[nvyzu]

nvy • 22 • and fanwhaling over characters

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[nvyzu]

i tell myself “writing for genshin again isn’t that bad!” only to see the way readers treat posts lmao

should’ve stayed gone

[nvyzu]

“Kyryll.” You’re already pouting, arms crossed so haughtily across your chest as your stare pins onto the man entering his own residence.

“You’re unfair.”

A deep chuckle as the door shuts behind him, his head tilting curiously to the side as he begins to shrug his coat off, the heavy fabric shuffling in his hands before it was hung up.

“Oh my.” A gloved hand comes to rest atop your head, patting gently. “And here I thought I have been spoiling you.” His hand drags itself down the side of your head, brushing against your ears and tracing your jaw before it cups your chin.

“Do enlighten me on what I’ve been doing wrong,” A pause as that easy smile settles onto his face. “Dearest light of mine.”

And it almost sways you. Such pretty words, spoken in such a soft, gentle tone. His charm was unfair, the hold he has on you far heavier than you would like to admit—

But that’s not your goal. No, no. You have a vision, an objective you wish to pursue; lest he somehow kisses your purpose away before they were ever in your reach.

“Could you please take more clothes off?”

And you watch as your dearest presses a scandalized hand against his chest, before his arms outstretched themselves to invite the you into his embrace.

And amusement glimmering in those pretty, pretty eyes of his— Just makes it stupidly enticing; the feel of his hard body enveloping your own never something you would dare to reject.

“I didn’t know you were so eager to see me in such a vulnerable state, my light.” The feigned surprise does little to lighten the embarrassment; not even as he so effortlessly leans down to press the faintest of kisses to your forehead, this time lightly tracing his lips down the side of your head until his cold breath ghosts just above your ear.

“But you must be careful to ensure,” He even pauses to teasingly blow a breath of air against your heated skin, chuckling when he hears you yelp in surprise.

“That I am the only one to ever hear those perverted words of yours.”

(Damn this perverted fae!)

“I-I just—“ Want to see the Raknik naked. Possibly. No— Definitely. You’ve felt his embrace, felt his passion; felt his love. Yet, an astonishing thing about Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins is that he had a preference for the darkness; an obscured vision where he could so lovingly whisper into your ears, every touch of his hands leaving you yearning for more, every lingering kiss searing themselves into your skin as you call out his name over and over and over—

So, it isn’t fair that he’s the only one with a lovely view.

“Mm.” You can feel how his eyes practically rake over your form, how they trace over your curves and lingered on sensitive areas, lovingly relishing in the way you were so pliantly hiding your face into his chest, obscuring his view of the cute, embarrassed blush upon your cheeks.

(Who’s being unfair now?)

“If my eyes do not deceive me, I would say you are currently wearing around 4 articles of clothing.”

You slowly pull back from his chest, eyes tracing up the unbuttoned dress shirt that you had personally undone, up towards his Adam’s apple before looking up at him through your lashes before your gaze quickly turns downwards towards your own clothes.

“I-I guess?” It should be around there—

“How about this?” The low whisper of his voice against your ear sends shivers down your spine, coupled with the icy cold hand that settled on the small of your back, slowly; slowly sliding down your spine to hold your waist as his fingers danced just beneath the hem of your shirt.

“For every article that you discard, I will do the same.” He’s breached the thin clothing of your pajamas, gloved hands tracing shapes upon bare skin as his voice begins to turn into a sound alike a purr.

“Isn’t that fair, my lady?”

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[nvyzu]

As a maid of the esteemed House Ragnvindr, you take pride in your work.

There is much to do around the Dawn Winery estate. Sheets to hang so that they could dry in the cooling winds, shopping for ingredients for breakfast, lunch and dinner, stopping by Good Hunter when Adelinde requests specific meals, managing deliveries to Angel’s Share…

It’s quite a tiring ordeal.

But— There is respite. There is rest for the mind, for the body, for your eyes. Hell, you could even describe it as healing for the soul if you truly give in to all of those less than appropriate whims and thoughts.

And that soothing rest for your very being came in the form of Master Diluc himself.

The crimson-haired gentleman, the dashing claymore-wielder, the strikingly handsome Master of House Ragnvindr— Goodness, you could go on and on for forever.

He was just so attractive.

“(name), what’s Master Diluc really like?” Moco’s question is far too offhand, far too unexpected for the you who was too busy trying to swallow your lunch.

“Ahh, that’s right!” Hillie cuts in, her hands clapping together in thought. “You usually attend to him for the night shifts, right? Adelinde said that you’d fit perfectly since you’ve known him since young.”

“Uhm—“ A hurried swallow. “Normal, I suppose?”

