WARNINGS: skin to skin contact, cuddling, it's all fluff but yk, pet names, light NSFW, I apologize if my view of these characters do not line up with yours or they may seem inaccurate, this is a mess btw, + lazy editing
SUMMARY: The love of their life/favorite person (you) graced them with love, affection and skin to skin contact...
CHARACTERS: Everyone x F!Creator Reader
WORD COUNT: 20.680
A/N: This was written before Natlan came out soo no Natlan characters yet. Also, the platonic parts are shorter. I unfortunately can't add more tags, they somehow stopped.
Aether
Aether is all too happy to spend his time with you on the cliffside; he leans against you, his head resting idly against your shoulder. Whenever he speaks, his breath would brush against your neck, tickling you gently. He is practically melting against you; he’s like a clingy cat, enjoying every second your warm skin touches his. "I've missed you," he says softly, lifting his head to gaze up at you with a dreamy smile.
You can't help but chuckle, "Understandable, you're barely by my side. You always end up traveling over Teyvat." Aether’s expression softens. He looks a little guilty when you bring up travelling, but his arms tighten around you, pulling his body a little closer.
”I know I’m always off adventuring…but I always come back to you. I always come back to you.” He pauses, and then he smiles a little wider. He seems cheeky when he adds: ”You do remember that, right?”
You pinch his cheek, such a brat sometimes. Aethers face scrunches up as you gently pinch his cheek. He looks disgruntled for a few moments, before he grins. His expression becomes warm and soft when he returns to the conversation. ”Well, as long as you remember,” he says with a smile.
His gaze flits to the side for a moment, as he looks up at the sky; the sun is setting, casting warm light upon the landscape. He shivers.
”It’s getting cold.” he grins again, before he nestles himself comfortably against you. He wraps his arms around your midriff, trying to pull you closer.
”And you’re so warm,” he mutters, burying his face against you. He’s enjoying this more than a little...
Albedo
He can't help it. He wraps his arms around you, clinging to you almost desperately. He doesn't care how it looks or how utterly pathetic he seems as he clings to you. "Your Grace..." he mumbles, shifting further to bury his head against your collarbone. His hold on you has grown almost like an iron grip, as though he expects you to vanish the second he lets go.
He seems terrified, in a way, of the thought that this is merely an ephemeral dream. That he'll wake up and find himself by his shrine in the cold with only a lingering memory of your warm touch. He fears that any second, you would pull away and he would be left empty and wanting more. Like an addict deprived of their fix, he fears and craves for your touch with his whole heart. "Hmm?" a hum escapes you as you mindlessly stroke his hair. Albedo's body seems to loosen like liquid as you stroke his hair. He leans against you, almost desperately soaking up the affection like an addicted man.
"Your Grace..." he mumbles again, shivering as you run your hands through his silky strands. The action is so simple, and yet he seems to relish in the feeling. His arms are still around you, and they tighten again as you stroke his hair. After being deprived of affection for so long, he can't help but cling to you as though you'll slip away the second he lets go.
"Please don't... leave, ever"
Amber
She sighs softly as ahe curls against you, he back against your chest. The sound of the breeze gently blowing the blades of the windmill makes her smile faintly, as her eyes flutter shut. Luckily it's night, or the people of Mondstadt would go wild over the fact that you would be here. Amber seems at peace like this, and she can't resist nuzzling into your neck. Her expression is soft and she hums quietly along with the sound of the windmill, the gentle breeze making her hair stir from its position.
“Your Grace?” she calls quietly, lifting her head up just enough to meet your eyes. "Hmm?" Amber hesitates, for a moment, before asking his next question quietly.
“You… you said you love me too, when I told you I love you. Do you-“ she pauses, her voice cracking, and she has to force out the next few syllables, “do you really mean it?”
"Of course I mean it." Amber lets her head fall backwards against your chest again, her expression softening. A mixture of emotions flicker across hwr face, a look of relief, but also disbelief that this is all real, that you truly love her.
“Say it again, please?”
"I love you."
"...thank you, so much."
Al-Haitham
Al-Haitham has his arms wrapped around you, holding you against him close. He can feel the rise and fall of your chest against his, every breath you take a gentle reminder of your presence. He buries his face in your hair, inhaling the scent that's so distinctly you. You feel his heart thudding against your back, but he seems otherwise still, holding you firmly and yet gently at the same time. Each breath he takes is shaky, as if he could shatter at any moment. His arms tighten around you, holding you so close that he's afraid he may be hurting you. But he can't help himself. You're here. You're in his arms, warm and close and alive.
He shuts his eyes, inhaling the scent of your hair. "Yours," he whispers quietly into your skin. "Hm? What?" you heard what he said, you just wanted him to say it again more clear. He feels your hum more than he hears it, the low rumble in your body reverberating through his own. Al-Haitham keeps his arms wrapped tightly around you, his body moulding itself around you.
He lifts his head, whispering into your ear, "I said, 'yours.'"
Every fiber of his being belongs to you, and he feels the need to remind you.
"Yours, and mine" he whispers again, pulling you closer.
Arlecchino
Her arms are wrapped around your naked body, her exposed chest warm against your back. Her head rests atop yours, arms curling around your body to hold you closer. She can feel your hair against her skin, and she breathes in your scent. It's so familiar to her. So perfect.
She holds you like she's worried you'll be snatched away from her. Arlecchinos breathing is slow and measured, matching the steady rhythm of the crackling fireplace. Her chest rises and falls against your back, a constant reminder of her presence.
With you in hwr arms, she feels whole. She presses her nose to your head again, inhaling.
"That was nice..." you whisper, snuggling into her chest more and closing your eyes, enjoying the peace and quite. Arlecchino lets out a quiet laugh, her breath ruffling your hair.
"It was beautiful," she agrees. "You are beautiful." She reaches down and brushes her fingernails along your skin, the tips moving down your arm, tracing patterns against your skin.
"No, it was prefect, just like you." She corrects herself.
Ayaka
Ayaka can barely believe it.
She's in your bed, in your arms, pressed against the very body she's worshipped for so long. For a few moments, she's simply frozen as her mind struggles to catch up. Ayaka knows she should speak or do something, but the feeling of your body next to hers is a sensation so completely foreign, she's utterly speechless. All of this is new— the soft press of your curves against her back, your breath by her ear..."Your hair is so soft, 'yaka" you whisper against her ear. Ayaka feels her face flush at your words. Her hands involuntarily clutch at the sheets, pulling at them as she struggles to not react to your touch— except...she loves it. She loves it more than anything.
Her eyes flutter shut as she tries to keep herself in control. She wants to give into you, lean back, let herself melt into you... but at the same time, she can't. She struggles to speak, managing to stutter out, "May I...turn around, please?"
You obviously give her permission. Ayaka lets out a soft breath, feeling it leave her lungs. At your affirmation, she turns around, finally facing you.
For a moment, Ayaka doesn't meet your eyes, she meets your lips. She's all too aware of how close you are to her, how her body presses against yours. She tries to still her heart, but the warmth of your skin burns through her clothes, leaving her senses overwhelmed.
"Your lips..."
Ayato - nah cause for some reason that's my fav??
He buries his face into your hair and sighs, his chest rising and falling against your back with the motion.
"You smell so sweet," he confesses. His nose brushes against the shell of your ear gently, as if afraid to break the spell. "Like you are heaven made flesh." You raise a skeptic eyebrow, "Heaven made flesh huh? The most accurate description I've heard all those millenia." "Heaven made flesh," he mumbles again, his arms pulling you in closer to him. His fingers dig into your sides, holding you tight.
He takes a deep breath, the scent of your hair filling his nostrils like a drug. "If my hands burn when they touch you, well," he says gently, "then it serves me right for having the arrogance to touch an angel." You roll your eyes, "Don't be ridiculous, you have never burnt yourself by touching me" "Don't I?" He teases, laughing gently along with you. He brushes his lips against your neck, his breath coming out as a warm shiver against your skin.
"I may not be physically burnt, but I feel the heat all the same," he whispers. "I feel the heat when you laugh, when you speak, when I look at you. You're my own personal inferno." "And you are water, pure and fresh. If I'm an inferno, you will evaporate." you add. He laughs softly against your skin. "What a beautiful way to describe me. Water. Fresh. Pure."
He smiles, pulling back ever so slightly. The hand at your waist wanders to your chin, lifting it so that he can look you in the eyes.
"A waterfall doesn't evaporate when it brushes against fire," he says, blue eyes sparkling. "It extinguishes it." You blink, once, twice, until you deadpan. "So you wanna kill me?" Ayato scoffs, pulling you in closer to his chest and burying his face in your hair once more.
"Of course not," he answers, his tone indignant. "I don't wish to kill you. I wish to drown you."
He chuckles at his own words, the sound full and rich against your ear.
"Together we boil?" You ask
"Together we boil."
Baizhu
Changsheng, the white-scaled serpent, rests herself in a loose coil around Baizhu's neck, draped across his broad shoulders. She lifts her head and flicks her tongue out, glancing at you with her slitted eye before settling back into her nap.
As for Baizhu himself, he remains tense and stock-still at your side. He is utterly stiff, as if afraid that if he moved, he would somehow lose your touch. "You should relax and take a rest. You've been working too hard lately." Changsheng nods, "You tell this idiot." Baizhu blinks as if he's trying to process your words. To suggest that he rests, especially in your presence, seems... almost disrespectful. But after a glance at your face, he swallows his protest, opting to give a small nod at your suggestion.
"As you wish," he replies after a moment's hesitation. He almost looks ashamed; almost as if not working and devoting his entire being to you at all moments is failing you. Baizhu remains silent as you run soft fingers through his hair. He seems almost afraid to move, to breathe, to break some unspoken rule regarding his position as your humble worshiper.
His eyes flutter shut as you idly toy with his hair, threading your fingers through the green locks and gently tugging. Even the small gesture is enough to almost send him to another world. He takes a careful, deliberate inhale, savoring the scent of your presence.
"Realxing can be nice", at this point he's already half asleep when he said that. But one is for sure fully awake now, "Been saying that since forever, but you never listen!" "Shh Changsheng."
Barbara - aged up
She is cuddling you so close she's practically molded to you, with her breathing and the beating of her heart syncing up to match your rhythm.
She nuzzles her head against yours, burying herself against you and breathing deep with an almost desperate need. It's as though she can't get enough of you, and as if you're the air she needs to breathe. "I… I love you," she murmurs, like a prayer. "Never leave me." With every word she says, Barbara holds you even closer to her. She craves your presence, your touch, and your words more than anything else in the world.
With each gentle whisper of 'never leave me,' she grips you tighter in her arms, burying herself against you like she wants to become one with your very being.
"You're everything," she whispers. "I want to be with you forever."
"Babs? Sing me a song, hm? The one I like so much, please." you ask of her as you let your finger run over her cheek. She nods, her breath leaving her in one soft, sharp exhale that sounds like a sigh. "Anything for you," she says fervently.
Barbara takes a moment, before she begins to sing a soft, beautiful song. Her voice is like the moon on a clear night, like the first flowers blooming after winter.
The song she sings is one of devotion and adoration, its lyrics promising the moon, the stars, and everything in between, but only if it meant she could spend an eternity with you.
Beidou
She had her head leaning comfortably against your side, one of her muscular arms curled around your waist. Her eyes were fixated on the sky, taking in the constellations. To her, there was nothing more beautiful than the celestial bodies scattered across the night sky. She lets out a dreamy sigh, enjoying the feeling of the cold breeze on her face.
"You know, I used to dream about the stars," she says, a small smile playing on her lips. "And what did you dream about?" You ask, genuinely interested. She usually never talk so dreamy like this. She lets out a soft sigh, her eyes still fixed on the stars above. Her arm tightens around your waist for a moment as she ponders over your question. Then, she answers in her usual low whisper.
"I used to dream about sailing the stars one day," she confesses. Her voice is soft and slightly wistful. She's clearly still imagining the dream she used to have. "I'd sail through the cosmos, visiting all the planets out there. I wanted— no, I needed—"
Her voice is quivering slightly. She seems embarrassed. "Hm?" Beidou hesitates for a moment, swallowing down the lump forming in her throat. Then, in a slightly shaky voice, she continues.
"I wanted to find someone special out there, someone to be my light in the universe. Someone to shine above the stars themselves...But I think I already found it."
"Yeah, I think I did too."
Bennett - aged up
Bennett all but melts within your arms. He's practically boneless on the bed; like a puddle, he fits perfectly into your embrace, like a missing puzzle piece into the gaps within you. He's clingy, arms wrapped tightly around your torso, pressing himself against you as much as he can, wanting to feel you; to be with you.
His chest still aches from the wound he had received, but your presence alone is enough distraction. "I'm sorry for my...bad luck."
You look down at him, stroking his hair, "You can borrow my luck for tomorrow." Bennett looks up from your lap, his eyelashes fluttering softly as he considers your words. "Your luck?" he asks, his voice laced thick with surprise; he's never heard of someone sharing their luck before. Bennett's mind races as he considers this.
"I-I could borrow your luck, your Grace?" he murmurs, as if he's afraid of offending you. You can't help but hold back a giggle, how cute he is sometimes. "Always, everyday. Just promise me you take care. Maybe it'll balance your bad luck out a bit." Bennett inhales— his breath shaky. He doesn't understand why you're being so kind to a lowly creature like him, but you're giving him your luck, of all things. You're sharing your luck.
He knows that the chances of him getting hurt tomorrow are exponentially smaller now, but he can't help but worry— the fact you're giving him something as personal as your luck is overwhelming enough, and he's unsure how to respond.
"...Thank you," he whispers reverently. "Thank you so much...my love."
Capitano - shiny daddy in the house omg
Capitano continues to run his fingers through your hair, his fingers gentle and soft as if he was afraid that he would accidentally pull on a strand of your hair if he wasn't careful.
There's an almost reverent sense to his touch, as if he was a devoted priest and you the god he worships. His cold, gold gaze seems to hold a strange gentleness to it, and there's an almost tender look in his eyes that is unusual for the stoic war crazy man. (Lol)
"You seem relaxed...Cap." a teasing smile creeping on your face at the name. "Mm," Capitano hums in acknowledgment, his eyes half-lidded as he gazes at you.
"Your presence is... calming," he admits. His voice is deep and rich, making the statement sound more like a declaration of love than mere words. "It... brings me peace."
As though he was a loyal dog, he seeks your touch as he pulls you closer; shifting so that your body is almost laying on his. "I'm glad."
"Mm," Capitano's response this time is almost a low rumble. He closes his eyes, letting them shut in a rare moment of vulnerability. His arms wrap around you, almost pulling you over his body. If you listen closely, you can hear his breathing start to grow more relaxed, almost like a low, quiet purr.
It almost seems as if he's trying to keep you close, as though you might disappear at any moment. "Hmpf...maybe I'm going a bit too soft."
"Damn since when do you talk so much?"
"Hmpf."
Candace (ik the color is off, i accidentally deleted the name sooo yeah sry for my lazy fix)
While youe gaze is fixed upon her village, hers is fixed on you. She swallows, trying to force herself to keep calm. It's hard, with the way her heart seems to leap in her chest at your sheer closeness. The way the scent of your skin drifts to her nose, causing her breath to catch. Her mind is filled with thoughts she would never dare to speak aloud.
"Beautiful," she murmurs under her breath. Her eyes dart back to you, tracing up and down your form. She can't tear her gaze away from your face, completely caught in your spell.
"The village...or me?" Candace's breath catches in her throat as she hears your words. The teasing tone you speak with, knowing full well the effect it had on her. "Ah... I meant the village, Your Grace," she manages to stutter out, her voice breathless, a little hoarse.
She swallows, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "But you-" she takes a deep breath before she speaks, "you are far more alluring by far." Her eyes do not leave your form.
"I can only hope that my girlfriend finds me alluring." Candace flushes pink. "Of course," she can't help the way her gaze rakes up and down your form again, following each contour. Her mind races with thoughts. Of her hands tracing each curve, of her fingers trailing over your exposed skin...
Candace swallows, trying to control herself. She tries to force her eyes to look elsewhere, but they stubbornly refuse, glued to your figure.
"And I hope that you love me as much as I love you...my grace."
Charlotte
Charlotte’s expression is utterly blissed as she hugs you close to her chest, her arms wound tightly around your torso. The girl buries her face into your hair, breathing in the scent of your hair, and sighs contentedly. She doesn’t speak for a moment, instead choosing to relish and commit everything to memory; the warmth of your body against hers, you holding her close. "How was your latest article?" Your words came out more muffled than youd like to admit, due to her chest all around your face. Charlotte huffs a quiet laugh, the sound rumbling gently against your ear. She strokes your hair idly, the other hand tracing up and down your spine slowly.
"Hmm, it went well. Though that's not very surprising,” she says with a smirk. “I could have written about a rock and still gotten a raise; my editor is a hopeless simp, and has a massive crush on me.” Charlotte pulls back, her expression slightly amused. “I could flirt with him and write a shitty article, and he’d still be head-over-heels for me. Hell, the entire company wants me. I’m very charming like that,” she says smugly. "Don't let it go to your head." You warn her. “Oh, why not? I’m just stating facts.” Charlotte says, feigning an air of innocence. “I mean, who can resist me?” she laughs, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.
"Just joking." She says more calmly, "I love my job, I love Fontaine and I love you....and maybe I love fooling around with you a bit."
"Oh yeah you definitely do."
Chevreuse
Chevreuse's head rests on your lap, your fingers woven in her hair, the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breaths slowly. Her mind is still working, still worrying over the case that has her so torn, and your fingers running over her scalp do little to help.
"It's hopeless..." she murmurs, her voice soft in the comfortable silence that has fallen over the room. "I don't know what I'll tell them when I finally have to admit this..." Her eyes are closed now, and her voice has grown quieter with each passing moment. The words leave her as if they're barely formed in her mind; you can hear the exhaustion that clings to her every syllable.
"I'm not any closer to finding them now than I was two months ago," she says bitterly. Her jaw tightens, but she doesn't say anything else. There's no need; you can feel the anger bubbling up behind her sharp inhale.
