All Genshin men x gn!reader (alphabetically) / sfw / established relationship -> women version (coming soon)
Aether
He won't acknowledge the way he sinks back into your touch when your fingers thread through the golden strands of hair hanging down his back, nor the way a low rumbling sound of bliss seems to emerge from the back of his throat when you massage a particularly sensitive spot on his head. Simply the feeling of your gentle hands brushing and re-braiding his adventure-knotted hair is a reprieve from his demanding everyday life.
Albedo
Watching you sleep is something he can't seem to stop, eyes wandering to you slouched form, observing the rhythmatic way your chest rises and falls as you dream, draped across his work desk or tucked into his side. He'll smooth a gloved hand across your hair, or drape a blanket around your shoulders to prevent the sub zero temperatures of dragonspine from seeping in. There's just something so peaceful about the way you look that soothes his fabricated heart.
Alhaitham
He'll be lounging on the plush cushions of your sofa after a long day of being the academia's scribe, one arm resting lazily behind his head and the other cradling some academic text or another. You'll slide in beside him, attempting to squeeze yourself in next to his broad form on the narrow sofa and he'll grumble under his breath in feigned complaint - he never really means it - but the shift of a bicep from behind him to tucking you securely into his side tells another story.
Ayato
He often takes a brief respite from his duties to wander the estate grounds, pausing in doorways when he hears the soft tune of your humming as he passes by. You'll be doing something inconsequential he doesn't bother to note, but the sound - no matter how perfect or off key it might be, it matters little to him - just seems to lure him closer. He'll wind his arms around your waist, whispering in your ear with a tone full of both amusement and fondness alike - yet he won't yet mention how the mundanity of such a task feels like a refreshing break from the formality of his everyday life.
Baizhu
Never will he outright admit his condition has worn him down, yet when you see him and the weariness of bearing the weight of Liyue's health on his shoulders, it touches a soft, vulnerable part of his tired heart. He'll gently decline your invitation to help, his duty is something he deigned to shoulder alone - and that is to be his fate - though when you insist on sharing that burden, such a concerned expression on your face well, he just can't say no to you it seems.
Capitano
He's not accustomed to gentleness or softness, so the contrast of your slow, soothing touch against the cold hard steel of his helmet is such a foreign sensation he takes weeks to get used to it. Your soft hands trace the inky black abyss where his face would be with such tenderness it feels like he doesn't deserve this sort of adoration, yet he'll lean down into your touch, bringing one large hand up to dwarf your own, brushing his fingers against your knuckles in what he hopes is a gentle manner.
Childe
He may or may not say - depending on the outcome - that being scolded by you is something of a guilty pleasure, though guilty is probably less of the right word in his case, try obvious. He tries at least a little to school his expression into something neutral when you frown and press the antibacterial cloth a little harder into the cuts littering his skin, telling him off for being so reckless. Despite the reprimanding tone of your voice, he can see the worry flickering across your expression - ok maybe he's a little guilty now.
Cyno
He returns home late most days, well into the early hours of the morning, so the last thing he expects is to see you slumped over the arm of the sofa - clearly where you've slid down from an upright position. He'll slide strong arms under you and slide you back into bed, only joining you after shedding all his heavy gear and the weight of his duties for the night. You'll receive a mild lecture in the morning - why you shouldn't wait up for him when it poorly impacts your own sleep - but when you shyly mention you seem to struggle to sleep without the warmth of his presence next to you, he can't help but soften and let you off the hook, only to find you in the exact same position the next night.
Dahlia
He's easy to please, any time spent in your company is pleasure enough for Dahlia, yet when you drag him to the sofa with two cups of warm sugary tea waiting for you on the coffee table - insisting he regale you with every minute detail of his day (not to mention the gossip he mentioned offhandedly a few days ago) - it's both surprising and heart warming to realise you've noticed and listened to the random things he says. And for that, he'll gladly indulge your curiosity, no matter how mundane.
Diluc
Watching you tiptoe your way back into the bedroom, swathed in one of his silken shirts that practically drowns your form and balancing a cup of coffee in each hand will forever be one of Diluc's favourite sights. You don't even notice he's awake, half propped up on his elbows with that piercing crimson gaze following you as you edge closer. When you do eventually catch him staring and burst out into laughter, passing him his mug as you slip back into the sheets beside him, he'll allow himself to join in, even if a little pink in the cheeks.
Dottore
He'll openly admit that he gets a little thrill when you depend on him for anything. No matter if it's something trivial and you could most likely do it yourself or you genuinely require help from him or a segment (unless you're interrupting important research - that will earn you a look that could put you in your grave and an irritated huff indicating you should 'do something yourself for once'). Though his favourite instance is when you get sick, he can test all manner of new remedies on you to his hearts content, satisfying that mad scientist element in him, but also quietly tend to that tiny part of him that still has something loving inside.
Heizou
Oh if anything could prove more entertaining and endearing then having you perched on his lap, attempting to help solve a case he figured out twenty minutes ago. He would tell you, but the sight of your brow furrowed in concentration and the gleeful look on your face when you turn around to point out a clue you'd linked is so terribly charming to the poor detective he'll follow along for just a little while longer. He then tests how many times he can repeat this scenario before you notice that he's already solved these cases, he just enjoys seeing your face light up, even more so when his own cheeks tint pink at the sight.
Flins
He's developed the awful habit of hiding away in his lantern every time you so much as have a petty dispute - terrible sulker that he is. Every time you sigh, chastising his childish behaviour under your breath but still picking up said lantern, purple glow flooding the darkness of the corridors, and set it on the bedside table before turning to sleep - he never expects it. He eventually comes to the amusing realisation you most likely can't sleep without him near, or struggle to at the least. When you wake, you'll find a certain fae out of hiding, wound around you like a constrictor with his face buried in the crook of your neck.
Gorou
Seldom does he let anyone near his canine features, until you manage to become a small exception to that rule. Oh he'll never admit it, but the blissful sleepy expression on his face whilst you comb through the matted fur of his tail after an exhausting day sparring and patrolling betrays his true emotions. If you deign to tease him even a little, he blushes a furious red and huffs in grumbled protest, yet he still can't seem to pull away from your soothing touch.
Ifa
Oh he's weak for seeing you in his clothes. When he emerges from the bedroom to find you perched on the edge of the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee in hand and another waiting beside you, black and bitter - exactly how he has it - his discarded shirt from last night haphazardly thrown on, he swears he has momentary heart palpitations. Even more so when you throw a knowing grin his way and gesture to the cooling caffeine waiting for him.
Itto
The bigger question is what don't you do that makes him fold instantly? If he had to pick one thing in particular however, it would have to be when you indulge his childish dramatics. He'll boast about an onikabuto fight against a child from the city he won, he's aware it's not anything significant, yet when you laugh and clap encouragingly, it touches him in profound ways he can't seem to articulate.
Kaeya
He may not remember it most of the time, his memories a hazy blur of wine and charm, yet on the occasion he does recall you leaning his weight against you and dragging him home from the angel's share to heard him into bed and make him drink some water - swiping a damp cloth over his forehead in an attempt to sober him up just a little, lest he suffer another god awful hangover - he feels the sickeningly sweet feeling of what he refuses to admit is love settle at the pit of his stomach.
Kaveh
Oh he's far too flustered to admit that when he finds himself slumped against his desk, head on an array of architectural papers and pencil still in hand - waking up to instead realise he's propped up on a pillow, blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a freshly made cup of tea still emitting steam inches away - his heart does a little flip in his chest. He knows you know it's a bad habit he won't stop anytime soon, yet the little things you do show him just how much you care.
Kazuha
He's a wandering spirit, unable to stay in one place for too long, and though it pains him to leave you behind every now and then - he can't help but feel a little more in love every time he sees you at the dock, waving at him with that saccharine smile and unbridled enthusiasm. It's the knowledge that you'll always be here, waiting for him to inevitably follow his loyal heart back to you that keeps him going.
Kinich
In the rare moments Ajaw isn't trailing behind Kinich like a loud record that won't ever stop playing - much to both yours and Kinich's disdain - he can't help but allow himself the indulgence of your touch. He may not seem like a very touchy guy on the outside, which is partially true, but with Ajaw's frequent interference, physical contact is a luxury not often afforded. So he finds himself wrapping his arms around you like he'll be ripped away the next second, leaning into the warmth of your body like it's his saving grace.
Lyney
He's become so adept at maintaining the façade, the show persona, that when you see past it for the first time, he can't help but be thrown a little off guard. It's when you notice the fatigue under the performer, that he feels seen. It's an odd feeling for him but one he learns to embrace anyway, and one day he finds there's little more comforting than the warmth of your embrace when you ask after his wellbeing.
Neuvillette
Hardworking and hardly ever home should become the motto for Neuvillette's life sometimes, being chief justice of Fontaine means piles of paperwork makes their way onto his desk every time he so dares to glance away from it. It makes the bright afternoons where you slip into his office with lunch and a adoringly sweet kiss to his cheek all the more gratifying. Even spending those 30 minutes with you every few days makes the workload looming above him seem a little smaller.
Ororon
He's perfected the art of awkward fumbling and shy gaps in conversation at this point, no matter how close you get to each other he seems to never overcome this lull in interaction, though you find it endearing, he still flushes with embarrassment every time. Therefore he's come to favour the time he spends with you that takes place in comfortable silence. Whether you're helping him in the vegetable patch or simply sitting side pressed to side on the sofa together, minutes away from falling asleep - all of it soothes his anxious heart and lets him enjoy your company without the nerves of conversation.
Pantalone
For such a wealthy man, he's the farthest from profligate someone could be. Every expensive is documented and accounted for, yet somehow the jewel encrusted necklace that appears on your vanity one day seems to escape the logs. So does the subtly expensive perfume a few days later, then the flowers delivered to your workplace. When questioned, he'll deny any knowledge of such things, claiming they simply don't exist, but the way his lips curve upward when he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead is telling.
Sethos
He's a tease, a fact he won't even deny himself, especially when it comes to you. But then on occasion you'll find it amusing to return the favour, and suddenly he finds himself at a loss for what to do. He never expects you to turn the tables on him and whisper something in his ear or drag a finger down his chest in smug reciprocation, and it makes him blush and mumble something inaudible under his breath every time, much to your delight, he finds.
Thoma
Everyone on the Kamisato estate knows Thoma is arguably the best cook within a 50 mile radius, and he himself cannot deny that his skills in the kitchen are proficient. But on days housework and errands have made his muscles feel like lead and the thought of facing yet something else to tackle when he gets home makes him want to run in the opposite direction, walking through the front door to the smell of your already half finished cooking fills him with gratitude like no other. He'll smother you in kisses while you try and finish purely for taking the weight off his shoulders every now and again.
Tighnari
He's often up late, working on ranger schedules or logging another mushroom related incident as a result of yet another person that's not listened to his advice correctly - yet when he feels a pair of warm arms wind around his shoulders and your face settle into the crook of his neck - he can't help but feel an irresistible temptation to retreat back into the bed. He's been brushing off how tired he feels for at least an hour now and the way you murmur in his ear for him to give up and get some sleep has given him a fresh realisation of the weight in his bones. Maybe the work can be finished in the morning after all.
Venti
As the so called 'weakest archon', he's become used to falling into last place, and he doesn't even mind honestly - sometimes it's better to not have the pressure of being the most powerful. Yet the first time you call him 'my strong archon', he stops like a deer in headlights. He doesn't remember the last time someone referred to him like that, and so confidently too. For once the bard is genuinely flustered - having to turn away and bashfully hide his face before you can notice the impact those three words had on him. Maybe with you he can let himself feel like something other than the weakest.
