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nyx ۶۟ৎ twenty-one. she/her. white. bisexual. aroace spec. disabled. infj-t, 9w1. number one xiao main na (in my heart, not the charts). writing blog! also on ao3.
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— genshin + hsr-centric, through you may see lads, ghost of tsushima, or whatever else strikes my fancy. not spoiler-free, but will be tagged/warned when a post (writing or chatter) contains them. if i miss tagging a spoiler, please tell me! i will try to mark the spoilers by where in the story it is as well (e.g. sumeru archon, amphoreus by parts).
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fantasy au where you, a virgin, get sacrificed to the local dragon by the townspeople who think dressing up a meal in revealing clothing is going to make it much more appealing! spoiler- you don't end up getting eaten!
i love my sweet nyx!!! missing you loads 🤍🫂 hope everything is okay with you!
Lily xo
hi mylily <33 i am okay! i am just kinda. not necessarily unhappy but just. very neutral. i dont have anything to write or say or share so im just not online. i miss u too hope ure doing great!!!
۶۟ৎ a warm, lazy day with kinich.
— like 455 words! reader called silly girl and said to have hair long enough to fall like a curtain! xilonen mentioned v briefly. unedited. for my beloved vy happy birthday <33
The sun is surprisingly gentle today, filtering through the canopies overhead and leaving dapples of light over Kinich’s tanned skin—enough that he looks golden where it diffuses over him. His breathing is steady under you, synced perfectly with the gentle way his right hand’s fingers trace up and down your spine while his left arm keeps you tucked against him.
It’s his favorite way to rest, with you close and safe (and, more importantly, though he’ll never name it, slotted against him like the space in between his ribs and the dip of his waist was carved to make room for you). It’s a lazy kind of day, the type you’d tease Xilonen for taking a nap in a tree on. But that’s exactly what you’re doing, with smooth bark whittled away from years of growth and age comfortable under you and cool, and Kinich soft and gentle when he meets your adoring gaze.
His eyes flicker to meet yours, then down to where your nail tickles against a bit of skin on his hip where his clothing has ridden up, then back up. “Comfortable?”
“Mhm,” you don’t feel much like talking, and he seems to catch on to that, only shifting his weight to turn more to face you so neither of you have to crane your necks.
He jerks a little when your touch makes the skin sting and you giggle softly. “That’s enough, silly girl.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah. Any more and I’ll have to charge.”
“You drive a hard bargain… what’s the price?”
His eyes study you, helplessly fond and too soft despite his attempts to make his expression stern. “The lowest I can go is a kiss. The interest rates will be pretty steep, though.”
You beam at him, shifting to press a palm against his chest and sit up—hair falling like a curtain that cages the two of you into a world where it is only the two of you, and a gentle breeze and warm sun, wrapped in the embrace of tree boughs and birdsong. “Sounds like something I can afford.”
Kinich swallows, gaze falling to your lips. “You must be quite rich.”
“I am.” Wealthy, even lucky, because I have you. He seems to catch on (surely from the years he’s spent at your side, educated in every subtle twitch to your muscles), smiling as you bring a hand up to trace the lines of his face and snicker at the slight prickle of stubble on the corner of his jaw that’s grown in since the morning. “Can I make my first payment?”
“By all means.”
The gentle press of your lips to his and the sweet seal between the two of you promises forever.
۶۟ৎ nyx's notes: TOTALLY NOT TAKE 2 OF WRITING TODAY BC I SCRAPPED THE OTHER ONE entirely. i would never flop like that.
nyxxiieeee hewwo happy event!!!!! if i may put in a little request of my own, could i ask for!! first time staying over at his place (modern au, sfw) with my favie hehe mr wriothesley genshinimpact!!! dynamic is! easily flustered and bad at hiding it (me) x also quite flustered but good at hiding it and also a tease >.< (him) & if u!!! need more details re: our dynamic pls feel free to dm me okie tkusm ure so nice to everyone myself included ilusm!!!!! ꒰੭⸝⸝´`⸝⸝꒱੭ ❤︎
like 940 words, gn!reader except a feminine pet name at end, umm. mentions of skin flushing/being warm and shy. idk theyre just sweeties
The warm amber light pouring from the bathroom perfectly lights Wriothesley’s face. His smile is crooked and boyish and sweet when he meets your gaze in the mirror once he sets the towel down on the countertop.