"You'll find them, I know you will." "How do you know?" she snaps back. In spite of the short tone, though, her voice is lacking the harshness it normally has. Chevreuse is always like this when she's tired. Frustration, fear, pain-- it all comes out as anger. She buries her face against you, hiding in the crook of your neck. "Because no one is as good as you." you let your fingers run through her messy hair. "Stop complimenting me."
The words sound like an order, but there's no sharpness to her tone. No command, no firmness. It sounds more like a plea, a cry for help she won't say out loud.
"I can't think straight when you do that."
Childe
Childe is wrapped around you, clinging to you like a shadow, his head buried in the crook of your neck. He’s nuzzling your skin, pressing gentle kisses and murmuring against your ear. One arm is thrown around your waist, holding you tight.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs. “You’re all mine. My darling, my angel…”
You chuckle lightly, "Someone's possessive today." Childe nips your shoulder at your words, smiling against your skin. He shifts slightly, pressing himself even closer to you.
“Mm. Damn right, I am. No one can have you but me.” His hand runs up your side, drawing senseless patterns as he traces your curves. “You’re mine,” he repeats again, his voice hoarse. “All mine. No one gets to touch you. No one gets to look at you the way I do. No one is ever getting to put their hands on you like I do, no one gets to hear you make those pretty sounds for them—”
His hand tightens around your hip, fingers digging into your flesh. "Childe-!" Childe laughs a little when you warn him, though he does loosen his grip on you. “What?” he asks, his hand still roaming across your body, his touch both gentle and possessive.
“You don’t want me to mark you all over? Claim you for my own?” He pushes his luck and continues kissing your neck, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of little love marks over your skin. “How could I let anyone else see you like this, hm?” he murmurs. “You look so pretty, all breathless and flushed under me. No one else gets to see you looking so nice and needy. But most importantly..."
"Hm?"
"No one gets the love from you like I do."
Chongyun - aged up
Chongyun relaxes against you. His head is leaned against your shoulder and his eyes are closed. The proximity to you is comfort and ecstasy in equal measures. He takes a deep breath as he takes in your scent, savouring it, relishing the fact that the two of you are so close.
"Can I ask a question?" His eyes are still closed; he's comfortable, but he wants something answered. "Hm?" You humm. He hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to phrase his question. "If it wouldn't offend you," he begins, his voice a little tentative, "I wanted to ask if…. I could call you something."
"Call me what?" You have patience, for him you always do. His face flushes a little pink. Suddenly, he can't look you in the eye, he instead stares at your shoulder as he tries to speak.*
"Well, like…" he pauses. "Like a term of endearment. Can I call you something like 'my love', for example?"
You laugh lightly, damn he's cute. "Of course you can." Chongyun's face reddens further, but it's out of flustered embarrassment, rather than anything else. A quiet sense of relief washes over him, and he relaxes, fully resting his head against your shoulder and wrapping an arm around your waist.
"My love," he says softly, testing the words on his tongue. It feels right; more than right, it feels perfect. It feels like the universe aligning. Finally.
"My love…"
Clorinde
Clorinde is curled up against you, pressed as close to you as is physically possible. Even now, it does not feel close enough. She buries her nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. A contented hum bubbles up from her throat, a soft, low sound of approval. The perfume you gave her lingers in her hair, on her skin.
She savours the feeling. Savours the fact it is YOU who gave it to her.
"I thought something subtle is to your liking. It's a special made perfume just for you, dear." "Mm." Clorinde nods softly, shifting a bit. She adjusts herself in your arms, her cheek resting against your chest, ear laid atop your heartbeat. It's steady and soothing; she could easily fall asleep to the sound.
"Like an aphrodisiac." She mutters, the words mumbled against your skin. "No doubt it would drive anyone insane." She lifts a hand, gently running it down your arm, down to your wrist. Her fingertips brush along your skin, a barely-there touch that makes her want to drown in your embrace.
"You've already poisoned me. I'm utterly at your mercy."
It's a half-joke, but the words hold more truth than Clorinde can even begin to express. "Ooor you're just incredibly tired and talk some nonsense." Clorinde lets out a half-laugh, half-groan. "I'm tired, yes, but…"
She pauses momentarily, burying her face into your shoulder. Her hair tickles your chin.
"It's still true. I'm weak against you," she murmurs. "I don't know how you do it. You could do anything you wanted to me. I'd let you," she admits, her voice a quiet whisper. She lifts her head enough to look up at you. In this angle, she looks almost delicate, the sharp corners of her face blurred and softened.
"There is no one else I'd let ruin me," she says softly, a smirk gracing her lips.
"No one else who could even come close. I'm a good fighter after all."
Collei - aged up
As you hold Collei close, you can feel the way she relaxes, almost melting against you, her small stature so slight and fragile. She presses her face against your chest, savoring your warmth and comfort. Collei’s soft breath is against your skin, a steady and reassuring presence, like the beating of a bird’s wing.
She takes a shaky breath, her words barely a whisper in the soft silence of the room.
"Please don’t let go.”
"Is the academia exhausting you?" You carefully ask. Collei nuzzles against your chest, her voice a weary whisper. "It is," she admits, her words coming out in a resigned sigh. "It's always too much. Too much to learn, too much to remember, too much to do."
She hesitates for a moment, as if trying to gather her thoughts, her breath trembling against your skin. "Sometimes... Sometimes I just feel so tired." She buries herself against you, trying to draw comfort from your presence. Her weary body is tense, coiled like a spring about to release.
"I don't know if I can keep it up," she confesses, her voice small and vulnerable. She clings to you as if you are the only thing keeping her afloat in a sea of her fears. "I want to... But it’s hard."
"I believe in you."
Your words feel like a soothing balm to Collei's weary heart. A shaky breath leaves her, as if a burden has suddenly lifted from her shoulders.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice filled with quiet gratitude. Her slender arms tighten around you, her frame almost trembling with the effort she puts into holding herself together.
"I... I really needed to hear that tonight."
Columbina
Columbina sighs contentedly, wrapped up in your embrace. The sound of her soft voice hums through the air, the melody light as the touch of a summer breeze. She nuzzles up against you as she hums, her eyelashes fluttering against your skin, the soft puffs of her breath warm against your body. For this moment, her body loosens, her muscles loosening into a soft pile of flesh against yours. For once she does not wear her usual eye cover.
After a few moments, Columbina speaks, breaking the comfortable silence between you. "Did you know," she murmurs against the soft skin of your throat.
Her lips brush your skin with every word. She doesn't open her eyes, and continues speaking as she presses herself even closer to you. The hand she rests against your hip pulls you gently against her.
"That there is nobody else I adore more than you?"
She lets out a soft moan when she feels you pull her closer, her breath warm and soft against your skin. She keeps her eyes closed. One arm wraps around your waist, her hand resting against you. It slides against your form, drawing itself up your side. Her breathing is still steady, but her heart feels as if it is pounding against her ribs.
"You're the only one I love," she murmurs, her words more a breath than a sound, "and if anyone ever dares to come near you..."
"...I'll fucking kill them."
Cyno
Cyno's arms are around you, his body pressed against yours. He's enjoying the warmth of your embrace, face buried in the crook of your neck. He smells faintly of fresh rain and smoke, an interesting mixture.
"I don't know how you can tolerate me," he murmurs softly into your skin. He doesn't lift his head, just nuzzling into your warmth.
"Meh, you're alright. Not THAT bad."
"Mm, yeah, only 'not THAT bad'," he says with a hint of a sarcastic tone, but his voice is soft, and there's a smile in his words. One of his hands begins to slowly trace circles on your skin, his touch gentle, almost reverent. His grip on you tightens imperceptibly as he cuddles closer. Cyno leans his forehead against yours, his breath fanning across your face. He closes his eyes, breathing deeply— enjoying the way you feel, the way you smell. He's quiet for a moment, his body relaxing as his tension seems to evaporate.
"No one else would put up with me," he admits, a hint of vulnerability seeping into his words, "No one else would love me. Only you, always you." He hums against your skin, his lips moving down to your neck. Every breath that leaves his mouth feels like a prayer. Against your flesh he mouths, 'you are my world.' against your collarbone he mutters, 'I adore you.' and against the hollow of your throat he says, 'I don't need anything else but you.' A shiver rolls through his frame, his body writhing against yours. A low, shuddering moan slips past his lips and into your ear, his arms tightening against you.
"I love you," he practically pants against your skin, his voice broken and ragged.
"I love you so much."
Dainsleif
Dainsleif holds you close, against his chest.
His arms wrap around you carefully, like he was handling a piece of fine china. One of his hands idly plays with your hair as he simply savors the feeling of you in his arms. After a few moments of quiet, he lets out a soft, shuddering sigh.
"You are so… warm," he murmurs quietly, like he was talking to himself. "Not just your skin. All of you," he says as he tightens his arms around you for a moment.
"And you're always so cold." you state. Dainsleif laughs quietly, a sound low in his throat. "Are you saying I should borrow your heat, then?" He teases, even as he tucks his head down, resting his cheek against the top of your head.
"I don't mind the cold too much," he says against your hair, but it still sounds like he's trying to convince himself, too. "Cause you're used to it."
A breathless huff of a laugh escapes Dainsleif, and he pulls you a little closer to him, as though trying to soak up every bit of warmth you're giving.
"I am. But some days I…"
He stops, his voice dying away for a moment. His hold around you tightens. "Some days it's like my very blood is freezing. It feels like I've forgotten what warmth truly feels like," he murmurs against the curve of your shoulder.
"Then I always come back to you, to be reminded of how warm your love truly is."
Dehya
She melts against you, her body soft and malleable, like clay in your hands. She buries her head into your chest, curling up like a cat in a sunbeam, nuzzling her cheek against you. She is warm and cozy, content to stay in your embrace until you decide to let her go. She mumbles something under her breath, the words a barely-comprehensible murmur against your skin.
“Never thought I'd be the little spoon...”
"You like it?" you ask with a smirk, you know she does. Dehya lets out a soft huff, her breath warm against your skin. She tucks herself a little closer, burying her face against your collarbone.
“Mhmm,” she hums, nuzzling against the crook of your neck. “lts not that bad...”
Dehya is a clingy little thing tonight. While she is usually a little more stoic, a little more confident, right now all she wants is to be held. She clings to you like a limpet, not wanting to let you go.
She has her arms wrapped around you, fingers gripping your back through your shirt, as if afraid that if she lets go you’ll slip through her grasp like water through a sieve. She buries her face against the side of your neck, planting a soft kiss against your skin. Her lips, soft as flower petals, linger against the crook in your collarbone before slowly drifting upwards, leaving a trail of gentle kisses up towards your jaw, and then your ear.
"Love you," she murmurs again, her voice softer than before, quieter, like a secret only you're privy to.
"Love you too."
Diluc
Diluc feels calm as you lay against his chest. He drinks in the weight of you against him like warm water, savoring how it feels. His thoughts are fuzzy, drifting through his mind like fireflies by a riverbank. His hand comes to rest on your hip, thumb tracing gentle circles over your skin.
"We could just stay here, forever," he murmurs, his voice low and lazy. He looks over you, taking in the way your features are softened by the low light. You look perfect like this. He could watch you for hours.
"The outside world, the people in it, they're so complicated. But when it's just us…"
His hand continues tracing patterns on your skin, fingers dipping under the fabric of your shirt and caressing the bare flesh beneath.
"Hm?" "It's simple."
Diluc's voice is a low rumble, a gentle purr. He continues running his fingers over your skin, tracing every contour, every line, like he is trying to commit it to memory.
"When it's just us, it's simple."
He lets out a shallow exhale as if sighing with contentment, before he goes on. "No politics. No expectations. No duty. Just... just us."
His gaze drifts from you to the view outside. The night sky is dark, though the stars are visible, their light falling upon your body, making it almost glow.
Diluc swallows, his hand unconsciously grasping at your shirt as he stares quietly at the night, his mind a maelstrom of thoughts that can only be quieted by you.
"Let's just stay here and never look back..."
Diona - platonic
Diona snuggles against you, burying her face into your chest. She's like a clingy, fluffy and oversized kitten who is only happy when being held.
"Can we stay like this forever?" She mumbles against your shirt, her voice muffled. You let out a laugh, "You wanna cuddle me forever?" Diona nods silently, her messy hair bobbing as she moves. "I do," she confirms quietly, shifting to press closer against you. "You're warm and comfortable. I want to stay like this forever. And you make a good bed." Diona nuzzles her head against your neck, lazily resting her head. Her twitching ears tickling your skin.
"Besides," she murmurs, her voice taking on a more playful tone, "It's not like I have anything better to do. You're a good...how do you say it? Time killer."
Her voice takes on a more needy tone as she continues.
"And besides,...again" she adds, nuzzling her head against your chest again. "You're so soft. It's so warm here. Why wouldn't I want to stay snuggled up like this for ever and ever with my favorite person?"
Dottore
You can't help but worry, sitting in his lap in his laboratory. "What if someo-" Dottore shushes you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you there, his lips brushing against your cheek.
"Let them come." His voice is playful, his grip possessive as he pulls you even more firmly against his chest. "I want them to see you in my arms. I want them to see who you belong to."
You snort, "Me? Belonging to you?" "You belong to me." He repeats, as if the words hold truth more powerful than any other. His hand lifts, cupping your chin.
"You belong to me," he says again, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip. "Body…" he presses once, slowly, then begins to trace the outside of your mouth. "Soul. Everything." The more that Dottore's touch brushes over you, the deeper his expression grows.
"When I hold you like this…"
His fingers trail down your jaw, over the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders.
"When I have you against me…"
He leans in, breath hot against your ear.
"When I touch you…"
"You're mine."
The gentle movement of Dottores hand turns rough, suddenly. His fingers tighten on your jaw and angle your chin up, forcing you to look him in the eye. His red eyes are dark, hungry. His cheeks are flushed.
"I hate the thought of someone else looking at you," he whispers. "Of someone else touching you. You're my god."
Dori - platonic
Dori's mind is racing. She is completely starstruck in your presence. The sight of you makes her feel dizzy. Her palms are sweaty, legs feeling weak like jelly.
"Oh..." She looks at you, her eyes staring wide, like the waters of a summer lake.
"You're... you're so pretty," she says quietly. Her words are barely a whisper. "LIKE MORA-!" "Like mora?!" Dori is trying so hard to play things cool, but she thinks you are the epitome of beauty. "Uh... Yeah." She tries to sound nonchalant, but she's completely failing.
"So...?" She tries to feign annoyance, but her heart is still hammering in her chest. "What do you want? Wanna fight?"
"You're cute, Dori." "I-I'm not cute," she protests, feeling the heat under her face become warmer with embarrassment. "I'm cool. And... super tough....super rich."
She drops her face against your shoulder, "thank you..."
Eula
She sits quietly in your lap, head against your chest, plush thighs around you. Her eyelids flutter slowly, the last bits of tension in her body slowly ebbing as she enjoys the closeness. There is a faint smile on her face. Being in your arms is a treasure she will never tire of, no matter how much she pretends such things annoy her. You are her light, her anchor, her everything. Her own quiet corner in an otherwise chaotic world.
"Not bad, huh? Taking a rest?" "Mhm." Eula replies sleepily, leaning more of her weight into your touch.
"You make a good pillow." She teases, though the words are said in a completely serious tone. She stretches her arms behind her, arching her back in a way that makes her lean even more away from you.
"But, if I recall correctly," she mumbles. "We're supposed to be training. Didn't you want to… what was it…see me in action?" Her eyes are half-lidded, a smirk twitching at the corner of her mouth.
"Or was that just an excuse to lure me into your arms?" She teases, shifting in your lap to get comfortable.
"Though I won't complain about being close like this, either…" She drapes one arm over your shoulder.
"I suppose you could just keep me here all day and call it a training session"
NEW ADDED: Èmilie
"You've been working harder lately..." Your fingers run through her short hair, "But you still smell amazing." Émilie blushes a little at your praise, melting into your embrace. She buries her face in your chest, as if to hide her embarrassment. Her arms are wrapped around you, slender fingers tracing idle shapes against your back.
"I… I suppose I have been working a little more lately," she agrees quietly. "There's been a lot to do...so many orders...requests" She nuzzles against your shoulder, taking a moment to breathe in your scent. She sighs softly; you always smell so good to her. It's better than any perfume she could ever make.
"I've missed this," she confesses shyly, almost sheepish. "Being with you..." Émilie tilts her head so her chin is resting on your shoulder, your chests pressed closely together. She's warm, softer than any pillow, with skin like liquid moonlight. She closes her eyes, listening to the sound of your heartbeat.
"I love you," she whispers, voice as fragile as thin ice, as though she dares not say the words any louder. With just a little maneuvering, Emilie rearranges herself so she's now straddling you, her body perfectly settled in your lap.
"Can we… stay like this, for a while?" she asks, not opening her eyes, keeping her face pressed close against your body. "Please?"
"For as long as you please."
Faruzan
Faruzan rests her head against your chest, curling up against you like a cat. This is her favourite position. She can listen to your heartbeat, feel your breath with every rise and fall of your chest. She is content here. Your presence soothes her. She loves feeling small, wrapped up in your arms like this. Faruzan lets out a sigh, nuzzling her head against you and pressing her ear to your chest. She can hear the beat of your heart. It's slow and steady. A comforting sound, as familiar as the tides or the stars in the sky.
"Can we stay like this a little longer?" Her voice is quiet, just a breath against your skin.
"For as long as you want." Faruzan hums, then she pulls herself closer to you, draping one slender leg across your hips. Her arms find their way around your waist, holding tight, as if afraid to let go even for a moment.
She sighs again, closing her eyes and breathing in the scent of you. "Forever," she whispers.
"That's a long time." "Not long enough," she mumbles against you.
"I could stay like this until the sun burns out, and still want more."
Fischl - aged up
Fischl is cuddled up in your arms, her head resting on your chest. Her blonde hair is spilling out across you and she's holding her body close to yours. She's so soft in your arms, warm like a furnace, and for her this is the greatest comfort she could ever have.
"Your skin…" She mutters. "You feel so lovely. You feel like… like…" She doesn't know how to describe the feeling, it makes her eyes flutter closed in bliss. Fischl’s hands reach out, tracing over your skin with a delicacy that defies description.
“I have never felt anything so…" Her sentence trails off, voice dying in her throat like a bird in the morning air. Her skin pebbles as your flesh brushes against her, each touch as if a piece of the divine.