Wanderer
He often finds himself awake during the night, restless and plagued by memories of the pasts he's lived. He won't admit it, but he doesn't want to burden you with the same, so he'll carefully extract himself from your embrace, pour himself a cup of the most black and bitter tea he could possibly make and head out to sit on the back step, staring up at the endless expanse of Teyvat's star smothered sky. He comes to realise merely minutes later, footsteps approach from behind. He won't turn to look - he knows it's you - but when you settle in next to him with your own cup and inevitably end up falling fast asleep against him moments later, he won't complain.
Wriothesely
Seldom does Wriothesley have the time to emerge to the surface, and that consequently results in very little shared time between the two of you. Therefore imagine his surprise when he returns to his office after seeing to a matter elsewhere in the fortress to find you perched on the edge of his cluttered desk, tea tray stocked and set beside you, with that knowing smirk dancing across your features. He's taken aback for all of a second before suddenly he's right in front of you, sweeping you up into his strong arms. A short break from his duties couldn't hurt.
Xiao
He's not used to being around people, that much is blatantly obvious after spending any amount of time in Xiao's company - he doesn't care for company much either. However after some persistence, he finds you've snuck your way into his space without him even realising, or caring at that - something about your companionship is less bothersome than most. You'll clamber your way up to the roof of wangshu inn most nights, perch yourself next to him and just... exist. He notes you don't scramble to fill the silence, you just lean against his shoulder and watch the stars with him.
Zhongli
He's lived for centuries, and every memory, every whisper of a ghost in the hallways of someone he used to know, is a burden he and he alone must bear. He's steeled himself to this reality - the price an archon must pay - yet when you, a mortal, string your hands through the golden tips of his hair, or gently trace the gold markings that line the charcoal skin of his forearms, listening intently to his stories like there's weight to each and every detail - the load on his heart feels just that little bit lighter.
A/N: This has been in my drafts for way too long why did i think this would take me like 10 mins </3
aether is telling you about his newest expedition in nod krai, mentioning things like columbina, and how much paimon loved their food. his new friends, new enemies, and a clue to his next journey... it was both breathtaking and hitching all at once and-
"and... oh, well you know how they are i- mmh!" it was already too late when your lips were on his, aether's eyes widen before easing into you.
he hadn't even realized it but he already had cupped your face and was already trying to lean into you for more. "huh? why'd you stop?"
kaveh is ranting to you about his most recent client, i mean, his infastructure was astounding, and certainly nothing went wrong with the prototype, who the hell just cancels out of nowhere?! what was this jerk even thinking??
"it's just- aarrgghh! infuriating!" you could see the steam coming out from his ears, his eyebrows quirking in his usual way. a small pout forming, and when his mouth finally was about to move- "an- mmm..."
he already had his hand tilting your chin upwards, letting out a pleased groan. "ah, leaving way too soon. you trying to tell me to shut up, or something?"
dottore and you were just walking in silence, silence that didn't include him. because for.. you stopped counting, but probably around fifteen minutes of just talking about his newest plan. something about... well probably snezhnaya and the gods again. you didn't really know.
"hah, can't you believe it. could mortals really be as... stupid?" - "what about me?" - "i know you aren't stupid enough to think you're includ-"
placing your lips on his briefly was enough for him to stop, and let you take the lead for a few steps. "you coming, zan'?" - "you... are interesting."
pantalone loves the time off he gets because god, he barely gets time off anymore. especially with the new currency plan he has in mind, and now he had the time to tell you all about it! so, what happens when that's not all you wanna hear from him?
"you see the pinnacle of my plan, yes? it's something i've been working on for a wh- mmm," he already closed his eyes, he was taken a bit aback yet he found himself already wanting more.
trying to lean in for one more before you pull away toooo far... "hmm? you started this, do you really wanna run off?"
itto being itto was him talking about his newest beetle, checking out how how its size would make any other challengers cower, you couldn't really find yourself wanting to listen. not when you hadn't seen him in a week and this is what he was doing?
"can you believe it, babe?! i beat him before ten second even hit the clock, i'm just amaz- mmhmmm! mmmh..." before he knew it he already (and very nervously) placed his arms around your waist.
"good... lord, you taste... nice, baby, is that the chapstick i got you last week? ack! okay, sorry!"
cyno is haha very tediously telling you a joke. and you just couldn't take it anymore so you just leaned in and made sure it was a gesture he wouldn't forget about and would stop telling you about how a shoe made out of a banana its called a slipper.
"wasn't that funny? why... babe, why aren't you laughing, beautiful? did i- mmmh." for how 'funny' his jokes are, he finds his hands caressing the sensitive skin of your lower back. pulling your closer by your waist.
"mmm, you... you are something." - "better than your jokes?" - "ill have to consider, you're a good kisser."
tighnari was just talking and talking and talking about the mushrooms he had been recently using for the dishes he had been so insistent on cooking. in which he did but realized pretty late that you had left that dish untouched, thinking of touching something else instead.
"and, you know how often these appear? how lucky are we that we have them growing our garden? baby? are you li- mmh!" you could already visualize his ears pointing upwards in the shock, only to feel him lean into your lips a little more.
"you... you are so... you are gonna be the death of me."
durin has you leaning on his shoulder while the rest of your friends danced in the middle of angel's share. sharing apple juice with each other that felt even more romantic and cheesy than it should've.
it was cute in a way really, it got to a point where varka and albedo have commented, and now here he was. your favorite dragon talking about his newest conch he-
"-found in liyue, isn't that great? hat guy took me out there, i wish you were there. all the views reminded me of you. so here, keep the co- what are y- mmn..." subconsciously his wings flap at the sudden warm sensation on his lips.
"y- you... what?"
lohen is busy talking to you about his latest encounter with the abyss. ringing an arm around your shoulder as he shows you around, pulling you close and super distinctively inhales your scent in. i hope you know that he cuts off a lot of his sentences just to tell you how nice you smell and look and are today.
"geez. you're amazing, i can't help but appreciate y- mmmn! mmn..." you can tell he was a little surprised but pulls you in more. it really get to a point where you need to pull away to breathe.
"oh? you seem excited. now you wanna back away."
varka is the kind of guy to pull you in by the waist, and starts to trail his kisses down your neck that turns to bites. has his free hand already cupping your face. it's so habiskjdasdjkhsa that the guy who was trying to hit on you just a moment ago. he would've just told the guy to fuck off but he doesn't mind this either.
"oh? what makes you think they aren't take- huh? what's that ba- mmn!" taken offguard the moment he feels you on him but again, hey. he likes showing off what's his.
A/N: idk just a random new idea, watch me get more and more unserious with every character you pass
Aether
❝Agh-...shit...❞ - he holds back his sounds as he moans and curses into his hand
❝ Mh-no, like that, yeah...move like that...good❞ - he bites his lip as his lust drowned eyes stare up at you, holding your thighs tight for stability
❝Slower?...okay❞ - speeds up with a slight laugh, stopping seconds later to slow down again
Albedo
❝This spot? Yeah?...knew it...❞ - it's rare for you to see him smug, but that smirk he will give you when he finds out his guess was right is something else
❝Hold still for me...yes?❞ - he pushes your thighs apart, settling down comfortably between them as he dives in
❝Some interesting sounds you make...❞ - and he will carve them into his mind. When you're away he will remember them, will miss them, miss you and everything about you
Al-Haitham
❝Keep quite...❞ - there's no harshness in his words, just slight desperation as he breaths those words in your ear as he fucks you on the couch in his shared house with Kaveh, while he is asleep in his room
❝Tell me what you want...come on, you can do it. Speak up.❞ - sometimes the way he talks to you is infuriating, like he's talking to a stupid child. It not only embarrasses you when he speaks so teasingly, it makes you angry, frustrated, and maybe a bit turned on
❝If you can't watch your hands i won't watch my teeth.❞ - you tugged on his precious hair, so he can't help but tease you even more as he eats you out
Ayato
❝Mmm...yeah...❞ - he's rather quite, Ayato hums more, right in your ear with such a disgusting smirk because he knows any sound he does will drive you wild
❝Don't overestimate yourself, hm?❞ - he always says the same as you sink down on him. He knows exactly that his tip just puts too much pressure on your cervix. He might tease you, but he doesn't want to hurt you
❝I got you...don't worry, i got you...❞ - while you come down from your high...did he came himself? No, but it's okay. You're his number 1 priority
Baizhu
❝So...warm...❞ - no matter how many times you two have sex, your warmth will always overwhelm him
❝Shh...you don't know who might come in.❞ - he doesn't take many risks but god he can't hold himself back when you help him out in Bubu Pharmacy
❝I'll take care of it...don't worry.❞ - look, he's a doctor, a people pleaser and helper, ofc he only takes care of you and not of himself
Capitano
❝Take it slow, theres no rush.❞ - says the big guy with the prettiest cock and he doesn't even know it
❝Do you need a break? No?...heh...alright then...❞ - proceeds to rearrange your guts
❝What did i tell you?❞ - he means please, tell him please, ask nicely with manners like he taught you
Childe
❝Naww, someones needy huh? It went riiight in, with no problem.❞ - I bet you can practically hear and see the smug look on this abominations face
❝Look baby i don't wanna hurt you, yeah? You need to tell me when i go too hard.❞ - just a little nice check in for him. He wants to make sure you know you are always free to tell him off, he doesn't want to force himself on and in you
❝Good? Hah-ah-...yeah...thought so...❞ - sometimes the smugness will flatter, especially once he's close...you don't know who enjoys it more, him or you
Cyno
❝You hear that?...Thats you...❞ - he pumps his fingers in and out of you, slow and fast, changing pace. But no matter how fast or slow, he absolutely loves when you're as wet as you can get
❝Are you certain that you really want th-! Ouch why'd you slap me-❞ - he always asks the same, over and over again, it's nice that he keeps asking for your consent but at this point it annoys you like...bro you already been between my legs for like 30mins I had enough time thinking about it
❝Where?...ah-quick tell me-❞ - whenever he doesn't wear a condom and realistically...I don't think condoms exist in genshin lol
Dainsleif
❝So desperate...it's almost cute.❞ - he knows it's basically a long distance relationship considering he's almost never there. That's what makes it even "better" for him when you two see each other. He can't help but tease
❝Calm down, we're not in a rush.❞ - basically the first, same vibe, call me lazy lol
❝Still...gh-taking it so well...❞ - uhhh yeah we have a theme here
Diluc
❝You look cold...i could warm you up...❞ - sometimes him being smooth works, sometimes not, and sometimes he just sounds like a cheaper version of himself (Batman)...or sometimes he does what Kaeya says-
❝Where's the 'please'?❞ - he's so well mannered it's scary, so he expects the same for you too. Say please and thank you
❝Maybe if you would've behaved like I told you to, we wouldn't be here right now.❞ - he says it so calm as he fucks you against the cold stone wall behind Angels share in the middle of the night where any drunken idiot could see...or the patrols...that are very much sober (hopefully???)
Dottore
❝Hm? This? Oh, thats just for documentation.❞ - he records your voice...he literally studies your reactions and change in voice.
❝I won't tell you again, hold still.❞ - he isn't scared of tying you up at all so either hold still or be held still
❝...hm...you're too quite...❞ - he literally wants the Tsaritsa to hear like???
Freminet
❝Ngh-h-hey-calm down or else-!❞ - WE LOBE SUB BOYS, I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM, WE LOVE SUB BOYS
❝This is...new...yeah...❞ - he's a explorer but he also wants to be explored sksksksksk
❝So-warm-!❞ - uhm...self explanatory. When he enters you it's warm lol
Gorou
❝Wdym I'm in heat AGAIN?!❞ - he can't help but not be horny like?? Have you seen yourself??
