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BETWEEN PLANS AND PROMISES
pairing: ঔঌ firelord! zuko x fem! fiancé! reader જ⁀➴ sypnosis: You forgot that you didn’t just say yes to Zuko—you said yes to the Firelord. Now you’re stuck in wedding planning chaos, palace politics, and expectations you never asked for, all while trying to hold onto the pieces of your old life before they slip away completely (this is the sypnosis of the first part, this one is the wedding now). mentions: established relationship, engagement, wedding, fluff, part 1 —> here
The wedding was set.
After weeks of planning, arguing, reorganizing, and nearly losing your mind more than once—the date had been chosen, the ceremony finalized, and every last detail rehearsed down to the smallest movement.
You knew where to stand. When to speak. How to move, how to bow, how to exist under the weight of a hundred watching eyes.
BETWEEN PLANS AND PROMISES
pairing: ঔঌ firelord! zuko x fem! fiancé! reader જ⁀➴ sypnosis: You forgot that you didn’t just say yes to Zuko—you said yes to the Firelord. Now you’re stuck in wedding planning chaos, palace politics, and expectations you never asked for, all while trying to hold onto the pieces of your old life before they slip away completely. mentions: established relationship, engagement, soft angst but pure fluff at the end part 2 –> here
He says it so simply you almost miss it.
For a second, all you can do is stare at him.
Zuko doesn’t look away. He never does when it matters. There’s something steady in his expression—uncertain, maybe, but certain about this.
Your brain doesn’t catch up.
Your body does.
Secrets Still Kept
Firelord Zuko x reader
Word count: 1729
Summary: The gaang realized there’s some…tension between you and Zuko, and what are good friends for if not setting you two up? What they don’t realize is that you and Zuko have been together for years.
Katara senses something off.
It wasn’t like anything seems out of the ordinary—the gang is out on some sort of life-threathening mission to save the world once again. But funnily enough, that’s not what she’s been noticing with the two people right in front of her. Walking along the clear night sky and talking about random things that come into mind.
That’s the thing—it wasn’t weird for both of them to interact.
Katara, you, and Zuko decided to look for food in the forest; and it’s been years that they’ve seen one another…it’s just, those two still feel close. Almost as if they’ve been seeing each other frequently. Or maybe they could just have a strong bond after all these years.
You touched the ends of Zuko’s hair, “Your hair has gotten so long,” you twirled a strand in your finger.
Zuko lets you play with his head as he tilts his head, “Has it? I thought you liked it?”
“Mhm…”
“Shall I cut my hair?”
You gasped and pressed your left palm to your chest, “Don’t you dare—”
“You wouldn’t like me without my hair?”
You rolled your eyes, “Now you are just putting words in my mouth,”
Zuko puts his hand up in surrender, “I would never do such thing,”
You move a little closer to Zuko, hands brushing, “And I would not prioritize such a thing—even if it’s your beautiful hair,”
“Not to say Aang is not handsome without hair, Katara,” you joked.
Katara giggled, “Oh, if only Aang heard that.”
You put your pointer finger on your chin, “Don’t you ever wonder what Aang would look like if he grew his hair?”
Katara shook his head, “I’ve seen him, once, when we were kids.”
Zuko turned to Katara, “I guess you’ll still stick with the bald look.”
Katara smiled and nodded at that. She wouldn’t have Aang any other way.
But Katara saw something that made her tilt her head.
You were never an outspoken person, it was difficult for people to read you unless they truly observed. And what Katara saw was the way you leaned a little too close to Zuko, even if you can hear him just fine normally. How a brush of a hand may seem accidental at first, but slowly settles and stays there. How your eyes never wonder off him, even if you need to.
You felt someone stare at you and looked away from Zuko, quickly realizing you were with someone else, you pulled back as quick as you could and looked at Katara.
You smiled at her, a little guilty, “It’s rare we get nights like this, right, Katara?”
