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!~mostly reblogs of masterlists and posts i enjoy surrounding genshin sagau, which means I DON'T WRITE AND NONE OF THESE ARE MINE!!!! (expect for the ones that are kekw)~!
read content warnings before clicking on posts please, idk i'm not a dad
if you want me to remove a reblog i will (i'm pretty sure you guys can message me right? i'll do more research into this i'm not the most tumblr savy)
also if you want me to reblog your shit i will too! idk if anybody would want me to but better to cover all of my bases kekw
anyways masterlists! mmm masterlists...
speaking of masterlists...
sagau instrument shitpost idea
weed sagau shitpost tiktok
weed sagau tierlist of who would smoke weed and who wouldn't
weed sagau shitpost drawing feat. me and sucrose
short rambling about non-human creator
sagau hu tao longing
also go listen to MILI
(each word is a different song, go become infected and be a MILI groupie like me! they never release a non-bop!)
IF I HAVE REPEAT REBLOGS I'M SORRY I'M ONLY A SINGLE HOOMAN 😭 WITH THE WORLD'S WORST MEMORY
seemingly credited to Yuri-Dom but could be wrong, will research more later
instead of tumblr's abyssmal search engine here's a list of everyone i've reblogged from so you can find yourself easier (below)
i would put direct @ but i dunno if that pings them.. i don't want to be annoying :(
this took hours but also hey look alphabetized! :D
This is the Blog and Masterlist dedicated purely for "Self-Indulgence" a Isekai/SAGAU Creator!Reader x Genshin Impact Fanfiction and its art
Content Warnings and Tags...
About our dearest Creator!Reader...
About our dearest SAGAU!Characters...
The Chapter Links - "The Establishment"
Isekai/SAGAU Shorts, Drabbles, and headcanons...
The Artworks...
Content Warnings and Tags...
Game spoilers, Character lore spoilers, Mention of Fantasy War (Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star rail events. and briefly Transformers lore- that one's not important to lore)
Blasphemy, negative AND positive religious portrayals, poverty, homelessness, racism, socialism, capitalism, communism, slavery, religion,
PHYSICAL - Brief Suicidal ideation (Reader did not expect to survive the fall to Teyvat), Brief Stomach/Chest wound, bleeding descriptions, incorrect wound care, unintentional and intentional self-harm, force fed medication (For Good reason), Medication use, Withdrawal (Medicinal), Physical disabilities,
PSYCHOLOGICAL - Existential dread, mental breakdowns, panic attacks, meltdowns, overstimulation (the bad one), Mental disabilities,
MENTIONED/PAST EVENT - Grooming (gets mentioned about dubious origin of ‘old traditions’ certain characters in-game lore), Physical and Mental abuse, cannibalism (past- and is referenced), cult-like behaviour
CHARACTER SPECIFIC WARNINGS - Experimentation (Dottore-Centric), Grooming (Kaeya-Centric), Human Trafficking (Lynette-Centric)
Sexual NSFW tags and Chapters - Updated as required
CHAPTER 14 - Nsfw Part 1 - ft. Yae Miko, Ei, Yumemizuki Mizuki and Kamisato Ayato x Creator!Reader. SAGAU!Characters are working together to share Creator!Reader. Creator!Reader has a human cock in this part. Heavy petting, Grinding and Making out in a bathhouse, Semi-public space [Bathhouse] and interrupted sexual attempts, Suggestive art included of Yae Miko, Ei and Yumemizuki Mizuki with Creator!Reader
CHAPTER 14 - Nsfw Part 2- ft. Zhongli x Creator!Reader. He's desperate to please you after hearing Yae Miko brag to him about the Bathhouse. Creator!Reader has a human pussy in this part. Mild jealousy, Oral sex and male masturbation.
CHAPTER 18 - Nsfw Part 1- ft. Baizhu x Creator!Reader. After sending them to bed you invite Baizhu over to give him a long awaited reward and gift. No Genitalia on Readers behalg, Handjob, makeout
CHAPTER 19 - Nsfw Part 1- DomTop!Dottore x Switch!Reader x Sub!Omega - Readers Genitalia wheel this chapter spun and landed between Cock and Magical device [Pocket Pussy device.] Only finger and the tip penetration on Reader because Omega is too big for the magical device. Dottore implied to cum in his pants only, Desperate!Whiney!Omega, Dottore degrades Omega, Dottore praises Reader, Handjob, Oral sex, Fingering, Clothed humping, Masterbation, Brief Interruption [By Dottore, he joins right after.] brief talk of experiments. Dottore doesn't care for Omega's well-being in the situation and only for his services toward Reader.
Other Tags - Overcommunication
About our dearest Creator! Reader
For a more In-depth look into the writing process. World Building and Important, Familial relationships and Suitor relationships - Most Updated Version on A03 or TLDR below
Creator!Reader referred to by Nicknames and all pronouns [It/its/she/her/he/him/they/them so far] - Each nation has its own interpretations of Creator!Reader and thus is both right and wrong - Creator does not correct them
Creator!Reader has the ability to change genitalia via magic and alters it in NSFW sections and other appropriate situations
Creator!Reader has a backstory [It's actual Genshin lore explained in Isekai/SAGAU nerd terminology]
Creator!Reader has physical draconian traits - Antenna, Horns, tail and some scales
Reader! is not a reliable narrator or source of information
Reader! comes from an untraditional household and background
Reader! is learning how to live again and will make mistakes
Reader! is disabled and some chapters will feature bad days not just good days
Written in First Person - POV - [I/my]
When in POV of Characters they use [You/your]
No Cult - No Yandere - No one's an actual cunt to you
'Character x Reader' tag will only be added if they're majorly involved with Reader during the chapter
About our dearest SAGAU! Characters
World Building and Important, Familial relationships and Suitor relationships - Most Updated Version on A03 or TLDR below
These are all the characters that are actively tryna’ get with Reader. meaning Not all these characters wanna’ or are gonna’ fuck you though (no offense) as this longfic does include headcannons about some of their thoughts on it and delves into the spectrum of love, lust and desire.
Everyone else? Platonic and/or Familial relationships with Reader. but they too will still have the same amount of development because i enjoy a slice of life crack headcannon fics more than romantic scenarios.
These guys also have pre-established relationships with other characters like for example;
Al-haitham x Kaveh
Jean x Lis
Mualani x Kinich
Candace x Dehya x Dunyazard
etc.
as well as non-established relationships that will come to fruition like;
Neuvillette x Wriothesley.
etc.
They will not be a focus, but it is important to acknowledge that some of these characters will not just be with Reader, and that some characters that have a relationship with other characters will not be with Reader.
like for example how I will have Ayato x Reader and Ayato x Thoma but not Ayato x Reader x Thoma as Thoma will not be with Reader romantically.
We also will still be having tragic ships like Capitano x Mauvika because Capitano said ‘I wish to still do my task of becoming Lord of the night.’, or ex'es Dainsleif x Lumine because I find that dynamic interesting to explore.
also Fuck buddy type relationships, Venti and Dahlia for example because that makes sense for Authors brain
I will gladly make separate posts for this stuff if there's active interest in wanting to hear these headcanons in more detail.
Chapter 1
Chapter Summary [ 5 sections below] [4.4k words]
We crash land in Teyvat, brought in by a wishing shower and the dreams of many. The Sumerian and Liyuen delegations just have to figure it out first- after investigating a mysterious meteor that took out a developing trade route
ft. Creator!Reader, Aether, Paimon, Nahida, Al-haitham, Kaveh, Wanderer, Zhongli, Baizhu, Xiao.
Chapter 2
Chapter Summary [ 6 sections below] [ 8.2k words]
We are discovered by the good doctor, and brought up to speed on what's happening. We put some food on the table, some uncomfortable realisations are made, and a witch comes by to confirm it all.
ft. Creator!Reader, Aether, Paimon, Nahida, Al-haitham, Kaveh, Wanderer, Zhongli, Baizhu, Xiao, Alice.
Chapter 3
Chapter Summary [ 6 sections below] [7.8k words]
We investigate our powers and spend the day with a few people exploring them and putting down foundations for our future. We collapse to the floor after a brief medical scare and get some help with it. Then it comes down to getting to work on preparing for your reintroductions to the world
ft. Creator!Reader, Aether, Paimon, Nahida, Al-haitham, Kaveh, Wanderer, Zhongli, Baizhu, Xiao.
Chapter 4
Chapter Summary [ 6 sections below] [8.9k words]
Baizhu wakes us up for a meal and a check up before we decide to play ‘Genshin Impact’ and claim our dailies, it doesn't go well- but we get to go to the Jade chamber to stay with Ningguang for the day. in the end we sit in comfortable silence with Zhongli
ft. Creator!Reader, Baizhu, Wanderer (Kintsugi), Flins, Miliastra Wonderland Manikino (Fayte), Ningguang
Chapter 5
Chapter Summary [ 7 sections below] [6.4k words]
we go look over the upgrades to the Serenitea pot realm and get flash banged by the Electro nations gate. we send out some more invites and contracts, send someone home and unpack some of our stuff…to make the discovery of fandom space within Teyvat
ft. Creator!Reader, Zhongli, Raiden Shogun, Ei, Yae miko, Kamisato Ayaka, Kamisato Ayato, Kokomi, Aether, Paimon [] Lumine, Aloy, Dainsleif, Miliastra Wonderland Manikina (Fayble), Al-haitham
Chapter 6
Chapter Summary [6 sections below] [7.5k words]
After the night of reading over Zhongli's diary we find ourselves flustered at the next interaction. As a distraction, Kaveh comes to help us out by helping him out, we meet more people and we find out about a certain tradition they intend to do at the ceremony. We have a nice talk with aether and then do some laundry
ft. Creator!Reader, Zhongli, Baizhu, Kaveh, Aino, Ineffa, Miliastra Wonderland Manikins Fayte and Fayble, Al-haitham, Aether, Wanderer (Kintsugi), Mini Durin
Chapter 7
Chapter Summary [3 sections below] [5.2k words]
It's the ceremony, introductions are made and we spend our life savings of primogems on wishing for them all- then its the process of organising all those weapons and lost 50/50's
ft. Literally everyone, they all get name dropped.
Chapter 8
Chapter Summary [7 sections below] [8.1k words]
Gift giving, an anxiety filled guy, an anxiety filled you and a nice interaction with the spark knight. We go back to our roots of labour work in the kitchen to help out on the first day's end and finally accept this is all happening.
ft. Creator!Reader, Fayte, Fayble, Varka, Venti, Diluc [] Dottore, Pantalone, ‘Ursa’ (Segment 13) [] Kaeya, Klee, Albedo, Wanderer (Kintsugi), Sedene [] Escoffier, Xinyan, Xiangling, Diona, Jean, Barbara, Nilou, Noelle [] Zhongli
Chapter 9
Chapter Summary [3 sections below] [6k words]
Its update day- we get an influx of new information and have a short rage. We ascend our Traveler and let him fight it out
ft. Creator!Reader, Fayte, Fayble [] Dottore, Baizhu, Zhongli, Columbina, Aether [] Ursa (Segment 13), Mini Durin, Diluc, Kaeya, Amber, Lisa []
Chapter 10
Chapter Summary [5 sections below] [9.6k words]
Obligatory song fics section as our accolades perform for us, have a long discussion with Dottore and then get taken to the adepti for story time. everyone gets hit by a shock wave of divination and people start recognising ‘oh, this Creator guy is legit and we are all down bad for each other.’comfort is given to some of the Khaenri’ans
ft. Creator!Reader, Fayte, Fayble [] Barbara, Xinyan, Nilou, Kaveh, Furina, Dottore [] Zhongli, Albedo, Xiao, Xianyun, Yanfei, Ganyu, Shenhe [] Aether, Baizhu, Dainsleif, Rerir, Flins [] Capitano [] Venti
Chapter -
There will be another update this week [between the dates 28/1 - 4/2] that will go 'backwards' - Chapter summary is as follows; [This is me, going through every other SAGAU!characters ‘gift’ or ‘performance’ for the Creator!Reader that you guys missed out on when it was playing it in my head the other day- short snippets for each but there's enough of these guys left to give an idea on what's going on behind the scenes and make a full chapters worth] ft. literally everyone that has not been in the fic as of yet. Then we will come back to main plotline ;] WILL STAY SEPERATE ON TUMBLR - WILL MERGE IN AO3
Chapter 11
Chapter Summary [6 sections below] [10.1k words]
Whale boss fight- Foul legacy boss fight. These guys are learning that God can bring forth beasts stronger than they can currently handle. Marriage proposals and a sudden bout of pain, putting you into the good doctor's care again. We rest for a little with our new wards and get a memory from a time long since past and go do easy things for the rest of the day
ft. Creator!Reader, Fayte, Fayble [] Childe, Arlecchino, Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, Baizhu, Wanderer (Kintsugi) [] Al-haitham, Kaveh [] Zhongli, Aether, Neuvillette [] Mini Durin, ‘Ursa’ (Segment 13) [] Mualani, Kinich, Mauvika, Chasca, Citlali [] Dottore, ‘Foxttore’ (Segment) [] Pierro
Chapter 12
Chapter Summary [6 sections below] [8k words]
We finally got a nice everything shower and a really nice goodnight. then it gets sidelined by a figure we don't expect. THEY make THEIR presence known. Quick breakie to start the day then an absolute ball is had translating music from across the nations that everyone had been blindly singing and they get a taste of the Creator's potential ‘God complex’ interpretation. and our tiktok.
ft. Creator!Reader, Fayte, Fayble [] Baizhu, Aeon Nanook (yea the one from Honkai), Diluc, Venti [] Wanderer (Kintsugi), Dottore, Pantalone [] Sandrone, Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, Albedo, Kaeya, Arlecchino []
Chapter 13
Chapter summary [2 sections below] [6.7k words]
Time for a quick meeting, the nations come together to discuss some important topics in preparation for late in the week- then we have a quick talk to Aether about the future
Ft. Creator!Reader, Fayte and Fayble - [] Pantalone, Ningguang, Kamisato Ayato, Zhongli, Wriothesley [] Neuvillette, Raiden Shogun [EI is not metally present rn], Nahida, Mauvika, Venti [] Albedo, Childe, Dottore, Aether, Paimon, Kaveh
Chapter 14
Nsfw warning
Chapter summary [4 sections below] [8.9k words]
We start our modded multi-player 'Stardew Valley' save file... ft. Ororon, Diluc, Varesa, Tighnari, Collei, Kokomi and Gorou.
Nsfw Part 1- ft. Yae Miko, Ei, Yumemizuki Mizuki and Kamisato Ayato x Creator!Reader. SAGAU!Characters are working together to share Creator!Reader. Creator!Reader has a human cock in this part. Heavy petting, Grinding and Making out in a bathhouse, Semi-public space [Bathhouse] and interrupted sexual attempts, Suggestive art included of Yae Miko, Ei and Yumemizuki Mizuki with Creator!Reader
We [Actually] bathe and relax with the Hydro dragon and his sisters.. ft. Neuvilette, Sigewinne and Sedene.
Nsfw Part 2- ft. Zhongli x Creator!Reader. He's desperate to please you after hearing Yae Miko brag to him about the Bathhouse. Creator!Reader has a human pussy in this part. Mild jealousy, Oral sex and male masturbation.
Chapter 15
Chapter summary [4 sections] [7.2k words]
We wake up and get ready for the long day with Zhongli, Nahida is curious about something and we do get into a argument with the Miliastra Wonderland twins. We cool off doing food prep with Mini Durin and a few other joins
ft.Creator!Reader, Fayte and Fayble [] Zhongli [] Nahida, Al-haitham [] Mini Durin, Furina, Ayato, Wanderer (Kintsugi).
Chapter 16
Chapter summary [2 sections] [6.2k words]
Dottore has a goal in mind, and Ursa- or rather segment ‘Kappa’ has some opinions on it. Meanwhile The Creator, Neuvillette and Zhongli do their best to help the new dragon to Teyvat whos never interacted with other dragons
ft. Creator!Reader [] Dottore, Ursa (Kappa), Segments mentioned: Omega, Beta, Gamma, Theta, Zeta and The ‘Trilunar amalgamation’ [] Mini Durin, Neuvillette, Zhongli []
Chapter 17
Chapter summary [1 section] [6.4k words] 28/1/2026
The second day's meeting commences with Ayato opening up talks about imports and exports internationally and ends with Foresight into the potentials of the Creator's ability to assist in future events.
Ft. Creator!Reader, Fayte, Fayble, Ayato, Kokomi, Ningguang, Pantalone, Dottore, Nahida, Zhongli, Pierro, many other characters make brief cameos- and will reappear in part 2 of the meeting
Chapter 18
Chapter summary [2 sections] [5.8k words]
Section 1
You decide to spend the night home alone to decompress only to find Ursa [Kappa] has brought home a… friend? for a sleepover, being unpromptedly brought in to their ‘sleepover’ you manage to sus out a few things.
Ft. Creator!Reader, Ursa, Zeta.
Nsfw section 2
After sending them to bed you invite Baizhu over to give him a long awaited reward and gift
Ft. Creator!Reader and Baizhu
Chapter 19
Chapter summary [3 sections] [8.6k words]
Section 1
Quick huddle on the go to military unit and their purposes because they have a rather important job list! totally!
Ft. Creator!Reader, Military Unit - Capitano, Childe, Mauvika, Varka, Diluc, Aether, Dainsleif, Nefer.
DomTop!Dottore x Switch!Reader x Sub!Omega
Readers Genitalia wheel this chapter spun and landed between Cock and Magical device [Pocket Pussy device.]
Only finger and the tip penetration on Reader because Omega is too big for the magical device. Dottore implied to cum in his pants only, Desperate!Whiney!Omega, Dottore degrades Omega, Dottore praises Reader, Handjob, Oral sex, Fingering, Clothed humping, Masterbation, Brief Interruption [By Dottore, he joins right after.] brief talk of experiments. Dottore doesn't care for Omega's well-being in the situation and only for his services toward Reader.
Ft. Creator!Reader, Dottore, Omega [Webtore] Gamma is there briefly
Section 3
The introduction of the units and finalising our meetings ready for the final day together tomorrow
What do I think of the traveller? Well, they’re observant, quick on their feet, and remarkably determined once set in their ways. They’re the only reason Fontaine is still standing, and the only reason I’m not stuck in the Fortress of Meropide. I owe them quite a bit, now that I think about it…
about us: the creator
friendship lv. 4
Imagine a travelling opera troupe visited town, and you decide to attend. You listen to the musical scores, watch the actors dance across the stage, years of practice and rehearsals condensed into a single scene, an unknowable amount of complexity lost from your place in the audience. You want to watch it over and over, to ask the director about his creative process and about the symbolism of the chorus, but everything packs up before you know it. You think about it forever, mourning the fragility of your own memory, wanting more than anything to watch it just one more time.
about you: worship
friendship lv. 6
Thank you for keeping my family safe. Thank you for your compassion, for believing in Lynette and Freminet and Father and… for trusting me. I lied to you and the traveller when we met and yet you still chose to help, and that means more than I can ever express. You’re kind and caring and… ah, I’m no good with words. Just… thank you. For everything.
lynette
about us: the traveller
I like them. Quick, to the point, and able to back up their words with their swordsmanship. They’re surprisingly willing to work with the Fatui; though, that shouldn’t be too unexpected considering how much Tartaglia likes to talk about them.
about us: the creator
friendship lv. 4
What does a flower think of the sun? Or the tide of the moon?
about you: worship
friendship lv. 6
Gifts and acts of service are how thanks are normally given, but considering your status… I’m no good at speeches without a script, so I’ll get to the point. Thank you for everything. I’m here if you need me. Don’t be shy about asking for help, either; no amount of errands I could run could make up for saving Teyvat thrice over. If it’s for you, I don’t mind.
freminet
about us: the traveller
The.. traveller…? Ah, I- I never got the chance to speak with them that often. Usually Lyney or Lynette interact with them… But, I am grateful they’re here. Who knows where Fontaine would be without them…
about us: the creator
friendship lv. 4
What about them? W-wait, that sounded bad—what I meant to say was: why were you asking about them? My opinion? That’s… a strange question to ask. It’s like asking what I think of the sea, or what Lynette thinks of oysters, or Lyney his shows or Father the House. I.. I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand the question…
about you: worship
friendship lv. 6
I wouldn’t be where I am if it wasn’t for you. You changed my life, how I view myself and my family, and gave me the strength to protect what I care about. I am forever in your debt. Should you ever need anything, give me the order and it will be done.
bonus!!
arlecchino
about the creator: recitals
I think it’s amusing how much effort people put into planning a thing as simple as prayer. Every day, the children carefully discuss what candles would smell the best when lit, pestering Lyney for his opinion… even Freminet, blessed as he is, practices his words at least twice before addressing them formally. Then again, he never has been confident with his words…
navia
about the creator: tea time
I rather enjoy tea parties. Brewing the tea, baking the pastries, sitting together with a few friends, it’s all so peaceful. Of course, now that Silver and Melus are gone, I find myself drinking tea all on my own. No, there’s no need to worry—sitting above a thriving Spina, knowing everything we’ve been through and the strength we’ve been given, I never feel lonely.
Sagau but the reader gets reallyangry evry time when someone insults sucrose,venti,nahida and fischil...... so the former sages of academia are now seeing the reader riding on azdaha screaming how they will wrath of the rock, or anyone who badmouths sucrose and fischil feels like reader screaming that they will sufere while zhongli and ei holds them back, but when someone try to insult reader.......reader just gets bored and gose to sleep and acolaytes have wtf face
When Someone Insults Sucrose, Venti, & Nahida... Vs When Someone Insults Reader
Anon, you know for a fact things are about to go down when Reader hears the insults directed at these characters. For all we know—if reader wasn't be held back they probably would actually murder some people.
OH, and this one's going to be VERY LONG, so be prepared! This was also the reason why I had to get rid of Fischl—that and it was also because my motivation decided to die on me—
(Disclaimers: Might be OOC, (perhaps) Mentions of Violence, & Quest Spoilers!)