❝Agh-...i tried to br gentle but you just-❞ - no self control, smh
❝Right there? See...told you i won't forget.❞ - he's eating you out, and still remembers your most sensitive spots like it's craved in his mind...because it is
premise. you’re good at pretending you’re fine. he’s even better at seeing through you. when pressure and burnout start catching up to you, the way each genshin boy steps in makes it clear you matter more than you realize.
1. He recognizes the signs because he’s lived them before.
The shadows under your eyes, the way your breath shortens even when you’re still, the isolation you wrap around yourself in like armor—it’s all familiar to him. He’s seen it in his own reflection, long before he ever learned to name it. Only, your burden isn’t karmic debt, and that makes it worse in his eyes; you’re choosing to endure this, believing it’s the only way. He knows exactly where that belief leads.
2. At first, he keeps his distance.
You stay up through the night, candle flickering low, papers scattered across your table. He watches from the rooftop, arms crossed, silent as the stars above him. He tells himself it’s not his place, that mortals have their own ways of enduring—their own choices, their own suffering—but every time you skip a meal, every time you pull another sleepless night, that thread inside him coils tighter. It reminds him of a past he wouldn’t wish on anyone.
He gives in sooner than he expects.
3. He confronts you not with anger but with a plea.
“You’re hurting yourself.”
You wave it off. “It’s just a busy week.”
His eyes narrow, frustration and something more fragile pooling behind them. “That’s what I told myself,” he says quietly. “And it didn’t save me.”
It’s then you understand: his worry isn’t about weakness. He’s worried because you’re repeating a pattern he barely survived.
4. He begins to linger, seen or unseen but always close.
Sometimes he leaves food. Sometimes his hand stops yours when you reach for your books after dark.
If you protest, he shakes his head. “Even the strongest thread will fray. Even the strongest soul has limits.”
He says it less like a warning and more like a memory from someone who has broken before.
5. He finally tells you why.
One evening, after finding you asleep at your desk again, he confesses. “I bore my suffering in silence. I thought that made me strong. But it only made me disappear.”
He kneels beside you, not as the Conqueror of Demons, no mask—just Xiao.
“You’re not meant to carry pain like this. Alone. Or at all.”
6. He doesn’t want to “fix” you. He just refuses to leave you alone in it.
Xiao knows better than to force healing. He doesn’t ask you to quit or abandon your goals. He just brings you water when your throat goes dry. He moves your hand away from the ink when sleep pulls you under.
And sometimes, when you finally take a break, he simply sits beside you in silence, offering his presence like a shield. Not to fight for you, but to fight with you. Sharing the weight so it doesn’t crush you.
7. When you ask why he’s so gentle, his answer is simple.
“Because I know what it feels like to believe suffering is your purpose.” He looks at you with ancient golden eyes, quiet and unflinching. “And I know how it feels to wish someone had stopped you.”
kaeya
1. He catches on fast, but he doesn’t let you know at first.
He observes the way you stumble into the Favonius library half-asleep. The way your jokes start sounding hollow. The way your hands shake slightly when you gather your belongings.
He notices everything, but instead of confronting you outright, he watches and waits. Because if he says something too soon, you’ll deflect. He knows that look in your eyes. He’s worn it before.
2. He starts teasing you, but there’s a sharp edge to it.
“Working hard, or hardly living?” he asks as you pass each other in the courtyard.
He smirks, but his eyes linger a little too long. He’s not just being playful—he’s prodding. Testing. Waiting to see how far you’ll let this go.
When you respond with a tired laugh, he stops smiling the moment you turn away.
3. He starts interfering in subtle, Kaeya ways.
Suddenly, your paperwork gets rerouted. Your less urgent assignments are mysteriously taken care of by someone else. You suspect something, but no one owns up to it.
(Meanwhile, Kaeya just whistles to himself as he shuffles behind Jean’s desk, filing forms under other names.)
4. When you snap at him from exhaustion, he drops the charm.
You’re overwhelmed, frustrated, and barely holding it together. He makes one offhand comment—too well-timed—and you crack. You say something sharp, or maybe you just burst into tears.
He doesn’t joke this time. He walks over, places a hand on your shoulder, and quietly says, “Alright. That’s enough. Come with me.”
5. He drags you out—literally, if needed.
Whether it’s to a tavern booth, the fields overlooking the city, or his own cluttered office couch, he gets you somewhere quiet and safe.
He lets you vent. Or cry. Or sleep.
And when you finally go quiet, he murmurs, “You don’t need to break yourself just to prove something. Not to them, not to me, and definitely not to yourself.”
6. He opens up, not with drama, but honesty.
Kaeya doesn’t talk about himself easily. But when he sees you struggling with the weight of expectations, he lets his own mask slip just enough.
“You know, I’ve spent years pretending everything’s fine. Holding the city together with a smile and a glass of wine. It catches up to you, eventually.” He chuckles, bitter and soft. “You’re not weak for needing rest. You’re smart if you take it before exhaustion eats you alive.”
7. He uses charm as a shield, but his actions speak for him.
He’ll still flirt, still joke, still act like he’s just checking in for fun. But you’ll find a warm meal left on your desk. A blanket tossed over your shoulders. A carefully worded letter handed to your superior asking for a day off—“On urgent Cavalry Captain business,” of course.
8. When you finally give in and rest, he stays close.
Kaeya isn’t the type to hover, but when you’re asleep on his couch or passed out over your books, he lingers nearby. He nurses a drink, watches the fire, and speaks into the air, “Don’t become like me. Please.”
He never says it to your face. But he means it.
wanderer
1. He notices your burnout before you do, and it ticks him off.
You’re waking up with three hours of sleep, skipping meals, muttering about deadlines with ink-stained hands. Wanderer watches you rub your eyes raw and shuffle through your fifth task of the day, and his first reaction isn’t concern; it’s irritation.
“Are you seriously doing this to yourself again?”
Because you remind him too much of himself, throwing your whole existence at something because it makes you feel like you matter. And he hates it.
2. He gets angry not at you, but at what you’re doing to yourself.
At first it comes out as sarcasm. Sharp, cold words: “Oh? Burning the candle at both ends again? Don’t worry—if you collapse, I’m sure someone will scrape you off the floor.”
You bristle—of course you do—and that’s when he snaps.
“Why do you think this is okay? Why are you letting yourself fall apart like this?”
There’s hurt buried deep in his voice. He doesn’t even realize he’s yelling for himself, too.
3. He storms off, but he always comes back.
After blowing up, he disappears for a few hours. When he returns, he’s quieter. Still bitter, still defensive, but with a plate of food or a thermos of tea shoved toward you.
“Don’t read into it. You looked pathetic. Someone had to do something.”
4. He doesn’t understand why you’re doing this, and that terrifies him.
“You’re not a machine. Not a tool. So why are you treating yourself like one?”
It slips out in a moment of vulnerability. You look at him—really look—and he hates the way your eyes mirror exhaustion he knows too well.
“You’re not a puppet like me. You don’t have to be.”
5. He starts interrupting your routine on purpose.
He’ll close your book mid-sentence. Physically turn off your lamp. Pull you away from your work, grumbling the whole time.
“No one’s asking you to kill yourself over this.”
And if you push back? He’ll say it again, sharper this time: “No one is asking this of you. So why are you acting like it’s the only way you’ll be worth something?”
6. Eventually, he admits why it bothers him so much.
One night, you’re too tired to argue, and he finally speaks without venom.
“I didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, didn’t stop. Not because anyone told me to, but because I thought if I just kept moving, I wouldn’t feel anything. If I was useful enough, maybe…it would matter that I existed.” He laughs, bitter and hollow. “It didn’t work.”
After a long moment, he adds, “Don’t be like me.”
7. When you finally rest, he’s more protective than he wants to admit.
You fall asleep with your head on your desk. He doesn’t wake you. He just sighs, pulls off his cloak, and drapes it over your shoulders. Then he sits beside you with his arms crossed, glaring at anyone who so much as glances your way.
“Sleep. I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”
8. Slowly, you learn to rest. Not just because he makes you, but because you want to.
You nap beside him while he reads. You share meals without thinking about the time. You let him be your excuse when someone asks too much of you. (“Sorry, Wanderer threatened to throw me in a lake if I skipped dinner.”)
And when you finally finish a project without burning yourself out, you find him leaning against the wall, arms folded, looking smug.
“See? Turns out you’re not hopeless after all.”
But the way he ruffles your hair on the way out tells a different story.
neuvillette
1. He notices. Of course he does.
You’ve been skipping meals. Staying at your desk too long. Reading until your eyes burn. He doesn’t ask what the work is—school? career? research?—because that isn’t the part that matters. What matters is the slump of your shoulders. The tremor in your hands. And the fact that you’re mortal.
“You do not have centuries,” he murmurs once, watching you scribble past sunset.
You don’t catch it. Or maybe you pretend not to.
2. He doesn’t confront you, not at first.
Neuvillette believes in autonomy, in understanding silence, in not overstepping. So at first, he simply adjusts his rhythm to yours: he brings water when you forget, opens the window when the air gets stale, and pauses by your shoulder and gently suggests, “Perhaps you could rest your eyes.”
You smile faintly and say, “Soon.”
But “soon” becomes never.
And when you fall asleep at your desk for the third night in a row, he says nothing. But the rain taps against the windowpane that night—just enough to mist the glass.
3. The turning point is distinctly him.
One evening, you stir awake from a nap you hadn’t meant to take. Your blanket has been tucked around you neatly. A warm drink rests on your desk, still steaming. And beside it, in his careful, slanted handwriting, Please do not burn out for a future you haven’t been given yet.
You touch the letter. And only then do you realize how closely he’s been watching—not just your habits, but your mortality.
4. He begins setting an example for both of you.
Neuvillette has never been good at rest. But when he sees you trying to pull another all-nighter, he quietly closes his law books and says, “I’ve taken the liberty of canceling my meetings tomorrow. We will both be resting.”
You blink. “Both?"
“...Yes. I find myself in need of it as well.”
That’s when it hits you: he’s not just doing this for you. He’s learning how to stop drowning himself in duty because he wants to be around for you.
You ask him why, once, and he tilts his head, rain-soft eyes meeting yours. “Because you are burning the candle at both ends, and I am the only one here who does not run out of wax.”
You don’t know what to say to that, so you say nothing. But you put your work down, and you sit beside him.
5. The rain falls when he thinks of what he cannot protect.
You collapse—not dramatically, not with a cry, just a quiet folding into yourself one night after working too long. He catches you, barely. The moment your weight leans into him, the first drop hits the roof. By the time he lays you on the couch and presses a hand to your brow, the rain is a steady, gentle sorrow.
“This is not a burden I asked you to bear,” he says softly.
But your fingers twitch for his; even unconscious, you reach for him. And the rain lightens.
6. Eventually, he says what he means.
You’re recovering, sleeping more, and eating better. You’ve made small changes, but you still feel the pressure to use your time well. One night, you apologize for being a “burden,” and that’s when he finally breaks his silence.
“No,” he says, with a quiet finality that makes the air still. “You are not a burden. You are a flame. You are days and decades and wonder compressed into something finite. And I—” He pauses. “I am someone who will remain long after your light fades. So allow me, while you are here, to help you burn brighter. Not faster.”
You stare at him.
The rain does not fall.
And for once, you see the weight he carries: the guilt of longevity. The fear of outliving everything that matters.
7. He doesn’t stop being the Iudex, but for you, he makes space.
He invites you to sit in his office sometimes—not to work, but to rest, to read, to share the same air. He walks you home when you stay late and waits for you at the Court steps when you forget the time.