She blinked slowly, and nodded absentmindedly.
You turned back to Zuko, unaware of the growing smile that the woman behind you mustered.
You’d thank her later, she thought.
Sokka believed that Zuko would be the last in the group to be…intangled with someone.
Every conversation ends the same way, “I’m an expert at love! Zuko, buddy, you should be asking me for advice when it comes to this. Don’t you need, what, fire baby heirs?”
Zuko would usually roll his eyes, “Didn’t your last girlfriend turn into the moon?”
He just couldn’t believe Zuko would fall in love with someone; after all, with all the fire lord duties and his awkwardness, how could he?
He squinted.
“Hey…Zuko?” He started, “Don’t you wanna get that check by Katara?”
He pointed at the bruised hand of Zuko.
Zuko looked down and inspected it, “It’s fine, ointment would do.”
Sokka nodded, he gets it, not everything has to be healed by Katara.
He tilted his head, “Wait, do we have ointment—”
“Sokka!” Aang called out.
He looked back as Aang waved at him. He walks towards Aang and shouts, “Wait, hold that thought! I’ll ask Aang or Katara,”
Zuko, however, was already heading somewhere. He went towards the sleeping Appa and saw the person who could just heal his wound.
“Zuko!” Sokka called out. He got no response.
“I got ointment, didn’t know Toph would carry some! You know, considering she’s blind!” Still no response.
He was just about to give up and leave the ointment in Zuko’s tent when he heard a voice. Of course, you might know where Zuko is.
He started approaching the sleeping Appa, but slowed his steps as he heard you talking to someone.
“Ugh, you fought those thieves hours ago. Yet, you still stayed silent.” You groaned.
Sokka froze on the spot. Now he knows where Zuko went. He should probably leave, but the chuckle Zuko let out made him stop in his tracks.
“It’s not that bad,”
As Zuko spoke, Sokka took a peak. What he saw was Zuko leaning against Appa, using it as a pillow, and you sitting directly in front of him, adding on the ointment. It was soft. Warm. Intimate.
“Of course you of all people would say ‘it’s not that bad.’ Seriously, we have Katara, might I remind you, a healer. You don’t have to even put on this.” You continued applying the ointment roughly.
Zuko winced, “Well, I’m just testing if you can become a healer one day, you have the potential—“
“Yeah, sure, a non-bender healing,” you cut off.
Zuko clamped his hand over your moving one, “Hey…a healer is not only here to save people, but to remind us that we can still keep going despite what has happened,”
You sighed, “I still don’t understand why you need me to put this on, your other hand is in good condition,” you motioned to his good hand on top of yours.
Zuko started to stand up and that’s Sokka’s que to move out of there. He turned back and sprinted towards the others.
He saw the campfire while the others were seated around. Aang saw him and grew wiry, “Are you okay, Sokka?”
“Yep. Never been better.”
Oh hoho, Zuko is gonna thank him later.
Toph doesn’t need two eyes to see there’s tension between two people. When it comes to feelings, people are blind compared to her. All she could hear was,
Zuko tied his hair into a ponytail, “I’ll be fixing the airship—”
You tilted your head, “Do you need help with that?”
Or,
You stood up, “I’ll get some wood,”
Zuko was already by your side, “I’ll come.”
It was driving Toph insane. Two people, who can see each other just fine, are blind to see what’s underneath the niceties and pleasantries.
So, she decided to have a game of her own.
While the gang was flying on Appa to relocate to their next destination. Aang and Katara were stirring Appa while the rest were in the back. Sokka was finishing up and yapping about his new invention, you braiding Toph’s hair, and Zuko staring into the clouds.
Perfect.
Toph poked your side, which caused you to giggle, “Can you describe the person on your right?”
You looked to the person on your right, “Zuko?” You squinted your eyes, “Why?”
“Bet you can’t say something nice about him.”