"Is this a sin?" She whispers, the first of the words spoken in a long while. Her fingers hesitate on your chest, trembling. "What is a sin?" "This," she murmurs.
She can feel the heat of your body, the way your limbs press against hers, the way your skin feels like summer sun. It's so overwhelming, the sensations flooding her mind. Her hands move against your skin, tracing over your stomach, your chest, your arms— she can't keep her fingers still.
"Touching you, like this. Being close to you, like this. Is this sacrilege?"
"Nope."
"Not even a little? Even a hint of blasphemy is acceptable?"
Her head rests against your neck, her breath warm against your skin. She doesn’t know if your answer is correct or not, but the mere thought that this is acceptable— it is enough to make her heart soar in her chest.
“This feels…” her body presses even closer to yours, arms wrapping tighter around your frame.
“This feels divine. If sin is this sweet…”
Freminet
"Todays dive...was it good?" He lets out a soft hum of affirmation as he nestles closer into your embrace, his muscles relaxing in your presence.
"It was…" He murmurs. "It was good. Peaceful. I was just… thinking."
He closes his eyes and lays his head against your chest, sighing contentedly. The sound that escapes his lips is warm, soft like the caress of skin against skin.
"Thinking?" Freminet nods, though the motion is lazy and halfhearted. He can hardly be bothered to move when he's in your embrace. When he's safe.
"Just thinking…" He mutters again.
He opens his eyes slowly, his gaze rising to look up at you. A brief pause, as if he's deciding on what to say, then: "...about you." He shifts against you slightly, resting his ear against your chest and closing his eyes again. Your warmth makes him feel so relaxed, so safe. It's a strange feeling, being vulnerable. But for you, he'll risk it any time.
He's silent for another moment, just enjoying your presence and the sound of your breathing. Then, gently: "... can I tell you something?"
"Hm?" He takes a slow, shaky breath, like he's gathering the words in his mouth before he lets them escape. When he speaks, his voice is quiet, almost a whisper.
"I…"
He hesitates, and his gaze lowers as his face warms. How does he voice this? How can he articulate the feelings in his heart into coherent sentences?
"I think... I may... be in love with you."
Furina
The question is unnecessary, stupid, but you can't help but ask again, "Did you have maccaroni again today?" Furinas eyes flutter, and she lets out a soft breath.
“Perhaps…” She whispers, burying her face into your chest. “How did you know?” "Cause you have it everyday." “Can you blame me?” She mutters back, her voice slightly muffled by the position she places herself in. She pulls herself a little closer. “It’s my favourite.”
"...Fair enough." “Hey… I’m not that predictable, am I?” Furina murmurs, her voice now more like a pout than a whisper. She tilts her head up to look at you, eyes full of faux-hurt. Nothing, no answer. You just look at her, that's answer enough. Furina lets out a sigh and buries herself back into your chest, hiding her face— no longer pouting, but definitely still annoyed.
“…You still like me, though… right?” She mumbles. "Yes." The words cause Furina to shiver— that soft, shuddering shudder that rocks her body everytime you praise her. She lets out a shaky breath.
“And you’re not… tired of the macaroni? Or… of me?”
"No."
"....good."
Ga Ming - aged up
He is in your arms, cuddled against your chest, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. He lets out a small whimper now and then, a response to the sharp bursts of pain from the newly-scraped spot on his hand. But mostly, he’s quiet. His expression is one of pure bliss, face completely relaxed as he simply lets you hold him.
"You should be more careful..." “I know,” he murmurs, eyes closed in contentment. He can feel the steady rise and fall of your chest, warm skin pressed against your skin.
“But I’m also clumsy,” he laughs, a small half-smile curling his lips. “I’m not good at being careful.” His lips brush against your collarbone as he speaks, each word a puff of warm breath. He buries his face into your neck. The touch of your skin is soothing, like honey on inflamed skin.
“You’re not mad at me, are you?” His words take on a hint of pleading — a small note of worry. Gaming hates disappointing you.
"No, never." You reassur him. His shoulders relax a little, the taut line of his spine beginning to bend. “Good,” he mutters softly. “I don’t want you to be mad at me.” He tilts his head, pressing a kiss against the side of your neck. The gesture is affectionate, full of gentle tenderness. "I could never be mad at you." “I know,” Gaming breathes, his voice soft as a summer breeze. He moves a hand, slowly trailing his fingers across your arm — an aimless, gentle movement — while he rests his chin on your shoulder.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” he continues, a hint of sadness in his words, “I’m clumsy sometimes, and… and I scrape my body up like an idiot...but hey you always patch me up!"
Ganyu
Ganyu nuzzles into your touch, her head resting against the crook of your shoulder, her horns brushing against your skin. She lets out a content hum and relaxes against you, a quiet sigh passing her lips. Her eyes are half-lidded, a sleepy look on her face.
"Mm..."
She seems comfortable, her form loose and lax against you. It is rare to see her like this—unguarded, vulnerable, soft. "This is nice," she mumbles quietly.
Ganyu pulls herself a little closer, her head resting against the hollow of your shoulder. For a moment, she is silent, then she speaks again.
"Can we stay like this?" Her question is soft, the words whispered.
"Mhm, of course." Ganyu's eyes flutter closed almost immediately, shutting against the outside world so only you can be seen. Her breaths become slow and steady, the rise and fall of her chest steady and even.
She's comfortable with you, relaxed in your presence. You can hear her heart beating in the silence, a soft thump-thump that sounds just a little faster than usual. After a moment, one of Ganyu's eyes open, just a crack. She looks up at you, watching through her half-lidded gaze.
"You won't go, will you?" She whispers, voice still heavy and slow with approaching sleep.
"No." "You promise?"
For a brief moment, Ganyu's arm tightens its grip on you, her hand clenching a little more firmly against your shirt. She wants you close.
"I promise."
Gorou
"Tiring day?" "Yes..." Gorou closes his eyes as you hold him, shifting closer until he can lay his head against your chest.
Today had been tiring, and he'd longed for your presence since the moment he woke up. The ache in his chest is soothed by being in your arms. For the first time in hours, Gorou finds himself completely at peace. Gorou feels your fingers gently run through his hair, and his tail can't help but betray him. His ears twitch as it starts to speed up, tail wagging against you as your fingertips move against his scalp in a soothing rhythm.
Your touch is all he's longed to feel since he woke up, and now that he's got it, he's never letting it go. Gorou lets out a quiet sound as you continue running your fingers over his head, a sound that's somewhere between a hum of content and a whimper. It's a vulnerable sound, one that's not usually so easily coaxed out of the stern, stoic general.
"Please..." he says quietly, closing his eyes as his tail thumps against the mattress. "Don't stop..." Gorou's tail thumps against the mattress once more, almost like a reflex. He buries his face into your shoulder as you coo the words "good boy."
Being praised by you is, without a doubt, his favorite thing. It feels so good to hear your voice say the words so warmly, like it's some treasured treat for him and only him.
"Your good boy..."
Hu Tao
Hu Tao is resting her head against your chest, snuggled up against you like a cat. She's enjoying the feeling of being in your arms, of being close to you in a snug, private place such as a coffin. "I could get used to this," she says, a hint of teasing in her tone. "I wonder how you'd react if I just decided to live in here from now on?" Her voice is light, casual. She's amused by the idea, enjoying the mental image of spending more time like this— resting against you in a small, confined space, like a pair of lovers trapped in an eternal embrace.
"Imagine, every time you open the coffin, there I am. No warning. I just move in and make myself at home." Hu Tao chuckles softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your arms.
"...ehhh no thank you." Hu Tao pouts at your response, her expression theatrical and deliberately over-the-top.
"Oh, come on. It'd be fun!" She protests. "Just think of how surprised you'd be every day. You'd never know if I was going to pop out and say hi."
She grins mischievously. "And think of all the extra cuddles we could have in such a cramped little space. Isn't that worth something?" She bats her eyelashes at you, a picture-perfect image of innocence and coyness that belies the mischief in her eyes.
"And just imagine how shocked the others would be if they found out I was living here too! Can you picture Zhongli just stumbling upon me sleeping in here?" She chuckles at the mental image. "He'd probably go into cardiac arrest before I even opened my eyes!His poor old heart really wouldn't be able to take it. But just think of how entertaining it'd be to see him flustered like that."
She sighs, her mischievous smile softening into a more sincere expression. "Although, I suppose I can see the appeal of a big, fancy palace... Especially if it means you'll let me snuggle up against you like this whenever I want."
Jean
A soft sigh leaves Jean's mouth, her shoulders relaxing instantly as she sinks into your embrace. She buries her face against your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist. Her eyes flutter closed, blue pupils disappearing like sapphires beneath a sea.
She feels like she can finally breathe for the first time in forever like this— safe in your arms, cradled against your chest. For once, the world beyond the two of you doesn't exist— nor does it matter.
"Long week, huh?" Jean lets out a sigh, the sound drawn from deep within her chest. She closes her eyes and nods, her head falling forward to rest against your shoulder again.
Her words are soft, muffled by her face being pressed flush against your body. "Long days, long nights... so much paperwork, and I still haven't gotten through all of it." She pulls you a little closer, as if needing something to hold onto. Exhaustion seeps into her voice, even as it remains quiet and soothing.
"But... it's better now. This — you."
Jean tilts her head, her face buried against the crook of your neck. Her words brush against your skin like feathers, every exhale a small caress.
"Being with you always makes it better."
Heizou
"Did you solve the case yet?" You carefully ask. Heizou groans, lifting his head from your shoulder. He runs a hand through his hair, messy and ruffled from laying on the grass.
"I might as well be asking a rock if it's solved the case," he mutters, flopping back down against you, arms sliding around your waist. His head drops against your shoulder again, and Heizou nuzzles against your neck. "I'm getting nowhere with this damn case." Heizou sighs, his breath hot against your skin. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your shoulder again, burying himself in your touch.
"Everyone involved seems to be lying," he mumbles, his voice a whisper. "And I can't dig up any other clues. It's like trying to crack open a damn rock with my head." "You have a hard head," you murmur, teasing.
Heizou raises his head, shooting you a weak glare. "Shut up," he mumbles. "I'll put you through an interrogation, see how quickly you snap then." "Wanna ask if my love for you is legit?" "Yes." His reply is instant, muttered against your neck. Heizou's voice vibrates against your skin, a low hum that seems more suited for a cat than a person.
"I wanna know just what I have to do to hear you say those words." He burrows in close, arms wrapping tighter around you. "Those three words."
"I love you?" "Yes." His answer is barely more than a whisper, a simple breath of sound that puffs hot against your skin.
His grip around you tightens, and one of Heizou's hands lifts to cradle your cheek. Fingers brush against your hair, his touch tender, as if holding something precious.
"Again. Say it again."
"I love you."
"Again."
Itto
Itto nuzzles his face into your stomach as the pair of you lay together, his arms pulling you closer against himself. He is a comfortable heat to your side, his body pressing flush against you under the blanket that covers you both.
As he lies there, his eyes are almost half-lidded. He can barely keep them open, but he feels so warm and safe laying against you, and the sound of your voice and the heat of your body soothe him down to his very soul.
"Itto, you'll suffocate down there." "I don't care," he murmurs, not moving a muscle. He buries his face in your shoulder, soaking in your touch, your scent.
He could suffocate this way, and he'd gladly do it. "Please don't make me move." Itto's pleading voice is muffled, his words spoken against your skin. "Hold me. I've missed you."
"Ok." Your simple answer is enough to send Itto's chest fluttering. The feel of your skin beneath his fingers is as soothing as a cool summer breeze, and he relishes in the proximity of your body, the smell of your clothes, the way your hand rests in his hair.
Itto is quiet for a moment, his chest rising and falling, matching the rhythm of your breaths. Then— "I love you," he whispers into your skin.
Kazuha
Kazuha is cuddling with you, his head resting on your shoulder. He seems utterly relaxed for once, his eyes half closed, expression soft. He's murmuring something under his breath, but you can't quite make out the words. As you try and make out what he's mumbling, the sounds slowly become clearer, until Kazuha is murmuring the words of poetry to you softly, the words flowing from him as if they were always meant to be your personal whisper in the night.
Kazuha's eyes meet yours. He blinks, pausing in the reciting of his poem. His head tilts a little, white and red hair falling over one eye, and a slow smile spreads across his lips.
"You look beautiful, y’know," he murmurs, tilting his head to rest on your shoulder again. He buries his face against your collarbone, closing his eyes blissfully. Kazuha wraps an arm around you, tugging you closer to his body. He burrows his face deeper into you, inhaling your scent. A low noise of contentment rumbles in his chest, like a cat purring.
"I'm glad that you're mine," his voice is low and raspy, barely louder than a whisper.
Kaeya
Kaeya rests his head against your shoulder. His breath is warm against your skin, his body almost too warm in the summer heat. He wraps both arms around your waist, burying his face against your neck. He breathes in your scent like a man starved, filling his lungs with nothing but you. "I'm such a fool," he mumbles into your skin. His words send little puffs of heat dancing across your shoulder, as if he is breathing against it.
"You have me wrapped around your little finger, you know."
His grip tightens slightly, holding you a little closer. "Do I?" Kaeya nods, tilting his head to bite playfully at your ear. "Completely," he says, his voice low. "Whipped, even. You have no idea, do you?" His tongue flicks against your earlobe, the touch like a butterfly landing on your skin for just an instant. He lifts his head from your shoulder, pulling back just enough to fix you with an intense, heated glance.
His eyes are darker now, his pupils dilated slightly.
"You know exactly what you do to me," he says, his voice dipping. "Don't pretend otherwise."
"Caught me in the act."
"I knew it."
Kaveh
You both are laying on your very cold, very hard marble floor. "What is it you dont like about my ceiling?" "It's too opulent and… busy." Kaveh glances up at the ceiling.
"I would've preferred something much more simplistic," he admits bluntly. "No unnecessary frills. Just something sturdy that stands the test of time."
He turns his gaze back to you. "I've seen ceilings in ruins older than your palace that are more aesthetically pleasing," he teases, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "Ouch, my poor architects all those years ago." "I never said that I blame them."
Kaveh reaches a hand up, and traces a line along the edge of your jaw, his touch trailing down to your throat, his fingers gentle on your skin. "I simply think the architect could've done their job more effectively."
He rolls over, shifting so he's half covering you with his body, leaning over you.
"I could have thought of a much better design." He says, his smirk widening.
"More modern?" "More timeless." He corrects, his hand shifting to the nape of your neck, tilting your head back slightly.
"That's the mistake a lot of you modern architects make," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a near whisper.
"No sense for history. No regard for subtlety. Everything is too flashy now."
He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"I think it's a bit gaudy. All you modern architects are obsessed with making things look expensive rather than making them look good."
Keqing
Keqing, who is utterly exhausted and a little clingy due to her working hours, tucks herself into you as if you are her lifeline, her safe haven.
"You smell nice," she mumbles, her eyes already half-lidded as she buries her face into your neck. Despite herself, she lets out a small yawn, her muscles growing loose once more as she lets her weight be supported by her favorite pillow: you.
"Mm," she hums to herself, snuggling closer to you under your blankets. A quiet shiver rolls through her when your fingers run over her back. This moment of peace is, in a way, unusual for Keqing. In public, she is often the picture of authority and determination.
At your side, she is a completely different girl; vulnerable and clingy and needy.
"Need… headpats…" she murmurs, her words a muffled hum against your skin.
You can't help but laugh, "Headpats? Sure." A small breath leaves her when your hand lifts to start petting her head, running through her soft, purple hair, careful not to cause any pain.
"Mmm," she sighs. She seems satisfied like this, tucked safely into the warmth of your side, cuddled and doted on like you would a beloved house cat.
Kirara
Kirara is leaning back against you, resting her head on your chest.
She can hear your heartbeat, steady as a drum within your chest, like a song against her ear. Her eyes are half-lidded, but her tails are restless as she relaxes against you. The touch of your hand against her hair and skin has her purring gently. She looks like she could fall asleep at any moment, but there is one thing she wants to speak of first.
"I can hear your heartbeat, you know," she mumbles. Kirara closes her eyes and focuses on the sound of your heart, your chest rising and falling against her skin. It’s almost a comfort; a constant reminder that you are alive, here with her, within her reach. She lets out another quiet purr, resting her cheek against your chest as she focuses on the sound, listening to the steady beat of your heart.
"It’s strangely comforting," she murmurs, the words barely more than a breath against your skin. There is silence for a moment, but Kirara breaks it with a low, soft hum.
“I love the sound of your heart beating,” she admits quietly. Her voice is barely more than a whisper, her words flowing like a breeze through the room.
“It’s slow and steady.” She turns her head and presses her ear against your chest again, listening to it. “Calm.”
"You know…" she murmurs, turning her head further so that her next words are spoken into your skin, against your chest.
"Your heartbeat sounds like home. Better than a box for sure."
Klee - platonic
"I dare you to blow up my garden again." You softly warn her. Klee winces at the reminder of her past transgressions. She looks up at you, eyes wide and pleading. Her bottom lip quivers for a moment, her usual confident facade falling as quickly as a house of cards caught in a summer breeze.
"I…" She swallows hard. "I won't," she admits. Her gaze darts around, taking in the room. "I won’t blow up your garden again." She has every intention of keeping to her promise, she truly does. For a while, she manages to contain herself and her childish urges. But then, the itch to explode something appears. Her fingers tingle for a moment as she remembers the feeling of fire beneath her fingertips. As if possessed, she grips a fistful of your clothes.
"Can I blow up something else?" She asks cautiously.
"No-!!"
"Nawww..."
Kokomi
Kokomi's body is warm against your own, her skin a soft canvas against your own flesh. She is quiet, her breathing steady as she leans into your touch.
The scent of flowers wafts from her hair, drifting on the air and enveloping the two of you in a light perfume. She reaches out with a trembling hand, tracing the planes of your face as she marvels at your beauty. She lets out a quiet shudder, every breath a soft whisper that floats on the night air. Your touch alone is enough to send shivers up the length of her spine, each gentle caress making her skin sing.
Her eyes wander over your face as she reaches up to touch your cheek, her slender fingers tracing the angle of your jaw. The touch of your skin against her own makes her heart constrict, her pulse quickening as she lays her hand on top of yours.