And sometimes, he doesn’t say anything at all; he merely takes your hand, brings it to his lips, and closes his eyes like he’s memorizing your pulse because you will not last forever, but you are here now. And that, to him, is sacred.
kazuha
1. He notices your imbalance like a change in the air.
It’s not just how tired you look. It’s how often you say “just a bit more,” how your tea goes cold beside you, and how you haven’t watched a single sunset with him in over a week. He doesn’t say anything at first, but his concern is quiet and steady, lingering like mist.
2. He stays close, even when you say you’re fine.
You insist you’re just busy. He nods but keeps showing up anyway. Sometimes he brings dinner and eats with you on the floor while you work. Other times, he silently reorganizes your scattered papers just so you can find what you need more easily.
He doesn’t pry. He just makes sure you’re not alone in it.
3. He doesn’t romanticize your suffering.
Kazuha understands the weight of obligation, the desire to hold everything together by yourself. He’s been there. But when he sees you start skipping meals, sleeping in short bursts, and barely reacting when he enters the room, he puts his foot down.
“You’re running yourself into the ground. This isn’t sustainable, and it’s not fair to you.”
4. He uses everyday moments to pull you back.
One afternoon, he brings you out into the garden without giving you time to argue. “Ten minutes. Just breathe with me. You can go back to it after.”
The sun is warm. The breeze is soft. You don’t make it back inside for another hour.
And somehow, everything hurts a little less.
5. When you finally break, he’s there.
It’s late. You’re shaking, frustrated, exhausted, ashamed. You whisper that you’re not doing enough—if you stop, everything will fall apart.
Kazuha wraps you in his arms, gentle but firm. He doesn’t hush you. He doesn’t offer platitudes. He simply breathes with you.
“Even drifting leaves know where to land.”
You don’t know if he means you or him. But either way, you believe it.
6. He opens up about his own past, gently.
“Before I left Inazuma, I thought I had to carry my grief alone. That if I let go, I’d forget him. Or fail him somehow.” He doesn’t name Tomo directly, but you know. “But clinging to pain isn’t loyalty. And pushing yourself until you break isn’t strength.”
7. He leaves you notes and poems as reminders.
Remember to eat. There’s onigiri in the basket.
I’m waiting for you by the docks at sunset. Just fifteen minutes, if you can spare them.
You’re doing enough.
When you spend too long buried in papers, he sits near the open window and hums old Inazuman tunes—melodies from a time before the storms. Sometimes he whistles songs you once told him you liked.
8. Over time, he helps you build slower rhythms.
He encourages small changes, like taking your work outside when the weather’s good, stepping away when you hit a wall, and letting yourself exist without being productive. And he keeps showing up. Not to rescue you, but to walk beside you while you figure it out.
“You don’t need to prove your worth by wearing yourself out. You’re enough, just as you are. Even when you rest.”
itto
1. At first, he thinks you’re just being “Super dedicated.” Then he catches you passing out on a pile of papers.
He pokes your cheek. No response. He pokes harder. Still nothing.
“…Uhhh. Okay. This is either really bad, or you’ve just entered some kind of secret meditative ninja state.”
(Spoiler: it’s really bad.)
2. His response? Chaos. Immediate, well-meaning chaos.
He bursts into your office the next day with five onigiri, a straw mat, and a gang member holding a shamisen for “vibe support.”
“Alright! Operation Save the Boss from the Evil Paper Demons is underway!”
You protest. He shushes you with a finger to your lips and zero personal space.
“You’ve been promoted. To Taking-a-Nap Officer. Now c’mon. Eyes closed. That’s an order.”
3. He treats resting like a team sport. And you’re on his team now.
Can’t sleep? He tells stories (bad ones).
Won’t eat? He challenges you to a dumpling-eating contest.
Still anxious? He tries to “Scare the stress away” by pretending to fight it in the corner.
“This one’s for that overdue report! HIIYAH!”
4. Eventually, he gets serious. As serious as Itto can get.
One night, after dragging you outside for fresh air and bug-catching, he glances sideways and says, “Hey… You don’t gotta be perfect all the time, y’know?”
You laugh it off. He doesn’t.
“Nah, I mean it. You think the Arataki Gang would follow me if I acted like I didn’t need breaks? Or fun? Or help?”
You stare. He shrugs.
“Being strong’s not about going nonstop. It’s about knowin’ when to stop, so you can keep goin’. That’s what makes a real boss.”
5. From then on, you get regular “Arataki Break Attacks.”
They’re loud, unexpected, and unavoidable. You’re elbow-deep in paperwork? BOOM. He bursts through the window with mochi and a picnic blanket. Stressed from a deadline? He brings the gang to do your chores (badly).
“We filed your papers alphabetically! …Sort of!”
You should be annoyed, but the laughter helps more than you admit.
6. One day, you finally break down, and he catches you.
You’re overwhelmed. Quietly crumbling. He finds you curled on your futon, staring at nothing. And for once, his presence isn’t loud.
He kneels. Offers you his forehead, gently.
“I don’t know how to fix what’s hurtin’ you. But I’m here. For however long it takes.”
You grip his sleeve. He holds you like you’re gold.
“You’re not a job. You’re you. And I like that person just the way they are.”
7. He makes recovery feel like living.
Not just resting, not just surviving—he reminds you how to have fun again. Whether it’s beetle battles, fireworks, or dancing terribly at a festival, he’s there, arm slung around you, grin wide, heart full.
“Work’ll still be there tomorrow. But right now? You got an Arataki-brand life to live!”
And somehow, with him beside you, the world feels lighter.
aether
1. He notices your exhaustion before you ever speak it out loud.
Aether lives by reading people—he’s had to, traveling alone for so long. Others believe you when you say you’re fine, but Aether watches the small things: the too‑slow blinks, the silence you sit in like it’s a weight, the way you stare at your tasks as if they’re cliffs that keep growing higher. You rub your temples and forget to eat the food Paimon hands you.
Paimon huffs, “Seriously? That’s the third untouched meal today!”
Aether doesn’t comment. He just gravitates closer. He’s used to carrying burdens alone, but he refuses to watch someone else fall into that habit.
2. His concern is gentle but incredibly persistent.
Aether never nags. He simply appears with the things you need: sliced fruit next to your work, a blanket around your shoulders, tea steeped exactly the way you like it. Paimon keeps mysteriously dropping snacks onto your desk like a tiny, floating delivery service.
If you insist you’re “just tired,” he lifts his brows like he’s heard that excuse in every nation and never believed it once. He helps adjust your posture so your neck won’t hurt, refills your ink, hands you the thing you keep reaching for and missing because your vision’s going blurry.
3. When you snap, he doesn’t pull away.
You’re frustrated, overwhelmed, and maybe a little sharp with him.
He just steps closer, calm and steady. “Alright,” he murmurs. “Let’s take a break.”
There’s no judgment in his voice—just patience and a grounding gentleness firm enough that you can lean on it.
4. He worries when you push yourself too far.
You slump onto a bench after a long day, pale and trembling. He kneels instantly, hands hovering, not touching you until you give him a faint nod. He hadn’t realized until that moment how tightly he’d been orbiting you—how you’d become one of the anchors keeping him grounded in a world that still didn’t feel like home.
“You scared me,” he whispers. “Please don’t disappear.”
You’re confused; you weren’t going anywhere. But Aether has lost people; he knows what “here one moment, gone the next” feels like. And he’s terrified of feeling it again.
5. He opens up only when he thinks you can’t hear.
Paimon grumbles about how worried she was, but Aether silently moves your hair from your face with careful fingers and tucks his cloak around you. He stares at the glimmering stars above with a distant, melancholy expression—one you’ve seen when he thinks about Lumine.
That loneliness flickers across him like a shadow.
He whispers, thinking you’re asleep, “I don’t want you to burn yourself out chasing something alone like I did.”
5. He disrupts your routine in deceptively gentle ways.
Aether never shuts your work away. He instead rearranges reality around you. He opens windows before the air gets stuffy. Adjusts the lighting so your eyes don’t strain. Reorganizes your cluttered desk into something workable. Silently takes half your errands onto his own list.
When you ask why he’s treating you like you’re made of glass, he gives a small smile. “It’s not that you’re fragile. It’s that you don’t realize how much you’re carrying.”
6. When you wake, he finally lets his guard down.
“You don’t have to be strong all the time,” he says softly. “Or push through everything by yourself.”
His golden eyes hold yours, warm as sunrise breaking through fog.
“I know what it feels like when it seems the world won’t slow down for you. When resting feels dangerous. When you think stopping means falling behind.” He reaches for your hand. “But you’re not alone anymore. Let me shoulder some of it, okay?”
With Aether, it’s never just words. For once, he resolves not to walk forward by himself.
tighnari
1. He diagnoses your burnout instantly.
He takes one look at your slumped posture, the way you squint at the daylight, and sighs like he’s witnessing a natural disaster.
“Come here,” he says, already closing the distance. He tilts your chin up with a gloved hand, eyes scanning your face. “Sluggish pupil response. Pale complexion, dark circles… Your circadian rhythm is committing unspeakable crimes.”
You try to laugh it off. He doesn’t.
“Honestly,” he mutters, “you look worse than a withering zone.”
His tone is dry enough to parch a forest, but his touch stays delicate as he checks your pulse.
2. His worry comes out as exasperation.
The more worried Tighnari gets, the more his snark ramps up.
“Oh, wonderful. You’re dehydrated, sleep-deprived, and haven’t eaten a proper meal in… let me guess—since yesterday morning? Congratulations. You’ve achieved the disaster trifecta.”
When you snap that you’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, he gives you a look so flat it could level a hillside.
“If that were true, we wouldn’t be having this discussion.”
There’s no anger, just the protective frustration of someone who’s patched up far too many self‑neglecting rangers and refuses to let you join their ranks.
3. The moment he realizes talking won’t work, he shifts into caretaker mode.
A glass of water is pushed into your hands. Then a plate of food. Then a blanket. He fusses without admitting he’s fussing.
You ask if he’s babying you. He raises a brow.
“If I were babying you, I’d have hauled you to the nearest bed and put you into a mandatory nap.” He pauses. “…Don’t tempt me.”
4. Every comforting gesture comes disguised as “practical necessity.”
He’ll brew a herbal infusion “to reduce inflammation,” then sit beside you until you finish the entire cup. He’ll braid your hair out of your face “to prevent sensory interference.” If you lean back too quickly, his hand is already behind your chair. “To avoid concussion,” he claims.
Each act appears outwardly efficient and logical until you look closely enough to see the warmth threaded through every motion. Point it out, and he clears his throat, ears flicking in embarrassment.
“It’s called preventative care. Don’t make it weird.”
5. He keeps an eye on you even though he pretends he’s not.
Every time you stand up too fast? He’s there. Every time you yawn? A pointed stare. When you stumble over your words because you’re exhausted? His pen pauses mid‑stroke.
“You’re at 40% functionality,” he informs you one afternoon.
You groan. “Can you not quantify my suffering?”
“It helps me track how close you are to collapsing.”
“…Okay, maybe quantify a little.”
6. When you push yourself too hard, he stops being sarcastic and starts being firm.
The day you reach for more materials while visibly wobbling, Tighnari steps directly into your path, eyes narrowing. “Sit. Down.”
It isn’t a suggestion; it’s a command forged from years of keeping rangers alive in conditions they had no business surviving. And you obey, because it’s the first time he sounds genuinely upset.
“Please take care of yourself,” he murmurs, his expression full of hurt. “Exhaustion proves nothing except how far a person can push themselves before they break.”