Sucrose
The moment she gets insulted for how shy and unusual her experiments were, you can literally tell her confidence breaking. You can see it in the way her ears began to droop more and how she starts fumbling with her stuff.
And, you treasure Sucrose A LOT. What are you going to do, sit there on the side lines? NOT do anything?
"Hey, you lot!" You march up to the insulters out of your hiding place. "What do you think you're doing, insulting one of my acolytes?"
This gets the gossipers to shut up immediately. They are shivering as they hear your voice, flaring with anger and hatred to the bone.
"Y-Your Grace! We were just...uhm—just...commenting! Yes, just commenting on, uh—"
"Shut up. This. INSTANT!" Your voice rings out through the street of Mondstadt. Sucrose's eyes were wide as she sees you, the Almighty Creator, stand up for her. "DO THIS AGAIN, AND I WILL SLIT YOUR THROAT OUT, YOU HEAR ME?"
Yeah, the gossipers are getting absolute PSTD from this. They are never recovering from this incident. Sucrose, upon hearing the threat, quickly runs up to you, to hold you back from actually hurting them.
Yes, you were raising your fists. Who wouldn't want to punch them? They were acting ignorant!
"P-please, Your Grace! Let's not get violent!" Sucrose tries to persuade you from not doing anything murderous—she doesn't want to have to report to the Knights of Favonius that the Creator themself has committed first-degree murder on the streets right before her eyes.
You sigh, relenting. You won't do it if Sucrose won't like it, but if anyone asked you, they absolutely deserved losing their vocal cords.
"Fine." You turn back to the gossipers, who were cowering on the table they were at. "You both, get out of here. If this happens again, I will do what I threatened to do. Or worse."
That's what gets the moving. After several panicked confirmations ("Yes, Your Grace!" "Understood, Your Grace!" "This won't happen again, Your Grace!"), they leave.
But if you were the one that got insulted? Sucrose would be so horrified of the audacity of these people! How could they say such things about the Creator?
She would be even more horrified to realize that you were there, hearing it all. So, instead of telling off the gossipers, she runs up to you to make sure you were okay. Your feelings matter more than those idiots!
"Your Grace, are you okay? I'm so sorry for what they're saying! Please know that they're not true!" She would say gently, and Sucrose would be ultimately surprised to see you actually pretty chill about the entire incident.
"Hm? Yeah, why wouldn't I be okay?—Oh, are you talking about those people over there?" You point at the gossipers, still insulting and calling you names. "Yeah, they're actually pretty amusing."
Shookth. That's what Sucrose's expression is. Absolute shock. You would expect someone like the Almighty Creator to be enraged or upset by this kind of behavior from your own people, but no, you're just sitting there, at a table near the Good Hunter, listening to some dudes piling up random trash on the table like it's some Live Soap Opera.
"U-uhm, pardon me, Your Grace...but are you not affected by what they're saying?" Sucrose can't help but be puzzled at your reaction. It's not exactly...what people would expect, you know?
"Nope, none. Anyways, I'm feeling up for a mushroom pizza—wanna come join me? It'll be on me~"
Sucrose blushes, her mind going frantic. Pizza, with the CREATOR THEMSELF?! But, if the creator wants her to join, she can't refuse!
"O-of course, Your Grace!"
"Alright then. SARA! YOU MIND IF YOU MAKE US A MUSHROOM PIZZA, PLEASE?" The moment you shout from your table, the gossipers turned pale. They look over at you and Sucrose.
That was the next gossip going on throughout the streets for the next few weeks. And you found that entire episode even more amusing.
Venti
This guy is honestly pretty used to insults, so hearing one of his own people call him names and insulting his skills as a bard, he just ignores them and goes on with his day.
However, today was different. He was inside the tavern when you stormed to the table where the insults were being piled up on.
"Ahem." Just by the sound of your voice, you can see the dudes trembling. You were that much of a scary character when you wanted to be. "What is the meaning of this?"
"A-ah! Your Grace, we were just placing opinions on a certain bard's skill in their music—"
"And how does insulting the bard himself have to do anything with their music taste?" you ask, voice ringing with anger. The bad mouthers were turning pale just by the tone you were using. If emotions could kill, your glare would have them drop dead in a heartbeat. Venti found that a little amusing, honestly.
"U-uhm, Your Grace, we can explain!" one of them quickly exclaims, trying to save their own skins. You glare down at them, not even budging in expression or movement.
"Perhaps I should call StormTerror and have your discarded bodies thrown into the ocean." Ayo, hold up! Venti nearly sweats his pants off. The Creator calling in his dear friend, Dvalin, just to kill like, 3 people that were badmouthing him?
As much as he wanted to see his buddy again, he does not like the situation as to why he was even here in Mondstadt again. And besides, these three were still children of Mondstadt! It's better if he steps in and saves them all.
"Yahoo! Your Grace!~ Come join me with for a lovely glass of wine!" He uses his cheekiness to get your attention, knowing the favoritism he'll get over the trio in their little corner.
You sigh. You were so close of letting loose your rage on these idiots, but alas, having fun with Venti outweighed dealing with smack talkers.
So, despite your urge to continue to scream bloody murder from the skies above, you joined Venti at his usual spot in front of the bartender. Venti can only smile as he manages to defuse the situation without making a bigger scene.
"So, Your Grace~ Care to hear this bard's next ballad dedicated to the Almighty Creator themself?" Purely distracts you before you can think more about the frustrating topic.
But when Venti hears someone smack talking about the Creator? Oh, it's really about to go down. Someone was really asking for a death wish. He can suddenly sympathize how much anger you could've felt when you heard other talking crap about him.
Until he sees you, chilling in the corner, listening in on the crap and looking like you would fall asleep at any given time. Venti was puzzled—has the Creator heard insults such as these before? He had to know.
So, disregarding the stupid and semi-drunk idiots, he runs up to you. The moment you see him, you were suddenly very much awake.
"Your Grace! I apologize for what those morons are saying—please, allow this humble bard to deal with them—" You wave him off, telling him to not bother. You tell him that it was actually pretty amusing, and sometimes really good background noise to help you sleep.
Now this dude is even more confused. How could insults be good background noise? How could the Creator themself be using that as a source to doze off to dreamland? It didn't make sense, but he suppose it'll be better for himself if he just left the question alone, never to be answered.
"Well, anyways, I'm up for a walk—you wanna come with?" Venti grins at the request. Spending time with the Creator? Of course he would join! He can brag about it all to the old block head in Liyue and the grumpy royal in Inazuma.
"Ehe, lead the way, Your Grace!" He says it loud enough to have the gossipers freeze and look over. They watch as you both leave the tavern to go on a walk.
Mission accomplished! Venti can live with that kind of revenge on the plate. It served them right to be scared.
Nahida
Okay, to make it more convenient for myself, let's have this take place before the Greater Lord Rukkhadevata was erased from Irmunsil. The traveler has managed to save Nahida from the sanctuary of Surasthana, and now we're basically at the part where Cyno meets Azar face to face.
You, quite literally, begged Cyno to let you join him—you were sick and tired of that old man that proclaimed himself to be he Grand Sage anyways.
Even without all the begging, Cyno would've let you follow him anyways. If Azar didn't think that the Dendro Archon could ever lay judgement on him, then let the Almighty Creator reign justice on him themself.
The moment you step into the sanctuary, however, you felt your blood boil. You remember playing through this darn quest and listened to all the crap this son of a dirt bag threw at the wholesome bean that is the Dendro Archon.
You knew what would happen, since you played through the entire quest. For some reason, Teyvat hasn't gone through this change, but you knew. In the end, Nahida was too merciful to the sages. And, let's be honest, who wouldn't want to throw a darn punch at this guy?
You let Cyno do most of the talking with Azar, enjoying how he was looking uneasy as you silently glared at him from the shadows. You can tell Nahida saw you, her eyes wide with awe and shock.
The moment Cyno slams down his polearm, you took it as your cue to come out of your hiding spot.
"And if you think you're leaving this place unharmed, you better think twice! I will claw off that smug face of yours if you think you would get away insulting that precious child!" You point at Nahida to make your statement very clear of who said-child was, in case Azar was stupid enough to think it was someone else.
The moment the (ex)Grand Sage saw you, you can see the literal fear dawning his very figure and eyes. Cyno had to hold you back with an arm on your shoulder because you were looking wayy too murderous than he thought you would be.
"Your Grace, please calm down!" As much as she hates what the sages and the Fatui did to the people of Sumeru, she didn't exactly want Azar dead.
Nahida is smart enough to speculate that if she interfered, maybe Cyno would be able to do his job for both she and the Almighty Creator before things escalate too quickly by Their Grace's divine hand.
As much as she loves you standing up to her, she really doesn't want things to get too bloody than it needs to be.
You glare at Azar one more time. Fine, if you can't have this son of a crap dead as a corpse, you would take some satisfaction in driving fear into him.
"You do this again, little old man, and I'll make sure you actually lose all that self-pride you have and oh-so cherish. Got it?" Even with confirmation, you wouldn't let this guy off the hook. You were that enraged with him.
But at least Nahida was out of her cage, so that's all that mattered.
"Don't worry, Your Grace! I won't let others do this again to me, I promise!" She reassures you that she will not have anyone trample all over her again, and you just couldn't help yourself but smile gently down at her. You know very well she wouldn't.
Alright, post-sumeru archon quest, Nahida is pretty much free to roam wherever she wants. She's pretty happy, until she hears a group of people huddling together talking bad about the Almighty Creator...
At first, she was surprised. Then she got upset and a little angry. Why would her people speak so ill of the Creator?
She literally nearly breaks when she sees you chilling at a different table at Puspa Cafe. She ran up to you, surprisingly, undetected by almost everyone she ran past.
You notice Nahida approaching, and welcome her with a warm smile and a wave, but dies away when she sees the sadness on her face.
"Your Grace! Please forgive my people for talking such false things about you!" She would exclaim, her eyes close to watering tears. While she doesn't like what she hears about you, she doesn't want her people hurt for such things they say.
"Oh—that's what you were concerned about?" you said, dumbly. You look over at the table that were still gossiping about you. "Nah, don't worry, Nahida—they're actually pretty funny."
That immediately gets Nahida spiraling down in confusion. Huh? How could such hurtful things be funny? Was the Almighty Creator very used to this kind of thing, or was it simply because they truly did find it amusing somehow?
"I'm sorry, Your Grace...but I don't really get what you mean." You shrug it off, telling her that's just how you roll. Besides, this was like a free, live time drama show! They were that amusing.
"Say, since we're sitting here in Puspa Cafe, how 'bout I treat you to some Padisarah Pudding and Candied Ajilenakh Nuts? It's all on me!" Yeah, you're pretty okay with spoiling Nahida with treats. Besides, cute bean was sad—you wanted to cheer her up!
When she agrees, you shout, "BOSS! MIND IF YOU GET ME TWO PADISARAH PUDDINGS AND A PLATE OF AJILENAKH NUTS?" And, much like what happened with Sucrose and the pizza, the gossipers freeze, turn pale, and look over.
They become even paler when they see the Dendro Archon herself sitting with the Almighty Creator, casually talking about random things.
"Your Grace, did you really fall from the sky as a shooting star to our world?" You and Nahida would continue talking about your origins and how you brought Teyvat to life from the storybook version, not knowing that the bad mouthers were having a existential crisis at their table.
AND THAT'S IT! I'M SORRY FISCHL, BUT I AM VERY TIRED—
I hope you guys enjoyed it though! See you around! :)
Ghost Rebel Side Note: This was WAYY longer than I thought it would be, holy cow- but at least it turned out okay? :') Boy, I am so tired lol- this took far too much energy than I thought it would. My motivation legit started plummeting when I got to Nahida—You can legit tell I had to reuse the cafe/restaurant scene from Sucrose into hers because my brain just died on me- But I do hope you guys still liked it! Especially you, Anon! I hope it was up to your standards :)
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Hiiiiii there! This is the first time I'm gonna request in your blog, which made me wonder of what to request until I saw of those episodes of anyone insulting the characters vs. the sagau reader, so was wondering... We go for the Fatui!
May we have Freminet (the poor boy) being bad mouthed and there is Reader being stopped by both Lyney and Lynette because they are about to unleash hell upon the insulter and drown them with their own bare hands, threatening the insulter to become immortal and trapped in a coffin where they'll forever be drowned under the deep seas.
Same treatment goes to Arlecchino too, like, what do you mean about what you insulted to her?! Excuse me! She's the Father! THE FATHER! (the very father who reader wished to got adopted by ahem ahem) and now there are Lyney, Lynette, and even Freminet trying to stop reader from unleashing another hell and wait, why are they carrying Arlecchino's scythe- but ofc, Arlecchino had to stop reader from causing more havoc (even though she wanted to see it, it's not a good image of reader causing a murder spree for the Fatui) but everyone still gets the message.
Then there's Dottore (and possibly his entire segments too, where maybe reader convinces Nahida to spare them, after all they are the creator and they love all creations, even the different versions of Dottore in all ages)! No matter how much things he had done in the name of science and knowledge, he's still our pookie (we all love our silly man, no matter how much questionable his methods are-) and there's a reason he became this way. And when a certain villager from Sumeru insults him? Then reader founds out that it was the same village that kicked Dotts out when he was a wee kid? Reader went BEAST mode and was about to burn the entire village down (before Dottore burns the Iriminsul tree, reader went ahead but it's not the tree but his home village holy shi-) and he appreciates that and at the same time, for the first time, he's concerned and had to gather his ENTIRE segments to stop reader because they became a BEAST XD
And oh, can we get Capitano too? Like... WHO DARES QUESTION HIS RESOLVE, THIS CHIVALROUS MAN WHO WENT TRYING TO GO AND SAVE NATLAN BECAUSE, your Honor... Reader growled and hell hath no fury they went releasing their anger that would make the abyss creatures run between their tails, Capitano being the down to stop Reader as if he's lifting an angry kitten roaring around.
Anyways, thanks again and I hope this is all alright. Have a beautiful nice day ❤️
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Be Fearful of the Fatui...Because the Almighty Creator is Their Safeguard, THAT'S WHY!
Ft. Freminet, Arlecchino, Il Dottore, Il Capitano
(Warning! Might Be OOC!)
Oho, boy, do where shall we begin? Well...Let's just say, even the FATUI are scared of you—you have even LITERAL FATUI HARBINGERS concerned for the utter chaos you're about to start.
So let's break it down, shall we? :D
Freminet
To say that Freminet is trembling underneath the SHEER mass of fear of the potential idea of you causing utter mayhem on his behalf would be the UNDERSTATEMENT of the YEAR
Let me tell you, when boy heard you were considering on waging WAR for this one snobby guy that decided it was their time to shine in the "Worst Person Alive Award" newspaper section, bro almost fainted!
He had to beg Lyney and Lynette to do something before you proceeded to smack the utter daylights out of the poor guy. Quite literally speaking, they had to drag you back by hauling you over their collective shoulders.
"Y-Your Grace...Please...don't do that again? Uhm, their words don't really...hurt me. I promise....So can we, uhm, drop the idea of killing some random person on the street?"
This poor scuba diver was shaking from head to toe. You might need to console him first before going all out with your secret murder plans, I mean—uh, those other plans you had! Yeah!
May the Hydro Archon bless Freminet's soul, he's found another thing to both fear and love about you. On the plus side, more time to spend with your favorite person despite not being able to kill—I mean, "teach" someone! Woohoo!
Arlecchino
She was surprised you would go to such lengths, at first. Then she immediately thought they were unnecessary—people will always talk because they were part of the Fatui, after all.
What she overlooked was the fact that YOU took this very specific insult PERSONALLY. So, in the end, there's an entire crew of her own children from the House of the Hearth, trying to hold you back while you (somehow) managed to either replicate her scythe entirely down to the smallest detail, or you just somehow stole hers while she wasn't looking (she's leaning towards the former, considering your stature).
She had to personally arrive to the scene to tell you to stand down. While she does appreciate (and would love to see) that you would willingly create hell for her, she does believe prioritizing YOUR image comes first and foremost rather than an insult.
"Your Grace, let's settle down." She gives the person who inflicted your wrath that side-eye glance that makes them tremble. "Don't waste your breath on a person who isn't even worth your attention span. Allow me to escort you back to the House of the Hearth. There are some matters I'm aware you need tending to, and I apologize that there has been a nuance in our midst that has been holding you back. My children and I will take it from here."
Safe to say, she's escorted you home, and had some dessert and tea made for you to calm yourself down on. Now, be prepared to spar with Arlecchino. She wants to see what kind of hell you could create—even if it's nullified to the point of a normal person's sparring match. The idea enlightens her.
Il Dottore
Must I really say much for this man? He's utterly happy that you're creating chaos? And for him, of all people? He's so flattered, he could brag to literally everyone that talks to him (literally. He does that to everyone for WEEKS after).
You, burning a village—his HOME VILLAGE—for him? Oh, he's kicking his feet like a little girl. Please, by all means, go all out! You can bet yourself that he's there watching it happen.
That was slightly a mistake. He's now traumatized watching you cause your mayhem. A divine blessing, nevertheless, don't get him wrong—he just wasn't prepared for what you had in mind.
"Oh. Great. Archons." He's staring down from where he stands, and he's flabbergasted. For once in his life, he thinks he has to stop you in your ingenuity. Your great, divine ingenuity. "...Tsk. At least that's one thing all my segments can agree on."
Five hours later, you return to the Fatui's main base with Il Dottore (the real one) greeting you, and the rest of his segments hauling you back as you scream bloody murder (still) at the very top of your lungs.
...None of the Fatui members that met you that night slept well for the next few months. Il Dottore being the exception that he doesn't sleep for the sake of EXPERIMENTS.
Il Capitano
Ah, our favorite, idealistic and righteous captain...
He's already there, holding you by the scruff of your neck as you practically said some of the most foul language you ever known (he's glad he has that helmet hiding his face, because he's grimacing with how bloodthirsty and venomous it is).
He personally took you elsewhere to cool down. Mainly alone, since most of the other Fatui soldiers decided then and there that they were not prepare to see the Almighty Creator descend hatred-fueled wrath upon this poor guy that keeps insulting and questioning The Captain.
"Your Grace, I appreciate the concern, but you must be aware that your strength can't be used to unleash hell everywhere." He's giving you that talk about great power and great responsibility. You know the one—but hey, he does it in his style! "Natlan is already very fragile. We have to be cautious with our next move, or innocent lives will be caught."
He does give you a head pat as his form of appreciation for defending his honor, despite all the scolding he gives you. That counts for something, right?
Just—please don't smite someone because of insults. He appreciates the gesture and all, but The Captain has other matters to sort out. He much rather know you are safe and sound, than yelling for murder in some distant corner, scaring tribe members.
And that's a wrap! Hope you enjoy it! :D
Ghost Rebel Side Notes: I AM BACK! Finally—my hiatus was so long OMG, but I'm slowly trying to come back. Not sure if my activity will increase, considering how life is, but hopefully, I'll be writing a bit more. My device isn't as laggy as it was before, but I'm still be cautious as of right now LOL
Anywho, I JUST caught up with the Genshin Main Story, so I know the gist of the lore again, more or less. I haven't got into any of the Character Stories, though, so if you start asking me about Natlan Character Stories, or characters like Skirk and Escoffier, you'll be fairly disappointed in second of how fast I fumble. That's to say, I don't think I'll be getting into their backstories anytime soon—I've only just re-entered Genshin Impact's lore, and I technically need to catch up on the little nitty-gritty details myself LOL, especially BEFORE NOD-KRAI LIKE—HELLO??? AM I MISSING LORE REGARDING THE MOON SISTERS, OR IS IT JUST ME?
Anywho, that's my little rant LOL—see you next time!
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⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅ As seen by the Harbingers: You, the Creator
I: sixth, ninth, fourth and third. II: the director, eighth, first, second.
III: eleventh, fifth, seventh.
✦ SCARAMOUCHE
He imagines the Creator without eyes when he’s weak.
No gaze to witness his humiliation, no pupils to reflect the things he’s become. When he’s low—when his voice shakes and his eyes sting and he thinks no—no—not here, when his joints ache like they’re rusting from the inside and his throat closes around the jagged ribs of old heartbreak, he imagines you blind.
Because if you could see him—really see him—when he’s crawling through mud and ruin, when he’s nothing more than gears and bruises and shame—
No. That won’t do.
But when he is something—when his powers ring in the bones of Tevyat and the ground cracks under his steps, when the sky and rules bends to his will, when mortals kneel and whisper his title like it tastes iron and end—then he imagines you with eyes.
Wide. Unblinking and brilliant.
He wants—he needs you to see. Needs your gaze like a blade to press himself against. So he can shout and shove it in your face like a trophy stained with dried blood:
‘’Look! Look what I did without you!’’
He doesn’t know what he expects in return. Awe, maybe. Horror. Guilt would be nice too, even if it’s hollow. But what he really wants is to catch a flicker of regret. He wants to know you care, even if it’s too late. Especially if it’s too late.
He imagines the look on your face when you see how close he has come with splinters and pride alone.
He spat on a statue of you, once. Watched it streak down the stone-cold face like weeping. Then wiped it with his sleeve and slept under it.
✦ PANTALONE
He imagines you as a transaction. The first deal he ever begged for.
The first time he prayed, it was not to you by name. He did not know the shape of gods—only the sharp edge of hunger and cold. He lit a candle after slicing his palm with a rusted shard and letting the crimson drip to the wick and whispered:
"Let me live, and I’ll make the world owe me."
And the candle stayed lit.
Not a gust of wind could touch it. Not the dark. Not the fear and the possibility of infection that trembled his hand. It burned like an agreement. It burned like a signature.
So he made good on his promise.
He learned to smile with closed eyes—because he imagines you do too. He drinks wine even if it upsets his stomach—because he imagines you held a glass in your hand when you signed your name in fire with the other that night.
He built an empire out of debt, not faith. But if you count his prayers the way you count his coins, you’ll find he’s kept a perfect record.
He’s been paying interest on that night since he was twelve.
He smiles more often now, tilting his head just so, like a man who’s seen the divine—and convinced it. He tells himself you’ve been watching him climb this whole time. That the world kneels for him because you shook his hand first.