“Ahhn! That’s not what we mean, you know?” Moco huffs, an elbow on the table as she leans forward, a pout on her face. “Since you’ve known him for so long, I thought we’d hear something juicier.”

“Moco, pressing for things like that won’t get us anywhere. It’s rude.” Hillie has to apologize on both of their behalves, it seems.

But— Interesting things about Master Diluc? What information could you possibly have about the little boy you’ve grown up with? It’s all run-of-the-mill, normal everyday things despite your familiarity with the Young Master.

(Normal only because it was you, you suppose. But there is one specific thing you’ve had a gripe with lately…)

“Uhm… Master Diluc doesn’t know how handsome he is?”

“Eh?! Really?!”

——

“Welcome home, Master Diluc.” You smile, bowing as you greet him by the door.

“Mm. I’m back.” You can hear how the door shuts behind him, how he had gripped at his shoulder as he rolled his arm, soothing the potential ache there as you take a mental note for Adelinde later.

“And just Diluc is fine.”

And you bow once more, choosing to ignore his little comment before you move forth to help him shed his coat, watching the way his biceps flexed even when hidden under his dress shirt, how the dim lights of the mansion just so perfectly highlighted the hidden muscle just beneath— Just barely out of your reach.

(Oh, how you would die just to get a chance to feel him up to your heart’s content. You do already get to brush against him when helping to do up his ties, or brush his hair— But; oh, those muscles—)

“Master Diluc.” Your gaze is still politely pointed downwards, his coat already in your hands as you secretly marvel at the warmth of his clothing. “Would you like dinner first? Or would you rather have a bath prepared?”

And he takes a moment to think, messing with the hairtie of his low ponytail as he undoes the knot, letting crimson red flow down his shoulders and cascade down his broad back.

(Master Diluc is so unsparingly sexy…! Please, please undress even more!)

“And, please, (name). We’ve known each other long enough for you to not have any formalities with me.”

“Oh, but Master Diluc…” You want to pout, to complain that it isn’t right. But you have a plan to enact, no? One concocted by the brilliant minds of Hillie, Moco and yourself.

“You’re just too handsome for me to address you casually.”

And you bow once more, seemingly a bit too happy as you hum, daringly dismissing yourself before you cringe and cry about this dumb plan later.

(Unfortunately for you, you missed the sight of a far too stunned Diluc Ragnvindr, too lost in what he just heard that he had frozen still, hands halfway undoing the cuffs of his sleeves, and ears so red that it blended into his hair.)

——

And this plan continues— Even in the early mornings when Adelinde was the one overseeing duties, somehow roped into this silly plan.

“Master Diluc, you look rather dashing today.” She nods at him in approval as she bows, politely watching as he partakes in breakfast. “Even more so now that you’re eating properly.”

“I see.” Strangely unaffected so far, it seems. You’re peeking out from a hallway’s corridor as you watch the exchange, curling your hand into a fist as you pump it into the air.

It’s time to work hard again today! For Master Diluc’s sake!

“Old folk like us do love it when you handsome young’uns have such drive in the vineyards, Master Diluc.”

A curt nod from the man himself as he continues to assist the more elderly of his employees.

“It’s not a big deal. Quality checks on the inventory are due in time.”

“Master Diluc! There’s no need for such a good-looking lad like you to help with those!”

A blink, and a tilt of his head as he lifts the heavy crate like it was nothing, sleeves rolled up to reveal deliciously thick forearms.

“It seemed that you were struggling, though. Do file a formal request to Adelinde, I’ll have more helpers hired.”

“Oh, oh! Even though Klee thinks Big Brother Diluc is kinda weird and grumpy—!” The Spark Knight herself even makes an appearance before him. “Klee still thinks you’re handsome!”

“Is that so?” He had kneeled down to her level on one knee, so politely receiving the sweet flower that she had picked as he held it gently in his hand. “I thank you, then.”

This plan… Doesn’t seem to be the most effective. And you nearly want to sulk even as Klee rapidly blinks at you with both eyes from her distance— Her signal to you after you both found out she couldn’t wink.

Which prompts the crimson-haired man to turn around— Only to see absolutely nobody there.

So, the only way to confirm if your silly plan did any good?

“Oh, Master Diluc!” It’s you who plops down on the seat right in front of him, dressed down into your civilian wear at the Angel’s Share as you smile up at him, all happy grin and upturned eyes.

“How was your day today?”

“It was…” You even watch as his pretty eyes narrow, the frown on his features ever present as he wipes down the glass. “Normal.”

That’s it? That’s all you get after all that effort?

(Master Kaeya did teach you to be careful with your words, after all. But to be honest; you like being straightforward with your handsome Master Diluc.)

“You’re so handsome, Master Diluc.” A dreamy sigh as you touch your cheek, taking the time to admire your all too attractive employer.