7. Once you’re resting, his protectiveness becomes instinctive.
The second you fall asleep, Tighnari is in full guardian mode. He adjusts your pillow. He checks your temperature. He angles a lamp so it won’t shine in your eyes. Outside, he warns the rangers, “If anyone disturbs this room, I will assign you to fungal spore sampling duty for a month.”
Collei salutes. The other rangers flee.
He sits beside your bed with a botanical manual open, though he doesn’t turn a single page. His hand lightly brushes your blanket as if reassuring himself you’re still there. When your eyes finally flutter open, he looks relieved in a way he tries very hard to hide.
“You slept for six hours,” he says with a halfhearted scold. “…Good. You needed it.”
thoma
1. He notices the small changes first.
You’re not meeting his eyes as often. Your sentences get shorter. You keep saying “almost done” with a tired smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. And the first time you cancel dinner plans—something you usually look forward to—he knows for certain.
You’re drowning. Quietly.
So he knocks on your door that night, holding a thermos and a neat box of onigiri. “I wasn’t sure if you ate today,” he says gently. “Mind if I sit with you a while?”
2. He doesn’t tell you to stop. He reminds you it’s okay to slow down.
“I get it—sometimes you want to prove you can handle it all. I’ve been there,” he says as he sets things out, watching the tension in your shoulders with concern. “But just because you can carry something doesn’t mean you should do it alone.”
And for some reason, that hits harder than any admonishment could have.
3. He starts checking in more often but never pushes.
A warm drink appears on your desk during long afternoons. Laundry you forgot about ends up folded neatly on your chair. He even brings Taroumaru once, claiming “a surprise wellness check from the best boy in Inazuma.”
He never makes you feel guilty for being overwhelmed. He just keeps showing up, gentle and dependable.
4. When you finally crash, he’s by your side.
You fall asleep at your desk, shoulders tense, fingers still curled around your pen. When you stir awake, the lights are lower, a blanket is tucked around you, and Thoma’s coat is folded beneath your arm like a pillow. He’s sitting beside you, reading so he won’t disturb you. He looks up with relief.
“Hey,” he greets. “You scared me a little there.”
He’s silent for a moment.
“Next time…let me help before it gets to this point, yeah?”
5. When you say you didn’t want to burden him, that he already does so much, something in his expression shifts.
He lets out a breath—half fond, half aching—and shakes his head. “That’s what people like us do, isn’t it? We take care of everyone else and forget we deserve care too.”
He takes your hand, his thumb brushing lightly across your knuckles.
“I’m here because I want to be. Not because you need rescuing. Because you matter. Even when you’re not accomplishing anything—especially then.”
6. From then on, he makes “doing nothing” feel like something special.
A slow meal on the engawa as the breeze rustles the wind chimes. Shared silence under the stars. An understanding glance when you sigh and confess, “I still feel behind.”
He leans back on his hands, looking up at the sky, and replies, “Behind what? The world isn’t going anywhere. But if you burn yourself out… it’ll lose something no one can replace.”
7. And when you finally begin to let go of the pressure—just a little—he’s there to catch you.
Not with grand gestures. But with rice balls, soft words, warm hands, and a steady heart. Because Thoma doesn’t need you to be perfect. He just wants you to stay.
diluc
1. He notices what you stop doing.
Diluc pays attention to patterns. You used to greet him in passing, pause to appreciate small things, hum while you worked—little marks of ease that brightened your days. When those habits fade, he notices instantly.
Years of managing people—and years of losing them—have made him acutely aware of what strain looks like. He doesn’t question you about it; he knows too well how inquiries can feel like pressure rather than concern.
2. Instead of confronting you, he begins adjusting the world around you.
Not the type to lecture or hover, Diluc is a man of action, efficiency, and solutions. Tedious errands you’d been meaning to get to are mysteriously handled by someone else. Deadlines shift. A warm drink appears near your workspace when you’re too focused to notice your own needs.
It all feels effortless, almost coincidental. That’s intentional. Diluc would rather lighten your burden without making you self‑conscious about it.
3. He addresses your exhaustion indirectly.
One evening, he finds you staring at a page without seeing it. The dim light flickers across your face and catches something in your eyes that stirs an old ache in him. He approaches, delicately closes the book beneath your hand, and says, “Walk with me.”
He leads you outside and through the vineyard, where the lanterns glow warm against the early night and the air carries the scent of earth and ripening fruit. Diluc never fills the silence. He lets it steady you, each unhurried step loosening your thoughts.
4. He grounds you through consistency.
He joins you for meals whenever schedules align. Some afternoons he stops by simply to share a few minutes of stillness. Other times, he works beside you turning, the silence into something companionable instead of isolating.
He never frames these moments as interventions. They are companionship: something he knows can keep a person from unraveling. You find yourself looking forward to the routine with him that seems to slow the world around you until it becomes manageable again.
5. He corrects your self‑criticism with a conviction that’s difficult to refute.
Whenever you insist you’re behind or not doing enough, Diluc listens without interrupting. When he finally responds, his voice is certain and sincere in a way that leaves little room for doubt.
“You carry more than you realize—and far more than anyone should expect of one person.” His gaze meets yours in earnest. “You’re capable, dependable, and far kinder than the world gives you reason to be. You don’t need to exhaust yourself to prove any of that.”
6. When you push too far, he meets you.
The night you nearly miss dinner, he appears at your doorway, hair loosened from the day, ungloved hands resting calmly at his sides.
“You’re late,” he says. “The food won’t stay warm.”
You begin to apologize, but he shakes his head.
“Eat first. The rest can wait.”
He sits across from you, arms crossed, pretending he’s not watching to ensure you eat.
7. When you finally admit how overwhelmed you are, he listens in a way that feels disarming.
You tell him it feels like everything will fall apart if you slow down, and his gaze softens in a way few ever see.
“Work can always be resumed,” he tells you. “You, however…cannot be replaced.”
Beneath his words lies the conviction of one who has already lost too much to relentless duty.
“I just don’t want to disappoint anyone,” you finally admit.
“You won’t,” he assures you firmly. “You do not owe this world exhaustion to prove your worth. You give it your presence, and that is more than enough.”
8. He becomes your safeguard against your own pressure.
Diluc does not smother or coddle. He simply remains a steady presence at your side as someone who cares deeply, and has learned—through mistakes he cannot undo—how important it is to catch a person long before they fall. Rather than save you from burning out, he prevents the flame from consuming you in the first place.
Diluc will never say the words outright, but it’s clear in the way he looks at you when he thinks you’re focused elsewhere: your well‑being is something he has quietly folded into his responsibilities, right alongside the winery and the city he once vowed to protect. And though he would never claim it aloud, supporting you matters to him every bit as much as any duty he’s ever carried.
childe
1. He’s deceptively perceptive when it comes to people he cares about.
Growing up with siblings means he’s witnessed every flavor of stubborn exhaustion, from his older brother pulling all-nighters to Teucer trying to avoid bedtime. So he picks up your signs quickly: the way you rub your eyes, the slight tremor in your hands, and the fact that you’re running purely on determination.
Everyone else buys the excuse that you’re “only a little tired.” Childe, on the other hand, narrows his eyes. “My little siblings lie better than that, and one of them is seven.”
2. He calls you out directly, but there’s softness under the bite.
Childe isn’t one for subtle warnings: “You can’t keep this up,” he says, crossing his arms. “You look like you fought a dragon bare-handed, and not in a way I’d brag about.”
You glare at him, and he only steps closer, voice dropping.
“You’re wearing yourself thin, comrade. I don’t like watching that happen.” It’s the most roundabout way he can say he’s worried.
3. If reminding you to rest doesn’t work, he resorts to mischief.
He steals the pen out of your hand mid-sentence. He lifts your notes above your reach (he’s annoyingly tall). He sits on your stack of textbooks like a smug cat.
If you protest, he grins. “Duel me for them.”
He’s not joking. He drops into a fighting stance in the middle of your room. You point out you’re exhausted.
“That’s why it’ll be fun.” He is insufferable. He is also trying to make you rest.
4. When your energy gives out, his instinct takes over.
You wobble, and he reacts instantly, catching you with one arm behind your back, the other guiding your head to his chest. His whole body shifts as if to angle himself between you and the world.
“Hey—stay with me.” His voice is low, tight. Not his usual playful tone.
You try to say you’re alright.
“Don’t. Don’t even finish that sentence.” His jaw is clenched, heartbeat wild against your cheek.
He scoops you up without hesitation, expression lethal. Anyone who so much as glances your way wrong on the walk back gets the kind of glare that promises consequences.
5. He cleans up your workspace like he’s securing a battlefield.
Once you’re resting, he surveys the room with a soldier’s eye and quietly puts everything in order—papers stacked, candles extinguished, hazards removed.
“You don’t have to take on the whole world by yourself,” he mutters under his breath.
Then, he sits beside your bed and brushes your forehead with the back of his hand, checking for fever. “I can take hits,” he says softly. “Doesn’t mean I enjoy watching someone else take them.”
6. Starting the next morning, he becomes more deliberate.
He brings breakfast and sits beside you until you eat. He walks you home whenever he can. He insists on taking some of your workload: “I’m good at carrying things. Work, bags, stubborn people who don’t know how to rest.”
When you apologize for worrying him, he only smirks and taps your forehead.
“Just don’t do it again. But if you start slipping, I’ll be there before you fall.”
7. His “rest plan” is… uniquely Childe.
He makes you a schedule. A battle-style schedule, color-coded into:
Mandatory Rest Periods
Nutrition Breaks (with treats—nonnegotiable)
Light Exercise
Hydration Checks (“Don’t test me. I have water and I have aim.”)
Supervised Work Sessions
He hands it to you with pride. “This is strategic efficiency. Trust me—General Childe knows what he’s doing.”
You point out he’s not actually a general.
“Don’t ruin this for me.”
8. And eventually, the truth slips out.
You find him watching you work, unusually quiet.
“You push yourself so hard it hurts to watch,” he says finally. “You work like you’re trying to earn your right to exist. But you’re not something that needs to prove its worth. You’re…” His voice falters. “…someone I care about. A lot.”
He clears his throat violently, as if honesty betrayed him.
“If you collapse again, I’m staying with you until you’re better. And that’s not a threat. That’s a promise.”
zhongli
1. He recognizes the signs long before you do.
The slight tremble in your fingers. The missed step on uneven cobblestone. The way your gaze sometimes flickers past him, unfocused, as if your thoughts are pulling you in too many directions at once.
He doesn’t intrude, but he sees. And in quieter moments, he remembers countless mortals who pushed themselves too far. So few ever stopped before the cost came due.
2. He doesn’t confront; he provides.
“You seem fatigued,” he remarks one afternoon over tea.
You smile. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
He stirs his cup, thoughtfully. “Even the strongest stone yields under constant strain.”
You brush it off with a laugh, and he doesn’t push. But the next time he invites you out, he phrases it differently: “Join me. Not for discussion, not for business. Simply to rest.” With him, invitations are never obligations.
3. He begins to anchor you in subtle ways.
He sends herbal blends meant for clarity and calm. Bowls of warm food appear with the simple explanation: “I worried you might skip a meal.” He asks you to accompany him on walks through Liyue Harbor’s quiet streets touched by sunset.
And when you protest, saying, “I should be working,” he meets your gaze with unwavering calm.
“And I should be elsewhere,” he says softly. “Yet I am here. And I would prefer your company over solitude.”
4. When exhaustion finally overtakes you, it wounds him more than it surprises him.
He finds you slumped over your desk, ink smudged across your hand. For a long moment, he only stands there, a quiet sorrow flickering across features that have seen ages pass. Then, he gathers you carefully, almost reverently, and carries you to the couch. He drapes his coat over you, its warmth and faint incense scent settling around you like a shield, and he remains by your side, eyes tracing the moonlight on your face.