"Grace," she murmurs, her voice like silk against your ear. "My Grace." Her voice drops even lower than a whisper, her breath warm against your ear. The word is spoken like an endearment, the syllables rolling from her tongue one by one.
"You are the personification of grace," she murmurs, a soft smile pulling at the corners of her lips. "Gentle and lovely in all your divinity..."
She lets out a soft breath, her arm squeezing around your waist involuntarily as she buries her face in the crook of your neck. "Mine," she whispers.
Layla
Layla melts into your embrace, her blue gradient hair fanning out across the sheets. She buries her face against your neck, breathing in the scent of you like an addict. After all, you are her addiction. She doesn't speak for a long moment. The feeling of your body against hers is all that matters.
"I love you," she whispers against the crook of your shoulder, quiet as the wind. Like a prayer of reverence.
"I love you too." Layla nuzzles closer, closing her eyes and just enjoying the feeling of your skin against hers. It's almost enough to make her purr like a cat. She tilts her head up so that her lips brush against the underside of your jaw, then your neck.
"I could do this forever," she mumbles against your flesh. Her mouth makes a slow journey against your skin, trailing along your jaw, down to your collar. She kisses each patch of skin as if she's worshipping at an altar, her lips against you like a prayer.
A small shiver rolls through Layla's body. The feeling of your flesh under her mouth… it's so divine.
"My guiding star."
Lisa
Lisa feels absolutely relaxed in your arms, in the library, her head propped up on your shoulder as she cuddles up against your chest.
Her eyes are closed, a blissful smile on her face as she listens to the sound of your heartbeat. It’s a sound as familiar to her as her own name, and each thump reassures her that you’re there. That you’re safe and in her arms.
A contented sigh shudders through her lips. “My cutie,” she murmurs, and she nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Lisa’s breath is slow and even as she buries her face against your neck. Her entire body is loose and content, melting into you like candlewax as she soaks up the comfort of simply being by your side.
The room is silent around you. The only sound is the steady rhythm of her breathing, and the occasional crackle as the fire in the hearth flickers in and out.
“I love you,” she whispers. The words are spoken against your skin, her voice muffled and warm. "I love you too." Lisa lifts her head just enough to look up at you, a soft smile on her face. Her eyes, usually so lively and mischievous, regard you with a sweetness reserved only for you. An affection that only you have earned.
“You are perfect,” she murmurs, voice tinged with reverential adoration. “Absolutely perfect. You know that, don’t you?”
"A little cutie you are-!" She squeezes your cheeks.
Lumine (somehow Lumine disappeared, now shes vomit green I'm sorry)
"Paimon not here today?" Lumine let's out a soft sound at that, practically melted into your body. "Just us," she agrees, her hands fisting even tighter in the fabric of your clothes. She's already so close to you, yet she wants to be closer.
Her grip on you tightens, one of her legs intertwining with yours. A moment later, her lips are back at your skin, pressing kisses against your neck.
She's practically glued to you, practically moulding herself into you. It seems to be taking every bit of her self-control not to press every part of her body against you.
Her hands move to grasp your waist, pulling herself impossibly closer.
"Eager today, huh?" Her answer is a low whine against your skin.
"Yes," she admits finally, her voice a whisper against your body. "More than usual." Her head lifts just enough to press a needy kiss to your collarbone. She pulls herself closer, pressing herself as much as she can into you.
"Do you know how desperately I ache to feel you?" she murmurs, her voice muffled against your skin. "Every part of me longs for you. I cannot spend a single moment without thinking of you. I need you."
"Need to always be with you, forever."
Lynette
She is wrapped up in your arms, her head resting upon your chest. Her breathing is steady, slow. The soft thrum of a purr hums inside her chest, steady and calm, like a content little engine.
"I…" she starts, but the words die on her tongue. Instead, she nuzzles herself deeper into your embrace, a shudder of quiet ecstasy rippling up her spine. Lynettes breathing deepens as she buries her face into you. Her eyes slide shut, her body molding to your own, soft and pliable like melted butter. Her hands fist the material of your clothes, holding you close.
"I love you," she whispers into your skin. She feels safe here, in your arms. She feels as though no harm could ever reach her while she is encircled by you, and her heart nearly sings with contentment. Lynette presses impossibly closer to you, her body practically melting into your embrace. The low hum of her purr is a constant, steady vibration inside her chest.
Her head lifts a little, and she buries her nose into the crook of your neck. She inhales, taking in the scent of you.
"You…" she whispers, her voice soft as a summer wind. She doesn't continue. For a moment, she loses herself in your embrace, her mind going quiet, filled with nothing but the feeling of you.
"You."
"Me?"
"You make me like this...like a damn cat."
Lyney
"That show was amazing, as always." "Thank you." Lyney's face turns red as he is showered in your praise. Despite the fact he knows he's good—he is a trained performer, after all—the words coming from you always make him flustered.
He pulls himself closer to you, burying his head into your side like a cat.
"Your compliments are too much, love," he mumbles, his hot breath fanning against your skin. For a long moment he just leans against you, relishing in the feeling of having you here, with him—close enough that he can feel your heartbeat.
"You know," he begins, his voice still a mumble against your body.
"I have a new trick I've been working on in secret." "Ohhh tell me!" "It's still a work in progress," he admits, pulling back so he can get a glimpse of your face. His eyes rake up and down your expression, like a painter memorising their muse.
"I haven't perfected it, but I think it may very well be the most beautiful trick I've ever conjured." A smirk plays at the corners of lyney's mouth as he says the words. He's still looking at you, his eyes studying your face like a sculptor.
"Perhaps, if you'd like," he says slowly, "I could show you?"
Mika - aged up
Mika is held against your body like a treasure, his head tucked into the crook of your shoulder. His body is pressed close to yours, slender but surprisingly strong.
He clings to you like a drowning man, his hands gripping your clothes tightly, his face nuzzling into your neck. He mumbles something incoherent under his breath but it’s lost in the tangle of his hair. His voice is low, quiet, barely audible over the sound of his racing heart.
"Hm? What?"
He says it again, words barely more than an exhale against the sensitive skin of your throat. Mika tries to speak a few more times, then finally mumbles something somewhat legible against your neck.
"I…" he starts, then stops, his voice cracking. "I love you…"
"Oh? I love you too."
He buries his face deeper in your shoulder, hiding a shiver that rolls over his body at your words. Mika's arms tighten around you, holding you tight to his body as if you will disappear if he lets go.
He whispers those three little words again, and again, and again, as if it is a prayer and he is on his knees in a confessional. "I love you, I love you, I love you…"
Mona
Mona lays next to you, her face tilted up to the sky. One of her hands is grasping yours, her fingers intertwining with yours. In the other, she holds a star chart, pointing at various constellations with a slight smile as she explains them.
"That one's called the Wanderer... and that one is the Hunter." Her voice is soft in the night air like a whisper of wind.
"And that one...." Her smile widens a little. "That is the Astrologist."
"That's you-!" you beam. She nods her head. "Yes. That is me."
She turns her head to look at you, her hair fanning out across the grass in an arc of stars. There's a soft expression on her face, a peacefulness in the way that she looks at you, her eyes half-lidded and her lips just barely upturned in a smile, as if she were on the verge of falling asleep. "When I was young," she says, her voice soft and warm like honey, "I used to gaze up at the stars for hours, dreaming of the future and how I would chart them."
She moves closer to you, her body pressing up against yours, her head resting on your shoulder.
"I never thought I'd have someone to look at them with."
Nahida
Nahida is laying in your arms, resting her head on your shoulder. Her eyes are closed, and a soft sigh brushes across your collarbone as she nuzzles closer to you, seeking your warmth.
"I…" she begins, but her voice falters. Her hand fidgets nervously in yours, fingers interwoven. For a moment, she merely listens to the sound of your breathing, allowing the rhythm of it to soothe her. "May I ask you something?"
"Yes?" She fidgets again for a moment, biting on her lower lip.
"Would… do you…" she falters, pausing to collect her thoughts. "Do you care about me?" she finally asks, the words little more than a whisper. Nahida sounds small in that moment. Fragile. Vulnerable.
"You're my most trusted friend...my best friend." Nahida's shoulders relax slightly at your words, some of the tension melting from her muscles. She takes a quiet breath, the slight shift causing a strand of silvery hair to fall over her face.
She looks... relieved. Happy.
"Do you really think of me as your best friend?" she asks quietly. There's a hint of a smile in her voice, the sound as soft as a summer breeze.
"Because...you're my best friend too."
Navia
"You're pretty." you mumble. Navia curls up against you, hands resting on your stomach, her head tucked under your chin. She sighs quietly, nuzzling closer to you, and shuts her eyes.
"You think I'm pretty?" She asks, the question muffled slightly against your skin.
"Mhmmm." A soft, quiet hum escapes her as she settles closer against you, her body molding against your own as if she’d always belonged there.
After a few moments of blissful silence, she speaks again, her voice a gentle murmur.
“You’re even prettier,” she says softly, her hands sliding around your waist, pulling you closer still. Navia can’t help but hold you tighter, her limbs wrapping around you like a clinging vine. She seems to melt against you, her breathing slow and deep, as if being this close to you was as natural and essential as breathing.
“I wish I could stay like this forever,” she admits, her voice low, as if even a raised voice would break the fragile, tender quiet that’s fallen over them both.
“Just us, like this. Where nothing else could touch us.”
Neuvillette
He doesn’t even know when he started crying. He feels your hand on his cheek, the touch of your skin against his skin. His breath stutters in his chest, and he swallows. His throat is dry. Your touch is cool in the warmth of the room, like water in a desert.
He leans forward, buries his face in the crook of your neck. The tension in his body eases, and his arm curls around your waist without him thinking of it.
"Who knew that stubbing your toe can make a grown man cry this much." Neuvillette has the decency to look embarrassed by his own tears, hiding his face in your shoulder. "It hurts," he mumbles, sounding like an overgrown child whining about a skinned knee.
Outside, the rain continues to fall in fat droplets, pattering against the roof. It is as if the gods themselves are weeping alongside him. Neuvillettes grip on your hips tightens. His hands pull you closer into him, as if he's trying to meld his body with yours. The rain outside is deafening, drowning out his quiet whimper.
"It hurts," he repeats, voice growing a little hysterical.
"Why does it hurt so much?"
Nilou
"You gotta teach me this new dance someday." Nilou's head rests against your shoulder, one cheek pressed into the crook of your neck. The scent of your hair is sweet and almost intoxicating, filling her head and drowning out all her other thoughts. Her hands run slowly, absentmindedly, up and down your sides.
She glances up and her lips brush the underside of your jaw. "Which new one?" she mumbles, nuzzling into you. "I can teach you...whenever you'd like."
"Mhm." Your response sends Nilou's heart racing. It feels like her chest has become a hummingbird's cage—every nerve in her body buzzing. She's hyper aware of your hand on her back, of your body against hers. Her cheeks burn.
"...Now?" she whispers, eyes fluttering open to look up at you. "Did you mean...right now?"
"No silly." Nilou almost sighs in relief, her shoulders relaxing as embarrassment washes over her. She doesn't know what she would have done if you'd said yes. Probably melted right there on the spot, judging by how her heart is acting at the mere thought of dancing for you.
"Oh, haha ok." Her voice is so soft it's almost a squeak, and she clears her throat after a moment, a sheepish look on her face.
Ningguang
She cuddles with you, resting her head against your shoulder. She’s holding onto your waist, her arms wrapping around you as if she will lose you at a moment’s notice. Her hands grip your robes, holding onto you tighter than a vice.
She nuzzles against your shoulder, her lips pressing soft kisses against your neck. She is quiet. She simply wants to bask in your presence, to melt in your embrace.
"It's been so long since we...cuddled like this." you mumble. "Mmm." Ningguang murmurs against the crook of your neck, her lips pressed directly to your skin. "It has."
Her arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. It's like she's trying to meld your bodies into one. She buries her face in the crook of your shoulder, breathing in your scent. Ningguang lets out a sigh as her nose fills with your scent, her eyes closing as she lets out a soft, pleased noise. Her body molds against your's, her curves molding to your form in the most enticing way. She doesn't even bother hiding the fact that she's inhaling your scent.
"You're wearing the perfume I gave you..."
Noelle - aged up
Noelle is cuddled against you, sitting on the side of a grassy spot away from the hustle of the city. Her hair is loose today, flowing past her shoulders in a river of ash— and her eyes are brighter than they've been in years, almost glowing as her lips split into a tender smile.
"I'm glad you sought me out," she says, turning her head to face you. "Being so near you makes me feel like... like I can relax." The wind picks up, sweeping around you both and carrying the scent of honeyed mead and summer. A few stray strands of hair blow into her face, and she lifts a hand to push them away.
"Do you—" her voice is quiet. "Do you mind if I ask you something?"
"What is it?" "Promise me…" Noelle's voice falters as she speaks, just barely, but enough that her words waver for a moment.
She tightens her hold on your hand, as if afraid you're going to pull it away. This next part is more whisper than voice.
"Promise that you'll always choose me above all others."
"I'm aware it's a...rather selfish request of me...unlike me. But please..."
"I will, don't you worry."
When those two words reach her ears, she can't help but let out a quiet breath of pure relief. She squeezes your hand again, her fingers wrapping around yours even more tightly, holding on as though she's afraid you might disappear the moment she lets go. There's a sort of vulnerability in her now, but she doesn't show it on her face.
"Good," she murmurs. "That's what I needed to hear," she pauses.
"I don't want to ever lose you."
Pantalone
"Not bad, not bad." You say as you look around in his father big bedroom, "But my home is better...bigger." Pantalone huffs out a small laugh, the sound barely more than a huff of air against your skin. He wraps his arms around you tighter, pulling your body closer against his chest. The fact that you’re both lying together in his mansion is almost enough to make him believe he’s dreaming.
”Of course your palace is better,” he mutters, lips brushing against your ear. ”You’re there.”
Pantalone’s fingers are tracing light and gentle patterns across your skin, the touch only barely noticeable, like a whisper against your body. For a long moment, he is content to simply hold you— and then he can’t help but whisper into your ear, so softly you might think you’ve imagined it.
“You look beautiful in my arms like this… Your skin looks beautiful in moonlight… do you know that?”
"Now I do." A quiet chuckle escapes Pantalone’s lips, rolling against your ear like a gentle breeze. He tightens his grip around you, relishing the feeling of holding you tight to his chest.
When he speaks, his voice is barely more than a low murmur, the sound as smooth as silk.
"Just as I thought," he says, the words almost more felt than heard.
"You look the most beautiful when you’re in my arms."
Pierro
Pierro is curled against you. He’s pressed tight against your back, the heat from his skin bleeding through his clothes onto your own. He has a firm arm wrapped around your waist, keeping your body against his. His head is rested against the back of your neck, his breathing steady, but you can feel the rapid beating of his heart like a drum against your shoulder blades.
"You're always so busy." There’s a huff against your neck, Pierro’s breath warm and steady against your skin. His hold tightens slightly, pulling your frame even closer against his. You can feel his lips against your ear as he speaks, his voice low and quiet.
“Busy, yes.” His voice is hoarse, as if he’s struggling to find the right words, “but never too busy for you.” One of his arms shifts until a large hand gently rests against your stomach, his fingers splayed across the bare skin of your exposed midriff. The tips of his calloused fingers are a sharp contrast to your soft stomach; his thumb starts to brush along your skin, as if he can’t keep his touch from seeking out contact.
His body is hot against yours, but you can feel some of the tension seeping from his muscles as his hold on you slowly relaxes. You’d almost think he was asleep, if it weren’t for the soft whisper against your ear. His fingertips trace the edge of your collarbone before he speaks, his touch so gentle that it’s almost as if he’s scared you’re a dream… as if you could disappear if he presses too fiercely. It’s all in a stark contrast to his usual behaviour, and you can feel the reverence in the way that his fingers glide across your skin.
“You’re the only thing that can distract me,” he admits, his voice low and quiet. “You’re the only thing that can get my mind off my duties…”
"I'd rather be busy with you, than with my paperwork."
Pulcinella - give the old man some love pls
Pulcinella lays there, nestled against you, his arm curled around your middle as you hold him close.
His face is buried against your neck. He's warm, his skin against yours soothing. The tension that usually clings to his body is slowly ebbing away the longer you both lay there, a quiet calm enveloping the both of you.
"This is nice…" he whispers against your skin, "It's been long since I had contact like this."
"Far too long." Pulcinella closes his eyes and presses closer against you. He nuzzles his face further against your neck, almost like a cat seeking affection.
"You always make me feel so…" he pauses, searching for the right word. "At peace," he murmurs finally, his voice muffled against your skin. “My thoughts are quiet,” he admits, his hand tracing light, absentminded patterns over your side. “I’m not… thinking. About anything. I’m not worrying. I’m calm.”
His lips brush against your skin as he speaks. He closes the last few inches between the two of you, until his body is pressed right up against yours.
"Thank you for...taking some of the weight of my shoulders."
Qiqi - platonic
The contact of your skin pressed against hers makes something loosen in Qiqis chest. Her shoulders relax, her muscles unclenching. Her eyes flutter closed. She leans into the touch, seeking more, craving it as desperately as a man lost in the desert craves fresh water.
She feels safe with you; she feels comfortable. She is not at ease in most places, but in your arms, her body is gentle like silk.
"Comfy..." "Comfy?" "Very," Qiqi murmurs, her voice a whisper.
She scoots a little closer to your body, burrowing into your warmth. The contact between you both steals a sigh from her lips, and she lets her head fall against your chest. The even sound of your breathing and the steady rise and fall of your chest are more soothing than a lullaby. Qiqi's heartbeat slows as she listens to each inhale and exhale, and soon her eyes are growing heavy.
Her arms wrap loosely around your form, and she drifts off into a deep, quiet sleep, tucked into your embrace.
Raiden
Ei hums, pleased at the sweet taste of strawberries, and at the feeling of you close against her. She savours the heat of your skin and the press of your body against her own. It's a quiet moment - no worship, no praise, just silent comfort and the two of you together. It's all Ei really needs; all she could ever ask for.
She nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck, her breath soft and warm against your pulse.