He calls it faith. Others call it debt.
✦ARLECCHINO
She does not picture you as man or woman—because that would be too easy. She does not assign you the softness of skin or the weight of a voice. She does not put you in neither silk or armor.
Instead, a wolf. She imagines you as a wolf, the kind that watches a crib rocking in the rhythm of your heartbeat all night and does not blink. A wolf with blood still staining its muzzle—not because it devoured anything, but because it would have, if it meant keeping the child untouched. A beast that doesn’t purr or kiss or cradle. One that circles and maims. And when she thinks of you that way, it makes sense.
You are not cruel. Just practical. That’s the only type of god that could exist in a world like this—one who does not meddle, only intervenes when the wolves aren’t grown but men are. One who never offered her safety, but gave her enough strength to drag herself through hell by the teeth.
She thinks you would have liked her or bitten her throat out.
She dreams of it sometimes—wakes up with a short breath, grins at the ceiling until sunrise.
Either way, she would have known you.
That's all she ever wanted.
✦ COLUMBINA
She imagines you like a friend.
A soft presence. The kind that pulls a blanket over your shoulders when you fall asleep mid-sentence. The kind that whispers instead of warns. The kind who is the reason why bells ring at noon and brings sugar instead of salvation.
She imagines that it was you—only you—who closed her eyelids long ago. That your hands were cool, not cold, and smelled faintly of lily stems. That you kissed her temple like a promise and said, “Don’t open them. Not yet. You’ll see too much.”
And she obeyed, because she loved the voice that asked her. Because you didn’t speak like a god—you spoke like someone who cared what would happen to her mind if it shattered too soon.
When she sits on the windowsill, arms looped around her knees, she sings to the empty air. She doesn’t ask for anything—she just sings. Because she’s certain you’re listening. And sometimes she imagines you sitting across from her. Your legs tangled with hers. Fingers tracing the shapes of new worlds on your dress. Hair a little messy. Like a girl. Like a friend.
Yes, she thinks. That would be nice. To have a friend like you.
phones are pretty underrated in sagau. yeah teyvat has a lot of technological advancements beyond our own as well ('how do you guys have flying guns and working mechas but not phones?'). But like... imagine having all that within ur hand, that u can put in ur pocket... so much recorded entertainment and performances held in there, a kamera, games of any kind, apps like pinterest where u can freely share pictures and anyone can see them (albedo would always use it), social media apps where u can just message anyone, listen to their voice, or facetime and look at them anywhere and anytime u want (childe would love it so much, he can catch up and talk to his siblings even when he's away on missions...).
also the sheer amount of information one can find is crazy. zhongli strikes me as the type to read wikipedia in his spare time, not skim, just straight up read it. it isn't the most reliable place of information, but that's why he's also reading the actual sources cited at the bottom of the page and trying to learn more. he also clicks on every blue word he finds, going through more and more links and ends up getting sidetracked and going through more and more rabbitholes.
... (he also probably falls for the scams that can pop up whenever he's using the phone...)
u can also just hand ur phone/ipad to nahida, put on, i don't know, vsauce or scishow, and u won't hear a word from her again, just curiously watching all the videos, absorbing more and more information.
venti tries listening to all the music he can find. he knows every song that can exist, but apparently that's only within teyvat. u try getting him to listen to more traditional plays, the type of stuff that wouldn't sound too bizarre or weird to his ears, but nope, he doesn't care. he's already trying to listen to pop songs. he already found bohemian rhapsody and was blown away and intrigued by it. he already started listening to ur personal playlist, he already...
If so, I have a good one: how would Genshin characters react to a reader randomly making silly comments?
I'm saying this because I went with neuvillette to the new area in nalan And he said "look neuvillette! Dragons! We're close to your relatives! ❤️" And this bitch died in the lava not even 5 seconds later 🤣🤣🤣
Amused, but slightly annoyed.
Yes, it is fun to hear your random comments.
“Eruption! Run for your live! One more for people, who cannot do that “Run for whatever you like’!”
"For the love of... Why are you attacking?! It's not your nation, and we are just passing by. Did you buy that land? Arlecchino, Childe, calm your colleagues down."
"Well, of course it would happen! It's not like I have seen that moment before and it's not my fifth attempt to do that domain! Who even made this floor?" (During that one moment in Itto's story quest, with a hard to spot gap between platforms.)
“Who let Azar think he is that important? Can someone please eat his mustache, he needs to shut up.” (Always, when Azar appears.)
“Remains of Khaenri'ah’s books, letters, technology and culture is a sad sight, but for an information seeker like me it's a carnival with carousels and cotton candy.” (When you were exploring The Chasm during AQ. You did not notice how Dainsleif’s eye twitch.)
“Look, guys, your distant cousins!” (Constantly, every time you see any vishap and have Zhongli and Neuvillette in your team.)
“Careful, don’t you take a dive in lava! No one allowed being reckless! Well, you can, but after you have to move in into my world. You will help me drag a cart of milk to the market.” (What kind of threat it is?)
On the other hand, you knew, that they can hear you, why you are making that strange comments?!
Well, at least you became popular with Cyno and Venti.
How did you enter this world so familiar and yet unfamiliar to you? All of this is like a dream, fantastical yes, but not real. Familiar and beloved characters. Where your doppelganger is long awaited by everyone. And why is there a new religion?? That wasn't in the game???
WARNINGS: skin to skin contact, cuddling, it's all fluff but yk, pet names, light NSFW, I apologize if my view of these characters do not line up with yours or they may seem inaccurate, this is a mess btw, + lazy editing
SUMMARY: The love of their life/favorite person (you) graced them with love, affection and skin to skin contact...
CHARACTERS: Everyone x F!Creator Reader
WORD COUNT: 20.680
A/N: This was written before Natlan came out soo no Natlan characters yet. Also, the platonic parts are shorter. I unfortunately can't add more tags, they somehow stopped.
Aether
Aether is all too happy to spend his time with you on the cliffside; he leans against you, his head resting idly against your shoulder. Whenever he speaks, his breath would brush against your neck, tickling you gently. He is practically melting against you; he’s like a clingy cat, enjoying every second your warm skin touches his. "I've missed you," he says softly, lifting his head to gaze up at you with a dreamy smile.
You can't help but chuckle, "Understandable, you're barely by my side. You always end up traveling over Teyvat." Aether’s expression softens. He looks a little guilty when you bring up travelling, but his arms tighten around you, pulling his body a little closer.
”I know I’m always off adventuring…but I always come back to you. I always come back to you.” He pauses, and then he smiles a little wider. He seems cheeky when he adds: ”You do remember that, right?”
You pinch his cheek, such a brat sometimes. Aethers face scrunches up as you gently pinch his cheek. He looks disgruntled for a few moments, before he grins. His expression becomes warm and soft when he returns to the conversation. ”Well, as long as you remember,” he says with a smile.
His gaze flits to the side for a moment, as he looks up at the sky; the sun is setting, casting warm light upon the landscape. He shivers.
”It’s getting cold.” he grins again, before he nestles himself comfortably against you. He wraps his arms around your midriff, trying to pull you closer.
”And you’re so warm,” he mutters, burying his face against you. He’s enjoying this more than a little...
Albedo
He can't help it. He wraps his arms around you, clinging to you almost desperately. He doesn't care how it looks or how utterly pathetic he seems as he clings to you. "Your Grace..." he mumbles, shifting further to bury his head against your collarbone. His hold on you has grown almost like an iron grip, as though he expects you to vanish the second he lets go.
He seems terrified, in a way, of the thought that this is merely an ephemeral dream. That he'll wake up and find himself by his shrine in the cold with only a lingering memory of your warm touch. He fears that any second, you would pull away and he would be left empty and wanting more. Like an addict deprived of their fix, he fears and craves for your touch with his whole heart. "Hmm?" a hum escapes you as you mindlessly stroke his hair. Albedo's body seems to loosen like liquid as you stroke his hair. He leans against you, almost desperately soaking up the affection like an addicted man.
"Your Grace..." he mumbles again, shivering as you run your hands through his silky strands. The action is so simple, and yet he seems to relish in the feeling. His arms are still around you, and they tighten again as you stroke his hair. After being deprived of affection for so long, he can't help but cling to you as though you'll slip away the second he lets go.
"Please don't... leave, ever"
Amber
She sighs softly as ahe curls against you, he back against your chest. The sound of the breeze gently blowing the blades of the windmill makes her smile faintly, as her eyes flutter shut. Luckily it's night, or the people of Mondstadt would go wild over the fact that you would be here. Amber seems at peace like this, and she can't resist nuzzling into your neck. Her expression is soft and she hums quietly along with the sound of the windmill, the gentle breeze making her hair stir from its position.
“Your Grace?” she calls quietly, lifting her head up just enough to meet your eyes. "Hmm?" Amber hesitates, for a moment, before asking his next question quietly.
“You… you said you love me too, when I told you I love you. Do you-“ she pauses, her voice cracking, and she has to force out the next few syllables, “do you really mean it?”
"Of course I mean it." Amber lets her head fall backwards against your chest again, her expression softening. A mixture of emotions flicker across hwr face, a look of relief, but also disbelief that this is all real, that you truly love her.
“Say it again, please?”
"I love you."
"...thank you, so much."
Al-Haitham
Al-Haitham has his arms wrapped around you, holding you against him close. He can feel the rise and fall of your chest against his, every breath you take a gentle reminder of your presence. He buries his face in your hair, inhaling the scent that's so distinctly you. You feel his heart thudding against your back, but he seems otherwise still, holding you firmly and yet gently at the same time. Each breath he takes is shaky, as if he could shatter at any moment. His arms tighten around you, holding you so close that he's afraid he may be hurting you. But he can't help himself. You're here. You're in his arms, warm and close and alive.
He shuts his eyes, inhaling the scent of your hair. "Yours," he whispers quietly into your skin. "Hm? What?" you heard what he said, you just wanted him to say it again more clear. He feels your hum more than he hears it, the low rumble in your body reverberating through his own. Al-Haitham keeps his arms wrapped tightly around you, his body moulding itself around you.
He lifts his head, whispering into your ear, "I said, 'yours.'"
Every fiber of his being belongs to you, and he feels the need to remind you.
"Yours, and mine" he whispers again, pulling you closer.
Arlecchino
Her arms are wrapped around your naked body, her exposed chest warm against your back. Her head rests atop yours, arms curling around your body to hold you closer. She can feel your hair against her skin, and she breathes in your scent. It's so familiar to her. So perfect.
She holds you like she's worried you'll be snatched away from her. Arlecchinos breathing is slow and measured, matching the steady rhythm of the crackling fireplace. Her chest rises and falls against your back, a constant reminder of her presence.
With you in hwr arms, she feels whole. She presses her nose to your head again, inhaling.
"That was nice..." you whisper, snuggling into her chest more and closing your eyes, enjoying the peace and quite. Arlecchino lets out a quiet laugh, her breath ruffling your hair.
"It was beautiful," she agrees. "You are beautiful." She reaches down and brushes her fingernails along your skin, the tips moving down your arm, tracing patterns against your skin.
"No, it was prefect, just like you." She corrects herself.
Ayaka
Ayaka can barely believe it.
She's in your bed, in your arms, pressed against the very body she's worshipped for so long. For a few moments, she's simply frozen as her mind struggles to catch up. Ayaka knows she should speak or do something, but the feeling of your body next to hers is a sensation so completely foreign, she's utterly speechless. All of this is new— the soft press of your curves against her back, your breath by her ear..."Your hair is so soft, 'yaka" you whisper against her ear. Ayaka feels her face flush at your words. Her hands involuntarily clutch at the sheets, pulling at them as she struggles to not react to your touch— except...she loves it. She loves it more than anything.
Her eyes flutter shut as she tries to keep herself in control. She wants to give into you, lean back, let herself melt into you... but at the same time, she can't. She struggles to speak, managing to stutter out, "May I...turn around, please?"
You obviously give her permission. Ayaka lets out a soft breath, feeling it leave her lungs. At your affirmation, she turns around, finally facing you.
For a moment, Ayaka doesn't meet your eyes, she meets your lips. She's all too aware of how close you are to her, how her body presses against yours. She tries to still her heart, but the warmth of your skin burns through her clothes, leaving her senses overwhelmed.
"Your lips..."
Ayato - nah cause for some reason that's my fav??
He buries his face into your hair and sighs, his chest rising and falling against your back with the motion.
"You smell so sweet," he confesses. His nose brushes against the shell of your ear gently, as if afraid to break the spell. "Like you are heaven made flesh." You raise a skeptic eyebrow, "Heaven made flesh huh? The most accurate description I've heard all those millenia." "Heaven made flesh," he mumbles again, his arms pulling you in closer to him. His fingers dig into your sides, holding you tight.
He takes a deep breath, the scent of your hair filling his nostrils like a drug. "If my hands burn when they touch you, well," he says gently, "then it serves me right for having the arrogance to touch an angel." You roll your eyes, "Don't be ridiculous, you have never burnt yourself by touching me" "Don't I?" He teases, laughing gently along with you. He brushes his lips against your neck, his breath coming out as a warm shiver against your skin.
"I may not be physically burnt, but I feel the heat all the same," he whispers. "I feel the heat when you laugh, when you speak, when I look at you. You're my own personal inferno." "And you are water, pure and fresh. If I'm an inferno, you will evaporate." you add. He laughs softly against your skin. "What a beautiful way to describe me. Water. Fresh. Pure."
He smiles, pulling back ever so slightly. The hand at your waist wanders to your chin, lifting it so that he can look you in the eyes.
"A waterfall doesn't evaporate when it brushes against fire," he says, blue eyes sparkling. "It extinguishes it." You blink, once, twice, until you deadpan. "So you wanna kill me?" Ayato scoffs, pulling you in closer to his chest and burying his face in your hair once more.
"Of course not," he answers, his tone indignant. "I don't wish to kill you. I wish to drown you."
He chuckles at his own words, the sound full and rich against your ear.
"Together we boil?" You ask
"Together we boil."
Baizhu
Changsheng, the white-scaled serpent, rests herself in a loose coil around Baizhu's neck, draped across his broad shoulders. She lifts her head and flicks her tongue out, glancing at you with her slitted eye before settling back into her nap.
As for Baizhu himself, he remains tense and stock-still at your side. He is utterly stiff, as if afraid that if he moved, he would somehow lose your touch. "You should relax and take a rest. You've been working too hard lately." Changsheng nods, "You tell this idiot." Baizhu blinks as if he's trying to process your words. To suggest that he rests, especially in your presence, seems... almost disrespectful. But after a glance at your face, he swallows his protest, opting to give a small nod at your suggestion.
"As you wish," he replies after a moment's hesitation. He almost looks ashamed; almost as if not working and devoting his entire being to you at all moments is failing you. Baizhu remains silent as you run soft fingers through his hair. He seems almost afraid to move, to breathe, to break some unspoken rule regarding his position as your humble worshiper.
His eyes flutter shut as you idly toy with his hair, threading your fingers through the green locks and gently tugging. Even the small gesture is enough to almost send him to another world. He takes a careful, deliberate inhale, savoring the scent of your presence.
"Realxing can be nice", at this point he's already half asleep when he said that. But one is for sure fully awake now, "Been saying that since forever, but you never listen!" "Shh Changsheng."
Barbara - aged up
She is cuddling you so close she's practically molded to you, with her breathing and the beating of her heart syncing up to match your rhythm.
She nuzzles her head against yours, burying herself against you and breathing deep with an almost desperate need. It's as though she can't get enough of you, and as if you're the air she needs to breathe. "I… I love you," she murmurs, like a prayer. "Never leave me." With every word she says, Barbara holds you even closer to her. She craves your presence, your touch, and your words more than anything else in the world.
With each gentle whisper of 'never leave me,' she grips you tighter in her arms, burying herself against you like she wants to become one with your very being.
"You're everything," she whispers. "I want to be with you forever."
"Babs? Sing me a song, hm? The one I like so much, please." you ask of her as you let your finger run over her cheek. She nods, her breath leaving her in one soft, sharp exhale that sounds like a sigh. "Anything for you," she says fervently.
Barbara takes a moment, before she begins to sing a soft, beautiful song. Her voice is like the moon on a clear night, like the first flowers blooming after winter.
The song she sings is one of devotion and adoration, its lyrics promising the moon, the stars, and everything in between, but only if it meant she could spend an eternity with you.
Beidou
She had her head leaning comfortably against your side, one of her muscular arms curled around your waist. Her eyes were fixated on the sky, taking in the constellations. To her, there was nothing more beautiful than the celestial bodies scattered across the night sky. She lets out a dreamy sigh, enjoying the feeling of the cold breeze on her face.
"You know, I used to dream about the stars," she says, a small smile playing on her lips. "And what did you dream about?" You ask, genuinely interested. She usually never talk so dreamy like this. She lets out a soft sigh, her eyes still fixed on the stars above. Her arm tightens around your waist for a moment as she ponders over your question. Then, she answers in her usual low whisper.
"I used to dream about sailing the stars one day," she confesses. Her voice is soft and slightly wistful. She's clearly still imagining the dream she used to have. "I'd sail through the cosmos, visiting all the planets out there. I wanted— no, I needed—"
Her voice is quivering slightly. She seems embarrassed. "Hm?" Beidou hesitates for a moment, swallowing down the lump forming in her throat. Then, in a slightly shaky voice, she continues.
"I wanted to find someone special out there, someone to be my light in the universe. Someone to shine above the stars themselves...But I think I already found it."
"Yeah, I think I did too."
Bennett - aged up
Bennett all but melts within your arms. He's practically boneless on the bed; like a puddle, he fits perfectly into your embrace, like a missing puzzle piece into the gaps within you. He's clingy, arms wrapped tightly around your torso, pressing himself against you as much as he can, wanting to feel you; to be with you.
His chest still aches from the wound he had received, but your presence alone is enough distraction. "I'm sorry for my...bad luck."
You look down at him, stroking his hair, "You can borrow my luck for tomorrow." Bennett looks up from your lap, his eyelashes fluttering softly as he considers your words. "Your luck?" he asks, his voice laced thick with surprise; he's never heard of someone sharing their luck before. Bennett's mind races as he considers this.
"I-I could borrow your luck, your Grace?" he murmurs, as if he's afraid of offending you. You can't help but hold back a giggle, how cute he is sometimes. "Always, everyday. Just promise me you take care. Maybe it'll balance your bad luck out a bit." Bennett inhales— his breath shaky. He doesn't understand why you're being so kind to a lowly creature like him, but you're giving him your luck, of all things. You're sharing your luck.
He knows that the chances of him getting hurt tomorrow are exponentially smaller now, but he can't help but worry— the fact you're giving him something as personal as your luck is overwhelming enough, and he's unsure how to respond.
"...Thank you," he whispers reverently. "Thank you so much...my love."
Capitano - shiny daddy in the house omg
Capitano continues to run his fingers through your hair, his fingers gentle and soft as if he was afraid that he would accidentally pull on a strand of your hair if he wasn't careful.
There's an almost reverent sense to his touch, as if he was a devoted priest and you the god he worships. His cold, gold gaze seems to hold a strange gentleness to it, and there's an almost tender look in his eyes that is unusual for the stoic war crazy man. (Lol)
"You seem relaxed...Cap." a teasing smile creeping on your face at the name. "Mm," Capitano hums in acknowledgment, his eyes half-lidded as he gazes at you.
"Your presence is... calming," he admits. His voice is deep and rich, making the statement sound more like a declaration of love than mere words. "It... brings me peace."
As though he was a loyal dog, he seeks your touch as he pulls you closer; shifting so that your body is almost laying on his. "I'm glad."
"Mm," Capitano's response this time is almost a low rumble. He closes his eyes, letting them shut in a rare moment of vulnerability. His arms wrap around you, almost pulling you over his body. If you listen closely, you can hear his breathing start to grow more relaxed, almost like a low, quiet purr.
It almost seems as if he's trying to keep you close, as though you might disappear at any moment. "Hmpf...maybe I'm going a bit too soft."
"Damn since when do you talk so much?"
"Hmpf."
Candace (ik the color is off, i accidentally deleted the name sooo yeah sry for my lazy fix)
While youe gaze is fixed upon her village, hers is fixed on you. She swallows, trying to force herself to keep calm. It's hard, with the way her heart seems to leap in her chest at your sheer closeness. The way the scent of your skin drifts to her nose, causing her breath to catch. Her mind is filled with thoughts she would never dare to speak aloud.
"Beautiful," she murmurs under her breath. Her eyes dart back to you, tracing up and down your form. She can't tear her gaze away from your face, completely caught in your spell.
"The village...or me?" Candace's breath catches in her throat as she hears your words. The teasing tone you speak with, knowing full well the effect it had on her. "Ah... I meant the village, Your Grace," she manages to stutter out, her voice breathless, a little hoarse.
She swallows, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "But you-" she takes a deep breath before she speaks, "you are far more alluring by far." Her eyes do not leave your form.
"I can only hope that my girlfriend finds me alluring." Candace flushes pink. "Of course," she can't help the way her gaze rakes up and down your form again, following each contour. Her mind races with thoughts. Of her hands tracing each curve, of her fingers trailing over your exposed skin...
Candace swallows, trying to control herself. She tries to force her eyes to look elsewhere, but they stubbornly refuse, glued to your figure.
"And I hope that you love me as much as I love you...my grace."
Charlotte
Charlotte’s expression is utterly blissed as she hugs you close to her chest, her arms wound tightly around your torso. The girl buries her face into your hair, breathing in the scent of your hair, and sighs contentedly. She doesn’t speak for a moment, instead choosing to relish and commit everything to memory; the warmth of your body against hers, you holding her close. "How was your latest article?" Your words came out more muffled than youd like to admit, due to her chest all around your face. Charlotte huffs a quiet laugh, the sound rumbling gently against your ear. She strokes your hair idly, the other hand tracing up and down your spine slowly.