You look at Zuko and he looks back at you. Silently discussing what’s happening, Toph, Katara, and Sokka perk up their ears in anticipation of what you’re about to say.
“He…looks good in red.”
“Pfft. Basic!” Sokka exclaimed, “Anyone can look good in red.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, “He’s gotten buff—”
“That’s my compliment!” Toph sat up, “No one takes it. And no one says it better than I do.”
“But that’s a general compliment!”
“Not specific enough for Zuko,” Katara chimed in.
You sighed and rubbed your temples.
Zuko looked at you, his lips twitching, “Is it so hard to say something nice about me?”
You clenched your teeth, “Not helping.”
Toph put her hand near her ear, “What was that? Can’t hear you being nice!”
Zuko leaned in closer, “It can’t be that difficult, or are you just incapable of being nice?”
Your eye twitches and you sigh, “Okay, okay, I’ll spill it.”
The three slowly look at you while you come up with what you’re gonna say. Aang continues to look straight ahead.
Toph can hear your heart thumping, Sokka’s leaning in now, and Katara is staring daggers at you.
This is it, the moment they’ve all been waiting for.
“He’s—”
Appa shook violently and spun as you and Toph grabbed onto each other, Sokka let out a never-ending scream, Zuko shut his eyes, and Katara held onto Aang.
Aang stabilizes his grip on the lead, as Appa finally stops spinning. Toph and Sokka turned their heads to the avatar.
“Aang!” They both said in unison.
“Are you alright, Aang?” Katara touched his cheek.
Aang rubbed his nape, “Oh, sorry, I kinda lost hold on Appa—”
Sokka poked his forehead hard, “Aren’t you the avatar? How could you let go of that simple rope?”
“Yeah, twinkletoes, aren’t you supposed to save the world—that includes us, you know!”
While the others are arguing, you turn to face Zuko with a grimace written all over your face.
Zuko let out a sigh and shook his head. He looks to his right, and you follow his gaze. You move closer to him, sitting beside him as you watch the beautiful fiery sky slowly turn to a gentle and soft shade of the ocean.
Bonus:
As the crew got ready to unpack and set up camp. You find Aang still with Appa fixing his lead.
“Thanks, Aang,” you pet Appa while looking at him.
Aang smiled, “Don’t need to mention it…just, please don't bring up my hair to Katara again.”
You shook your head, “Okay, okay, I won’t.”
After securing the lead on Appa, “But seriously, you can’t even say one nice thing about Zuko? That would save us from, you know, dying.”
You waved him off, “You know if I do that, I won’t be able to stop.”
That’s true, after all, Aang witnessed it first hand.
“Right, just don’t bring the sensitive topic to Katara again,” he rubbed his head, “She’s been asking me non-stop how I’d look with hair.”
You started walking towards the camp, “seriously, though, why don’t you just grow your hair out?”
Aang went after you, “You know why I can’t!”
You looked back at him, “Then what will happen to you and Katara’s children? Will they also be bald?”
Aang flushed at this, “That’s a conversation we won’t be having!”
a/n: back in my zuko era!!
handsy. ۶۟ৎ ashveil is always touchy. — around 1.5k words, nsfw (ageless blogs and minors will be blocked). established relationship, fem!reader, praise (use of pup, good girl, sweet girl), mild temperature play (cold hands), hand kink, unprotected sex, focus on scents and marking (he's a wolf..), choking very briefly, idk. tbh.
One thing has become clear to you the longer you spend with Ashveil—he's touchy. He likes to keep a hand on you, and he's always near enough that you feel his presence and warmth wrapping around you. It's not demanding, just unavoidable. Sometimes, it makes your stomach flutter, the small ways he instinctively protects you and places himself as a shield. It’s easy to get hooked on—the sensation of him bridging the gap between you two and guiding you forward with a hand placed on the small of your back, normally to bring himself closer to whatever he has deemed a threat to you (cars, the wind, Furbo tabloid reporters who pay no mind to their surroundings and almost barrel into you in during their chase of the next big story).