“If only I had more off days so that I could come watch you more…”

And Diluc was already certain you had a hand in today beforehand, but hearing you directly confess something like that to him is—

“I just think it’s a shame you’re unaware of how handsome you are, Master Diluc.” There’s a twinkle in your eye as you say it, still smiling; yet quickly turning into a cute pout.

“You’re just too beautiful—“

And Diluc Ragnvindr himself thinks he might overload, the heat starting to creep up his spine and grip at his shoulders, towering up his neck and spidering to his ears.

“Oh, Master Diluc! You look really cute like that—“ You didn’t even know he could make that kind of expression.

And, if it was even possible— He had grown even redder. His ears practically burning as the cloth he was holding in one hand alights with a flame, the smoke being the first thing you would’ve noticed had the glass in his hand not shattered.

“M-Master Diluc?!”

It seems your plan is only effective with you involved.

——

(“Our Master Diluc cannot feel that way! We must assure him!”

“Archons, that’s easier said than done.”

“What about convincing Adelinde to place mirrors everywhere?”

“Nobody wants that…”

“Photos of Master Diluc’s loveliness?”

“That sounds… Almost stalker like.”

Ah. Your hands clap together as an idea pops into your mind.

“What about positive reinforcement?”)

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[nvyzu]

why is my laxus post getting so many likes all of a sudden

[nvyzu]

xavier 3rd myth; yippee

“The sun is rising.” A whisper as your eyes struggle to blink, struggle to feel. There’s an ache, a strain in your body. It felt heavy, daunting.

It hurts.

“Don’t worry, my love.” His breath feels warm, felt like the caress of the morning light against your freezing skin.

“It won’t be cold anymore.” Because he was here with you. Your starlight, your sanctuary. You won’t be alone in this moment, won’t disappear all on your lonesome.

Yet, why does it hurt so much?

“Don’t cry, my dear.” His forehead presses against yours, the strain in his voice barely even perceived by you as you hear only the slightest of laboured breaths. “It won’t be long, okay?”

He comforts you, soothes you. Xavier lets you wait in his arms, holds you close, holds you tight. It’s not odd that he’s reassuring you, not odd that he’s holding you so intimately.

But his eyes. Those comet blues of starlight slowly, slowly fading as they keep what they can of your gaze on him, lets your shivering hand come up to graze against his bloodied cheek.

Ah, you finally realize as your thumb brushes against a tear that couldn’t be held back, racing past the grime and dirt on his face to patter onto your skin, wetting it with his regret, his yearning.

You’re both not going to make it, it seems.

Yet, you don’t want him to cry. You don’t want him to be in pain. It’s not his fault, you want to tell him, not his shame that fate lead you both to this end.

But you can’t say even that.

“Dearest,” He begins once more as locks of his hair enclose the both of you close, acting as curtains to hide away from this dreaded world, from this sorrowful end. “It’s okay.”

“You don’t have to try so hard anymore.”

Why? Why does he sound so soft even in these final moments, even in this painful time? Please, you want to beg him, beg of yourself. Just stay, even if it’s just a few more seconds, just a few more moments.

You don’t want to leave him all alone. You don’t want to leave him all by himself. You can’t, you won’t—

“I love you.” Whispered so soft even the breeze felt like it was too much, too cold. “I’ll see you when you open your eyes again, okay?”

Please. You want to scream, to beg any god up there to give you the strength to last just for that little bit more. You know, can feel it in the way his heart was beginning to slow as he holds your head to his chest, as his arms seem to loosen ever so slightly.

Please—

“Wait for— me…”

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[nvyzu]

it’s time for me to awaken my fairy tail era

[nvyzu]

Caleb likes you. He really, really likes you. To the point that it would even be considered too much, to the point that he could drown the world out at just the sound of your voice calling his name.

That was exactly the reason why he was so disciplined, so hard on himself. He was used to yearning, used to being so close to the object of his affection, the apple of his eye. It’s precisely the reason why he’s so— Immune to you.

Because if he didn’t, if he was a lesser man who couldn’t— he wasn’t so sure if he could control himself, wasn’t sure if he could hold himself back from drowning in the most depraved of his desires.

Not even if they were dangled like low-hanging fruit right before his very eyes.

“Caleb!~” You’re hugging his arm tight, pressed inbetween your chest and purposely rubbing the firm muscle between them. “How is it? Isn’t this dress pretty?”

The size doesn’t matter— It doesn’t because he has your bra size memorized down to a T. He could calculate the surface area that was touching his arm, the volume that was enveloping the muscle—

“It’s pretty.” His hand even reaches up to pat your head ruffling your hair as he lets an easy smile take over his face, completely, utterly unaffected by your coy ploy. “But I’d go with the lighter dress, though. Don’t you usually prefer wearing those colours in spring?”