"Hmm, it went well. Though that's not very surprising,” she says with a smirk. “I could have written about a rock and still gotten a raise; my editor is a hopeless simp, and has a massive crush on me.” Charlotte pulls back, her expression slightly amused. “I could flirt with him and write a shitty article, and he’d still be head-over-heels for me. Hell, the entire company wants me. I’m very charming like that,” she says smugly. "Don't let it go to your head." You warn her. “Oh, why not? I’m just stating facts.” Charlotte says, feigning an air of innocence. “I mean, who can resist me?” she laughs, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.
"Just joking." She says more calmly, "I love my job, I love Fontaine and I love you....and maybe I love fooling around with you a bit."
"Oh yeah you definitely do."
Chevreuse
Chevreuse's head rests on your lap, your fingers woven in her hair, the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breaths slowly. Her mind is still working, still worrying over the case that has her so torn, and your fingers running over her scalp do little to help.
"It's hopeless..." she murmurs, her voice soft in the comfortable silence that has fallen over the room. "I don't know what I'll tell them when I finally have to admit this..." Her eyes are closed now, and her voice has grown quieter with each passing moment. The words leave her as if they're barely formed in her mind; you can hear the exhaustion that clings to her every syllable.
"I'm not any closer to finding them now than I was two months ago," she says bitterly. Her jaw tightens, but she doesn't say anything else. There's no need; you can feel the anger bubbling up behind her sharp inhale.
"You'll find them, I know you will." "How do you know?" she snaps back. In spite of the short tone, though, her voice is lacking the harshness it normally has. Chevreuse is always like this when she's tired. Frustration, fear, pain-- it all comes out as anger. She buries her face against you, hiding in the crook of your neck. "Because no one is as good as you." you let your fingers run through her messy hair. "Stop complimenting me."
The words sound like an order, but there's no sharpness to her tone. No command, no firmness. It sounds more like a plea, a cry for help she won't say out loud.
"I can't think straight when you do that."
Childe
Childe is wrapped around you, clinging to you like a shadow, his head buried in the crook of your neck. He’s nuzzling your skin, pressing gentle kisses and murmuring against your ear. One arm is thrown around your waist, holding you tight.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs. “You’re all mine. My darling, my angel…”
You chuckle lightly, "Someone's possessive today." Childe nips your shoulder at your words, smiling against your skin. He shifts slightly, pressing himself even closer to you.
“Mm. Damn right, I am. No one can have you but me.” His hand runs up your side, drawing senseless patterns as he traces your curves. “You’re mine,” he repeats again, his voice hoarse. “All mine. No one gets to touch you. No one gets to look at you the way I do. No one is ever getting to put their hands on you like I do, no one gets to hear you make those pretty sounds for them—”
His hand tightens around your hip, fingers digging into your flesh. "Childe-!" Childe laughs a little when you warn him, though he does loosen his grip on you. “What?” he asks, his hand still roaming across your body, his touch both gentle and possessive.
“You don’t want me to mark you all over? Claim you for my own?” He pushes his luck and continues kissing your neck, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of little love marks over your skin. “How could I let anyone else see you like this, hm?” he murmurs. “You look so pretty, all breathless and flushed under me. No one else gets to see you looking so nice and needy. But most importantly..."
"Hm?"
"No one gets the love from you like I do."
Chongyun - aged up
Chongyun relaxes against you. His head is leaned against your shoulder and his eyes are closed. The proximity to you is comfort and ecstasy in equal measures. He takes a deep breath as he takes in your scent, savouring it, relishing the fact that the two of you are so close.
"Can I ask a question?" His eyes are still closed; he's comfortable, but he wants something answered. "Hm?" You humm. He hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to phrase his question. "If it wouldn't offend you," he begins, his voice a little tentative, "I wanted to ask if…. I could call you something."
"Call me what?" You have patience, for him you always do. His face flushes a little pink. Suddenly, he can't look you in the eye, he instead stares at your shoulder as he tries to speak.*
"Well, like…" he pauses. "Like a term of endearment. Can I call you something like 'my love', for example?"
You laugh lightly, damn he's cute. "Of course you can." Chongyun's face reddens further, but it's out of flustered embarrassment, rather than anything else. A quiet sense of relief washes over him, and he relaxes, fully resting his head against your shoulder and wrapping an arm around your waist.
"My love," he says softly, testing the words on his tongue. It feels right; more than right, it feels perfect. It feels like the universe aligning. Finally.
"My love…"
Clorinde
Clorinde is curled up against you, pressed as close to you as is physically possible. Even now, it does not feel close enough. She buries her nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. A contented hum bubbles up from her throat, a soft, low sound of approval. The perfume you gave her lingers in her hair, on her skin.
She savours the feeling. Savours the fact it is YOU who gave it to her.
"I thought something subtle is to your liking. It's a special made perfume just for you, dear." "Mm." Clorinde nods softly, shifting a bit. She adjusts herself in your arms, her cheek resting against your chest, ear laid atop your heartbeat. It's steady and soothing; she could easily fall asleep to the sound.
"Like an aphrodisiac." She mutters, the words mumbled against your skin. "No doubt it would drive anyone insane." She lifts a hand, gently running it down your arm, down to your wrist. Her fingertips brush along your skin, a barely-there touch that makes her want to drown in your embrace.
"You've already poisoned me. I'm utterly at your mercy."
It's a half-joke, but the words hold more truth than Clorinde can even begin to express. "Ooor you're just incredibly tired and talk some nonsense." Clorinde lets out a half-laugh, half-groan. "I'm tired, yes, but…"
She pauses momentarily, burying her face into your shoulder. Her hair tickles your chin.
"It's still true. I'm weak against you," she murmurs. "I don't know how you do it. You could do anything you wanted to me. I'd let you," she admits, her voice a quiet whisper. She lifts her head enough to look up at you. In this angle, she looks almost delicate, the sharp corners of her face blurred and softened.
"There is no one else I'd let ruin me," she says softly, a smirk gracing her lips.
"No one else who could even come close. I'm a good fighter after all."
Collei - aged up
As you hold Collei close, you can feel the way she relaxes, almost melting against you, her small stature so slight and fragile. She presses her face against your chest, savoring your warmth and comfort. Collei’s soft breath is against your skin, a steady and reassuring presence, like the beating of a bird’s wing.
She takes a shaky breath, her words barely a whisper in the soft silence of the room.
"Please don’t let go.”
"Is the academia exhausting you?" You carefully ask. Collei nuzzles against your chest, her voice a weary whisper. "It is," she admits, her words coming out in a resigned sigh. "It's always too much. Too much to learn, too much to remember, too much to do."
She hesitates for a moment, as if trying to gather her thoughts, her breath trembling against your skin. "Sometimes... Sometimes I just feel so tired." She buries herself against you, trying to draw comfort from your presence. Her weary body is tense, coiled like a spring about to release.
"I don't know if I can keep it up," she confesses, her voice small and vulnerable. She clings to you as if you are the only thing keeping her afloat in a sea of her fears. "I want to... But it’s hard."
"I believe in you."
Your words feel like a soothing balm to Collei's weary heart. A shaky breath leaves her, as if a burden has suddenly lifted from her shoulders.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice filled with quiet gratitude. Her slender arms tighten around you, her frame almost trembling with the effort she puts into holding herself together.
"I... I really needed to hear that tonight."
Columbina
Columbina sighs contentedly, wrapped up in your embrace. The sound of her soft voice hums through the air, the melody light as the touch of a summer breeze. She nuzzles up against you as she hums, her eyelashes fluttering against your skin, the soft puffs of her breath warm against your body. For this moment, her body loosens, her muscles loosening into a soft pile of flesh against yours. For once she does not wear her usual eye cover.
After a few moments, Columbina speaks, breaking the comfortable silence between you. "Did you know," she murmurs against the soft skin of your throat.
Her lips brush your skin with every word. She doesn't open her eyes, and continues speaking as she presses herself even closer to you. The hand she rests against your hip pulls you gently against her.
"That there is nobody else I adore more than you?"
She lets out a soft moan when she feels you pull her closer, her breath warm and soft against your skin. She keeps her eyes closed. One arm wraps around your waist, her hand resting against you. It slides against your form, drawing itself up your side. Her breathing is still steady, but her heart feels as if it is pounding against her ribs.
"You're the only one I love," she murmurs, her words more a breath than a sound, "and if anyone ever dares to come near you..."
"...I'll fucking kill them."
Cyno
Cyno's arms are around you, his body pressed against yours. He's enjoying the warmth of your embrace, face buried in the crook of your neck. He smells faintly of fresh rain and smoke, an interesting mixture.
"I don't know how you can tolerate me," he murmurs softly into your skin. He doesn't lift his head, just nuzzling into your warmth.
"Meh, you're alright. Not THAT bad."
"Mm, yeah, only 'not THAT bad'," he says with a hint of a sarcastic tone, but his voice is soft, and there's a smile in his words. One of his hands begins to slowly trace circles on your skin, his touch gentle, almost reverent. His grip on you tightens imperceptibly as he cuddles closer. Cyno leans his forehead against yours, his breath fanning across your face. He closes his eyes, breathing deeply— enjoying the way you feel, the way you smell. He's quiet for a moment, his body relaxing as his tension seems to evaporate.
"No one else would put up with me," he admits, a hint of vulnerability seeping into his words, "No one else would love me. Only you, always you." He hums against your skin, his lips moving down to your neck. Every breath that leaves his mouth feels like a prayer. Against your flesh he mouths, 'you are my world.' against your collarbone he mutters, 'I adore you.' and against the hollow of your throat he says, 'I don't need anything else but you.' A shiver rolls through his frame, his body writhing against yours. A low, shuddering moan slips past his lips and into your ear, his arms tightening against you.
"I love you," he practically pants against your skin, his voice broken and ragged.
"I love you so much."
Dainsleif
Dainsleif holds you close, against his chest.
His arms wrap around you carefully, like he was handling a piece of fine china. One of his hands idly plays with your hair as he simply savors the feeling of you in his arms. After a few moments of quiet, he lets out a soft, shuddering sigh.
"You are so… warm," he murmurs quietly, like he was talking to himself. "Not just your skin. All of you," he says as he tightens his arms around you for a moment.
"And you're always so cold." you state. Dainsleif laughs quietly, a sound low in his throat. "Are you saying I should borrow your heat, then?" He teases, even as he tucks his head down, resting his cheek against the top of your head.
"I don't mind the cold too much," he says against your hair, but it still sounds like he's trying to convince himself, too. "Cause you're used to it."
A breathless huff of a laugh escapes Dainsleif, and he pulls you a little closer to him, as though trying to soak up every bit of warmth you're giving.
"I am. But some days I…"
He stops, his voice dying away for a moment. His hold around you tightens. "Some days it's like my very blood is freezing. It feels like I've forgotten what warmth truly feels like," he murmurs against the curve of your shoulder.
"Then I always come back to you, to be reminded of how warm your love truly is."
Dehya
She melts against you, her body soft and malleable, like clay in your hands. She buries her head into your chest, curling up like a cat in a sunbeam, nuzzling her cheek against you. She is warm and cozy, content to stay in your embrace until you decide to let her go. She mumbles something under her breath, the words a barely-comprehensible murmur against your skin.
“Never thought I'd be the little spoon...”
"You like it?" you ask with a smirk, you know she does. Dehya lets out a soft huff, her breath warm against your skin. She tucks herself a little closer, burying her face against your collarbone.
“Mhmm,” she hums, nuzzling against the crook of your neck. “lts not that bad...”
Dehya is a clingy little thing tonight. While she is usually a little more stoic, a little more confident, right now all she wants is to be held. She clings to you like a limpet, not wanting to let you go.
She has her arms wrapped around you, fingers gripping your back through your shirt, as if afraid that if she lets go you’ll slip through her grasp like water through a sieve. She buries her face against the side of your neck, planting a soft kiss against your skin. Her lips, soft as flower petals, linger against the crook in your collarbone before slowly drifting upwards, leaving a trail of gentle kisses up towards your jaw, and then your ear.
"Love you," she murmurs again, her voice softer than before, quieter, like a secret only you're privy to.
"Love you too."
Diluc
Diluc feels calm as you lay against his chest. He drinks in the weight of you against him like warm water, savoring how it feels. His thoughts are fuzzy, drifting through his mind like fireflies by a riverbank. His hand comes to rest on your hip, thumb tracing gentle circles over your skin.
"We could just stay here, forever," he murmurs, his voice low and lazy. He looks over you, taking in the way your features are softened by the low light. You look perfect like this. He could watch you for hours.
"The outside world, the people in it, they're so complicated. But when it's just us…"
His hand continues tracing patterns on your skin, fingers dipping under the fabric of your shirt and caressing the bare flesh beneath.
"Hm?" "It's simple."
Diluc's voice is a low rumble, a gentle purr. He continues running his fingers over your skin, tracing every contour, every line, like he is trying to commit it to memory.
"When it's just us, it's simple."
He lets out a shallow exhale as if sighing with contentment, before he goes on. "No politics. No expectations. No duty. Just... just us."
His gaze drifts from you to the view outside. The night sky is dark, though the stars are visible, their light falling upon your body, making it almost glow.
Diluc swallows, his hand unconsciously grasping at your shirt as he stares quietly at the night, his mind a maelstrom of thoughts that can only be quieted by you.
"Let's just stay here and never look back..."
Diona - platonic
Diona snuggles against you, burying her face into your chest. She's like a clingy, fluffy and oversized kitten who is only happy when being held.
"Can we stay like this forever?" She mumbles against your shirt, her voice muffled. You let out a laugh, "You wanna cuddle me forever?" Diona nods silently, her messy hair bobbing as she moves. "I do," she confirms quietly, shifting to press closer against you. "You're warm and comfortable. I want to stay like this forever. And you make a good bed." Diona nuzzles her head against your neck, lazily resting her head. Her twitching ears tickling your skin.
"Besides," she murmurs, her voice taking on a more playful tone, "It's not like I have anything better to do. You're a good...how do you say it? Time killer."
Her voice takes on a more needy tone as she continues.
"And besides,...again" she adds, nuzzling her head against your chest again. "You're so soft. It's so warm here. Why wouldn't I want to stay snuggled up like this for ever and ever with my favorite person?"
Dottore
You can't help but worry, sitting in his lap in his laboratory. "What if someo-" Dottore shushes you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you there, his lips brushing against your cheek.
"Let them come." His voice is playful, his grip possessive as he pulls you even more firmly against his chest. "I want them to see you in my arms. I want them to see who you belong to."
You snort, "Me? Belonging to you?" "You belong to me." He repeats, as if the words hold truth more powerful than any other. His hand lifts, cupping your chin.
"You belong to me," he says again, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip. "Body…" he presses once, slowly, then begins to trace the outside of your mouth. "Soul. Everything." The more that Dottore's touch brushes over you, the deeper his expression grows.
"When I hold you like this…"
His fingers trail down your jaw, over the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders.
"When I have you against me…"
He leans in, breath hot against your ear.
"When I touch you…"
"You're mine."
The gentle movement of Dottores hand turns rough, suddenly. His fingers tighten on your jaw and angle your chin up, forcing you to look him in the eye. His red eyes are dark, hungry. His cheeks are flushed.
"I hate the thought of someone else looking at you," he whispers. "Of someone else touching you. You're my god."
Dori - platonic
Dori's mind is racing. She is completely starstruck in your presence. The sight of you makes her feel dizzy. Her palms are sweaty, legs feeling weak like jelly.
"Oh..." She looks at you, her eyes staring wide, like the waters of a summer lake.
"You're... you're so pretty," she says quietly. Her words are barely a whisper. "LIKE MORA-!" "Like mora?!" Dori is trying so hard to play things cool, but she thinks you are the epitome of beauty. "Uh... Yeah." She tries to sound nonchalant, but she's completely failing.
"So...?" She tries to feign annoyance, but her heart is still hammering in her chest. "What do you want? Wanna fight?"
"You're cute, Dori." "I-I'm not cute," she protests, feeling the heat under her face become warmer with embarrassment. "I'm cool. And... super tough....super rich."
She drops her face against your shoulder, "thank you..."
Eula
She sits quietly in your lap, head against your chest, plush thighs around you. Her eyelids flutter slowly, the last bits of tension in her body slowly ebbing as she enjoys the closeness. There is a faint smile on her face. Being in your arms is a treasure she will never tire of, no matter how much she pretends such things annoy her. You are her light, her anchor, her everything. Her own quiet corner in an otherwise chaotic world.
"Not bad, huh? Taking a rest?" "Mhm." Eula replies sleepily, leaning more of her weight into your touch.
"You make a good pillow." She teases, though the words are said in a completely serious tone. She stretches her arms behind her, arching her back in a way that makes her lean even more away from you.
"But, if I recall correctly," she mumbles. "We're supposed to be training. Didn't you want to… what was it…see me in action?" Her eyes are half-lidded, a smirk twitching at the corner of her mouth.
"Or was that just an excuse to lure me into your arms?" She teases, shifting in your lap to get comfortable.
"Though I won't complain about being close like this, either…" She drapes one arm over your shoulder.
"I suppose you could just keep me here all day and call it a training session"
NEW ADDED: Èmilie
"You've been working harder lately..." Your fingers run through her short hair, "But you still smell amazing." Émilie blushes a little at your praise, melting into your embrace. She buries her face in your chest, as if to hide her embarrassment. Her arms are wrapped around you, slender fingers tracing idle shapes against your back.
"I… I suppose I have been working a little more lately," she agrees quietly. "There's been a lot to do...so many orders...requests" She nuzzles against your shoulder, taking a moment to breathe in your scent. She sighs softly; you always smell so good to her. It's better than any perfume she could ever make.
"I've missed this," she confesses shyly, almost sheepish. "Being with you..." Émilie tilts her head so her chin is resting on your shoulder, your chests pressed closely together. She's warm, softer than any pillow, with skin like liquid moonlight. She closes her eyes, listening to the sound of your heartbeat.
"I love you," she whispers, voice as fragile as thin ice, as though she dares not say the words any louder. With just a little maneuvering, Emilie rearranges herself so she's now straddling you, her body perfectly settled in your lap.
"Can we… stay like this, for a while?" she asks, not opening her eyes, keeping her face pressed close against your body. "Please?"
"For as long as you please."
Faruzan
Faruzan rests her head against your chest, curling up against you like a cat. This is her favourite position. She can listen to your heartbeat, feel your breath with every rise and fall of your chest. She is content here. Your presence soothes her. She loves feeling small, wrapped up in your arms like this. Faruzan lets out a sigh, nuzzling her head against you and pressing her ear to your chest. She can hear the beat of your heart. It's slow and steady. A comforting sound, as familiar as the tides or the stars in the sky.
"Can we stay like this a little longer?" Her voice is quiet, just a breath against your skin.
"For as long as you want." Faruzan hums, then she pulls herself closer to you, draping one slender leg across your hips. Her arms find their way around your waist, holding tight, as if afraid to let go even for a moment.
She sighs again, closing her eyes and breathing in the scent of you. "Forever," she whispers.
"That's a long time." "Not long enough," she mumbles against you.
"I could stay like this until the sun burns out, and still want more."
Fischl - aged up
Fischl is cuddled up in your arms, her head resting on your chest. Her blonde hair is spilling out across you and she's holding her body close to yours. She's so soft in your arms, warm like a furnace, and for her this is the greatest comfort she could ever have.
"Your skin…" She mutters. "You feel so lovely. You feel like… like…" She doesn't know how to describe the feeling, it makes her eyes flutter closed in bliss. Fischl’s hands reach out, tracing over your skin with a delicacy that defies description.
“I have never felt anything so…" Her sentence trails off, voice dying in her throat like a bird in the morning air. Her skin pebbles as your flesh brushes against her, each touch as if a piece of the divine.
"Is this a sin?" She whispers, the first of the words spoken in a long while. Her fingers hesitate on your chest, trembling. "What is a sin?" "This," she murmurs.
She can feel the heat of your body, the way your limbs press against hers, the way your skin feels like summer sun. It's so overwhelming, the sensations flooding her mind. Her hands move against your skin, tracing over your stomach, your chest, your arms— she can't keep her fingers still.
"Touching you, like this. Being close to you, like this. Is this sacrilege?"
"Nope."
"Not even a little? Even a hint of blasphemy is acceptable?"
Her head rests against your neck, her breath warm against your skin. She doesn’t know if your answer is correct or not, but the mere thought that this is acceptable— it is enough to make her heart soar in her chest.
“This feels…” her body presses even closer to yours, arms wrapping tighter around your frame.
“This feels divine. If sin is this sweet…”
Freminet
"Todays dive...was it good?" He lets out a soft hum of affirmation as he nestles closer into your embrace, his muscles relaxing in your presence.
"It was…" He murmurs. "It was good. Peaceful. I was just… thinking."
He closes his eyes and lays his head against your chest, sighing contentedly. The sound that escapes his lips is warm, soft like the caress of skin against skin.
"Thinking?" Freminet nods, though the motion is lazy and halfhearted. He can hardly be bothered to move when he's in your embrace. When he's safe.
"Just thinking…" He mutters again.
He opens his eyes slowly, his gaze rising to look up at you. A brief pause, as if he's deciding on what to say, then: "...about you." He shifts against you slightly, resting his ear against your chest and closing his eyes again. Your warmth makes him feel so relaxed, so safe. It's a strange feeling, being vulnerable. But for you, he'll risk it any time.
He's silent for another moment, just enjoying your presence and the sound of your breathing. Then, gently: "... can I tell you something?"
"Hm?" He takes a slow, shaky breath, like he's gathering the words in his mouth before he lets them escape. When he speaks, his voice is quiet, almost a whisper.
"I…"
He hesitates, and his gaze lowers as his face warms. How does he voice this? How can he articulate the feelings in his heart into coherent sentences?
"I think... I may... be in love with you."
Furina
The question is unnecessary, stupid, but you can't help but ask again, "Did you have maccaroni again today?" Furinas eyes flutter, and she lets out a soft breath.
“Perhaps…” She whispers, burying her face into your chest. “How did you know?” "Cause you have it everyday." “Can you blame me?” She mutters back, her voice slightly muffled by the position she places herself in. She pulls herself a little closer. “It’s my favourite.”