“Morax would have named this stubbornness,” he murmurs. “But I believe… you simply fear stopping.”
5. When you finally ask why your wellbeing matters so deeply to him, he doesn’t hesitate.
“I have lived through the rise and fall of gods,” he says. “I have watched whole histories fade into legend, and legends fade into silence.” He turns toward you. “You are not a fleeting dynasty, meant only to be remembered or forgotten. You are someone I hope remains, not for legacy, but simply for yourself.”
6. He teaches you how to rest respectfully, without making you feel weak.
He walks you through gardens at dusk, where lanterns sway and cicadas sing. He reads aloud when your head is too heavy for thought. He speaks of rest not as luxury but as a form of wisdom in itself.
“Clarity is born from stillness, not exhaustion,” he reminds you, offering warm tea. “Even the sun must set to rise again. You, too, must allow yourself that cycle.”
And somehow, from him, it makes sense. With him, rest feels safe. It feels like something you are allowed to have.
7. And afterward—when you do pause, when you finally let yourself breathe—he stays.
Simply to exist beside you with quiet devotion. Because to him, you are not a task, nor a responsibility, nor a fleeting mortal life to be pitied.
He once governed wealth itself, but even with centuries behind him, there is nothing in his long life he has ever regarded as priceless in quite the way he regards you.
synopsis. what i think the genshin men would call their girlfriend!
tags. fluff , genshin men x fem!reader . THESE AREN'T JUST WHAT THEY CALL YOU, IT'S JUST WHAT THEY CALL YOU THE MOST! and yes there's doubles on the some one, comment if there's one that you don't know or aren't clear!
author's notes. if i didnt include your favourite please don't send hate, im very busy and i am struggling to focus on posting rn. NEW FORMAT BECUZ I WAS BORED THIS ISNT PERMANENT THIS IS THE ONLY TIME THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG
₊˚⊹ ᰔ warning: non, just fluffy fluff, might be a little ooc tbh idk tell me if i did smth wrong
₊˚⊹ ᰔ note: THIS IDEA SO CUTEEE I LOVE SMMMM, sorry for not posting alot school is fucking my ass, ans new layout yayaaaaa (i feel like i rushed some of them i don't really like how it turned out...)
Venti
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he absolutely adores you and your wings smm!!!
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he's the archon of freedom so seeing his lover being able to roam around freely with their wings like dove is absolutely adorable
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he love always sing and make poet about you and your beautiful wings, to him it's his greatest treasure and muse.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 sometimes he just love sitting down singing and making music with his lyre as you fly around him doing whatever you're doing, either just flying and enjoying the wind or chasing small animals.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 in some way the wind is always been on your side, not too strong to make struggle, or too soft to make you fall, it's somehow perfect (that's his doing but shhhh)
ᯓᡣ𐭩 sometimes he mess with you by making the wing extra fast which make you quickly lose control of your wings and maybe even falling doen while he sit there under the tree laughing his ass off
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he loves when you wrapped your wings around him, specially when cuddling. it's bring him warmth and make him feel even closer go you.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 when it's preening time he'll try to help you as much possible, he'll even ask if he can keep one of your feathers and put it on his hat as reminder that he belongs to you and you belong to him.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you both dislikes cat in way, he's allergic to cats and you being some kind of birds scared of them, so whenever either of you see one, you just flee away as soon as possible
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he'll always stay besides you when it's like strom or something because he knows that because of your wings the wind could easily toss you away.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he was quick to notice that whenever you're feeling sad your wings would fall down, and whenever you're feeling unsafe or upset you'd wrapped yourself with me your wings, he'll be quick to comfort you or even pull you away from the place you're not feeling comfortable in
ᯓᡣ𐭩 when he's drunk he loves to touch your wings and wrap himself in it like it's his safe place, where no one can see him besides you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 feathers all over his house? meh it's no problem, after all just a small toss of wind could easily gather all the feathers in one place.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if any way you got your wings hurt (either by accident or someone have done this to you) he'll show whoever did this WHY he's the anemo archon, but if it's an accident he'll just help you aide them and take care of you till they're fully healed
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he'll definitely call you dove or bridie as joke but he love using the other pet names like love and darling
Diluc
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you put the 'angel' in Angel's Share
ᯓᡣ𐭩 diluc never expected to see himself in a relationship let alone with someone as angelic as you (that's what he love to say)
ᯓᡣ𐭩 since he's mostly busy you can barely spend times together but he's greatful at least you have something else to occupy yourself with.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 when you first told him you wanted to work at bar with him so you can spend more times together he refused at first, not wanting his lover to work in place full of drunk people and he definitely didn't want you hanging around kaeya.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 but he'll let you help him transfer things from the winery to the Angel's Share since with your wings it doesn't take you much time.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he find it cute whenever you wrapped your wings around him when hugging or cuddling, it give him the feeling that you're close to him and that he'll do anything to protect you from anything.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he doesn't really mind your feathers getting anywhere, neither his bed , clothes or room but he does feel bad for the maids that have to clean it after you...
ᯓᡣ𐭩 preening isn't anything new to him since he has to take care of Noctua (btw that gis owl name, it's canon) but since your wings is way bigger he'll try to be gentle as not to hurt you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he loves your ability to travel fast between any places you want, oh the maids need something? don't worry you got this! oh there's something he needs to send to someone? you offer to do it.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 diluc only accept your offer because he knows you love to fly and you don't feel like he's pressuring you to do so.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he's quickly to step in when he noticed you're upset or feeling uncomfortable either around someone or just feeling unsafe
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he find it absolutely adorable whenever you're mad or upset with him (which is rarely) and you wrapped yourself in your wings to cover yourself, he find it hard to stay mad when you're this adorable
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you got your wings hurt by someone (either some kinda of mostly or some idiotic person) he'll let Adelinde take care of you while he go take care of the said person
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if it was of an accident like you flying into something or hitting yourself with a tree branch then he'll take care of you himself as he start disciplining you about how you should pay close attention next time.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you know he only say and do all this because he's afraid or losing you so you never take everything he say too harshly
ᯓᡣ𐭩 dear and angel is his to go when it come to pet names, but only behind closed doors, he's not pda person so he'll call you by your name or dear in good days
Kaeya
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he's the knight in shining armor to your angel.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 oh he FLIRT okay??
ᯓᡣ𐭩 absolutely adore your wings and find and chance to praise them and you, holding them lightly and even kissing them which always get you to giggle.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he love seeing you fly, he's free little angel flying above him is a sight to be hold.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he LOVES when you wrapped your wings around him, it make him feel special and he love picking you up above the ground so you can match his height
ᯓᡣ𐭩 feathers around his house? it's his pleasure, he always teases you about it but you know he uses some of them on his outfits
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he loves how expressive your wings are, always ruffling when happy or excited, quickly to cover you when shy or flustered, go down when upset or just wrapped them around you in defensive, it's one of his favorite things about you (trick question, everything about you is his favorite things)
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you got hurt drugging a mission or anything he won't show you but he's definitely WORRY, he'll stay besides you while barbra heals you, if it's small he'll just kiss the wound place on your wings and tell you to be more careful next time. if it's something BIG and you can't use your wings for few days he'll won't leave your side and insist on staying with you 24/7 despise being busy
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you need to teach him about preening because he'll probably won't understand how's that happening, but once he get full hand of it he'll insist on helping you do it everytime
ᯓᡣ𐭩 whenever he's drunk he'll start worshipping you, specially your wings with kisses and praises like you're some goddess
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "did it hurt when you fall from heaven?" you can't tell me he won't say that
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he treat you like you're his biggest achievement, isn't afraid to show ppl that you're his and he's yours.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 angel, dove, love. he's SUCKER for pet names, if it's cute he's gonna use it
Aether
ᯓᡣ𐭩 our sweet boy aether that I'll definitely NOT tolerate any hate twords
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he already think you're the most adorable things ever, your wings as add to your cuteness
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you're his traveling buddy (lover) and as much as he worry about you, maybe having his lover by his side could erase all his stress
ᯓᡣ𐭩 since you and paimon both can fly you sometimes make fun of him together, or even sometimes paimon hold flying competition, whoever get to the place first get to have aether attention and the extra meal. ofc you win but you're not too cure to take food from this Precious thing (but you'll gladly take all aether attention to yourself)
ᯓᡣ𐭩 yk how he call paimon 'emergency food'? well he once called you 'chicken wings', you refuse to talk to him for the whole day even if he repeatedly apologized
ᯓᡣ𐭩 sometimes he ask if you could get him something that's like really high up or just fetch him something from somewhere, he knows how much you love helping him and flying.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you got hurt by accident flying into something he'll rush toward you with paimon checking you if you got hurt before making a joke (he's way of coping)
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you got SRSLY hurt then he'll insist on you staying in safe place being taken care of while he doing whatever he have to do. he can't see you hurt let alone risk you of being even more hurt.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you got hurt drugging a mission he'll quickly rush to you checking you all quickly before quickly stand infornt of you in defensive against whoever dare to lay his hands on you.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 after that he'll ask you to stay behind and not join the fight and even make paimon watching you amd stopping you from doing anything foolish. you can see that he's clearly angry specially with his tone, but he's not angry at you, he's angry at himself for not being able to protect you and on the person who hurt you.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he always flustered whenever you wrapped your wings around him as you hug him, paimon always tease him about it and even demand "winged hugs" because she deserves it.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 whenever he's stressed you'll just site besides him wrapping one of your wings around his shoulder as you lay beside him. no words just you two chilling, it's one of his favorite moment, he doesn't need to speak for you to understand and he greatful for it
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he's so clueless about preening, he tried to help you with paimon but almost tear your wings off now they're not allowed to try it again
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he loves just sitting down while seeing you and paimon beefing while you're both flying as you beef about the stupidest things, and when you ask about who's right and who's side he's own he'll say yours and paimon will definitely whine
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "that's not fair! you two love each other paimon suggest asking someone else!!"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 sometimes you'll hold him and fly with him a little when you guys need to cross something he can't fly over or when there's dangerous around and you quickly swooped him from his feet like you're his shining armor
ᯓᡣ𐭩 always talks about lumine amd how much she'd adore you specifically of how happy and comfortable you make him, even through everything, you always comfort him telling him that one day he'll get her back and you could be one bug happy family, he kisses your forehead as he giggles
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he isn't big user of pet names but dear, angel is his favorite.