You: 0

Caleb: 1

——

The next move you pull is a little obvious, a little more mischievous with little room for miscommunication. There’s no way, right? Definitely not when you’re straddling his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and cuddling your face against his shoulder.

“Caleb~ Pay attention to me…!” You even pout and bury yourself closer, taking a little too much delight in pressing against his well-built body and even playfully biting at his skin.

Surely, there’s no doubt this time, right? Surely, even the densest of men would be able to tell, right?

“Just a little longer, pipsqueak.” He’s ignoring you as his fingers fly across the holographic screens floating around him. “I didn’t expect this to take so long either,” A sigh escapes him as his eyes meet yours momentarily, an apologetic hand coming up to stroke against your cheek.

“I’m sorry for making you wait longer than usual.”

It should make you feel bad— And it does. That usual genteel and softness that you’re used to, the pretty shine of his twilight eyes and the way he spoke to you oh so gently… It makes you feel bad for ignoring him.

Yet, you just can’t help but be annoyed at the fact that he had a hand on your hip, had you balanced on his lap as he held you close. It would only take a small movement of your hips, a maybe unintentional adjustment of your position to brush against sensitive areas, to be able to be skin-to-skin with regions that you’ve never—

But you’re still mad he can’t even notice that a pretty girl was on his lap and waiting for him.

You: 0

Caleb: 2

——

Maybe it was a culmination of events— From that night that you ‘couldn’t sleep’ so you had an excuse to cuddle him in his bed, to the time you ‘accidentally’ slipped and fell into his arms…

Nothing seemed to work.

So you can only stuff your face with another spoonful of the parfait he had made for you, sitting across from him as he sat there, watching you with a far too cute smile on his face and his pretty upturned eyes.

(Curse his good genes. Curse his good cooking. Curse his damn discipline.)

“Is it really that good, pipsqueak?” He’s chuckling, a napkin lightly dabbing at your cheek to get the spot of cream that had been erringly left behind after you had so angrily partaken in the sugary treat before you.

What should you do now? When you’ve lost so badly, when there is no way to win—

“Caleb, close your eyes.”

Maybe the answer wasn’t in hinting— Maybe the answer wasn’t all that complicated. It’s just a thought, a pebble that created a ripple that was the still pond of your mind.

So he does, with that ever so carefree smile, hiding the pretty purple of his eyes behind his pretty eyelids.

“I hope you’re not thinking of rubbing the cream all over my face, pipsqueak. That new cleanser you got for me— Mmph!”

A kiss. Something soft, something sweet. And as abruptly you had started it, you pulled away just as fast— Minus the larger hand that was already reacting, tugging you back in the moment you had even dared to leave, your lips captured once more without even a moment for you to breathe.

He finally breathes when you pull away, painstakingly separating him from your sweet, sweet lips as he meets your now slightly embarrassed eyes, your face tinted with that he feels through the palm of his hand, rivalling the heat of his own face.

(You’re impossible to deal with.)

You: 1

Caleb: 2

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[nvyzu]

wtf i had to remember caleb’s name was caleb and not mahiru throughout that last post

[nvyzu]

“Caleb!” You hurriedly pat at his shoulder, your smaller head peeking over the top of his own as he piggybacked you around, hands doing their best to gently support the back of your knees as you point past his cheek.

“The candy shop’s having a sale!”

Cute. The 7 year old you who he could toddle around with as he acted as your one and only stead, the chubby-cheeked you who awed and oohed at everything in your sight now that you’ve gained the advantage of height upon his back.

So who was the only slightly older Caleb to deny you your wants?

You’re cute even as you clamber off of him with a triumphant huff, patting the pockets of your shirt as you search for the secret pouch you always kept on hand—

And the one that you keep leaving in your clothes on accident when you put them in the laundry basket. But no worries, that just gives him a reason to make you indebted to him.

“Caleb!” Your teary eyes are only filled with glimmering gratitude as you hug him tightly, your small, small arms around his waist as your snot wipes against his shirt.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!”

It’s still cute all the same.

So he chuckles, lets that easygoing smile of satisfaction settle on his face when you finally pull it out, hand high up in the air as you look on with triumphant glee—

That only grows when you see his amused chuckle.

“Don’t worry! It’s gonna be my treat t’day cause ya helped me!” You even have that cute, childish grin, showing off the missing tooth in your mouth and the thin layer of sweat on your skin from the afternoon sunshine.

It’s all so cute. So you can’t blame him for teasing, right?

“Aww, pipsqueak, ya sure?” That boyish look. “I eat quite a lot, you know?”

