At the hands of cruel fate, the two lovers must face the price for their love, their sin. As the prince raised his sword with tears flooding his eyes, he murmured words of love for the peasant, the woman he loved.
As the sword sliced her neck, splattering blood everywhere, the prince can't help but felt his heart filled with sorrow. He looked at his hand, dirtied by the blood of his pure love, he pierced his heart with the same blade he used to end her. And as he lay by the side of his lover's lifeless body, he smiled.
Every moment of their love flashed in front of him, how she tenderly showered him with affection, how he never once thought of her as dirty and that she was purer than the flaming fire where no impurities resided. He smiled at how he would satisfy her every request and spend their nights professing their undying love when the moon is their only witness.
He smiled at his memories where he kept whispering to his love how he imagined a family, a big family of five with him and her as gentle and loving parents. Though the fantasy was almost fulfilled by the news of their first child, fate can be such a cruel thing.
He smiled at the thought of her, oh her kind self. How pure she is, how pure her love is. No matter the challenges and hardships, she faced it all with a strong, bright, and cheery smile. Her shine far surpasses the sun, as he was convinced that she was the one who brought the day along with the bright daylight sun which brings joy to everyone. He knew that she is the sun, his sun.
He is convinced that she was the one who covered the sun with the blanket of the night, where relaxation and peace could be found. When the majestic moon would come out and listen to stories of the world to sing to tomorrow's sun, he knew for sure that she was the moon. His moon and he is the stars that swore to protect her.
The oath that he broke.
Still, he smiled.
He smiled a smile full of joy as he held her hand that reached out in the light. Smiled, knowing how they would finally be happy at the place where nobody would protest against their divine love. In a place that are safe for him, his beloved and their unborn child. A safe and accepting place in the next life.
genre: fluff and a little crack?? (just stupid parts)
summary: how these genshin men react to coming home and seeing you asleep on the couch while waiting for them to come home
word count: >800 words
sidenote: just note that you might not agree with the characters in that section, this is just how i see them as. OH YEAH, uhmm navigation is in the works so after that y'all can start requesting if you want
picks you up bridal style and brings you over to the bed
To them this is the quickest way to get you into bed. They don't want to bother you by waking you up since you're probably in a deep sleep at that point, but they also don't want to let you continue sleeping on the couch since the chances of you waking up with a stiff neck are extremely high. They’re such caring partners to the point I’m jealous. Some of them are pretty nonchalant about their love for you though, but if they’re sweet enough to do this then I think it’s pretty obvious they’re real into you. Will get really close to your face to either peck your lips or rub their nose against yours, just another reason why they prefer carrying you to bed. I can see them whispering a light “thank you” to your sleeping figure in their arms since they appreciate you trying to stay up for them. Excuse me, I did not ask for this sweetness, ughh.
— al haitham, diluc, gorou, kaeya, ZHONGLI
gently wakes you up and tells you to sleep in the bed
All of them are surprised that you stayed up and feel their hearts clench at the image of you sleeping, you’re so cute to them. Would try their best to be as quiet as possible and gently shake you awake. You deserve to get some proper sleep… in their arms. AHHHHHHHHHH!!! I can easily confirm that when you wake up still half asleep their eyes would get so soft at the sight in front of them, a smile crawling up their lips cause omg how are they so lucky to have you. Will guide you to bed and tuck you in again before joining you in. Lets you lay your head on their chest and will stroke your hair or run their fingers through it to ease you to sleep. It’s so cute how smitten they are for you.
— ayato, baizhu, THOMA, tighnari
drapes a blanket over you and kisses you goodnight
I can spot sweethearts from a mile away, and these men are it! I’m only like 27% joking rn. HEAR ME OUT!! Yes you’ll probably have a stiff neck in the morning cause of this but they are so sweet when you’re asleep. Really doesn’t want to wake you up so they just let you sleep there, will cover you with a blanket so you don’t get cold. Sighs cause they find you so pretty, one of them for sure has a blush on his cheeks seeing you look so soft *cough* cyno. ANYWAYS, leans down and cups your cheek with his hand and stokes it with his thumb. Kisses you goodnight on the forehead, lets their lips linger there for a bit before pulling away with a smile. Aww, they’re so whipped.
— aether, albedo, cyno, KAZUHA
tries to fit themselves on the couch to cuddle and sleep with you
THESE MFS!!!! Does not give the slightest fuck if you are sleeping on a couch half their size THEY WILL MAKE IT WORK. Just like breathing = living, sleeping will always equal cuddles, it’s just a given. The idea of y’all sleeping in a proper bed just goes over their head, plus this seems more fun. They’ll whisper for you to move a bit so they can fit in. Just saying, these idiots are probably gonna wake you up in the process. Don’t worry tho, they’ll bring you close to their body and give you enough body warmth for you to fall back into sleep. Is the type to bury their head in the crook of your neck, mumbling a soft goodnight that you instantly relax to.