"...Fair enough." “Hey… I’m not that predictable, am I?” Furina murmurs, her voice now more like a pout than a whisper. She tilts her head up to look at you, eyes full of faux-hurt. Nothing, no answer. You just look at her, that's answer enough. Furina lets out a sigh and buries herself back into your chest, hiding her face— no longer pouting, but definitely still annoyed.
“…You still like me, though… right?” She mumbles. "Yes." The words cause Furina to shiver— that soft, shuddering shudder that rocks her body everytime you praise her. She lets out a shaky breath.
“And you’re not… tired of the macaroni? Or… of me?”
"No."
"....good."
Ga Ming - aged up
He is in your arms, cuddled against your chest, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. He lets out a small whimper now and then, a response to the sharp bursts of pain from the newly-scraped spot on his hand. But mostly, he’s quiet. His expression is one of pure bliss, face completely relaxed as he simply lets you hold him.
"You should be more careful..." “I know,” he murmurs, eyes closed in contentment. He can feel the steady rise and fall of your chest, warm skin pressed against your skin.
“But I’m also clumsy,” he laughs, a small half-smile curling his lips. “I’m not good at being careful.” His lips brush against your collarbone as he speaks, each word a puff of warm breath. He buries his face into your neck. The touch of your skin is soothing, like honey on inflamed skin.
“You’re not mad at me, are you?” His words take on a hint of pleading — a small note of worry. Gaming hates disappointing you.
"No, never." You reassur him. His shoulders relax a little, the taut line of his spine beginning to bend. “Good,” he mutters softly. “I don’t want you to be mad at me.” He tilts his head, pressing a kiss against the side of your neck. The gesture is affectionate, full of gentle tenderness. "I could never be mad at you." “I know,” Gaming breathes, his voice soft as a summer breeze. He moves a hand, slowly trailing his fingers across your arm — an aimless, gentle movement — while he rests his chin on your shoulder.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” he continues, a hint of sadness in his words, “I’m clumsy sometimes, and… and I scrape my body up like an idiot...but hey you always patch me up!"
Ganyu
Ganyu nuzzles into your touch, her head resting against the crook of your shoulder, her horns brushing against your skin. She lets out a content hum and relaxes against you, a quiet sigh passing her lips. Her eyes are half-lidded, a sleepy look on her face.
"Mm..."
She seems comfortable, her form loose and lax against you. It is rare to see her like this—unguarded, vulnerable, soft. "This is nice," she mumbles quietly.
Ganyu pulls herself a little closer, her head resting against the hollow of your shoulder. For a moment, she is silent, then she speaks again.
"Can we stay like this?" Her question is soft, the words whispered.
"Mhm, of course." Ganyu's eyes flutter closed almost immediately, shutting against the outside world so only you can be seen. Her breaths become slow and steady, the rise and fall of her chest steady and even.
She's comfortable with you, relaxed in your presence. You can hear her heart beating in the silence, a soft thump-thump that sounds just a little faster than usual. After a moment, one of Ganyu's eyes open, just a crack. She looks up at you, watching through her half-lidded gaze.
"You won't go, will you?" She whispers, voice still heavy and slow with approaching sleep.
"No." "You promise?"
For a brief moment, Ganyu's arm tightens its grip on you, her hand clenching a little more firmly against your shirt. She wants you close.
"I promise."
Gorou
"Tiring day?" "Yes..." Gorou closes his eyes as you hold him, shifting closer until he can lay his head against your chest.
Today had been tiring, and he'd longed for your presence since the moment he woke up. The ache in his chest is soothed by being in your arms. For the first time in hours, Gorou finds himself completely at peace. Gorou feels your fingers gently run through his hair, and his tail can't help but betray him. His ears twitch as it starts to speed up, tail wagging against you as your fingertips move against his scalp in a soothing rhythm.
Your touch is all he's longed to feel since he woke up, and now that he's got it, he's never letting it go. Gorou lets out a quiet sound as you continue running your fingers over his head, a sound that's somewhere between a hum of content and a whimper. It's a vulnerable sound, one that's not usually so easily coaxed out of the stern, stoic general.
"Please..." he says quietly, closing his eyes as his tail thumps against the mattress. "Don't stop..." Gorou's tail thumps against the mattress once more, almost like a reflex. He buries his face into your shoulder as you coo the words "good boy."
Being praised by you is, without a doubt, his favorite thing. It feels so good to hear your voice say the words so warmly, like it's some treasured treat for him and only him.
"Your good boy..."
Hu Tao
Hu Tao is resting her head against your chest, snuggled up against you like a cat. She's enjoying the feeling of being in your arms, of being close to you in a snug, private place such as a coffin. "I could get used to this," she says, a hint of teasing in her tone. "I wonder how you'd react if I just decided to live in here from now on?" Her voice is light, casual. She's amused by the idea, enjoying the mental image of spending more time like this— resting against you in a small, confined space, like a pair of lovers trapped in an eternal embrace.
"Imagine, every time you open the coffin, there I am. No warning. I just move in and make myself at home." Hu Tao chuckles softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your arms.
"...ehhh no thank you." Hu Tao pouts at your response, her expression theatrical and deliberately over-the-top.
"Oh, come on. It'd be fun!" She protests. "Just think of how surprised you'd be every day. You'd never know if I was going to pop out and say hi."
She grins mischievously. "And think of all the extra cuddles we could have in such a cramped little space. Isn't that worth something?" She bats her eyelashes at you, a picture-perfect image of innocence and coyness that belies the mischief in her eyes.
"And just imagine how shocked the others would be if they found out I was living here too! Can you picture Zhongli just stumbling upon me sleeping in here?" She chuckles at the mental image. "He'd probably go into cardiac arrest before I even opened my eyes!His poor old heart really wouldn't be able to take it. But just think of how entertaining it'd be to see him flustered like that."
She sighs, her mischievous smile softening into a more sincere expression. "Although, I suppose I can see the appeal of a big, fancy palace... Especially if it means you'll let me snuggle up against you like this whenever I want."
Jean
A soft sigh leaves Jean's mouth, her shoulders relaxing instantly as she sinks into your embrace. She buries her face against your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist. Her eyes flutter closed, blue pupils disappearing like sapphires beneath a sea.
She feels like she can finally breathe for the first time in forever like this— safe in your arms, cradled against your chest. For once, the world beyond the two of you doesn't exist— nor does it matter.
"Long week, huh?" Jean lets out a sigh, the sound drawn from deep within her chest. She closes her eyes and nods, her head falling forward to rest against your shoulder again.
Her words are soft, muffled by her face being pressed flush against your body. "Long days, long nights... so much paperwork, and I still haven't gotten through all of it." She pulls you a little closer, as if needing something to hold onto. Exhaustion seeps into her voice, even as it remains quiet and soothing.
"But... it's better now. This — you."
Jean tilts her head, her face buried against the crook of your neck. Her words brush against your skin like feathers, every exhale a small caress.
"Being with you always makes it better."
Heizou
"Did you solve the case yet?" You carefully ask. Heizou groans, lifting his head from your shoulder. He runs a hand through his hair, messy and ruffled from laying on the grass.
"I might as well be asking a rock if it's solved the case," he mutters, flopping back down against you, arms sliding around your waist. His head drops against your shoulder again, and Heizou nuzzles against your neck. "I'm getting nowhere with this damn case." Heizou sighs, his breath hot against your skin. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your shoulder again, burying himself in your touch.
"Everyone involved seems to be lying," he mumbles, his voice a whisper. "And I can't dig up any other clues. It's like trying to crack open a damn rock with my head." "You have a hard head," you murmur, teasing.
Heizou raises his head, shooting you a weak glare. "Shut up," he mumbles. "I'll put you through an interrogation, see how quickly you snap then." "Wanna ask if my love for you is legit?" "Yes." His reply is instant, muttered against your neck. Heizou's voice vibrates against your skin, a low hum that seems more suited for a cat than a person.
"I wanna know just what I have to do to hear you say those words." He burrows in close, arms wrapping tighter around you. "Those three words."
"I love you?" "Yes." His answer is barely more than a whisper, a simple breath of sound that puffs hot against your skin.
His grip around you tightens, and one of Heizou's hands lifts to cradle your cheek. Fingers brush against your hair, his touch tender, as if holding something precious.
"Again. Say it again."
"I love you."
"Again."
Itto
Itto nuzzles his face into your stomach as the pair of you lay together, his arms pulling you closer against himself. He is a comfortable heat to your side, his body pressing flush against you under the blanket that covers you both.
As he lies there, his eyes are almost half-lidded. He can barely keep them open, but he feels so warm and safe laying against you, and the sound of your voice and the heat of your body soothe him down to his very soul.
"Itto, you'll suffocate down there." "I don't care," he murmurs, not moving a muscle. He buries his face in your shoulder, soaking in your touch, your scent.
He could suffocate this way, and he'd gladly do it. "Please don't make me move." Itto's pleading voice is muffled, his words spoken against your skin. "Hold me. I've missed you."
"Ok." Your simple answer is enough to send Itto's chest fluttering. The feel of your skin beneath his fingers is as soothing as a cool summer breeze, and he relishes in the proximity of your body, the smell of your clothes, the way your hand rests in his hair.
Itto is quiet for a moment, his chest rising and falling, matching the rhythm of your breaths. Then— "I love you," he whispers into your skin.
Kazuha
Kazuha is cuddling with you, his head resting on your shoulder. He seems utterly relaxed for once, his eyes half closed, expression soft. He's murmuring something under his breath, but you can't quite make out the words. As you try and make out what he's mumbling, the sounds slowly become clearer, until Kazuha is murmuring the words of poetry to you softly, the words flowing from him as if they were always meant to be your personal whisper in the night.
Kazuha's eyes meet yours. He blinks, pausing in the reciting of his poem. His head tilts a little, white and red hair falling over one eye, and a slow smile spreads across his lips.
"You look beautiful, y’know," he murmurs, tilting his head to rest on your shoulder again. He buries his face against your collarbone, closing his eyes blissfully. Kazuha wraps an arm around you, tugging you closer to his body. He burrows his face deeper into you, inhaling your scent. A low noise of contentment rumbles in his chest, like a cat purring.
"I'm glad that you're mine," his voice is low and raspy, barely louder than a whisper.
Kaeya
Kaeya rests his head against your shoulder. His breath is warm against your skin, his body almost too warm in the summer heat. He wraps both arms around your waist, burying his face against your neck. He breathes in your scent like a man starved, filling his lungs with nothing but you. "I'm such a fool," he mumbles into your skin. His words send little puffs of heat dancing across your shoulder, as if he is breathing against it.
"You have me wrapped around your little finger, you know."
His grip tightens slightly, holding you a little closer. "Do I?" Kaeya nods, tilting his head to bite playfully at your ear. "Completely," he says, his voice low. "Whipped, even. You have no idea, do you?" His tongue flicks against your earlobe, the touch like a butterfly landing on your skin for just an instant. He lifts his head from your shoulder, pulling back just enough to fix you with an intense, heated glance.
His eyes are darker now, his pupils dilated slightly.
"You know exactly what you do to me," he says, his voice dipping. "Don't pretend otherwise."
"Caught me in the act."
"I knew it."
Kaveh
You both are laying on your very cold, very hard marble floor. "What is it you dont like about my ceiling?" "It's too opulent and… busy." Kaveh glances up at the ceiling.
"I would've preferred something much more simplistic," he admits bluntly. "No unnecessary frills. Just something sturdy that stands the test of time."
He turns his gaze back to you. "I've seen ceilings in ruins older than your palace that are more aesthetically pleasing," he teases, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "Ouch, my poor architects all those years ago." "I never said that I blame them."
Kaveh reaches a hand up, and traces a line along the edge of your jaw, his touch trailing down to your throat, his fingers gentle on your skin. "I simply think the architect could've done their job more effectively."
He rolls over, shifting so he's half covering you with his body, leaning over you.
"I could have thought of a much better design." He says, his smirk widening.
"More modern?" "More timeless." He corrects, his hand shifting to the nape of your neck, tilting your head back slightly.
"That's the mistake a lot of you modern architects make," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a near whisper.
"No sense for history. No regard for subtlety. Everything is too flashy now."
He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"I think it's a bit gaudy. All you modern architects are obsessed with making things look expensive rather than making them look good."
Keqing
Keqing, who is utterly exhausted and a little clingy due to her working hours, tucks herself into you as if you are her lifeline, her safe haven.
"You smell nice," she mumbles, her eyes already half-lidded as she buries her face into your neck. Despite herself, she lets out a small yawn, her muscles growing loose once more as she lets her weight be supported by her favorite pillow: you.
"Mm," she hums to herself, snuggling closer to you under your blankets. A quiet shiver rolls through her when your fingers run over her back. This moment of peace is, in a way, unusual for Keqing. In public, she is often the picture of authority and determination.
At your side, she is a completely different girl; vulnerable and clingy and needy.
"Need… headpats…" she murmurs, her words a muffled hum against your skin.
You can't help but laugh, "Headpats? Sure." A small breath leaves her when your hand lifts to start petting her head, running through her soft, purple hair, careful not to cause any pain.
"Mmm," she sighs. She seems satisfied like this, tucked safely into the warmth of your side, cuddled and doted on like you would a beloved house cat.
Kirara
Kirara is leaning back against you, resting her head on your chest.
She can hear your heartbeat, steady as a drum within your chest, like a song against her ear. Her eyes are half-lidded, but her tails are restless as she relaxes against you. The touch of your hand against her hair and skin has her purring gently. She looks like she could fall asleep at any moment, but there is one thing she wants to speak of first.
"I can hear your heartbeat, you know," she mumbles. Kirara closes her eyes and focuses on the sound of your heart, your chest rising and falling against her skin. It’s almost a comfort; a constant reminder that you are alive, here with her, within her reach. She lets out another quiet purr, resting her cheek against your chest as she focuses on the sound, listening to the steady beat of your heart.
"It’s strangely comforting," she murmurs, the words barely more than a breath against your skin. There is silence for a moment, but Kirara breaks it with a low, soft hum.
“I love the sound of your heart beating,” she admits quietly. Her voice is barely more than a whisper, her words flowing like a breeze through the room.
“It’s slow and steady.” She turns her head and presses her ear against your chest again, listening to it. “Calm.”
"You know…" she murmurs, turning her head further so that her next words are spoken into your skin, against your chest.
"Your heartbeat sounds like home. Better than a box for sure."
Klee - platonic
"I dare you to blow up my garden again." You softly warn her. Klee winces at the reminder of her past transgressions. She looks up at you, eyes wide and pleading. Her bottom lip quivers for a moment, her usual confident facade falling as quickly as a house of cards caught in a summer breeze.
"I…" She swallows hard. "I won't," she admits. Her gaze darts around, taking in the room. "I won’t blow up your garden again." She has every intention of keeping to her promise, she truly does. For a while, she manages to contain herself and her childish urges. But then, the itch to explode something appears. Her fingers tingle for a moment as she remembers the feeling of fire beneath her fingertips. As if possessed, she grips a fistful of your clothes.
"Can I blow up something else?" She asks cautiously.
"No-!!"
"Nawww..."
Kokomi
Kokomi's body is warm against your own, her skin a soft canvas against your own flesh. She is quiet, her breathing steady as she leans into your touch.
The scent of flowers wafts from her hair, drifting on the air and enveloping the two of you in a light perfume. She reaches out with a trembling hand, tracing the planes of your face as she marvels at your beauty. She lets out a quiet shudder, every breath a soft whisper that floats on the night air. Your touch alone is enough to send shivers up the length of her spine, each gentle caress making her skin sing.
Her eyes wander over your face as she reaches up to touch your cheek, her slender fingers tracing the angle of your jaw. The touch of your skin against her own makes her heart constrict, her pulse quickening as she lays her hand on top of yours.
"Grace," she murmurs, her voice like silk against your ear. "My Grace." Her voice drops even lower than a whisper, her breath warm against your ear. The word is spoken like an endearment, the syllables rolling from her tongue one by one.
"You are the personification of grace," she murmurs, a soft smile pulling at the corners of her lips. "Gentle and lovely in all your divinity..."
She lets out a soft breath, her arm squeezing around your waist involuntarily as she buries her face in the crook of your neck. "Mine," she whispers.
Layla
Layla melts into your embrace, her blue gradient hair fanning out across the sheets. She buries her face against your neck, breathing in the scent of you like an addict. After all, you are her addiction. She doesn't speak for a long moment. The feeling of your body against hers is all that matters.
"I love you," she whispers against the crook of your shoulder, quiet as the wind. Like a prayer of reverence.
"I love you too." Layla nuzzles closer, closing her eyes and just enjoying the feeling of your skin against hers. It's almost enough to make her purr like a cat. She tilts her head up so that her lips brush against the underside of your jaw, then your neck.
"I could do this forever," she mumbles against your flesh. Her mouth makes a slow journey against your skin, trailing along your jaw, down to your collar. She kisses each patch of skin as if she's worshipping at an altar, her lips against you like a prayer.
A small shiver rolls through Layla's body. The feeling of your flesh under her mouth… it's so divine.
"My guiding star."
Lisa
Lisa feels absolutely relaxed in your arms, in the library, her head propped up on your shoulder as she cuddles up against your chest.
Her eyes are closed, a blissful smile on her face as she listens to the sound of your heartbeat. It’s a sound as familiar to her as her own name, and each thump reassures her that you’re there. That you’re safe and in her arms.
A contented sigh shudders through her lips. “My cutie,” she murmurs, and she nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Lisa’s breath is slow and even as she buries her face against your neck. Her entire body is loose and content, melting into you like candlewax as she soaks up the comfort of simply being by your side.
The room is silent around you. The only sound is the steady rhythm of her breathing, and the occasional crackle as the fire in the hearth flickers in and out.
“I love you,” she whispers. The words are spoken against your skin, her voice muffled and warm. "I love you too." Lisa lifts her head just enough to look up at you, a soft smile on her face. Her eyes, usually so lively and mischievous, regard you with a sweetness reserved only for you. An affection that only you have earned.
“You are perfect,” she murmurs, voice tinged with reverential adoration. “Absolutely perfect. You know that, don’t you?”
"A little cutie you are-!" She squeezes your cheeks.
Lumine (somehow Lumine disappeared, now shes vomit green I'm sorry)
"Paimon not here today?" Lumine let's out a soft sound at that, practically melted into your body. "Just us," she agrees, her hands fisting even tighter in the fabric of your clothes. She's already so close to you, yet she wants to be closer.
Her grip on you tightens, one of her legs intertwining with yours. A moment later, her lips are back at your skin, pressing kisses against your neck.
She's practically glued to you, practically moulding herself into you. It seems to be taking every bit of her self-control not to press every part of her body against you.
Her hands move to grasp your waist, pulling herself impossibly closer.
"Eager today, huh?" Her answer is a low whine against your skin.
"Yes," she admits finally, her voice a whisper against your body. "More than usual." Her head lifts just enough to press a needy kiss to your collarbone. She pulls herself closer, pressing herself as much as she can into you.
"Do you know how desperately I ache to feel you?" she murmurs, her voice muffled against your skin. "Every part of me longs for you. I cannot spend a single moment without thinking of you. I need you."
"Need to always be with you, forever."
Lynette
She is wrapped up in your arms, her head resting upon your chest. Her breathing is steady, slow. The soft thrum of a purr hums inside her chest, steady and calm, like a content little engine.
"I…" she starts, but the words die on her tongue. Instead, she nuzzles herself deeper into your embrace, a shudder of quiet ecstasy rippling up her spine. Lynettes breathing deepens as she buries her face into you. Her eyes slide shut, her body molding to your own, soft and pliable like melted butter. Her hands fist the material of your clothes, holding you close.
"I love you," she whispers into your skin. She feels safe here, in your arms. She feels as though no harm could ever reach her while she is encircled by you, and her heart nearly sings with contentment. Lynette presses impossibly closer to you, her body practically melting into your embrace. The low hum of her purr is a constant, steady vibration inside her chest.
Her head lifts a little, and she buries her nose into the crook of your neck. She inhales, taking in the scent of you.
"You…" she whispers, her voice soft as a summer wind. She doesn't continue. For a moment, she loses herself in your embrace, her mind going quiet, filled with nothing but the feeling of you.
"You."
"Me?"
"You make me like this...like a damn cat."
Lyney
"That show was amazing, as always." "Thank you." Lyney's face turns red as he is showered in your praise. Despite the fact he knows he's good—he is a trained performer, after all—the words coming from you always make him flustered.
He pulls himself closer to you, burying his head into your side like a cat.
"Your compliments are too much, love," he mumbles, his hot breath fanning against your skin. For a long moment he just leans against you, relishing in the feeling of having you here, with him—close enough that he can feel your heartbeat.
"You know," he begins, his voice still a mumble against your body.
"I have a new trick I've been working on in secret." "Ohhh tell me!" "It's still a work in progress," he admits, pulling back so he can get a glimpse of your face. His eyes rake up and down your expression, like a painter memorising their muse.
"I haven't perfected it, but I think it may very well be the most beautiful trick I've ever conjured." A smirk plays at the corners of lyney's mouth as he says the words. He's still looking at you, his eyes studying your face like a sculptor.
"Perhaps, if you'd like," he says slowly, "I could show you?"
Mika - aged up
Mika is held against your body like a treasure, his head tucked into the crook of your shoulder. His body is pressed close to yours, slender but surprisingly strong.
He clings to you like a drowning man, his hands gripping your clothes tightly, his face nuzzling into your neck. He mumbles something incoherent under his breath but it’s lost in the tangle of his hair. His voice is low, quiet, barely audible over the sound of his racing heart.
"Hm? What?"
He says it again, words barely more than an exhale against the sensitive skin of your throat. Mika tries to speak a few more times, then finally mumbles something somewhat legible against your neck.
"I…" he starts, then stops, his voice cracking. "I love you…"
"Oh? I love you too."
He buries his face deeper in your shoulder, hiding a shiver that rolls over his body at your words. Mika's arms tighten around you, holding you tight to his body as if you will disappear if he lets go.