“Hmph!” Your grin only grows even bigger than before, a small hand patting his arm as if to reassure him. “Don’t worry, I’ve been helping Grandma clean lots and lots to get extra sweets money!”

A hand on your hip as your bag of savings sits heavy upon your palm.

“There’s nothing I can’t afford, so do your worst, Caleb!”

One coin, two coins, three, four… Ah.

“Not enough…” You pout as you tiptoe at the counter of the register, staring and puffing your cheeks at the little display that showed your total as the nice lady at the counter looked… Slightly apologetic.

Maybe that whole chocolate bar was too much? But you really, really wanna try it with Caleb! Ahh, but you can’t remove the soft peaches either because Granny would like them and—

“We’ll take everything, please.” A jingle of coins and the flapping of a note causes your eyes to nearly bulge out of your head.

(How did he get so much money?! But wait— You’re supposed to be the one—!)

A pat to your head as your eyes hurriedly shoot towards the culprit who dared to pay for his own treat.

“It’s okay, pipsqueak.” He even chuckles as his hand stays upon your shorter self, patting you to keep you sated as

“I’m your big brother, no? Let me do it.”

“B-But I wanna treat you too!” You’re tugging his arm off of your hair, trying to pull at the hand that was trying to pay the poor old lady manning the register. “It’s my turn…!”

“A bag won’t be necessary, thank you!”

You’re ignored. So it shouldn’t be a surprise when you’re glaring and pouting up at him, all puffed up cheeks and cute, narrowed eyes.

“I’m buying next time, okay?!”

“Whatever you say~”

“A-And— Ya didn’t let me pay, so you have to piggyback me home too!”

(That didn’t make any sense— But it’s okay. He’ll oblige you.)

What you didn’t have to know, however— was that Grandma’s allowance for this week seems to have ran out again… But you don’t have to know that. You just have to be happy, just have to keep smiling and grinning and eating together with him to your heart’s content.

(And you’ll be happy if you get to save even more, right?)

Simply that was enough to him.

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[nvyzu]

Caleb has always been patient, always willing to wait— Always there for you.

He was kind, he was patient. He never went beyond what you wanted, never pushed your boundaries.

(Because he never wants to see you cry. Never wants to watch you struggle.)

You are everything to him, everything that the world didn’t deserve. But, even he has a limit when exposed to the temptations of a being far too good for this universe.

“Hey,” There’s a nibble at your ear, his hot breath fanning over your warm skin and your fingers digging into your palms out of sheer nervousness as you feel another kiss to your neck.

“Didn’t I tell you that you shouldn’t do that?” It’s whispered, breathy and hot and stifling as warm hands slither their way up to your waist, pulling you ever closer.

“You just can’t sit still, can’t you?” Fingers trail your waist, the soft sensations making your skin tingle and your breath caught in your throat, making you feel your heart race and your stomach swirl.

(Was he always so big?)

A hand catches your chin just before you turn away out of shyness, out of embarrassment. He gently guides your ashamed, flushed face towards him once more— To face an anguished twilight.

“Don’t look away from me.” It even comes out almost like a desperate growl, eyes strained with a hurt you can’t fathom, a want you can’t even begin to imagine.

“Please.”

He has to hold himself back, he reminds himself. Has to watch as you swallow and steel himself when your hand reaches up to hold his cheek as you lay beneath him, letting himself get lost in the twinkle of your eyes and the softness of your touch.

(Something he can’t have. Not in the way that he wants.)

So close, yet so far away as you stare up so innocently at him, your head tilted to the side in an innocence he just can’t bring himself to taint.

You’re just out of reach as his necklace dangles over your heart, the cold metal a contrast to your heated skin and your embarrassed face.

(But even the saints can be tempted by desire.)

“Y… You can—“ He can see you flush, see you hesitate. “Kiss me more, i-if you want…”

It’s a sentence he’s never thought he could ever hear, something that makes his adam’s apple bob when he swallows. Hard.

(The world was testing him, right?)

“You say things like that,” He sounds defeated, voice teetering on a break as he lowers his head, hiding his face away into the crook of your neck, your arms hesitantly— Yet so excitedly wrap around him as he comes within your range.

“Without expecting me to break.” You’re testing him. He swears you are as the sweetness of your shampoo makes him take in another deep whiff, the softness of your skin an ever present allure that tempts him.

His teeth itch as he softly nips at your collarbone, a desire running deep into his veins to claim every patch you so generously exposed to him.

“I won’t be able to hold myself back anymore… So forgive me, won’t you?”

caleb i will get u

[nvyzu]

It’s not often that the stone-faced, impassive, rumoured to be emotionless, well-known for his lack of tact, overtly serious and self-proclaimed ‘feeble scribe’ of the Akademiya be so demanding.