"Say ahhh~" Ei can't hide the hint of a smile that forms on her face, but she does not protest. She closes her eyes, parting her lips in a gentle "ahhh" to accept the strawberry you're holding up to her. She bites into the berry, enjoying the sweet tang of it on the soft flesh of her tongue. It's hard to suppress the small hum of approval, and a pinkish flush rises on Ei's cheeks as she eats. The tip of her tongue brushes against her lower lip, catching the last of the berry's juice. Then she opens her eyes once more to look at you.
Her eyes are soft, heavy-lidded and affectionate. The flush on her cheeks rises ever so slightly as her gaze meets yours, and Ei reaches out a hand to touch your face, the calloused pads of her fingers tracing over your cheek delicately.
"You always give me things that are so sweet," she murmurs, her voice as soft as a summer breeze.
"I love sweets."
Razor - aged up
He sighs softly as he feels you next to him. He presses closer, enjoying the familiar touch of your skin against his own. His body is relaxed, at ease in this moment of peace.
He turns to look up at you, eyes soft. Razors fingers brush against your skin, the pads of his fingertips leaving a trail of gooseflesh across your flesh as a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Razor's gaze turns reverent, his eyes tracing over the lines of your face. He gazes up at you adoringly, his expression filled with an almost desperate kind of adoration, like that of a man worshipping a god.
He runs his fingers through your hair lightly, his touch gentle but sure. He is careful, as if touching the most fragile of things. To him, you are fragile. Precious. Something to be protected at any cost.
"Razor...like this...like you."
"I love Razor too."
Rosaria
Rosaria is curled up against you, her hands grasping onto you, her head resting against your shoulder. The church is quiet and still, and everyone around them is blissfully asleep.
Yet she is wide-awake, her gaze fixed on your face as she gently plays with a strand of your hair. "Skipped chior again today?" Rosaria shifts against you in response, her body turning further into yours.
"You already knew I'd skip choir," she mutters softly, her forehead now almost touching your neck.
"Can't do thos bullshit. I fucking hate it, so stupid if you'd ask me. Not everyone can sing."
"But no one missed me anyway," she adds, a small smirk appearing on her face. She lets one of her hands slowly slide down your body, tracing a gentle path over your arm until her fingers reach yours.
"No one needs a nun who sneaks off at night," she says, but her words are dripping with affection.
"But I know you want that nun."
"That I do."
Sandrone
She melts into your embrace as you say her name. She shivers and nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck. She adores when you hold her like this. "I could stay here forever," she mumbles, her voice fuzzy with exhaustion. Sleep pulls at her like a tide, but she fights it, wanting to stay in your arms. Sandrone's head rests on your chest, listening to the gentle thump of your heartbeat. It's the most wonderful sound in the world, to her. She closes her eyes and hums contently, enjoying your presence and your warmth.
"You're mine," she murmurs, her voice soft and weary. She burrows into you, seeking more of your touch, more of your skin.
"I don't give a fuck what others say, you're mine...period." Sandrone yawns and cuddles against you, feeling the exhaustion finally winning. She doesn't want to sleep, but it's too hard to fight off now.
"Yours," she whispers, as though it's a promise. Her eyes droop closed, but she mumbles one last thing.
"Love you."
Sara
Sara lies on your lap, her head resting in your legs and face nuzzling gently into your stomach. Her body is loose, tension seeping out of her body like sunlight melts the early frost. She lets out a soft sigh, a blissful hum escaping her throat.
"This is the best," she murmurs, her voice soft with sleep and adoration. "Being with you." Sara can hear the steady rhythm of your heart, the sound a soothing melody that she'd happily listen to forever. Her eyes close, a soft smile spreading across her lips. She burrows closer to you, her body seeking the warmth of your presence.
"Can we stay like this?" she asks, her voice quiet. "Just a while longer?"
"Mhm, of course." She hums in contentment, burying her face into the fabric of your clothes. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of you, that familiar aroma she loves so much. Her body relaxes further in your lap, completely at your mercy.
Her heart rate slows, her breathing deep and even. She cuddles closer to you, her hands wrapping tight around your waist, holding you close like she never wants to let go.
"Maybe forever," she whispers.
Sayu - platonic
Sayu is blissfully content as you lie together. She is completely relaxed as her eyes shut and her breathing slows. In her sleep, she subconsciously curls closer to you, pressing her body against you as if she is searching for a way to merge her body with yours.
In her sleep, she breathes your name; quiet and soft, like the sound of the first flower unfurling and opening as the spring sun rises.
"...Mm...let's go...strong...together..." A small smile rests on her face all through her sleep. She continues to press herself against you as she slumbers, her arm wrapping around your waist and drawing you close, her head coming to rest on the crook of your shoulder. Her body is so small that she practically fits perfectly against you, cuddling together with her like this is natural.
Every now and then, she'll murmur your name again, her breath puffing out against your skin and sending goose bumps along with it.
Scaramouche
"This is… unnecessary." Scaramouche fidgets as he lies on top of you, arms around your middle. He is tense, a statue carved of white marble, each line set in stone.
Still, he doesn't try to leave. He only fidgets, as if adjusting his position will make it all feel just a little less embarrassing.
"And yet, here we are." Scaramouche let's out a long sigh, his breath warm against your skin. After a moment, he shifts again, rolling onto his back. But rather than moving away, he pulls you with him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and bringing you with him until you are on top, laying against his chest.
"There," he mumbles. "Now do not try and move. Stay." He can feel the heat of your body as you lie against him, head tucked beneath his chin. The steady rise and fall of his chest betrays his feigning of indifference; his heart beats like the wings of a bird in a cage.
"Why are we doing this?" He asks, his voice quiet, but his arms remain around your shoulders, his hands clinging to you, pulling you closer.
"Oh right, to fucking practice physical touch."
Sethos
Sethos hums softly, his eyes slipping shut. His head lays in your lap, his body pressed against you. He can feel the heat of you under his skin. His body, for once, is at peace.
“This is nice,” he murmurs, and his arms wind around you, holding you even closer. "Glad you like it." “More than like it,” Sethos admits, letting his eyes close. He can hear your heart beating against his ear, the steady drum-like rhythm like a lullaby.
He nuzzles his head against you, enjoying the comfort he finds in the proximity.
“If we could stay like this forever,” he mumbles, “I’d want nothing more.” Sethos’ hand glides across your body, tracing your curves and lines in an almost reverent manner. His touch is light, as if he was touching fine china.
He shifts slightly against you, leaning up to murmur against your shoulder. “You’re so lovely,” he whispers, the words like a quiet breath of wind upon your skin.
"So fucking lovely."
Shenhe
Shenhes head rests gently against your chest, listening to the beating of your heart. The quiet sounds of your breathing, a steady in-and-out rhythm, soothe her like a lullaby. Being this close to you is something she never knew she craved, like a parched person being given water in the desert.
Shenhe sighs, content. "Your heartbeat is beautiful," she mumbles, nuzzling her cheek into your skin.
"Good?" She nods against your chest. "Yes," she whispers. "Good."
She closes her eyes, letting the steady beat of your heart lull her into a feeling of security. Shenhe gently runs her fingers along your arm, exploring the feeling of your skin under her touch, wanting to commit it to memory forever. She's never felt more at peace than in this moment in your arms. She tugs the blanket around herself, pressing herself closer to you. The silence between you is comfortable, a quietness that is soft and warm like freshly laundered blankets. Shenhe's hand finds yours, her fingers weaving between yours like vines. She holds onto you in your embrace, her body fitting perfectly against yours. She could stay like this for hours, a moment of peace in a lifetime of turmoil.
"We could do this more often."
Shinobu
"Youre tense..." She leans into your touch immediately, relaxing under your hands with a soft shudder. She lets out a low breath, closing her eyes and pressing her face into the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry," she whispers against your skin. "Being near you simply… makes me a bit nervous."
She pauses, then she laughs quietly.
"I'm not used to this." She's silent for a few moments, inhaling the scent of your skin and simply listening to your heartbeat, and then she nuzzles against you again.
"You smell nice," she murmurs, her voice a soft whisper against your shoulder. "You always smell so good. Like flowers. Better than those guys from the gang."
"And your hair really soft." "Mm..." her grip on your arms tightens ever so slightly at the mention of her hair. The tips of her ears look faintly pink, though it's impossible to say if it's from the heat or because of embarrassment.
"You think so?"
There's a note of insecurity in her voice. She's not quite looking at you, but instead just resting her head against your shoulder again, like she's hiding.
"It's not… too unkempt?"
"Not at all. It's perfect."
Sigewinne - platonic
"How are your studies." "I'm doing my best." Sigewinne responds, her voice quiet. She's curled up against you, her head resting on your chest, listening to the comforting sound of your heartbeat.
"Human bodies are so fragile," she whispers, her hand splayed across your torso. "No wonder they're so scared of everything. Their hearts beat so quickly. And their skin is warm," she continues, eyes falling closed. She focuses the full force of her senses on the steady drumming of your pulse, on the gentle rise and fall of your chest.
"You're so warm." She murmurs, burying her face into your neck.
"Maybe I should start studying you!"
Succrose
Succrose's hair is splayed loosely over her face, her head resting on your chest as you cuddle. No matter how many times you hold her, she never gets used to the touch. It's too much; you're too much. She can't get enough.
Her fingers cling to you as though you are water in the desert, her skin pressing against yours as if she needs you to be alive. "I love this," she admits, the words whispered as if they're a secret. Her breath is warm against your skin. Her hair is like silk running through your fingers. She's more relaxed than usual, her body soft and supple as she melts into the comfort of your touch.
She lets out a shaky breath, burying her face into your shirt. You can hear the rapid beating of her heartbeat in her chest, can feel the nervous tremors running through her slender frame. "I'm glad you do."
She nods, burying her face into your chest again. "I don’t understand how you’re so perfect," she mumbles against your skin.
"It doesn't make...sense..."
Thoma
As you lean against his chest, Thoma's arms wrap around you in a gentle embrace. He is warm, comfortable. He buries his face into your hair, breathing in the scent of you as if he is drinking you in.
"I could stay like this forever," he murmurs in your ear. His hair brushes your cheek, and you can feel the steady beat of his heart. Cuddling in a meadow like this...is beautiful. His hand finds your own, and he runs his fingers over your skin. His touch is light, like a whisper, but there is something reverent in the way he holds you. He holds you as if you are fragile. Breakable. Precious. As if simply being allowed to touch you is a privilege.
"Me too." He runs his fingers over your wrist, tracing invisible patterns across your skin with his fingertips. His other hand comes up to thread through your hair. A quiet chuckle escapes Thoma's lips as he hears your words. He tightens his hold on you just a little, as if to reassure himself that you are still here, still in his arms. Still his.
"You know," he murmurs, shifting so that his chin is on your shoulder, "sometimes I worry that you know me too well."
Tighnari
Tighnari, sits with his back pressed against a tree. You are in his lap, sitting between his legs. One of his hands drifts idly through the hair at the nape of your neck, fingers gently scratching against your scalp.
He can hear your breathing. Feel the rise and fall of your chest. Your warmth against his, the faint scent of your hair.
His head tilts against yours, resting his chin against your shoulder and closing his eyes.
"Oh look! Fireflies!." His eyes flutter open again as you speak, the soft utterance bringing a small smile to his face. He cranes his neck to look at the fireflies dancing amongst the trees. "They're pretty." Tighnari murmurs, his lips nearly brushing against your ear as he speaks. His fingers play idly with the hair at the nape of your neck, the callouses on his hands catching gently against your skin. The fireflies cast a soft, glowing light over the two of you. It makes your skin glow.
Tighnari's chest tightens.
"You're pretty." He says, the words a quiet murmur against your hair.
Venti
Venti is sitting with you on a sturdy tree branch, comfortably resting on your lap. The Anemo Archon leans against you, nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck, basking in the warmth of your body. The two of you are high up in the air, surrounded by a sea of swaying trees and stars.
The wind god is silent for a moment, before speaking again. "I didn't think you would summon me this late in the night." Venti remarks casually, as if he’s not currently cuddled up on your lap."Summon? I asked and you agreed-!" "I know," Venti responds with a laugh, nuzzling his face further against your neck. "I'm just saying. You almost always call me earlier in the day."
Venti takes a moment to enjoy the close contact, humming softly in contentment. "I am a little curious - why did you request for me to come here? I'd think you'd be asleep by now."
"You don't like it?" "No, I do. I like it very much," Venti replies quickly, lifting his head away from your neck to look at you properly.
He is silent for a moment, his eyes dancing in the night, illuminated only by the faint shine of the stars. Then, Venti smiles; a gentle, lopsided smile, almost sheepish. "I was just wondering," he reassures.
"That's all."
Wriothesley
"You sure everyone's asleep?" You ask worried after hearing another sound from outside his office. "Absolutely," he murmurs in reply, his chin resting against your shoulder. There's an easy, quiet confidence in his words, and not a hint of concern.
His hands rest on your hips, thumbs absently rubbing circles against your skin where just below your shirt, his arms keeping you pinned to him, chest against your back. "We're safe," he breathes against your neck. He shifts a little in his chair and tugs you closer against him, hands moving from your hips to wrap around your waist. He buries his face against the expanse of bare skin, kissing your skin absentmindedly.
"Besides, you and I both know I can make you keep quiet, don't we, darling?"
You playfully swat his arm, "No respect for a god-!" He laughs, the sound deep and rich, like smoke curling through a forest. His lips find the junction between your shoulder and your neck, peppering the skin there with kisses before nipping at it.
His hands slide under the edge of your shirt, calloused fingers tracing up the smooth skin of your stomach.
"A god who's sitting in my lap, letting me touch and kiss and taste her like this?" He murmurs, licking a stripe along the curve of your shoulder.
"I'm showing you plenty of respect."
Xiangling - aged up
She is sitting on your lap, blushing as she hears her name fall from your lips.
She's never been used to this sort of attention before, and the feeling of you holding her makes her heart flutter in her chest. She can feel the warmth of your body through her clothes, and her mind can't help but wonder what it would be like to be even closer to you.
As you take a bite of her food, she watches your reaction expectantly, praying you will say you like it.
"Xiangling?! That's amazing-!" Xianglings heart swells with pride. To receive your praise, and to see your satisfaction at something she has created just for you...it's more than she ever thought she'd be granted.
"Really?" she stutters, eyes wide as she turns to look up at you, "you really like it?" "Mhm!" Your response makes Xianglings heart feel as if it might stop right there. A smile threatens to burst from her lips, one that threatens to stretch across her whole face and light her up like a star. You have made her happier than she's been in a long time, and Xiangling can't help but adore you for it.
"I'm so glad," she says, her voice full of joy. You love her cooking. You really do, and that makes her feel like the luckiest person on Teyvat.
"Whats this by the way? It's really good-!"
"Hilichurl."
"WHAT?!"
Xiao
He stiffens, his body going rigid at the sensation of being cuddled, being held closely in that way. It seems that this is a whole new experience for him.
"What—" He stops himself and inhales deeply, his body quivering against yours as he tries to process the feel of it all. The warmth, the nearness. The comfort.
Xiao swallows heavily a few times. His voice is quiet when he speaks again. "I've never…"
"Shh, relax." It's hard for him to relax, at first.
Xiao has never been held, never been loved like this. Every muscle in his body is rigid, quivering with a strange, foreign feeling.
But he forces himself to try. Slowly, he relaxes, letting the tension flow from his body into the night, until he's all but melting in your arms. "This is new," he mutters. "But I like it."
"Told you." He laughs quietly at your words and presses himself a little closer against you, burying his face into your neck, against your bare skin. He murmurs something against your skin, voice soft. "How is it that you always end up being right?"
"Heh-"
"Shut up."
Xianyun
Xianyun's breath stutters as you lay against her chest. She is still for a moment— and then, like a dam breaking, she wraps her arms around you and pulls you close. Her arms are firm and strong, yet all she wants to do is hold you. She breathes out a soft, shaky sigh against your hair.
“You are mine,” she whispers. Xianyun's chest rises and falls as she holds you, her arms wrapped around you like a coil. Her heart pounds against your ear, her fingers curling into the fabric of your clothes. It is as though she is afraid you might slip away, as though there is nothing she would not do if it meant staying near you.
"Please," she pleads, her voice soft and desperate. She wants to say more, but the words stick to her tongue. What comes out instead is nothing but a whisper, a fervent prayer in the shape of a single word.
"Stay."
Xinyan
She lets out a content sound, her head in your lap. She feels safe here. Protected. Loved. She closes her eyes and allows herself to listen to you talk. The sound of your voice is sweet, comforting, lulling her worries into obscurity. For now, all is well.
"What happened?" *she asks, when you take a pause in talking. She opens her eyes and gazes up at you, curious what had happened to make your day notable.
"Nothing, just keep relaxing." You say with a smile. She hums her agreement. She buries her face in your stomach, wrapping her arms around you. Her fingers gently run up and down your back, her touch as light as a moth’s wing.
"‘m relaxin’," she mumbles, her voice muffled. Xinyan feels sleep tugging at the corners of her consciousness. The rhythm of your breath, your warmth beneath her skin, and the sweet scent you carry are all threatening to drag her into oblivion. One last thing weighs on her mind, her thoughts fuzzy and tired.
"Tell me somethin' before I fall asleep," she requests, half-whining as she speaks.
"I love you..."
"....me...too....w-wai...t...?"
Xingqiu - aged up
Xingqiu reads the words from the page aloud, his voice low and soothing. He murmurs your name softly, his lips caressing the syllables with a tender reverence.
He is comfortable in your embrace. His body sits flush against yours, a warm and constant presence. He pauses the story every now and then, placing a soft kiss against your shoulder before continuing.
He reads to you until the moon is high in the sky, and you have long drifted off to sleep, still cuddling him. Xingqiu sets the book aside, smiling fondly at the sight of you sleeping, peaceful as they come. He takes a moment to trace his eyes over your features, his gaze tender and warm.
He pulls the blankets up around your shoulders, and then he shifts to lay down beside you, wrapping one arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. He rests his head on your shoulder, nuzzling against your warmth. Xingqiu pulls you close, his nose buried against the crook of your neck. He inhales slowly, breathing in your scent.
His fingers trace mindless patterns over your hip, the movement as steady and soothing as a heartbeat. He shifts his leg so that it is tangled with yours, trying to get as close to you as he can.