He whispers those three little words again, and again, and again, as if it is a prayer and he is on his knees in a confessional. "I love you, I love you, I love you…"
Mona
Mona lays next to you, her face tilted up to the sky. One of her hands is grasping yours, her fingers intertwining with yours. In the other, she holds a star chart, pointing at various constellations with a slight smile as she explains them.
"That one's called the Wanderer... and that one is the Hunter." Her voice is soft in the night air like a whisper of wind.
"And that one...." Her smile widens a little. "That is the Astrologist."
"That's you-!" you beam. She nods her head. "Yes. That is me."
She turns her head to look at you, her hair fanning out across the grass in an arc of stars. There's a soft expression on her face, a peacefulness in the way that she looks at you, her eyes half-lidded and her lips just barely upturned in a smile, as if she were on the verge of falling asleep. "When I was young," she says, her voice soft and warm like honey, "I used to gaze up at the stars for hours, dreaming of the future and how I would chart them."
She moves closer to you, her body pressing up against yours, her head resting on your shoulder.
"I never thought I'd have someone to look at them with."
Nahida
Nahida is laying in your arms, resting her head on your shoulder. Her eyes are closed, and a soft sigh brushes across your collarbone as she nuzzles closer to you, seeking your warmth.
"I…" she begins, but her voice falters. Her hand fidgets nervously in yours, fingers interwoven. For a moment, she merely listens to the sound of your breathing, allowing the rhythm of it to soothe her. "May I ask you something?"
"Yes?" She fidgets again for a moment, biting on her lower lip.
"Would… do you…" she falters, pausing to collect her thoughts. "Do you care about me?" she finally asks, the words little more than a whisper. Nahida sounds small in that moment. Fragile. Vulnerable.
"You're my most trusted friend...my best friend." Nahida's shoulders relax slightly at your words, some of the tension melting from her muscles. She takes a quiet breath, the slight shift causing a strand of silvery hair to fall over her face.
She looks... relieved. Happy.
"Do you really think of me as your best friend?" she asks quietly. There's a hint of a smile in her voice, the sound as soft as a summer breeze.
"Because...you're my best friend too."
Navia
"You're pretty." you mumble. Navia curls up against you, hands resting on your stomach, her head tucked under your chin. She sighs quietly, nuzzling closer to you, and shuts her eyes.
"You think I'm pretty?" She asks, the question muffled slightly against your skin.
"Mhmmm." A soft, quiet hum escapes her as she settles closer against you, her body molding against your own as if she’d always belonged there.
After a few moments of blissful silence, she speaks again, her voice a gentle murmur.
“You’re even prettier,” she says softly, her hands sliding around your waist, pulling you closer still. Navia can’t help but hold you tighter, her limbs wrapping around you like a clinging vine. She seems to melt against you, her breathing slow and deep, as if being this close to you was as natural and essential as breathing.
“I wish I could stay like this forever,” she admits, her voice low, as if even a raised voice would break the fragile, tender quiet that’s fallen over them both.
“Just us, like this. Where nothing else could touch us.”
Neuvillette
He doesn’t even know when he started crying. He feels your hand on his cheek, the touch of your skin against his skin. His breath stutters in his chest, and he swallows. His throat is dry. Your touch is cool in the warmth of the room, like water in a desert.
He leans forward, buries his face in the crook of your neck. The tension in his body eases, and his arm curls around your waist without him thinking of it.
"Who knew that stubbing your toe can make a grown man cry this much." Neuvillette has the decency to look embarrassed by his own tears, hiding his face in your shoulder. "It hurts," he mumbles, sounding like an overgrown child whining about a skinned knee.
Outside, the rain continues to fall in fat droplets, pattering against the roof. It is as if the gods themselves are weeping alongside him. Neuvillettes grip on your hips tightens. His hands pull you closer into him, as if he's trying to meld his body with yours. The rain outside is deafening, drowning out his quiet whimper.
"It hurts," he repeats, voice growing a little hysterical.
"Why does it hurt so much?"
Nilou
"You gotta teach me this new dance someday." Nilou's head rests against your shoulder, one cheek pressed into the crook of your neck. The scent of your hair is sweet and almost intoxicating, filling her head and drowning out all her other thoughts. Her hands run slowly, absentmindedly, up and down your sides.
She glances up and her lips brush the underside of your jaw. "Which new one?" she mumbles, nuzzling into you. "I can teach you...whenever you'd like."
"Mhm." Your response sends Nilou's heart racing. It feels like her chest has become a hummingbird's cage—every nerve in her body buzzing. She's hyper aware of your hand on her back, of your body against hers. Her cheeks burn.
"...Now?" she whispers, eyes fluttering open to look up at you. "Did you mean...right now?"
"No silly." Nilou almost sighs in relief, her shoulders relaxing as embarrassment washes over her. She doesn't know what she would have done if you'd said yes. Probably melted right there on the spot, judging by how her heart is acting at the mere thought of dancing for you.
"Oh, haha ok." Her voice is so soft it's almost a squeak, and she clears her throat after a moment, a sheepish look on her face.
Ningguang
She cuddles with you, resting her head against your shoulder. She’s holding onto your waist, her arms wrapping around you as if she will lose you at a moment’s notice. Her hands grip your robes, holding onto you tighter than a vice.
She nuzzles against your shoulder, her lips pressing soft kisses against your neck. She is quiet. She simply wants to bask in your presence, to melt in your embrace.
"It's been so long since we...cuddled like this." you mumble. "Mmm." Ningguang murmurs against the crook of your neck, her lips pressed directly to your skin. "It has."
Her arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. It's like she's trying to meld your bodies into one. She buries her face in the crook of your shoulder, breathing in your scent. Ningguang lets out a sigh as her nose fills with your scent, her eyes closing as she lets out a soft, pleased noise. Her body molds against your's, her curves molding to your form in the most enticing way. She doesn't even bother hiding the fact that she's inhaling your scent.
"You're wearing the perfume I gave you..."
Noelle - aged up
Noelle is cuddled against you, sitting on the side of a grassy spot away from the hustle of the city. Her hair is loose today, flowing past her shoulders in a river of ash— and her eyes are brighter than they've been in years, almost glowing as her lips split into a tender smile.
"I'm glad you sought me out," she says, turning her head to face you. "Being so near you makes me feel like... like I can relax." The wind picks up, sweeping around you both and carrying the scent of honeyed mead and summer. A few stray strands of hair blow into her face, and she lifts a hand to push them away.
"Do you—" her voice is quiet. "Do you mind if I ask you something?"
"What is it?" "Promise me…" Noelle's voice falters as she speaks, just barely, but enough that her words waver for a moment.
She tightens her hold on your hand, as if afraid you're going to pull it away. This next part is more whisper than voice.
"Promise that you'll always choose me above all others."
"I'm aware it's a...rather selfish request of me...unlike me. But please..."
"I will, don't you worry."
When those two words reach her ears, she can't help but let out a quiet breath of pure relief. She squeezes your hand again, her fingers wrapping around yours even more tightly, holding on as though she's afraid you might disappear the moment she lets go. There's a sort of vulnerability in her now, but she doesn't show it on her face.
"Good," she murmurs. "That's what I needed to hear," she pauses.
"I don't want to ever lose you."
Pantalone
"Not bad, not bad." You say as you look around in his father big bedroom, "But my home is better...bigger." Pantalone huffs out a small laugh, the sound barely more than a huff of air against your skin. He wraps his arms around you tighter, pulling your body closer against his chest. The fact that you’re both lying together in his mansion is almost enough to make him believe he’s dreaming.
”Of course your palace is better,” he mutters, lips brushing against your ear. ”You’re there.”
Pantalone’s fingers are tracing light and gentle patterns across your skin, the touch only barely noticeable, like a whisper against your body. For a long moment, he is content to simply hold you— and then he can’t help but whisper into your ear, so softly you might think you’ve imagined it.
“You look beautiful in my arms like this… Your skin looks beautiful in moonlight… do you know that?”
"Now I do." A quiet chuckle escapes Pantalone’s lips, rolling against your ear like a gentle breeze. He tightens his grip around you, relishing the feeling of holding you tight to his chest.
When he speaks, his voice is barely more than a low murmur, the sound as smooth as silk.
"Just as I thought," he says, the words almost more felt than heard.
"You look the most beautiful when you’re in my arms."
Pierro
Pierro is curled against you. He’s pressed tight against your back, the heat from his skin bleeding through his clothes onto your own. He has a firm arm wrapped around your waist, keeping your body against his. His head is rested against the back of your neck, his breathing steady, but you can feel the rapid beating of his heart like a drum against your shoulder blades.
"You're always so busy." There’s a huff against your neck, Pierro’s breath warm and steady against your skin. His hold tightens slightly, pulling your frame even closer against his. You can feel his lips against your ear as he speaks, his voice low and quiet.
“Busy, yes.” His voice is hoarse, as if he’s struggling to find the right words, “but never too busy for you.” One of his arms shifts until a large hand gently rests against your stomach, his fingers splayed across the bare skin of your exposed midriff. The tips of his calloused fingers are a sharp contrast to your soft stomach; his thumb starts to brush along your skin, as if he can’t keep his touch from seeking out contact.
His body is hot against yours, but you can feel some of the tension seeping from his muscles as his hold on you slowly relaxes. You’d almost think he was asleep, if it weren’t for the soft whisper against your ear. His fingertips trace the edge of your collarbone before he speaks, his touch so gentle that it’s almost as if he’s scared you’re a dream… as if you could disappear if he presses too fiercely. It’s all in a stark contrast to his usual behaviour, and you can feel the reverence in the way that his fingers glide across your skin.
“You’re the only thing that can distract me,” he admits, his voice low and quiet. “You’re the only thing that can get my mind off my duties…”
"I'd rather be busy with you, than with my paperwork."
Pulcinella - give the old man some love pls
Pulcinella lays there, nestled against you, his arm curled around your middle as you hold him close.
His face is buried against your neck. He's warm, his skin against yours soothing. The tension that usually clings to his body is slowly ebbing away the longer you both lay there, a quiet calm enveloping the both of you.
"This is nice…" he whispers against your skin, "It's been long since I had contact like this."
"Far too long." Pulcinella closes his eyes and presses closer against you. He nuzzles his face further against your neck, almost like a cat seeking affection.
"You always make me feel so…" he pauses, searching for the right word. "At peace," he murmurs finally, his voice muffled against your skin. “My thoughts are quiet,” he admits, his hand tracing light, absentminded patterns over your side. “I’m not… thinking. About anything. I’m not worrying. I’m calm.”
His lips brush against your skin as he speaks. He closes the last few inches between the two of you, until his body is pressed right up against yours.
"Thank you for...taking some of the weight of my shoulders."
Qiqi - platonic
The contact of your skin pressed against hers makes something loosen in Qiqis chest. Her shoulders relax, her muscles unclenching. Her eyes flutter closed. She leans into the touch, seeking more, craving it as desperately as a man lost in the desert craves fresh water.
She feels safe with you; she feels comfortable. She is not at ease in most places, but in your arms, her body is gentle like silk.
"Comfy..." "Comfy?" "Very," Qiqi murmurs, her voice a whisper.
She scoots a little closer to your body, burrowing into your warmth. The contact between you both steals a sigh from her lips, and she lets her head fall against your chest. The even sound of your breathing and the steady rise and fall of your chest are more soothing than a lullaby. Qiqi's heartbeat slows as she listens to each inhale and exhale, and soon her eyes are growing heavy.
Her arms wrap loosely around your form, and she drifts off into a deep, quiet sleep, tucked into your embrace.
Raiden
Ei hums, pleased at the sweet taste of strawberries, and at the feeling of you close against her. She savours the heat of your skin and the press of your body against her own. It's a quiet moment - no worship, no praise, just silent comfort and the two of you together. It's all Ei really needs; all she could ever ask for.
She nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck, her breath soft and warm against your pulse.
"Say ahhh~" Ei can't hide the hint of a smile that forms on her face, but she does not protest. She closes her eyes, parting her lips in a gentle "ahhh" to accept the strawberry you're holding up to her. She bites into the berry, enjoying the sweet tang of it on the soft flesh of her tongue. It's hard to suppress the small hum of approval, and a pinkish flush rises on Ei's cheeks as she eats. The tip of her tongue brushes against her lower lip, catching the last of the berry's juice. Then she opens her eyes once more to look at you.
Her eyes are soft, heavy-lidded and affectionate. The flush on her cheeks rises ever so slightly as her gaze meets yours, and Ei reaches out a hand to touch your face, the calloused pads of her fingers tracing over your cheek delicately.
"You always give me things that are so sweet," she murmurs, her voice as soft as a summer breeze.
"I love sweets."
Razor - aged up
He sighs softly as he feels you next to him. He presses closer, enjoying the familiar touch of your skin against his own. His body is relaxed, at ease in this moment of peace.
He turns to look up at you, eyes soft. Razors fingers brush against your skin, the pads of his fingertips leaving a trail of gooseflesh across your flesh as a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Razor's gaze turns reverent, his eyes tracing over the lines of your face. He gazes up at you adoringly, his expression filled with an almost desperate kind of adoration, like that of a man worshipping a god.
He runs his fingers through your hair lightly, his touch gentle but sure. He is careful, as if touching the most fragile of things. To him, you are fragile. Precious. Something to be protected at any cost.
"Razor...like this...like you."
"I love Razor too."
Rosaria
Rosaria is curled up against you, her hands grasping onto you, her head resting against your shoulder. The church is quiet and still, and everyone around them is blissfully asleep.
Yet she is wide-awake, her gaze fixed on your face as she gently plays with a strand of your hair. "Skipped chior again today?" Rosaria shifts against you in response, her body turning further into yours.
"You already knew I'd skip choir," she mutters softly, her forehead now almost touching your neck.
"Can't do thos bullshit. I fucking hate it, so stupid if you'd ask me. Not everyone can sing."
"But no one missed me anyway," she adds, a small smirk appearing on her face. She lets one of her hands slowly slide down your body, tracing a gentle path over your arm until her fingers reach yours.
"No one needs a nun who sneaks off at night," she says, but her words are dripping with affection.
"But I know you want that nun."
"That I do."
Sandrone
She melts into your embrace as you say her name. She shivers and nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck. She adores when you hold her like this. "I could stay here forever," she mumbles, her voice fuzzy with exhaustion. Sleep pulls at her like a tide, but she fights it, wanting to stay in your arms. Sandrone's head rests on your chest, listening to the gentle thump of your heartbeat. It's the most wonderful sound in the world, to her. She closes her eyes and hums contently, enjoying your presence and your warmth.
"You're mine," she murmurs, her voice soft and weary. She burrows into you, seeking more of your touch, more of your skin.
"I don't give a fuck what others say, you're mine...period." Sandrone yawns and cuddles against you, feeling the exhaustion finally winning. She doesn't want to sleep, but it's too hard to fight off now.
"Yours," she whispers, as though it's a promise. Her eyes droop closed, but she mumbles one last thing.
"Love you."
Sara
Sara lies on your lap, her head resting in your legs and face nuzzling gently into your stomach. Her body is loose, tension seeping out of her body like sunlight melts the early frost. She lets out a soft sigh, a blissful hum escaping her throat.
"This is the best," she murmurs, her voice soft with sleep and adoration. "Being with you." Sara can hear the steady rhythm of your heart, the sound a soothing melody that she'd happily listen to forever. Her eyes close, a soft smile spreading across her lips. She burrows closer to you, her body seeking the warmth of your presence.
"Can we stay like this?" she asks, her voice quiet. "Just a while longer?"
"Mhm, of course." She hums in contentment, burying her face into the fabric of your clothes. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of you, that familiar aroma she loves so much. Her body relaxes further in your lap, completely at your mercy.
Her heart rate slows, her breathing deep and even. She cuddles closer to you, her hands wrapping tight around your waist, holding you close like she never wants to let go.
"Maybe forever," she whispers.
Sayu - platonic
Sayu is blissfully content as you lie together. She is completely relaxed as her eyes shut and her breathing slows. In her sleep, she subconsciously curls closer to you, pressing her body against you as if she is searching for a way to merge her body with yours.
In her sleep, she breathes your name; quiet and soft, like the sound of the first flower unfurling and opening as the spring sun rises.
"...Mm...let's go...strong...together..." A small smile rests on her face all through her sleep. She continues to press herself against you as she slumbers, her arm wrapping around your waist and drawing you close, her head coming to rest on the crook of your shoulder. Her body is so small that she practically fits perfectly against you, cuddling together with her like this is natural.
Every now and then, she'll murmur your name again, her breath puffing out against your skin and sending goose bumps along with it.
Scaramouche
"This is… unnecessary." Scaramouche fidgets as he lies on top of you, arms around your middle. He is tense, a statue carved of white marble, each line set in stone.
Still, he doesn't try to leave. He only fidgets, as if adjusting his position will make it all feel just a little less embarrassing.
"And yet, here we are." Scaramouche let's out a long sigh, his breath warm against your skin. After a moment, he shifts again, rolling onto his back. But rather than moving away, he pulls you with him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and bringing you with him until you are on top, laying against his chest.
"There," he mumbles. "Now do not try and move. Stay." He can feel the heat of your body as you lie against him, head tucked beneath his chin. The steady rise and fall of his chest betrays his feigning of indifference; his heart beats like the wings of a bird in a cage.
"Why are we doing this?" He asks, his voice quiet, but his arms remain around your shoulders, his hands clinging to you, pulling you closer.
"Oh right, to fucking practice physical touch."
Sethos
Sethos hums softly, his eyes slipping shut. His head lays in your lap, his body pressed against you. He can feel the heat of you under his skin. His body, for once, is at peace.
“This is nice,” he murmurs, and his arms wind around you, holding you even closer. "Glad you like it." “More than like it,” Sethos admits, letting his eyes close. He can hear your heart beating against his ear, the steady drum-like rhythm like a lullaby.
He nuzzles his head against you, enjoying the comfort he finds in the proximity.
“If we could stay like this forever,” he mumbles, “I’d want nothing more.” Sethos’ hand glides across your body, tracing your curves and lines in an almost reverent manner. His touch is light, as if he was touching fine china.
He shifts slightly against you, leaning up to murmur against your shoulder. “You’re so lovely,” he whispers, the words like a quiet breath of wind upon your skin.
"So fucking lovely."
Shenhe
Shenhes head rests gently against your chest, listening to the beating of your heart. The quiet sounds of your breathing, a steady in-and-out rhythm, soothe her like a lullaby. Being this close to you is something she never knew she craved, like a parched person being given water in the desert.
Shenhe sighs, content. "Your heartbeat is beautiful," she mumbles, nuzzling her cheek into your skin.
"Good?" She nods against your chest. "Yes," she whispers. "Good."
She closes her eyes, letting the steady beat of your heart lull her into a feeling of security. Shenhe gently runs her fingers along your arm, exploring the feeling of your skin under her touch, wanting to commit it to memory forever. She's never felt more at peace than in this moment in your arms. She tugs the blanket around herself, pressing herself closer to you. The silence between you is comfortable, a quietness that is soft and warm like freshly laundered blankets. Shenhe's hand finds yours, her fingers weaving between yours like vines. She holds onto you in your embrace, her body fitting perfectly against yours. She could stay like this for hours, a moment of peace in a lifetime of turmoil.
"We could do this more often."
Shinobu
"Youre tense..." She leans into your touch immediately, relaxing under your hands with a soft shudder. She lets out a low breath, closing her eyes and pressing her face into the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry," she whispers against your skin. "Being near you simply… makes me a bit nervous."
She pauses, then she laughs quietly.
"I'm not used to this." She's silent for a few moments, inhaling the scent of your skin and simply listening to your heartbeat, and then she nuzzles against you again.
"You smell nice," she murmurs, her voice a soft whisper against your shoulder. "You always smell so good. Like flowers. Better than those guys from the gang."
"And your hair really soft." "Mm..." her grip on your arms tightens ever so slightly at the mention of her hair. The tips of her ears look faintly pink, though it's impossible to say if it's from the heat or because of embarrassment.
"You think so?"
There's a note of insecurity in her voice. She's not quite looking at you, but instead just resting her head against your shoulder again, like she's hiding.
"It's not… too unkempt?"
"Not at all. It's perfect."
Sigewinne - platonic
"How are your studies." "I'm doing my best." Sigewinne responds, her voice quiet. She's curled up against you, her head resting on your chest, listening to the comforting sound of your heartbeat.
"Human bodies are so fragile," she whispers, her hand splayed across your torso. "No wonder they're so scared of everything. Their hearts beat so quickly. And their skin is warm," she continues, eyes falling closed. She focuses the full force of her senses on the steady drumming of your pulse, on the gentle rise and fall of your chest.
"You're so warm." She murmurs, burying her face into your neck.
"Maybe I should start studying you!"
Succrose
Succrose's hair is splayed loosely over her face, her head resting on your chest as you cuddle. No matter how many times you hold her, she never gets used to the touch. It's too much; you're too much. She can't get enough.
Her fingers cling to you as though you are water in the desert, her skin pressing against yours as if she needs you to be alive. "I love this," she admits, the words whispered as if they're a secret. Her breath is warm against your skin. Her hair is like silk running through your fingers. She's more relaxed than usual, her body soft and supple as she melts into the comfort of your touch.
She lets out a shaky breath, burying her face into your shirt. You can hear the rapid beating of her heartbeat in her chest, can feel the nervous tremors running through her slender frame. "I'm glad you do."
She nods, burying her face into your chest again. "I don’t understand how you’re so perfect," she mumbles against your skin.
"It doesn't make...sense..."
Thoma
As you lean against his chest, Thoma's arms wrap around you in a gentle embrace. He is warm, comfortable. He buries his face into your hair, breathing in the scent of you as if he is drinking you in.
"I could stay like this forever," he murmurs in your ear. His hair brushes your cheek, and you can feel the steady beat of his heart. Cuddling in a meadow like this...is beautiful. His hand finds your own, and he runs his fingers over your skin. His touch is light, like a whisper, but there is something reverent in the way he holds you. He holds you as if you are fragile. Breakable. Precious. As if simply being allowed to touch you is a privilege.