“Ah!” You didn’t even notice the time. “I’m going to be late for drinks with Kaveh—“ And you’re already climbing over his lap, being careful to not press against the book he was holding up for the both of you as you try to reach the nightstand for the house keys.

The once Acting Grand Sage was infamous for his lack of emotions, for the cold look in his eye and the clear disinterest in others once he was off his working hours.

But he’s none of that now.

Not when his arm is tightening around your waist and dragging you back onto his lap, making you lose your center of gravity and surrender to the all too taut muscles of his arm, with your head landing upon a just as well-muscled chest.

(Not that you’re complaining.)

“No.” There’s a clear furrow of his brow, his hair shifting as he sits up to better support the you who was enjoying this situation all too much as you slowly piece the puzzle that was your husband’s thoughts together.

“…and why not?” Your hand places itself on his shoulder, steadying yourself as you adjust this pseudo-straddle he’s holding you in.

You don’t get a response after that, only the one avoidant eye that wasn’t hidden behind his bangs as he dodges your gaze entirely, too ‘engrossed’ in the book that you both were reading together mere seconds ago, with your head lovingly cuddled up on his shoulder and his arm around your waist.

(And even he himself is starting to get grumpy at that knowing look in your eye, no matter how cute he found it.)

So he avoids you. Freezes up and tries to process an excuse with that brilliant mind of his, cerulean-gold eyes flickering off to the side even when your hand pushes his bangs back to reveal the reddening tips of his ears.

“I don’t have to explain it if you already know why.” It’s muttered, mumbled. Softer than your giggles and gentler when he feels you peck his cheek.

“Hmm? What was that, dearest husband of mine?” You poke at where you just kissed, finger gently prodding into the soft parts despite his chiseled face, a grin all too smug paired with the fluttering in your heart.

(He’s so handsome even when embarrassed. Cute, adorable, so sweet, so—)

And a larger hand catches yours, squeezing and pressing it against his face as those familiar eyes of his narrow at you despite the kiss to your hand.

“I won’t respond to questions you already know the answers to,” His breath is hot as it fanned over your fingers, his lips trailing over your skin with a faraway adoration in his eyes that you’re entranced by. “Darling.”

You feel your body move before you even know it, obediently settling against the lap that you had considered leaving as he readjusts the blanket over the both of you.

“Now stay.” His lips ghost your ear, tickling the sensitive area as you feel a shiver up your spine and his hand splaying out against your midriff to pull you closer against him. “Please.”

Well, if your dear husband insists… Who are you to deny him?

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[nvyzu]

Neuvillette has lived for centuries worth of lifetimes.

“Say, Neuvillette,” It’s a voice that teeters upon a whisper as it gently floats into his ears. It caresses his skin in a way so soft that it felt weak, felt like a desperate question amidst the deprecating words.

“Do you… Not like being around humans?”

He has seen the rise and fall of countless civilizations, witnessed the daily lives of people from many cultures, have seen buildings that towered high and mighty and so prominent— Only to be reduced to mere rubble and ruin, losing every last bit of the history it once proudly stood for.

Everything returns to nature once it has run its course, and the cycle will repeat, over and over and over again until this world tires and the ceases to exist.

The wind in his hair feels so gentle, the grass brushing against his coat as he’s kept close, his arms tight around your waist and only the scent of your hair fills his senses.

“You’re so hard to read, Neuvi.”

Yet, it makes him wonder why the average human lifespan was always too short for his liking, makes him scorn the fact that with all the power that Celestia held— They had cursed the so-called ‘lesser race’ with only mere decades of life.

It was unfair, unjustified in these long-lived eyes of his— But he has to consider consider himself biased no matter how heavy those unreasonable laws laid.

Because even he wasn’t immune to the unsparing grains of the pitiless passage of time, no matter the immortality he had been ‘blessed’ with.

“Monsieur Iudex?” Playful. Endearing. With your head tilted to the side and that twinkle in your eye that he had so regrettably familiarized himself with for years upon years. “You haven’t said a word since I’ve been here.”

It makes his breath hitch, makes him have to remember to breathe. A voice that was something so utterly familiar, yet so bittersweet that it left a lingering aftertaste in his mouth that he was sure was hanging open, that he sure was going dry.

He has to rapidly blink himself out of his dazed stupor, cough into his fist to regain any semblance of self-control, to maintain any last bits of his dignity as the Ordainer of Inexorable Justice.

“Simply Neuvillette will suffice, Madame…” Unsteady breath sucked in through his teeth.

“(name).” It feels almost sinful to say your name like this.

Beautiful. So beautiful. No matter how many times he had seeked you out in the cycle that never seemed to end. The ‘first’ meeting never failed to take his breath away, no matter how many centuries of life he’s experienced, no matter how many times he’s relived this moment.