When the two of you are alone, in his raggedy apartment you're trying desperately to make more inviting, he's practically always wrapped around you. His favorite way to rest is to have you tucked in his arms, chin resting by his collarbone, where your voice drifts right into his ears and his fingers can trace up and down your sides until you shiver from how much the featherlight touch tickles.
That's another thing you've noticed—he has a thing with his hands and a specific admiration of how they look against your skin. Or, maybe you have a thing for his hands and he's just picked up on it. He is an observant detective, after all.
## LORDDUO
Based on that one conversation between those two
— Lucius' out
no. 1 fan!
in which your friend watches your streams (and you don't know it's him).
streamer!phainon x streamer!reader
reader is a small-time streamer who does educational streams for fun. written in both povs.
phainon uses a chimera vtuber model so reader doesn't know what he looks like.
author's note: hopping on the neikos496 bandwagon 👍 also idk how streaming works so bear with me.
"and that's all on microbiology. was that okay? everyone following?"
a couple of "yessss" and thumbs up emojis fill the chat, and you give a small smile in return.
"that's great guys! microbiology's honestly one of the topics i'm weaker at so i wasn't sure if i would explain it well."
samoyed_lvr donated 100 credits!
samoyed_lvr: don't sell yourself short! your lessons are really easy to understand. im passing bio because of you haha :D
"aw, thank you! glad i can help. and thank you for the donation too, i appreciate it."
"anyways, i gotta go now guys! don't wanna miss neikos' stream. go check him out if you guys have the time! see you guys!"
your viewers greet you goodbye and leave one by one, the viewer count dropping down to 1. as always, they're the last to leave.
samoyed_lvr: amazing as always (name). you never fail to impress (*^▽^*)
you chuckle.
"flattery will get you nowhere. were you even paying attention?"
samoyed_lvr donated 143 credits!
samoyed_lvr: why wouldn't i when the teacher is you?
"one of these days i'm gonna figure out how to donate the money back to you and we'll see if you like it then."
samoyed_lvr donated 520 credits!
samoyed_lvr: i'd like anything as long as it's from you. but seriously, keep it okay? treat yourself ❤️
you feel your cheeks heat up as you read the messages, warmth blooming in your chest.
"i will. i really have to go now, see you!"
you wave enthusiastically at your computer screen and finally end the live. flopping back into your chair, you let out a sigh.
to be honest, you never thought you would pick up streaming.
in the beginning, it was a way for you to recall the info you learnt in class by pretending you were teaching someone. if anyone ever stumbled upon you, it would be through sheer luck.
one thing led to another, and you gained a small following. you felt a little nervous when you realised actual people on the internet were tuning in to your streams, but you gradually eased into it.
your audience was eager to learn and you were happy to share what you knew. the donations from samoyed_lvr also helped.
speaking of them, they were the first ever viewer you had. you didn't even notice someone was watching until they made their presence known in chat.
(you wish that you could've made a better first impression, considering the fact that you were crying during the first meeting.)
you were revising for a major test and hadn't even finished the lecture materials for the required topics. hence, there was a lot you didn't know.
it had been a horrible week for you too, and eventually all the stress caused you to break down. it would've been fine if you were bawling out your eyes all alone, except that you weren't.
samoyed_lvr: hey i hope you don't find this weird or anything but pls don't cry! it's okay to not know certain things, it doesn't mean you're incapable.
samoyed_lvr: just take things one step at a time, no need to rush yourself. you're not alone, alright? i belief in you!
samoyed_lvr: *believe. sry abt the typo!
the kind words caused your initial shock to fade away, and you ended up chatting with them until the early hours of the morning.
ever since then, samoyed_lvr has consistently appeared (and donated) in every stream.
you once asked them how they found the time to watch and the money to give, considering the fact that they were attending college like you. all you got in reply was an ambiguous "wouldn't you like to know?" with a winky face. what a tease.
anyways, you should stop reminiscing, neikos496's livestream is about to start!
you quickly click on the pre-opened tab in your browser which brings you into the live chat where many other fans spam stickers and messages, waiting for the show to begin.
five minutes later, a small model of a white and blue chimera appears on screen, a cheery voice filling your ears.