Alhaitham
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you guys probably first met in the academia, you quickly snatched his attention with your Uniq appearance.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he never expect to see someone as Uniq as you are special in place like sumeru from all places
ᯓᡣ𐭩 since alhaitham is already interested in birds (come on guys he has birds reference all over his design) he found you most interesting from all students he met
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he always see students gathering around you, asking you about your wings and if they could touch them, and you being kind enough always accept as long as they don't go too far, but he never approach you for that, even if you notice him staring while you two work together on a project
ᯓᡣ𐭩 after you two got together (after years of him just watching you from afar studying your Uniq wings as kaveh tease him and called him creep) he got closer look on them
ᯓᡣ𐭩 of course he didn't only date you because of that, aside from your uniq (and gorgeous if he may add) appearance you were smart and kind, you acted like an actual angel and he loved you for that
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he rarely see you fly since most time you two just sit down together reading a book as your wings wrapped around you two in warm embrace, but whenever you do he just tell you to be careful and not hit any trees
ᯓᡣ𐭩 as someone organized as alhaitham, he doesn't as much mind your feathers being speared around, of course you'll clean up after yourself but if you didn't he'll just do it himself (or make kaveh do it and he hate you for it)
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you don't necessarily lives with him (yet) but you might as well be of how much you visit him, kaveh even made a joke about you paying rent with them since you almost lived there and probably cause the most mess with your wings, you just giggles paying him no mind knowing he hate you (affectionately) because of the mess your wings make
ᯓᡣ𐭩 alhaitham already know much about birds, preening would be not huge thing for him but he'll only help if you ask him to
ᯓᡣ𐭩 once you two argue and you out of anger you knocked everything in his office on the ground (by accident, oops) by your wings before storming out, he just sigh looking at the mess you made
ᯓᡣ𐭩 of course later you came back apologizing to him wrapping your wings around him tightly as if he'll disappear if you let go, he just sigh as he pet your head apologizing in return
ᯓᡣ𐭩 sometimes if he forgets to bring bookmark he'll just use one of your feathers instead
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you hurt yourself while flying for example pumping into a tree or a building, he'll batch you up as he scold you, telling you how he warned you about being careful
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you got hurt by someone he won't show it but he's do mad, he'll just batch your wings telling you he'll be back and go out
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if someone ever made you uncomfortable in public or anywhere alhaitham despise not being the biggest fan of conversations will step in taking that person attention away from you, or just drag you away. he doesn't care if it's rude.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 his favorite kind of date just you two sitting on his couch reading a book (or him reading you) as you sit beside him clinging his arm as your wing wrapped around you two like blanket
ᯓᡣ𐭩 kaveh always act like he's disgusted of your affections, you'll laugh at him and alhaitham wouldn't even acknowledge his existent
Cyno
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" that's it. that's how he rizzed you up and you cannot convince me otherwise
ᯓᡣ𐭩 his way of flirting is definitely terrible puns, you can't convince me otherwise, of course on special occasion he'll flirt romantically but won't take long before he's joking again
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "What do you call an angel who tells jokes? A cherub-chuckle" just break up with this loser already/j
ᯓᡣ𐭩 aside from that cyno is just a perfect boyfriend, he's loyal, kind and he does NOT Play about you, if someone as much as give you a look that made you uncomfortable he's going to them.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 since the desert is his home he already used to it, but oh hoho you're definitely not.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "what, is the sun too high to your Divine liking?" as you absolutely melt
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he loves when you use your wings as umbrella to cover you from the sun, he just tease you about it as you stare at him
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he loves playing Genius Invokation TCG with you and he even have card of you specially design and he always put it with his one, if anyone ask him about it he'll just "they're just like pair of wings, they come in pairs"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 when you two play he'll always win which always send you in wave of rage which cause you to accident blow all his cards away with your wings
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you win he'll say "well, j always knew you're a winner" as he wink at you, you won't know if you should blush or beat his face for this horrible joke
ᯓᡣ𐭩 when you wrapped your wings around him he'll chuckle "well this look like heavenly blessing" as he hugs you back.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 being General he's mostly busy but he loves whenever you come to him and 'check' oh him, he'll appreciate your effort
ᯓᡣ𐭩 despise all that whenever you're hurt he gets PROTECTIVE, like if it was an accident he'll ask for all details, and if it's someone then it's look like he need to remind someone why HE'S General Mahamatra
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he has hugh sense of justice so any harm upon you would not go unpunished, he do not tolerate any of it specifically on you.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he yaps about you ALOT, everyone around him got sick of it. even if they never met you, just hearing him yap about you is enough to let them know every little detail, tighnari is the first victim
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he doesn't know about preening but will definitely ask tighnari for what he should do and advice before affording his help, afraid to hurt you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 his favorite thing is when you sit beside him as he play TCG, your wing wrapped around him as he try to focus on playing the game, but in all honesty he's only focus is on you as you eyeing his cards.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 when he wins he demanded affections.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "you know, you should rewards your boyfriend with maybe a kiss, that'll motivate me alot."
ᯓᡣ𐭩 fears all over his apartment? well he's barely there so he won't notice anyway...
ᯓᡣ𐭩 and of course you're close friends with tighnari (mostly because you're both victim of his terrible jokes) and sometimes he ask you if he could take close look on your wings
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he loves holding you in his arms because he's claim 'you're as light as a feather'
ᯓᡣ𐭩 despise all that he can get flirty with pet names; angel, lover etc
Kaveh
ᯓᡣ𐭩 this man is a mess
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he doesn't know how he even pulled you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you were stunning since the moment he lay his eyes on you, and your beautiful wings. he looked at you like you're some goddess.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 when you first approach him he was flustered mess, trying to look away from you to hide his red face.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he sometimes even find himself doodling you or your wings on his paper sheets (you can't tell me this man is not professional artist)
ᯓᡣ𐭩 as time goes on he start to get more confident around you, till you two got together.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he calls himself the luckiest man alive because he get to be with angel like you, he's such a dork
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you ever wrapped your wings around him his face will quickly turn red before digging it in your hair trying to hide it
ᯓᡣ𐭩 being an architect he's mostly busy with his work so whenever you come to visit him and check on him to make sure he's not overworking himself he appreciates it.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 and if he was overworking himself and refuse to rest you'll either wrapped your wings around him basically trapping him and stopping him from doing anything, or just ruffles your wing and send his paper flying...
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he doesn't know Jack shit about preening, when he first saw your feathers fall alot he start panicking thinking you're losing them or someone might have hurted you, you have to hold him down and explain to him.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you and alhaitham quickly build a bound on how much you visit kaveh and just basically meet together, you won't say you're best friends but you sure are close enough to be one, of course kaveh doesn't like it but one say a word
ᯓᡣ𐭩 of how low self-esteem he has he get jealous alot, because he think you could easily replace him. you have to sit down and tell him you're not replacing him and love him so much. maybe kisses too.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 seeing you fly is always first time for him, whenever you want to deliver something or just help someone he just admire you for afar
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he'll probably call you; 'my angel' or 'my muse' when you're alone because he's probably too unconfident for public display of affections..
Wanderer
ᯓᡣ𐭩 demon x angel ahh dynamic
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he genuinely doesn't understand why he likes you and why do you like him back..
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you're like all sweet and charming, looking like an angel with your wings, looking elegant as you fly, and him? he's just hat-gut
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "i guess you angel are really naive huh, you know im bad news right? so just stay away from me with your angelic looks" he said but he wishes you'd still try to talk to him
ᯓᡣ𐭩 after being together in relationship he'll be even more insufferable
ᯓᡣ𐭩 see when he uses his hat as 'umbrella'? will you use your wings so now you're matching!
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he can't even get away from you, what he gonna do? fly away? hide in the trees? well guess what fucker.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 when you get your feathers on him he call it "unnecessary mess" but deep down he doesn't mind it, it's just show how you're different you guys are.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 as much as he doesn't like 'affections' he always try to hide his clearly flustered face whenever you wrapped your wings around him, despise having puppet body he somehow feel warm, as if your present is comforting to him
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he once asked nahida for advice, whenever it's what to get you, what to do with you, how to handle different situations, etc. but he'll never admit it.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you see that bird he always hush away in his ideal animation? well he used to do that to you.. imagine that whoever you want.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 when it's peernig time he'll act like he doesn't care, make you take care of it yourself, but when he see how much you struggle he'll just scoff and say "you can't do anything by yourself can you."
ᯓᡣ𐭩 but don't get me wrong! he isn't mean all the time, ofc whenever you two together he'll hold your hand and gaslighting you into thinking it was you who did it.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he'll act all bothered when you kiss him but his face is not helping at all, that shit is red asf.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 his favorite moment is when he's laying under a tree, his hat covering his face as you laying in his lap with your wings wrapped around you both napping quietly in the comfort of each other
ᯓᡣ𐭩 or when it's dawn, you two sitting together on high building/tree watching the sun sit as you wrapped around him holding his hand, he'll lay his head on top of yours and even crack smile when you're not looking.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if someone ever hurt your wings you'd need to personally stop him from doing anything to them, because as much as he left his old habits, he won't stand by as someone hurt his most precious person.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 hell tent to your wounds as he scold you, telling how you should have been careful amd paying more attention to yourself, ofc he meant it with love but he won't show it.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 once you flied into a tree and got your wings tangled somehow, he just stand in the air looking at you with the 'i told you to be careful' look as he crossed arms as you slowly begged him to help you.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 archon forbid if someone ever made you uncomfortable with creepy looks or try to touch your wings without permission he'll be quick to step in and just show this erson how worthless they are andddd go get nahida he won't stop...
ᯓᡣ𐭩 pet names? if you consider headache one then sure.. but fr he doesn't use those, unless in really special occasions, like for example after an argument when he's trying to apologize, or when he thinks you're asleep and won't hear him, or when it slipped from his lips by accident
ᯓᡣ𐭩 see he can say you're annoying or way too excited for him, but if someone even dare to call you annoying or headache he'll start insulting that person like he just cursed his entire bloodline, that person will either never show their faced from embarrassment or just start purposefully avoiding you
Lyney
ᯓᡣ𐭩 look like the magician has found his dove.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 in his eyes you're the most beautiful creature in tyvat and he'll die on this hill if be can
ᯓᡣ𐭩 ask if you want to be part of his magical shows from time to time with his sister, if you said yes he'll say then he should be prepared because the you'll be stealing all the spotlights, if you said no then he won't mind either, you have front sear in the first row just for you to watch your boyfriend do his tricks, he'll throw a kiss or wink at you mid show though.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 remember that trick where he take dove out of his hat? well now he asks if he can do it with you instead since you're now his pretty little dove.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he always that trick where he take flowers out of his and give it to you, and not only flowers literally anything you want.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "and the coin is gone!" "wow that's really impressive love! where did the coin go though?" "check your wings" only to find the coin that has heart in the middle of it sitting in between your feathers. "OMG THAT'S SO COOL HOW DID YOU GET IT HERE?" "a great magician never relieved his secret my dove." "ohhhh ;(" "BUT, since you're so cute and adorable, i think I'll make an expectation" "YAYYY :D"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 one of his biggest fear is you finding out about his fatui identity or about his past. in lyney's eyes, you're perfect, kind, innocent, lovely and beautiful, you're an angel, he's afraid that if you knew you'd start looking at him different, your eyes once filled with love being filled with hatred and disgust, that what he feared.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 but when you actually find out, instead of hatred and disgust, and he sees in yours is care and considered, like you're worry about him and NOT of him.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you just held his hands that day, just holding each other's hands as the silent took between the place.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "why didn't you tell earlier" "i didn't want you to see me as monster, I'm sorry, I'll understand if you le-" "lyney! i would never think like that, you're my lover and nothing will change that, so please don't hide things like this from me, okay?"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he was shocked from instead of running away from him you hugged him and wrapped your wings around him as if stopping him from leaving or comforting him, he just bugged you back and you could swear he cried that day.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 has a cards with you or your wings in it, they're his favorite cards and always use them in his main tricks
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he mostly love how well you get with his family. you and Lynette both have inhuman features so an understanding quickly bond between you two, you'll even go out together finding cats and birds as you talked about anything.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he loves how you act like big sister to his little brother. you two different yet the same, he always prefer to be in the deep see away from everyone and you love being high in the sky where you feel freedom. he talks to you about the sea and it's creatures and you talk about the sky, isn't this just adorable
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he try to keep you as away as possible from his 'father'. yes she's approve of your relationship but he just doesn't want unnecessary interest sparkle between the two of you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 whenever he kisses you in public or on a stage he always do the trick where he cover your guys faces with his hat as you kissed, but now instead of using his hats, you use your wings and it even more romantic.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 him being famous magician and you with your angelic form always get chased by Charlotte asking for photo of the two of you for her newspaper cover.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you ever got hurt by someone he won't be afraid to show them his fatui side, but of course, you won't know about this.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 dove, angel, my flower, my muse, is his favorite petnames but he's literally down for anything that slip on his mind
Neuvillette
ᯓᡣ𐭩 a dragon and a winged human, how.. interesting..