Every last feature was just as he remembered, just as he had loved. The shy smile on your face and the ever present sparkle in your eye. Your fingers that held onto sheets of paper so tenderly that he just can’t help but watch every flutter.

“Pray tell—“ Focalors, please save him from another awkward slip of his tongue. “How may I help you today?”

“Oh my. You are quite well-informed, Iudex, sir. I haven’t even told you my name yet…” Your giggle is ever so sweet, like a wind chime in a gentle breeze. Yet, your words prick into his skin, making the once steady smile upon his face waver and nearly wear thin.

Alas, it hits him once more that time can be so cruel. Perhaps, he was in over his head, simply too blinded by the fact that he was all too familiar with the you of the past, not yet fully administering in his mind that you, were not the same as you once were.

Because you won’t remember, no matter how many lifetimes have flashed through these eyes of his.

“I think I’ll love you forever, even if you can’t understand it.” Your hands that were so tenderly held in his felt so warm, felt so right. It was like the gentle ocean waves were brushing against his palms and sending odd tingles into his nerves that made his heart race.

And he had hoped, so dearly and deeply for the next time. Over, and over and over again like a cycle that never seemed to stop, that never seemed to be come to an end—

The first meeting was accidental, one that he didn’t care for as you trailed after the reincarnated dragon on the beach, bombarding him with a curiosity that he wasn’t familiar with, a warmth he thinks he’s never experienced.

(Yet, the villagers claimed that you hoarded a monster— His clawed hands and sharp teeth, his bulking stature and his slitted eyes. A beast, a lowly creature; one that surely didn’t deserve a home, one that surely belonged to a witch.

He returned that day to a charred, ashen land you both once called home.)

The second was coincidental, the empty loss in his heart leaving him to wander for decades upon decades, mere grains of sand in his eyes that passed in an instant— Until you bumped into him, your hat flying off your head as you apologised through heaved breaths and a heavy luggage.

(Hilichurls, they said. The calm afternoon walk you had taken that spiraled into something that was unforeseen, something that he could have prevented entirely had it not been for his negligence— Why? Why? Why?)

The third was his final straw. Grasping your hand as you withered away, pressing a kiss to your knuckles as your condition worsened— You were born weak, born fragile; it wasn’t any of your faults, wasn’t something that could be judged or blamed on someone.

Everything has its breaking point.

“So I promise, Neuvi…” His name whispered on your lips sounded so pleasant, your cold hand touching his cheek as you started to fade away.

“That I’ll fall in love again with you each and every time…” Until he could finally understand how you felt as the light in your eyes started to dim, when your pitiful hold on his hand faltered and turned limp.

“I… I apologize, Madame. I seem to have recognized you from—“ Another awkward cough into his palm to mask the embarrassment and the glowing red of his cheeks. “I was informed of your visitation earlier today. I’m hoping your trip here was a pleasant one?”

He didn’t know he would already mess up on the fourth cycle. And most importantly— He didn’t know that it would be you that would be coming today, especially not simply to drop off documents pertaining to the Fortress of Meropede.

“Oh!” It’s a pleasant thought, you think. To have such an important man know your name, to know of your existence— And to even ask you how the travel was. “It was quite pleasant, Monsieur Neuvillette. It was a nice change of pace from—“

A clap of thunder cuts you off, the drizzle that had slightly inconvenienced your trip here starting to pour and drench the surface with its ruthless reign.

“Goodness me, there’s quite a storm out there!”

He didn’t mean to. Neuvillette swears it wasn’t something that he could help as his face stays ever blank, stays ever unchanging. Perhaps it was the whiplash of meeting you once again, the bittersweet emotion on his tongue that refused to leave— And the way you called his name with so much familiarity that it started to hurt.

Has it really been that long since he had heard your sweet voice utter something as simple as his name? He truly was pathetic.

“If it isn’t too much trouble,” He’s already standing up, pushing the neat stacks of paper aside as his shoes clack against his carpeted floor.

“Won’t you stay a little while? Just until the storm passes.”

Neuvillette has lived for centuries worth of lifetimes. Yet, he doesn’t know if he can ever get over the feeling of meeting you again.

Perhaps this time, he could give you the life you never got to live with him.

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“Are you done?” Alhaitham is thoroughly unamused, his arms feeling like they were going stiff from trying to keep themselves still and in place for so long…

Especially when he’s in the middle of reading and you’re too preoccupied with tying ribbons upon the thick biceps of his arms.

“Ribbons are meant to make you prettier, not grumpier.” You pout, fixing the final few loops and tightening it slightly out of spite in efforts to make him wince even the teeniest, tiniest bit—

But he doesn’t even budge.