"hey guys, sorry i'm late! i was busy with a few things but it's all sorted out now so no worries! alright, what we're doing today is..."
ah, you're really lucky to have been born in a time where he exists.
phainon didn't think it was possible to be jealous of himself. but the way you talk about his other two identities makes him want to punch something. preferably himself.
"...and so i think they were flirting with me? like, they're really kind and sweet too. what do you think phainon?"
"i'm...not too sure. you know i'm hopeless when it comes to these things."
phainon translator: "yes, (name). samoyed_lvr aka yours truly was flirting with you."
"oh! and did you see neikos' new model?! he added a straw hat on the chimera for summer! it was so cute!"
"i did. it really suits the little guy!"
phainon translator: "is a small fluffy mythical monster really that much cuter?? what about me (name)?"
"i know right?! neikos is such a genius."
phainon isn't sure whether feel flattered or sad about that. though it seems he's made his displeasure clear on his face as you firmly press a finger between his brows.
"ow! no need to get violent y'know?"
"wrinkles are gonna develop early if you keep frowning like that. what, are you jealous?"
"why would i be jealous of myse—ahem. i'm not."
the look you give him clearly says "i don't believe you." and phainon wonders if he should come clean about everything. his heart almost drops when you take both his hands in yours and say:
"don't worry, phainon. no matter what, you'll always be my number one!"
"..."
"...phainon? phainon!"
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Oh, how filthy he got in bed.
From the golden boy of Okhema city, the savior of Amphoreus, smiling and waving to citizens all around, to one of the meanest men in bed.
His hips never stop moving when he’s finally popped his dick inside your tight, wet cunt. He’s not shy about it either, whining and moaning loudly against the wet sounds of his hips slapping against your plump ass. His hands tightly holding onto your hips, making sure you can’t run away.
“F-fuckkkk.. g-gonna breed y-you.. g’nna make you all plump and round with my babies,” he’d hiccup and whisper against your sweat slicked skin. While you would whine and try to pry him off, telling him it had already been an hour since you two had begun. His balls would still be heavy with cum, slapping against your skin with a lewd ‘plap! plap! plap!’. His breathless chuckles would fill the air as his hips wouldn’t stop— in fact, he would start thrusting deeper and more purposefully.
The bed would shake, as you swore you could hear the faint cracks of the wooden bed frame giving way. There was no true night in Amphoreus, so you could still hear the faint sounds of city life going on just past the walls of your little home. “..p-phainon! Y-you’re gonna break the bed again..!” You’d cry and moan, nails digging into his back and leaving red hot marks.
Phainon’s hips wouldn’t stop, oh no.
He’d only get filthier, more lewd and needy. Whimpering into the crook of your neck, “p-please… just l-let me.. ngh— shit.. g’nna c-cum again…” he’d groan, and before you could even complain to him— his hips would be erratically thrusting into your sloppy pussy. Previous white sticky seed already oozing out around his thrusting cock, as he would shudder and cum inside you. Hot thick ropes of his seed spilling deep inside you, no doubt in wanting to fertilise your womb.
“Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou” he’d quickly mutter, his hips coming to a slow roll. Stirring up the sticky mess inside you. His pelvis grinding against your overstimulated clit.
“…do you wanna go again, baby—”
“Phainon, the black tide will be more merciful than me if you ask another stupid question.” You huffed to him quickly, limbs sore and aching all over.
“…is that a yes, then?”
© 𝑵𝑬𝑶𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 ★ do not copy, translate, or republish my work, do not use for ai training.