He whispers your name, the sound like a secret meant for your ears only.
The world melts into a comfortable silence, with Xingqiu and you, holding each other in the dark.
Yae Miko
"Stop it-!" "I don't think I will," Miko teases, her voice light as she watches you thrash around in her embrace. She presses her fingers into the underside of your ribcage once more, just to feel you squirm. "Besides," she continues in a softer tone, "You look rather adorable like this."
Her hand moves to your tummy, gently tracing the ticklish skin there, watching as your eyes clamp shut and your laughter rings.
Seeing you like this, writhing and helpless, is all Miko has ever wanted. She has her arm pinned around your torso, trapping you against her, her slender fingers dancing down your side as she mercilessly continues to tease you.
Her lips brush against your ear. "Be a good girl and hold still for me, hm?"
"That's it," she praises in a low murmur, her voice like a hum against your ear. "Stay right there. Just like that."
Miko's hand still wanders across your skin, the tip of her forefinger tracing circles that make your toes curl and the sound of laughter slip past your lips despite your efforts to stay still.
"Fuck you-!"
"You will, later."
Yanfei
"And what is NOT against the law?" As you ask your question, Yanfei rests her head in your arms, relaxing in your presence. She blinks and tilts her head like a puppy, considering your question for a few moments.
"Hmm," she hums, her gaze drifting somewhere off in the distance before she looks back at you. She smiles. "Everything is legal when done in the name of love," she says, her voice lilting in a way that indicates she's joking. Your words make her think. Her eyes flutter as her thoughts race, and a moment later, Yanfei lets out a soft huff, snuggling even closer.
"Being happy," she adds in a quiet murmur, her words a little mumbled against your skin. "Being alive. Being free."
Her chin lifts as she shifts, turning to look at you once more.
"As far as I know, everything else is against the law," a soft huff follows her words, and she presses a kiss against the side of your neck. Another moment of silence falls before Yanfei opens her mouth, a gentle exhale against your skin as she continues.
"Did you know,” she adds, her words hushed and soft like the night breeze, "that being beautiful is also not against the law?"
She pauses, shifting a little, her body moving even closer. The room is quiet, nothing breaking the silence.
“Because if it were,” she whispers, and she lifts a hand to gently cup your cheek, “You’d be in deep trouble.”
Yaoyao - platonic
Yaoyao buries her head into you, seeking the comfort your presence brings. Her arms wrap around your torso, pulling herself closer to you. She presses her face into your shoulder, closing her eyes as she breaths in your scent.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely louder than a breath. For a moment, she feels safe. Like you'll guard her from all harm.
"It's cold without you."
"After all I told you, if you fell lonely on your little adventures, come to me." A shudder runs through her body as Yaoyao clings to you even more, her fingers digging into the fabric of your clothing, as if she's loath to let go.
"Can I stay?" she asks, the words tumbling from her lips like water from a river bank. Despite the pleading in her voice, her head is still buried in your shoulder.
"Please, I want to stay with you. I always wanted to live here for a while-!"
Yelan
Yelan's breath hitches when you pull her closer, her head against your chest as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "This is all I need," she mumbles, the words falling from her lips before she can stop them. "Just this, forever. I don't need anything else." She lets out a soft sigh, her eyes closing as she nuzzles into you, resting her head against your shoulder. Even in your embrace, you can feel her body relax as if the simple touch took some great tension out of her.
"A gooood nap...Mm... Sounds like heaven," she mumbles sleepily against your skin, not bothering to hide her smile. Yelan drapes an arm across your torso, pulling herself even closer to you. She practically melts against your body, nuzzling into the crook of your neck like a cat seeking warmth. A soft, contented hum rumbles in her chest, her breathing steady and slow as she buries her face against you.
"With you."
Yoimiya
She melts under your touch, leaning against your body and letting out a soft and contented sigh. Her eyes flutter closed as she soaks in your presence, a gentle smile playing across her lips. Every touch of your hands sends a shiver of pleasure through her, her skin burning wherever you make contact. She nuzzles against your side, relishing the feeling of your body pressed against hers.
"I could stay here like this forever," she whispers. "Just you and me.. in this perfect moment...watching fireworks." The colorful explosions of light in the sky are beautiful, but to Yoimiya, even their beauty is dull compared to you. Her eyes remain fixed on you, watching the way the bursts of rainbow light reflect off your skin, dancing across your eyes like living flames.
She reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. She draws your palm to her lips, pressing a reverent and tender kiss to your skin.
"You are more beautiful than any fireworks," she whispers.
Yun Jin
"It was beautiful, breathtaking. You almost brought me to tears." She nuzzles closer to you at the praise, her heart fluttering like a bird's wing beating against a ribcage. She tucks her head against your chest with a sigh, her heart still beating much too fast from the high of preforming. Adrenaline still courses through her veins, making her head spin and her hands tremble when they grip onto you to steady her.
"I'm glad you think so," she says, her voice a little sheepish. "I just... worry about my preforming sometimes. I think I'm not good enough." Yun Jin buries her head against your chest, refusing to look you in the eyes as she spills her innermost fears and anxieties. She keeps her arms around you, scared she'll lose you if she lets go even an inch.
"I don't think my voice is good or the way I dance is captivating. I just..." then she laughs.
"No it's stupid. We all worry, mostly over nothing. I'm good...I'm very good...and you always tell me so it must be true."
Zhongli
Zhongli is still as a statue at your side; his body tense and stiff. But as you begin to pull him closer, he begins to melt in your arms.
Tentatively, he allows his head to rest against your shoulder, his breaths coming out in a shudder. He's still hesitant, but he lets you pull him closer. He wants to touch you back; to embrace you as you embrace him. But would he be crossing some invisible line he cannot see? He doesn't want to offend you.
"Let loose and relax." You reassure. Zhongli's mind is racing with thoughts— what if he does the wrong thing? What if he displeases you?
But his body seems to act of its own accord, as though some invisible weight was lifted from his shoulders as soon as you spoke.
He slowly leans against you, his body relaxing. He burrows closer to you, wrapping his arms weakly around your waist.
"I miss my wife, Paimon. I miss her a lot. I'll be back." - Me messing with Jean's model in Blender, rushing to the writing board
Jean feels your head press into her shoulder as she's resting on the couch, making her smile as her arm adjusts to hold you closer.
(Jean) "You've been waiting a while, haven't you dear?"
You had decided to wait for Jean to finish writing her reports, something that became routine at this point no matter how late in the night was.
Although she always feels bad keeping you waiting, it warms her heart regardless. She only took a moment to sit down with you, prepare to leave before you shut your eyes.
Jean brushed the hair out of your eyes before kissing your forehead and picking you up in her arms.
(Jean) There are better places to sleep, S/O.
Jean kept the thought in her head to do her best not to wake you, effortlessly carrying you back to your shared house.
And for anyone walking by the streets of Mondstadt, they could see the Acting Grand Master carrying you, a gentle smile on her face.
Lisa lets out a soft chuckle, putting her book down on the table and staring out the window.
(Lisa) "It is napping weather right now, isn't it?"
Rain softly pattered against the library windows, meaning that hardly anyone would be coming in today.
Which suited her just fine! More time to have you to herself.
Lisa reclined further back into the couch, putting her hat over your head to block any potential light hitting your face before having you rest on her lap.
Though you shifted ever so slightly from the motion, you once again fell back into a slumber when she started caressing your face.
(Lisa) "Guess I should join you for a little bit.~"
Lisa shut her eyes and leaned her head back into the seat, not quite sleeping herself but at the very least resting her eyes.
Candace says nothing as she shifts on the couch, allowing yourself to be more comfortable.
Her lips are curling into a smile, softly stroking the back of your hand.
(Candace) Is my bare shoulder that comfortable?
As much as she wants to fetch a blanket or any kind of cloth to have you rest on instead, seeing how peaceful you looked caused her to have seconds thoughts.
Regardless, Candace wasn't going to wake you, opting to remain still and enjoy the sun setting through the window.
The village would rest well without her for this moment, and she wanted to savor every last of it with you next to her.
Her thumb continued to idly rub the same spot on your hand as Candace admired your cute sleeping expression.
(Eula) "How foolish of you, S/O..."
Indeed, you were reckless to let your guard down around a woman as beautiful as Eula! Now, she had you right where she wanted!
She gently lifted your head and had it rest on her chest, hugging and squeezing you closer to her as she melted into you.
Taking a deep breath, Eula adjusted her clothes and laid down with you, her heartbeat beating just a little bit faster.
There was seldom any time for her to remain home and snuggle you like this, especially since she usually had her uniform on.
Now, in her casual clothes, she could hold you close without any bits of jewelry stabbing into you!
...But the moment she senses that you're going to wake, she tries to have you sitting upright again, a scarlet hue on her cheeks but the smile still remaining.
(Rosaria) "...Whatever."
Rosaria sighs when she realizes you're asleep on her.
She did have something to do today and-...
...That something was choir practice. And you were asleep on her shoulder, not moving anytime soon.
(Rosaria) ...Know what? This can work.
Well, great! Now Rosaria has the perfect excuse to not go today, taking care of you.
...Now what? It was already past 10, and she could probably do something.
Eh, what the hell? If you were still dozing off even after waking up and sitting with her, then she can do the same. She needed more beauty sleep anyway.
She just grabs your waist and gently pushes you back onto the couch, opting to lay on your stomach and use you as a makeshift pillow.
Sara frowns at you falling asleep on her, knowing you probably didn't sleep well last night.
(Sara) sigh "This is why I didn't want you waiting on me last night..."
That being said, the image of you smiling at her the moment she walked through the door made her heart skip a beat.
Shaking her blush off, she firmly grabbed your shoulder, about to wake you up.
...
But, she loosens her grip and instead kisses your cheek.
(Sara) "I'll be back soon, I promise."
She grabs a nearby blanket to cover you in, a finger tracing your chin before reluctantly leaving.
Sara would only be needed for an hour or so, so there was small hopes for her to catch you still sleeping and be there when you awoke.
Beidou barely budges when your head starts drifting to her shoulder. A little laugh escapes her as she rolls her eye.
(Beidou) "Had to be on the side where I can't see ya, huh?"
She ruffles your hair with a free hand before leaning back into the chair.
As she pinched your cheek a little, Beidou couldn't really fault you for falling asleep. Tonight's voyage was longer than usual, and the swaying of the boat was perfect for rocking someone to bed.
Truth be told, Beidou might fall asleep herself soon, but for right now she wanted to hold you in her arms.
Something she did with almost zero issue, hugging you tight like a plush as the back of your head rested against her chest like a pillow.
(Beidou) "Now this is much better...~"
The warmth of the fire was nothing to Dehya compared to feeling you snuggle up to her, holding her arm as you drifted asleep faster than everyone else did.
Some of the mercs chuckled and bounced their eyebrows at their boss, but Dehya just gave them a glare, albeit one without any real heat to it.
Instead of having to mouth "Piss off" to everyone, they thankfully took the hint and left the two alone.
(Dehya) "Look at you giving us the VIP treatment, heh!"
Although she was a bit embarrassed, Dehya's wide smile betrayed her true feelings as one hand slid to your waist, just simply holding you as she looked up into the desert night.
Truthfully though, that didn't keep her interest long, since a certain someone decided to lean even further into her.
GENSHIN CHARACTERS WITH A NEURODIVERGENT READER HEADCANONS
pairing(s) xiao, yoimiya, kaedehara kazuha, beidou, albedo, barbara, thoma, hu tao, zhongli, fischl x gn reader
content gn reader, bulleted hcs, can be read as romantic or platonic !
a/n rewrite of my genshin x autistic reader hcs i made like 2 years ago except this is supposed to be inclusive to more types of neurodivergence, but it's a bit difficult because theres so many of them😭
might make another part with other characters if ppl like this
XIAO 魈
due to his lack of socialization he has no perception of how people are "supposed to act", the adepti have their own etiquette of course, but when it comes to human standards of how people should act, he's lost.
even with adepti, they’re rather blunt and to the point, so regardless of what you are, when he sees you acting 'out of the ordinary' he has no clue thats something that not everyone does. to start he just thinks you’re naturally blunt and don’t play annoying mind games other mortals do or you’re just a regular adeptus. he doesn’t know that you do it because you're neurodivergent until you tell him
once you do, though, it doesn't change how he sees you at all
if anything, it probably makes him more comfortable with you?
don't like crowds or loud noises? he doesn't either, so all of your hangouts/ dates will consist of sitting together at the wangshu inn balcony, having a picnic on a mountaintop, or treks through more inhabited places in liyue that people never go to so that no one bothers the two of you. he's actually glad that your idea of a fun outing isn't dragging him into the middle of the bustling harbor
if you have a very monotone voice or speak very bluntly, he literally does the same thing so it doesn't bother him at all
struggle with social skills? you two can work on it together
in spaces like the harbor he aims to speak as little as possible but for you he doesn’t mind ordering things for you or speaking to someone when you’re anxious
struggle with coordination? xiao is very coordinated and precise as a result of his training, so if you struggle with this he offers to train you to help with your coordination skills. if you get injured due to it he sighs while treating your wounds, telling you to try to be more careful though he knows it isn't your fault
he's also very quick to catch you if you trip alot
mood swings? xiao experience bouts of irritation due to his karmic debt so he understands. hes a bit harsh with his words unintentionally, so if you're feeling emotional or angry he takes greater care to watch his mouth
you're nonverbal? he enjoys silence anyway and likes that he's able to spend time with you without the need to speak, however the fact that you probably won't be able to call out his name if something goes wrong worries him
he'd try to create some sort of alternative way of calling him when you need him because you can’t say his name out loud, potentially some sort of adepti amulet that is able to summon him, and if not him another adepti to protect you in his stead
xiao isn't a talker, so even if you're someone that rambles a lot whether it be about your hyperfixations or special interests or just how your day went, that still doesn't bother him and he enjoys having you dominate the conversation and not having to speak other than the occasional "mhm" to let you know that he's still listening
the sound of your voice is therapeutic to him, sometimes he'll literally just slump down next to you after a long day or when his karmic debt is especially bad and just ask you to talk, it's like it heals him
even if he doesn't understand your hyperfixations he listens 100%
to him, any of the things you're hyperfixated on are just another part of everyday life and he doesn't see the excitement about it, but because it makes you happy, hes happy (he'll never admit that though)
so overall nothing about you being neurodivergent makes him see you differently
the only thing that does irritate him is that if it makes you tardy often because you’re forgetful, since he values punctuality. if you’re late to train or whatever it is with him it actually irks him. to the point he literally becomes your personal alarm clock and teleports into your room or climbs through the window to wake you up or remind you of responsibilities. no matter how many times you tell him it’s odd as hell to just randomly materialize in people’s rooms unannounced
whenever he's about in liyue, if he sees something that reminds him of your hyperfixation or special interest or is related to it in any way being sold by a vendor or something, he gets it immediately (with what mora i'm not sure..) to give to you
he'll pass it off as something he just found while patrolling because he's too embarrassed to admit that he thought of you
when you tend to misplace objects, at first he finds it amusing watching you run around like a chicken without its head trying to find something that's very much in his field of vision, but once it starts to become an actual problem and you misplace important things like your wallet, keys, papers, etc he starts leaving notes around to help you, and if he sees something misplaced he'll put it where you can easily find it
whenever you get overstimulated or anxious he probably knows exactly how to deal with it and does so very quickly
people tend to think that just because he's emotionally constipated and socially awkward he wouldn't know how to deal with that sort of thing but i beg to differ
he literally fought in a war if not him then his comrades have had panic attacks or became overwhelmed so he knows how to deal with them
plus he's constantly haunted by karmic debt & trauma ? he's had his fair share of anxiety, so he's quick to notice when an attack is coming on and take you away from the trigger if theres a specific one
with stims, he'd be confused by your stims at first, asking you why you're doing that (not out of judgement but just curiosity on what you're doing)
if any of them involve hitting or hurting yourself in any way he'll try redirecting you, even telling you that you can hit him instead😭
(please don't do that though..)
he'll give you little trinkets like crystalfly cores & things he found in the wilderness for you to fidget with
his outfit has so many fandangles on it that are probably so fun to toy with, one day before he realized you enjoyed fidgeting with things, when sitting next to him you started mindlessly playing with his necklace and he was like ???
he actually has alot of repetitive behaviors himself and doesn't even realize they're 'stims'
like swinging his legs while sitting on the inn balcony, fidgeting with his sleeve, running his hands through his hair
he stops when he realizes what hes doing especially the first one (he gotta stay mysterious)
if you ever come to him upset because some mortal said something hurtful about you he doesn't even need a name, he immediately asks what they look like
for some reason, the next time you see that person they refuse to even look you in the eye...