“You can be in here too, if you want,” his voice is soft, like he’s coaxing you into it. Your eyes snap to his face and squint—though you only find sincerity and a bit of red on the peaks of his cheekbones. So you slip from the silk sheets and pad over to the doorway, where you can smell the mint of his toothpaste and whatever leave-in conditioner he’s currently carding through drying strands with meticulous focus. He looks handsome and disarmingly relaxed for the amounts of nerves you feel, being this domestic and staying over for the first time.
“What scent is that?” You ask it like your heart isn’t racing from the proximity and how dressed-down and comfortable he is. You hope it means he doesn’t notice the warmth in your cheeks or how rapidly you blink when he turns his cheek to look at you and you see a dimple under his lip when he gives you a small, close-mouthed smile that you’ve never noticed before.
“Bergamot,” he chuckles a little. “Shocking, I know. You wanna try it?”
It is cute, that the scents he gravitates toward match his teas. You nod and smile at him, expecting for him to hand you the jar and let you try it on your own—instead a warm palm meets your waist and pulls you closer while turning you to face the mirror. It’s embarrassing to see your eyes widen and skin flush at that, but you can’t really help how you react to the firmness of his chest against your back or the spread of his fingers and the warmth you feel through your thin tee as he takes his free hand and slowly sections your hair.
“Wriothesley—” your affronted gasp falls short when he smiles at you and you can see his hand shake a little as he unscrews the lid and begins to card it through your hair. It’s lightweight enough you think you’ll be fine sleeping with it in, but your attention focuses more on the way his heart is racing behind you and betraying he’s just as flustered as you are. It’s reassuring that you affect him just as much.
“Pretty,” he hums, with a small teasing lilt that matches the smile tugging at his lips. “I like when you smell like me.”
You turn and hit his shoulder gently for that. He just chuckles and adjusts his hold so his arm wraps firmly closer to your hips and you can tuck your burning face against his collarbone as he finishes applying the conditioner. “You’re the worst, mister.”
“You wound me,” he whispers, tracing along your spine and laughing softly when you shiver. The rumble to his chest betrays his amusement even when you pull back a little to stare at him and the carefully schooled neutral expression. “How can I make it up to you, hm?”
There’s a pause while you consider it, and you must be pouting without realizing it because he ducks his head to down to quickly peck your lips. You let out a squeak (though you plan on denying it when he inevitably presses later) and try to chase his touch. Wriothesley stops you with a thumb on your forehead and laughs when you scowl.
“First of all, not doing that.”
He grins. “Noted.”
“Secondly,” you hum and slowly back him towards the bed, flicking off the bathroom light behind you. “Read to me?”
“Read to you?” He repeats, smiling as you wiggle free and slide under his sheets—tugging them up to just under your eyes and blinking up at him. “What do you want me to read?”
“Anything,” you say softly, heart pounding as he crawls in next to you and gingerly slides closer to you. He doesn’t initiate any contact but he’s close enough you can feel the warmth radiating off his skin. So you shift a little closer until his arm instinctively loops to meet you and you tuck against his chest like it was made for you to rest in. “I just like hearing your voice.”
Wriothesley’s pulse is racing—you feel it in his chest, in his wrist where it rests by your navel, and can even tell in the way his other hand’s fingers tap restlessly against the pillow like he needs to get closer. “I like hearing yours, too.” There’s some shifting, and then the rustle of pages. “I’ll read. But next time, you have to.”
“I have to?” Next time, you think, butterflies erupting in your stomach. The certainty makes you shy.
“Yeah. We’ll take turns.” Wriothesley kisses your shoulder and the soft drag of his lips on your skin makes you shiver. You can feel the smile when he notices. “I’ll stay as big spoon though, if that’s okay…”
“I could totally be the big spoon!” You complain, knowing you probably couldn’t, and that you’re reveling in the warmth and size of his strong arm keeping you locked against him. “But fine. I can read.”
He chuckles. “Good. Now—” and he makes a show of turning the page slowly and shifting his tone lower and softer. “Let’s begin?”
You nod, grab his hand to bring it up and kiss it before letting it drop back.
“Just don’t strain your eyes.”
“I won’t,” he assures. “I need to be able to see my pretty girl in the morning.”
۶۟ৎ from the firsts and flirtations event!
sowwy for not responding to the yapping part not much to say lately 😔