Thank you for the food 🤤
── ❦. Armonia | Blade x f!reader
─ ❧ GENRE: smut, pw/op
─ ❧ READ WITH CARE: mdni, semi-public indecency, dry humping, handjob, edging, shifting power dynamics, banter, marking, somewhat of a brat enabler Blade (he has a lot of patience for once)
─ ❧ WORD COUNT: 5.1k (I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IM SORRY)
𖤝 PREMISE: restraint and longing are Blade's dearest companions, but something about the warmth of the mountain springs and the heated passion of his lover's touch unravels him faster than he might have ever anticipated
Thick steam wafts slowly across the surface of the hot spring, crafting a curtain of allure that blurs the edges of the mountain surroundings and hides the inn behind dark silhouettes underneath the night sky.
The entire world feels far away here in this near forgotten place, which is barely more than a refuge for people trying to catch a break.
Far from the endless cycle of violence that follows Blade like a curse, far from the constant ache buried beneath his ribs, far from the exhaustion that settles into his bones whenever memory turns its claws on him again, he relaxes in the natural minerals that embrace his weary bones almost as tenderly as his lover could... if only she was here.
The spring is quiet except for the soft overflow of water spilling from the rocks and the distant rustle of wind through pine branches. Here, he sits submerged beneath the heat with his eyes half lidded and one arm stretched lazily along the edge behind him.
His damp hair clings to the lines of his throat and collarbones, while droplets of water trace slowly over scarred skin before disappearing beneath the surface. Though his expression remains unreadable in that familiar way of his, there is something distinctively softer about him tonight—as well as a thick layer of impatience.
Yet that doesn't mean his senses have grown mellow. He still hears you long before you enter the spring, that familiar sound of your movement announces your (late) arrival. Blade also registers the telltale hitch in your breathing as the heat of the water reaches you, as well as the rustle of thin fabric shifting against your skin.
However, he does not turn immediately despite the way every sense of his focuses on your approach.
HAIII i'm so sorry this is the first time im requesting a fic before but is it alright if u can do a dottore smut?? specifically where he's like running his hands all over the reader's body and naming every single bone that he touches or something😭😭 i saw a tiktok with that and my exact first thought is dottore😭
AND I'M PRAYING THAT THEY'RE HUMAN — il dottore x assistant! reader
ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list ྀིᨯ — cw. nsfw & 18+ content ahead, excuse my knowledge on bones; this is all based off my stock knowledge, no plot because i'm a loser, afab anatomy used, NO GENDERED PRONOUNS/PETNAMES USED, MAJOR EDGING im sorry. , fingering, p in v action duh, belly bulge, mean dottore, somewhat degradation? (more on implication but he doesn't rly say mean stuff)
m note: and im glad you thought of me when seeing that prompt, ill write an amab version soon but eriohasldhasd would u guys want that? — wc: i think ~1.5k
dottore having you on his lap with your legs spread wide was enough to have his hand right between your thighs. he had pulled you in for an experiment, something that only the two of you could do; something that was considered personal.
HOLYYY SHITT /POS
HAIII i'm so sorry this is the first time im requesting a fic before but is it alright if u can do a dottore smut?? specifically where he's like running his hands all over the reader's body and naming every single bone that he touches or something😭😭 i saw a tiktok with that and my exact first thought is dottore😭
AND I'M PRAYING THAT THEY'RE HUMAN — il dottore x assistant! reader
ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list ྀིᨯ — cw. nsfw & 18+ content ahead, excuse my knowledge on bones; this is all based off my stock knowledge, no plot because i'm a loser, afab anatomy used, NO GENDERED PRONOUNS/PETNAMES USED, MAJOR EDGING im sorry. , fingering, p in v action duh, belly bulge, mean dottore, somewhat degradation? (more on implication but he doesn't rly say mean stuff)
m note: and im glad you thought of me when seeing that prompt, ill write an amab version soon but eriohasldhasd would u guys want that? — wc: i think ~1.5k
dottore having you on his lap with your legs spread wide was enough to have his hand right between your thighs. he had pulled you in for an experiment, something that only the two of you could do; something that was considered personal.