NAGANOHARA YOIMIYA 長野原宵宮
amazing at taking care of other people, so she always knows what to do when it comes to you
yoimiya can easily read you and tell when you're having a hard time or when you're overwhelmed, you blink and there's suddenly a bunch of snacks and blankets in your lap before you could even ask
she's quick to bring you away from the source of your overstimulation if theres a particular cause, you don't even have time to react before shes dragging you away
"oh! lets go to that food stall over there, they have egg rolls!!! :3"
loves to stim with you
is such a great listener when you ramble about your hyperfixations/special interests, or when you need to vent about anything in general
goes out of her way to learn about your hyperfixation/special interest, and she'll run up to you and be like "guess what i just learned about __!!!"
unfortunately, if you're not good at keeping organized, thats the only thing where yoimiya is the wrong person to help you...
she's infamous for being reckless and unprepared, so you can just imagine how much chaos two disorganized people together is
"oops, looks like we forgot.." is something you now hear from her on a daily basis
the both of you never remember important plans until last minute and you're rushing to prepare, the both of you asking why the other didn't remind you😭
randomly showing up to your home unannounced to take you somewhere with absolutely no schedule or plan is also within her nature. you're either as spontaneous as she is, or the lack of preparation and scheduling drives you absolutely mad
if loud noises such as fireworks overwhelm you, she tries to create silent fireworks
that or she'll get you noise cancelling headphones so you can still enjoy her firework shows <3
owns an insane amount of plushies, fidget toys, and trinkets that she lends to you, a lot of them she found with the children she takes care of
super upbeat, so if you're high energy she matches you
yoimiya talks at a very fast pace, so it's either so healing to your attention span, or you need her to slow down because you have no idea what shes saying no inbetween
has adhd tbh
KAEDEHARA KAZUHA 楓原万葉
since kazuha is very observant, he probably already had some idea before you even told him
when he first met you, he noticed you said things in a rather blunt or harsh manner but figured it was unintentional and didn't take it to heart
he also noticed you had a lack of control over your volume
he noticed even more unusual or repetitive behaviors you had over time and eventually put two and two together
he doesn't treat you any different, other than accommodating you to make you more comfortable
if you ever stim around him, he doesn't point it out at all to not make you feel self conscious, and probably just starts mirroring whatever you're doing, not to mock you but to just do with you so that you don't feel alone
kazuha also has some stims of his own, like cracking his knuckles/joints and fidgeting with rings if he's wearing them
he doesn’t even get mad when you accidentally interrupt him or blurt things out when he's speaking, most of the time he’ll just let you talk or APOLOGIZE LIKE HE WAS THE ONE THAT INTERRUPTED YOU??
kazuha is another one with great coordination, being a samurai
he'd be very patient and understanding, he can immediately tell whenever you're getting overstimulated or anxious, and would be swift to remove you from the situation and bring you somewhere quieter
he wont touch you at all unless you want him to, knowing unnecessary contact will likely just make you more overwhelmed, he'll just guide you elsewhere
the crux fleet can be very rambunctious to say the least, so when you get overwhelmed by all the noise, he won't say anything to them as to not dampen their spirits, instead he'll take you away from all the fuss and bring you to his quarters where it's quieter
he'll distract you with poetry, or if you prefer, you both will just sit in silence for a bit or he'll guide you through breathing exercises until you calm down
after you calm down he'll go down to the galley to bring you a glass of water
if you become so overwhelmed that you have a verbal shutdown, he'll communicate with you in a way that doesn't require you to speak, asking you yes or no questions so you can just nod or shake your head, or giving you options using his hands, asking you "do you wish to leave, or stay?", one hand being to leave, one being to stay and you'd point to whichever one, and he'll speak to you very softly, almost whispering
his gentle voice ends up calming you down
kazuha is prone to sensory overload himself due to his heightened senses, so he completely understands & is super sweet about it
the two of you often disappear from the ship to recharge together, leaving the crew wondering where you ran off to now
the crew is always joking around and laughing, whenever you’re confused during dinner because you didn’t get a joke he always whispers the meaning so you aren’t left out and to not put you on the spot <3
soon enough you two are the ones with inside jokes referencing your interests or vocal stims and the crew are the ones having zero clue what you guys are talking about
with mood swings, kazuha will act accordingly as to not set you off
if you're more irritable, he'll be more laidback, and dry towards other people that approach you two, kind of brushing them off and cutting the conversation short quickly so that you don't get agitated
sometimes you get very confused with all his poetry and complicated language so he'll put it in simpler terms for you
while kazuha loves flowery, poetic metaphors, he also appreciates the blunt honesty you offer in return
kazuha helps you read any text you're struggling with without question, and in such a pretty voice too, he literally sounds so eloquent
kazuha is also a listener, so he'll listen to you ramble whenever & with a smile on his face
he'd compose some haiku about the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you're passionate about
when you zone out, unless its mid-conversation or during something important he'll just ask if you're alright and then let you be once he knows you're just daydreaming and it's nothing alarming
if there's something important going on he'll bring you back to the present by gently tapping your knee (or if you dont like being touched he'll just whisper your name)
when you get distracted by something during conversation he'll acknowledge whatever you got distracted by, then redirect you back to the conversation
"that butterfly is pretty, isn't it? you were telling me something?"
he doesn't even get angry if you get distracted while he's speaking to you, no matter how many times it happens
he'll just lightly smile and go, "no worries, would you like me to start over?"
kazuha has an outstanding memory, so if you're forgetful theres no need to worry, he's like your walking agenda book
whenever someone gets upset or hostile with you because of your tone of voice, he swiftly steps in to defend you, informing them that you have no control over it
"please, refrain from being so harsh towards them. i can assure you that is simply the way their voice sounds, they meant no harm by it."
if you dislike loud and crowded areas that'll never pose a problem because he prefers quiet, tranquil spots himself & you'll almost never find yourself somewhere crowded when with him
really the only time that happened was when he took you to see inazuma, his home town and the city started to get packed & all the noise created a cacophony in your ears
kazuha was quick to place his hands over your ears and bring you away from the city
"is this better? :)"
BEIDOU 北斗
beidou is one of the most understanding people about your neurodivergence
she has a designated area for you somewhere on the ship for when you get overwhelmed, with snacks, pillows, & blankets, and she'll leave you to relax but occasionally check up on you
"you okay? need anything? food? water?"
when you stim she treats it as a completely normal everyday occurrence (because it is, except for some reason people don’t think it is), and she wont even really react to what you’re doing. she doesn’t mind at all unless you’re hurting yourself, then she’ll have to stop you
if the crew is being too loud and it's bothering you, she orders all of them to shut it (ultimately she ends up being louder than all of them even were in the first place.. but its the thought that counts ????)
she can be a bit loud at times, so if loud noises cause you to become overstimulated she makes sure to control her volume for you. she will tone it down say sorry to you if she notices that you got startled
beidou has a no nonsense attitude so if you ever tell her about a crew member poking fun at you for your neurodivergence, before you even get the first sentence out they've already been tossed overboard
on numerous occasions you've had to stop her from punching some random person that said something rude about you while you two were in the harbor together
beidou has a very boisterous personality, but all the other crew members can't help but notice how her voice takes on a much softer tone when she's speaking to you
if you enjoy the feeling of something pressing on you, like weighted blankets, you honestly wont even need one what with the bone crushing hugs beidou gives you (if you're fine with physical touch)
if you're very clumsy and uncoordinated beidou will constantly be worried about you. with the rocking and swaying of the ship it's even easier for you to go off balance, so she keeps a close eye on you to make sure you don't somehow slip and fall overboard
her office is open for you whenever you need to unwind
ALBEDO KREIDEPRINZ
albedo 100% understands and relates to you
if you dislike socializing he's literally the exact same way, albedo finds socializing and relationships incredibly complicated and troublesome and doesn't even bother with them
he could never find you troublesome though
when you two DO end up in a situation where you have to interact with others … with you both finding emotions confusing you guys always end up offending at least one person because you said something that was taken the wrong way
out of ALL the things albedo helps you with, socializing is NOT one 😭
when your social batteries run out you go to eachother to recharge
whenever you rant about your hyperfixations or interests he literally takes notes ???
he does literal research on you, he picks up on your behavioral patterns and why you do what you do to better understand and assist you
when he sees you doing a certain thing he full on studies it or will question you about it so he can understand you, except when he does it, it feels like some sort of check up or doctors appointment 😭
if there's something you're struggling with in particular, he'll study and create ways to help you
he's knowledgeable in so many things, so whenever you're ranting about an interest he occasionally chips in his two cents and tells you more about it if its something he's familiar with, and if it isn't he learns about it and writes down his findings to then mention it in conversation with you, just to watch the way your eyes light up when he does
you both take turns ranting about your hyperfixations aswell, he'll ramble to you about some alchemy experiment or arithmetic while you smile and nod even if you have no clue what in teyvat he's talking about
he listens to you infodump as background noise while he works on an experiment
when you're overstimulated hes a bit lost on what to do at first, he'd try to say comforting words to you and if you'd prefer to be left alone, he does so while occasionally checking up on you
if the cause of your overstimulation is loud noises, most of albedo's time is spent in dragonspine where it's quiet so it wont be an issue
he gets alot of blankets with the textures you like, not only because it's cold in dragonspine but also for your comfort & for when you become overwhelmed
due to being a synthetic human albedo is pretty much immune to the cold, so when sucrose suddenly sees him frequently carrying no less than 50 pounds of blankets up to the lab at a time.. needless to say she's confused😭
he notices that you forget certain things so he encourages you to make some sort of to do list so that you don’t forget too much. he'll also try to remind you about certain things that you may have forgotten, or he’ll do the things you forgot to do for you
overall one of the best people regarding this because of his knowledge on different topics including these & his willingness to learn more about them to support you
BARBARA PEGG
barbara will absolutely sing or hum to you to calm you down whenever you’re stressed or overwhelmed
barbara owns a lot of plushies for the patients that she heals, if they're a little kid or have a bad injury and need something to distract them, and she gives them to you to squeeze or feel if you like the texture
shes sooo great at comforting you too, she always has the sweetest & motivating words to say
she's usually kind to everyone but does not hesitate to stand up for you if someone is being rude, while you cheer her on in the background <3
barbara is very fascinated when you talk about your hyperfixations or special interests, if it's something morbid she'll get freaked out 😭 but she won't judge you
holds private performances for you so that you can still hear her singing without getting overwhelmed by the crowd and noise
THOMA トーマ
the sweetest ever
thoma is so supportive of you, anything you require is handed to you on a silver platter the second you ask
he's the best chef, he makes you all your comfort and safe foods no matter how difficult or simple it is to prepare, and he makes sure to include lots of love into the dish
being an extrovert who's excellent at socializing, thoma helps you crawl out of your comfort zone & slowly become more comfortable interacting with people, and encourages you to make more friends (if that's something you want him to do)
if so, he's so proud of you when he sees you finally coming out of your shell and just watches you in admiration
it becomes difficult for you to stay organized and on top of everything, so a bunch of tasks and deadlines pile up on you, your room becomes a mess, you're forgetting to eat and drink water, and you become extremely overwhelmed. you enter your room one day to see it completely spotless, thoma having cleaned your entire room and taken care of everything for you without a word
he always reminds you to take care of yourself
immediately becomes serious when anyone tries to belittle you or disrespect you, it's actually a bit unsettling how quickly his friendly personality changes
thoma is quite busy with work but he tries hard to clear up his schedule for you
loves listening to you infodump while he works or cooks
HU TAO 胡桃
hu tao has become accustomed to being called and seen as “weird” or "creepy" by others for her personality & the things she does, so she relates to you a lot
loves stimming with you, jumps and spins around with you forever
she'll come up to you, and literally just hold her hands out as cue for you to take them and start spinning and jumping around in circles with her until you guys get dizzy and fall
although hu tao is usually silly and seemingly takes nothing seriously, she drops her playful act immediately and becomes so serious when you're overwhelmed so that she can help you
hu tao LOVES hearing you talk about your special interests or hyperfixations, even more so if it's something morbid, unlike barbara. hu tao loves everything spooky !!! she'll be asking you to tell her more and listens so intently
hu tao is fixated on the dead, vampires, ghosts, the afterlife, just everything scary so she rambles to you .. basically about dead people facts
she'll literally be infodumping to you about bodies with a smile on her face
on halloween if you celebrate, if your hyperfixation/special interest involves fictional characters she asks to dress up as them with you
surprisingly, hu tao is naturally very organized & has good memory. it's a skill she eventually developed as a result of her work, so she'll remember everything you need to do throughout the day and remind you when you forget, even creating a to do list for you if you wish
when you two are together it's just pure chaos, with your lack of social cues, and her just having no filter on her mouth..
the amount of times someone has gotten mad at you or hu tao because one or both of you said something out of pocket by accident is insane
she doesn't have any volume control either, her voice is so loud without her even realizing it because it's just her personality, so its either you speak really quiet while she's super loud, or you're both loud and it's so noisy when you guys are together
poor zhongli gets a headache whenever you guys talk to him😭😭
if you have a monotone voice you guys are like opposites attract, because her voice is so upbeat and animated
some people find it off putting, but she’s not judgmental and it doesn’t scare her away from you. when she first met you it actually made her want to know you more, like how she bothers xiao all the time ☠️
if anyone pokes fun at you she pranks them so hard they have nightmares for weeks
the moment she sees anyone being rude to you she's already plotting , the amount of times you've had to stop her from scaring someone that was rude to you to death is too many to count
she tells you not to listen to them and reassures you that ur perfect, she literally just adores u and doesn't care about what anyone wants to say <3
FISCHL
she's neurodivergent she's not fooling anyone
honestly prefers the fact that you're also neurodivergent because she gets along with you so much easier
maladaptive daydreaming, adhd, probably autism too she has the full package
99% of your conversations with fischl are a yap fest about your hyperfixations/special interests, both of you taking turns rambling
fischl is always monologuing about the fantasy books she reads, especially her favorite book, "Flowers for Princess Fischl", where her personality came from
she gets so flustered when you genuinely seem interested in the things she likes, and go along with her 'prinzessin' roleplay & just tell her how cool she is instead of calling her weird or seeing her differently
you're one of, if not the only ones that don't find the others interests or behaviors weird and just deeply understand eachother. the both of you just click and are inseparable
people may look at the both of you like you're strange, but it doesn't matter because you guys get eachother like no one else does
similarly to hu tao, fischl will ABSOLUTELY want to dress as characters from your hyperfixations/special interests. it literally doesn't even have to be halloween, this girl roleplays and dresses up every day of her life
if your interests dont involve characters, you're dressing as someone from one of her favorite fantasy stories no objections. you're doing the fancy talking aswell
just like yoimiya, fischl is also very forgetful so you cannot rely on her to remind you of things, she has to write down everything she needs to do for the day to remember
that voiceline where she left her clothes hanging and forgot to take them down and it started raining... yeah
since understanding others & what they mean isn't really your strong suit, especially when they constantly talk like they just jumped out of a fantasy novel, fischl may show more of her 'amy' side to you so that you don't get so confused and you can understand what she means better
you also have oz to translate, so it's actually no big deal
fischl learns to open up to you without being embarrassed about breaking character, she actually does so fairly quickly compared to her other peers like the traveler, or bennett. shes just never met someone she relates to so much
ZHONGLI 钟离
owning so many books, having extensive knowledge on many topics, living for so long having seen so many things theres a likely chance that zhongli understands a lot about being neurodivergent and he's so good at helping you. for things he doesn't know, he reads up on them
very respectful
like albedo, also a walking encyclopedia
the best to talk about hyperfixations and special interests with, he will literally sit down and listen to you talk for hours over some tea, with a smile on his face, asking you thoughtful questions and never rushing you
if one of your interests is history, it always leads to such a great conversation with zhongli since hes so well versed in it
if you have a stutter he's so patient while you speak, nodding and not missing a single word
when zhongli is the one going on about something, he never demands eye contact and knows you’re still listening regardless
when you're overstimulated, zhongli is quick to go through a list of things in his mind that he should do to help you, the first being brewing you some herbal tea to help you relax, and talking you down
the hot tea blended with soothing herbs, combined with his smooth voice does wonders to calm you down
if you don't like tea, he brings you something else that's warm. the heat helps to ground you in the moment
when you're overwhelmed by tasks, zhongli is more than happy to take some of the workload off of your back, especially if it it involves reading something. zhongli has no problem reading through whatever it is for you and summarizing everything, and he explains everything in such an easy way for you to understand, this also goes for when you're struggling to decipher some block of text
certain situations and topics are difficult for you to process, and zhongli is amazing at breaking it down for you
in a situation where another persons upset, more specifically at you, and you don't understand their complex emotions and why they feel that way, or maybe you don't even understand if they're upset at all, zhongli easily explains how they may be viewing everything and what they could be feeling and thinking, and gives you advice on how to solve it
zhongli is even good at analyzing your own emotions that you may not understand, and gives you tips on how you can navigate & regulate your feelings better
all while you struggle to get your thoughts into words, zhongli immediately understands what you mean and it's so refreshing to not have to say anything
this is especially refreshing if you're nonverbal, or if you have verbal shutdowns. zhongli can easily assess what your needs are, and even if he doesn't know automatically he figures it out through your body language or other means so you didn't even have to talk
if you like the feeling of hugs or are a touchy person, zhongli always opens his arms for you and isn't bothered by it at all
gets so internally mad when someone won't be considerate and patient with you, he doesn't show it but you can just feel it radiating off of him
not proofread. contains suggestive themes (making out, implied sex). mentions of alcohol intake. beidou and arlecchino are flirty w you. reader in arlecchino’s part is a playgirl lolz. crazy tension. incredibly intimate.
beidou always throws the best parties on campus.
everyone knows her—freshmen, juniors, seniors, exchange students, athletes—somehow they all know who she is. personally for you, you do know her name but you haven’t seen her since you transferred.
you’re in your senior years! (so was she) is teyvat university really that big for you to not see her at all while everyone around you is gushing over her almost every day?
so, that’s why you came up with a bucket list:
> find out who the famous beidou is <
and luckily for you, your friend yinxing happened to be invited to a party that beidou was hosting tonight. she said, “if you want to learn more about beidou, tonight’s your chance!” you looked at her like you couldn’t believe what she wants you to do right now, knowing you have an exam tomorrow.
can’t she just send you a picture of beidou? surely she has socials? you asked her this, only for her reply to be, “wait! don’t search her up just yet! you have to see her in person first i swear!”
you should really be studying right now for the love of archons! instead, you put on your best outfit, did your hair and makeup, and put on your best shoes. yinxin told you she’ll pick you up at your dorm. suddenly, as the time of the party got closer and closer, you were starting to feel nervous and excited about meeting the famous beidou.
“girl you look delish!” yinxin shouted as soon as you opened the door to the shotgun seat. you rolled your eyes teasingly at her. as if she wasn’t looking pretty herself!
on the way to the party, yinxin informed you it was a house party. there are a bunch of people mingling with each other—freshmen, juniors, seniors—you name it! trust that they’re all there. you can play games with them, but always remember to stay smart about everything because the dares usually ends up with one of them in your pants (so be careful!). there will also be alcoholic and nonalcoholic beverages (obvi) but please drink wisely.
“got it?” she briefly looked at you from her side. she sensed you were nervous so she wanted to brief you about everything because beidou’s parties? not for the weak.