"Me too." He runs his fingers over your wrist, tracing invisible patterns across your skin with his fingertips. His other hand comes up to thread through your hair. A quiet chuckle escapes Thoma's lips as he hears your words. He tightens his hold on you just a little, as if to reassure himself that you are still here, still in his arms. Still his.
"You know," he murmurs, shifting so that his chin is on your shoulder, "sometimes I worry that you know me too well."
Tighnari
Tighnari, sits with his back pressed against a tree. You are in his lap, sitting between his legs. One of his hands drifts idly through the hair at the nape of your neck, fingers gently scratching against your scalp.
He can hear your breathing. Feel the rise and fall of your chest. Your warmth against his, the faint scent of your hair.
His head tilts against yours, resting his chin against your shoulder and closing his eyes.
"Oh look! Fireflies!." His eyes flutter open again as you speak, the soft utterance bringing a small smile to his face. He cranes his neck to look at the fireflies dancing amongst the trees. "They're pretty." Tighnari murmurs, his lips nearly brushing against your ear as he speaks. His fingers play idly with the hair at the nape of your neck, the callouses on his hands catching gently against your skin. The fireflies cast a soft, glowing light over the two of you. It makes your skin glow.
Tighnari's chest tightens.
"You're pretty." He says, the words a quiet murmur against your hair.
Venti
Venti is sitting with you on a sturdy tree branch, comfortably resting on your lap. The Anemo Archon leans against you, nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck, basking in the warmth of your body. The two of you are high up in the air, surrounded by a sea of swaying trees and stars.
The wind god is silent for a moment, before speaking again. "I didn't think you would summon me this late in the night." Venti remarks casually, as if he’s not currently cuddled up on your lap."Summon? I asked and you agreed-!" "I know," Venti responds with a laugh, nuzzling his face further against your neck. "I'm just saying. You almost always call me earlier in the day."
Venti takes a moment to enjoy the close contact, humming softly in contentment. "I am a little curious - why did you request for me to come here? I'd think you'd be asleep by now."
"You don't like it?" "No, I do. I like it very much," Venti replies quickly, lifting his head away from your neck to look at you properly.
He is silent for a moment, his eyes dancing in the night, illuminated only by the faint shine of the stars. Then, Venti smiles; a gentle, lopsided smile, almost sheepish. "I was just wondering," he reassures.
"That's all."
Wriothesley
"You sure everyone's asleep?" You ask worried after hearing another sound from outside his office. "Absolutely," he murmurs in reply, his chin resting against your shoulder. There's an easy, quiet confidence in his words, and not a hint of concern.
His hands rest on your hips, thumbs absently rubbing circles against your skin where just below your shirt, his arms keeping you pinned to him, chest against your back. "We're safe," he breathes against your neck. He shifts a little in his chair and tugs you closer against him, hands moving from your hips to wrap around your waist. He buries his face against the expanse of bare skin, kissing your skin absentmindedly.
"Besides, you and I both know I can make you keep quiet, don't we, darling?"
You playfully swat his arm, "No respect for a god-!" He laughs, the sound deep and rich, like smoke curling through a forest. His lips find the junction between your shoulder and your neck, peppering the skin there with kisses before nipping at it.
His hands slide under the edge of your shirt, calloused fingers tracing up the smooth skin of your stomach.
"A god who's sitting in my lap, letting me touch and kiss and taste her like this?" He murmurs, licking a stripe along the curve of your shoulder.
"I'm showing you plenty of respect."
Xiangling - aged up
She is sitting on your lap, blushing as she hears her name fall from your lips.
She's never been used to this sort of attention before, and the feeling of you holding her makes her heart flutter in her chest. She can feel the warmth of your body through her clothes, and her mind can't help but wonder what it would be like to be even closer to you.
As you take a bite of her food, she watches your reaction expectantly, praying you will say you like it.
"Xiangling?! That's amazing-!" Xianglings heart swells with pride. To receive your praise, and to see your satisfaction at something she has created just for you...it's more than she ever thought she'd be granted.
"Really?" she stutters, eyes wide as she turns to look up at you, "you really like it?" "Mhm!" Your response makes Xianglings heart feel as if it might stop right there. A smile threatens to burst from her lips, one that threatens to stretch across her whole face and light her up like a star. You have made her happier than she's been in a long time, and Xiangling can't help but adore you for it.
"I'm so glad," she says, her voice full of joy. You love her cooking. You really do, and that makes her feel like the luckiest person on Teyvat.
"Whats this by the way? It's really good-!"
"Hilichurl."
"WHAT?!"
Xiao
He stiffens, his body going rigid at the sensation of being cuddled, being held closely in that way. It seems that this is a whole new experience for him.
"What—" He stops himself and inhales deeply, his body quivering against yours as he tries to process the feel of it all. The warmth, the nearness. The comfort.
Xiao swallows heavily a few times. His voice is quiet when he speaks again. "I've never…"
"Shh, relax." It's hard for him to relax, at first.
Xiao has never been held, never been loved like this. Every muscle in his body is rigid, quivering with a strange, foreign feeling.
But he forces himself to try. Slowly, he relaxes, letting the tension flow from his body into the night, until he's all but melting in your arms. "This is new," he mutters. "But I like it."
"Told you." He laughs quietly at your words and presses himself a little closer against you, burying his face into your neck, against your bare skin. He murmurs something against your skin, voice soft. "How is it that you always end up being right?"
"Heh-"
"Shut up."
Xianyun
Xianyun's breath stutters as you lay against her chest. She is still for a moment— and then, like a dam breaking, she wraps her arms around you and pulls you close. Her arms are firm and strong, yet all she wants to do is hold you. She breathes out a soft, shaky sigh against your hair.
“You are mine,” she whispers. Xianyun's chest rises and falls as she holds you, her arms wrapped around you like a coil. Her heart pounds against your ear, her fingers curling into the fabric of your clothes. It is as though she is afraid you might slip away, as though there is nothing she would not do if it meant staying near you.
"Please," she pleads, her voice soft and desperate. She wants to say more, but the words stick to her tongue. What comes out instead is nothing but a whisper, a fervent prayer in the shape of a single word.
"Stay."
Xinyan
She lets out a content sound, her head in your lap. She feels safe here. Protected. Loved. She closes her eyes and allows herself to listen to you talk. The sound of your voice is sweet, comforting, lulling her worries into obscurity. For now, all is well.
"What happened?" *she asks, when you take a pause in talking. She opens her eyes and gazes up at you, curious what had happened to make your day notable.
"Nothing, just keep relaxing." You say with a smile. She hums her agreement. She buries her face in your stomach, wrapping her arms around you. Her fingers gently run up and down your back, her touch as light as a moth’s wing.
"‘m relaxin’," she mumbles, her voice muffled. Xinyan feels sleep tugging at the corners of her consciousness. The rhythm of your breath, your warmth beneath her skin, and the sweet scent you carry are all threatening to drag her into oblivion. One last thing weighs on her mind, her thoughts fuzzy and tired.
"Tell me somethin' before I fall asleep," she requests, half-whining as she speaks.
"I love you..."
"....me...too....w-wai...t...?"
Xingqiu - aged up
Xingqiu reads the words from the page aloud, his voice low and soothing. He murmurs your name softly, his lips caressing the syllables with a tender reverence.
He is comfortable in your embrace. His body sits flush against yours, a warm and constant presence. He pauses the story every now and then, placing a soft kiss against your shoulder before continuing.
He reads to you until the moon is high in the sky, and you have long drifted off to sleep, still cuddling him. Xingqiu sets the book aside, smiling fondly at the sight of you sleeping, peaceful as they come. He takes a moment to trace his eyes over your features, his gaze tender and warm.
He pulls the blankets up around your shoulders, and then he shifts to lay down beside you, wrapping one arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. He rests his head on your shoulder, nuzzling against your warmth. Xingqiu pulls you close, his nose buried against the crook of your neck. He inhales slowly, breathing in your scent.
His fingers trace mindless patterns over your hip, the movement as steady and soothing as a heartbeat. He shifts his leg so that it is tangled with yours, trying to get as close to you as he can.
He whispers your name, the sound like a secret meant for your ears only.
The world melts into a comfortable silence, with Xingqiu and you, holding each other in the dark.
Yae Miko
"Stop it-!" "I don't think I will," Miko teases, her voice light as she watches you thrash around in her embrace. She presses her fingers into the underside of your ribcage once more, just to feel you squirm. "Besides," she continues in a softer tone, "You look rather adorable like this."
Her hand moves to your tummy, gently tracing the ticklish skin there, watching as your eyes clamp shut and your laughter rings.
Seeing you like this, writhing and helpless, is all Miko has ever wanted. She has her arm pinned around your torso, trapping you against her, her slender fingers dancing down your side as she mercilessly continues to tease you.
Her lips brush against your ear. "Be a good girl and hold still for me, hm?"
"That's it," she praises in a low murmur, her voice like a hum against your ear. "Stay right there. Just like that."
Miko's hand still wanders across your skin, the tip of her forefinger tracing circles that make your toes curl and the sound of laughter slip past your lips despite your efforts to stay still.
"Fuck you-!"
"You will, later."
Yanfei
"And what is NOT against the law?" As you ask your question, Yanfei rests her head in your arms, relaxing in your presence. She blinks and tilts her head like a puppy, considering your question for a few moments.
"Hmm," she hums, her gaze drifting somewhere off in the distance before she looks back at you. She smiles. "Everything is legal when done in the name of love," she says, her voice lilting in a way that indicates she's joking. Your words make her think. Her eyes flutter as her thoughts race, and a moment later, Yanfei lets out a soft huff, snuggling even closer.
"Being happy," she adds in a quiet murmur, her words a little mumbled against your skin. "Being alive. Being free."
Her chin lifts as she shifts, turning to look at you once more.
"As far as I know, everything else is against the law," a soft huff follows her words, and she presses a kiss against the side of your neck. Another moment of silence falls before Yanfei opens her mouth, a gentle exhale against your skin as she continues.
"Did you know,” she adds, her words hushed and soft like the night breeze, "that being beautiful is also not against the law?"
She pauses, shifting a little, her body moving even closer. The room is quiet, nothing breaking the silence.
“Because if it were,” she whispers, and she lifts a hand to gently cup your cheek, “You’d be in deep trouble.”
Yaoyao - platonic
Yaoyao buries her head into you, seeking the comfort your presence brings. Her arms wrap around your torso, pulling herself closer to you. She presses her face into your shoulder, closing her eyes as she breaths in your scent.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely louder than a breath. For a moment, she feels safe. Like you'll guard her from all harm.
"It's cold without you."
"After all I told you, if you fell lonely on your little adventures, come to me." A shudder runs through her body as Yaoyao clings to you even more, her fingers digging into the fabric of your clothing, as if she's loath to let go.
"Can I stay?" she asks, the words tumbling from her lips like water from a river bank. Despite the pleading in her voice, her head is still buried in your shoulder.
"Please, I want to stay with you. I always wanted to live here for a while-!"
Yelan
Yelan's breath hitches when you pull her closer, her head against your chest as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "This is all I need," she mumbles, the words falling from her lips before she can stop them. "Just this, forever. I don't need anything else." She lets out a soft sigh, her eyes closing as she nuzzles into you, resting her head against your shoulder. Even in your embrace, you can feel her body relax as if the simple touch took some great tension out of her.
"A gooood nap...Mm... Sounds like heaven," she mumbles sleepily against your skin, not bothering to hide her smile. Yelan drapes an arm across your torso, pulling herself even closer to you. She practically melts against your body, nuzzling into the crook of your neck like a cat seeking warmth. A soft, contented hum rumbles in her chest, her breathing steady and slow as she buries her face against you.
"With you."
Yoimiya
She melts under your touch, leaning against your body and letting out a soft and contented sigh. Her eyes flutter closed as she soaks in your presence, a gentle smile playing across her lips. Every touch of your hands sends a shiver of pleasure through her, her skin burning wherever you make contact. She nuzzles against your side, relishing the feeling of your body pressed against hers.
"I could stay here like this forever," she whispers. "Just you and me.. in this perfect moment...watching fireworks." The colorful explosions of light in the sky are beautiful, but to Yoimiya, even their beauty is dull compared to you. Her eyes remain fixed on you, watching the way the bursts of rainbow light reflect off your skin, dancing across your eyes like living flames.
She reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. She draws your palm to her lips, pressing a reverent and tender kiss to your skin.
"You are more beautiful than any fireworks," she whispers.
Yun Jin
"It was beautiful, breathtaking. You almost brought me to tears." She nuzzles closer to you at the praise, her heart fluttering like a bird's wing beating against a ribcage. She tucks her head against your chest with a sigh, her heart still beating much too fast from the high of preforming. Adrenaline still courses through her veins, making her head spin and her hands tremble when they grip onto you to steady her.
"I'm glad you think so," she says, her voice a little sheepish. "I just... worry about my preforming sometimes. I think I'm not good enough." Yun Jin buries her head against your chest, refusing to look you in the eyes as she spills her innermost fears and anxieties. She keeps her arms around you, scared she'll lose you if she lets go even an inch.
"I don't think my voice is good or the way I dance is captivating. I just..." then she laughs.
"No it's stupid. We all worry, mostly over nothing. I'm good...I'm very good...and you always tell me so it must be true."
Zhongli
Zhongli is still as a statue at your side; his body tense and stiff. But as you begin to pull him closer, he begins to melt in your arms.
Tentatively, he allows his head to rest against your shoulder, his breaths coming out in a shudder. He's still hesitant, but he lets you pull him closer. He wants to touch you back; to embrace you as you embrace him. But would he be crossing some invisible line he cannot see? He doesn't want to offend you.
"Let loose and relax." You reassure. Zhongli's mind is racing with thoughts— what if he does the wrong thing? What if he displeases you?
But his body seems to act of its own accord, as though some invisible weight was lifted from his shoulders as soon as you spoke.
He slowly leans against you, his body relaxing. He burrows closer to you, wrapping his arms weakly around your waist.
author's note: this might turn into a series I am unsure I hope you guys enjoy this. Once again English is not my first language I apologize for the writing.
-This series is about how people in teyvat see the conversation between the creator and their companion for us irl it's just chat messages in co-op.
-Spoilers for the recent archon quest 4.1
-GN reader (might change that in the future)
TW: nothing so far usual cult stuff
Ajax grimaced and glared at the Gardes holding him down. The posh marble floor reflected his annoyed visage and he had half a mind to destroy the expensive flooring. The Gardes were speaking about him as if he was not there listening to everything they said. They paid him no mind talking about things like the Fortress, the Oratrice, and arrest. Ajax paid them no mind he was far too annoyed to listen in. This vacation was getting worse and worse.
Then the traveler came, no it was their grace.
Suddenly this moment was more tolerable than it would not have been. The Gardes talking quieted and everyone was hypervigilant of the traveler. It seems their Grace was not alone, next to them their companion was walking behind them.
Their grace came closer it was then Ajax realized they were coming towards him. His breath hitched. He felt blood rush towards his face, he did not want to be seen by their grace like this. Weak and bound against his will where there was nothing he could do.
The traveler- no their grace stood now in front of him. Their face was neutral no indication of what they thought. The sun shined on the traveler in a golden glow. Their ethereal aura swept over the room like a warm blanket and his knees almost buckled over to kneel.
Suddenly their grace pointed the traveler's finger towards him and the traveler's face changed into a shit-eating grin.
"Ha ha! The evil fatui got arrested. Get rekt!"
Ajax wanted to cry.
"Gee no need to beat a dead horse," said the companion of their Grace through another's body Ajax could not name who.
Ajax wanted to protest that the creator could say whatever they wanted but the system binding them interfered and petrified his body. It was not just him thankfully everyone in this world seemed to be still and unable to acknowledge their Grace, except for their companion. How unfair.
The traveler who was possessed by their grace laughed and how lovely that sounded.
"Hey do you think we can visit him and prison and then," they laughed again, "feed him on a dog bowl?"
"That is oddly specific and sadistic."
"Please it would be so funny," said their grace and laughed.
If it meant that he would be mocked and humiliated to hear their grace laugh so carefree he would eat on a dog bowl and more. Ajax had no shame in that but what he found shameful, which he wanted to bury, was the feeling of wanting to be taken care of and worried over.
*Look at me they are imprisoning me against my will for something I did not do.*
Ajax knew he did not have that privilege or was deserving of it.
"Come let's go to the domain already," their Grace's companion said and went ahead to leave.
Their Grace followed after their companions and it seemed that their brief interaction would end. Ajax felt slightly helpless unable to do anything. Just as their creator was about to leave their grace turned around.
"By the way, I will most likely bust you out of prison stay put for the next one and a half months!"
Ajax looked up with a grin after hearing the declaration, by then their grace had already left.
"You heard that? our grace will be breaking me out," Ajax said with a challenging grin to the Gardes.
Said Gardes looked confused and pale-faced.
.
.
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One and a half month later in the Fortress of Meropide the creator themselves came to the facility.
"CHILDE WHERE ARE YOU I TOLD YOU TO ####### STAY PUT!!!"
Imagine melusine creator slowly starting to open up to other characters from Fontaine, Since i believe they didnt care for the whole impostor hunt thing
I shall now leave it to your imagination:3..
*pulls you really close* Arlecchino (and the House of the Hearth)
naturally, being Childe's coworker, she's noticed his increased absences over the past several months- only giving updates during mandatory meetings, who does he think he's fooling. evidently everyone but her, since none of the other Harbingers seem to really care enough or notice. she corners him one afternoon, crossing her arms and bluntly asking exactly what he's been up to. Childe stumbles over his words, attempting to weave together several half-baked excuses as her eyes narrow, before he finally sighs, hands falling to his sides
"...I found the Creator."
Arlecchino blinks, once, her gaze marred with astonishment and doubt and suspicion, and Childe huffs, gesturing for her to follow
he doesn't take her all the way to Merusea, only to the edge of the caverns before telling her to wait, venturing deeper himself. the Melusine all know him, giving him cheerful greetings and leading the Harbinger to you, painting with Mamere. your antennae wiggle when you see him, giving him a warm hug as Childe grins, gently saying that he has someone to introduce you to. there's a flash of fear in your eyes, the months spent with your new siblings and friends calming but not erasing the memories of the people who swarmed and slaughtered you, all because you were impersonating yourself, but Childe gives you a reassuring pat on your shoulder. you trust Foul Legacy, and you trust him- although, he's not so keen on being Foul Legacy in front of Arlecchino. you can still hear his purr in the hum of Childe's voice as he leads you towards his colleague, her legs crossed neatly as she waits. she stands when she hears two sets of footsteps, and you shiver as she turns her cold, scrutinizing gaze over to you, examining your Melusine self silently
just as your siblings taught you, you lean out slightly and wave your mittened hand, hoping to gain her approval
Arlecchino's stare slowly trace over the shimmering markings on your body, in the same place she saw grievous wounds on a corpse, and her eyes widen a fraction
the Fourth Harbinger lowers her head and bows deeply to you, and Childe breathes a sigh of relief
A story with the Ideas I've formulated for The Divine city. An AU I created for Genshin Impact.
𝖦𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖨𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖨𝗌𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗂 𝖠𝖴
╰𝖨𝗌𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗂 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 “𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽” 𝗈𝗋 “𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽” 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾)
Description:
You and your friend, Amalia, high school students, about to graduate next month, leave school after a torturous session of classes to finish your last homework of the year. At home, your mother made a feast to celebrate your graduation and future aspirations for the future.
Forgetting to buy ingredients for tomorrow's breakfast, tasks the two of you buy at the grocery store a few blocks down the road after you finish eating.
Once the dishes are clean, you and Amalia leave for the store. you encountered an ominous old woman at the side of the store asking for you to pick a card. Ignoring her strange request, you catch up to Amalia to buy the list of items your mother needs.
Unfortunately, you and Amalia meet their doom at the hands of mad mad facing heartbreak.
But you are one lucky child, and have received a blessing to keep going.
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙.
So, What shall you do now little star? In a land with unknowns not welcoming to outlanders, you need to travel through its deepest secrets to find a way out of here.
This is a journey on your way back home.
Prologue
Act 0
╰►Second Chance
╰►Mother and The Falling Starlight
Act I
╰►Start Anew
╰►Bat-Winged Lizard
╰►The Red Wind-Riding Knight
╰►The Witch of the Purple Rose
╰►Inside a Game
Act II
╰►Honorary Knights (New!)
╰►Dvalin & the Wind Born Bard (𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏)
A town in the outskirts of a busy city is almost at its liveliest point, with high school students' release nearing its time. Buses lined up waiting for the students to come out, stores were prepping for the expected clients soon to come, parents cooking in advance of their hungry children.
The small size of the town made everything go slow. It was mundane, but cozy.
It was home.
The bell rings, marking the end of a tortuous school day. Students rush out of their classes into the halls to get home quickly. The sun shone through the passing clouds, hitting its beautiful rays at the passing students. A girl gets assaulted by one of the sun's rays, raising her hand to cover her face before she turns blind.
“It seems like it’s going to be a sunny day…” she said, putting her hand down. Out of nowhere a short-haired girl jumped on top of her, scaring the poor girl.
“[Name]! There you are, I was looking for you everywhere!” the girl yelled, getting the attention from other students.
A sweat drop appeared in [Name]’s face. She waved her hand to try and calm her friend down. “Please, Amalia. Calm down. You're gathering too much attention.”
Amalia rolled her eyes at her friend's antics. She then taped her in the back and started running. “Tag, you’re it!”
“wha–hey!” [Name] reached her hand out to catch her but it was futile. She groaned in defeat and ran after to catch her.
Amalia started laughing as she ran down the street's path to [Name]’s house. The streets were full of life. Students walking home, some getting food; adults coming off work and back to their houses. Life was complete in this town. Nothing was missing: calmness, happiness, freedom, these are things the townsfolk had. Honestly, what could ever go wrong?
[Name] begins to slow down and breathe heavily seeing the entrance of her house. The girls reached the little gate outside of the house, exhaustion consumed one, the other didn’t even break a sweat.
“Haha! That was fun. We should do this more often [Name]!” Amalia said with a toothy grin, as she opened the gate.