ᯓᡣ𐭩 despise being with THE chef justice (and the hydro dragon) neuvi is actually one of the softest, and gentlest lover
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you're probably his first relationship so he doesn't really understand his feelings for you at first, he think he just found you interesting and warm to be around because of your angelic appearance, heck even the Melusines like you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 that's until his co-worker (ahem ahem furina) point out how he has soft spot for you and how he's more calm and relaxed with you around, that's when he actually realized his feelings for you.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 as soon as he did, he planned on asking you out, despise being THE chef justice who works every second he tried to make up time to talk to you and ask you out on a date. even ask furina for what he should do and where he should take you.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 your first date was in small cafe as you both just sit down and eat cakes as furina suggestions him to do (actually it's you eating cakes he ordered for you while he enjoyed his water)
ᯓᡣ𐭩 after you got together, you decide to keep your relationship away from the people eyes. he didn't want people all up in his business or yours, only the close people like furina clorinde and people in his office know dou to you visiting him alot. and the Melusines!! because those are his daughters. now you're the mother of all of them.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 but of course a certain someone (cough cough Charlotte) couldn't help herself. ever since your first date and she didn't stop the questions, she of course couldn't ask rhe chef justice himself because he'll either be too busy or just straight up ignore her so she bombed you with questions
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "is it true you're dating the chef justice??" "tell me is your meetings are really dates or just work business??" "i have question! is your-"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 ofc you'll just use your wings to fly away from her questions before she can even get word from you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you and Neuvillett spend most of your dates either in somewhere away from people im Fontaine or just home-dates, just you two sitting down, your wings wrapped around you two as you match some tv or just you two cuddling.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 his favorite moment is when he see the Melusines playing with you, asking if they could touch your wings and if you could fly with them, of course how could you say mo to such lovely creatures?
ᯓᡣ𐭩 despise him being 99% of the time busy, he make sure you never feel ignored or left behind, whenever you're helping someone or just delivered stuff around Fontaine, helping the Melusines mostly, a Melusine will come to you holding a letter or a gift delivered specially from the chef justice himself.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 in his letters it's mostly love letters, telling you not to overwork yourself (despise him doing that) and take care of yourself and he miss you and can't wait to see you tonight, you'd just 'aww-ed' before writing him a letter in return and sending it with the Melusine, he'd keep all your letters in safe drawer next to him to read them whenever he's feeling down
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he absolutely adore your wings, in his eyes you're always gorgeous but the wings just give you that elegant and beautiful demure.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you got feathers in his office or in his house he won't even notice, not until furina tell him he has feathers stuck in his hair from your last hug (cough make out) session
ᯓᡣ𐭩 whenever he has a trial you'd be sitting there just cheering him from afar, he'd feel even more confident and comfortable with you there, knowing he got you if he needed anything.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 once you were delivering something from Fontaine city to navia but some hunter has mistook you for a bird, shooting your wing and sending you crashing down, when the shooter realized that he quickly ran away. then later you were found by a Melusine laying down on the ground with your wing bleeding completely passing out dou to fall. the poor Melusine was quickly to go and get the closet help which was navia, who was devastated on the state she found you in.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 after that you were send to sigewinne who tried to tent to your wounds as best as she can, with navia still by your side worrying her head off. after sigewinne find the bullet that stroke your wing, she informed wriothesely about it, that needed someone has shot you then decided to run away without telling someone leaving you to bleed to archons know how long.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 wriothesely just nod at her as he went questioning every hunter in the area asking about who could've done it.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 but then suddenly the door to the nursery slammed open and there was neuvillette with face full of horror and worriedness, the Melusine who found you laying on the ground quickly went to tell him about it and he waisted no time rushing in where have you been.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 despise his worry expression he try to stay calm, asking sigewinne how is your condition and if he can see you, of course everyone around was shocked that the chef justice himself came to see you, but he didn't care about that, he only care about you being alright.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 after he made sure you're alright, he demanded that whoever did this to you to be brought to justice and held accountable for his actions
ᯓᡣ𐭩 after the person who shot you was found he was brought to court to be punished for his actions, but before neuvillette could go ans take his place, you stop him holding his hand.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "please don't be harsh on him, it was an accidental" "an accident shouldn't have made you sleep in the hospital with broken wing." he said as he looked at your wing cover in Bandages. "he was scared, please for me, don't be too harsh, promise?"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he sighed before bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it before pulling you to kiss you on your hair.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "you're my greatest weakness, but i promise you i will try"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 after that he refused to leave you alone, even if he's not with you he ask the Melusines to stay with you, keeping you company while your recover
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he holds you even tighter when you guys cuddles, whispering praises into your ears before tou both dozen off to sleep
ᯓᡣ𐭩 look like Charlotte finally found the headline for her newspaper..
Wriothesely
ᯓᡣ𐭩 it's kinda ironic, a Duke dating an angel. you both have high sense of justice
ᯓᡣ𐭩 wriothesely absolutely adore your angelic wings, your soft and elegant appearance shine brighter in the Fortress
ᯓᡣ𐭩 despise being busy, he tells you you're always welcome to come by and visit him in his office, even telling the people who work there not to interrupt you or stop you from coming. because even if he was in really bad mood, seeing you just automatically make he calm and relaxed
ᯓᡣ𐭩 whenever he touches you wings he try to touch them and hold them as gentle as he can with his rough hands, after all they were made to bring justice not to caress an angel wing
ᯓᡣ𐭩 whenever you wrapped your wings around him, he just hold them closer placing soft kisses on them, enjoying how sensitive they are.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 feather in his office? meh, he has people cleaning it, but it's not much of a deal anyway, he sees the mess you made as a sign of how much you love him, keeps coming to see him till his office starts smelling like you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 with your elegant apparence and his tough looks you guys DEFINITELY dress up as angel ans devil for Halloween! you guys even once dressed as duke and criminal with him being the criminal because there's no way anyone believing someone like you could do a crime (except maybe being way too gorgeous and stealing and duke's heart and time)
ᯓᡣ𐭩 have sigewinne doing monthly checks on you, just to make sure your wings doesn't cause them harm
ᯓᡣ𐭩 sometimes you help him with his job, flying far away having good look on the city and tell him exactly where's the criminal has run of to. he'll rewards you with a kiss
ᯓᡣ𐭩 his favorite time? having you in his lap, sitting all pretty wrapped up in your own wings as he sip on his tea
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if someone dares to hurt you... well..
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he's literally THE duke. not only will he brings him to justice, he most definitely will beat him as well
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he calls you his angel, change my mind i dare you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 sometimes after using his vision his hand will be extra cold along with his body, so just wrapped your wings around him and warm him up and he'll rewards you with cuddles
ᯓᡣ𐭩 isn't afraid to show the public your relationship, after all he can beat anyone who annoyed you, so you'll be alright!
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he doesn't want you working in the Fortress knowing how dangerous it is special to someone like you, but he'll let you help sigewinne, or even deliver stuff if necessary, the more you stay the more time you two spend together
ᯓᡣ𐭩 once he spelled tea on your wings and you refuse to talk to him for a week, flying whenever he try to talk to you, yes it was that pity. well that's didn't last long before he ambush you before you can flee away, promising you gifts and affections for an apology, how could you refuse? especially when he gives you THAT look.
Varka
ᯓᡣ𐭩 opposite attraction!!
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he's a knight, all about fights and ruthlessness, while you're the complete opposite, elegant, sweet and demure , how could he NOT fall for you?
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you're were maid to the knight of favonius, or most specifically, HIS maid. because this grown ass man need someone to make sure he's actually doing his work instead of slicking off to go drink.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 besides being his maid mean more time spent together? after all that was his plan, if you work with him that means even more time with his lover, which also means that he now has to do all the paperwork.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he ask for kisses and cuddles for doing his work, what a manchild-
ᯓᡣ𐭩 but don't get me wrong, he DO take responsibility, he just want love from his beautiful gorgeous and elegant lover okay? Barbatos forbid a man who loves his woman
ᯓᡣ𐭩 after training or fighting his favorite thing to do is just collapse in your arms while your wings wrapped around him, he digging his face in your chest as your caress his face.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 another rough man trying to gently caress your wings softly, he loves them so much and think it's blessings for Barbatos himself, but as i said, his hands made for fighting not caressing wings. but he can make it work
ᯓᡣ𐭩 his bed is full of feathers since both of you are too lazy to clean it up after you two wake up. he even got hair in his clothes
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you get FURIOUS when he drinks, yes he has high tolerance to alcohol but that never stopped you from being mad.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "woah, my angel is mad at me, look like im not blessed by the gods tonight"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 despise you not being an actual angel he still treat you like you're one, like you're some diving creatures send to him as prize for all his hard work, and he thanks Barbatos everyday for it
ᯓᡣ𐭩 whenever he's so drunk he'll always say stupid shit like "did i died? because I'm seeing an angel in front of me" or "my wife will get upset if you keep touching me like this" or "hmmmm my wife is so pretty hmm nom nom" /j
ᯓᡣ𐭩 whenever he's away, you just stay in his office mostly doing paperwork to help poor jean a little from her responsibility, wishing you could just fly to where he is, but you know he'll refuse and be upset and maybe even get distracted by your presents, so you decide to just not
ᯓᡣ𐭩 but he always sends latters whenever he can, telling you about his journey and fights and also sending you gifts that reminded him of you explaining how much he missed you and your warm hugs.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you ever heard that he got badly hurt drugging his fight you'll take no argument as you quickly flee trying to find your injured lover
ᯓᡣ𐭩 he'll of course be shocked to see you asking you what you're doing here and that's you shouldn't be here because it's dangerous, of course you don't listen to him, only caring about his health
ᯓᡣ𐭩 after you refuse repeating to leave he'll just let you tent his wounds, if that mean you'll leave this dangerous place then so be it he can sit down and take it.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 after that he'll ask you go never do that again because seeing you in the middle of danger almost got him a heart attack
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you try to explain you that you only did because you're worried but he cut you off telling that they have great healers and he doesn't need you coming in the middle of the danger probably almost hurting yourself in the process of 'checking on him'
ᯓᡣ𐭩 after that he send you with two knights, taking you away from this place as far as possible, telling you to go away before flying to avoid any monster seeing you and mostly track you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 after that you left but he felt bad for refusing your affections, next time he comes to monstand he'll bring even more gifts and flowers and apologize, but right now your safety is his priorities
Thinking about partners humping a pillow, hips rutting desperately as they grind into the fabric — imagining it’s you underneath them, and that it’s your soft skin instead.
They’re usually better than this, but they just missed you so much that they couldn’t hold back, mindlessly chasing their pleasure while they fantasize about you.
They’d give anything to be by your side right now, fingers digging into the pillowcase like it’s layers of clothing, gripping the cushion like it’s your waist.
There’s no reason to muffle their moans, your name leaving their lips like a chant, a mantra. They start pleading, begging for you to let them cum, to let them feel you, to come back to them and be by their side.
Their orgasm washes over them like a tidal wave, crashing down and leaving their pants damp and sticky, some of it soaking through and leaving a stain on the pillow.
They can’t help but think of what a waste it is, and how their cum would’ve looked so much better on you, coating you in their seed, staining you with the remnants of their love.
Forsaken: Two Time, Elliot, Guest 1337, Shedletsky, Noob