The Wishbearer Masterlist
A Phainon x Reader series
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Last updated: May 17, 2026
Status: ongoing
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About This Series
Phainon grants mortal desires because he must. Each wish feeds a god who has long abandoned mercy for hunger. The world’s wishes have grown small and selfish, and the price they pay is taken so quietly they never notice.
Phainon notices. And it breaks him.
For centuries, he has existed untouched and unseen, unable to want anything for himself. Until your longing reaches him. Gentle instead of greedy, healing instead of hollow. And something begins to change.
This is a story about a connection powerful enough to fracture a curse, about learning to choose happiness even when you’ve been told you’re not allowed to… and about the risk of becoming something more than the purpose you were made for.
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General Tags: Slow Burn. Hurt/Comfort. Angst. Demigod!Phainon. Mythic Fantasy AU (Vaguely Modern Setting). Yearning. Identity Issues. Touch Starvation. Happy Ending.
(Please check individual posts for detailed tags and warnings.)
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hello. did you explode when hoyo showed us blade chilling in a hot spring on today's livestream? me too. so here you go. i made this in like 4 hours. please don't kill me if you find any bugs. thanks and have fun.
[+edit] there are 3 'endings' you could get. this is all dialogue, no narration. i am also very rusty when it comes to writing blade so forgive me if he's ooc!
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xiao in rut ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
the jueyun karst grass is wet beneath you, cold and damp against your palms, but you barely notice it. your legs are trembling, thighs slick, cunt gushing around him, and then he’s there—xiao—amber eyes glowing like molten gold, body vibrating with a heat so raw it makes your own skin ache. his hands dig into your hips like iron, nails grazing your flesh, thumbs pressing deep, and suddenly he’s inside you.
and oh god—he doesn’t stop. every thrust is a wet, squelching slam that rattles your bones, a desperate, punishing rhythm that makes your pussy convulse and drip around him. teeth sink into your thighs and stomach, tiny purple bruises blooming where he marks you, and every bite makes you gasp, arch, whimper, utterly helpless.
“x-xiao…” your voice breaks, nails tearing at the grass beneath you, trying to hold onto something as his pace becomes frantic, feral. the sound of him—wet, primal, animalistic—fills your ears. each slam of his hips is a slap against your thighs, a squelch of your juices mixing with his, and your body trembles uncontrollably under the rhythm.
he growls low in his throat, leaning close, forehead brushing yours, teeth grazing your collarbone as his amber eyes blaze. “can’t… stop… won’t stop…” each word is ragged, guttural, almost a growl, and you can feel the vibration in your bones. his thrusts hit harder, deeper, wet sounds squelching with every movement, his seed filling you again and again, leaking down your thighs, warm and sticky, slicking over your trembling stomach.
your body shakes, cunt clenching around him as your cries echo through the mountains. sweat mixes with your slick, with his own, dripping down your sides, running along your thighs, over your stomach, every inch of you coated in him. teeth marks dot your skin like a roadmap of his desperation, and still he pounds into you, unrelenting, amber eyes blazing, body trembling with every push.
finally, he collapses on top of you, panting, chest heaving, sweat-soaked, seed dripping from your twitching cunt. your legs are splayed, shaking, hips still tingling from the overstimulation, thighs and stomach littered with the evidence of his need. the feral fire in his amber gaze fades to a soft, warm glow, still intense but human now, leaving only xiao—your adeptus, your anchor.
later, you set a small bowl of almond tofu before him. he takes it slowly, fingers brushing yours, amber eyes soft, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. and for just a moment, the primal fire, the desperate rut, all of it melts away. he’s yours. fully, quietly, tenderly, and the scent of him still lingers on your skin, a reminder of everything wild and messy that just happened.
𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 【𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.】
Millennia have gone by, and yet not a single creature has found a cure for lovesickness. Xiao is no exception– and worse, difficult as his feelings are already, they are compounded still by jealousy. Xiao knows it– fortunately, you seem blissfully unaware.
Unfortunately for him, Barbatos knows it too, and decides to free his lips with some fine wine. When Xiao’s words tumble loose, you decide it would be alright to be more courageous than him, for once–
–and ask him to stay.
(A kiss, Xiao thinks, is a fine gift to receive on a birthday.)
Xiao x gn!Reader, 10.5k
— ☘ — ☘ xiao x mortal reader, jealous and lovesick xiao, mutual pining, v slightly suggestive at a part, xiao is v smitten, reader lives in the harbour, reader is not lumine, slowburn (mostly implied bc this is a oneshot and you’ve been friends for years), drunken confession, cuddling, boob jokes, some hcs (menogias made his outfit, xiao has claws like xianyun), alcohol consumption, reader swears a teeny bit, reader has a vision, it’s all just meandering fluff I’m sorry 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 ♡
Xiao hears all that happens in Liyue.
Most prominent are the desperate cries for help– forever at the forefront of his mind, these take priority.
Then come the prayers, although there are not many ordinarily; the majority fall into the lot of the adepti of Jueyun Karst. Even so, there are those that pray to him. They naively murmur their wishes to the wind in the hopes of him receiving them.
I pray my sister has a safe pregnancy, says one. I hope my child has a good day, says another.
(That is not my domain, Xiao thinks every time. But even so, I hope it for you. And if a gust of wind keeps the woman from falling to the ground when she stumbles, and if a qingxin flower mysteriously descends from the heavens to land atop the child’s head, making them the envy of all their little friends– well.)
Neuvillette x reader | Otters angst-ish fluff | 0.8k | gn!reader
“There you are.”
You turn towards the voice, a smile settling on your lips on reflex. Neuvillette seems uncharacteristically nervous, hesitating to approach you and close the distance. It’s a little charming, a little sad.
“Here I am,” you confirm and extend your hand towards him, “Don’t move too quickly.”
With cautious steps, he comes close enough to take your hand and sit beside you at the end of the pier, your legs hanging above the water. His touch is careful, almost afraid, and so you suppose the invitation wasn’t enough of a reassurance. His face is still too tense as well, despite the smile on yours. You squeeze his hand.
“The sky looks beautiful today,” you sigh, finally looking away, back towards the horizon.
The water’s surface reflects the heavens, both blooming in soft shades of pink and orange, dappled with cottoncandy-like clouds. It’s a warm day. The colors surrounding you feel like the warmth of embers on a chilly day. And with Neuvillette here now, it’s almost perfect.
Gold, and the Shape of Home (Phainon x Reader)
A/N: This was loosely inspired by the Phainon date video posted on the official account last year that I was only recently made aware of. Which, unfortunately for everyone involved, immediately activated my brainrot.
I also blame everyone who encouraged me, enabled me, commented about the wheat field kissing, or generally fueled this idea. (Myself included.) This ended up much softer, longer, and more romantic than originally intended. Enjoy! 💙
Tags: Fluff. Early Relationship. Aedes Elysiae Setting. Ambiguous Timeline. Soft Phainon. Flirting. Tenderness. Kissing. Lightly Suggestive. Wheat Field Make Out. Mutual Pining But They Already Kiss About It. Affection. Domestic Vibes. They Are So In Love. Fishing. Intimacy. Symbolism.
Word count: 4690
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The breeze is the first thing you notice: warm and salt-soft, carrying the sea with it. The fields ripple gold beneath the afternoon light, endless and alive, moving in long slow waves all the way to the horizon.
You’ve stepped down from the cart and you haven’t moved yet. You’re just standing there, breathing it in. “It’s beautiful,” you say.
Phainon studies you with interest. He’s been watching you the whole time.