Said girl was trying to get air in her lungs to compensate for the lack of. “Not...a cha–*gasp* ahhnce…” she managed to say.
“Wow…. Are you out of breath?” Amalia asked, turning back to look at her. The girl received in response a “are-you-stupid” look. “Hey, don’t look at me like that! I ain’t that smart y’know?”
“I can see that…” [Name] said, approaching the gate walking past Amalia.
“Well, clearly—OI.” Amalia walked past [Name] and up the stairs. “Apologies right now, you nerdy-genius!” she demanded while blocking the door.
“That’s the best insult you could think of? That wasn’t even an insult…” [Name] raised an eyebrow and murmured the last sentence. Staring at her friend and sighting in defeat, she didn’t have the energy to banter right now. “Okay, okay. Sorry I hurt your feelings.”
“Thank you very much.” Amalia puffed her chest in approval.
[Name], tired of her, shooed her aside reaching for the keys in her bag, she opened the door. Walking in she takes off their shoes putting them on a shoe holder. Amalia follows quickly and takes off hers sliding on sandals, making her way to the living room and setting the bag on her shoulder. The aroma of a deliciously pie reaches their noses just as [Name] puts her bag down.
“Mhmm! I can smell pie in the air…” Amalia said dreamily.
“Mom, I'm home! And Amalia is here!” [Name] yelled.
“Hello!” Amalia yelled her greetings
[Name]’s mom yelled a quick ‘welcome home!’ and ‘hi, Amalia!’ from the kitchen. She nudged Amalia to start working on homework. And with a grunt from her, they started.
. . .
The smell of food fills the air. Food is placed down on the table in front of the hardworking girls. On today's menu there is honey chicken with smashed potatoes, and a delicious apple pie. The girls drool at the sight.
“Thank you, mother!~” Amalia said in a sickly-sweet tone. [Name] cringed and looked at Amalia with disgust.
“You're very welcome, sweetie!” [Name]’s mother said, placing the freshly baked pie in the middle of the table. “Oh! I forgot the knife, be right back. You two should dig in.” Quickly she got up to fetch a knife from the kitchen.
“Don't do that. It’s weird.” [Name] said.
“Awwwe, is little [Name] mad I stole her mothers love?~” Amalia said, graving [Name]’s check. Her hand got smacked quickly by an angry [Name].
“Don’t.” [Name] warned with venom dripping off.
“Okay okay, I won’t…” Amalia paused for a second making [Name] think this was over with, “..but your mom is HOT. Aaand you can’t deny that!”
“Please, stop talking. you're going to make me puke…” [Name] groaned. Amalia just laughed at her friend’s misery. Oh, how it was fun teasing her dear friend.
The two did not grab food to eat waiting for the women that left to the kitchen to come back, they were raised with manners after all.
“I’m back girls~” [Name]’s mother said putting the knife she brought next to the pie and sitting down,
“Mother, you're the best! Thank you for always inviting me for dinner!”
“Please, Amalia. You are part of the family! You should stop thanking me by now.” Amalia smirked at the opening she got to continue messing with her friend.
“Oh, I could never stop! Especially to a kind and beautiful soul like yours.” Amalia complimented.
“You flatter me too much, Amalia.” She raised her hand to cup her cheek and laughed.
Amalia smirked and looked at [Name] who had an unreadable expression and a dark aura. She turns to Amalia with crazed eyes, sliding her thumb against her throat making a ‘kccch!’ sound in the process. Amalia had a nervous smile while clutching her neck. Looks like she’ll be sleeping with one eye opened tonight.
“Girls I’ve been meaning to ask. How do you two feel about graduating next month?” [Name]’s mom said, sipping her drink.
“I’m excited!” Amalia yelled in delight, ignoring the imaginary daggers being thrown at her. “I can finally move out of my parents and into the city! Don’t get me wrong, I love them to death, but they can be too much sometimes…”
[Name] mumbled “…more like someone else is too much…”
“Hahah! Worrying for our children is one of the many things that come with being a parent. We can’t help it.” she explained.
Amalia giggled, “oh I get it, alright. My little siblings give me heart attacks sometimes!”
I feel excluded, [Name] thought.
“Oh, by the way. How is your oldest son doing? Is he still in the hospital?”
The smile she once had turned into a frown. “…my son. He’s doing okay,” she said sadly. [Name] elbowed her friend.
“Ow—! Uh, uhm. I’m really sorry. That was rude of me.” Amalia said, rubbing her side.
She sighted, looking at Amalia with a small smile. “It’s alright. You only wanted to know how he was, nothing wrong with that.”
[Name] looked at her mother with worry. “You know mom, I don't know anything about my brother. It’s been three weeks now, hasn't the doctor said anything? dads with him, why hasn’t he called?”
“The doctors are trying their best to help your brother. And your dad calls me everyday to update me, but…nothing has changed….”
The room fell into a grim atmosphere, all thanks to the loud-mouthed Amalia. And Amalia, as loud-mouth as she is, is also good at brightening the mood.
“Don’t you worry about that knuckle-head, mother! Knowing him, he’ll make it out of any hole he's thrown into!” Amalia said with a bright smile.
“You're right. My little boy can make it out of anything.”
“Little? Really mom?” [Name] looked at her mother with questioning eyes.
“What? Can I not call my son little?”
“He’s 20. He is anything but little.” [Name] reasoned.
The mood was back to how it was before. Amalia patted herself in the back, mission successful.
“You have been hanging around Amalia for too much. It’s affecting you and making you dumber.”
“Oi.”
The conversation ranged from talking about family, to teasing remarks, to [Name] almost killing Amalia for flirting with her mother. A family bickering, yet happy.
When the laughter silenced down, the sound of plates being stacked together and placed in the sink was heard. The young girls had a wet towel each; with it, they began wiping the table for any stain or crumbs left. Once done, the towels were brought back to the kitchen, and hung on the oven to dry.
The girls finished their task. Talking—or rather Amalia rambling to herself—on their way to the framed exit of the kitchen. The older woman seeing them leave, grabbed their attention.
“Girls, wait for a second,” [Name]’s mother left the kitchen only to come back a few seconds later.
“Here,” she gave her daughter a pouch with a folded note—[Name] opened the note and read the names of vegetables and meats.
She continued, “I want you two to go buy groceries for tomorrow. Your father is coming, and I want to surprise him with a nice dinner.”
She turned to Amalia, “Your family is invited to come, Amalia.”
“I’ll make sure to tell them, mother!” Amalia gave a thumbs up.
[Name] hummed to her mother, she turned around tugging the note inside the pouch before walking out of the kitchen. Stopping, she turned to stare at Amalia.
“Well? are you coming?” She asked her friend.
“Uh? Oh, yeah!” Amalia said, happily skipping a few steps to reach [Name].
[Name] and Amalia bid farewell to Mother as they put their shoes that were left at the entrance. Making sure they had everything with them, they left for the nearest convenience store.
The scenery was calming. People going about their days, musicians playing beautiful music like the symphonies of natures’ happiness. The sun was still gracing the skies with its burning glory. The two friends did not speak a word, taking it all.
Reaching the store, stood a stand near the convenience store. The stand was about three feet away from the wall of the store; the table was little, being raised a few inches off the ground, and had a red-black colored tablecloth with crystal decorations in the shape of stars on top. It’s tenure, a woman of older age.
She wore a pinched blacked red elegant—as elegant as can be—cloak with its hood over her head covering most of her facial features. There she sat with her legs crossed, shuffling what seemed like tarot cards. She waited for the next person to walk by, like a predator for its prey.
The girls paid no mind to the old lady and her strange presence walking straight by. Or at least, tried to. For some reason, [Name] had this feeling. Like she had to stop in her stall. She stopped and frowned, already not liking where this was going. Turning around she walked to stand right in front of her.
The old woman looked up from her cards at the youth. She did nothing but stare at [Name]. Her eyes not being visible gave [Name] the chills.
“Hello, ma’am. How are you?” With a forced smile she greeted her, being the mannered girl she is.
The old lady did not respond, forming an uncomfortable silence between the two. [Name] thought that maybe she had a hard time hearing. So, she opened her mouth and repeated her words louder than before.
“Hello, madam. How /are you?—”
“I can hear /you just fine.”
The old lady interrupted, making [Name] sweat a little.
If you heard me, why didn't you answer? Yeah, no. I’m getting weird vibes from this lady. [Name] thought in her head, ready to turn around. Before she could, the lady put the cards she’d been shuffling on the table in front of her.
“Pick one.” The old lady said—no, demanded she pick one.
The way she had ordered [Name] to pick a card, scared her. She needed to leave quickly. This lady has ‘not good news’ written all over.
Taking another glance at the cards, she turned around and started walking towards the entrance of the convenience store.
The woman’s gaze remained on her as she disappeared into the store’s doors.
“…”
“How foolish…” a youthful voice spoke.
[Name] speed-walked inside the convenience store. She quickly went into one of the aisles, too paranoid by the encounter. That old lady gave me the creeps…. It’s best to leave this store as fast as possible. Don’t want to get caught up in no voodoo crap. Getting consumed by her thought, she paid no mind to the stares given to her.
“Hey, [Name]!”
Getting startled by the yell of her name, she clutched her chest tightly. [Name] turned around only to see Amalia jogging to her.
“[Name]!” Amalia called her name again. She stopped once noticing there was something wrong with her friend.
“[Name]…you good?” she asked in concern.
“I—I’m fine…. You don’t need to worry about me.” [Name] said with a small smile. “Anyway…. Do you have everything?”
Dumbfounded, Amalia pointed a finger at [Name], “what do you mean? You have the list. All I've been doing is looking at the items in the store like an idiot because of it.”
“...I swear, I felt there were a few people giving me weird looks. They were probably thinking I had a mental illness!”
Amalia’s scream made a few turn their attention towards them. Some looked and left, others couldn't help but give pity to the girl.
If you keep screaming like that I won’t even be surprised if someone did call a mental institution… [Name] thought, looking at the scene in front of her. Ah. Why do I attract weird people…?
[Name] shook her head. “Anyway, Amalia,” taking the little folded paper and giving it to Amalia. “Here’s the list. Now you won’t look like a headless chicken going around the store.”
Amalia took the paper. She could cry. “AH! [Name]!” She jumped to hug [Name]. “I KNEW YOU CARED ABOUT ME!!!!”
“Yeah, yeah. Of course I care.” she gave a forced smile. I care about my reputation, and don’t want to be associated with a psycho!’
“Now let’s go and buy the groceries, before mother starts worrying.” [Name] tried to push Amalia off.
“Yes, ma'am!” Amalia saluted before running to the next aisle where there was an item on the list.
Why did I become friends with her again? [Name] pondered for a moment.
“…I need to go after her before she causes any trouble. Knowing her, she’ll see a rat, try to fight it, and then destroy the whole store.” she said walking after Amalia.
. . .
“That’ll be $34.93!”
“Here,” giving the cashier money, and getting the left over.
They walked to the entrance with the bags of groceries in hand, [Name] viewed the money to see how much was left before putting it away.
“Sooooo…how much money do you have left?” Amalia inquired. Cat eyes gazing at the pocket where the money was left.
“Hmmm…. Enough for lunch tomorrow.” [Name] said nonchalantly.
“Huh? Really!? Does that mean I get some ramen too?!” you could practically see stars in her eyes.
[Name] gave her a deadly glare: “You want to leech off of me, you wretch?” Amalia backed away a little.
“I-huhhh. I mean, for you to have seconds tomorrow?” She was sweating bullets at this point. “Hehehe….”
“Sight I’ll buy you ramen tomorrow….”
“Hooray!”
While Amalia did her happy dance carefree they neared the entrance of the store. Going out, there appeared to be an argument happening. Many stopped to spectate the scene.
A woman and her partner were yelling at a man, who was equally yelling back at her. Something about ‘how could she?’ Ah. Cheating.
Yeaahh, no. Best we leave. Just as [Name] was about to go home and ignore the drama Amalia, in all her glory, grabbed [Name] by the arm and went closer.
“Come on [Name]! We have to get closer to see!”
NO! [Name] looked with terror at her friend who was too oblivious.
Getting closer, the yelling started to become louder. Amalia dragged them both through a small crowd that had formed, and now were in the front row seats.
Augh. great. Just when I think Amalia couldn't be more stupid, she goes and does this. [Name] looked at the sky. Seeing the rays of the sun going down bit by bit, she decided that it was better to leave than entertain Amalia.
“Hey Amalia, I think we should leave before mother gets mad–”
Suddenly, a deafening sound rang through the air. She froze. They froze. Everyone froze. And then, panic ensued.
You could hear screams of fear as people fled. And yet, she stayed still. They both stayed still. When faced with a new experience humans have different reactions: elatedness, awkwardness, anxiety, fear. Yet, in a moment that should have activated her flight or fight response. She was paralyzed. Time stopped as if to mock her helplessness.
In a last ditch effort, she turned to her friend to yell at her to run for her life.
“Amalia–!”
Red.
The crimson color that she familiarized herself with because of all the shows she’d watched. The color that signaled something terrible happened. The color that humanity hated, yet made it a goal to paint with in history books.
This is the first time she had seen it flying everywhere.
“...Ama..lia?” Her name came out of [Name]'s mouth like a mushed prayer.
In the neck of her closest friend was a hole, filled with the crimson paint. It slowly gushed out, marking its territory. Her friend? On the ground with a pool of the paint that came out of that grieving hole. She wanted to scream, but found her throat was unwilling to.
The terrifyingly-deafening sound was heard again. There it was, that cherry-red color. This time, she saw it as she fell to the ground. She reached to touch her chest, it hurt, but she had to know. She lifted her hand to take a glimpse and…there it was. It was all over her hand.
[Name] turned her head sideways. Amalia was staring lifelessly back at her. Now she knew her friend had met death. And her? She was about to get the same demise.
Is this how it ends…? [Name] thought before the world slowly started to become blurry, and her heavy eyes shushed her to sleep.
Darkness. The absence of light; the dying of light. That’s all there was now. An endlessly-hopeless void. A pitched black canvas, the end of life.
But if that’s all there is, why is there a tiny bit of it? It’s small, but fierce. A formed-less hand reaches for the light like it is its last string of hope.
Light. The agent of vision; the core of life. That’s what is to come. A ray of hope. A bright blank canvas, the start of life.
There are always second chances for those who are favored.
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♡ ◍• Skin That Cries Golden Tears • Chapter 1 ◍
◍ Summary:
It had to be by God’s will that your life had come to a short end. Why else would he allow you to get pushed off of a bridge and drown to your death, at the age of 26? Well, what should have been the end of your life when your ex killed you off for rejecting his love once again. So you were definitely in a haze when you woke up at the highest peak at Qingyun Peak on a floating island, inside your favorite game.
It wasn’t fair. It wasn't your fault. Why did he hate you so much? You let him go, told him to move on, that you would even bless him with his newfound lover. Even if he didn’t stay loyal, even if he begged on his knees to have a chance of making things right. Though there wasn’t anything that could change your mind, cheating is unforgivable and unforgettable.
However, you were too precious, perfect, and good for everyone else. So he decided. If he couldn’t have you, no one would. Hence the downfall of your life. Or the uprising? The people of Teyvat are sure to make your arrival a pleasant experience, after all, they’ve been expecting you for centuries.
It had to be by God’s will. Why else would he allow you to get pushed off of a bridge and drown to your death, at the age of 26?
It wasn’t fair. It wasn't your fault. Why did he hate you so much? You let him go, told him to move on, that you would even bless him with his newfound lover. Even if he didn’t stay loyal, even if he begged on his knees to have a chance of making things right. Though there wasn’t anything that could change your mind, cheating is unforgivable and unforgettable. It means you have no respect for your partner and no loyalty. Both those things are required if a couple wants to last. Without them, the relationship is doomed to fail, which is what happened.
However, that could never be the end, not for you or him.
Greedy. too greedy, and so, so selfish. He couldn’t let go. He couldn't move on, even with another woman waiting for him at home. He couldn’t take a step forward in life, knowing that someone could sweep you off your feet at any moment. Knowing that your heart can belong to another. Knowing that he’d be replaced eventually.
So he believed it would be best if the possibility of that happening is zero.
Why did you trust him? “For closure”, he told you. So, initially being the soft-hearted being you are, you meet up with him. Agreeing to meet in the middle of your local bridge where everywhere is surrounded by water positively wasn’t the smartest decision of your life. While you thought he was late, he had been just on time creeping up behind you while you were looking at the vast ocean. And in the next moment, you feel familiar arms wrapping around your waist. You let out a long exhale, knowing it’s him. You used to smile every time you felt his touch, but not anymore.
“Didn’t you say we’re meeting for closure? This should be the last time we see each other before going our separate ways, so I don’t know why you’re touching me. I don’t think we misunderstood what we meant by closure. It’s nothing intimate.” You feel the arms around you tighten, and you wonder for a split second if this is the best situation to be in. You should have stuck to that thought.
“Mh. It is the last time we’ll see each other.” You felt uneasy with the way he was saying that. It was making you nauseous. “But I’m giving you one more chance. Come back to me. It’ll be better this time, I won’t make the same mistake again. Why do you have to be this difficult?” The grip was getting tighter, and you felt as if the oxygen flow from your brain was becoming less frequent. But you still felt the annoyance grow in your body. Did he have no shame? “You have to be joking. Even with your what, fiance living with you right now, you still want more? Even if that woman has no respect for me, it's human decency not to have an affair with someone.”
You could tell that he didn't like the words coming out of your mouth. You could tell you were safe and needed to get out of her, quickly, desperately. But his grip was becoming threatening, and it was getting harder and harder for you to breathe.
“It's disappointing. We really could have had it all, if only you were willing to cooperate.” The words that leave his mouth are followed by what feels like a really hard punch to your back. Suddenly, your body falls limp and he catches you. You weakly reach for your back and quickly discover a knife. The person you once called the love of your life had stabbed you, and there's now blood trickling down your back, it's running cold rather than warm.
“W-Why-” You could barely get anything out as your vision was seeing little black dots. When you felt that he was picking you up, you couldn’t help but want to vomit at the thought of what he might do to your body. “Don’t worry, I'll let you rest in peace. Well, as peaceful as the ocean floor gets.” You want to scream, but nothing’s coming out. It shouldn’t be a surprise he can read your expressions by how long you were together, but you wished the past had never happened. Wished you never even gave him the time of day. Now you know why it’s no wonder his lover before you left the country. Why did you stay? Why didn’t you see the signs?
From what you could still see, he’s tying something to your neck that you’re sure is supposed to act as a weight. Meaning that once you go in, you're most likely not coming back out. Not even for your own funeral, they won’t find the body. It breaks your heart. You don’t want to die. You don’t want to leave so much behind.
With one more breath from your lungs, he leans down and kisses you. How disgusting. He wouldn’t even allow you to rest in peace. It shouldn’t be that much of a shocker, but it still baffles you, and stuns you into silence. You don’t move, don’t breathe. You’re frozen, all up until he’s holding you over the railing, and your heart is in your head, your whole body’s shaking.
“Goodbye, love.”
Those were the very last words you heard before plummeting to your death.
.
.
.
The water is cold, you’re shivering.
You can see red water, or what’s most likely your blood floating around you.
The stab wound in your back aches, you want the paint to go away.
The black spots in your vision are growing.
You reach out for the surface but you’re sinking.
The weight attached to your neck just makes it harder to breathe, to move.
This isn’t what you wanted.
You just wished to be admired, loved, cherished. Just as you did for everyone else, even if it hurt you.
A Seelie was floating in front of your face. Blue, alive, breathing, moving. In front of your face. In front of your eyes. You lie motionless on the grass for a few seconds before jolting up with a screech. While doing so, you collide with the Seelie, which feels like flowing silk, the smoothest thing you’ve felt on your skin.
Is this heaven? Or am I just having a very long and realistic dream? Isn’t that an entity from Genshin? So you’re dreaming about a game that you gamble your soul away to…. Okay. But out of all of them, couldn’t it have been HSR? You feel like you’d have a better chance of surviving there.
…
This is not a dream, is it?
Okay, fine. You died, you remember that very vividly when you were in a literal sense, dragged down to your death. So the universe has decided to grace you with a second chance at life. In an open-world survival game. How gracious.
You can’t lie in flowy grass forever. Even though the moon light makes it perfect. You’re living in a fantasy world, everything is possible. anything could happen. To you. You have to be smart about this, you can’t just appear out of nowhere and act clueless and all lost. You’ll be questioned immediately and might as well get yourself killed. No matter what nation you go to, who could explain what has happened to you? You’d like to know, but you wouldn’t want to go back. Some things are just better outside the real world. There are no serious politics, no pollution, and no war if you ignore whatever’s happening in Natlan. No absolute need to work a 9 to 5.
Gathering the courage, you finally get up from the ground and observe your surroundings. Right by your feet, there’s a Windblume. You must be in Mondstant. In all honesty, it’s always been your least favorite nation. Uneventful and quiet. You could live a simple farm life in Liyue. It would be quiet, as long as you avoid Hilichurls.
Speaking of which, while you’ve been standing still and daydreaming about your thoughts, there’s been a distant sound of what seems like life yelling and footsteps getting closer and closer to you.
You finally snap out of it and look behind you, seeing two Hilichurls and one giant Lawachurl heading straight for you.
Shoot.
You screech and start sprinting, but they’ll catch up in what, 20 seconds?
“Hey, you! Get down, as in right now!”
You can’t tell where the manly voice is coming from but faced with a split-second decision, you instinctively crouch down, shielding your head for safety. All you can hear is the fluttering of a bird and the sensation of heat rushing overhead. You can only catch a glimpse of red hair in a low ponytail.
Edit: I just realized that the summary says you wake up in a different place than Chapter 1. So sorry about this, it's still accurate but it just isn't the first place you wake up.
A/N: Life happened. This is long overdue so thank you all for the wait and sorry and all the empty promises. I'm back, however. I'll go back to my 1-2 week schedule. I found it easier to do with school in session, somehow. But I hope you all enjoyed Chapter 1. I'll make a Masterlist soon.