— childe, ITTO, venti, kaveh, heizou
leaves you on the couch, might check up on you here and there
I don’t wanna make them look anti-romantic but y’all I cannot even sugarcoat the fact that they would not care if you were sleeping on the couch or not. I'M SORRY!! But like they probably think you slept there on purpose so the idea of moving you to the bed would not even be there. They think you’re weird for sleeping there, for sure will ask you about it the next day. As much as I want to make them seem like the most unromantic person ever (jk) they will check on you ever like 10 minutes minimum. At one point they get so tired of walking back and forth from the living room and the bedroom that they decide to just sit on the floor beside the couch and sleep there. You’ll probably wake up and see your hand intertwined with theirs, they’re soft boys in disguise.
— dainsleif, WANDERER, xiao
nothing much left to say other then thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed the little scenario i made <3 let's hope i can actually be more consistent with posting, mwah
pairing: diluc x f!reader
prompt: you love your boyfriend, you really do. he’s just so, so trusting in you that you can’t help but to trick him every now and then. (alternatively: you give diluc the world’s ugliest onesie as a christmas present and now that it’s all over, you want to go back in time and punch yourself in the face for unleashing this curse within your household.)
word count: ~2.5k
warnings/genres: humor, fluff, sfw but like… adult jokes at some points
a/n: purely self indulgent, nobody requested this, tried out a bit of a different writing style. i wrote this to try to cheer myself up, so hopefully it makes you all happy! no beta reader though (but i never have one anyways)
You had a tendency to think of yourself as the funniest person in Teyvat at times.
Especially when you had Mondstadt’s most gullible eligible bachelor wrapped around your finger, desiring to cater to your every whim. Sure, the two of you were like two young teenagers in love despite being much older, to the point where it was a mental workout to restrain yourself from leaving purple and blue marks all along his neck, desiring to hear praises stutter on his lips as you show the man the love he has lacked over the years. It didn’t help that he also had those cherry-colored eyes that pierced into you, the only eyes to ever truly see you for you. In your humble opinion, the best part about Diluc Ragnvindr is neither his wisdom nor his love, but his ass.
Unsure if Barbatos is actually able to listen into your thoughts or not due to Venti’s uncanny capability to make jokes about thoughts you know you have never uttered aloud whenever Diluc turns his back to the two of you at the bar, you quickly rectify your thoughts and mumble an apology to the potentially omniscient alcoholic bard.
The best part about Diluc Ragnvindr lies within his ass… umptions. His assumptions, specifically about the inherent truthfulness he believed to be in your statements. Your boyfriend, as much as you loved him, is an extremely gullible man. Such a fact is even written on the ceilings of every room, but it never hurts to double-check. If you are Teyvat’s jester, then Diluc is Teyvat’s fool, but he is a fool in love.
𓂅 genre: childe, diluc, xiao, and kaeya x gn! reader fluff
𓂅 warnings: mentions of scars
𓂅 summary: kissing their scars and how they'd react to it
𓂅 note: rawr hi hello <33 i'm really sorry for postponing chapter 1 of the series soooo here's an apology gift HAHSJS. YEA THIS IS JUST PURE BRAINROT FUELLED BY THIS ART BY THE TALENTED @calligraphii (go check him out rn u will Never regret it) I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY EITHER WAY ^^
CHILDE
like the bloodthirsty harbinger he is, childe gets into tons of battles which end up giving him some nasty scars.
he's never been afraid of showing them to you. in fact, he prides himself in his healed wounds because they symbolize victory and strength to him.
there's a story hidden behind each scar and he spends hours relaying them to you in animated excitement.
he has you cradled in his strong arms on the bed, allowing you to point out different scars and ask him to explain how he got them.
there's this one particular scar that leaves an almost concerningly large mark right across where his heart would supposedly be.
you trace it with your fingertips curiously, the tenderness and warmth of your touch causing goosebumps to raise on childe's skin.
"ah... this one..." he trails off, raising a hand to casually stroke the back of your head as you listen to his story intently.
he expects you to be worried, mad even. but when you lean down to plant a kiss to his scar, right above his thundering heart, his stomach starts doing wild flips and his eyes soften immensely.
"i'm just grateful you're still here. with me," you mutter softly. childe simply cannot resist the urge to kiss you at that moment. his hands cup your face, fingers caressing your cheeks as his lips mold into yours perfectly. usually his kisses are hungry and desperate, but this kiss was different. it was sweet, sincere, and entirely loving.
even when he's breathless he doesn't seem to want to part from you. but, when you do eventually part, he leans his forehead against yours, taking your hand to gingerly place it over the scab once more. you can vaguely feel how is heart thrums in adoration for you as he says, "still here and will always be here for you, sweetheart. i won't ever leave you."