“yeah, i got it. thank you yin, you’re the best!” you pouted and clinged to her arm which earned a laugh from her.
beidou’s house was gigantic! like a ship meant to set sail around the world like they did in one piece. you were clearly overwhelmed, every room of the house was lit up and music from the inside boomed from the outside.
you were starting to feel like this was a bad idea, but you didn’t want to bother yinxin with the hassle of taking you back home. besides, you were already standing outside of the house. the only thing left to do was go inside.
the inside of her house was elegance mixed with masculinity. you couldn’t describe how it precisely looked like, but it felt cozy and rustic. without knowing who beidou is or what she looked like, you imagined her to be broad-shouldered and masculine, but still carries herself with femininity.
you held onto your imagined version of her as you scanned the room for any faces that matched it. yinxin held your hand and guided you to where the drinks were. she was also scanning the room, seemed like she’s looking for someone.
“who’re you looking for?” you decided to ask your pre-occupied friend while you get some drinks.
“hypothetically, if i were to leave you here, would you hate me?”
“uhmm..” you thought for a second, “..no? why? where are you going?” you handed her her drink and you took a sip of yours, waiting for your friend to respond. you had no problem with her leaving you alone. it’s a party! everyone’s supposed to be letting loose and do their own definitions of fun.
you just wanted to know where she was headed so you know where to find her just in case.
“juza. over there..” she pointed at the long couch where a man in jeans and a white sleeveless shirt sat. you knew juza, but you didn’t know your friend had a crush on him. she didn’t want to leave you at first, but you insisted. she mouthed a ‘thank you’ then marched her way to him.
now that you were left alone, you figured a little exploring can’t hurt. so from beidou’s home bar, you found your way roaming around like a lost puppy. you barely made it to the foot of the stairs before an arm slung itself casually around your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks.
“there you are!”
a woman spoke with a low, velvety timbre that seemed permanently touched by amusement. you were supposed to feel scared considering you didn’t know who this woman was, but instead you felt.. butterflies?!
“do i.. know you?” you asked, unsure if you were being rude or not. maybe you had forgotten who she was?
“hmm..” she seemed to think, “i don’t know.. do you?”
you shook your head from side to side. she responded with a deep, quiet laugh, her breath ghosting across your ear as she leaned in. the closeness was enough to send warmth creeping into your cheeks.
“who knows? maybe it’s better that way.” she slipped her arm from your shoulders and gently turned you to face her. up close, she was even more striking. tall and effortlessly beautiful, she wore her dark brown hair loose, its glossy strands catching the colorful lights like silk as it covered her left eye.
you fake coughed when you caught yourself staring at her. “what do you need me for?” you decided to ask.
she shrugged, “been looking for someone to challenge me in beer pong.”
but you didn’t know anything about beer pong..
the woman in front of you seemed to have read your mind, “don’t worry! we’ll explain the rules if you’re up for it.”
how could you say no when she was looking at you like you were the most interesting person in the whole room. and that’s when it hit you—she’s a flirt. and you have to be careful as yinxin said.
you agreed. she told you to follow her in the game room, her friends already being there. the game room was spacious and held different kinds of table games and sports game balls. the owner of this house must be insanely rich, you thought to yourself.
the rules of beer pong were simple: sink the ball into your opponent’s cups, and they’d have to drink from the one you landed in. and the winner prize?
“i know a great prize for the winner!” the girl in braids spoke, eyeing each and every one of us for suspense. you were getting nervous because what if the prize was something crazy like a hundred dollars? what you didn’t know was that the prize was far more better than a hundred dollars.
“seven minutes in heaven with the host!” she screamed and everyone (except you) was riled up, saying that it was doable and a great idea. you weren’t a freak, of course not! but your plan presented itself to you without doing anything and you weren’t going to give up the chance of seeing this beidou character in person!
you weren’t really thinking about what happens behind closed doors playing seven minutes in heaven. you just wanted to win and finally get over the only item on bucket list.
long story short—you won. fair and square. the woman beside you looked at the final cup with the ball you threw so perfectly, it was floating on top.
your teammates cheered for you. their squeals were enough for you to look like it hurt your eardrums. one second you were happy, now you were beyond nervous when they all smirked at you and led you to a room that connected to the game room you were in. they told you to wait for your ‘prize’.
the room looked neat like it was well-kept and cleaned every single day. and somehow, that made your heart beat louder and faster than it already did.
the door suddenly opened and you were faced with.. hold on a minute—
“you’re beidou?!”
you couldn’t believe it. then, you remembered—broad-shouldered and masculine, but still carries herself with femininity.
shit.
“expecting someone else?” she laughed when she saw how surprised you looked.
“yes, actually. i didn’t know you were the famous beidou!”
“well..” she stepped closer to you after she locked the door behind her, “would you have preferred someone else?”
there she goes again! with her voice that was enough to make your panties fall down to your knees. not to mention she was wearing a black sleeveless shirt matching her red shorts—she looked absolutely beautiful. the kind of beautiful you only see on tv.
she leaned more—your faces were almost already touching. she smelled like a mix of alcohol and perfume. you closed your eyes bracing for the.. impact? you really didn’t know what was going to happen at the moment, but you thought it would be something like lips touching or something.
for a while, there were nothing but silence surrounding the room. then, she laughed and teasingly flicked your forehead. you opened your eyes and immediately got embarrassed. now you just look like a pervert, you thought.
“i don’t see you in parties often. this your first time?” she sat on the bed behind you and patted it urging you to sit down with her. you refused, suddenly becoming wary as you remembered your friend’s word about being smart.
“this isn’t my first time.”
beidou’s eyebrows arched upwards—like she didn’t believe a word you were telling her right now—but she nodded.
“do you know how seven minutes in heaven work?” she asked quizzically.
you hesitated, thinking of a lie to seem cool. but you went for the more honest answer you could think of.
“unfortunately, no..”
beidou laughed a bit, “how is it unfortunate?”
“i-it just sounds like a fun game..”
beidou explained to you how the game works. suddenly your teammates’ giggly reactions earlier made sense to you. you couldn’t help but hide your face in your palms in embarrassment.
“it’s alright if you don’t want to do anything! don’t worry, alright?”
well the thing was..
you actually wanted to do it. with her.
curiosity got the best of you and beidou could see it in your face as you looked at her, biting your lip.
beidou smirked, thought you looked cute.
“can we?” you asked for her permission.
“c’mere.”
that was all she had to say as you sat on her lap, then kissed her lips feverishly. her hands trailed on your hips, then your back, up to your neck as she deepened the kiss. she held you gently, like you were a piece of paper she didn’t want to crumple.
you broke the kiss to catch your breath. the room suddenly felt warmer and the next thing you knew, you were taking your shirt off leaving only your bra.
beidou couldn’t help but to stare at your perfect body. let’s be honest, everything about you was perfect in her eyes. it was the first time she felt like this and she couldn’t get enough of it—of you.
“you’re beautiful.” she said in a rather raspy voice, as she devoured your neck down to your collarbone, leaving marks on your soft skin.
(you left the party sore all over your body, hair disheveled, and a number on your arm beidou wrote with a pen nearby before letting you slip away from her grasp.)
arlecchino was hard to please. everyone knows that.
as a part of the university committee, she was booked and busy balancing her studies and her responsibilities as the senior representative.
she’s very particular when it comes to how she spends her time. and coming to the senior party held by yours truly seems like a waste of time.
you both knew each other. i mean, how could you not when you’re together in almost every single one of your minor classes?
however, even though arlecchino was cold and detached to everyone, you weren’t about to give up in making her come and enjoy your party.
a competition had been sweeping across campus for weeks:
WHO COULD THROW A PARTY WORTHY OF SENIOR REP ARLECCHINO’S TIME?
no one knew how it started, but before long, every club, organization, and social circle seemed determined to outdo the others, all chasing the same goal—to host the one party she’d actually enjoy.
arlecchino thought it was ridiculous. you thought it was challenging.
and you were never one to back down on a challenge. so, you gathered enough materials with the help of your friends and started decorating your house. and with the help of your friends in the university committee, you asked them to persuade the senior representative to go to your party.
it was a cold night and your guests were arriving in groups, one by one you greeted them with a smile on your face. the party was full of laughter, games, good music, and good food.
now, all you have to do is wait for her, determined to win and make her experience the best time of her life!
and just as you were about to refill your drink, the front door opened and it was arlecchino in a black leather jacket and black cargo pants.
she made her way to a single couch, easing into the seat and placed her motorcycle helmet on the nearby table before settling back.
the only issue was..
she looked absolutely bored.
“oh shit! isn’t that our senior rep?” your friend, yelan, whispered in your ear the moment she saw her.
“i win.” you looked at your friend with prideful eyes and winked. you knew this party would be a success! no one’s ever and i mean ever missed one of your parties. it was the talk of the town.
“not to burst your bubble or anything, but aren’t you supposed to make her have a good time? from the looks of it, she’ll probably slip out and go home once her friends are pre-occupied.”
you almost believed what yelan said when you saw arlecchino geting up in her seat. but you smiled when she left her leather jacket on the couch, claiming her seat.
“trust me, we’ll have fun.”
you wandered over to where she was sitting, picked up her jacket, and shrugged it on without a second thought, wearing it as if it were your own. spotting the drink another girl had given her moments earlier, you took a sip from the glass.
an unmistakably fake cough echoed beside you.
someone, apparently, wanted your attention.
your eyes glanced up, making immediate eye contact with a girl with white and black hair. she was leaning on the frame of the wall as she crossed her arms to her chest, somewhat amused at your sudden appearance on her seat.
“comfortable?” she asked, without sounding angry, though sounded sarcastic.
you leaned back on the couch, still staring at her. “i am.”
arlecchino knew of your reputation. the girl who likes to toy with people—a massive heartbreaker. there was one time she saw a girl crying in the bathroom because ‘(name) blocked me!’ or ‘i really love (name)! she said it was a one time thing and i just—’ (cue the loudest cry ever as her friends tried to calm her down).
ever since, she was always watching you. not in a creepy way, but in an observing manner. she knew you were a flirt—it was your forte. you were trouble and she didn’t want anything to do with you.
until today..
you were too pretty for your own good in her leather jacket, arlecchino didn’t even want to retrieve it back from you. this is bad, she thought. really really bad.
unfortunately, the same as you, arlecchino was competitive. she wasn’t going to be easily swayed by someone, especially not by a playgirl like you. she figured she’d have fun tonight for once.
a soft laugh escaped her as she slowly crouched in front of you, taking her time as her eyes swept over your borrowed outfit. “it fits you,” she murmured.
your breath hitched, suddenly all too aware of how close she was. “yeah?” you smirked, clearly getting excited about this—whatever this was for the both of you. “wanna know what else would fit me?”
your teasing earned a subtle clench of her jaw, accompanied by the ghost of a smile.
so that was your game?
well, she wasn’t about to back down. if you wanted to test her patience, she’d indulge you—for now. it wasn’t as if she had anywhere else to be.
arlecchino was far from stupid. she knew you were doing this because of the challenge going around the campus, but just how far would you go to please her? she almost felt pride swelling in her chest—that you were doing all this for her.
“how about you show me?”
she wanted to see you flustered. but that’s not happening anytime soon because you were enjoying her presence, her banters, her flirting. oh archons..
you held her gaze for another moment before rising to your feet. she followed suit without a word.
“but there’s no thrill in that,” you protested with a playful pout.
the sight drew the faintest smile from her. she found you unbearably adorable, though she’d never admit it out loud. closing the distance, you slipped your arms around her neck. you could smell your perfume with how close you were to each other.
it felt like it was just you two. the rest of the party seemed to fade into the background.
for the briefest moment, you managed to catch her off guard. the surprise was subtle, gone before anyone else could have noticed. she composed herself quickly, her hand settling lightly at your waist.
“what if we played a game?” she asked, amusement softening her voice as she humored your little challenge.
“what game?”
“seven minutes in heaven.” she whispered in your ear, her voice laced with playfulness. you couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not.
“the arlecchino playing seven minutes in heaven with little me?”
“are you backing out on your own games?”
you let out a disbelieving scoff at the sheer seriousness of her expression. with a small tilt of your head, you reached up and traced your index finger from her jaw to the base of her throat, watching carefully for any reaction.
you felt the way she gulped softly when you reached her throat, making you chuckle.
“i wouldn’t want to disappoint..”
you took her to your bedroom.
arlecchino’s kisses were harsh—the kind you’ve never received from anyone before. you were used to always being the one who takes the initiative to these kinds of things. but with arlecchino? you didn’t stand a chance to take control.
and you liked it.
she cupped both of your cheeks with one hand as she kissed your lips relentlessly. her other hand reached for the hem of your outfit.
“don’t take it off.” she breathlessly referred to the leather jacket you took off.
“you like it on me that much?”
“i love it, (name)..”
(the next day both of your names spread like wildfire around campus. your previous hookups were mad as fuck, but neither of you cared when whatever was going on with you two became a weekly thing. oh and, she let you keep the leather jacket.)
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a/n: WHERE ARE THE BEIDOU AND ARLECCHINO GIRLIES ?!?! this one’s for the girls who likes girls 😚 happy pride month !!! 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
Pure Funny Fluff, ft Shenhe, Beidou + Ningguang, and Yelan.
A cute, little bunny! (Shenhe)
Shenhe does not know what she's looking at. When she woke up that day, she turned to your side of the bed — as she always did first thing in the morning — to take in the details of your face in peaceful slumber. Except, you weren't there. The covers slid away as she abruptly pushed herself upright, revealing your abandoned clothes underneath; simply laying there, as if you've vanished from existence. If not for the small, moving lump within your shirt, Shenhe would've leapt out of bed that instant. Instead, with the careful hand of someone fully prepared to flatten whatever creature crawled into bed instead of her partner, she tugged the cloth away and there you were. With a wiggly nose, ears flat against your head and eyes wide, your tiny chest heaving with quick breaths of panic. You'd been struggling to get out of the maze of clothing since you'd woken up, and in the open air — uncovered and exposed — you realize just exactly how small you were. Especially compared to Shenhe, who stared at you with the most confused expression you'd ever seen on the adepti disciple. Does she even realize it's you? Or does she think you're some wild rabbit appearing as if out of a magician's hat?
The thought she might not recognize it's you makes you want to bolt off the bed and hide away — and you do, startled by the sudden movement of her hand. You don't even realize until you see her feet touch the floor in front of you, followed by the rest of her as she kneels down to peer under the bed. Her long, white hair falls onto the floor like a localized blanket of snow, and it's distracting —
Then she calls out your name, and your ears propel forward much like how sunflowers face the sun. She holds out her hand, fingers curled and palm downwards to show no intent to grab you, and you find yourself trudging forward, rubbing your chin against her knuckles. Now that your scent lingers on her hand, your newly acquired rabbit instincts seem satisfied enough to consider your normal-but-giant-sized girlfriend a safe space. So, you crawl out from under the bed and hop onto her lap — familiar and comfy — and stare up at her with beady eyes.
Shenhe simply stares back, thoughts racing through her mind. As far as she's aware, humans don't tend to shapeshift into animals, and you're certainly not an adepti — you would've told her, right?
Well, it seems a trip to Cloud Retainer is in order. And since she's not about to leave you alone in this state, you'd better be ready to be carried around in a makeshift bunny-pouch strapped against her chest.
A VERY fluffy cat. (Beidou + Ningguang)
(someone remind me to combine their banner nameplates)
Normally, Lady Ningguang is ecstatic whenever you and Beidou return to Liyue Harbor. It's not always that you join the Crux Fleet on their trips, but since the Sukoku Decree ended, you couldn't resist the shorter voyages to Inazuma. This is why the Tianquan had gone down to the docks to welcome to the two of you — except, neither of you could be found on the deck of the Alcor.
The Alcor's chief mate Juza hurriedly beckons her aboard and into the Captain's quarters, where —
Captain Beidou is stuck on her bed with a rather large, affectionate cat laying on her stomach. She sheepishly explains to Ningguang what happened; how you'd drunk a mysterious potion on a dare, courtesy of her crew; how at first, nothing seemed to happen until slowly, a pair of fluffy ears and a tail appeared — followed quickly by fur, fur and more fur. Upon the call of your name, one of your ears flicks. You open a single eye, not moving an inch from your warm, comfortable Beidou-shaped bed. Perhaps it's also a little payback, for making that bet in the first place. Somehow, Beidou left out that little detail in her explanation.
However when Ningguang catches your eye, you languidly yawn and stretch. With a grace you normally don't possess (you leave that to Ningguang), you jump down onto the Alcor's floorboards with a light thump, then start curling and purring around Ningguang's legs. You're not really sure why you're doing it, your feline body moving out of instinct at the familiarity of your other partner; but it doesn't seem like either of you mind.
You don't complain when she picks you up, nudging your head against her cheek with another purr. Within her arms, you shoot Beidou a look — but she's too busy approaching the Tianquan for her own hug and kiss. She promptly gets a mouthful of tail for her efforts, and you feel a sense of pride at the laugh rumbling through the chest you're pressed up against. Satisfied, you close your eyes at the Captain's hand scratching just behind your ears.
A tiger (Yelan)
When a random group of suspicious characters suddenly surrounded the spy, the last thing she'd expected was to hear an angry roar echo through the air. Both she and her adversaries turn quickly, just as a large, feline beast leaps from the thicket and —
Promptly kisses the dirt by tripping over its own paws. Clearly the others thought it intimidating despite that, as they'd ran off and left Yelan to deal with the tiger herself. She wastes no time in cloaking herself with Hydro, disappearing out of sight. With the quick summon of her bow, she nocks back an arrow and.. wait.
As soon as she'd vanished, you mewled pathetically and used one of your big paws to rub your nose. There are bits of torn cloth hanging from your body — notably your neck and hips — and there's just something entirely non-threatingly about you that makes Yelan drop her cloak. When you look up at her with sad, but familiar eyes, it clicks.
"My, my," she says, a smirk growing onto her lips as she approaches you; apparently not all that bothered by your new, ferocious appearance. "Now what have you been up to?"
You whine, though it sounds more like a growl, and push yourself up into a sitting position. Yelan laughs.
The manner in which you sit looks rather comical; your two hindlegs straight onto the ground like a human rather than an animal. She shakes her head, finally dismissing her bow in favor of petting your muzzle. If anything, she's amused by the whole situation. And as an added bonus, now she can intimidate people even more. As soon as she gets you to act like an actual predator, and not an oversized housecat.
A/N: So ngl, these have been sitting in my notes app for months and I've been icky with writing lately, so.. voila. Hope you enjoyed that!