“Is that so?” He says it without even sparing a second of a glance towards you, eyes immediately flicking back to his book now that he had enough free reign to turn the page.

“Mhm.” You’re sighing as you hug his free arm to your chest, your head flopping onto his shoulder as you endear yourself to his arm. “But your grumpy face made alllll the prettiness fade away and left behind all these muscles instead.”

Because you wouldn’t even allow him to twitch even the slightest bit whilst in the midst of your handiwork; that being the elegant red ribbon fastened onto his arm, tight and only uncomfortable enough to make the muscles bulge the slightest bit.

“It’s okay, Haitham,” He thinks you’re about to spout something endearingly nonsensical again, as you tuck his non-preoccupied arm around your waist and settle yourself comfortably against his chest. “Even if your muscles stole all your prettiness away, I’ll still love you~”

“I love you too.”

Always so sweet, even if he was still confused as he feels you mess with the prettily tied ribbon, a smug look on your face and a mischievous sparkle in your eye.

“If you love me lots, and lots— You’ll let me do anything, right?”

A furrow of his brow as his head finally tilts down to properly meet your gaze.

“Within reason.”

(That’s a lie. He indulges you too often to deny you anything.)

And he, still has absolutely no idea what you are trying to pull. He can feel your finger trace a line down his arm, can feel your head cuddling itself against his shoulder— And can feel you kiss around the pretty satin and even daringly biting down.

Several times, at that. Not hard enough to draw blood, not hard enough to harm him— But enough for him to feel how badly you wanted to mark him as your own as you kiss over your own bites.

And your administrations causes him to tense, causes him to subconsciously flex and tighten the muscles in his arm all too suddenly, causing the ribbon to break under the tension and eject itself off his arm, off of the bed— And somewhere into the room.

“You…” A sigh of defeat as he hears you giggle, feels you press a kiss to his jaw in an apology of sorts as he meets your playful, satisfied gaze.

It’s cute. Too cute, if he was being honest.

So he really, really just can’t help but to try to fight the blush on the tip of his ears that slowly cascaded onto his cheeks.

“Just what am I going to do with you…?”

“Hehe.”

At least you’re satisfied.

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Alhaitham is more than willing to simply let you kiss him wherever you want.

“What… Are you doing?”

“Saying good morning to you.” You say it so nonchalantly, like it was the most common thing to do as your hands push the fabric of his shirt up just that little bit higher, fingers dancing along the defined lines of his abs as you hum— Innocently.

“I don’t remember my face being on my stomach.”

“Maybe you should start putting it there next time.”

And all your grouchy, bookworm of a husband can do is sigh, the one eye that wasn’t hidden behind this morning’s messy bangs twitching slightly before closing as he feels you kiss his cheek— And grope at his abdomen once more.

Weekends are definitely your favourites.

So you cling onto him, crawling onto and straddling said tummy and smiling at how soft it felt when he was relaxed and not at all tense, your face buried into his pectorals as you pout up at him and use his soft, relaxed chest as a rest for your chin, eyes growing purposefully soft.

To bait him in.

“But I think my favourite part of you is this, after all.” Your palms tap against his cheeks, pulling at the skin and laughing at the unimpressed look in his eye and the reddening flesh under your fingers. “You’re so cute, honey.”

“…do as you like.”

And all he can do is blankly stare back, blinking at you, watching you when you shift his hair aside to kiss at any surface area that you had sorely missed out on.

“Ahh! You’re always so stoic! Your face is gonna be stuck like this if you keep it up, y’know? I want our kids to be pretty!”

“My face being stuck like this will not affect the genetics of our offspring.“

And you just can’t help but laugh, honestly. Always so nonchalant no matter the situation— Even if his wife was barely dressed, sitting on his lap and trying her best to smother him silly with love.

“Can I get kisses for doing my best to wake up my grumpy husband at least?”

“And how many would be enough to satisfy you, exactly?” He’s already bringing you closer, a hand on the back of your head as his lips hover over yours, and the other resting on the small of your back as his intense gaze meets yours.

“Mm…” You think for a little bit, teasingly trailing your hand down his exposed chest and tapping against the muscles you like to admire so much.“Enough to last me the rest of my life?”

“As you wish.”

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genshin impact

childe

staring at childe for too long

drunk childe

childe bothering you when he’s supposed to be working

childe being late for a date

alhaitham

waking up alhaitham

ribbon tying his too thick arm

‘demanding’ alhaitham

neuvillette

reincarnations and ‘first’ meetings

diluc

the all-too honest maid

flins

sharing your equality

love and deepspace

caleb

tempt

childhood candy shop

immune deficiency

xavier

final goodbyes (xavier 3rd myth)

fairy tail

laxus dreyar

spring season