DILUC
unlike childe, diluc is more reserved with his scars. he doesn't think you'd want to see something so like that on him.
however, when you do get closer in your relationship, he seems to forget that they're there in the first place.
you make him feel comfortable enough to change in front of you. he knows you'd never judge him no matter the circumstances.
the first time he does change in front of you, casually tossing his shirt to the side, he's a bit worried when you go completely quiet.
"is something the matter, love?" he asks, craning his neck to peer at your figure behind him. a shiver runs down his spine when he feels your fingertips trace over the ragged lines on his toned back.
"how'd you get these?" you ask, arms coming to wrap around diluc's waist as you continue examining the scar.
he relishes in your hold and replies to you by saying, "i got them from tending to problems caused by the abyss order. nothing new."
"they are rather... unsightly though," he adds. but, before he can ask you if you'd rather get him to out his shirt back on, he feels your lips press against his skin. at that moment, all his sane thoughts and coherent words fly out the window.
such intimacy was still a tad bit foreign to diluc, but he welcomed it nonetheless. he fears that you can hear his heart pounding out of his chest when you continue to litter loving kisses across the lines of his back before perching your chin on his shoulder.
"not at all, luc." the simple reassurance is enough to have the corners of diluc's lips tugging up into an uncontainable yet small smile. he thought he was already so in love you but oh boy... you just made him fall for you much harder.
XIAO
he's lived and fought for such a long time, it's impossible that the adeptus' skin isn't littered with battle scars.
similar to diluc, xiao is more reserved with his scars. he would easily get flustered and a little insecure at just the thought of you seeing one of them.
however, he can't hide all his scars. there are some thag are clearly shown on his exposed skin, and it's not that hard for you to notice them.
xiao is aware that the scars are there, but you haven't paid them any mind yet so he hasn't worried about them.
on the night you do notice them, he tries not to react that much, trusting you enough to trace over the healed wound with your hand.
the scar you were currently caressing was on on his shoulder. he kept quiet as you continued to trace over it, a faint pink dusting his cheeks.
he would have quietly explained the origin of the scar but it wasn't a particularly big. it was minor enough that he had even forgotten how he had gotten it. so without anything to say, he keeps his mouth shut in a thin line until he sees you leaning in dangerously close to his shoulder.
"what are you—" all words die on his tongue when he feels your lips press against the wound on his shoulder, eyes growing wide at your caring affection.
xiao can practically feel the way his heartbeat speeds up rapidly when you raise your head from his shoulder to look at him with what he can definitely conclude is love. he still has yet to recover from his shock when you tell him, "your scars are pretty."
at that, xiao's cheeks flare darker to the point where not even the darkness of night can conceal his blush. you're patient with him and xiao can never express how grateful he is when you give him space and time to collect himself in times like these. he's even more grateful when you're content with his curt and short "thank you" as a reply, pecking his cheek softly before continuing to sit in the peaceful silence of the passing night.
KAEYA
being a cavalry captain, despite how laid back kaeya always seems to be, is not an easy task.
he's had to undergo years of training to master the skill of swordsmanship. he's had his own fair share of fights throughout his years of being captain.
with his job injuries are inevitable, so he tok has many scars all across his body, the most common ones being on his hands.
underneath the smooth gloves that he wears are calloused, rough, and scarred hands that telk stories of hardships and triumphs.
he's rarely seen in public without his gloves on, but at his shared home with you, he lets his hands be vulnerable in your comforting presence.
he lets you play with them and hold them without any qualms. he even has the nerve to throw in some teasing remarks like, "oh, so you like them rough ;)" please smack him upside the head </3
it's gotten so normal for him to let you examine his hands so casually. so when you give them extra attention and love, he is pleasantly surprised.
on one night when he's simply reading a book and letting you toy with his hand as per usual, he's surprised when he feels you pressing your lips against the numerous little scars loitered on his palm. he tears his eyes away from the page, cupping your face in his hand and smiling softly when you nuzzle into his skin.
"you're rather affectionate today," he chuckles softly, setting the book aside to pull you into his arms for the night. you shrug and intertwine his hand in yours, pecking his knuckles softly.
"i just love you that much." you smile up at him and kaeya can't helo but smile back. he cradles the back of your head with his free hand, pulling you closer to press a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. "well, i love you as well, angel. much more than you will ever know."
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May I request some fluff involving Kaeya's S/O tending to Kaeya's hair? Washing it, brushing it, braiding it or just playing with it in general. Kaeya's hair is long and undoubtedly soft and NEEDS to be touched and caressed so much (much like Kaeya himself).
