?" you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Oh, and the strap.”
He flashes that gorgeous smile. The thing about you is you never take anything for granted when it comes to Dick Grayson. And maybe that's the 10 year secret.
And the thing about him? Is he'll do anything for you, even if it means being on his knees 'bout it.
“Anytime, sweetheart," he says kissing the side of your temple.
"If you want, I’ll undo it too. You know..." he bites at your earlobe
"The 10 year anniversary special way.”
You laugh, leaning your head back on the frame, a fleeting memory of your wedding night garter washing over you. You kiss him just as deep as you did right after that I do. Then another feather-light peck stamping his jaw.
“Later.”
@ karaaeps
slice-of-life, plotless cutesy shit from my drafts!!!!!! lowkey scrap description practice i did on the train but i pinky promise there's so much more stories with plot and substance to come from me!
my darlings, i haven't been writing too much lately because yes, the university and work baggage is overflowing (get me outta here, bruce, i beg ✈️)
but! oo big but! i do have a series brewing...
so until i get a moment to polish those, you can get my unedited scraps as proof of my living breathing happy (but busy) body. and maybe, some sneaks soon ;)
Husband!Xiao who never understood why people made such a fuss over acts of service. If something eased your burden, why wouldn't he do it? It was only after Verr Goldet teasingly called him "domestic" that he realized not everyone instinctively reached for their spouse the way he did.
Husband!Xiao who, without fail, gently lifts your feet into his lap every time the two of you sit down together. Whether it's after a long walk through Liyue Harbor or a quiet evening at Wangshu Inn, his fingers automatically begin working the soreness from your arches.
Husband!Xiao who quietly replaces your worn-out shoes before you even realize how bad they've gotten. He claims the old pair was becoming "impractical," but the new ones are somehow the exact style and color you always reach for.
Husband!Xiao who notices when you've skipped a meal long before you admit it. He'll disappear for a few minutes and return with almond tofu or your favorite dish, setting it in front of you with a simple, "Eat."
Husband!Xiao who has memorized every little sign that you're tired. The way your shoulders sag. The way you rub at your eyes. The quieter tone in your voice. By then, he's already suggesting you head home.
Husband!Xiao who always walks on the side closest to the road or the edge of a cliff without ever thinking about it. To him, it's instinct.
Husband!Xiao who pretends he doesn't understand why you're smiling at him while he fixes your scarf. "The wind is stronger today," he'll say, as though that explains why he's carefully tucking every loose end into place.
Husband!Xiao who learned to braid hair purely because yours kept getting tangled during long trips. He insisted it was inefficient to leave it loose. He's surprisingly good at it.
Husband!Xiao who cannot sleep deeply unless he knows you're safe. He spent centuries remaining alert for danger, and old habits die hard. Even now, he unconsciously reaches out during the night just to confirm you're beside him before relaxing again.
Husband!Xiao who silently takes the heavier bags every single time. If you try to argue, they're already gone from your hands before you've finished your sentence.
Husband!Xiao who has no concept of spoiling someone. He simply notices that your tea has gone cold, so he reheats it. He notices you've been reading for hours, so he leaves a snack nearby. He notices you've been moving all day, so you're getting a massage before you can protest.
Husband!Xiao who never interrupts when you're talking, even if he doesn't have much to add. He'll sit in complete silence, listening to every story from your day as though it's the only thing worth his attention.
Husband!Xiao who starts keeping little things on his person because you've needed them before: a handkerchief, a hair tie, medicine, a spare pair of gloves when winter arrives.
Husband!Xiao who doesn't know how to apologize with flowery words. His apology comes in the form of a hesitant, "I was unfair to you." To anyone else, it sounds simple. To you howver, it's one of the hardest sentences he's ever learned to say.
Husband!Xiao who still answers your call immediately, no matter how many years you've been married. The moment he hears his name, he's there. Some habits, after all, are forever.
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