Bonus points: S/O is very good at braiding and, when they're feeling playful, they do up Kaeya's hair in incredibly elaborate braided styles that get all the people of Mondstadt staring in awe at Kaeya for the rest of the day, and he basks in the attention like the peacock he is while making it no secret it's his S/O's handiwork, and when S/O undoes said elaborate hairstyle at the end of the day, it's a slow & sensual & tender experience, lots of gently running fingers through Kaeya's locks & sneaking kisses on his face & shoulders
cries screams and **** i love that shit so much i fucking grrrr
Kaeya's used to doing his hair by himself now. He's been doing it alone for a while now, so it's not like it's something weird to him.
However, once you started to play with his hair he realised just how much he liked it. It not only kept you so close to him, but it also was such a soothing sensation to him, making him melt into you with happy sighs.
He trusts you enough to not really think much about any potential consequences that could come up from you being given free rein of his hair. Honestly, as far as he's concerned, you're probably going to do amazing, and if you don't it's all water under the bridge because he spent time with you as you did it.
He can hear you shuffling around behind him almost nervously, taking a sip of his drink and reading his book with a hidden amused smile.
"Sweetheart? Is something wrong?" he asks, finally turning to look at you.
"No, nothing. I just..." he can tell you want to ask him something, gesturing for you to crawl into his lap. You do so, maybe less gracefully than he thought but he easily catches you, kissing your cheek.
"What is it? What do you want?"
"Can I do your hair?"
The look you give him melts his heart, your puppy dog eyes are totally unneeded but definitely useful if he was considering saying no. Instead of replying, he just turns his back to you, letting his hair out and chuckling to himself at the happy noise you make as you run off to get your things.
Your touch is warm and lingering, pressing soft kisses against his scalp and resting your hands on his shoulders as you plan your next move, hmming and haahing from behind him.
He laughs whenever he feels you getting distracted, tangling your fingers through his locks and messing with them. It's quiet and you can barely hear him, but he is so happy to know you're having such a good time combing through his hair.
When you're done he can't help but whistle lowly at the sight of himself in the mirror. He preens a little, facing this way and that way to admire the braids and loose curls that perfectly frame his face. He's glad he's got some errands to run now, happily showing off his hair. Every time someone comments on it he tells them how you put so much effort into it, flaunting just how much you love him.
"It was such a long day. I felt like a walking advertisement for you," he teases when he's finally able to relax, sitting between your legs and leaning against the mattress.
"So? Is that a bad thing?" you scold, pulling on his scalp as you undo his hair to mess with him.
"Yes. It was awful telling everyone just how in love I am with you," he laughs, tilting his face up for a kiss.
You take your time taking his hair down, eventually ending up on the floor behind him. You're leaning against him, massaging his scalp as you press kisses against his neck. He hums happily, leaning back against you as well as you brush out his hair, pulling you around so you can work on his bangs.
"Any longer and I might fall asleep," he yawns, putting his arms around your waist.
"You can sleep. That's fine."
You pull him into your chest, cupping his hands in your face and peppering him with kisses. He falls into you, sighing in contentment and letting you spoil him with attention, practically crawling into your lap as you continue to lavish him with kisses until you decide to persuade him into the bed. You finish up as he burrows into the sheets, continuing to mess with his locks until the two of you fall asleep together.
I feel like big people r such a good hugger. Like Itto for example, he's big yeah? Him hugging you would be so warm and comforting. The feeling of his... hard muscles against you😍😍😍 Yum I love me some muscles😩 Anyway he would be such a good teddy bear.
wherein you pull out all the stops in an effort to persuade alhaitham on why he should date you, only… he woos you instead?!
CONTAINS : gn!reader, 7.8k wc, fluff, (attempts at) humour, angst if you squint, reader gets ill from overwork in one part, slight spoilers for 3.2 archon quest (brief mentions/recap of end events)
A/N : reader is struggling but they’re trying their best, alhaitham is a (smitten) menace and bad at feelings (kinda); the embodiment of u fall first, he falls harder (i just think we need more energetic/cute readers with haitham TヘT)
It wasn’t anything special. Really. Just you, your first day jitters, and the calm boy beside you in his Haravatat beret; the same one as yours.
Perhaps he’d noticed your flitting eyes, your shifting feet, or your wrung hands that swung gently in front of your robe-clad body because, when your eyes met (and, oh, what pretty eyes he had), he gave you a small nod. Of what? Comfort? Acknowledgement? Salutations?
You couldn’t tell, and you couldn’t ask. By the time you regained your senses he’d already walked off, the blank space beside you feeling strangely empty.
It wasn’t anything special.
But to you, that one, singular moment was all you needed; the comfort it gave was immeasurable, your first day jitters nonexistent.
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